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To this day no one knew what had happened to Emma. A bone rattling chill settled over the streets of London. The December air was crisp in the cold wind, foretelling that snow was on its way. People walked the streets, bundled tightly under their layers and clutching their overcoats close. It was the time of year ladies ordained thicker gloves to protect their dainty fingers and swaddled themselves with rich furs about their shoulders. The tinkle of the bell sounded as Mr. White’s final customer left his shop. He adjusted his spectacles and peered out of the glass paned window, scanning the streets before flipping the ‘open’

There's a game I like to play where your heart is at stake You may win or you may lose but it always ends the same So capture me with those pools of blue and make me melt Make me feel something only felt Push me against the wall and claim me as yours, we'll own the night With the moon as our voyeur, begging for more So turn the final page and erase its history Oh what pleasures one night can hold, well, it remains a mystery Show your cards but hide your face Ride your desire, after all, its all about the chase So play the love game if you dare, but you've been warned This game is not for those with hearts most fair

Satisfaction is the death of all desires. Mystery. Curiosity? Ah but curiosity did kill the cat. Perhaps for one to be satisfied, one must relinquish the desire for contentment and instead be vigorous in the pursuit of mysteries.

My Heavily Caffeinated Heart Chapter 16 Cappuccino Nate POV I arrived home from work that day at the usual time to an empty house. I kicked off my shoes at the door and I tossed my keys on the kitchen bench. I shook my hair out, dislodging water droplets everywhere it in the process. In a chivalrous moment I'd leant my umbrella to Erin, the girl had had a bad enough day as it was getting fired. At least she could say her desk supplies didn't get ruined by the rain. I unhooked my laptop from my shoulder, laying the case down on the dining table while I took in the state of the lounge-room, spotless. Hannah was stress cleaning earlier toda

PROLOGUE Elaine Firerose laid her weary head on the freshly washed linens of her room at the Black Bird Gisting. The village, Terian, resided by the vast Verone River that stretched and curved its' worth across the FarDawn lands. Fae rarely felt fatigue. It was an uncommon sensation for Elaine to be saddle sore from riding for four days straight through the Xenis Jungle. She had slipped through the Daeron's claws, losing her sole pursuers just beyond Storm Reach. She'd kept her hood up, fearing her glowing silver eyes would give her away as Fae. It was a stroke of luck enough that her skin was merely a pale grey that could pass for albino ra

Chapter 15 Vanilla Latte Part 7 Erin POV Tuesday morning rain was pouring and the Styrofoam cup holding my heavenly vanilla latte was collecting water droplets as my mascara collected in pools in the corners of my eyes. I was late. Again. Fuck. I tore past the front doors of Ellie Rhodes Publishing, getting the long strap of my bag caught and practically on the verge of hysterical sobbing as I tried to free it. The frizzy receptionist cocked a smug eyebrow at my arrival, tapping her watch in a condescending gesture. "Twenty past, Erin" she called to me in a sing song voice. Bitch. I flung myself into the elevator, shaking my hair out

Macchiato Part 6 Tom POV Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin' anywhere Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit He took the midnight train goin' anywhere! I am too sober for this. James sounded like a car wreck. His voice was a dog howling interwoven with a zombie moaning and that was when he got the lyrics right. How anyone could sing the wrong words with the lyrics displayed on a TV box right in front of them, was baffling. So while James destroyed 'Don't Stop Believing' with Paige, us more sensible and wishing we were deafer so as not to hear this blasphemy anymore, had a boot

'Tempest' Chapter Two At the wake people gathered in the overgrown backyard of the Laie Children's Home to pay their respects to Papa Mahikai. They shared memories, food and drink. Iokia helped coax the bonfire into a lazy but strong blaze before retreating back to the kitchen to give Leilani help with all the dishes that the guests had kindly bestowed upon us. At least the kids wouldn't be hungry for a while. I put Kona to bed early so my hands were free. I'd wanted to stay in the small but quiet nursery and indulge in the solitude but I knew I would be needed outside. I walked past the kitchen, sparing a glance at a tired looking Leilani

My Heavily Caffeinated Heart (Chapter 13) 'Vanilla Latte - Part 6' Okay so, we last left off with my head down the toilet bowl. Over the course of my twenty three years of existence I had racked up a pretty hefty list of my most embarrassing moments. It's safe to say that that tonight would make the top ten. When Tom managed to stand still and stop freaking cussing from his British dictionary of swear words I told him I was on the pill, which would mean that I was not pregnant. Which would also mean that I had food poisoning and that in turn meant he had it too. Fuck this was going to be a long night. As it turned out. It was a long 24 ho