Paddy Chayefsky Novel Novels & Stories

Maddy's POV Even after Max left with the sheriff to give his statement right outside my hospital door, his words continued ringing in my head. It had been so ominous as if the Chadwicks were vampires who liked to hunt humans at night for blood. Chuckles, my new kitten, purred in his sleep. I stroked his mane, distractingly while pondering on the many-layered secrets of this God-forsaken town. My life in NYC had been simpler. I didn’t have to worry about being stuck between two warring biker lords, or living in this town with all its many secrets.

Diana suddenly asked, a shocked expression marring her features as she expectantly stared at the woman. "Yes, unfortunately. They had died into a plane crash when master Nicholas was only sixteen," The girl’s heart sunk at the hearing of such thing, feeling such a deep sorrow bloom into her chest for she herself had not too long ago experienced such pain too. The pain of losing a parent. "Come on now, girl," Miss Nancy’s voice abruptly brought her back to reality as she placed a fork next to her plate, effectvely urging her to start eating. "Hurry up or you will be late to your job,"

No, I would settle for a night in this cheap motel just so I could finally get some sexual relief! I laughed silently to myself "Oh Poppy, all you think about with your mind is nothing but sex. Your husband is out there on a field trip and here you are in a hotel... And to make it worse, you're waiting to be used," stifling the noise. The silence in the hotel all day had given it the feeling of an old library where no loud noises were allowed.

ARTISTIC P**N ELARA MOREAU - FL - 19 YRS VINCENT CALVER - ML- 51 YRS Elara Moreau arrived at the chalet just as the last light bled from the sky over the Alps. The private helicopter had dropped her on a snow-dusted landing pad behind the house, rotors whipping powder into her face like frozen needles. She stepped down in thigh-high boots and a black wool coat that barely reached mid-thigh, clutching the single leather portfolio that held her grandfather’s forged passport, the key to his hidden studio, and the one painting she’d never sold—the one that proved she was better than him.