Romans & histoires Figment

“It didn’t smell like any shifter we’d find in this country. And it wasn’t a purely animal smell and. It definitely wasn’t human.” I narrow my eyes slightly and tilt my head, looking at Cayden. “Not a shifter. Not an animal and not a human? What the hell else is there?” Chapter 2 coming soon

“That is not the Benefactor. No, the Benefactor is a fabrication, a convenience, a mask used for intragalactic communications and negotiations. The Benefactor is not a real entity. “The entity seated in front of you is the Engineer, and I am merely his Administrator. I act in his stead.” “So… you’re the Benefactor?” Freya asked with hesitation. “I play that role, correct. As noted, in the Engineer’s stead. I am sure you can note, he is unable to act on his own accord. His physical body long since extinguished. Not merely centuries, but for millennia.” Freya glanced back over to the corpse. She tried to comprehend how many thousands of years it sat there, doing nothing. Then she attempted to

Pepper is dragon and incredibly special. I'm lying in the grass and daydreaming because that's what lazy father dragons do for about three minutes each day. I'm imagining the portrait of Jewel and Pepper that now hangs in our great room. Mikael drew it. He barely survived Drakon's attack and his injuries keep him from a fulltime job. He has become our resident artist because he's surprisingly good. He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles.

he muttered. "I have been waiting for this day. The Seven aren't what they call you, the ones who will save the day, who will kill my dear brother, Lucifer," he laughed like a lunatic. He was insane. "Ahh, ahh. Destiny, what's the matter? Why are you mute now? You killed my strongest demon, and you think you will go scot-free," he said, throwing Camila and Matthew, causing them to hit their heads and scream in pain. Camila's nose was bleeding.

COURTNEY What the hell was running in his fucking mind? Why did he do that? Is this his new game? I can't even predict his next damn move! He is filled with surprises. He is like a giant jigsaw puzzle with really tiny pieces, hard to put together and I hate puzzles. What kind of twisted game is he playing? I was getting frustrated each and every passing second thinking about him. God, he was driving me nuts. What am I going to do?

I went to my room and the anger in me erupted and I started throwing everthing around my room, My bed was thrown over, pictures broken, tables overturned and a I punched the wall so hard it put a hole in it. The next couple of days went by too fast. Me and my Dad were in the room when we had heard that she had arrived along with the vampire Asher. Folen walked in followed by this woman she must have been just in her early twenties. She had long brown hair and blue eyes that were the same colour as the sky, they were beautiful, she was beautiful which just made me hate her even more. When everyone started talking her voice was mesmerising, I could listen to it all day. However I couldn't help

I mentally facepalmed. Yup... the ad for new friends still on.

a place where your liquid cash will be well taken care of . One thing she notices is how the words written within the ordinary-looking poster were able to change in its own accord like a power point presentation when technology like that is not a known thing in this world. "This world has magic, while ours have the technology to make all things possible... Err I mean, my previous world on my previous life..." Upon their arrival, a short person, as in a really small man, probably just around a little over a foot in height assisted them. "Good day, our dear guest. My name is Jiminie. This way, please."

“She has the best imagination.” Behind Lily, the office door swung open and Mr. Mitchell stuck his head out. “Lil—oh.” Standing upright, he presented himself properly. “Miss Moore,” he smiled politely. “A pleasure to see you again. Are these your children?” “They’re Mr. James’.” “Ah. Of course they are.” Mr. Mitchell knelt, eye-level with Peter and extended his right hand. “I’m Justin Mitchell. You may call me ‘Justin’. Who might you be, young sir?”

I demanded, the sapphire light of the Norton’s key now a simple flashlight reflecting off the copper frame. "I am the Residual," the construct said, its LED face shifting into a smile. "When the reboot happened, and the Architects were deleted, not everything went into the void. Some of the data... the 'unimportant' bits... they fell through the cracks. I am the sum of the memories the network didn't want." Dax stepped forward, his face a mask of suspicion. "You're a glitch. A ghost that didn't get the memo."