Papers Please Arstotzka Novels & Stories

I only smiled until my eyes curved like crescents. Something seemed to block Mason's throat. He stepped back from the closet and accidentally bumped the bookshelf with his shoulder. Something fell from the top shelf and hit the floor with a slap. A dark-blue journal with a worn, fraying cover lay open on the floor. He bent to pick it up, but his gaze caught the first lines on the exposed page. "I came back from ten years in the future."

Waiting at the reception, she could sense everyone fears on the floor, all she could paint was a monster as the employer but she knew better. The receptionist walked up to her apologizing, it seems the boss was in a conference meeting. A few minute later, she had sobs from the conference room and to her surprise Mr. Mini-god from the park was walking out of the conference room with his staff scrambling after him. She thought it was a joke, but she felt the authority he commanded as he struts out towards his office, his demeanor was that of an evil boss, she overheard the staff discussing how he just fired a young man in the conference because he mixed up the statistics. Aurora was still in

This was a trap, but for who? Or for what? “I’m sending a few of my men with Granger. The rest are going back to the Yarrow Spur Pack village,” Artyom says as he walks in my direction. His pale blue eyes shine like moonstone against his dark skin, nearly the same shade as his obsidian leathers. He rolls his lower lip between his teeth and looks around to make sure we’re not overheard before adding, “Based on the description I’ve been given, I believe the witch in question might be Petra.”

yes i know, I'm such a jerk for a prince. "Nervous?" I almost jumped from my position. His voice from my back feels like I've been electrified and it made me feel weird. There's no way I'm going homosexual with him! "Don't be such a d*ck Luther" I angrily spat. He just laughed in amusement when-- "Harris Esqroic and Luther Astrix please join arena 4!" This really is doomsday!

He asks sarcastically as he brushes a frustrated hand over his face. "Not exactly." I turn around and open the top drawer to my desk, pulling out the bottle of Malt Whiskey that Anastazia gave me two weeks before her death. I take out two glasses, place them on the desk and fill them three fingers high. I slide one glass across the oak slab desktop toward him. He straightens his suit jacket as he stands before me, and picks up his glass. He raises his brows as his eyes meet mine, "What are we toasting to here, Artemis? Because I have a feeling that you have a plan and I'm not going to fucking like it."

He asserted in resentment. Meanwhile, at the Palace. Prince Gohan stood before the cursed woman and as their stares met, he simply smirks. "We have agreed on this, Constance. I want Terra to fall in love with me, and I need you to seal that love potion and bring it to me." The prince asserted and the woman merely tapped his shoulder as she leans on onto the wall.

Asty prepared her sword confidently and complacently on her side and opened her eyes. "How do you like my new art?" he asked her while caressing his chin and scrutinizing Chaol's torn body. "I call it 'Chaol on Stick!' Ahahahahahaha!" Asty frisked closer and her feet stopped. "Your art," she parts her lips. "Could've been better you didn't add red in it." "Oh?" Polo cackled. "What are you? A retired art teacher?" "An audience." she briefly told him. "An audience you never satisfied."

“Want to tell me why you think it is enough for me to have two when you are on your fifth scotch glass?” “Because I said so, baby girl. I don’t want you getting drunk to the point where things grew messed up, and these men are not ones to mess with.” Arturo said, and I nodded, choosing not to argue. The fact that I could tell that he, or more specifically, his wolf was growing protective was not a lie. Though I did try to keep the topic to myself, the man was making it obvious to a blind man that he didn’t want anyone looking at me.

Adrian said and grabbed Celesta. “Why would…” “We don’t have anything to say,” I said, interrupting him. “Archer” Hola called and held my hand. “Hola, I already let you know my…” I didn’t complete my statement when Adrian coughed, he did that to stop me so that Celesta wouldn’t find out Hola was not from our pack. I removed my hand slowly from Hola and moved back a little bit.

AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP "to kill or to save: choose your purpose" Written by: Chavinsky Y.E