AgentSpud_008

#7 in employee#190 in Hidden#285 in Mafia--"Mr Amadio is ready for you now, if you'd like to just enter here," she informs."Okay, thank you."The door is pinned with a glass sign embossed with the gold letters 'LUCA AMADIO'. As Rosalie pushes it open and gestures for me to enter, I don't allow myself to hesitate before stepping in.The excess of open space is the first thing I notice. The very air in here seems changed, and an enticing scent of rosewood and something warm and tingly lingers in the air. Organised shelves of documents adorn the walls, a clean black shade that contrasts with the pearly tones of the walls. The carpeted floor is a constant beige, and as my gaze follows it up the centre of the room, I finally take in the unnecessarily large desk that sits before a spotless window just as unnecessarily large. My eyes lift up a few inches further to my interviewer, and I instantly feel assaulted as I meet his unreadable stare. Instantly, a deep pink floods my face. Sharp features and an angular jaw face me, calculating gaze scanning me up and down. One hand strokes the short stubble dancing across his chin as he contemplates my presence. Dark eyes framed by enviously thick eyelashes scrape their way up to meet my startled ones. So much so for my talent of restraining my blush. I clear my throat, willing away the flustered feeling so uncharacteristic to me, and introduce myself with a smile. "Good afternoon, I am-""I know who you are, Sylvie-Anne Roberts."Initially, I'm taken-aback by the Italian twang laced through his words.Then, I register the deep, smooth, tone of his voice.And eventually, I realise that he knows my full name, even though I only ever go by 'Sylvie Roberts'. --Began: 11th April 2018Completed:Cover: @rainouts…

AgentSpud_008

#1 in Wanted#4 in SmokingShe shrinks against the wall as I lean close to her ear, pressing my lower body against hers and holding down her arms with my hands, "Never. Ever. Try and hide something from me again. The day you start to think that hiding something from my gang is okay is the day I throw you out of here. And I promise you, you will not survive."She goes ice cold as she turns so her back is to the wall and instead her front is pressed against mine. Confusion is painted over her face as she narrows her eyes, "W-what? Why wouldn't I survive?">>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<

AgentSpud_008

Family tragedy has shaped her into a driven, independent young woman, but in pursuit of her ballet dream, she must realise that life's more than a solo performance.(NaNoWriMo 2019)…

AgentSpud_008

#1 enough#1 notenough#3 in lifelessons#15 relatable"They say you regret the things you didn't do more than the things you did do in life," I whisper, glad that I can still form a coherent sentence with him so abnormally close to me.I would barely have to extend my arm halfway to touch him. I become painstakingly aware of every movement, watching his dark eyelashes flutter with every blink.He moves impossibly closer, eyes still concentrated on my lips. I swallow anxiously, forgetting how to breathe. "Well thank fuck for that," he mutters, before a hand against the back of my neck pulls us together.---Never put effort into anything, I told myself. It will never help you. It will never beat those around you. You will never be competition for those geniuses. You will never be wanted by anyone in your life because there's always someone better than you. You will never amount to anything. You will never be good enough.I will never be good enough.And then I met Slater.Began: 2nd September 2016Completed: 9th April 2018 (+585 days)…

AgentSpud_008

#1 in Innerbeauty#17 in ugly#56 in FirststoryFallon looks in the mirror and sees flaky skin, dull eyes, and hair the colour of mud. No matter what products she uses or how often she washes, she remains unappealing and zombie-like. This is the witch-craft of Brooks, an old, degrading witch with a magnificent cackle - AKA, Fallon's mother. She locked a curse on Fallon which would make her seem ugly to herself but not to others, all because she was jealous of her daughter's youth. Consequently, Fallon hides herself in hoodies and baggy shirts. After all, she knows she's the ugly duckling and doesn't want to torture other people who have to lay eyes on her. If this is the case, however, why does one girl in particular strive to become her friend even after seeing Fallon minus the barriers of clothing? Did she see the ugly duckling as the swan she was inside?And maybe, just possibly, with a boy causing a few drops of love to be added to the cauldron, Fallon's twisted potion of a life could become complete.Began: 22nd March 2015Completed: 23rd January 2016 (+306)Cover credit: biaswrecker_tae…