Wasn't sure I was going to be able to manage this today...  Parents came over for the weekend and this is the first I've hit my computer since Saturday morning.

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She spoke for the first time. “You’re the leader of the werewolf pack?”

“Yes,” he said, trying to discourage the blade from digging into flesh.

“Well then it’s a good thing I don’t have orders to kill you,” she said playfully, her mischievous smile stretching farther across her angelic face. His face went a shade paler, knowing the only thing between him and death was another's orders. This angel was more likely the angel of death. “I have a proposition for you.”

“A proposition?” 


Read the serialized version of Forever After from the beginning: Chapter 1.


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“I thought I wanted to play with you. I like playing. Makes the game a bit more interesting.” He felt her tremble under his touch and a wave of exhilaration swept through him. As good as sex, really. “You’re not very interesting though and I’m afraid the games won’t last very long this time.”

“Huh?” she whimpered, this time with fear sending a quiver through the syllable that stretched it more than a southern drawl ever could. He felt the slightest smile twitch on his face as he soaked in the fear overflowing from her eyes and trickling down her cheeks.


Read the serialized version of Forever After from the beginning: Chapter 1.

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This snippet is only 6 sentences long.  I couldn't find a way of making it have eight sentences and be neat.

A continuation from last week, they had traveled into a city, traffic had slowed, and Justine just jumped out of the car and disappeared into the night.

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I stared at the open door as it smacked forward and bounced back, not quite closing. I had to remind myself to close my gaping maw, catching flies and all that. I looked around but I was stuck in heavy traffic, cars on all sides and no parking in sight. I looked back at the sidewalk but she was already gone, her dark clothing allowing her to disappear. Shit. This was bad, very bad.


Read the serialized version of Forever After from the beginning: Chapter 1.


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Hello, my freaky Darlings.  So this is my second try at WeWriWa/Snippet Sundays.  Hope you enjoy this snippet from Forever After as much as you did last week's.

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The ride was uncomfortable, painfully so.  Half a dozen times along the way, Justine imagined herself flinging the car door open at sixty miles an hour and jumping out, rolling along the side of the road until she finally came to a stop. In her head, the door resisted almost beyond her ability to hold it open. It nearly took off a limb when she leapt out. When she hit the ground, she imagined the impact on her body. Something would probably break so pain would slice through her like a knife. She would, of course, get right back up and take off at a dead run but, even in her imaginings, she was trapped because every time it ended with the BS catching her.

She glared at her captor once more but the monster was oblivious.


Read the serialized version of Forever After from the beginning: Chapter 1.

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A dirk’s edge caressed his throat and a woman straddled his chest, eliminating most of his capacity to breathe.  He was afraid to breathe, to move, but strangely he was not afraid of her.  She was his enemy and yet something in those eyes eliminated all fear.  They were like silk, brown silk.  Like smooth dark chocolate awaiting the chance to be tossed into a mouth.  A smile streaked across her face which he was certain was at least partially because she had just killed a man and yet her eyes calmed him.  If there had been a speck of evil glistening in those eyes, it disappeared as her smile widened.  She was an angel.


Read the serialized version of Forever After from the beginning: Chapter 1.

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