STOLEN LOVE_Perfect Danger_Little Deceits_Of Course, Mr. Sinclair
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STOLEN LOVE
My life was great – everything, chugging together perfectly. The gymnastics team I’d been with since I was five years old were two months away from try-outs for the Olympic Games team. I was on top form, the fittest and strongest I’d ever been – I knew I was definitely going to qualify for the New Zealand team – it had been my dream come true when I was chosen to represent our Gym, and I had worked so hard. My parents were proud of me. This made my life fairly busy for a 16-year-old, and I was very driven and focused. My grades were good and I was looking into Physio Therapy as an occupation, ...
Perfect Danger
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same.Heartbreak Hotel.Yes, that Heartbreak Hotel. Elvis’ Heartbreak Hotel. It was real. Anyone who’s ever had a broken heart can testify.Apparently, she was skilled at keeping it in the family. Or in the band, as it were. She deserved her broken heart. After all, she had broken one of the band’s cardinal rules: no office romances.Twenty-four years ago, the lead singer of her band had broken her heart. They were both sixteen. Twenty-four years later, the man on the keys in her band had broken her heart. The...
Little Deceits
It was reaching midnight in the suburbs of Wyndmere City when Safya Le Blanc tossed another coin in the wind that she earned from her little deceits. As she and her sister trudged under the rickety scaffolding bordering a decaying building, she peeled open the pouch that rested on her waist, dropping the golden specie inside. Safya hummed at the satisfying clink of the coin. “Oh, do you hear that?” She pulled the pouch between their heads and shook it around. “If I were mistaken, this is the sound of possibility.” “More like the sound of a single lunch,” Cleo pointed out. She pushed the pouch ...
Of Course, Mr. Sinclair
Terry Sinclair boarded his private jet alongside his security team. He sat down and poured himself a glass of Domaine Leroy Les Beaux Monts.“Ahh,” he sighed, savoring a large sip of the wine. “Where to now?”His bodyguard Lance confirmed the itinerary. “Heading to Paris, then London. We’ll be there in less than two hours, sir.”“Great, I can get some sleep,” Terry yawned and rubbed his hands over his neatly combed, auburn hair. His young face was handsomely impassiwww.onedoor.ccve as he stared blankly out the window at Berlin’s twinkling lights. A small amount of stubble grazed his upper lip and chin. After t...