UPDATED EVERY TUESDAY The year is 2061, after decades of war, the world has finally found a kind of fragile peace under the protective wings of the ULA... but is it all they say it is? Or does the terrorist group, Skyrise, have a point? While the United Libertes in Alis promises peace, Skyrise preaches hope and choice...
"GET OUT!" After kicking an egotistical, rude (albeit gorgeous) jerk out of her store, Cassie thinks she's seen the last of him. Too bad he's a prince. And that she's his maid.
They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shad...