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A mighty fine life.

July 23, 2015
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Turning, Returning

Turning, Returning | 35,000 words | October 2014 Life is dangerous enough for an omega, let alone one with blue eyes — which no one told Jackson before he left for London. After eight years on his own, Jackson is … Continue reading

March 31, 2013
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Untitled Nonsense

Untitled | March 2013 | 750 words Stiles blinked. Any time Danny wanted to talk to him was pretty exciting, but the fact that Danny was looking really entertained and Jackson was looking down at Danny‚Äôs tablet and snickering did … Continue reading

March 3, 2013
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Fathers and Monsters

Fathers and Monsters | February 2013 | 16,000 words Chris Argent has always considered himself an honorable man. He follows the Code, and he only let himself become the kanima’s master so he’d be able to stop the killing. Read … Continue reading

January 12, 2013
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Thanks For Nothing

Thanks For Nothing | January 2013 | 8,000 words Jackson is not a nice person and he doesn’t do nice things. So when he finds out Danny has a thing for Stiles, he definitely doesn’t try to get them together. … Continue reading

November 17, 2012
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Here at the End of All Things

Here at the End of All Things | October 2012 | 25,000 words Stiles could still remember Derek with a slave collar, so much younger: his face contorted with pain when he couldn’t change on the full moon, his hand … Continue reading