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Tribal Series Book 1: Timeless
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Ongoing, First published May 31, 2014
Mature
Kat is just a simple graduate student, aiming to get her masters in History when she has a paper due about the Cheyenne Tribe. She comes across artifacts and wonders, what if the Natives never lost?
"What can you do? You are not one of The People." He spat.
His words were filled with bitterness and rage, so much so that I could only stand there, paralyzed. He was right though. What could I do? The only thing I was good at in modern times was getting 'A's on my papers. I never studied combat or battle strategies. I am useless.
It wasn't until the tear dropped that I noticed I was weeping. I looked back into his midnight eyes and saw nothing but disgust. With a sneer, he walked away.
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Enraged by Jayce's infuriating words I couldn't hold back from using all my strength to shove against his chest, not that it was very affective . . . Either way I blacked out, being brought back a few short moments later when my back was brutally slammed into the metal lockers behind me. His glowering figure towering over me as he aggressively braced my shoulders against the lockers, an ominous glint in his darkening blue eyes as he glared down at me . . . As noticed, Kat and Jayce aren't the best of friends . . . Rather the opposite. They have never really been able to get along. Arguing with each other was part of their everyday lives, they didn't know how to interact any other way, this becomes a problem when their History teacher assigns a two week long project with them being partners. From then on it could only get worse as they continue to fight . . . Especially when one of them takes their words a little too far . . .