Spike Spiegel Novels & Stories

His fitted suit was tailored to perfection, sleek and urbane in a way that jarred against the grungy backdrop. But it was the oily smirk curling his thin lips, the utter lack of anything even approximating human warmth or mercy in his gaze, that turned Lily's insides to ice despite the bravado she tried projecting. This man...this was Spike Delgado, the psychopathic kingpin who'd been tormenting them. Sure enough, James confirmed it a second later, uttering a single word like a curse: "Spike."

Everyone held their breath, waiting for an answer. I leaned against my chair, watching the chaotic room on the screen, and replied calmly, "Don't panic, Ms. Miller. There's nothing poisonous in that wine. Didn't I tell you? It's a rare, 1945 Romanee-Chanti bottle I got at a recent auction. It's just that…" I paused, letting a hint of amusement creep into my tone. "That wine has been spiked with a super-potent aphrodisiac I got from a vet friend. It's the kind of stuff they use for breeding bulls.

Miss Oomf asked while smiling at me. "I'm Synecdoche Rochet," I introduce myself to everyone, I'm 45.37 percent introvert and 54.63 percent extrovert. I don't know if my calculations were objective or subjective but my formula was trust plus by ego, superego, and ID divided by pre-conventional, conventional, and post-conventional raise to the power of 26 equals connection. "Your spelling is correct." My classmates immediately applauded. Their claps are overwhelming giving me a grand celebration inside my ear.

Everything here is sparkling white and speaks of wealth, this place screams money. I wanted to touch the white glass table in the middle when suddenly, I felt chills run down my spine. I felt like a pair of eyes was watching me. I bailed my fist as I suddenly became nervous, slowly I started turning and boom! The lady from yesterday. She look emotionless as she stares at me "How dare a thing like you step your filthy feet into my territory?"

Avery looks around quickly, seeing what we’ve done and nods. “Have you ever done this spell?” she asks me. “No,” I tell her. I know the spell, but I’ve never even seen it performed. “May I help you?” she asks me. “Yes, please.” “You know it has to be you. You are the one bonded to him, but that also means your sister and brother can help. It will boost the spell,” she says as she looks at the boiling salve. “I can help as well,” a man with a foreign accent says looking at me.

It's official; I've lost my fucking mind. "Let's go." I took her elbow and was surprised when she didn't pull away right away. My club is called Spice; it has three levels with bar, lounge, and night club. Each floor had textured walls in differing shades of blue, from aqua to midnight blue. There were liquid floors on all three levels. The space had the capacity for three thousand and was usually packed on the weekends with lines around the block. Mouth was sure to do good here if she didn't get herself killed; there are some pretty rough customers who like to hang out in my place.

People were giving her weird looks and almost everyone looked scared of Alex. A tall lean man approached them with a sly smile playing on his lips. His face was full of piercings and his eyes were black, he had a small goatee and was giving negative vibes. "Alexander Blade! What a great surprise? How do we get the pleasure of your presence." He mused. "I came Sebastian and that's enough!" He spoke in his deep authority voice leaving no space for any more questions. But that guy must have a death wish as he spoke. "And who's this angel?"

Ace groaned but couldn't do anything when he raised his white flag on Slidell, he sat on his small square table beside the wall and sipped his black coffee. He was thinking of what to do next. Slidell told him everything and surprisingly, Slidell had the talent to be a spy. Cleo Martinez was just a fake name Blanche created, he knew that even before he told Slidell but what intrigued him more was when Slidell found out that Misha and Blanche were sharing a room and that some boy named Astolfo also goes a few times on their room but he stopped coming a few days now. All of that information was collected because Slidell befriended a hotel bellboy. Even though he got mixed signals from the girl

I asked and looked at the stranger. "By the way," Joshua piped up. "It's rude to just discuss things without proper introduction, right?" "I'm Architect Reyes," I introduced myself to the guy and offered him a handshake. "Jacob Lozano," he smiled—it was benevolent, and accepted my hand. His hand was big and warm. I smiled warmly. He looked good. He was friendly and approachable. Jonas cleared his throat, jabbing the back of his palm against Jacob's chest. Jacob brought my hand down.

she bend her head to one side making a funny face in the mirror then taking a deep breath she wore a determined expression, making up her mind to ignore romance, she decided this would be her new mantra, getting better to find out what actually happened to her dad and becoming a high grade spy. When she arrived at Giant’s Limited she was shocked at the building in front of her, the building is a giant indeed, the exterior was mostly glazed, the glass shone brightly reflecting the morning sun, you could see your image clearly on the glasses and the building was so tall you’ve to turn your neck upward completely to see the last floor, taking a deep breath Elena walked through the door and stra