alyssa-amazazing

The very moment I walked into the house that day I knew something was different. The house was eerily silent, calm. The smell of homemade food found its way to my nose and made my belly growl. The regular battle field I had called home was its usual tension and chaos. Mom was making dinner; I ticked it off as another aberration. Mom didn't cook, she didn't like to cook, and if by the off chance she was cooking, it certainly wasn't going to be quietly and without complaint. Dad sat in his chair, reading the newspaper. This was normal, but as I began to awkwardly settle into the hollow atmosphere, I noticed the lack of tension in my father's ja

CLOAK AND DAGGER CHAPTER 1: AMBUSHED "HAVE YOU FOUND ANYTHING YET, ZANE?" VIVIENNE CALLED TO THE DOOR, HER COLD SCARLET EYES NEVER LEAVING THE LEATHER-BOUND BOOK IN HER LAP. SHE FLIPPED HER LONG BLACK MANE AND TURNED THE PAGE UNMINDFULLY. AFTER A MOMENT, THE DOOR EASED OPEN WITH A CREAKING WHISPER. ZANE CROSSED THE THRESHOLD AND CLOSED THE DOOR SILENTLY BEHIND HIM. "I BELIEVE SO. ALL THIS SEARCHING AND WE'VE AT LAST FOUND SOMETHING." ZANE STROLLED IN WITH A LARGE FILE IN HAND, AND DROPPED IT ON THE DESK IN FRONT OF HER. "I'M SURPRISED WE NEVER FOUND HER BEFORE NOW." VIVIENNE FINALLY LOOKED UP FROM HER BOOK AND RAISED A PERFECTLY SHAPED EYE