Sixth Collection Novels & Stories

But the voice was there. I wrote until midnight. When I stopped and looked at what I had, there was something in it I recognized, something that had the same quality as the Sarabande and the piece I had titled Eleven Minutes, the particular honesty that Professor Valdez had called genuinely original and that my grandfather had simply called true. I titled the new one February. I put the notebook away and turned off the desk lamp. Outside the December cold pressed against the window. Inside, my room was warm and the spring enrollment packet was on the desk and the phone had Landon's last message still on the screen.

I pull Six into my side and she tilts her face up to kiss me. “Ugh gross, get a room,” Cleo says. Six gives her the finger but pulls away and eats her lunch. When English Lit comes around, we’re pretty much done with our report already even though it’s not due until Friday. Six looks at me and says, “Wanna do something crazy?” "With you? Anything." She goes up to the teacher and says, “We’re looking to do a comparative analysis for our report and the books we need are in the library. May we be excused to go do some research?”

"You only get half a pulp friend I get the other half. Mike informed him. Colin was coming back, the van was waiting with the keys in it right where it was supposed to be. The note inside directed them to drive to a warehouse outside Santa Fe and they would be spirited across the border from there. He was happily thinking about the fun he was going to have with the two beauties waiting in the cabin. When he stepped around a rock about 30 feet from the cabin he saw somebody looking out the back door glass, it wasn't one of the brother's and it wasn't one of the women. He quickly stepped back. He gave a heavy sigh, he knew those two would be dangerous.

I prepared and left for work. Work went smoothly except the fact my team is to stay behind until we had a better strategy for the company’s new product, lots of presentations and meetings, but they all happened fast. I noticed a colleague, Stephen staring at me. I honestly feel like I am overthinking it. He is actually the hottest male colleague in our team, and our Assistant Team Leader. After our last meeting, I went to get coffee, and a stunning male figure came in, shutting the door and the blinds. I turned to look at him, it was Stephen our Ass. Team leader.

The firmness in his tone stopped me. “I'm so sorry sir.” I flipped through the book but the image refused to leave my mind. Why did Dr Adrian Cole have my picture as his wallpaper and why is he jumpy and unsettled as I asked questions?

"Take it. Take every fucking inch. You wanted this, remember? You applied for this. You begged for this." "Yes!" Serah sobbed, her arms giving out, her face pressing into the silk sheets. "God, yes, I wanted this...." "Then take it like a good girl." He adjusted his angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that impossible spot again....so deep it bordered on pain, so intense that Serah's vision whited out. She screamed, her whole body convulsing, an orgasm ripping through her with devastating force. "That's number six," Damien said with satisfaction, never stopping his brutal pace. "We're just getting started, baby."

My eyes met Lena's and her eyes widened in shock when she saw who it was that had the highest bid. “Trev, what the fuck!?” Charles yelled in shock but I didn't care. There was no way I would let him go home tonight with my Lena. “We have a winner!” The woman announced as she took Lena's hand, who had a scared look on her face, and approached me with a smile. “Cash or…” “Transfer,” I replied with my eyes never leaving Lena's and when the woman had confirmed the transaction, she placed Lena's hand in mine. “Enjoy!”

(Eloisa's pov) I never planned any of this. Nova had left for the weekend and her dad Luke told me I could stay late in the art studio above the garage to finish my charcoal piece. The room smelled like paint thinner and old wood. Dust floated in the light from the hanging bulbs. I was bent over the easel, stuck on the shading around the figure’s shoulder, when I heard him come up the stairs. He stood behind me for a second, looking at the paper. “You’re fighting the charcoal again,” he said. “See how the edge is too soft there? It makes the whole shoulder look flat.”

"Let's keep watching something." When the last door clicked shut upstairs, the room felt suddenly quiet and private,Damon picked up the remote. "This movie is too boring now." He changed it quickly to something else, "365 Days." Lily had heard about it, it was a hot, naughty movie full of sexy scenes between a man and woman who couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Willow turned silent for a moment and asked in a much graver tone Clara hadn’t heard before, “Where did you get this symbol of the sixth element?” “Sixth element? But there are only five.” Clara’s voice went a little bit higher and Willow shushed her angrily for being so loud. Willow traced her fluffy fingerless hand around the border of the emblem, which was deep red in color. “This is the sixth,” Willow said in a dangerous tone. “But wait, how?” “There are only five that are allowed to practice and study.” “Well, what is it? The sixth one?” Clara asked in urgency, bouncing from foot to foot.