Splinter 2012 Novels & Stories

"It's been delayed for so long, anyway. If you really care about this, why did you use this to provoke a reaction from me? Are you happy now that you get what you want?" I looked at his impatient expression and felt a chill in my heart. I thought back to the beginning, when things were so sweet. On our second anniversary, after I had given myself to him, he held me tight, promising me, "As soon as my career's stable, I'll propose right away." He promised a proposal I would never forget. He wanted me to stand in a garden full of white hydrangeas, with me smiling as I said yes. Those youthful promises were so passionate that they always made us believe they would come to fruition.

— I think it's good that the one who defends me hasn't been accused numerous times. — Now, here comes the light topic, you can relax. I did that to see your reactions under pressure. You have excellent posture, congratulations. – Miguel smiled, causing Catherine to do the same – But nothing I said is a lie. – The smile on Catherine's face disappeared as Miguel dragged his chair to his closet, opening it and taking a black thermos bottle with what appeared to be water from the side of his backpack, opening it and taking a sip. – In this team, we have me, you, Diego, and Rogerio. I'll tell you a little bit about the guys so you can at least know their names. Rogerio is an expert in solving mar

I sighed and dropped the 10th book they are all business and marketing books nothing interesting I sat on Leon seat and decided to play games on his computer I saw the computer was locked I tried hard to figure out what his password might be "Mtcheew" I hissed when I wasn't getting it I type in my name and it opened I was stunned I smile without realization I looked through his computer and there's no single game "I'm bored" I muttered with disappointment I decided to check his Photo folder I click on it and saw a cute little girl about 6 years pictures was in his first collection The collection had about a thousand pictures of her The lil girl felt familiar but I can't remember where I knew

Entry 12: “Elara came back today. I wasn’t expecting it. She looks different—harder, colder. I can’t let her stay. I’ve spent too long building this life to let her ruin it now. She thinks she can reclaim her place in this family? I’ll make sure she knows exactly where she belongs. In the shadows.”

The replacement thus seemed unreasonable. "Ugh, I won't let him get away with this!" Natasha gritted her teeth. "Don't worry about it. Let Lydia play. Her films are all trash!" Lydia had too many scandals. She was definitely digging her own grave without me lifting a finger. Furthermore, some people even took the opportunity to sling more mud. The entertainment industry was filled with competition for resources. I was sorry about the IP; Allen ruined it. I did not mind at all, but they had clearly triggered me.

Chapter 19 Mr Collins takes his place on the podium and the room falls silent. Anger radiates from him and I'm unsure if it's at my outburst or for some other reason. “Thank you all for arriving here promptly and I apologise for the disturbance but this is not a matter that can wait. This morning I have had to suspend three of our students, and I will not hesitate to suspend more should I need to. I know the rumours that are spreading around the school may be concerning for some, and for others this may be exciting. I can confirm that we highly suspect The Spark bond has been triggered between our new student, Josie Banks and one of our previously unbonded, Theo Henry, although we are yet to

vulnerable, who have agreed to assist the Nephilim (Anunnaki-human hybrids) in rehabilitating their DNA (by sharing it) - to create the 'Magenta' Anunnaki race. ; recognizable by a red streak in the aura. The Montauk-Phoenix wormhole grid spike network was timed to activate in 2001. This is normally accomplished by means of scalar sonic pulses. These subsonic pulses are known to have dangerous expansion. Consequently, prominent buildings, such as towers and the Pentagon which had major spike sites below them were expected to collapse. However, destroying the buildings was part of the grand plan and the terrorist cover was created to serve the purpose of further fomenting conflict, the psych

Stella cursed when her gun stuck. The car abruptly came to a halt when the bullets hit the tyres. They were lucky a road sign's pole hooked the car and saved it from tumbling. They all scampered for safety. "Where are the fûcking voices that were said to be telling us of the dangers ahead through this shit of a thing!" Skyler muttered under his breath as he ran for his dear life. *** "Someone sold us out!" Mrs. Smith said angrily, punching her palms. She was informed from the computer lab that something went wrong. They weren't able to get any signal when immediately the guys stepped into the military zone.

The other option was that whoever fired the rifle wasn't experienced, hence the minor wound to their target but still didn't explain why the rifle was left. Lucas moved slowly, eyes dancing over the snow. Something else happened to make the shooter drop their weapon, but what? It was still unclear until he spotted where the blanket of ice had been disturbed. The way it was stamped down and cut up told of the struggle that had happened. Tiny red droplets marred the perfect whiteness like rubies on a blanket. The blood had frozen from the temperature. Gradually they grew bigger until they came to an end at a patch of smeared blood. Lucas crouched down onto his haunches, gloved finger tracing a

Only Park voted against. They had twelve hours to plan. Twelve hours before they infiltrated a facility defended by paranoid survivors. Twelve hours before they tried to rescue hostages and access technology that could freeze the planet. Twelve hours before everything either worked or fell apart completely. Maya spent those hours with Dr. Vance, learning about the facility. About what they'd find inside. About the people who'd been living with the weight of eight billion deaths for ten years. About whether forgiveness was possible for mistakes that killed a world.