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Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 50Part 50
First things first: I need to know what he's talking about...
Nathan held up his hands to cut him off before he really lost him. "Wait, back up for a minute." He looked at the angel inquisitively. "Dragged what out too long? The game?"
Alton drew a deep breath, as if admitting defeat while he nodded slowly. "It saddens me to say this, but I've been making too many allowances with you. I've pulled strings, as it were -- cheated, you could say -- to keep you playing. To keep you from losing." He frowned. "That's why everything is falling apart. We're all tired, especially the sisters. This is the longest I've put them under such strict restrictions. It's no wonder they're rebelling; for them, it's like forcing toddlers to sit through the same movie over and over again. I'm not surprised they've found a way to make things more interesting for them. They're bored."
"So... that's why they keep saying they want out?" Nathan mulled over this new information. "Why
Edge of Thorns 3 - Pt 49Part 49
I can't show fear; I have to be brave...
Nathan refused to answer, but kept his gaze locked with Gabriel's, partially because he couldn't muster the will to look away. He was shivering worse now, and he let his mind wander to thoughts of hypothermia and frostbite, welcoming the distraction from how terrified he really was. Stand here long enough, he told himself, and I'll be so cold, I'll stop shivering. I bet my nails are already purple. I can't feel my toes. I wonder how long before my fingers start turning black...
"Answer me, Karol," Gabriel said, cutting through his shield of thoughts. His grip tightened on his scythe while he narrowed his eyes. "Why have really called me here?"
Still, Nathan did not answer. He wouldn't show his fear. He would not. Unfortunately, his silent response made the angel's frown turn into an even angrier scowl, and the red in his feathers seeped further, like a spreading blood stain.
"You... you really do care s
Cruenti REDUX Part 8Part 8
That night, Julian waited for Jezz outside of Burger Bistro, still dressed in his waistcoat and bow tie, for once feeling a little silly for being overdressed. This was not the sort of place he'd have picked for their date, but Jezz had insisted that it was amazing, and just seeing her eyes light up at the idea of going there made him cave. The cruentus had to laugh at himself. Why was this woman -- this mortal woman -- so fascinating to him? She gave off a joy that was practically contagious, and even though he knew the stakes were high (given the warning that werewolf had sent him) he was willing to chance it, just for this one date. It was worth it to see Jezz's smiling face again.
And that's what puzzled him. He kept thinking about her. Jezz McAllister. She was more than just fascinating, Julian realized. She was... he couldn't find words for it, and he'd been thinking about it all day. He supposed it didn't matter. Either way, he was seeing her again, and they would
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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