Novels by Initforthespooks

I snapped out of it mid fall, like a fog had suddenly been cleared from my mind. A blood-curdling scream tore through my throat as I scrunched myself up into the fetal position. What the hell am I doing? Why on Earth would I jump, and in front of Emory? I’m going to die! The feeling of impending doom grew the closer I got to the water- which was pretty fast considering I was going at terminal velocity off of a hundred foot cliff in a dress and heels. I braced for impact as my body plunged into the freezing cold waters. My face and skin stung as the water met each other, like when you cannonball into a swimming pool. The stinging only lasted for a second before subsiding. Okay, I survived the initial fall. If I can get to the surface fast enough, maybe I won’t die from hypothermia. The moonlight illuminated what was under the water well (like when you wake up and check your phone at three am bright well), which was weird and also good because I could see how far I was from the surf

I rapidly blinked my eyes after Mrs. Yoshida’s words registered in my brain. Did I hear that right? “Respectfully Mrs. Yoshida,” Martha started after suddenly jumping out of her seat,” That’s an impossible deadline.” “For you maybe, but not for me.” Veronica said cockily. “If Miss Summers doesn’t think she can meet this deadline, then I can sign a contract with Mrs. Burns right now.” Momoko said in a ‘go ahead, test me’ tone. “N-no!” I blurted out. I quickly regain my composure and put my hand on Martha’s,” I can most definitely get it to you by tomorrow night. I think my CFO here lacks some faith in her boss. I’ve done a lot more in less time.” Mrs. Yoshida nodded her head and gestured towards the conference room door,” Alright. I’m looking forward to seeing what you two come up with. Have a great night everyone.” We all started to file out of the room. I froze after a small yet sharp stinging sensation came from behind. Martha crashed into me after Mr. Yoshida passed by me

“Yes, mmhm. Yup dad, I know. I love you too, now I gotta go” I say into my phone as I gather the last of my things off my desk before leaving for JFK International. “Make sure to call me when you get to the airport, then call again once you board the plane-“ “And call you again once I’ve landed” I say with a heavy sigh. “ Yes dad, I know the drill” my eyes roll as this exact conversation has played out a million times before. “You know we could just text.” “It’s not the same, not as genuine as hearing your voice.” He says in a gruff upset tone, like the little worry wort he is. “Yeah, yeah dad. Listen, I’ve actually got to go now or I’m going to miss my flight!” I nod my head towards the tall, blue eyed, blonde woman with curly hair waiting for me patiently right outside my office. She nods back and starts walking towards the elevators and I follow, my suitcase in tow. “You can’t miss your flight when you’ll be the only one on it. They won’t leave without you.” My father grumbl

Don’t you just hate it when you’re woken up from a deep sleep but have no idea why? This is exactly how Xzavier felt as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. He was irritated, knowing that this would be one of his last peaceful nights of sleep after bringing home his precious newborn daughter, but something had him on edge, what exactly? He didn't know. Xzavier’s instincts told him to keep his eyes closed, so that is what he did. He strained his ears listening for what had woken him up, but all he heard were the light inhales and exhales of his girlfriend lying next to him. Wait… the sound wasn’t coming from beside him on his bed, it was coming from his upper left. Xzavier was confused, why would his body be on such high alert when it was just his girlfriend, the love of his life, moving around the bed? He would soon find out.Xzaviers eyes shot wide open as two small, yet incredibly strong, hands suddenly found themselves wrapped around his neck. His girlfriend was straddled on t

“There you are. I was wondering where you had wandered off too.” Elliot said as he came and sat right next to me on the bed. I scooted over as I brought a hand to my chest, it felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest and start running a marathon. “Are you alright?” “Yeah,” I paused as it all replayed again in my thoughts,” just a weird dream.” A wet dream where you kissed the stranger that saved you. “Sorry for waking you. I can leave if you want to go back to sleep.” “No, I’m okay. Besides, I think this is your room and your bed. I’ll return it to you now,” I try to stand up on my own, but the pain from my ankle causes me to lose my balance. I fall and Elliot suddenly catches me and we both go back on the bed. A nervous chuckle escapes me as I mentally chastise myself for being so embarrassing. “Are you sure? It isn’t a problem.” I nod my head and he helps me up. “Back to the couch it is.” When we finally made it back downstairs, Elliot brought me a mug of hot

The crushing impact I was expecting never came. I looked down at my dangling feet, the ground as it turns out was quite a-ways-away, then up to the large and strong hand wrapped around my non injured wrist, The rain falling from the sky into my eyes screwed up my vision, but I saw the blurred blob of a young man with short black hair. He looked to be muscular... and naked. A strange burning, yet pleasurable, tingle shot through my body as our skin made contact. Wind rushed past my ears as he hoisted me up and scooped me into his large, firm, arms. The frozen sensation that had overtaken my limbs melted away as his body heat warmed me up. I could hear his frantically beating heart in his chest as I leaned my head onto his peck. “What- What about the mudslide?” I questioned softly as a sudden tiredness overcame me. My savior said nothing as he just looked down at me and just smirked. I could’ve sworn it felt like he had jumped off the very edge he had saved me from as I couldn’t

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I mumble out loud as I force myself to keep running, not even stopping as sharp branches slap my face as I run through them. Luckily for me, the freezing rain numbed the hell out of my face and hands. The sound of fallen branches and twigs snapping in half echoed behind me, which meant that my pursuer was still behind me. The mud is slippery and makes it hard to keep good friction between the soles of my feet and the forest floor. I’m surprised I haven’t fallen and gotten devoured by whatever feral animal is chasing me yet. My lungs burn and muscles ache, but the adrenaline pumping in my system allows me to keep pushing my bodily limits. It’s good to know that when in a fight or flight situation I’ll choose flight, keep it in handy for next time. So, you’re probably wondering how I’ve gotten myself into quite the pickle, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’m also currently wondering the very same thing. My guess? A certain, special, talent of getting stuck in bad sit