Embers Novels & Stories

There were so many people that their faces began to blur together in my head after a while. “Princess Jilliannah.” I turned and saw a blonde boy a little taller than me. I was calling him a boy because he looked about my age, but I’m sure he wasn’t. “Yes?” “I’m Collin Mockery. I just wanted to congratulate you.” “On what?” I asked with an eyebrow raised. “Well, the engagement for one, but, and you didn’t hear this from me, you’ve been nominated for the Golden Sweetheart.” “Wow. That’s amazing,” I started, having no idea what he was talking about.

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "The Heathmark," she said. "Brin's associate membership has been stable for three years. She's been asking about the expansion of the input mechanism to include non-pack wolves — humans in pack territories, wolves without pack affiliation. The question has been sitting in the joint council pending someone to work through it properly." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Kit was very still. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "That's the structure question that doesn't have an answer yet," he said.

”I’m sorry I showed up like this,” Karen said as Matt held the door open for her. They entered the mall employee area used for breaks and changing uniforms. It was not a glamorous area, but fairly large and filled with tables, couches and lockers. “I know you didn’t want anyone to see this.”

This is why I love Mistress V, she lives a life that is opposite to mine, and when I’m her, I forget the hell I live through as Evelyn. I’m adjusting my mask when the door swings open. I watch as a client walks in, a returning client, the usual type, tall, who wears the same two suits to the office, has a corporate job he hates, and a woman in his life who is too focused on her hair and nails to notice that he needs something more than he lets on. “Pet,” my head tilts, watching him. I was told a single client booked my services, so when someone else walks in behind him, I’m taken aback.

The office started to fill up with the partners and associates, and Eric swept in just under the wire, talking a mile a minute about how traffic had fucked him. Andy, of course, was fifteen minutes late and had to be sent back out for the coffees. Throughout the morning, you felt like you were always on edge. Glancing down at one end of the table or the other. Sabrina on one end, her silky black hair hanging loose today as she twiddled her pen over in her seat. Sabrina had expressive eyes, and you could tell when she was interested, or excited, or amused pretty easily. Then, at the other end of the table, was Gemma. She had her hair up in a bun, giving her a bit of a 'sexy librarian kind of

“I’ll deal with it. It’s none of your business.” “None of our business?” Reed’s voice came out rough, almost a growl. I felt my brothers shift closer, backing me up. “It is our business. She’s our—” I caught myself, swallowing the word mate. “She’s family now. Stay away from her. This is the last time we’re warning you. We’re teammates. Friends. We don’t want enmity between us.”

“Are you talking to me?” He laughed. “Yes, you.” He straightened himself and offered me a hand. “I'm Arthur Peterson. Welcome to Apex Health & Fitness. How may we help you?” “Err...” I suddenly forgot how to speak. “I'm Matilda Bernard,” I finally managed. “But I need to leave now.” “Leave?” “Yes.” “But you just came in.” “I made a mistake.” He raised an eyebrow. “What kind of mistake?” “I... missed my way.” His eyes dropped briefly to my tracksuit and trainers before returning to my face.

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I pressed it down and blurted out my full name without flinching. The botton made a ping sound as if it recorded what I just said. “Shemika Jones, you hereby represent your image, and you follow our rules. You're under my protection…and ownership…” Bishop was reading out the contents from the file, but he wasn't done, when I suddenly cut him off mid-sentence. “Ownership?” I blurted in shock. My breath caught in my throat and I begin to think this could be a bad idea. But thinking about the amount I've made just this night, then I think this could also be a good idea.