Madam Bones Novels & Stories

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

he explained. "What makes your body special then, Master?" asked Raider eagerly. "Pick one up and I'll tell you" said Master Bones with a slightly develish smile. Hearing these words, Raider's face became more solemn and his gaze returned to the left radius in front of him. He had a feeling this was his only shot, if this bone didn't move, none of them would. He slowly grabbed the bone in its middle and pulled towards himself.

, because on her arm was the injury scar from the pit bull attack and on her waist the scar of the tiger scratch… THE GIRL WITH FIRE BONES…

she lets out a small laugh, "I'm Grace, Head of Media and Public Relations." Grace extends her hand, her smile still perfectly in place. I reach for it. "Nice to meet you, Grace." But she drops it before our fingers meet. "Anyway," her eyes roam the small room, "try not to get sick, there was a little... mold issue here recently." Now her eyes are back on mine, and that same perfect smile returns, but this time, it doesn't reach her eyes. Oh, bitch— My finger trembles at the realization. Of course.

"Zero dollars." The voice cut through the room like a silver blade. The heavy iron doors at the back of the hall didn't just open; they buckled. Madison walked into the center aisle. No armor. Just a white silk shirt that looked like it cost more than the building and leather pants that caught the flickering torchlight. Her skin hummed. The air around her began to spin, picking up dust and old betting slips. "And your lives," Madison added. She didn't look at the bidders. She looked straight up at Victoria. "That’s my bid. Take it or I start counting bodies."

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

Let it be her ridiculous obsession with books, her love for history, or her dreams to be a photographer that she'd had ever since she was a little girl. And Jacob Broder, the fucking asshole he was, always made her feelings of excitement change into the feelings of shame. He had demonstrated that perfectly well when he had put his fucking hands on her shoulders and basically shamed on her for expressing her excitement for the trip we were leaving for in about fifteen minutes. I had seen the embarrassment replace the ecstasy in her eyes, though the smile she had used on the outside to try to conceal what she had actually felt on the inside.

I said to Maya. " What nonsense!! She just tried them we are taking them. " " They are damaged pieces, ma'am. " I said and Harry looked at me with surprise. " I didn't find any fault. " Maya said. " I will show you... " I said and pulled both the dresses out of Harry's hands and ripped them. " See they are damaged... " I raised my eyebrow at my sister. " Fine, we will select another one. " " Sorry, nothing is available in her size. "

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

“I had a slight headache that day,“ I admitted. It was partially true. Aiden's revelation of having been stalking me for the past three months did give me a slight headache. Zagreb's fingers brushed my cheeks. “You don't feel sick anymore.“ Shit. Get your fucking hands off me! “Yes, I'm all better now. Thanks for your concern.“ Right on cue, Constance walked in. “Doctor, your first patient has arrived.“ “Send her in.“ Turning to face Zagreb, I added, “I have a patient now. If you don't mind.“ “Sure. I'll be taking my leave. I'll see you after your shift is over?“