The Dig Novels & Stories

At a party hosted at our house, my husband sang a soul-stirring rendition of “Missing You Tonight". He poured his heart into it, his eyes misty and his voice raspy with emotion. I secretly recorded a video and posted it online. To my surprise, the video blew up. Hundreds of thousands of likes poured in, with the comment section overflowing with sympathy. Laughing, I handed my phone to my husband. “Jacob, you went viral.” The top-voted comment read: [Girl, I’m not one to stir up drama, but your husband looks like he’s nursing a broken heart.] I thought he’d just laugh it off with a half-hearted smile. Instead, he took the phone and looked me straight in the eye with dead seriousness. “Yo

"Are you sure about this? They're... unstable." "So am I, Cat," Jack replied, looking at his clawed hand. "So am I." They reached the end of the main storm drain. Ahead, a massive, smoothbore hole had been drilled into the brickwork. It was recent. The edges were still warm. "The Diggers," Grog spat. "IN THERE." Jack activated his comms. "Marcus, Haley. Stay here with the rear guard. Secure our exit. Cat, Grog, with me."

I breathed, trying to steady my conflicting emotions as I began to follow Troy down into the dig site, my chest tightening with apprehension. "Holy shit," Pete said behind me as we entered the square, looking around in awe. Several tunnels had been dug between the columns with rafters holding sections from caving in. Most of the tunnels were caved in, however, and we only had one option when it came to moving deeper into the dig site. Pete walked ahead of us, peering into the tunnel's pitch-black depths. "I don't think it goes that far. It's damp, I think there must be water on the other side. Do either of you have a light?" Pet

Trigger Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, morally grey male lead, dominance/submission elements. . . . The first time Janine Turner met Ciro Hitchdulf, the fire nearly swallowed her whole. It was at the dusk-market in Ruellan, the city where dusk lasted hours longer than dawn and the shadows seemed to whisper your name. Janine, a displaced fire-witch hiding under the veil of a common apothecary, was bartering for moon-pepper root when the crowd shifted. Energy cracked in the air, thick and heavy, like a storm gathering too close to the skin.

I dug my heels into the mattress and met every thrust, pushing up with my hips. “Fuck!” he shouted. “Goddammit!” I pushed harder, my hands digging into his ass and yanking his body deep inside mine. It was all very visceral and feral and completely wild. I had never been more excited in my life. When he finally erupted deep inside me, it was with a loud shout. I wasn’t sure who yelled louder. We were both arching and shouting until he collapsed beside me.

KAYRA "Damn! My head is spinning as if it would burst any time soon.", While striding through the garden passing the club, Samar stumbled in the dark. The whole garden depicted the view of night sky as it was glistening with the multiple LED lights. There is no one but us as it's midnight and this garden separates the club from the residence area of the hotel. In this one week, everytime I passed through the garden, I took some time to praise it's beauty.

Lucian heaved a deep sigh and turned to continue with what he was doing with what just happened at the back of his mind like it never did. Follow me on I*******m @goodnessshadrach, would love to see you there :)

I said in a harsh voice, the words Gunther had given me as a code, and he smirked. “He there waiting for yah, buddy.” His low guttural tone and his head gestured at the door. I entered without a word. Notice the two barbers who gave me a nasty look while cutting hair. Ahh... His man in disguise. I looked at the mirror reflection, seeing the long black coat I wore underneath the tailored suit and a black fedora. Then walking straight to the door where the man with the extensive body was standing. Giving me those threatening looks, I don’t give a shit. I am just here for what Gunther told me, hoping I could find out where she is.

Carlo says as he jumps of the stool and runs from the room followed by the others. I cut across the hall into Demi’s new office and pull out my phone and her new number. “Where are you” “Sports store on the second floor west side, two down. I’ve got eyes on Franco and am moving in now.” She says quietly. “Stay on the line” I hook my phone up to my laptop and start the coding to scramble our call. “My dad sure has an odd way of testing me” she says. “This wasn’t the test but when you get home play it off like it was, when you get here come see me” I tell her because she needs to know this wasn’t a test but a recon to make sure she was safe.

I was staring at the tiled floor, heart thudding louder than I liked. This was it. The window. I needed to plant something. Just enough to see if Max would bite. I waited until he was very engrossed on his phone before standing and moving a few steps away, just far enough to make it seem like a private call, but close enough for him to hear if he wanted to. I pressed my phone to my ear and spoke into the quiet, pretending to speak to an art gallery manager. “Hi, yes, this is Lila Bennett from Sinclair Enterprise. I’m following up on the availability of the Visage & Void collection, the oil paint pieces with the cityscape overlays?”