I’m completely dead. You remember the last time I was here after a big day, and Larkins was all “You look like shit dude” and
His name is Kusata. And he has me trapped in a dark supply closet with him. It’s the only way I’m surviving my encounter with
I run around the Japanese mafia headquarters with the grace of an enraged goose. All action, no thought. My arms are trapped behind my back
In a makeshift cell, AKA just some storage closet mostly cleared of supplies, a young Morgan Harding sits there in a chair, in three pairs
I’m… somewhere. In some large, windowless building that’s decorated with fake Edo Period prints and tacky samurai suits of armor everywhere. There’s a katana on
All it took was another phone call. I didn’t even have to say anything, just call and hang up as soon as she connected, and
I got a request this week: Please vote for ATL on Royal Road. There’s a new ranking system involving votes, a lot like Top Web
Story Shout-Out: If you haven’t read Salvos yet, you really should! I also recommend posting comments throughout the entire novel, asking the author about when the Salvos
I wake up with the front door getting kicked in. The police barge into my apartment, open the blinds, and stand right over me. They
I’m walking down a nighttime city street with Hope Winters, a celebrity politician and one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met in person.