There was a ritual in it, Satoru thought - buttoning up the nicest shirt he owned, freshly ironed with the wrinkleless slacks he only ever took out for that day. He brushed his hair out in soothing, repeated motions. Once, twice, thrice; over and over as he breathed deep and slow. He was a metronome, following the tem...
"Take my hand," he shouts, dropping his gun and extending his arm towards me. "Never in a million years," I snap, trying to steady myself as I feel my grip slowly slipping at the edge. "Look here, Solace, I'm trying to save your life, not asking you to marry me," he tries again. Knowing that I don't really have anothe...
"I like my tea with a drop of poison." *********** A two-chapter story about a girl on a mission and her charming target. Someone stole her memories, but who is the real culprit? Is it the mysterious prince and host of a decadent masquerade ball or perhaps the demon who encouraged her to go to the party as an underco...