Unlabeled Flag Novels & Stories

I thought about my train ticket and knew, without doubt, that I had made the right choice. As the party wound down, I reached for my wallet to pay the bill. Lily suddenly tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "Maddie, is that Dr. Ross?" I turned around. She was right. Sebastian stood there in a sharp gray suit. He cradled Suzanna Locke's puppy in one arm and stroked its fur with the other.

I also need to make a good farewell to it. Lysander nodded slowly, as if he understood more than he let on. Kaleen remained rigid, pride warring with necessity. “And what if they tell you not to come?” Kaleen asked. I turned back to him. “Then you’ll have your answer,” I said. Behind me, Thalor stepped closer. “Shadowmere will remain protected,” he said firmly. “No one crosses without permission.” Kaleen’s gaze flicked to Thalor. He finally inclined his head, not in submission but in acknowledgment. “Very well,” he said. “We’ll return to Night Fang.”

Declan yells. "Lucky us," I reply. I try to mind-link Zegulf but I can't seem to be able to reach him. I try his phone, but it isn't going through. So I get the warriors to set up a green flag high up in the sky to let him know we are fine. Once the flag gets to the sky, I notice their cars come to a halt. With the aid of the telescope, I watch as they pause, and next, my cell phone starts ringing.

“And you assumed it would be in some office? He stops brows raised I nod, “We are heading to my home here in Monaco, but I don’t live in the city, too much noise and bustling, I live on an island, there you will sign the needed documents, then we will speak further, understood? He raises a brow at me, his eyes now covered by his dark shades again, protecting his eyes from the blinding sun. I nod, following him, it’s not hard to spot his yacht, it’s the biggest in the dock, but that’s not what makes it his, its fully a glossy black yacht, with FALCONE written boldly in gold at the side of the yacht.

Did she just call me their Luna? A sick feeling twisted in my stomach. No. That couldn’t be right. I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t meant to be here. I swallowed hard, my throat dry and raw. “I’m not your Luna,” I rasped, forcing the words out. The old woman’s sharp gaze flicked over me with something between pity and disapproval. “That’s not for you to decide, child.” Her words sent a cold shiver down my spine. Before I could protest again, she sighed and moved toward a side door, pushing it open. “The bath is warm. You stink of sweat and filth. Wash yourself before the Alpha returns.”

I have been passing through my assignments on phone, trying to solve and search on google to get help, when a notification appeared from hangout and Instagram. I opened my Instagram page and saw a pic she posted with one of her new friends. They looked excited and joyous. Seemed like their team won. If she posted this, means she saw my message. Whatever! I do not want to think about it. ♥......♥

It was then she began realizing they were so many tankers dumped around the beach and it was up to her to find the red one. Dale searched around crawling close to tankers checking its colour and at the same time, hiding herself from being caught by the men who were obviously gang members on a smoking contest and chattering. Dale had gotten to the seventh tank. Something was written on it. She reversed to get a better view of what was written on it. "Sir Vikram the first." Quietly, she crawled in through the opened door. And found the tank empty. Nobody was in except the rusting dishes and some piles of clothing.

Maxine didn't get to finish cause Ella covered her mouth. We stopped playing when our professor came in. Hiding the bottle, we used for the game, and we just patiently waited for the lesson of the professor. I quickly checked my phone under the desk because it vibrated alerting me of a notification. And it was from F******k. Someone added me. Jacob Valdez sent you a friend request. Accept / Delete Hmmm Jacob Valdez? Who is this guy? Meh I should just check it later at home, who knows what my professor will do when I get caught using a phone at class.

Then at the cupboard. Then back at the packet. Luna voluntarily ate this. Not once. Not twice. She had an entire fucking shelf dedicated to it. I opened the cupboard. Ramen. Ramen. More ramen. Different flavours. Chicken. Beef. Spicy chicken. Extra spicy chicken. Something called nuclear fire chicken. I picked that one up. Nuclear. Fire. Chicken. Who the fuck approved that name? I turned the packet around. The instructions had a warning symbol. I stared at it.

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