Sans Sprite Novels & Stories

It was the most authentic thing she had ever felt. "So," Maya whispered against his lips, "does this mean the contract is back on?" Julian smiled, a real, unfiltered smile that would have wiped out his stock price in seconds. "No," Julian said. "From here on out, we’re strictly off-book. No cameras. No scripts." "Just the glitch?" she asked. "Just the glitch," he promised.

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The sweet scent of mortals in their prime as they entertain their exuberance. It has always been his pleasure. What better way to live in a world where his kind are called monsters. He leaves the women and goes to the bar where Bryan is on duty. Bryan serves his boss a glass of bourbon. No need to ask, he knows his boss after all. “I didn’t see you guys today,” Marcel’s French accent annoys the sphinx. “I almost forgot that you are still alive, Smeagle” Samuel mocks him. Marcel sniffs into the air and spits.

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“Nope, it’s full of sprites. They are part of the fae.” “What’s a sprite?” “Cayden describes them as fairies with no filter. They say whatever comes to mind and they do it in this weird way that makes it seem like they all share a brain.” “They aren’t mean, are they?” he asks. “Exactly the opposite. I told them to stay hidden for now while we get your pack settled. They like Tessa though, and of course they know who I am and who Meadow is.” “How do they know you?” he asks, his eyes much closer to amber than chocolate, letting me know that he’s regained control of Samson. That and his canines have retracted into his gums.

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Sifting through the pages revealed that it was a journal filled with excerpts and prose, possibly love letters of intimacy exchanged between two people. "Without which, not." Nancy spoke. Across from me sat her and Nicolas, Alex standing at a chalkboard as he drew out different plans for the remodel. Retreating my gaze from the book and meeting Cordelia's, I raised an eyebrow at her statement. "She's talking about the book you're reading," Nicolas picked up on her comment, filling in the gaps. "Sine Qua Non is Latin for without which, not.” "It's another way of saying without something, something else is impossible," Alex explained, his back still facing us.