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Chapter 7 - Start
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Chapter 7
Spring in Paris brought the Pari Fermier, and the Pari Fermier brought Benoit Delatour. Four delicious days which came to Paris only twice a year, the fair (which Americans would have in ( Read more... ) -
01- OMG like words and stuff lolz
When Cass woke up, it was almost two in the afternoon. Distantly, she could feel the sunlight warming her face, but her immediate attention was focused on her throbbing left leg. She had checked it last night before crawling into bed; the skin wasn’t broken, but that was hard to believe from the way it felt. She knew without ( Read more... ) -
A Prologue, of Sorts.
((Please forgive/ point out any grammatical errors... this was written super-quickly, lol. But, yay!--G.))
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The red desert air was hot, thick; it ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - End (!)
As much work as Lumen had put into the batteries project, Kid hadn’t seen one schematic of what the inside of the Sentinel recharging stations would look like. She had been told what to expect - none of it had come to fruition so far - but apparently it would’ve been too much to expect a simple blueprint.
Kid strapped ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - Continued
“Are you sure you’re ok with this?”
“Just do it.” Any previous excitement that used to be in her voice was dead. It was just above a dry croak now. She thought she could remember the boss’ face, more angelic than any man had a right to be. A cheeky grin. The tossed hair. Now it was just this bright light in her eye. Where had the ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - Continued
If something happened, this was going to be their exit strategy, so she figured it would pay to look around. As the trash and boxes outside implied, the building was vacant. The ground floor was a box that was less than eighty square feet, but the spiral steps attached to the wall leading upwards seemed to promise more space far above. Wouldn’t ( Read more... ) -
06-- Consequence (EDITED)
As they entered the apartment, Claire let out a girlish yelp as JD scooped her up and threw her over his broad shoulder as if she were nothing. “Put me down!” she giggled, though she wanted nothing of the sort.
JD ignored her request, choosing instead to playfully slap her ass. “Which room is yours?” he asked, heading ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - Continued
Kitty got impatient. This guy could have left, and they could be standing there wasting time. Worse, he could have gone to alert guards. Gambit wasn’t considering the consequences - he never did - and the longer they waited the more they gambled…
…The War Room had, for the past few months, maintained a steady chill. Kitty had no doubt that ( Read more... ) -
05-- Craving
The tires of his crème Mercedes S 600 screeched as Lucian stopped in front of La Belle Morte. He tossed his keys to the valet, not bothering to make eye contact with the man as he muttered something vaguely cordial and rushed to the entrance. Usually, he would have taken his time, made nice with the man who would be handling his pride ( Read more... ) -
Chapter 6 - Continued
The clothes that Kitty and Gambit had picked out were, as she was quickly discovering in the streets of Ancient Persia, ridiculous. Only a half hour after they had changed, and they were already getting stares, and for all of Gambit’s talk of laying low he certainly didn’t seem to care. He strut through the streets, head held high above a tall ( Read more... )