Floyd X Boom Novels & Stories

"And do it well. Pro bono work done well is the best argument for who you are." She drives to Valencia on a Tuesday in April — the right month, the city doing its pre-Fallas (the March fire festival — though the major festival has passed, April in Valencia retains its energy, the city still warm from celebration) warmth — and spends a day in the archive with the director, a woman named Inés who has spent fifteen years acquiring and cataloguing materials that nobody has funded her to share.

And especially not after knowing that Stacey's brother was killed by BM. “How can that even be possible. We just joined the camp and why are they already attacking you?” “Relax Stacey...”I stroke her shoulder because she was not in a mood for any explanations. After a moment of awkward silence, I told them about the files I saw when I was kidnapped. But still, I was careful not to mention Zayn’s name on the files. “As you say Stacey if these both marks are the same, Zayn must have been fighting with BM that night. If it is so, Zayn might be fighting with BM all by himself” Phoebe was still trying to digest all this new info.

His family name is Greag. ‘Then I'm wrong,’ said Floyd with a shrug. ‘And you Rodolf? You are related to Bertram? ‘ Rodolf nodded. ‘But not a druid?’ asked Floyd ‘No, not really, more Wicca,’ Rodolf looked at him intently. 'And you?' ‘What do you mean?’ Floyd ran a hand through his beard. ‘Who are you related to?’ Esmee and Rodolf both looked at him questioningly. Floyd laughed proudly. ‘The Grahams, I'm Floyd de Graham.’

He learned the shit from programming video games of all things. "What the fuck boss?" My guys were pissed but they were nowhere near my level. I didn't let my mind play the guessing game that was no way to go into an Op. If I started thinking it might be one asshole and focused entirely on him then I might miss something. I'm a free market thinker everyone is suspect except the three women sitting in my truck. If the fucker was watching this play out he was gonna need a rocket launcher if he wanted to fuck with them. "Task complete." Who the fuck thought of giving Tessie Marilyn Monroe's voice anyway? That shit was just off. We walked over to where she'd picked apart what turned out to be an

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

My body lay on the ground, completely shattered and looking nothing like me anymore. Meanwhile, my soul floated mid-air, looking down at my body from above. I didn't feel sad or any sort of anguish, moreso a sense of release. After floating in the air for god-knows how long, Jamie arrived at the scene of the explosion along with a team of police officers. One of them said, "We discovered some gunpowder at the scene, so it seems like the perpetrator made the bomb themselves, but we still can't lock in on the identity of the victim."

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Mel was scrolling through her social media feed when a picture of Xavier and Davina on a romantic date caught her eye. They were sharing a candlelit dinner at a charming restaurant, smiles lighting up their faces. The caption read, "Date night with my love ❤️." Mel's anger flared instantly, but beneath that anger was a deep sense of determination. She had once been Xavier's girlfriend, and their breakup had left wounds that had never fully healed. Seeing Xavier with Davina, seemingly in love, ignited a fiery ambition in Mel.