Fell Sans Novels & Stories

FRANK “THE SHERIFF” MARSHALL Age: 45 Specialty: Sniper, reconnaissance Current Occupation: Front desk concierge — Grand Regent Hotel Gale Thorne sat at her desk, tapping a fingernail against a mug that had surrendered its heat hours ago. The soft whir of the monitor filled the office as she scrolled to the next file. “FRANK ‘THE SHERIFF’ MARSHALL,” she read, lips lifting in a private smile. “Let’s see what a pink tie’s done to your trigger discipline.”

Jessa’s love for Clarissa was pure and unwavering, a bond that transcended everything—life, death, and all that lay in between. The Queen understood that this request, this desperate plea, was not borne of selfishness. It was the cry of someone who had lost a part of themselves, someone who couldn’t bear to live in a world where that piece was gone. Marasela could feel the weight of it in her own chest, a familiar pain that made her heart ache in sympathy. She knew the desire that fueled Jessa’s words—the burning wish to see someone restored to life, to see the warmth, the joy, the spirit that had once lit up the world come back again.

“The woman from the interview with you?” “Was there another woman named Sella with me earlier?” snorted Celine as she leaned back. “Frans, when you start entering the freeway if you can just increase the speed, I want to lie down. My back is a bit sore,” Celine said, instructing the driver who was driving her this time. Frans replied with a thumbs up and a big grin. “Yes, Celine.”

I sighed as I took my seat inside the cab. "Nobody will." Lena leaned into the cab seat. "Xavier might not know it yet but he has grown attached to Savannah. It will take a toll on him if they both leave him while he's still suffering from your parent's tragic death. It might make him go back to his old ways." Memories of Xavier going MIA for days, drinking himself to a stupor, and sleeping with different types of girls flashed through my mind and I shook my head at the thought of him walking through that path again.

"Damn it! I was worried sick the whole way here, but you don't even look like you've been in an accident!" Jack quickly hugged her apologetically. Her tears spoke volumes about her concern. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," Felix said, heading for the door. "Felix, thanks for everything. Let me walk you out!" Vanessa offered. In the hallway, Felix remembered something. "Hey, Nessa, could you help me track down someone? She lives in Canraville and is just an ordinary citizen." Vanessa gave him a reassuring grin. "Leave it to me—I'll get you that info ASAP!"

With the creepy music ringing in his ears, he found her actions a headache like that of a disobedient kid. “That’s why I don’t like dolls.” Layla complained, looking at the creepy doll which popped out in front of them. Thanks to those horror movies she watched in childhood, Layla categorized dolls as ghostly items. And the owners of this building must have felt the same too. She looked at Ryan and Zou Haoran, the only remaining friends with her, and sighed. Earlier there was a fork on the path and Opal and Lani decided to walk another path whereas Caleb had fallen somewhere unknown before.

They all had instructions not to move until we had Jensen. We all pulled up on the tarmac at the airport and boarded the jet. This one was bigger than the one Jensen and I had come over in, but I guess it had to be since it flew the mafia around. Felix took a seat next to me and Dillion and the other men took their seats. Once the plane was in the air I looked over at Felix who was watching me intensely. “What’s on your mind, Felix?” I asked him. He shook his head. “Not much. I am just trying to figure out how you managed to hide for a year.” I shot him a confused look.

I think she is scared to be mated, so she is resisting the idea. We finally made it to our destination, and true to his word, Mr. Fellman was there to pick us up. He was using a walking cane and had an assistant with him. His face looked tired and gaunt, as if he had had a lot of restless nights. “Mrs. Willis, it’s good to see you again,” Mr. Fellman began. “Let’s get out of here quickly and to my office.” He looks scared. He’s a barracuda. He doesn’t get scared. I nodded, and Isaiah, Sinclair, and I followed Mr. Fellman and his assistant. We got to his car, a massive SUV, and climbed in.

"Did it hurt when I poked it?" Aser lunged at her, grabbing the metal frame of the cot. "You have five seconds to tell us where he is." "I don't know," Selene spat. "He abandoned me! He left me to rot in that garden while he ran with his money!" "He doesn't have the money anymore," Cassie said. "I froze it." Selene paused before a pleased smile crossed her face. "He is broke?" "Penniless," Cassie confirmed. "And rotting. The spell you did for him is failing, so he's losing his mind, too."

“Get some gifts and visit Zane Sullivan in the hospital tomorrow.” “Sir Fergerson’s words?” “Yes.” Sebastian did not say anything more. He was about to drive to the hotel when he heard Caleb say, “To Dawn Haven Villa.” Sir Fergerson’s health was very poor, and even during meals, he kept mentioning Penny. Caleb was worried that he might impulsively visit Dawn Haven Villa tomorrow morning. Since they were going to act, he naturally had to eliminate any possibility of being exposed.