Messages dans Paranormal

Pressing Issues       I sigh deeply, feeling weak and defeated. Like a brutal kick to the face, I realize that I’d been the last person—the very last, apparently—to find out about my ex’s marriage, and it obviously isn’t mere happenstance. Talk about hauling a huge bag of salt onto a dozen gunshot wounds. It clearly goes without saying, but I ask anyway. “I take it you know about her impending marriage?” “I do,” Bestu admits, his words crushing me further. “Her mother was the one who broke the… Lire la suite

Motion-to-Act     I stare at Bestu incredulously, the confidence I felt just seconds ago quickly slipping away as I regard his expression. He’s serious. “What do you mean, you can’t?” I retort, frowning. “Of course, you can! You’re the Primus! You have the authority to shut this crock of bullshit down without even batting an eye!” “Normally, I would,” he says, clasping his hands together. “And believe me, I wouldn’t hesitate in doing so. But Elder Rabab has considerable backing on the issue. This isn’t something I can just… Lire la suite

The Primus     Bestu stands in front of a wide, gold-rimmed mirror with his back to me, its impressive height clearly customized for his own grand stature, staring at his reflection in silence. “Your majesty,” I say, bowing in acknowledgment even though I know he heard me come in. I’m positive he even heard my conversation with his sister. I stand there for a few more seconds before he turns to face me. “Matthiel,” he begins, the natural depth of his voice booming throughout the wide room. “I’ve been… Lire la suite

Arayah     I’m back at the Alchemoni; at the very heart of the sanctuary, pacing back and forth like a mad man, walking up and down the lounging area of the Primus’ quarters relentlessly, creating an invisible pathway in the gold-embellished floors. Honestly, I want to collapse on the spot, just let go and fall right here and now, but I can’t stop moving. I can’t bring myself to stay still, to quit being so restless even though my legs feel twenty times their weight and each of my… Lire la suite

…is a Merman’s Worst Nightmare     I turn to leave, having had more than enough of the disturbing broadcast. But as soon as I do, I accidentally bump into a bystander. From the corner of my eye, I briefly register that it’s a man. Before I can even get the chance to apologize or even get a good look at him, he comes closer, practically pushing his body against mine. I’m taken aback, and I get completely creeped out when he boldly moves to sniff a trail from my… Lire la suite

A Man’s Best Medicine…     Walking is man’s best medicine, as the saying goes. At least…it is according to Johnnie Walker. I hope it’s true. Lord knows I can certainly use all the medicine in the world right now, because I’m obviously losing my mind. I always walk when I need to clear my head, meditate, do some self-reflection, or just de-stress all together. So, after leaving Garrett and Terry’s, my first impulse was to walk. Although, I’m really starting to think a bottle of whiskey would have been… Lire la suite

Congratu-fucking-lations     I scoff incredulously, unable to suppress my reaction, lifting my arms in absolute disbelief as I shake my head slowly. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. This has to be a joke… I turn my attention back to Alana, my eyes hot and blazing with a kind of fury I haven’t felt in forever. “Holy fucking hell, you have got to be kidding me,” I mutter, fighting the urge to pace restlessly even though my legs are itching to move. “Are you fucking serious? This is what… Lire la suite

Alana   I stand there, a millisecond away from choking on my own breath as the air refuses to leave my lungs. Golden-green eyes bore into mine—eyes that are excruciatingly familiar and yet, at the same time, look far too foreign. Eyes that once held such remarkable vibrance, now dull and hollow. Five long, miserable years after suddenly disappearing, Alana, my ex and the love of my life—the former love of my life—stares back at me; unblinking and unflinching for what seems to stretch on for a lifetime, standing as… Lire la suite

“Literally.”     I grab the check and storm out of the apartment and head straight for Kirk’s door. I take in a deep breath just before I knock, bracing myself for the heaps of bullshit he, without a doubt, has reserved for me after our not-so-pleasant exchange just hours ago. As such, I’m especially surprised when no one answers the door after a few more knocks. Where the hell is he? Probably harassing one of the other tenants while plotting an epic vendetta against me. Heck, I wouldn’t be… Lire la suite

$1,252.87     The wind blows harshly against my face; the cold, mobile air moves against my cheeks in haste, stinging and slightly numbing them. I stand outside my apartment complex as I hold my cell phone to my ear with a trembling hand, listening to the mundane dial tone on the other end and waiting for someone to pick up. Waiting for Jeromy to pick up. But all I get is his voice mail. Again. For the love of zombie rabbits, Jeromy! The generic, automated feminine voice comes on,… Lire la suite