The I Have No Idea

“She went out with the other Chloe to get some fresh air.” She pointed at a side exit door. I moved her out of the way, with Sarah running behind me I pushed the door open. The alley was dark and reeked of piss and vomit.

“No need to stare, young one. You’ve never paid this close of attention to my born form.” I glanced up to see his chapped lips pulled up in a devilish smile. Raspy laughter could barely be heard, the only way to truly tell the subtle noise was coming from the man before me was the slight shake of his shoulders. I clasped my hands beneath the table, trying to find some way to begin the conversation we were to have.

The doorbell rang and John walked away from Sarah grinning. He grabbed Painted Girl’s arm and dragged lead her to the door. Quickly he opened the door but he faltered when he gazed at its

“ Yes, I want her in my office in 30 minutes.” I told him as I walked past him. I went to the top floor of the house where my room was and cleaned myself up. The closer I got to meeting the girl the more restless my wolf got. As quickly as I could I got ready to meet the rouge that was brave enough to pass on to my

“Wait! How did you know what I was thinking!?!” -- colored her tone. ‘Could he be a mind reader?’ Nervously wringing her hands as she inched away.

"How well do you know a Mallory Archer?" Lana spun, reaching for the assailant's gun in the dark and disarmed him, a knee to his face for good measure.

“Tell me something Alessandra. What happened to the man who shot your husband?” I realize she’s a woman with connections and I don’t see her as someone to let something like that go without retribution.

“No,” she said. “Thanks all the same, I can hear you from here.” She stood back far enough so she could swing the shotgun up to shoot if she had to.

Martin jumped. He opened his mouth to talk, to yell, to shout or even to squeak out a sound, however, nothing turned out. He was so scared, so petrified that he couldn't talk, and he was grasping his crutches so firmly that his knuckles turned white. He was trembling and his knees would have been knocking if he had his fractured leg on the floor in the little room. He flicked his eyes up to the roof once again. "That entryway is my only way out of this! I need to attempt to reach it, yet she's standing directly under it. If only I hadn't fractured my leg "Martin thought. At the thought of his leg, , it began to hurt with a fiery and throbbing

Johnny and Steaks hurried to the SUV, while Ryan handed Mary back her gun. “Much obliged, ma’am.” he said. She just nodded nervously.

“She ran pass that way and up the stairs…” He never finishes as the men take off, running again in the opposite direction I am. Joy flitters through me. He didn’t turn me in. “You’re welcome!” Flich yells after them, sarcasm thick in his words. Minutes later after the yelling and footsteps died down, the door opens and there stand Flich, holding his side in pain, but a smile is on his face. His face is slightly bruised and swollen.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The girl heard someone ask. She didn’t turn around though, the view before her was too captivating. Her toes scrunched up and caught bits and

Malvinē scoffed, “I can assure you, it’s only a temporary agreement.” She then retrieved her coat from the door, and readied to go outside. The knife was in her coat pocket, though she didn’t remember putting it there.

" It shows a shady or suspicious action of the stranger, but it's in a gloomy way because they don't know where he could be. " She went on worriedly" not knowing where this insane stranger could be. The family, but mostly the wife are scarcely worried about what the stranger

" Now, don't fire that.. I'm going to carefully unlock the access s storage to hence retrieve the suit along with my boots," she nodded towards the gun and then the visible drawer, her hand swept over the ID panel which accepted her scan and opened with a slight whoosh of air. Atop sits a custom-made bodysuit which she reaches for cautiously to deter his urge to