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Sahirramaazona Commish Ch. 3Ast's hands shook as she dressed for her duties the next morning. It was stupid of her to run away last night; she had only helped prove that liar right about her being an unreliable child. And now, this morning she would have to deal with the consequences.
Her things were already packed into a neat pile beside her bedroll, as the only way this was going to end was in dismissal. She would be cast out into the streets, or worse, sold again like a prize horse to the highest bidder. If the God's weren't feeling charitable either, she would probably be given to some cruel owner as a punishment for her failure. Ast almost couldn't bear to leave the servant's quarters for her duties with the Prince. To her surprise though, when she did she was greeted by a huffing, relieved servant that she recognized from when she used to work in another wing. "Ast! At last I have found you. His Majesty thought you had run away, and has had a palace wide search for your person."
Her father had shipped a few
Sparxpunx Commish: Chapter 3Sparxpunx Commission: Chapter Three
Link plunked himself down next to Soren as Alfred and Kiku took their places on the other side of the booth. The restaurant wasn't particularly fancy, but it was a popular place for teens and hence was always crowded. The seat cushions were patterned burgundy and gold and were surprisingly comfy. The golden haired youth leaned back and placed his hands behind his head.
It was a perfect summery evening. The air was at that beautiful midway point of being warm and breezy, the kind of temperature that makes you feel energized and wonderful. The night felt like it could last forever.
Soren poked his unguarded ribs with a pointy finger."What are you gonna order, hun?" he asked. With a sigh, Link opened the plastic menu. Fish and chips, steak, burgers, hotdogs, soups, salads, sides... so much to choose from! The waitress swung by to take their drink order: sodas for all. As she left, she smiled brightly at Link, and then at Alfred. Both boy
Sahiraamazona Commish Ch. 2Ramses didn't see the girl again for another week.
Apparently she was supposed to be working in the stables to fill in for an injured stablehand, and as he didn't have any sort of excuse (not even a casual ride, he was so busy) to be down there, he was forced to chomp on the bit like a racehorse at the starter gate while he waited for her return.
Of course one would think that the great Prince Ramses could just order her back, but that wouldn't be a good idea. The girl was shy; no doubt if she was hastened back through a royal summons she would be scared out of any idea of romance. And besides, he could only imagine the gossip that would spring up around such an obvious show of favour. While it would do no real harm to him, Ramses could only shudder at the thought at what sort of teasing might be stirred up around her, and he would not have that. A quiet call-back would give the same result, if a bit slower: someone was bound to blab about how the Prince had his eye on one o
Ch. 17: Grounded by VampireSebastian LaCroix's Ghoul
Chapter 17: Grounded by a Vampire
Prince LaCroix's pale fingers drummed a steady beat on his desk. I regarded this as I would have to my Aunt Emmie's psychotic cat's twitching tail: a very dangerous sign.
"So you're telling me that you not only disobeyed my orders and left the safety of my Tower to see your friend, but you also went inside of the Ocean House Hotel in Santa Monica?" His words were cold, like bare steel in a blizzard.
I nodded demurely.
"Tell me, Ms. Alice, did it not occur to you that if vampires exist, then perhaps maybe ghosts or wraiths might as well? And that they can be just as hostile as anything else?"
I cringed, because of course I didn't. LaCroix leaned forward with his elbows on his desk and touched the ivory colored tips of his fingers together. Icy eyes bored into mine.
As soon as there was service, my phone was vibrating like crazy as missed call, voice mail, and text message alerts started to flood in. I checked them all as Isab
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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