Gail Gibson Novels & Stories

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.

At his Apartment He got to the gate and screeched to a stop. To his vexation, the guards refused to open the gate when they noticed that there was a girl in the passenger's seat. He honked his horn, and waited. Rather than opening the gate, Mrs. Gail, the forty years female guard, who had taken the place of Lady Mitchell Stewart and added mothering Johnny to her tasks, walked up to him with aggression written on her face. He wound down the window and greeted. “Good morning, Mrs. Gail.”