Kei Cote Novelas e Histórias

Combs and scissors seem to be afraid like fire . Looking down at her from his good six feet, he flicks his lighter and brings the flame closer. Keith stares into his long black eyes with thick lashes for a few seconds, then dips the tip of his cigarette into the orange flame. He doesn't look away. In the light of a street lamp, the guy seems swarthy like a Greek. Plump lips, neat round nose. The slit of the eyes, the outline of the cheekbones, the golden hue of the skin ... Keith is willing to bet that at least half of his blood is soaked in the sun of the tropics. Polynesia? May be.

The keyboard clicked beneath her fingers, each code unlocking protocols buried deeper than nuclear launch procedures. PRIORITY ONE UPDATE — CODE MAJESTIC Her voice, calm but unwavering, carried across every active Blackglass unit worldwide. “Effective immediately. New Protocol: Guardian Ascendant. All pursuit of Subject C and Subject E. Carson is to be suspended. Field teams are to reroute to humanitarian aid, myth-containment, and Chimera-impact zones. Effective immediately—” She paused, breath steady. “Cerebus is no longer classified as a threat. He is classified as an allied asset.”

Champagne slowly walked into the restaurant, a waitress walked towards her and she gave her best smile. Before Champagne could say anything " This way please " the waitress led her towards a table in the corner, it looked like they had been waiting for her to arrive for a long time. And she didn't mind as long as she didn't have to stand a minute to wait simply because the heels on her feet were starting kill her. Champagne looked around the interior of this French restaurant, the designs seemed ancient but that's all Champagne could guess as she knew nothing about France or it's people.

she said, stepping out of the booth, her bag slung over her shoulder. Kane nodded. "Let's go." The night air smelled like rain and asphalt. The streets were nearly empty, the city humming with an eerie quiet. Kane led her to his truck, its massive frame towering over her. Her eyes widened. "Wow. You have a truck too?" He smirked. "Yeah." She lingered by the door, tapping a finger against her chin. "You'll have to carry me, Mr. Shawn. I'm not as tall as you."