Serena was the best bounty hunter in the county. Part of it was her PI license, part of it was her friendly relationship with the police force, and part of it… well that was what she would describe aloud as her instinct. And it was that instinct that had led Serena to this particular conclusion for this particular case.
Prin glared down at the strange man under her blade. His shocking violet eyes blown wide as he stared up at her. “What did you do with Jim?” she snarled “He’s checking his traps” the man barely whispered. “What do you want? Why are you here? Did you come after me?” Prin’s heart pounded in … Continue reading Pride Collection: The Rogue – short story
Andor brushed down his lightweight armour, trying to remove all the mud, leaves, twigs, and general muck that had made its way into every crevice and crack. Finally he just yanked it off over his head. Maybe his ex had been right about using solid plates of armour. He clambered out of the ditch he … Continue reading Pride Collection: The Mage – short story
Jim looked through his coin pouch, enough for either a bed or food but definitely not both. He rubbed the back of his neck under the yellow bandana, exhaustion had hit him hard after that last job and he was too nice a person to take payment from a family living in such poverty. He … Continue reading Pride Collection: The Mercenary – short story
Someone had clearly taken a hatchet to Alric’s head; it was the only real explanation for the pain coursing through him, from his eyes all the way to the top of his skull. That or the amount he had drunk last night.
"We have a problem” Alexander grabbed Nyx on xyr way out of xyr hotel room
“What?”
“I” Alexander glanced around. The corridor was deserted but it felt too exposed to be discussing things of a supernatural nature. Not to mention Leather Jacket (“or just Lauren is fine” she’d corrected repeatedly to no avail) could emerge from her room at any moment and she had an intense vendetta against any action that she saw as being to the detriment of humanity.
My lips burned with the taste. Enchanted potions always tasted the way nettle stings felt. The pain blooming across my stomach, matching the red stain growing on my shirt, intensified for a long moment. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out, tasting once again the foul layers of healing potion, now mixing with the blood and sweat.
“Your Soulmates name is written on your wrist.” It’s a sentence we’ve all heard a thousand times. It sucks for people who have really common names on their forearms, making their soulmate that much harder to find, although at least they’re not demonised for casual dating. Maybe it’s silly but I’ve never really agreed with the idea that you shouldn’t date, shouldn’t explore relationships with people other than your soulmate.
Charlie opened the wardrobe and sighed at the sight before him. He hadn’t been home in a while, he hadn’t expected to return at all in all honesty. He had hoped he might get a steady job and his own flat, or at least a house share. He pushed at the clothes hangers in front of him. Maybe he should have gone into accountancy like his dad had wanted him to.
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