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No Life Kid 13B
“First course is served.” The voice filled the room as Zander’s sniper-wielding butler materialized with said course in both hands, a silver tureen in his hands like it was a holy relic or something. “Roasted butternut squash with crème fraîche.” Walter glided around the table, near frictionless in a pair of polished black Oxfords. Uhh-huh….
No-Life Kid 17
The white lines of the interstate blurred as they raced past, devolving into a single strobing ribbon under the BMW’s wheels. The speedometer remained constantly on the verge of threatening triple digits, the driver too casual for a speed that she wouldn’t survive. One hand rested on the leather-wrapped wheel, the other tapping a beat…
No Life Kid 11
Wow. He clicked his tongue, sunglasses sliding down his nose as his eyes roamed the walls and decor. The movies… the movies held back, honestly. With the context that vampires lived here, the Cullen estate made perfect sense once you took your first step inside. I mean, like go full gothic with it at his…
No Life Kid 4B
“The Quileutes… we have legends…” By the time the sky darkened properly over First Beach, the bonfire finally roared to life as everyone gathered around the pit as it cast its flickering orange lights across all their faces to match the setting sun. Jacob Black, despite being the youngest of everyone here, took center stage. …
No-Life Kid III
“Rasta maaaan, how’s it going?” It was a good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because Zander’s eye roll would’ve been visible from orbit. “S’all good, Kenny.” He tossed a wave over his shoulder as the senior in the letterman jacket yelled something across the hallway that Zander didn’t bother even paying attention to, not even…
No Life Kid I
The wall of television screens flickered behind reinforced glass, twenty-four identical news anchors moving their mouths in perfect synchron The wall of television screens flickered behind reinforced glass, twenty-four identical news anchors moving their mouths in perfect synchronization. The volume bled through the storefront window, each word arriving in staggered waves. “…fourth victim discovered on…