Sige Na Novels & Stories

Nai: “You okay there Naraja? You're lookin’ a little sad n’ wonky in the face. You okay? You okay?” Naraja: “I hear you! I hear you! Geez! First of all, who the hell says ‘sad ‘n wonky’ in the same sentence and I’m alright, I’m alright my face just tends to do this, don't worry about it too much, k.” Nai: “Hmmm, if y’a say so but if there’s something bothering you, just say so.” Naraja: “Aah, ‘just say so’, huh. I’ll keep that in mind in the back of my mind as a mental tab...”

She assures and I stare at the mobile; my hands moving faster than my mind as I type back a reply. ME: Sinclair? I watch as it changes from delivered to read, and the three dots that indicate he's typing display at the corner of the screen. He's typing! He's fucking typing! Sinclair Leovough is fucking typing! SINCLAIR: Little Greene. Please, come home. I'm at your place. I know you're mad at me, but I need to see you right fucking now. Come to me, baby. Come to me, baby. He's asking me to come to him. To come home to him. And that name— oh lord, this is real? This is fúcking it? My man is fúcking back for me?

They made memories easier to handle. Fifteen minutes later, he entered the main part of town. The old sign was still there, paint chipped and blistered. WELCOME TO JAMES BRIDGE—WE HAVE TWO CEMETERIES AND NO HOSPITALS, SO DRIVE CAREFULLY! The day was young, the streets empty. Odd. What day is it? Saturday? No. Sunday.

David made a face of disbelief. "Her name is Shin. She's a foreign girl that I didn't even recognize beforethen when you told me it was Shireen's house, I kept convincing myself that she really was Shireen. Even though I felt something was different but I continued to convince myself. I couldn't believe it when he said he was Shin, not Shireen. I even thought that she had amnesic and forced her to stay with me. And yesterday, I had thrown him out very cruelly for feeling lied to. Then, once this unexpected thing has happened, who is at fault and who should I blame?"

The girl aimed her gun at him but I stopped her. “I'll take care of it.” I whispered as I walked towards him. “Skisaho ki-ru, sa-chin.” I chanted as I took a deep breath. I am a Sucho or a Sin that has heightened sense of touch. Skisaho ki-ru is an Orikami we use to increase our strength. Sa-chin or first level spells are undetected by the alarms which makes it safe for me to use in this situation.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

] Sierra: [I didn't say you're not clever, just not ‘that’ clever. Sierra: [You're just a naive sweetheart.] Paige: [Am I?] Paige: [I don’t think I’m naive and sweet.] Sierra: [Sure… If you say so.] Paige: [You don't understand.] Sierra: [How do I not understand?]

“You know that?” “I’ve been told.” He kisses me then, hard and claiming, like he’s trying to remind both of us who holds the power in this room. I let him. When he pulls back, his forehead rests against mine. “We can’t let him ruin what we have.” “We won’t.” “You swear?” “I swear on every boardroom I’ve ever walked into and every deal I’ve ever closed.” He nods once, tension bleeding out of his shoulders. “Then we keep moving forward. The Singapore closing is in three days, and after that, David’s money is locked in. We get through this, we get the capital, we expand. And then we kick him to the curb.”