Belinda Sipling
Stories (4/0)
Uncharted Territory
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, the raven-haired Giselle Williamson found herself disagreeing entirely with that statement as she watched her prisoner take in a ghastly scene on a security recording.
By Belinda Sipling10 months ago in Fiction
On the Right Track
It was the steady rhythm that awakened her. Josette Stone slowly lifted her head from her shoulder and grimaced at the unpleasant interruption. The brunette groaned, slouched into her plush seat and retracted her neck comfortably in between her dress’ puffy white and blue shoulders. As the final touch to the start of another perfect nap, the young woman gently tipped the rim of her elegant hat down. The distance was more than enough to shield her baby blue eyes against any sort of intrusive light.
By Belinda Sipling10 months ago in Fiction
