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Cold CaseHe had been looking at this case for years, and finally he had a lead. Racing downtown, Bill Hardcase had his mind set on one destination. Those taunting letters were this crooks downfall. It took him a long time, but finally he matched the handwriting.
What an idiot.
Not caring that he needed a warrant, Bill kicked open the door to Richard Crosskey's house, startling the man.
Bill smirked, holding up one of the letters that had been sent in to the police, "I love how you dot your I's." he said sarcastically.
The mans eyes widened, suddenly pulling out a gun and pressing the trigger almost instantly.
The bullet skimmed Bill's cheek, blood trickling down the side of his face as he brought out his own gun.
The chase was on.
Lord Dimitri MasterfulPale blue eyes watched the two twin boys she was teaching; the youngest of the Masterful children. She enjoyed teaching them because they were always so full of life and it reminded her of her own dreams.
She found herself wondering about the eldest son of this family; Dimitri Masterful - She had never met him. He was the only one in this house she was not acquainted with because he was always sent on business from his father.
She'd heard great things about him; he was tall, handsome and he was an honourable man, even at the young age of 21.
After a few more hours, the class was finished and Violet began packing away. She was interrupted by the door suddenly opening. She thought it was one of the boys who had forgotten something. She was half right, it was one of the masters sons; the one she had been daydreaming about not long ago.
Emerald eyes shone, the brunette male offering her a dimpled smile that made her heart beat flutter. "Oh, I beg your pardon." he said softly "I thoug
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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