Graphic Novels & Stories

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Mhorein opened the notebook and scanned every page. "It's... Emp-" She stopped at one page and examined it. "It's a code." I stood beside her and looked at the page. I... Understood nothing. "Qgi qukk ubgweur rgw rgeibw biq rgpr rgw vkiis ua fibr?" -Acros"

Nodding Dax smirked, “They are vermin Groban, nothing more,” Narrowing his eyes Groban nodded once, “Well I like keeping that which is mine clean, fed and with me at all times. Do you have a problem with that?” Shrugging Dax stepped back widening his eyes before turning to walk away.

I said sarcastically. " Everything will work out Trina ...you'll see, "she said. Changing into shorts and a loose shirt pulling my hair up I head to the kitchen to make something to eat. After that I checked some more emails I decided to do a quick video I run upstairs to change into some peach-color joggers to match the long sleeve cropped sweatshirt. I set up my camera and the small light I stored in the magic bag along with some other things, an front of medium brown sofa chair with plain beige color walls.

"I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." He arrived looking carefully neutral. We didn't hug or touch or do any of the intimate things we'd been doing before Wednesday's disaster. We just... existed in the same space professionally. The color corrections were the final piece of the campaign before full launch. Shadows and tones and emotional resonance translated through visual medium. Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications.

So I fake a smile, I'm hoping he doesn't notice. "Jeffrey hi." I try to say in the same way he called my name. I remember the last time I saw this guy I didn't want to believe in intimacy anymore. Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex.

I picked the phone up without even looking at the screen to see who was calling. "Please stop calling my damn phone." I said, thinking it was Micheal. "Well damn. What the hell i did to you" asked Kita sounding all hurt. "Girl, I thought you was Micheal cheating ass. He won't stop calling my phone. I can't even get no sleep" Kita paused for a minute, being all dramatic. "Well duh Guh. That's why they invented putting your phone on silent. To silence any unwanted attention." We burst out laughing. Because I never even thought about putting the phone on silent. That is why I love my girls They could bring me out of any dark mood.

Jarred asked obviously referring to the mark on her back. “Show them.” AJ said leaning back on the sofa. Oh god. Lillianna turned around so they could see. “You imprinted her?” Max sounded a little shocked. “Yeah…” AJ nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigar. Lillianna returned to face them in her seat. She was humiliated. “Why?” Max seemed intrigued. “Why not? Just to make sure you all know who she belongs to…” “Nice…” Max nodded his head at that.

"It's not exactly 'showroom ready.'" She leaned over to get a look. He pulled the first page from the case. It was a rough but vibrant line sketch of a strong figure standing alone. Lilly's gaze softened. "Wow," she murmured. "This is… intense." Quill nodded, pulling another piece. It was the same figure but now crouched. The figure's muscles were more defined. With every sketch he'd tried to capture something different about Hawk. "Is it…" she trailed off as she glanced at him. "It's him, isn't it?"

Made of wood, someone had taken the time to carve, in intricate detail, images and symbols. While Thaddeus rapped on it sharply, three times, she took closer note of the handiwork, in particular the disturbing birds with overly large wings and teeth. Lifelike and savage looking. She was thankful they weren't real but wondered what kind of disturbed mind would create them. She also tried to make sense of the symbols strewn over the surface. They almost seemed to shift and move the more she stared. Maybe if she placed her hand on one to-