Shady

The year is 2100. Half-creatures wander the earth, hated by all of humanity. And for good reason. When the half-creatures first arrived, generations ago, they sought to establish peace and ...

He moved to slam her into the wall. "I'm getting real tired of you. Shut up and give me the money."

"Oh, that's handy," Aeron muttered, taking a step towards him and offering a hand to shake. "Glad to meet you, Robert. I'm clumsy." He smirked at his own joke.

"How far away is it?"

"Where?" he snarled, giving her a rough shake.

"Listen here, you little rat--!" he stormed towards her and grabbed at her hair in an attempt to pull it savagely. "Your money or your life. Make your choice."

Aeron was watching all this with a blank expression on his face and a similar one on his brain. He didn't really understand what was going on, or who these ...

Pratik glanced between them all, then gave one of his notorious smirks that communicated that he was definitely about to get in trouble, and drag everyone around him into it, ...

"Where's the rest of it?" the head oaf snarled, brandishing his sword as he glowered at her threateningly.

“That’s fair.”

“That’s fun.” He nodded. “Are you published? Trying to be?”

“Ahh nice. What genres?”

“True that.” Meyer nodded. “So what about when you’re not working? Any hobbies?”

“I disagree,” Meyer said with a little smile. “I see how Sadie slaves over her grading and lesson plans and I’m sure you do the same. Blood, sweat, literal tears ...

Meyer nodded as well, reaching over to take Sadie’s hand and give it a squeeze. “I certainly admire people like you all, though. It’s great to be able to see ...