Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Peyton Charles checked herself over one last time in the mirror before leaving the bedroom that she now shared with Liv Moore, her best friend turned girlfriend. Not that it was official, as they still technically had separate rooms, but they hadn't really slept...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "God damn it!" Liv swore in frustration as she left this Seattle offices of Fillmore Graves. "Liv, it's okay." Peyton attempted to soothe. "It's not okay Peyton!" Liv snapped, "We were so careful, but none of that matters, because Fillmore Graves dumped a load...
It was one of those gorgeous blue, big sky Montana days and I was hoofing it at a good pace up a 5-mile trail to a favorite spot in the Beartooth range in south west Montana. Late spring, warm sun, cool winds and the occasional patch of snow; it was the perfect hiking weather. There would be a spectacular view that I would most likely have all to myself. Hun...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Peyton Charles hadn't spent a lot of time thinking about her wedding. Even when she was younger, it was more important to her to become a lawyer. She always figured she could worry about marriage later. God knows everything she could remember had been working to...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Peyton Charles had spent years pining over her best friend Liv Moore, but never made a move because she was scared of rejection, and more importantly of losing her. Mostly thanks to her friend becoming a zombie and eating pining best friend brain that wasn't the...
We were all laughing, catching up with our lives and drinking wine in the living room. My wife's friend Jen was staying with us for a week or so after completing a messy divorce. Liv, my wife had reconnected with Jen, a friend from college, after hearing through the grapevine that she was having a rough time. They had fallen right back into the friendship as...
Disclaimer: I do not own iZombie. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story takes place after Episode 15 of Season 2. ***** Liv Moore was about to take off her dressing gown, slip into her covers and get some much-needed sleep when she thought she heard something. She was so tired she was tempted just to ignore it, as after all it...
I woke up the next morning with Liv still in my arms. Not necessarily a bad thing. Carefully, I tried to slide my arms out from around her. But a whispered "Not so fast, babe," stopped me. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. She whispered, "Leave your arms there. It feels good," and kissed me good morning. It slowly got more intense, with tongue and soft m...
Tommy sat down on the hard-blue plastic chair and stared up at the clock above the blackboard. One minute to eight, he was just in time. It had been three long years since he'd been at school, not that he thought fondly of his teenage years. Tonight was different, however, he'd enrolled in an adult learning class, so he was back in the classroom. The second...
We'd only seen the room over Skype, receiving a virtual tour by Liv who was renting the largest of three bedrooms in her Manhattan apartment. When we (finally) made it to New York, the room seemed like less than the double size we'd pictured it would be, but Maeve and I set straight away to make it our own. We would be sharing the apartment (for the moment)...