MaximeVaughan
The Jack of all trades may have fun, but it never lasts.
Samantha Caruso has always lived between a rock and a hard place, if the rock was her life and the hard place was... well, her life too.
She tried it all. Different jobs, different fields, she even got a license to regularly teach how to sail at one point, but nothing had worked for her.
"You'll find your thing." Is what her brother used to say her. Not that Ricky had found his thing. He and her were the same after all. All the drive, all the talent, and still no direction.
So when it comes down to it, not only Sam finds herself grieving but also in need to renegotiate herself.
The Master of One is always prepared, still it's never enough.
Rowan Vale deemed himself a simple guy, although guy wasn't the correct term to use in his case. He liked the sound of butter when it sizzled on a hot pan, the slight electric feel he got before a thunderstorm and the taste of warm blood on his lips, the way it made his insides recoil just to relax afterwards.
What Rowan Vale didn't like was useless paperwork, cheap belts and having to deal with more than a humans per day.
Little did he know, his Goddess had a sense of humor.
THIS STORY IS 100% PRODUCT OF MY LABOR AND IMAGINATION.
I DON'T CONDONE THE USE OF AI, AND IT'S MY INTENTION TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT I CAN CALL MINE, CLICHÉS APART.
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO BE KIND.
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