Spn Novels & Stories

Bruna gasps as her mouth draws an 'o'. Troy looks at his watch. "It's 7:10 pm." "Noooo!" Bruna cries out. "I'm 10 minutes late for SpongeBob!" Really? A cartoon? She kicks my legs from her lap and sinks on the couch to watch SpongeBob. She's acting as if this is her house. It's not. "Oh," Bruna sits up on the couch looking at Troy and me. "I almost forgot!" She taps her forehead. "Guess what?"

Millie POV. As the weeks passed by I had brought Brian's meals again and again. And each time I would, he would wanna talk to me like as if he was dying for some human companionship. I wouldn't blame him, it must be incredibly lonely here in an asylum with no friends, no one to really talk to. I had to admit at most times I enjoyed our little chats but I still didn't feel safe with him at all. I was instructed that every day for one hour I would be alone with Brian and chat and try to get inside his mind sort of speak. I told the doctor that I was not a cop or an FBI agent and refused to to do this but was ordered to. I felt that I had no choice so day after day I would have to sit there an

he took a deep breath as he said my name through clenched teeth “your contract is with Purple Dream, not with Be Productive, therefore...” “Therefore, Be Productive is in charge of injecting the money into the project as well as directing the campaign.” I said crossing my pretty legs on the desk “and if that´s not enough, your company is the one that will provide my partner and me an apartment to live in for the three months of the project will last and… some offices to work said project, so yes, Mr. Sanders, you and I have certain points of the contract to discuss.” “Matt will be responsible for taking you to your new apartment and your offices are on the top floor, there are seven offices,

Dear reader, welcome back to the Supernatural Spa... If you wonder if there is anything here about The Divine, yes there is. Remember that one of my closest friends and source is considered the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. And this usually represents religious teachings and is also known as The Pope. The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas.

Levon replied. "I am Timothy but you can call me Tim." Sandy brown haired guy flashed her a toothy grin holding out his hand for her. "Levon but everyone calls me Von." she shook his hand. "Nice bike you got there." Timothy compliments. "Thanks. He is called Angel." Levon said enthusiastically. "Oh, great name." Tim smiled. Levon inspected the surrounding before catching a glance on the blue eyed man once again. "You have some grease on your temple." Timothy mentioned pointing at her fore head.

“But motive shapes pattern.” Ty twirled his pen, eyes on a tablet that never left his hand. “So does a guy with a backdoor into a building’s entire Bluetooth mesh.” Don arched an eyebrow. “Is that your way of saying we’re being watched?” “It’s my way of saying the house network’s got a ghost,” Ty replied, thumbs flying. “Rotating MAC, non-consumer timing. Someone’s bouncing service credentials.” “Here?” Don asked. “Here here,” Ty said, nodding toward the mezzanine. “Upper level, service corridor.”

Have fun! “Someone cloned your device’s exact digital signature,” Marcus says, laying a laptop open on the kitchen counter, the screen filled with lines of code that mean nothing to me at all. “They built a passive secondary pathway through your service provider. It means every single piece of data that hits your antenna routes to a secondary server before it even finishes loading on your screen.” I fold my arms over my chest, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. The room feels entirely too tight despite its high ceilings. “Explain that in plain English. What do you mean by a mirror?”

She met my gaze, her eyes reflecting determination. Isabella passed me the shimmering symbol, infused with ancient power—a crescent moon woven with intricate symbols of strength and unity. "Where do you want it?" I asked Benita. On my arm, she replied as she extended it. With careful precision, I pressed the heated metal against her forearm. She flinched, the sensation of heat and tingling spreading, but she gritted her teeth, steadfast through the marking. As I finished, the symbol glowed softly, marking her as my Luna and leader of the Moonrise pack.

The problem with being a Spark was two-fold. Monsters were drawn to me. And I'd known so many of them that I found myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human male. I was drawn to those dangerous breeds like a moth to flame. You'd think that with my time as a Spark, I'd have learned how to recognize each creature. But there were so many, I didn't know where to begin. Every male creature lusted for me. And I for them. The trick I faced was in trying to identify the ones that merely lusted for me. And those that might try to kill me.

Lana said fanning herself whilst Sophia laughed. " You need to meet Mr De Nero ...he's so hot ..." She said and I froze at the mention of De Nero . " You mean Luciano ? He's the Boss ? I asked surprised. " You've met him Already ? Yes he's the hottie Aria ...omg " she squires.