Polaris Skies (17) The Scars Run Deep by Bagheera57, literature
Literature
Polaris Skies (17) The Scars Run Deep
Polaris Skies
Chapter 17
The Scars Run Deep
“Um...Yeller?” Nat asked, shrugging out of his hold.
“Sorry,” Yeller mumbled again.
“Nat, I…” Deck looked away, confused and ashamed at having gone delving in Nat’s mind without permission.
“I came out to take a break for a while and see how you were doing,” Nat sat walked around Yeller and sat down on the love seat to look down at Deck. “You look a bit green around the gills,” Nat pointed out the obvious.
“I was doing pretty good for a while,” Deck looked down at his hands.
“Yeah? That’s good. I want
Subgalaxia (Ch 3) Swimming with the Sharks by Bagheera57, literature
Literature
Subgalaxia (Ch 3) Swimming with the Sharks
Subgalaxia
Book 1 of the Old Kavordian Library
Chapter 3
Dinner was lavish, as to be expected of Mrs. Stiner. She had after all been the top reigning chef of a lead New York French restraunt in her day. She was a little disgruntled though to find no one enjoying their meal as much as she. Miss Teslanoviach was staring at her square plate like it was poison. Corbin was picking over the meal like a depressed psycho, and Sophia was smitten with asking so many questions of the girl that no one could get a word in to answer any of the questions. Corbin could feel Mrs. Stiner’s seething stare melting into his Armani suit from across the
Subgalaxia Chapter 1
Chapter 1
She sat rigidly in her chair, her corset pinching at her ribs. This was not comfortable in the least. What had ever possed her to go from her folks farm in Kansas to Manhattan of all places was beyond her now. She had enjoyed the adventure of getting from Kansas to New York, but now that she was here, sitting in a small alcove awaiting her first interview, she was beginning to regret her rash decisions. She just didn’t want to marry Dill. She wanted to have a life, to make something great of herself. She wanted to really have a hope at the very least of raising her station in life. She had been th
He paced the study of his house. Books lined the cherry shelves and his desk was overcrowded with papers and electronics. He had sent his maid up to check on the woman. What had possessed him to intervean was beyond him. A simple trip was all he wanted. He had gone to see the beginnings of Wall Street and the establishment of Manhattan’s business district. While walking back to his movement point he had heard the high pitched shrieking of a woman in desperate need of help.
He wasn’t sure what he was going to tell Ms. Lisgon about the new woman in his house. He had just successfully been able to have an actual conversation