Null Novelas e Histórias

After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion "Are you getting anything?" Lanna asks breaking my concentration and annoying me, I tur

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.

It had been another forty-five minutes, and we hadn’t heard anything. Desperate to know something, I asked Nunny if there was a way she could get into their minds without them sleeping. She said she had heard of a way but didn’t know if she could do it. She tried but came up with nothing. I was, however, trying to be optimistic. Everything was going according to plan, and they were on their way back.

He said again and I stared at him speechlessly. Is he normal ? TBC

He stood behind me, his hands extended to show me two watches. "Which is better?" My brow moved up in question, as I spun to face him. I looked between the two, pointing to the solid yellow gold one. He lifted it, strapping it on. "I called to make sure the restaurant was guarded, the only thing I wasn't guaranteed is the entrance." Triston sighed, "I could get you in through the back- but what so wrong with a photo or two?" My eyes moved up to him, "Being on the news and overcasting someone's wedding is not on my plans for today." Triston rolled his eyes, "Honestly, that would be rude of me-"

Anything. Nothing.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

POV: Alexa I opened the door to the office and saw Marcy our receptionist answering phones. As I walked in she waved her hands indicating she needed to speak to me so I waited for her to put the caller on hold. “Good Morning Alexa. I wanted to let you know that one of your consults cancelled for today so you only have two.” I dreaded slow days and now that there was one less patient on the schedule which meant a slow day indeed. “Thanks Marcy. Which appointment cancelled?” She looked down at her list and explained that the nine a.m. appointment cancelled. I thanked her once more and made my way to my office.

Model without a Cause “Okay, everybody!” Collin boomed at the front of the darkened boardroom. “As you all know, we are going to be advertising Capier's brand new line of cell phone products called Clickmark." A picture of a mauve colored cell phone appeared on the screen along with a list of features.