Space I Novels & Stories

~Juniper's POV~ The hum of the spaceship's engines was a constant lullaby, vibrating through the sleek metal walls of the Odyssey. I, Juniper Martin, had been a space cadet for three years now, and this solo mission with Mario Russo felt like a dream assignment. Or maybe a nightmare waiting to happen. We were charting a new asteroid belt for the Earth Space Command, our urban inspired habitat pod mimicking a high-rise apartment in New York, complete with holographic windows showing starry vistas and a control station that looked like a futuristic cock-pit bar.

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Then he's going faster and I'm screaming his name for the whole neighbourhood to hear. ~ "Where the fuck have you been?" Vincent is practically in my face as soon as I walk in through the door, and I flinch back in shock; my heart racing. "God! Ever heard of something called personal space? Cause you're certainly disrupting mine right now. You scared the fuck out of me. " I hiss, but Vincent isn't having any of that. His arms are folded against his chest, and his glare is pinned on me. I groan, before saying, "Fine! I was at Lucy's, satisfied?"