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Queenie glanced at Bobby, who was wearing the answer to Kira's question on his face like that big ugly bruise he'd gotten the other week. She gave a small roll ...

Queenie was not accepting food here, that was for sure. She'd been poisoned too many times for that, and besides, it was a tried and true fact that she could ...

"Unless you have a better idea," she said, stretching, "I'm not from this stupid little world of yours, remember?" It was bold of her to call this world 'little'. Neverland ...

Queenie shrugged a shoulder, "There have been some coincidences," she offered. A risk, being that vague, but if she said everything was entirely accurate then any future tricks up CB's ...

This sounds really interesting! Unfortunately, I won't be able to join because I've already got a lot on my plate, but I will probably be lurking.

Queenie was back home. In her room. In her bed. She reached up and felt cold metal around her neck. Her heart steadied its beat. Does Julian remember? Her heart ...

The world shifted and glitched, and Queenie grabbed onto Bobby's shoulder. She could care less what happened to the others, but she wanted to keep him close enough to defend ...

Kate gave a satisfied nod and plopped down beside him. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. Poor guy was exhausted. Her sympathy for him quickly drained, though. ...

"It means he's a fast healer and a fucking god , jackass," the ineloquent and bad-with-words, Ms. Kate said with a certain gravelly tone, like a rabid tiger about to ...

She raised an eyebrow. "You done with your little tantrum yet sweety?" She didn't give him time to respond before continuing. "What I did was remove a selfish, life-ruining prick ...

Bobby shook the salt from his borrowed hat and stepped back slightly from Kazimir. He seemed pretty mad right now and Bobby didn't want to be right there. "Are you ...

She pulled her braid over her shoulder and coiled it in her lap, methodically arranging it to keep her hands busy and to keep it out of the way of ...

Sure thing!

Queenie had been gifted a new set of clothes by Mrs. Crowley, " My grandaughter's old things, " she'd said, shaking her head, " They've been here for years and ...

I might have forgotten to actually transfer the profile from a doc to the actual thing and submit it It's submitted now