Mizzle

Captain Clare Davies: There were many tasks to be completed--cabins searched, injured crewmembers tended to, dead bodies to cover--but all the Captain really wanted to do was kiss Turtle. What's ...

Captain Clare Davies: "You were going to kill him yourself. He's already dead. I know you wanted to kill him, but he's already dead and there's nothing you can do ...

Captain Clare Davies: Dammit. Dammit all. Her brother was dead. She knew it was going to have to happen since she'd been the one to attack his ship, but it ...

Captain Clare Davies: "Shall we wound her first?" Turtle was unsure, but there was an air of confidence to his voice. From the corner of her eye, the Captain watch ...

Captain Clare Davies: The only thought on Clare Davies mind was this: We've arrived. Not exactly matching what everyone else was thinking--not at all. The whole crew had been called ...

Cassandra Trestice: Cassandra Trestice was usually the one throwing the party--because everyone knew that no one could party like a Trestice. It was a given. She was the best party-thrower ...

**No problem and sorry for being...yeah. I just think it'll be better if you read it yourself, Fox.**

**Fox, I seriously suggest reading it.**

Cassandra Trestice: Maybe she'd learned it from her mother, but Cassandra Trestice knew the art of being beautiful. Subtly, she reapplied a glossy coat of pink lip-gloss on her already ...

Cassandra Trestice: They thought they had won. Oh, how they were wrong. Cassandra turned Jessie and Mitch, as well as three other rich kids and two skaters that had stayed ...

Cassandra Trestice: Glaring daggers was something she'd learned to do long before coming to America. She was, at the moment, glaring daggers at the female dog who'd just pinned her ...

Cassandra Trestice: Cass Trestice didn't walk. She strutted. Strutting her way over to where Mitchel had just finished yelling at his female dog sister, Macey--the one who had knocked Cass ...

Cassandra Trestice: Crap. Crap, crap, crap! Cassandra cried out in pain, and at once, all eyes were on her. At this moment though, the thought was barely uplifting. That female ...

Cassandra Trestice: Two hundred thirty-seven: the number of glances she'd gotten from boys in the last hour and a half she'd spent at the skate park, riding the biggest ramps ...

Cassandra Trestice: Taking a deep breath in, she looked at the beautiful scene before her. Well, beautiful to her; her mother would probably find Brinfield as one of the most ...