Wicked Obsession_The Choice I Made_The Girl Who Would Be Queen_A Souvenir From Sanctum
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Wicked Obsession
Once upon a time Cole Russet had held his sister, Diane in high graces, but that was before his eyes removed the attires of blindness and opened to her patterns of lying, manipulation, and delusions of grandeur. Diane Russet made it into the Federal Bureau of Investigations having graduated from the California State University. Cole of course was proud of her achievements.Every twin had significant differences a keen observer would be able to detect. Cole and Diane, despite their gender difference, they were identical. From their shoulder-long ginger hair to the sharp cut features and lean bui...
The Choice I Made
"CHOOSE, Press the button or don't, it's entirely up to you." Dalton screamed practically inside mywww.onedoor.cc brain.I would love to play the victim and act like I don't know how I got here but let us be honest, of course, I do. I know how I decided not to follow the rules and I know how now I have to pay for it. I know why I'm sitting here on this disgusting carpet floor, getting screamed at by Dalton, sobbing in front of a giant dark green button the size of a frisbee, and I know why I have to push it.This all started 1 year and 1 week ago when that small man came to my door. I remember it so clearly....
The Girl Who Would Be Queen
Crown Princess Irun of Edessa was embroidering tablecloths with her handmaidens when she learned that her twin brother Henfrey and king of Edessa had been blinded.It came in the form of a letter delivered by a messenger bird from Literra, the kingdom that Henfrey had recently traveled to for a state visit.Irun was laughing at a story Jevelyn was telling the group involving a cousin of hers and a hive of angry bees he accidentally stirred when the doors to the drawing room opened and one of her guards stationed outside poked his head in.“Your Highness, there’s a message for you from His Majesty...
A Souvenir From Sanctum
“...I’d like to show you something,” the man said, an offer not often made by his kind. “I hope you wouldn’t mind a night in a graveyard.”“After you.”Fifteen minutes ago...“Excuse me,” I said. “May I sit here?”The man looked at me, the steam from his cup disappearing into the air. I had caught him just as he was about to have a sip. An overcoat lay folded on the backrest of the chair and a hat hung from its ear. It isn’t my specialty, but I could see sparks going off around him.“Yeah, sure,” he said and returned to his work. I took a look around the cafe while accessorizing my chair the same a...