When capture or surrender means death, failure is not an option!
Broken Promises. Despite insurmountable odds, a young woman must risk traversing unfamiliar and hostile territory to find help. As you read, be sure to consider: When capture or surrender means that your life is forfeit, failure is not an option.
Tyler envied the host of their show. That man had the charisma of a cult leader and the rugged good looks of a Hollywood actor. That chiselled body, piercing blue eyes and sandy hair were like ambrosia, and his personality was the cherry on top. His swagger alone could have made it far in this world. Alas, there was no drive, everything he wanted was at his fingertips and that included women.
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“Here we are,” Kyle said while they pulled into his parents’ driveway.
Given their budget, lack of patrons and popularity, this was their base of operations. Kyle’s parents were corporate lawyers who gave their thirty-year-old son a wide berth. As long as he stayed out of the six-o’clock news, and did not max out the credit card, they could not care less what he did.
From his parent’s point of view, being the frontman of a television show was preferable to a career as a coked-out musician. It was an improvement over following the lead of popular television and starting his own criminal empire. As long as he doesn’t tarnish their good names…
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Even the name lacked originality. Seeing as every good name was already copyrighted. How much could the market take when Beowulf’s Bayou Babes had a regular slot on prime time television?
That relegated the Ghoul Hunters to webcasts, podcasts and an o-dark-stupid time slot on community cable. It was a challenge to not feel insulted, when bikini-clad rednecks with a penchant for Ye Olde English poetry drew in the numbers.
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“You guys suck!” Yelled a man as Tyler’s van turned a corner.
This was not exactly news to him, at least not from one of the loyal and dedicated fans of their competitors. For them, the Ghoul Hunters were yet another copycat paranormal investigation show that gave everyone a bad name.
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Clara gained altitude on momentum alone. By the time she reached apogee, she was back at eye level with Evelyn. Those eyes were moist, and was likely using the rain to camouflage her tears. She won’t show vulnerability again until I reciprocate.
“I will always need you Evelyn,” Clara said.
She smiled, winked, and turned into a dive.
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Clara stopped when they reached the edge. She leaned in for another kiss. It was tentative, and gentle, but she let Evelyn take the lead. They became locked into each other’s arms, with their tongues involved in an intricate dance.
Only when Clara’s lungs burned for air did she break free. She smirked, leaned backwards and shot straight down the side of the building. The wind rushed past her gaining speed, only once she reached terminal velocity did she open her wings.
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“We each have our roles,” Clara said. “Don’t we?”
The curl on the edges of Evelyn’s lip flattened for a moment. The biscuit unwittingly backed herself into the corner, which gave Clara an exit.
“Oui,” Evelyn said. “Where will you go?”
“I’m not sure,” Clara said honestly.
“Go wherever your heart leads,” Evelyn said.
“That includes our bedroom,” Clara said.
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All the paint on Evelyn’s body was already running off, which left a slick of colours around her. It was replaced by a flawless canvas that reflected the city lights around them. Clara bit her lower lip, but fought back against her desires. She was determined to leave that night.
This beautiful spider is doing her best to keep this fly in her web.
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The wind hit them both. With it came thousands of scents carried on by the wind. Rain was falling from the heavens, with every droplet reflecting the surrounding cityscape.
“Tears from the heavens,” Clara mused.
Evelyn elbowed Clara in the ribs and pouted.
“I’m the artiste, ma chère,” Evelyn said.
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