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Kayleigh's Awakening Part II
My foot taps in the back of the cab; I am very late. I was completely exhausted after last nights romp with Samantha and had grossly overslept. Mr. Alexander is going to have my ass. The cab finally squeals to a stop in front of Sterns and Baker, I pay my fair and jump out. My heels clack loudly across the marble floor in the lobby as I rush to a closing elevator. When I arrive at my floor I quietly slink to my desk and quickly emerge myself to work, half wanting to catch up and half to blend in. The door to Mr. Alexander's office opens and I freeze, I can feel him starring at the back of my head. "Nice of you to join us, Kayleigh." His voice is cold and stern. I swivel around trying to avoid his piercing gaze.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas (The Finale)
SANTANA She never had many friends growing up. A couple of temporary ones on and off throughout the years, but nothing major. No one had compared to her Daniel. No one challenged her to be the best person she could be, or saw past the wall she had built the day people started to judge her based on her parent's past. Not like Daniel had the moment he laid eyes on her when they were just a couple of kids from different back-roads of life, barely crawling out of loneliness and being dealt a bad deck of cards to sort through.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Taboo Is the Greatest Arousal
It was my third year of my philosophy degree that I found myself likened to secure myself a job at the local halfway house as a way to earn a bit of money whilst broadening my perspective upon rehabilitation and the criminal element. A win-win situation, I believed. I couldn’t have known then that such a choice would lead me into the clutches of a man capable of upending all that I’d previously believed in life, effectively pulling the foundation of my perceptions right out from under me. My life would never be the same again…
By Little Wanderer8 years ago in Filthy
Merci Love
New Year’s Eve It all started with a DM.... So, Merci is out and having a good time when she posted a picture of her drink of choice, Patron Margarita with the caption reading, "Heaven in a cup!!” This one guy, Sir Double Up was his twitter name, responded to the post with "And panties on the floor...." When Merci saw who it was, she smirked a little because she always had a crush on Harvey... which was his real name. But she had been in a long term relationship, so another man was not an option. By this time, she had been single for roughly six months and it was cuffing season so she casually spoke with a simple "Hey, Boo." Her next post is what set her own trap.
By Myesha LaSha8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 4
JONAS Jonas was relieved the housemates were busy preparing for tonight's Thanksgiving dinner. Santana had barely said a word to him during breakfast and it had caused noticeable awkward tension between them this morning. But when she decided to head into town with Dylan and Lucia for some last minute ingredients, he took the time to contemplate his next move.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Santana & Jonas, Part 3
SANTANA "If we end up chopped up behind a dumpster, I'm blaming you," Dylan Lopez, her newest friend claimed as they stood in front of La Rosa, a popular bar in the city of Pablo San Lucas, Mexico. Santana figured it was a bad idea coming out here at night, but she'd have a better chance at finding something about her Daniel here, according to the information she gathered from her sources. She'd made the excuse of trying to find Daniel for an old case she was working on for another client and here they were. She would've dragged Jonas out here instead, but since he was against her mission to find her childhood friend for some reason, she didn't think of inviting him.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Wainya Syndicate
Something inside her stirs a deadly storm. Already powerful among all she controls, her calling call is written in blood. Who fears such a woman? I’ll tell you. Other killers. She is not like any other. Each kill has been precise and beautiful. Her name is Wainya. She runs a new kind of Syndicate. Of course, it’s not your run-of-the-mill Asian organization. No, no. No, Wainya changed the script. What she did was give others something to fear other than themselves, being the monster that did not only kill with a contract but with own personal motivation. If another stood in her way of changing the dark world of killers, Wainya put an end to them or him or her. Her vision is clear. Wainya wants to be the elite organization not for the personal power but for the security, needing the respect and resources of all other organized killers to protect her and her own. Like all people, she had something to fear, it being far more frightening than knowing Wainya will spill your blood. Let’s not talk about such things. In this world, there is more than just blood. Wainya had a hunger for the flesh in another way. It did not matter who you were; if she wanted you, you bend to her. Aside from being a pentacle of nightmares, Wainya’s beauty is striking. Only the killers she employed under her knew her true appearance. Wigs, contacts, and clothing hid her identity from the world. It kept her safe.
By Jessica Montgomery8 years ago in Filthy
