The Purple Alien

The Purple Alien

  • WpView
    LECTURAS 4,785
  • WpVote
    Votos 63
  • WpPart
    Partes 23
WpMetadataReadConcluida sáb, jul 9, 20111h 10m
WpInfo
Ficción
Romance
Ever wonder what ColdFirePlace is like??? Probably not, right? Well read this to find out more about her!!!! Smile and laugh a little along the way...hopefully...and go ahead and participate as well! :)
Todos los derechos reservados
#819
2012
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Lunar Virus ✔️
  • Ten Million Dollars Mission
  • Such The Liar Painted Me
  • But You Can Call Me Gotham (#JustWriteIt #FreshStart) [COMPLETED]
  • Being a Tsundere Girl's Butler
  • DON'T READ ------------------------------- Always (Trevor Moran)
  • Forever Fighting  |  ✔️ | [previously Espionage: double-cross]

Elodie's life changes at the turn of a doorknob when she is forced into joining a secret organization that claims to be protecting the Earth from aliens. But with every step she takes, she finds the organization, or the facility, as they call it, becoming more and more suspicious. When a mysterious death occurs, revealing a well-concealed secret, things quickly go downhill as humanity's future is placed on the shoulders of a single gaggle of teenagers. *** I hear a sigh from the other side of the door, "Miss. Chaucer, you have a wonderful opportunity here, are you going to take it or not?" Now, I am seriously confused, "Opportunity?" She takes advantage of my befuddled state and shoves the door open. Shit. The corners of her mouth pull up, and it's so unnatural, it takes me a moment to realize she's smiling. Major plastic surgery? Probably. Click. Did she just lock the door? She locked the door! I spring towards the house phone, dusty from years of doing absolutely nothing, so I can call the police. I don't make it. Halfway there, I trip on my own pant-leg and face plant on the floor. The woman steps over me and retrieves the phone. She looks at it as if it's a foreign object, "This won't be necessary. All I want to do is talk to you." For some reason, instead of screaming, I stay silent. She smiles and pulls out a chair from the kitchen table for me to sit on. When I don't sit, she says, "If you want to know what's going on, then sit." I think about it for a moment. She hasn't hurt me yet, and I have to admit, I am quite curious as to what's going on. So, call me stupid, but I sit down. "I am from a space organization that protects civilians from . . . outside threats." *** Beautiful cover made by @mahana258! HR: 203 in science fiction (5/8/18) Completed on August 15th, 2018 (Indian independence day!) *******This is not a zombie novel

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido