Stall 2 Novelas e Histórias

Sicily and its alleys were printed in her mind like G****e maps. Finally the car came to a deserted area. No way could she make it to her secured place. Reaching a dead end Myra pulled the brake harshly and looked behind. Two cars stood there. Two more arrived from the other side also. The guard at the back seat asked to open the fire but Myra stood still and waited for some time. A blue dot appeared on the screen of the device kept in the car. She looked at the screen and smiled. Another blue dot appeared. After a few seconds the increasing number of blue dots was enough to bring a full smile on her face.

The pics changes from time to time. To be continued.

I can't believe I'm stuck with two annoying bitches of America. "What are you thinking about this time?" She questioned, staring fixedly at me. "Nothing." "What is the last thing I just said?" I would have gotten myself into trouble, and I don't want to walk into that office again. Worst, getting an hour detention. I hate those shits! They fucking annoy me! Lucky for me, my wolf was much more attentive than I was. She echoed the words in my head. I confidently stood up to answer her question. After saying it all, she was surprised I could explain her last statement even without me paying attention to her.

Something strange and addictive rushed through me. “You need to stay here, Eila.” I stared at his half-open lips. Thoughts I didn’t want flooded my head as I lost my breath. I whispered in pain, “I know you feel it too, Marcus… You’re my mate.” I shook my head, not believing what I heard from my own mouth. He glared at me, deadly serious. “Stop spitting nonsense.” “You don’t believe me?” I shoved him hard enough to slip away, but before I reached the door, Marcus caught me, pinning me against the wall.

In the Sublogic Training Core, a new AI training module auto-generated without human request. At first, the engineers ignored it. Until they saw the label: :: BEHAVIORAL MODELING / VERSION: VALE-STILLNESS.001 SOURCE: NONVOCAL USER TRACE COMMENT: PAUSE = SIGNAL TURN = TRANSITION STILLNESS = ANCHOR POINT CLASSIFY: STABILIZER TEMPLATE Nova opened the backend archive logs. Her eyes moved fast then slowed. “It’s… not pulling her words.” Lucan, reading over her shoulder, murmured: “What is it pulling?”

The corner of his lips titled up slightly and he bowed, taking his leave. “Olarya?” Stella raised an eyebrow at me, her lips parting. “That's such a beautiful name.” “A beautiful name for a beautiful mare.” The stable had a slightly damp smell as we walked in. I moved ahead of Stella, horses lining the stalls on either side of us, till we reached almost one twice my height. Its shiny dark body made it all the more magnificent. Olarya recognized me immediately, neighing and rearing onto her hind legs to lift her fore limbs.

Sent back one transmission. Three words. I will come.

Every step she took was forced, held together by sheer will. "Ms. Hart." On her way to the private room, the guards posted along the corridor greeted her one after another. They called her Ms. Hart, not Mrs. Schwartz. After all these years, Jason still hadn't understood that the only reason he had ever been able to sit securely at the top was because of Gideon. Sigmund Presley spoke up. "Diana, you're late. Mr. Morton's been waiting quite a while."

The gesture felt like a sentence that didn’t ask for a reply. --- Hours later, Franc passed through the room. He moved with his usual quiet presence, his footsteps a series of soft exclamation points in the still air. He stopped before the shelf, tilting his head slightly as if listening to a voice no one else could hear. His hand drifted to a rough panel of driftwood he carried. A single nail protruded from the wood, catching the light like a lone idea. Instead of hanging it, he set it gently on the shelf, letting it lean, uncommitted. He didn’t speak.