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Six Sentence Sunday 03.31.24

Is it me you're looking for? Yes, I know I've been M.I.A. for a bit, but you guys I'm really trying to upper level adult here. I have decided I'm going to buy a house. So I have hired a realtor and have started the process. When my lease is up again, I WILL be moving into my home.

Let's see if I remember how to set one of these up!

Original post 03/31/24 at 8:02PM EST

Chapter 9: Riley Brooks's Day Off

The Series: Life of Riley Book 2

The Book: TRR

Pairings: Liam x Riley (Liam x F!MC)

Status: Still in the writing process

Since the challenges Constantine had been coming up with weekly for the suitors were getting a lot of publicity for the crown, the suitors met weekly for a meeting with a PR specialist to make sure they had the crown’s best interests in everything they did. They also passed out weekly itineraries of what the Suitors would be doing. Did it ever reveal any events they would be participating in? No, but that their sponsor would be revealing the new task and prize for that week."

Riley thumbed through the itinerary, once than again looking confused.

“Is something wrong Lady Riley?”

“Jenna, my booklet seems to be missing a page. I have nothing for Friday’s itinerary .”

“Actually no you’re not. None of you are. Since I've just been brought into this role, I know you ladies are going through a lot being thrust into the public eye in this magnitude. Lady Riley, you for example, you are coming to us from America and have no experience with dealing with the nobility on a daily basis, and are completely learning how to navigate court successfully from scratch. I recognize this to be quite the experience. The potential reward of all of this is indescribable, but you all need breathing moments for mental and physical wellbeing. We are building in “off days” to your schedule to do what you want with it, a recharge day of sorts, or a mental health day if you will.”

“Well if you’re weak you need days off. I will spend my time training.” Olivia chimed in.

“If that is how you want to spend your day Olivia, there are no wrong answers, it’s free to do whatever you want, as long as you enjoy it.”

That evening:

“Of course, you would have an off day when I’m out of the country.” Liam sounded genuinely disappointed.

“I know I thought about that too.”

“Take it as an opportunity Riley, do some exploring, sleep in a little bit, we both know you like your sleep. Relax. You know, life moves really fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

“You’re completely right Liam. Thanks.”

“Sounds like you have a plan.”

“I do.”

When she hung up with him, she called Maxwell.

“What’s up Little Blossom?”

“I need your help.”

WIP 2

Part 3: Spice Spice Baby

Series: Not officially one: Previous Parts include: Cinnamon Spice and Everything Nice

The Book: TRR

Pairings: Liam x Bebe (Liam x F!OC)

Status: Still in the writing process

I have never required that much sleep. There has always been something so peaceful about the world at night for me. I glanced at her once more before getting out of bed. She was soundly sleeping and didn’t even stir from her slumber as I rose. A good mattress will do that, and honestly I think she needed the rest. I slipped on my pajama pants and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Night time was when I did my best thinking, and the thought crossed my mind that the two of us would be able to pull off this ruse with my coworkers. Bebe really did seem invested to make “us work.” Or maybe she was invested in the paycheck.

“Was my snoring keeping you awake?”

Bebe was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, resting her hip on the frame, her robe loosely tied.

“You don’t snore.”

“And you,” she gently tapped my nose with her pointer finger, “are a liar.”

“I wasn’t lying, I didn’t hear you snoring, or if you were, you weren’t disturbing me.”

“Why are you up, Liam?”

“Why are you up, Bebe?”

She quirked her eyebrow at me, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I rarely sleep through the whole night, I’m always up for a bit.”

“Why?”

Her stare from across the room was almost piercing my soul.

“Therapist was not one of your duties I'm paying you for in our contract.”

She looked surprised, but more importantly, hurt by my remark. In a split second I had turned her into a business arrangement that she was a prostitute, that I was paying for a service.

“Oh, well you’re paying me a handsome sum, therefore I feel like I should be anything you need me to be at the moment. I’ll just….”

I had hurt her feelings, and snapped at her, and I didn’t even know why, and the look in her eyes, I didn’t want to ever see that again.

“Life.” I called out to her before she was out of the room. Bebe immediately stopped and turned to face me.

“I can relate to that. Do you mind if I just sit up with you for a bit then?”

“No, not at all.”

Bebe settled into the couch next to me. She didn’t say a word, but I found her silence and non-judgment strangely comforting.

WIP 3

Part 4

Series: The Vampires Live On

The Book: TRR

The Pairing: Liam x Riley (in this decade Gabriel x Alice in the past)

Status: Still in the writing process

“We’re here.”

“I really didn’t think it would be this clean here. I know what you said, but looking at the other graves along the way here, I expected the same condition.”

“You know, I can be very persuasive, and keeping in contact as the groundskeeper’s changed over the years, very important in this. “

“I didn’t think they would be buried side by side.”

“Because that didn’t matter here, and since he died, protecting the two of you, his family wanted nothing to do with him.”

“Poor Max. He was such a good sweet guy. What we were, or not completely, never mattered to him.”

I placed the small flower arrangement into the vase at his grave.

“I have missed you dear friend,”

“I’m going to give you some time alone with your sister and friend.”

“You can stay.”

“No, I’ve been with you for an eternity, you have not had any time with her or him since that night. I want you to have some time alone with them. You deserve that.”

“Thank you, Liam.”

Even though the space around her grave was clean, I found myself picking up and pushing the few leaves and debris away to make her area more pristine.

I sat down in the grass in front of her grave and closed my eyes, letting the emotions of finally being here with her again wash over me.

“Hi Clara. I have missed you so much.”

WIP 4

Chapter 17: Finale Part 4: The Wedding

Series: The Rotten Apple 🍎

The Book: TRH & Beyond

Pairings: Eleanor x Nico (Elle x M!OC) / Liam x Riley

Status: Still in the writing process

Final exams for Liberty had ensured that she wouldn’t be able to come to Greece early to take part in some of the pre-wedding festivities that Elle had planned. Elle felt guilty that Liberty would be missing her graduation from the Crown Academy to come to her wedding; her father had wanted to pull some strings for Liberty, but Elle declined, citing the importance of her education, though she did want her there.

Elle smiled as she panned the camera around the back yard.

"I really wish I was there Ellie."

"I really wish I was there. Libby! Look at you in your cap and gown. Father and I stepped away for a bit to watch the live feed of the baccalaureate."

"Thanks Ellie."

"For what?"

"Just making an effort. I can't wait to see you and everyone."

“Does that include Michail? He looked so sad when I told him you would not be here tonight.”

A slow smile crept over Liberty’s face.

“He looks sad?”

Elle laughed, “You’re clearly not about that.”

“Did he dance with any other girls?”

“Just one.”

“Who?”

Elle’s smile widened.

“Only me, when he could pull me away from Nico, all he talked about was you. He really likes you Libby.”

“You think so?”

“I know so, and he can’t wait to see you tomorrow and neither can I.”

“Neither can I!”

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The Vampires Live On: Part 3

This is part 3 of The Vampires Live On, that started out as a story I wrote as a teen that has evolved into so much more.

Please feel free if you’re stumbling across this part, and are curious to see what’s happened so far, check out

Part 1 and Part 2

I am participating in @choicesflashfics prompt #3: You know I don’t have the self control for that” which will appear in bold.

The Book: TRR Pairings: Liam x Riley in this decade. (Gabriel x Alice) in the past Word Count: 1810 Warnings and Ratings: Mention of Character death: Rating: Teen Summary: Liam and Riley go back to Riley’s hometown.

Song Inspirations:

Friday I’m in Love: The Cure

Together Again: Janet Jackson

Original Post: 02/25/23 at 11:04PM EST.

I laughed loudly as Liam continued to pepper my face with kisses.

The old couple sitting across from us on the airplane were watching us. I playfully pushed him away from me, wagging my pointer finger at him.

“Liam hands off!”

“Actually it’s not my hands that are touching you right now, it’s my lips.” He leaned into me once more puckering up; I used my hand to stop him, and he kissed my palm that was blocking my face.

“So lips off then!”

“You know I don’t have the self control for that.”

“Indeed you don’t.”

“Besides, I’m madly in love with you and I don’t care who sees or knows. Love is a beautiful thing, and I love my wife.”

Finally the older woman's face softened.

“How long have the two of you been married? You two look very young. You can’t have been married long.”

Amusement danced in Liam’s eyes as he smiled at me, softly kissed my hand.

“It feels like a symphony of many blissful lifetimes rolled up into one. Spending eternity with her is like a dream that I never wish to wake from.”

“Liam….” Now it was my turn to kiss him cuddling closer to him, he wrapped his arms tight around me.

The two of them had been so many people over the years, learning to call each other by the new names they selected, having modified versions of themselves.

Whereas I think I had settled into who I am, forever Alice at my core, Gabriel liked to mix things up. He had a book with pages devoted to each person he had been over the last seven hundred years. The entries of each person read like they were his character bios, a list of traits for each man he was that he would diligently follow for himself, and for the world, myself included.

Of the people he had been while in my company, I have to say I love Liam the most. He is strong yet soft-hearted and romantic, truly the best of both worlds. The old woman was right, though wrong about how old they truly were, but they had not been married long. Though I had been incredibly fond of Gabriel for all of these years, it was when he became Liam that I truly fell in love with him.

When Gabriel became Liam, it showed me another side of himself. It was Liam that proposed to me, and it was Liam that I married after all these years. It was Liam that decided it was time for us to travel back to my home.

A few of our “friends” we had met over the years from other clans made it to the wedding along with some of Gabriel’s family. I wish that Clara and Max could have been there, but part of me feels like she was. Over the years, I feel at times I have felt their presence around me.

We married in a small ceremony less than one year ago.

When we landed it was an hour drive to my old city. I exhaled deeply when we passed into the Lumberton city limits.

“I can’t believe we finally made it here.”

“I know, it’s been a very long time. Longer than I intended Riley, but I made good on my promise.”

“You did.”

“Where would you like to go first?”

“The library. I want to see what articles I can find from around what happened.”

“I figured, good thing I decided to call ahead.”

“How did you know?”

“Because I know you Love."

“Yeah it only took you a few years to get to know me.”

Liam winked. “Only a few.”

When she stepped out of the car, Riley took a deep breath.

“How does this town still smell the same after all these years?”

“What does it smell like to you Riley?”

“Like home.”

Liam held her hand as they walked up to the library counter.

“We’re here to speak with Mrs. Banks.”

“And whom might I let her know is here?”

“Liam, and Riley Brooks-Rys. I spoke to her over the phone a few days ago. She’s expecting us.”

“Yes, she said she was expecting a couple. Let me take you back there.”

My grip tightened on Liam’s hand as we walked down the hallway.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m here. We’re doing all of this together.”

Once the door closed behind them, the lady at the desk acknowledged them with a smile.

“Please have a seat.”

Mrs’s Banks' eyes drifted between the two of them before resting on Riley for a moment.

“Historical mysteries also bring out interesting people investigating them, and we have had our share of them over the years, but it looks like the two of you might have some answers.”

“What do you mean?”

“The resemblance is striking.”

“What resemblance?”

“There is only one photograph of the sisters, and you look exactly like them. Rumor has it the body of Alice Hughes was never recovered. Looks like somehow she miraculously survived the ordeal, because I have to be looking at her Great, great great, grand daughter right now.”

She held out the photograph that appeared to be a news article clipped and preserved within the frame.

“May I see that please?”

Glancing down at the picture, I didn’t even remember it being taken, but there we were, almost a year before the incident, smiling in our costumes. I traced Clara’s picture, my eyes filling with tears.

“You look almost exactly like them.”

I didn’t know what to say. Moments like this on the fly I had never been good with, and Liam jumped in immediately for the assist.

“My wife was orphaned at a young age and wanted to know more about her family lineage. She did genetic testing, and her genetics confirmed she has strong ties to this area, so I did a little research, which brought me to this mystery. And for a wedding gift, we have flown here to do more investigation, maybe shed a little light on her family's past. "

He continued softly in a voice Mrs. Banks could no longer hear.

It’s okay to be speechless right now.”

I couldn’t speak, so I only nodded in affirmation.

“That’s a beautiful sentiment, one should know where they come from, and visit with their past from time to time, to know where you’re going in the future.”

“I wholeheartedly agree.”

“There are several articles published after the incident happened. You know how to use a card catalog right?”

Liam laughed. “Yes we do.”

She handed Liam the sheet with the article numbers on them.

“The articles are on microfilm, located in our mezzanine.”

“We can handle a microfilm machine as well. Thank you very much for having the information I requested.”

“You’re welcome. I hope that you find what you are looking for Mrs. Rys.”

Alone in the mezzanine Liam still spoke in a whisper.

“What were you thinking when you saw that picture, Alice?”

“I thought it was the first time I’ve seen her face, in so long where it wasn’t a part of my dreams.”

“But….”

“I know what you’re going to say. We were identical twins. We looked the same. But I don’t see her when I look at myself, I never did. I only see myself. So seeing her for the first time in a very long time is nice, because I have missed her, so very much.”

“I know you do.”

The articles that were written in that time period did not shed much light on the people that attacked us that night, only that they were criminals.

The articles theorized my whereabouts, that I was taken, I was dead, or sacrificed in some satanic ritual, as one of the men was torn limb from limb, which had to be Liam’s doing. There was nothing more to find at the library.

I wanted to go to the place where it happened.

A portion of the wooded area was still there.

“I was wondering would the woods still be here.”

“It still smells the same to you here as well?”

“Pretty much. It smells rich and sweet at the same time.”

Vivid memories of Clara flooded my mind of her, Max, and I walking home talking and laughing.

In the midst of the forest, in the very spot were, was a patch of wild flowers.

“What is this? Did someone plant these?”

“No, it appears this area is considered a community reserve now, because of these wildflowers that are growing here, that are not native to this area, and only grow here, in this very spot.”

“In the very spot… where me and my sister died. It’s Clara. It has to be. She loved flowers. Max would pick flowers for her all the time, and the more haphazard they were, she loved them even more.”

“Then we must get flowers before our last stop this evening.”

“I feel her here. I feel me here, at least who I was.”

“It was a very powerful moment. You can still feel the love the two of you had for each other. It is imprinted on this area, that spot. I will never forget how I felt the moment after you took your last mortal breath.”

“Seeing the two of you lying there, feeling the love the two of you had for each other, was beautiful. But there was something else.”

“What?”

“Sadness. There was this overwhelming feeling of sadness. Your sister was sad, but not for herself, but for you, and the life she wanted you to have, that she had willingly given her life for you to have.”

“But I lived.”

“Not the mortal life you were supposed to.”

“But I still lived, Gabriel. I have never regretted my choice.”

“Not after all of these years? Giving up mortality, motherhood? Even something simple as growing old?”

“Gabriel… that was not the life I was meant to have, because if it was, what happened that night would have never happened to me, my sister, to Max. We would have all had a different life.”

I took Gabriel’s hands in mine.

“With you, I had a different life. I’ve had multiple lifetimes. I’ve traveled the world, and seen its beauty and different cultures, something I would have never been able to do given my station allotted to me by birth. I am thankful you decided to come into the pub that night, and more grateful that you heard me cry for help. I have no regrets. Part of me wishes Clara would have been here and could have been saved that night, but she loved Maxwell so much, even though she never said it to him, but I knew, and I believe he knew it too. I think she would have died of a broken heart without him. So it was right for the two of them to be reunited right away.”