Claire was sitting in her desk beside the window in the rear of class with rumbling to her core and a heart pumping up a storm. She needed to pass college chemistry and to have any chance of that, she had to get a passing grade on the test she took the previous day but the professor wanted to wait until the end of class to post their results. Like she drew...
Not quite satisfied with my rest, I'm awoken by the chug-chug of Kira's motorbike as she slowed on the road to come through the gates and into the driveway. Before I am properly conscious and able to collate everything, my nose picks up the sweet smell of honey overlaid with apples and pears... Matsui! Oh fuck! My eyes flip open faster than the shutters shoo...
I was still a little wobbly after my post-lunch 'lie down' with Mel and Pixie. But, despite the state of my legs, I whispered to myself, "Lead us not into temptation," and slipped out of their arms, knowing that Miss Sinn expected her will to be done and would not forgive us our trespasses if we three didn't focus on the new case. Mel and Pixie could scour...
This story is the sequel to Heart Repaired ... Or Is It? If you have not read that story, I advise you to do so or you may not understand the events within this story. If you like what you read, feel free to send me feedback and/or leave comments. I do take the time to read what you guys have to say. As always, good reading to all of you. S.J. ~*~*~*~*~*~...
All she could focus on was running, running away, nothing else, which of course meant she'd get lost eventually. It was more freezing than she thought she could bear. She couldn't stop shivering and her teeth were clacking. She started to run faster to warm herself up more effectively and tripped on a big root. She twisted her ankle so badly; she couldn't fo...
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