Nobody In Particular Novels & Stories

It looked like he hadn't slept in days. "Beta Chris, are you looking for my brother?" "Why didn't you answer my calls?" We spoke in unison. Hearing the frustration and anger in his tone, I composed myself and smiled lightly. "My phone was off, so I didn't notice. What do you need from me? Oh, right. I just remembered—we still haven't set a date to sever our mate bond." "Fiora, how long are you going to keep being angry with me?"

I said quietly, looking at the snowman. He made a sound that was almost a laugh. The silence that followed was not empty. It had weight to it. A specific texture, the kind that only forms between two people who are both thinking about the same thing and have silently agreed not to say it yet. I had come to France to be alone. I kept returning to that. Not with regret, but with the particular bewilderment of someone watching their own carefully laid plan become quietly irrelevant. Julien shifted slightly beside me. Not toward me. Not away. Just present. Just close. Just warm in the way that a person standing next to you in winter is always warm, which is to say more than you expect and more t

Then, nothing. *

I had just left girl's night with the girls. It had been a minute. We all been so busy in our everyday lives, that we rarely had time to catch up. Kita and her man has broken up. That shocked me. He was always good to her. Hardworking man. He worshipped the ground she walked on. She said she needed some time to herself. I don't believe that for a minute. She was gone end up telling me sooner or later. My girl couldn't hold water.

But no one's gonna know. X___X

she said. “ So you’re saying you haven’t found one in this whole organization?” Mr. Edgecombe asked surprised. “Yep,” she said. “ And now don’t say I resemble my mom.” “ You know I will,” Mr. Edgecombe laughed.” Well, find one fast.”

Zack laughed wildly at me. "Hahaha! Have you lost your mind?! You're spouting nonsense now!" Zack pointed at me, laughing so hard he almost doubled over, tears nearly spilling out. "Who do you think you are? Richard's company is not some charity. You think they would want you? Someone we rated as incapable?! What kind of daydream is this?"

And I don’t even have a pool. The End

Not a single thing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Something without a name. Something with many.