Series
Troy Alexander: Dying Is Easy
Its been 5 years since his first mission and has been a force to be reckoned with throughout MI6 and he is a rival with fellow MI6 agent 007 James Bond. The Queen's great-granddaughter Miranda Prescott went to Spring Break in Mexico City with her friends from Cambridge and Miranda has been kidnapped by a Mexican Cartel and She is to be sold to the sex trade. One of her friends Kimberly was able to escape.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Fiction
Troy Alexander:005
In 2005, Troy Alexander, a new recruit for MI6 with his qualifications being that he served in the U.S marines while living with his father in America under a different name but was born in Malton, England on April 6, 1982, to his mother Alica Alexander a nurse who was having a fling with an American soldier Jameson Troy who named their son which you find out down the line. Jameson would leave with their son to America and leave Alicia behind but it was found out that Alicia wasn't a nurse but a trained assassin for the private sector.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Hand: Chapter 3
> Previous < (Chapter 2) > Next < *To listen and read along, play the narration video* Cold sweat poured down Vigore's face. He tossed and turned frantically in his sleep as a nightmare enveloped him in a dark memory. A woman's shrill scream and a girl's cries and pleas for help echoed throughout his brain.
By Mel E. Furnish4 years ago in Fiction
WIDOWer
CHAPTER 14 It is a little after nine AM when Doug wraps his arm protectively around Jennifer as they lie cuddled up in his bed, memories of her tending to Dillon’s every need haunting his early morning thoughts. Before he realizes it, Jennifer wakes up and heads into the bathroom.
By Veronica Pollard4 years ago in Fiction
Wedding Bells and Cow Pies
“You’re kidding.” Jenn sat dumbstruck staring out the window of her luxury New York office as she listened to the tale that Krista spun. It wasn’t every day that your childhood bestie surprised you with the engagement to a man you didn’t even know she was dating.
By Isla Berry4 years ago in Fiction
3. The Boy
Chapter 3 Thousands of miles away, smoke and dust passed through a rural village. A dirt-ridden sign, Rembaka, dangled from a wooden pole that held it up several metres high, tied with several pieces of rope. It looked worn and damaged, unmaintained. Rows of huts and mud houses, held together by pieces of wood and string and mud, swayed against the storms of dust, behind the sign. Sand dunes and valleys of nothingness surrounded the village and seemed to stretch on for miles.
By Vithurshan Thajenthiran4 years ago in Fiction
1. In The Dark
Act 1: Blossoming Fires Chapter 1 The darkness crept into the streets, as a young woman stood at a bus stop, waiting. Her fingers trembled, as she rubbed her arms anxiously. Her short frizzy hair covered her face, winds blowing from every side. Shivering, Alicia gripped her thick jacket together, pressing her already dry and cold hands together against her body. The streets were empty, which left the woman alone and distressed. In her current state, sickly and paranoid, Alicia had seen, what appeared to be, smoky bodies drifting into the sky, obscuring the twinkling stars from above. The bench she’d been sitting on for hours, might as well been ice. Though she was covered heavily from head to toe, the chills of the depressing voids of the night struck deeply into her body, clashing with the mysteriousness of the streets.
By Vithurshan Thajenthiran4 years ago in Fiction
Write in The Middle of It
As soon as Mekayla hit street level, she instantly felt better. The cool air hit her open chest and she was able to breathe easier. Still she began to button herself up because one more button and all off her business would be exposed. She only lived a couple of blocks away and decided to round the corner to climb the fire escape. She lived in a third- floor loft apartment, which for some crazy reason had a back door that led to that fire escape. Mekayla often sat out there to clear her thoughts. Tonight, she was sitting up there to feel better before she went to bed. She propped herself up against her back door and closed her eyes.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Fiction
