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In this chapter, Emily navigates the aftermath of a difficult day at school, grappling with guilt and the weight of her choices. Mrs. Blake’s firm but compassionate guidance helps Emily reflect on her actions, while the warmth and support of the Blake family remind her that she is not alone. As the evening unfolds, small gestures of kindness and a lively family game bring moments of connection and hope, offering Emily a sense of belonging and the courage to move forward.
David stared at the sneakers in the box, the deep purple color gleaming under the light. “Great,” he muttered, lifting one up for a closer look. “These will match my scales.”
“Your what?” both his mom and Kelly said in unison, their voices sharp with confusion.
David froze, his mind racing. Crap, why did I say that out loud?
“My dragon… oh, umm… these are really pretty.” He trailed off, trying to backtrack, but his mom wasn’t having it. Her expression hardened, and she crossed her arms.
The High Priest, infuriated by Akari’s growing influence and the success of her divine artifact, realized that subtlety was no longer an option. His previous attempts to undermine her had failed, and worse, they had only solidified her resolve and earned her more support from the academy. It was time to escalate his efforts and strike directly.
A second team-building Friday in February means another couple's costume
for William and Kateri, but a mistake creates a very complicated situation for William.
We got home and were both still buzzing. How could singing a few songs with some old bloke have such an affect on me? His energy was amazing and it seemed to build as he went on, as if he’d absorbed it from the audience.
“So you think…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish saying what I’d intended.
Detective Johnson turned his attention back to the road just as the light changed. As we pulled through the intersection, he muttered, “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go tonight.”
Ignoring his comment I asked, “What about my things? You know, my equipment? And I left my purse on a table in the club.”
Breakfast was a little embarrassing, with Stella and I blushing every time we made eye contact. When she had finished and was going up to dress, I grabbed her and gave her a huge hug. She initially tensed then I felt her body relax. In fact she began to cry.
"Stella we have to get through this, both your ordeal and what happened last night."
Alexandra and Tran face the prejudice and the law in their new lives, but will they have to return to their old lives in order to live their dreams completely? Chapter 12
My Own Worst Enemy
Murphy understood the law and knew justice. He also knew that the two were often not the same. To catch the bad guy and win a confession you had to be willing to step outside the box and take chances. That’s what made him a great cop. But that didn’t give him the right to take the law in his own hands. All he had to do was have a boy examined to confirm his true gender and now his mistake was going to cost him. Maybe his job? Maybe a demotion?
But then nothing in this case was turning out like it should. He should have seen this coming. He should have known that you can test the odds and you can test your resolve, but never pit your luck against Murphy’s Law.
Because sure as the devil will get his due . . . anything that can go wrong, will go wrong!
Easy As Falling On A Bike.
by Angharad (Bonzi is out - hee hee!).
part:269
As I cooked the meal, I felt so much happier that my favourite cooking device had been fixed. Things cooked in an Aga just taste better. Tomorrow, I would slow roast a leg of lamb with rosemary and mint dressing.
Beginning the second book in the saga of Alex as she struggles to adjust to life as a new woman. The Greatest Lie, Part 2
10 - Beyond Bangkok
11 - A Whole New Me, The Same Old World
by Alexandra Rios
This is a sometimes violent story with very raw sex scenes. If that's not what you want to read, please do not read this story.
by Anistasia Allread
Assisted and proofed by Nick B
She opened her eyes to see the angelic face of Samantha facing her, her eyes still closed in a peaceful sleep. Erika’s heart almost broke right then for want of caressing her velvet like lips; to feel their silkiness against her own. A tear slid gently down her cheek . . .
Mom and I were driving down the road when I started to get nervous about seeing Dr. Franklin. Mom sensed this and patted my leg.
“Don’t worry sweetie.” Mom said. "Every thing will be alright." I smiled at her. "You have such a pretty smile, I've always thought that it looked more like your father's than my own. Are you aware that you look just like me when I was your age?" Mom asked, slowing the car to a stop at a traffic light.
Nibs was reading the Forum Boards and came across a thread titled ‘Politics for the Street — Suraban’, she opened the thread and read the first message —
After changing and walking to the canteen the group saw Richard with, a now very defiantly, Nicole and Jane sat at one of the tables. They seem to be looking at something on a tablet style computer. Jaboc was walking out of the food run with Ithian who had his arm in a cast and it also looked as if he had his left shoulder bandaged.
Brian never wanted to be a girl, but when you have an actress for an older sister, a HUGE resemblance to her, and then throw in an agent who would do pretty much anything to get a contract — it was better to go with the flow, wasn't it?
A school for superheroes seemed like a good idea at the time. Template is on the faculty and her niece, Energia, is a student when they find out that not everyone agrees on the wonderfulness of education.
High level conspiracy? Alien technology? Is someone trying to kill off the superschool? And the supers with it?
It all started with someone launching a killer missile at Template's secret identity, Jenny’s aunt-er-uncle, Randy...
Eric thought he was living a reasonable life until a series of calamities broke up his marriage, took his job and put his parents in a precarious position.
When Kevin, his tennis partner in High School, reminds him of the great team they made and offers him the opportunity to turn his life around he has a critical decision to make.
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