
hbomba
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Last Login: 13 years ago
Writing Since: 1997
Occupation: Chef
Hobbies: Cats, video games, zombies, comics and ladies though, not necessarily in that order.
Awards: N/A
Number of Stories Written: 3

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(0 votes, average: 0.00 out of 5, rated)__ It had started simple enough: hunt down a toxic under-Fae, deliver the antitoxin and return victorious. Except Lauren was hoofing it through alleys and side streets as Bo chased down Freddy the Frog Fae. Having never seen Bo run at full speed, Lauren had little to prepare her for being left in the dust.




(0 votes, average: 0.00 out of 5, rated)“We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival.” –Winston Churchill __ She was different now. Lauren watched her from across the table as they shared lunch over. Bo’s eyes flicked up from her salad. “What?” she took a forkful into her mouth. Lauren shook her head and met




(0 votes, average: 0.00 out of 5, rated)It had been hours since she had sent the Succubus off to face her destiny and minutes since Dyson called to tell her what had happened on the battlefield. Lauren blinked and suddenly found herself in the car, speeding towards the clubhouse. The Camaro was in the laneway, engine still ticking with effort. She opened
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