THE PURPLE ROSE MYSTERYChapter 1: Rose on the Bed
It had been left on my bed, a perfect rose the color of purple. I stared at it in confused shock. How had it come to be there? Certainly my partner wouldn't have done it....would he?
Confused and worried, I left the thing there and went to my partner's room.
"Jake, come here...I need to show you something," I say to his questioning face when he opens his door.
He follows me to my bedroom, I stand to the side so he can get a clear look at my made bed (yes I make it, the military trained me well).
Frowning, Jake stares a moment then walked toward the flower and touches it gently. "It's fresh not fake," he comments. Well, obviously he hadn't left it as he was just as puzzled as I was.
"Yeah, it usually was."
He swivels his head to stare at me, frowning even harder. "Usually?"
I rub my neck in nervous embarrassment. "It was something an old flame had a habit of doing when we were together."
I DON'T WANT A MATE, CH 26Chapter 26: Secret Meetings and Plans
Two weeks passed before Feral contacted her for a meet at his home. She sighed in relief when her lover called her by their comm unit to pass the message. She'd been on pins and needles waiting to talk with them about her intentions to run for Mayor. Continuing to keep it a secret from Jake had been really difficult as she wanted to tell someone but didn't dare. Too much was at stake.
Before getting the call, she continued to work as if everything was normal and didn't let on she knew anything was amiss, playing the semi-dumb blonde some people thought she was. And regularly, without fail, she checked for bugs whenever she left her office for more than fifteen minutes.
It wasn't surprising to her to find at least two to three of the things a day. She destroyed the most obvious ones and left the more hidden ones alone, not bothering to shut them off as she had decided to never deal with sensitive information in her office at all, choosing to go into
OLD MAGIC, CH 16Chapter 16: Christmas Shopping Gone Wrong
November swept in with blustering winds and billows of snow. Between classes children could be heard squealing from well thrown snowballs and seen building snowmen in the courtyard. Elsewhere in the castle, not everyone was as happy as the children.
"Those fools!" Quirrell's voice hissed. His eyes flamed with fury as he paced angrily back and forth in his empty classroom at the end of yet another interminable day.
While Voldemort ranted, the real Quirrell was laughing with glee. Word had reached their shared ears that Dolohov and McNair had been arrested by the aurors. It warmed his heart that not all the ministry had been corrupted. Despite Fudge's interference or lack there of, Voldemort's minions were being caught and the reign of terror he'd worked so hard to build, was crumbling.
"Without my physical guidance they are making stupid decisions!" The stuttering that Quirrell was known for was completely absent as the malevolent spirit continu
I DON'T WANT A MATE, CH 28Chapter 28: Identifying the Enemy
While Callie was busy wheeling and dealing with investors, Feral was working his way steadily through OPR's that had been on the back burner for too long. There were many deserving officers that should have been promoted by now but the reports had to be accomplished first and omega attacks had shoved them aside. With peace achieved (more or less), he needed to get these done as fast as possible.
By late morning, he was a quarter of the way through the stack when Major Simonton came into his office looking tired and wane.
Feral's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Aren't you supposed to be sleeping right now?"
"Would love to be sir, however, that project you gave me has already borne some nasty fruit and I wanted to get it to you, personally, as soon as possible."
"Oh?" Feral asked, giving the tom his full attention.
"It seems sir, that when First Lt. Smithdorn retired, someone unknown made sure the request for a replacement, submitted six months earlier, was
The Healing Gift -Synopsis-
In a world where the main classes are all about summoning, fortune-telling, and magic; where a letter in your name can mean the difference between success and failure and healing is considered the greatest gift amongst all the pain, some fight to survive.
Zan, a girl in her 12th year, struggles to live. People around her hate her just because of her name and title. Her powerful gift does nothing to help that, but gives nothing to defend herself with. And with her power, a mysterious force is at work, plaguing her conscience, forcing her to the brink.
She has to succeed, her life depends on it. But how can she when everything seems set against her?
NaNoWriMo Synopsis: Iris Sunset
Iris Sunset represents the story of Iris' inner struggle to stay sane and live a normal life after a series of unfortunate events. She's a troubled teenager whose life is more than what a 17 years old can normally handle.
The story begins when she meets with a mysterious school mate, Aeneas, but the true trial for her sanity starts when she witnesses the death of Andreas, her ex-boyfriend who still was a strong presence in her life. She is tormented by the guilt of not saving him and she blames herself for his death.
Things will get even more complicated when she starts realizing she's falling in love with Aeneas, the one who protected her after Andreas' death. The inner struggle gets so intense that she's on the edge of losing contact with the real world.
She has her best
Days of NanoWrimo
Day One: This is so going to work! Kiss everyone goodbye, except for the voices in your head. They'll help you along the way, really! Make sure you are fully supplied with coffee and chocolate. Word Goal: 1,667
Day Two: You don't really have a plot, but that'll come in time, you say. Don't be afraid to stay up a little late. DO NOT EAT ALL THE CHOCOLATE TODAY OR YOU WILL DIE! Word Goal: 3,333
Day Three: One tenth there, you tell yourself happily. Life is still good. Try looking at depressing poetry for more plot ideas, and read Shakespeare Cliff's Notes. If you've already read most of Shakespeare's works, constantly reference it in your novel, and smile because whoever you have read it first will either a: not get them and wonder where that came from, or b: think you are such a cool person because you've read Shakespeare. 5000
Day Four: Try explaining NanoWrimo to an outsider. Find some way to discreetly place a similar scene in your novel. Be sure the outsider is not a first reader. W