True Life Of The Fabulous Killjoys Novels & Stories

"What exactly did I do wrong?" Dad's expression darkened. "Don't tell me five years haven't been enough to teach you how hard it is to make a living. We faked our deaths and moved abroad just to make you realize the truth. There will come a day when you won't be able to earn a thing, and every last penny will be gone." Then, his tone softened. "It's just as well that you finally understand. At least now we don't have to stay away from home anymore."

"Very. But he gets results. He found a senator's kidnapped daughter in three days when the FBI had given up. He tracked down a billionaire's embezzling partner who had fled to six different countries." Nyla took the card. Simple black printing. Just a name and phone number. "Call him." Tobias Kane arrived that afternoon. He was not what Nyla expected. She had pictured someone slick and polished. Instead, Tobias was in his fifties with graying hair, wearing a rumpled suit and scuffed shoes. He looked like a tired accountant. But his eyes were sharp. Calculating. Missing nothing. "Mr. Harper. Miss Harper." He shook their hands with a firm grip. "I understand you have two men you need found."

My bed space was quite comfy with my huge teddy bear right on the bed, and my pink and white bed sheets were well tucked into the bed. I took my AirPods and listened to "Waves" by Ella Kess. Ella was my favorite artist, Dad bought all her records and I derived joy from her lyrics. She died at the age of 79, old and happy, her lyrics forever live on. "You think the world doesn't need you, do you feel alone, get a better view that you are what the world needs, you're loved" I sang heartily. Ella Kess was my idol, her songs were interesting with a sweet melody and rhythm. If she was here, I would hug her tightly and let her know she is a lifesaver. I mumbled the lyrics and laughed, for some rea

They drove south, past the border. Into the ruins of Old York. A city destroyed in the last war. Now it was a skeleton of concrete. But underneath... Life thrived. Arielle drove into a collapsed subway tunnel. Guards stopped them. Orcs. Huge. Green. Ugly. "Toll," the Orc grunted. Arielle rolled down the window. She didn't pay. She flashed her black eye. The Orc flinched. "Void?" he whispered. "VIP," Arielle corrected.

"I swear, I won't let go of your hands ever again. There won't be any other woman. I'll only love you. We'll have a kid and live happily as a family." I sneered, "Seeing you makes me sick. I don't want you anywhere near my afterlife." I bolted, and he chased. Minutes later, I hit the elevator where it all started. It was running again now, and I had mixed feelings. As I thought about how to get rid of Anthony, the elevator pulled me in. Right before the doors shut, I caught sight of his panicked face. I smiled, stepping over. This time, I was done with him for good. "See you never, Anthony." The End

Chapter 1 I just moved out of my new condo. Why? Because my dad kicked me out just because I won't stop the habits, he also cut my cards and gave me 150,000 pesos that I should budget for one month. As if it will cover all my spending habits! He also buys me a condo where I can stay until I changed to be the better person he wants me to be, I should stick to one lover. As if I treated those guys as my lover!

We try to answer everyones questions. "My queen, I know that everything has been happening very fast and all... but I was hoping for an update on when our family members would be able to be laid to rest..?" Kaylee asks. She is one of the teenagers from my old pack. I am totally heartbroken seeing her so sad about this, I didn't realize until just now, her older brother was one of the warriors killed on the way here. I turn to Ansel and Alpha Maxwell to get their opinion.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

Power ran through their veins like poison, and one wrong move could unravel years of preparation. I closed the email and pulled out the neatly stacked folder of Camille Martins’ forged life. Degrees. References. Bank statements. All pristine. All untraceable. I’d used this identity for years to bring down others. Now, it was about to face its greatest test. It was Saturday evening, which meant I had less than 48 hours to turn myself into the perfect candidate with the perfect disguise.

Kevin waved his sword and hit it on the ground, causing a blue light to activate and sending blasts of air waves which shoved Kyle off his feet brutally. The guns fell from Kyle's hands and landed at the feet of the Tifex. Aiden used his smallest finger to send ice spiralling towards Kyle, freezing him in that position. Guards hurriedly carried Kyle away. They were going to take him to anger management class. But first to a rehabilitation home. The one hero league established. Hero-Z Uplin. Yeah. Funny name. Kevin stood straight and rolled his eyes. 'Kids of these days are dumb, honestly. When I was their age I remember--'