Novel & Cerita Shelter 2014

I almost cried out in relief when I saw the shelter come into view. It was a small little place, only ten to fifteen parking spaces in the parking lot. The paint on the walls was peeling and the window that looked into the shelter was tinted grey as if it hadn't been washed in awhile. Still, the pure joy on Axel's face made up for the shambles of the shop.

The day before the wedding. Maya stood in the completed shelter at 4 AM. It wasn't perfect. Wasn't large enough. But it was functional. Could house thirty people for three months. She'd spent every penny of her inheritance. Maxed out two credit cards. All for a secret that would end everything if discovered. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. *Good work on the shelter. But you forgot something—air intake filters need to be higher, above potential snow line. Also, triple your fuel.*

“Prioritize families with kids and anyone who can’t shift.” They turned a corner, passing heavy steel doors already propped open. The shelters weren’t pretty—stripped-down rooms with emergency lighting and stocked shelves—but they were secure. Reinforced during the rebuild, deep enough to hold. As she paused at one of the storage units, she heard soft footsteps behind her. Mira approached, her laptop hugged against her chest. “Got a minute?” she asked. Ember nodded, stepping into one of the quieter rooms. Mira sat on the edge of a cot, posture hunched slightly, tension radiating from her.

"Well, I was hoping that after our wedding, you'd let me bring you and our son home." Valiant smiled tenderly at her man. "And you think that this is our home?" "Yeah. Why not? It's got all of the amenities plus a killer tech package, a pool with an out door kitchen and its own four room pool house." "Oh so the four room pool house is the selling point for the guys..." She raised an eyebrow at him. "So the boys need a place to crash always, they're family. Caleb is going officer and Todd, Gerald and Angelo are here to stay until they move out."

And, he kept the things that he used for my wound, then he kept them in my bag in my quarter of our shelter. "You seem to be so sleepy. We should take some rest already. We still have jobs to do tomorrow. And, we better get up early." He continued cheerfully while smiling brightly, and I just let out a sigh before I headed to my quarter that is on the right side of this shelter that is seven by seven feet wide, six feet in height, and two feet above from the sand, that we divided into two with a railing in between our quarters. It's actually quite sturdy with its huge posts, yet the walls are made of coconut leaves and some other woods, and the flooring is, of course, also made of wood that

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He forced himself to pull away from her, grabbed the his clothes and looked desperately around for a reserved spot. She pointed. "I think they left." Trying his best to see, he saw that the people who had built the shelter had abandoned the structure of improvised logs. He followed Jenna while she was running towards the scene, her back pale and her hair flying in the dim light, the seductively curvy ass. Logs and planks of wood of varying sizes, loosely stacked with many gaps between them, they formed four sides and a roof. there was no entry

"It's okay Anna. No one really does. Not something we all like to talk about. I just don't want you to look at me with fragile glasses on. I'm still the little punk kid that used to tie your shoelaces together before you went skating with Alan." "That was you? I thought it was Anastasia." We all laugh and talk about old times as we park on the street, along with all the other SUV's from the meeting. We hop out and begin our journey to the shelter. That's how we spend out entire day. We go from shelter to shelter and speak with not only the person in charge but the committee member that represents them. They all need a lot of the same things. Food, warm water, fixed pipes, new washer and drye

I said and gave her a small smile, She then proceeded to show me to the shelter which was located underground but the entrance was behind the pack house hidden so that it couldn't be found easily. when we arrived we stood at the doors for a few seconds as I waited for her to mind Link someone from the other side to open it. the doors then began to open and an elder woman along with another younger one stood there allowing us entry