Roots Novels & Stories

"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.

Maze nodded once again. "Thank you, Kristoff. But I have to tell you that you're wrong. Though, it's true that Patient P exhibits most of the symptoms for each type. He still has a distinct symptom that you neglected." Maze explained and I can see Kristoff a bit confused and he looked at Mac who uttered, 'You're wrong.' before shrugging his shoulders so he had no choice but to nod and sit down. "Who else wants to answer?"

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

I see Ocean's eyes turn black when I say that Desert is a bit bruised so I quickly hurry on, "She said all she can see from the room she is locked in is an apple tree" Ocean and Acre look at each other and smile "Uncle Antony's house," they both say together. Oceans p.o.v. Me and Acre get into the water first, we quickly and quietly swim to the other side watching in case we are spotted but everything goes smoothly, as Acre waits behind a tree I silently creep up behind the rogue that's supposed to be on watch and without making a sound I snap his neck,

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he gave me a purple coloured fruit. " Thank you" I said as I ate the fruit, it was cold in my mouth " hmmmm it's delicious" "What's this one called?" I asked " It's called Cula friut" he replied. " I love it, I love them all apart from the red fruit I ate earlier" I said I could still feel the bitter taste on my tongue. Prince Liam laughed holding his stomach. It was the first time he was laughing and he looked more like Master Derek. " The Rodar friut , it's a medicinal friut. We usually give it to people who are in pains or in coma" he said and then something clicked on my mind.

Mom asks "I have stuff to do" "Your fathers taking care of the pack for you, Jerry and Jamie are helping, the dead are buried, the prisoners are locked up until you decide what to do with them and Shannon has been put under house arrest " i look at my mom as if she has gone mad "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE PACK OR ANYONE IN IT, I JUST WANT MY MATE " i scream at her then storm out of the room, i stomp around not really knowing where I'm going, everyone stays out of my way so i spend my time following my mates scent until eventually i come to a patch of trees in the forest, there is a blood stain in the dirt and as i sniff i realise its whats left of Jonas, turning on the spot i follow the scent of

"Fuck off!" While Amanda is on the Libra side, Alex is a Cancer ♋. He is quite emotional and always looking for true love, Alex is very caring and can also be quiet naive. He loves cuddles, but also love his own personal space, though Alex lacked a little bit of confidence, this was why it took him years to get close to Martins and Stacey. He never really approached Ross to ask for a promotion, but it all ended well, because he was still given the promotion.

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.