Uncharted 4: Chapter 12 Novels & Stories

I was focused on getting drunk; everything happening around me at that moment was white noise. I took the last glass of tequila to gulp and as I turned, my hand suddenly hit someone and my drink spilled on the person’s shirt. Lo and behold, the person was none other than Bryan. I was too drunk to speak; I wasn't seeing clearly; my sight was blurry; that was exactly what I wanted. I sat still, didn't move, and didn't know how to react to the fact that I didn't just meet Bryan; I spilled a drink on his shirt.

he hissed. I shook my head in disapproval. "Let me go, you bastard!" I cried. Meanwhile I was struggling beneath him. I was twisting and fighting. But, again, it was useless. He was too strong. The metal of the chains clicked shut around my left wrist and then my right. Panic flooded my system. "Stop!" I tried to pull against the chains. Nothing worked. Tears began to burn my eyes. "Let me go!" He came closer. I was quick to drive my left knee right up into his ribs as hard as I could.

She responded, "I can't just watch and do nothing." "Yes, you can, or you can choose to pursue the second course of action and go to work. But instead of spying on the cripple, you spy on the hottie and uncover information that the cripple can use to fire the hottie from the company. You and the cripple can then reconcile and live happily ever after," Chelsea explained and clapped for herself. Sarah remained motionless, Chelsea's phrases were laced with a strange mixture of hotties and cripples, confusing her.

Evan hissed at me, instantly snapping me out of my thoughts. He lunged toward me with his arms stretched out, ready to grab me. I dodged to the side just in time, and he fell onto the ground. He let out an agitated huff, then slammed his fists into the floor and pushed himself up. I backed up against the wall not really knowing what to do, I was chained up for Christ sake, this wasn't a fair fight. The chains! I suddenly thought as an idea popped into my head. I grabbed the chains that were secured to my arms and as Evan lunged at me again, I managed to spin him around then quickly wrapped the chains around his neck. The talons he now had as fingernails, sliced through my arms as he fought h

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Shards of glass cut into my skin, and blood instantly soaked through my clothes. Gritting my teeth, I yanked out the document envelope and protected it tightly against my chest.

In this road called life, The darkness prevails and stays, But after the darkness, Comes the dawn of light. So, do not fret about the What Ifs, You're going to do great, And I'm truly proud, To call you my best friend. Tyler Stuart's letter to Dean, year 2016 PS- I'm titling this chapter. THE ROAD NOT TRAVELED. Marilyn's POV

Her anger for him seemed to reach the sky’s limit because even his very own breathing irritated her. They just arrived at Meridianam and they already had too much to do. Leath was still listening to Hayden because he was talking about their itinerary. Piper usually does these things for her but she was in a different class and they had different schedules so she had to take notes, Avery and Aric were busy taking pictures like they haven't been to Meridianam before and she had doubts they're even listening.

His golden eyes were locked on me, sharp, searching, like he was trying to unravel something hidden beneath my skin. I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. Why was he looking at me like that? Penny nudged me, drawing my attention back. "You okay? You looked kinda lost for a second." "Yeah," I forced a small smile. "Just thinking." I didn’t glance back. I didn’t need to. I could still feel Ares' gaze, burning into me even as I walked away. ~~~ By the time I reached home, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting shadows across the street. Our apartment wasn’t anything fancy, just a small but cozy place my brothers had rented to keep us hidden.