Katya Dee

Uh... I have no idea why this popped up in new stories... I've been editing stuff lately, since I want to turn each book into an epub file, but I haven't been re-publishing anything, only saving. I might have done something, so instead of saving, it re-published it...? But I'm telling ya -- it wasn't me, it was the one-armed man!! Btw, I now have Specter's Gamble in an epub form. I don't know if it's against the rules to post links/downloadable files here, so if anyone's interested, I'll send it to you

A green-eyed man watched the young man scrub the kitchen counter with envious dedication. Finally, the man hemmed and rummaged through his pockets until he found a hair band in one of them. He pulled his long black hair into a ponytail and swiftly wrapped the hair band around it. “You don’t have to do that, you know,” he said, and the young man glanced at him above his shoulder. “I know,” he nodded with a small smile. “I want to though... You and Gabriel both have jobs, and I just sit on

Because.

- XXVIII - “It’s almost midnight,” Max said after he finished his countless coffee refill. “You’d better drive me back... Told you not to pick me up,” he let out a crooked smile. “Would’ve saved yourself a trip...” Leon hemmed at that and pushed away his cup, gesturing for the waiter. “Remember how I said that I had an agenda?” he asked in a low voice after he handed the waiter his credit card and the bill. “I’ll pay for my half...” Max started saying when the waiter wal

No, not this time

No, no, it's not Knox. I won't say any more, but it's definitely not Knox.

- XXVII - Stratos hated this. This city, this weather, this hotel, this goddamn concert – he hated it. All of it. The only thing he wanted to do right now was to go home and file a hell of a report at the nearest militia house. He wouldn’t kill that son of a bitch himself, but he’d be damned if he simply let him go. He almost did it here, but then decided against it – he didn’t have enough time. The minute they got back home, however, it’s going to be an entirely different story. He d

Feedback would be awesome!

- XXVI - He was by his room when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out, looked at the screen, sighed, and pushed the Talk button. “What?” he asked tiredly after he pressed the phone against his ear. “You awake?” the phone asked quickly, and he sighed again. “No,” he said. “I am sleeping. You are talking to my clone. What?” he asked again after the phone made a semi-embarrassed sound. “You in the hotel?” the phone asked in the same quick manner.

As if you still had doubts about that

- XXV - “Oh, God, Stratos...! Stratos, don’t stop...! Oh, God, yes...!” Leon let out a low growl when he heard those words scream in his head yet again, and signaled for another drink. He was determined to get filthy drunk as soon as possible, and by now, he didn’t care if he would, in fact, pass out in the middle of the street. This would be his drink number four, and to his dark frustration, he was still very much sober. Suddenly, he thought about Katherine and about the nig

Oh god yes.

She is not the sister -- the sister's name is Loreya. ↑ What he said. Of course, there is no way she could possibly have an agenda...