Grand Line Novels & Stories

“Odds on Key One are vicious. Everyone thinks she’ll go the distance. All twelve. Clean run.” “She won’t make it past me,” I growl. My voice is steel twisted around bone. “I’ll ruin her before the second key’s even fucking warm.” Elliot barks a laugh, sharp and obscene. “You better. Because if she survives the lineup? If she actually makes it through every Key and walks out with the payout?” He whistles low. “That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.”

Isla looked at the plaque. At her mother’s name. At Sandy’s small hand on it. She didn’t speak for a moment. “Yes,” she said. “She is.” Sandy looked at her. “You’re not going to cry,” Sandy said. The assessment voice. “No,” Isla said. “It’s okay if you do,” Sandy said. “Grandad does sometimes. Happy sad.” “I know,” Isla said. “Is it happy sad,” Sandy said. Isla looked at the plaque. At Clara Reid.

I say as I read through it; I notice a large yellow star shape, with the words, GOVT APPROVED, inscribed on it, at the top left of the flyer close to the GREG SCHOOL OF ENTREPRENEURSHIP, a six month course of learning the basic principles of sustaining a business and also, skill acquisition training….

"What is top grade? I have a black too, is it not the same thing" "No. This particular one has no limit unlike yours. No matter the amount of money to spend using the card, it will always go through" "What?!"

I quickly put on the same kind of uniform as Elsa; which comprised of a dirty brown leather sleeveless top, matching pants that fit her slim body quite well and boots. We live in a lovely City, if you like a messy landscape with old rusty machines scattered about the whole place. Well not entirely the whole place just our side of the city, then it is lovely indeed. You see, our city has two residential areas, the Lower district and the Higher district. The Higher district has pretty houses, properly planned and laid out roads that we can only admire from afar because we are not allowed to just go in there when ever we want. Our own district which is the Lower one, isn't as pretty, the houses

automatic response. “One million six hundred and eighty thousand—transaction successful,” the machine said. “What?!” I muttered under my breath and stumbled back. I'm just a step child, not even his blood related child… how can there be so much money in my allowance card? “Be careful. Are you okay?” Nora said, holding my hand. How can I be okay? I have never spent this much in my life… and… the person receiving the debit alert wasn't me, it was Dave!

All of him. But instead he put me on my feet and asked me to lay on my stomach. Giving him a curious look, I handed him my towel and obeyed. "You need rest. I thought a massage would help so I added lavender and vanilla to this oil," he put a curious blue glass bottle in front of my face and then exchanged it for a brown glass bottle. "And this one is grapefruit, mandarin orange, bergamot massage oil. Very uplifting for the spirit. Better for the mornings though." My heart flutters at the thought of my mornings starting out like this.

There were quite a few students from struggling families who relied on that 20,000 dollars to help support their homes. Now, apparently, I'd stolen that opportunity. No one was going to let that slide. "What? Mr. Clark's saying Emma stole the nomination for herself? That's so shameless!" "So, that's why she's always helping out the teachers! She just wanted the 20 grand for herself!" The scholarship this year was supposed to go to Lily Graham, the very same woman who had bullied Amelia in my previous life. Amelia leaned over and whispered, "Emma, if you kneel down and beg me, maybe I'll put in a good word for you."

The Alpha shouts to Connie. “OH, you feel good my love, I am going to have fun with you until your eighteenth birthday. I am going to break you” he says into my ear. He keeps thrusting and the guy puts silver powder on my wound and I see stars. This hurts so much that I want to die. After a few minutes, he is groaning and then comes with a loud growl, I can feel his cum filling my ass. He lets my hair go and pulls out of me and smacks my ass praising me.

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.