Marcus had a bemused look on his face that melted into one of pure incredulity. First she refused to come down, and then , she wandered off without leave? As a naval commander and ship's master, the penalty for any slave who left the person of any officer without leave was to be lashed to the deck for a half day and get 10 strokes of the Cat. And yet, this brazen cocotte with the copper tresses felt free to so disrespect her own Master in his own household?
The beeping of a monitor was getting annoying. With the sterile smell and constant humming of technology, Corvus could have really used some music. His body ached from the fight he had won, ached from the damage that was finally catching up to him. His bones had broken numerous times, something he could easily fix. However, now he was just getting his energy back while the lab coat people ran tests on him. They didn't need his consent for anything given the fact that this hospital was not really considered such, but it was the only place he could really go while staying under the radar of the native population here that would be happy to see a bounty hunter like him floating dead in the ocean. Obviously, this was something he did not want,
It was Saturday morning and I had just woke up. I received an email from the coach that coaches one of the best teams. I could not believe what I had just seen. On the email it wrote “Dear Victoria, I had watched you play in a few games, and I think you would be a good addition to my team. Would you want to come to practice tonight?” I thought to myself, I am not good enough, so maybe I should not go. But as the day went on, I actually thought that I should go just for the experience.
Perhaps the oddest part of moving in with her uncle was the archaic list of rules that outlined how all house guests should act. It was handed to her shortly after decorating her room and presented with minimal conversation before he hustled back to his study. The office itself wasn't off limits like the mysterious room connected to the wine cellar, but the girl couldn't even construct a narrative that would remotely grant her access under plausible means. With the self-care rules and the strange forbidden place, the entire mansion felt anything but homey. Alone in any room she felt an odd presence; the same sensation one had while being followed down a dark alley. It was an oppressive sensation that she could practically feel each morning
Sam wakes up soaked in sweat, the morning sun boiling through the windows. A crick in his neck and cramped legs, aching from being tucked into the back seat of the Impala. He can’t help but groan as he feels the back of his t-shirt unstick from the smooth leather. There are similar sounds of misery as Dean tries to peel himself off the front seat and cracks open the car door with a squeak. His heavy booted feet hit the ground with a crunch and Sam can hear Dean’s shoulders pop as he stretches. There's a grumble from his brother as Dean kicks away whatever debris his boots landed on.
I was charging across campus in a daze, only focusing on the handful of memory refreshers in my hand. People were bumping me as I pushed my way through several crowds just trying to get to class on time. I looked down at my pristine steel gray Akribos watch noticing that I had two minutes to get to my Anatomy and Physiology class for my final of first semester. My quick pace immediately turned into a sprint as I still had to journey half way across campus. The brisk fall wind blew my hair against my face as the fall leaves fell from the trees. I ran through the doors of Kela Lecture Hall and flew up the right staircase to find the door to my class slowly closing. I sprinted full speed towards the door and slammed my hand between the wall
Kissing the driver good-bye, Marlene Barnes exited the 2011 Malibu and waltzed across the parking lot. The raven-haired beauty with a taste for the finer things in life, unlocked the new, red sports, Mercedes parked in the doctor’s parking lot with the other expensive vehicles. Driving out onto Imperial Highway and down to Highway 74, with her thoughts lingering on the last few hours spent with her lover. Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling as she drove into the garage, without seeing Jerry’s car parked in his usual spot. Marlene went into the house, after making a fresh pot of coffee, she sat at the table, she glanced through the mail while waiting for her husband and father-in-law to arrive.
Cynthia closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she entered the building of her new job. Today was the first day of her new found job. She was a bit nervous, and a little terrified just thinking about how her day was going to go.
If you’re reading this you probably are wanting to know what you were like back in your youth (Yes, you are old now). To start, I’ll tell you a little about what is going on in the family right now. Well, I just turned 18 and let’s just say so far I am enjoying it. Grandpa and Grandma just put addition on their house. Dad is still making up his mind on whether or not he wants to sell the ranger (he has been in the process of deciding whether to sell it or not for about two months now). Mom just got back from Texas the other day. Her job at Nelnet has her traveling almost every other week now. Our little brother, Caden is a freshman right now. He thinks he’s a tough guy because he’s almost as tall as me. Owen is constantly wrestling Max