"When did you find astronomy so interesting?" "When I found something worth looking at." [Marauders Era]

She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved

This is set after "The Reckoning" by Kelley Armstrong. I started it because I want this series to continue, and I hope that people who feel the same way will enjoy it! ~~ Chloe, Derek, Simon and Tori all seem to be safe with Kit and Lauren...but are they really? ~~ Excerpt: |I saw Derek fall beside me. "Derek!" I gasped in horror, dropping down beside him. He blinked his eyes warily, "I think I got shot." "No kidding," I laughed nervously, noticing the blood dripping from his leg. Derek looked at his leg and then back at me, panic in his eyes. "They're over here!" I hear someone shout to our right. Derek looks at me and pushes me up. "Go, I'll be okay." "You really think I'd do that?" I laugh humourless. "A guy can try," he muttered, trying to get up. I looked around at our surroundings, looking for a hiding spot that would fit both of us. I see a clump of bushes and point them out to Derek. He nods and crawls over, blood dripping from his leg. Pushing through, he reaches for me. Once we're out of sight, I take a look at his bullet wound. My eyes widen when I see how bad it is. I take my sweater off and rip off the sleeve. I wrap the sleeve around Derek's leg and inspect it. No blood drips through so I take that as a good sign, although he'll need stitches. Derek pulled me closer as the voices drew nearer. "Can you see them?" A radio cracks. "No," a female voice says right in front of us, "But I saw them go this way." I pushed myself deeper into the bush, careful not to bump into Derek as I go. A flashlight shines around us, then lands directly where we're sitting. Derek shifts uncomfortable next to me, afraid she found us. "Chloe," the woman says... |