The mountain air was thick with summer; woodsmoke curled from Jack’s outdoor firepit, dancing between the trees like…
The morning air was sharp with citrus and damp from early sprinklers. Somewhere outside, the garden was being…
The soft hum of jazz drifted through the penthouse as the sun dipped toward evening. Gold and rose…
Nova‘s heart raced as she crept stealthily through the darkness towards Mr. Whyte’s house. The young high school…
You don’t get to touch me.You get to kneel. And if you’re lucky, I’ll look down at you…