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Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

Look stop trying. Talk me out or this bounty.” I give two shits what they use you for. I ain’t got caps and I need them. So unless ya payin more I don’t want to hear it.” Nyame shoved the large bulky male in to the shabby, makeshift bar. The man was taller than her, so she cautiously kept the warned out double barrel deep into his spine. Although it had proven useless when it came to this bounty. The man clearly knew he was wanted alive; so he tested her strength every damn chance he got. The first time he tried was when she attempted to arrest him on the outskirts of another town.

“You hit his leg. You need to work on your aim.” He turned toward the trail the gunmen had taken. Now that he’d thanked her, he could get on his way. What was he waiting for? His job was to find a murderer.

He swished the sword through the air and said, “This is a most interesting weapon, it is thin and light, yet seems to be unbreakable. I think I'll slice you to pieces with it Angelica, and then I'll keep your head as a souvenir. These other two, I will find other uses for.”

“Listen, Taran,” he said gravely, “it is of the utmost importance that you get out of the city and to safety. We can’t lose you to the enemy.” He stood up and retrieved a sword in a black sheath from his desk.

" Ah... did that child just...?" Cole turns his head side to side, trying to see where did that infant disappear to. He then looks under the table, wondering if the poor thing slipped out of his father's arms. "Where did that little one toddle off too?" Cole slowly lifts his head back from under the table when Lenny gleefully chasing after his baby boy. Ah, the life of a parent. Well, super natural parent that is. A bittersweet chuckle escapes from his mouth as his attention turns back to the aggron lad in front of him.

One day in the middle of summer, I was at my friend Moriah’s house swinging on a glider in her backyard. Moriah’s Uncle Robert brought over his pet Boxer named Jax and he was running around playing fetch with his chew toy.

In November my sister Brandie came down to my house. Brianna and I got our items. Then I had walked outside with the items and taken all of it to the car. I went back in then we had to say our good-byes to our endeared idolised mother.

I was walking home from the Bart station in San Francisco one afternoon, heading back to my apartment from work over across the Bay, and walking up the street in front of one of the real classy hotels on Geary Street (The Broadway of SF where all the theaters are). Just before the corner where I turned right (my apartment was right next and above a restaurant which I think it was a Benihana’s) I looked down o the sidewalk in front of me and there, sparkling in the afternoon sun (the fog was strangely absent that afternoon) was a gold bracelet of an intricate design, festooned with diamonds. I looked vintage in origin and the diamonds were not chips but I figured they were probably about a eighth to a quarter karat each, and there were probably 15 or 20 of them.

“Are you okay?” another voice asks, you can tell it’s a guy. That’s when we decided to get up. They are only a couple doors down from us.

Añastasia felt the cold metal of the blade press against her throat. The flat side of the knife pushed against her neck firmly, enough to make it difficult to breath. "I don't think you understand the importance of this situation. Maybe I shouldn't have been so nice, but I'm not giving you a choice here, messenger." He spun her around so he was behind her with the blade still pressed against her throat, just under her jaw. He tucked the

Laughter bubbled out of her as she pushed him away, just in time for two pints of mead to be slammed onto the table by a tall, lanky woman with unkempt black braids pinned haphazardly to the top of her head. “You must be the stowaway.” She greeted Evangeline sliding a pint toward her, half of it spilling on the table. She slid Trevor’s to him as he tried to conceal his laughter.

“Send them in,” he responds, laying down the found dagger onto his desk. He rises from his chair, meandering around it to the Kingsman that are entering in a straight line. He stands before them with his dark eyes gliding from one man to the next. “Which one of you gave this blade to the executioner?” he asks, holding the enchanted sword.

I’m starving,” as Stefan nodded to the girl. Feeling the weight being lifted from me, I stood up and untied myself, opening the door. Something didn’t seem right. They were so serene about letting me go. Looking back at them, the smirk never seemed to fade from Damon’s unblemished face, while Stefan seemed… upset, but I knew what I had coming. Evidently, they weren’t gonna let me go without someone else trying to get in my way. Feeling a rapid movement swing in front of me, I turned my head and grabbed the dagger, thrusting it through his stomach. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, watching his wandering eyes meet mine. He looked a lot older than Stefan and Damon, maybe in his late thirties. Turning around towards the others, I gave a disappointed frown, and said, “I thought you knew better,” watching Damon’s grip tauten around the dagger. Eyeing at his hand, I watched the bones of his wrist crack as the dagger flew into my possession while I walked up the

When she reached the door, she turned and looked back in William’s direction, mascara running in thick, black streaks down her cheeks. William held her gaze. In that brief moment, he felt her desperation. She mouthed the words - I’m sorry. Edward nudged her forward, cutting her off from William’s view before she could mouth a follow-up - I love you.