Voidpunk Flag Novels & Stories

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… My 15th birthday came right on time. When I got home from school, the house was completely empty, quiet, and cold. Just as I pulled out my phone in my room, a call from Mom came through. It was noisy on her end when I picked up. "Nick, Dad and I are working overtime. We won't be able to celebrate your birthday this year. Ed and Jul are with us. I sent you some money on PayPal. Accept it and get yourself something to eat. We're not coming home tonight, so don't wait for us."

Is this real? ******************************************

Fvcking b*stard ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

d. m. . m.. " y.. s.. d. public for unmarried women.

Then: “Account restricted. Contact your branch.” My stomach dropped. I called the number on the back of my debit card, heart hammering against my ribs. A recorded voice said my account had been “flagged for suspicious activity.” When I finally got a live person, a woman with a bored voice said, “Looks like a large withdrawal was made this morning. $559,000. You’ll need to visit in person to dispute.” I hung up. $559,000. Not all of it. But almost everything. I knew who did it before I even checked my call log.

pumps, for lack of a better term. “Aunt Teya and I coordinated,” Kaileeh informed me. I looked between the both of them. “Open the other bag,” Kaileeh urged. Opening the other bag, I wanted to disappear. Inside was a pair of handcuffs, a whip, and eatable body paint. I dropped all of it back into the bag and groaned, mortified. I knew this shouldn’t be such a big deal considering I’d already had sex with Jarren. What made it so bad was the thought of other people knowing we had sex, or well, would have sex.

Calantha worried, she said "Then I just leave it like this, don’t I?" Mary comforted, “Don't worry. Wait for another month and the signs will disappear completely. S-rank alphas can store temporary marks for up to a month, but low-grade alphas' marks only last for a maximum of half a month. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. And if you want to cover it, it's simple. In this era, science and technology have advanced. You just need to stick the patch, spray the antiperspirant on the Pheromones, then put on your incense bag and then you can go to work as usual. And be careful , okay."

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