A Mad Desire to Climb/TBA What if you’re family’s business wasn’t exactly legal? What if you were okay with it? She sees this as an opportunity to climb. But she also sees it as an opportunity to take everything down. | The Executioner/TBA On the brink of collateral damage, the Swedish government face a human experimental scandal awaiting to be exposed from the lips of the preyed. But one victim promises to keep it under wraps, although, under very specific circumstances. |
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Here's the two character cards I created for you. I have more, of different characters so please request if you like them. Or request of something else (I don't really care). The reason I choose Ashley and Chadwick is because I have a two part story that will be written involving them.Yes, I am writing aAshley and Chadwick a story line.
You showed me that in order for people to listen you have to be strong,powerful,brave,and kind. Thank you, for being the coolest roommate. Thank you, for being such a loving sister. Thank you, for being yourself- Abriana Just a practice for some edits and cuts. There might be another one soon.
He tightened his grip around the firearm. She could hear the snug sound of his leather gloves closing around the grip, while his grey eyes overlook the purposeful damage. All of her paperwork had been scattered to oblivion. It wouldn’t be weeks until she sorted everything. Months, if she was feeling strongly encouraged. Half of her didn’t know how to explain it to her employers, who were vacationing out of town that weekend. The other half hoped she didn't have to.
As much as she’d hate to admit it, the past few days were uneasy without security around. Veronica realized a new distaste of foreign stragglers on the streets. Specifically in Voskaova Ulits. . There was an overflowing amount, particularly near the homes breed the money. He wasn’t a wanderer. Nothing near it. This was Beckett’s brother, Honor. She googled him once out of curiosity, but of course surface level web wasn't enough. Beckett never spoke of him during their chats. It was a game at first, for one of her close girl friends. They called it, “Does he have a brother?”. Veronika didn’t win because she kept it to herself, like much of Beckett's and her private conversations. The dark web proved that Honor carried criminal offenses stacking higher than those collapsed papers, and the further she searched, the more shady his history became. Honor was linked to the government by a mob called the “Hirtins" ( herders in English). She knew this was the reason he barely spent anytime in jail. The government protected him. And worse of all, he protected them. Resting the gun at his side, Honor fished his back pocket for a pack of cigarettes. Drawing a lighter from his opposite side, he worked at it until his roll was lit. Veronika couldn't tell if she was breathing anymore. Her chest wasn’t moving. Her fingers were numb. His lips parted as a wave of smoke swiped in to her space,“Beckett’s the priest that spreads the word. I’m the fucking devil to make you believe it.” the office grew stiff, as his eyes gave her a look over. “You don’t know the big guys,” he flicked the butt, “You don’t want to know them,” “I told him I would get the money,” a stream of smoke left the cigarette flying behind, as his fist caved in to the only thing dividing them, a cracked glass desk. A gift that he could never replace. Her eyes widened, gaping at the damage. “Shut. The. Fuck, Up.” he pronounced every word carefully. “If the money is not delivered to me personally by next week,” something cool rubbed her chin. She didn’t have to guess what. “My eyes will be the last thing you look in to.” “Beck-” her throat caved. “Beckett won’t be able to save your ass. He’ll be too busy worrying about his own,” Honor slowly backed away, boots crunching over fallen picture frames, and broken vases. “Clean this shit up. You’re host wouldn’t approve of a messy office .” “It’s by the big rock,” Baby eyed the large gun at the man’s side. His beard was scruffy like rug, but not as black as rug.
Mommy told him about people like him. Big people, little people, mean people, and nice people. She told him about a man. A man would one day become Baby, a boy. A woman once was a girl. She told him about all types of people and genders. But what Mommy never told him was how to act when he’d come across one. “Do you have another name?” the man pulled his beanie further down on his forehead. His lips were crackly from the white sugar. “Not that Baby isn’t a great name already.” Baby paused in his tracks to gawk at a couple of fish beneath the layer of frozen water,” Woah,” he mouthed. “What are they?” “Fish? There fish.” Baby grinned from ear to ear. “You’ve never seen a fish?” “I ate a fish,” he replied pointing to food chomper. “I guess fish never seen me either. Hi,” Baby waved at them frantically. “Have they ever seen a boy?” the man pulled the gun strap higher on his shoulder. “I don’t know,” his eyes squinted north. “We close?” “ No. I still have to get to know you a little better,” Baby carried on. “You know...” the blonde women, barely dressed in a bra wouldn’t quit treating his body as a poll. Her blue eyes locked on to his own as a long draw of smoke left his lips, “ Russian clubs are usually a hit,”
Honor, on the other hand, was gladly taking the attention from the brunette, locking lips every second or so. “Somehow I’m not as impressed. Not even the strobe lights strobe” Beckett twisted his lips. The music vibrated so violently, the ground shook. “Wasn’t it your idea to come here?” Honor’s eyes cloudy with daze. “You wanted to relieve some pressure, right? Grab a drink. It wouldn’t hurt to start a conversation.” “I think I want to go to the house alone,” Beckett cleared his throat, completely turning his back on the women. He crossed his arms on the bar, adjusting his glasses. “I want to talk to her alone.” Honor struggled. “I don’t fucking care. As long as she gets our fucking money.” he kissed the stranger again. “I don’t...care…” “I set up another account today,” her voice low, her hands busily removing her heels. She never does this in front of any other clients but Beckett. His appointments were always last, and usually ran late. The average running to at least twelve in the morning. And yes, Veronika used to be bothered. But after he begins bringing in mexican, sometimes vinyl for her record player, somethings are bound to soothe over.
Although today, she senses something is off . “Beckett?” Beckett, eyes focusing on something invisible, blinks about three times before fully coming back to planet earth. Veronika watches as he unbuttons his jacket, something he always does when he comes in. “Everything okay?” “I won’t take up to much of your time,” he barely says, “May I have the reports printed?” Veronika’s lips part to ask again, but she remembers what he is. Business. “Sure,” her fingers began to lifelessly type on the laptop in front of her, she rips her eyes away from his figure, as he helps himself to the coffee dispenser. “It’s probably disgusting. It's been there since the morning.” “It's fine,” he strolls over to her. “I haven’t seen you in six weeks.” he pauses, actually noticing that she replaced the picture of the old man, leaning out of a boat to touch a school of fish, with a pink blossoming flower instead. “How are you?” “I’m fine,” she breathes, “ And you?” Beckett stands beside her, glancing down at her computer. Again, she would never let anyone even get behind her desk, but Beckett. “You’re neighbor left before I walked in,” his knuckles play a rhythm on the wall. “Have a nice night,” he mimicked Mickeal, the branches kiss ass. Oh, and don’t forget rumor starter. He was like a gas, and the president of the branch was the fucking fire that burned you down. “I heard Davis and his client going at it a while ago,” Mickael sips from his juicy juice, juice box like a toddler. Vironika tired not to groan aloud. Lunch was her least favorite time in this godforsaken office. “What did you do?” Tanya smirks to herself. She already knows the answer to that question. No one has seen Davis in a week. “I told Landon,” he crushes the box in his palm, then attempts to toss it in the garbage like he does every day. He misses it of course, like he does everyday. “You suck,” Walbridge flashes that handsome smile, before pressing a cigar to his dark lips. “Even though client relationships aren’t permitted, I would never snitch on someone.” he looks at Vironika perhaps for backup, but she unconsciously looks away. Her palms grow sweaty when nerves kick in. Why was the conversation picking up now? Just after last night? The night Beckett decided that it was a great time storm in to her office, removing his jacket. Not the same way he usually does. Not at the front of the room beside the door, but chest to chest with her . His heart was racing like he ran there. “Did you feel it?” he asks, referring to a week prior. Veronika can smell his colon. It's not heavy. It’s perfect. His eyes search her’s for any form of consent. “I felt i-” his lips are already crashing in to hers. His fingers cupping her chin. Now, six weeks later, he stands head resting on the wall. She stops typing and turns to stare at him. His fingers still drum. “We can’t,” she no longer smells the colon. Has is been that long? “It’s been a long week,” His deep voice whispers. Something that she believed he was incapable of doing. She watches as he slowly kneels on both his knees. Veronika lets out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding in until he wraps his hands around her waist, resting his head in her lap. “I almost died,” he mumbled in German. “Careless bastard,” Veronika presses a soothing hand on top his head. “I didn’t get a word you said,” |
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