Tag: Agent Taylor

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Chapter 01

November 20th There was a hand on her face. Magnolia felt herself waking, ready to attack whoever had managed to catch her off-guard and- The hand was familiar. Fingers she would have known, even with total amnesia. Knuckles that had bruised her countless times, dragging her further and further towards fighting fit and able to uphold the tenants of her… Read more →

Mirrorshades - Book #3.

58 – The Love Story

Taylor had- Magnolia whirled around, the walls of her bedroom seeming to swim, to become nothing but an indiscernible pink swirl. Nothing made sense. Everything made sense. Taylor had tried to kill Mimosa. Taylor had tried to execute a mistake, and now Ryan- She stopped spinning, slammed her hands against the wall, and crashed onto her bed, unable to breathe.… Read more →

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55 – Hair’s Breadth

November 20th Stef stared, tears running down her face as Taylor tied a bandage around his arm. Confusion bit into the fear, hanging on like a mosquito, calming her enough to wonder about the act – she couldn’t see any blood, and she hadn’t been able to hurt him. The act was keeping his attention away from her, though, so… Read more →

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54 – Expected Danger

November 20th Taylor kept his eyes on the punching bag. Whitman was pacing around his gym, only visible when he wasn’t looking. Mimosa was sitting on the bleachers, rolling her head from side to side, seemingly content to let Whitman be the active one. He closed his eyes, and continued to count his punches, the blows doing nothing to calm… Read more →

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51 – Winding Down

November 19th Magnolia felt the air whupf out of her lungs as she hit the floor for the third time, a foot on her stomach, and a fist inches from her face. ‘You’re slow today,’ Taylor chided, opening his fist, grabbing the front of her dress and hauling her to her feet. ‘Sorry sir,’ she said, requiring her hair back… Read more →

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50 – Training

November 19th When the red digital letters on her bedside clock informed her that it was four AM, she rose, closed her workbook, and slipped into the bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower, the water warm immediately. She pulled her hair from the loose bun she’d tied, and the warm water soak her, drowning out… Read more →