Sans Bones Novels & Stories

Sara got up from the warrior's back, a smug smile of satisfaction on her face. It was bone, alright. His arm had been broken, right in the middle of his forearm. His bones poked out of his skin, pale and milky white in the light of the coffee shop. He howled in pain. Blood pooled around his body as his arm hung limp. Sara turned to the remaining warriors. "Anyone want to try and stop me? I'll increase the number of bones I break for each person, so I suggest you make this quick." They took a step back, worried glances on their faces. Sara smiled diplomatically.

The Half-Brother (Sloane) The blue light turned Julian Vane’s courtesy into theater. I stood between the freezer and the stranger with my mother’s painting under my arm and did the only thing left that felt like defense. I catalogued him the way I had catalogued the penthouse on the first night, an artist reading a canvas she already disliked. Late twenties. Silas’s cheekbones wearing something close to Adrian’s smile. An expensive coat over shoes that had seen real distance. A man who spent on what showed and starved what he walked on. His left hand flexed, over and over, the same unconscious motion Liam made before a board meeting. I had seen that flex before. In my own mirror. In Sabrina’

Sarah's brother worked on Jessica for three hours. Maya and Catherine stood outside the medical tent, neither speaking, both waiting. Daniel emerged twice to update them—surgery progressing, bullet removed, internal damage extensive but repairable if they had the right equipment. They didn't have the right equipment. At hour three, Sarah's brother emerged, exhausted and blood-covered. "She'll live," he said. "But she needs real medical care. Hospital equipment. Antibiotics we don't have. She's stable for now, but infection is almost certain. Without proper treatment, she'll die within a week."

I asked them, staring them dead in the face. “Do you know who you’re even talking to?” An unknown voice came from the distance. It made me jump. “Dannika, how nice of you to join us.” Talia said, sarcastically. I turned my head, and saw a woman walking towards us. Dannika was tall, golden skinned, with green eyes and reddish brown hair. She was wearing a pair of black tights, and an olive green dressy tunic shirt. She had brown boots and brown leather fingerless gloves. “Declan, where’s my warm welcome, darling?” She turned to Declan, eyes wide and bright. “What do you want, Dannika?” Declan spat, inching closer to me. I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Why the hostility, my love?” She asked, p

Beneath The Scars We have marks that tell a story , Stories of who we are , when we climbed through the rocky mountain and fell with our faces on the solid rock , Those marks that thought us never to give up , Those marks that lay beneath the skin . Those marks that always remind us of where we came from and where we have reached. Synopsis

A very light shade of brown really made the color stand out. Come to think of it. He has many unique things about him. He doesn’t really work out but still has quite a nice body. I peeked at his arms, he was wearing a sleeveless shirt so his nicely toned biceps were out on display. He’s really strong and very good-looking. Compared to me, he really stands out a lot. Many girls have tried getting his number but he was never interested. I wonder why? I know he doesn’t like me that way.

Sasha POV The cold that runs through out my body is one I've never felt before in all the years I've lived in the always chaotic city of Portland Oregon. I open my eyes being met with a darkness I've also never known and it chills my already chilled bones. I try to move my hands only to fail feeling them bound in front of me with frayed rope that’s cut into my skin making it sting, my voice rises from deep with in my chest as I scream out for help.

“Hello Mr. Villamorannas-” “A kidnapping incident just happened in Santa Rosa highway. And that is Amira and her friend. They need help. The white van should be stooped.” “Okay. We have seen that one new, Mr. Villamoranns, I’ll be sending my men to be there right away.” he said and then I ended the call. I drove as fast as I can to that Santa Rosa highway and saw my van and one of my men, killed and covered in blood, lying on the floor. This place is surrounded by people and police officers. I cursed so loud upon seeing that.

I stand, not wanting to spend another second in a chair, and wait for Bone and Austin. Moments later, I can hear loud booming voices and blow out an irritated breath when I see Bone walk up. He looks like shit, skinnier than normal and more haggard. With everything going on and him hitting the bar a lot more lately, I haven't really noticed his decline on fatigue and appearance. Bone reaches me and plops down on the end chair. I can hear him mumble to himself but we both remain quiet as we await Austin. After a few moments I hear him mumble himself and choose to ignore it, until I hear Abby's name. "What did you say?"

Bright The front door closed behind me with a snap that echoed through the whole house, a hollow sound that reminded me I was alone. The echo faded slowly, leaving a silence so dense I could almost hear it pressing against my ears. I dropped the suitcase on the living room sofa without even looking at it. I didn’t have the energy to unpack. Every muscle in my body begged for rest, but it wasn’t physical exhaustion weighing me down, it was the loneliness, the emptiness of knowing Sophia wasn’t here.