Novel & Cerita Fixi

I’m frustrating them to no end and it’s only the image of Felix in my mind that’s stopping me breaking down and giving in. Zaw approaches me with the poker when Austin stops him. “No, it’s my turn now. No more games Roxie.” Instead of the slim poker, he places a metal coal scraper into the fire. The end is wide and flat like a paddle. A paddle almost. The burn will be at least three inches square and I’m already whimpering just watching the flames jump around it.

~2 Days Ago~ “Tell me more about Felix,” Faith asked as she takes a bite of an apple wedge. Mateo squinted his eyes, “Felix?” He asked. Faith chewed the apple and nodded her head, “Felix. The hot Asian member of the ally that gives off Oppa energy,” She added mush to Mateo’s dislike.

But this is exactly what I wanted, I wanted her to watch as I win her only friend over. Felix does a sassy pose, waiting for me to wind the window down, then he bends and norrowed his hazel eyes at me. "Not only did you get my number, but you somehow knew where I live too." Felix said, hoping in the front seat of my car. "I know people." I quipped. Fixing my hair in the rear view mirror. "Nice car." Felix ran his hand over the dashboard. "Thanks, I love my audi r8 spyder, but you should see my audi r8 v10 plus, or my bugatti chiron." I boasted.

Lily had been thinking of a way to reap all the company’s money, and this was their chance! Charmine was the one at fault, and she asked for this! Lily had a sneaky look in her eyes, she picked some vegetables for Amelia and exchanged a look with her. Amelia instantly understood what she meant. Her lips curled up unnoticeably as she continued to enjoy the meal. At the Jordan Group… Felix successfully made his way into the finance department and managed to plug in the USB given by Tiffany onto the computer. He looked around the empty room and let out a sigh of relief.

I waited longer looking around the tops of the trees before turning my head up to the night sky. I wasn’t used to hunting; it seemed to take forever for something to come my way. After a little while I caught a faint smell of a fox a few miles north. I decided that it was the biggest thing I was going to come across tonight so I should take my chance before I no longer had one. Leaping swiftly across the tree tops, I made my way towards the helpless creature until I caught sight of it. I dropped down on top of it, snatched it up before it could recognize the danger it was in and took a bite.

As interruptions went, this had to rank as one of the worst. Thaddeus raised his head and glared at Sasha over Toni's shoulder. "Would it kill you to knock?" Sasha shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Sorry, boss. You know me." Indeed he did. What Sasha lacked in ability to compel, she made up for in minor magic, namely the unlocking of locks and the movement of objects. Telekinesis in other words. And sneakiness. The girl could sneak into anywhere without raising suspicion.

Minus I felt the driver’s door slam and the car change directions before hauling ass down the road. Wherever we were headed, we were headed there in a hurry. I was foggy as hell from the injection and my perception of time was “fluid” to say the least. Still, it didn’t feel like I’d been in the trunk for long, and I hoped that meant that Cricket had hidden or gotten away. Until I knew she was okay, I didn’t give a shit about the ledger, or the club for that matter. It could all burn, along with this sick fucker for all I cared.

“To Head Alpha John Whitcombe, I regret to inform you that Malika Luximon is not being harbored by me, unlawful or not, or the pack of Southern Alaska. Vincent Pierre is an idiotic, blubbering …” I laughed suddenly and hit the delete button. I couldn’t send that to John. I sighed and started again. “To Head Alpha John Whitcombe, United States Council:

Dylan Fairway “What the fuck do you mean she has disappeared again?” I growl as this stupid fucker shifts from one foot to another nervously. “All you had to do was watch her” I snapped as I throw my desk chair over the room. He bends his neck in submission “Sorry Alpha”

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo