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Sleep Paralysis Demon Pep Talk

Hey, it’s me. Your sleep paralysis demon. Aw, don’t look at me like that. This was the only I could talk to you. I have a few things I want to say to you. Just hear me out.

I am so proud of you. You have been doing so much better than you have for the past couple of years. However, there are some areas you can improve on. Are you getting enough sleep? You should be sleeping more. Late-night gaming is fun and all, but don’t stay up too late. You need plenty of sleep. Tonight was a little bit better. But there is room for improvement.

Are you drinking your water? You need to be drinking more. I will get you a glass of water when I’m done talking to you. You know you could make better food choices. Sweets are good, but you are trying to lose weight, remember? I know you are trying but you can still do better. Try walking faster on your morning walks.

From: Vessel

Black Day

“I’m sorry… what?!” Riley asked. Melissa grinned and chuckled.

“You have something that belongs to me,” she said. She rested a finger on her chest.

“Right. Here,” she said. Riley struggled to say something. What was happening here?

“Uh… What are you doing?” Riley asked.

“Shhh!” Melissa whispered. The woman stared intently. Riley’s eyes shifted away from her. She heard nothing. Nothing at all. How was that even possible?

Melissa finally grinned.

“Good!” she said. “Good. It’s still here.”

From: Vessel

Cruel

Fate is a twisted practical joker. It just loves to screw over people. All for a laugh. Riley Christopher is going to learn that the hard way.

It all started with a thief.

This took place years ago. Sirens blared through Hell. A muscular woman with short purple hair ran into the dark forest, laughing to herself. She did it. She didn’t believe how easy it was. Still, they weren’t letting her go that easily. The woman smirked as she heard dogs barking in the background. One, two, four, six hounds. Who could run faster—her or them?

There was a trick to this. Run down to the river and wade through the water. She did the math in her head. Two hundred miles to get to the gate. This was going to be easy. Run first and then fly. The woman counted down in her head.

Three… Two… One!

She took off running to the River of the Dead.

———

City Lounge: London (Book Seven, Chapter Fourteen: Tamika and Paul)

Chapter Fourteen: Tamika and Paul:

So there I am. I’m standing in what can be called an upper-class neighbourhood in the snow about to go into a nice-looking house with a group of my mates. I don’t know how what’s his face managed to get into a place like this. I couldn’t help but think that there was something shady going on. By the time I tried to think about what was going on, Kris had already rang the doorbell. I looked up in time to see the door opening. A bloke in a red and green jumper looked at all of us.

City Lounge: London (Book Seven, Chapter Thirteen: Tamika II)

Chapter Thirteen: Tamika II:

-Tamika-

I have known Paul for years. We were never an item. He’s not my type. Yet, there is something about him. I still haven’t been able to figure it out. By this point, it doesn’t matter anymore. I was already in. It was nice to see Paul again. I hadn’t expected to see Soph again.

Are they back together? I hope so. I can’t remember why they broke up. He always looked like a hurt puppy when someone brought up Soph.

I wasn’t originally part of his little circle. I met him after university. It was during a Chirstmas, in fact. Now, I don’t remember most of the details but I will do my best.

City Lounge: London (Book Seven, Chapter Twelve: Back in the Living Room)

Chapter Twelve: Back in the Living Room:

-Paul-

So there we were. The four of us sat in the living room in silence. It was like we were daring each other to say a word. Soph held my hand as she sat next to me. Jay and Tamika were staring at us. When did this become uncomfortable? I pressed my lips together.

Well…

“You done?” Jay asked. Soph and I didn’t answer. She wouldn’t even look at him. The evening traffic from outside killed the silence. How long were they going to be staying here? Jay looked relieved to see us come out of my room.

City Lounge: London (Book Seven, Chapter Eleven: Baby Blue)

Chapter Eleven: Baby Blue:

-Sophie-

“They’re still out there, aren’t they?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Oh.”

“Do you want me to tell them to leave?”

I shrugged my shoulders. He looked down at me, eyebrow raised.

“No?”

“I don’t know.”

“Heh.”

“We should do something about them though.”

“Agreed.”

“So what should we do with them?”

“I don’t know.”

“You just don’t want me to get up, do you?”

“Nope.” I turned my head away as I tried not to laugh. He patted me on the head. I don’t think we’ve ever done something like this before. Honestly, it’s kind of exciting. I almost want to see what happens next.

City Lounge: London (Book Seven, Chapter Ten: She’s so Sexy)

Chapter Ten: She’s so Sexy:

-Paul-

My eyes trailed down Sophie’s body. She only had on her knickers. My willy was standing up proud in my boxers. Soph pushed her hair out of her face as she leaned down to kiss me. I kissed her back. My hand wrapped around her waist. We were going to have to make this quick. No one has tried to walk into my room yet. I wasn’t holding my breath.

“What do you want me to do you?” Soph asked. I stared up at her with a red face and big eyes.

“Please take me!” I shouted. She gently put her finger to my lips.

From: Mafia

 Mikhael stared at Nikita like a deer caught in the headlights.

“What?!” he asked.

“Marry. My. Daughter,” Nikita said as if the boy was stupid. Mikhael was still lost. Too shock for words. Nikita saw that.

“Here,” the mob boss said. “I’ll make it easier for you.” He turned to the gunman beside the boy.

“Drop your guns,” Nikita told him.

“But…” the gunman began.

“Just do it!” Nikita snapped. All three gunmen complied.

“Not you!” Nikita yelled at the guys beside Ruri. “Put those guns back at her head now!” The mob dogs grew happy and complied. Ruri felt weak again.

“Mom!” Mikhael exclaimed. But as he reached out, the dog next to him pulled out a knife.

“Don’t move!” he snarled. Mikhael sat back as the gunman put his knife away. This was going to be a long night.

From: Mafia

Nikita Popova sat in the doctor’s office. He had been feeling sick for the last three weeks. But the mob boss tried not to show it. Nikita hadn’t shown any signs of illness until last night. His mob, the Solashka, was at a dinner meeting. Nikita was giving a speech when he grew weak and dizzy and passed out right in the middle of it! His right-hand man, Boris Dontsov, and his daughter, Valentina rushed Nikita off to his room immediately.

In the morning, Nikita and his daughter argued that he should go to the doctor. The mob boss hadn’t been to the doc in fifteen years since his wife died.

“I don’t care about the past!” the mob princess shot back. “ I just don’t want you to die on me!” They fought hard but the princess won. So here Nikita was. In the place he never wanted to go. Valentina had grown into a cutthroat young woman…

Right then, the door opened. The mob boss looked up and saw the doctor standing in the doorway. He looked as if he was in a funeral. So, Nikita knew the news wasn’t good.