Latrelle On My Block Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You're up." "Yeah. Your cousin gave me permission to go stretch my legs," I said, then added, "though he phrased it like I was a particularly suspicious goat." That made her giggle. "He doesn't trust people easily." "Clearly." I glanced around. "So this is it? The great rebellion?" Lena nodded, unoffended. "It's not much to look at, but it's home. For now." She led me toward a group of people kneeling beside a long pit. They were packing dirt over something shiny it looked like, jagged pieces of metal with holes drilled through them.

"And that it's worth the pain." --- 12:03 PM — Sector A, Commonflux Relay Pavilion Lunch was subdued today, as though the pavilion was waiting with bated breath. Individuals arrived and departed, trading heat packs, filtered water, note-slates. No broadcasts. No monitors. Rhythm alone. Elira sat at the fringe, drawing amendments to the long-cycle route map with a charcoal stylus, sleeves rolled and dirty. Caelan handed her a piece of folded flatbread with greens. "I can handle the next relay drop," he said.

I had come a long way from my first fight 18 months ago . I liked to keep busy , even though I kept to myself , I still liked to be among people . I guess that was due to growing up in a pack . Turning off everything I make my way up to my flat it's a wednesday so Lillith works until eight tonight . Leaving me with some time to get a bath and relax before she comes home with dinner , Pizza from our favourite take out . I had just come out of the bathroom when my phone started ringing . “ Hello Cyrus , how can I help you ?” I answered it with more cheer in my voice than I actually felt .