Rise B Novels & Stories

he said to me, reversing his car. I flipped my hair and mouthed no. ****************** After having my bath, I wore a brown jump suit with flowers on it. I loved flowers especially pansies. I also loved the rose flower–it symbolizes love, but in the tarot a rose symbolizes balance and it thorns represented defense. Well, that was what I read online. "Ding dong!" My door bell went off. That must be Bellamy. I hastily jogged down the stairs and pulled up short when I was in front of the door and adjusted my jumpsuit. I wore the biggest smile ever and pulled the door open.

74 Carolyn's POV I timidly, slowly lifted my face to see Rafael glowering at me. "S-sorry." "You ruined my t-shirt too." He grumbled, ignoring my apology. I instantly cast my gaze down at his white shirt. A gasp left my mouth. I covered my lips as fear crept over me. Since my face had bumped into his shirt, some of the redness transferred to the white fabric. And boy did it look bad!

I tried to ignore the piercing pain in my chest and said coldly. “I want to see the accurate analysis report and remediation plan tomorrow morning before the meeting.” My gaze swept across everyone in the meeting room, including those gossipmongers. “The meeting is adjourned.” I stood up and left the meeting room. Hushed whispers surged up again like a tide. This time, even more unbridled than it was before. “Why is he acting all high and mighty? He only got to the position of director because of Ms. Stewart.” “The old geezer just flew into a rage. Did his mid-life crisis come early?”

The lies rolled of easily on his tongue. "Do you think you can get to the bed." "Yes, but I'll need help." "The bed isn't too hight the count of five try to lift yourself as best as you can. One, two three, four, five." With her arms around him, bracing him from the behind he let her do most of the work of raising his weight and then when she was about to remove her arms out of the way he quickly flipped her on her back, putting her underneath him and then rolled over so he was facing her while he put his weight on his good arm and his other elbow to keep from crushing her. As her hands shot to his neck to strangle him he could tell her that her first instinct to anything she perceived as da

Ryan asked rubbing the lump on his head. “I think it’s the perfect time to train, she needs to learn to use her emotions to help her. Anger can make people mess up. She needs to learn to use the anger to help her” Grant sat me down in a chair they had placed in the centre of the room and tied me up “I want you to get out of this and then attack me. I want to see what skills you have before I start to teach you how to fight”

Is it as a result of that? I moaned at her since my nose was still hurting and I couldn't open it, but when the vehicle finally started moving, her body shifted to the side and her heart rate changed from really high to extremely slow, which was not good, is she okay? When I look at her, her respiration is practically imperceptible, and her hand is dripping with blood. I look over to the person next to me and overhear him remark; 'Yes, I'm OK; if the girl comes alive, we'll continue the plan; if she doesn't, we'll return her to her family; the prize remains the same.'

A pinch of rosemary, some goldenrod, peppermint, patchouli, and olive oil, is all it requires. “Alright dear, time for you to lay back and remove your shirt. I’m going to be placing some sigils on your chest and stomach. You'll feel some warmth, but there shouldn’t be any pain.” Laura tells me.

I search through the contacts, looking for Ethan's contact. 'What can you tell me about Rapture?' I text him. I watch as the three dots appear on the screen showing that he's typing. 'The rapture is an eschatological theological position held by some Christians, particularly within branches of American evangelicalism, consisting of an end-time event when all Christian believers who are alive, along with resurrected believers, will rise in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. -Wikipedia. I roll my eyes at his response. 'Arse.' I think to myself.

The fear was overwhelming, and she struggled to breathe deeply. Her heart raced at the thought of how Blake might react. Would he see her request as a weakness to exploit, igniting a cycle of emotional battles she wasn’t ready for? She couldn’t shake the memory of the last time he had raised his voice, leaving her feeling cold and shaken. Each argument had left scars, and she feared that asking for help would provoke more anger from him. His tendency to be cruel reminded her that when he felt threatened, his reactions were unpredictable.

Even this little bit of height feels good. “Are you ready? You don’t have to worry. I promise I won’t drop you,” he says to me. “I trust you,” I say and I feel him rumble happily at my words. Then his body bunches and he leaps into the air, his wings making the first, hard push of air as he lifts himself off the ground. As we fly higher, I close my eyes, breathing in the fresh air and letting the sun shine on my face. Ajax bugles happily and I trumpet my own happiness, which is much quieter than his. He turns and looks at me, probably surprised by the sound I just made.