UndercoverIt took a few seconds for Aryn to realize that the shrill beeping sound was not a part of his dream. He opened his eyes to stare at the com-cube on the desk, the name Nikola glared back at him in neon red letters. Of course. Only Nikola was sadistic enough to call him this early. He reached for the cube and pressed the green button to accept the call.Undercover by Daemon-Asmodeus
The call connected and while her image was blurred, her voice, with her strange accent, came through loud and clear. His sister, Hallie, had given him one of the older models because she thought it would have been easier for him to use. It was more of an annoyance now.
“Good mornin’ boss. What do I owe for the pleasure of this call?” he yawned.
“It’s for your first assignment, actually.”
This got his attention. He’d been an official HellHound for a month now, but had yet to receive an assignment. He sat up quickly, leaning in closer to the com-cube as if it would help him hear her better. “I
Wasted Talent Kelrine couldn’t sleep. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. It was her second month on Runnicai and she was beginning to regret this decision. There was too much here; too much noise, too many people and too many distractions.Wasted Talent by Daemon-Asmodeus
She couldn’t tell her husband though. Jalas had already made the decision after they argued over it for so long. He would be more than disappointed if she told him she was still unhappy.
She slid from beneath the covers and kissed her sleeping husband. She pulled on a pair of leggings beneath her night dress and covered her shoulders with a robe. Perhaps a walk to the park and back would clear her head.
The park was only a few blocks from their domicile and would be the perfect place for family picnics when she and Jalas decided it was time to start of family. Assuming nothing went wrong between now and then.
It wasn’t as though she hated Adustrum. On the contrary, she loved the utopian pla