Fiora: Summoner, have you been sneaking a look at my notebook again?
Summoner: N-no, I haven't! Why would I?
Fiora snatched the little notebook from the Summoner's hands and flipped it open. Her pretty face immediately darkened.
This really wasn't her notebook.
Well, it belonged to Zoe.
"You filthy little-girl lover! I'll purify your soul myself!"
"Yamete!"
(Each story is standalone, a short piece made up of one or several chapters. It may or may not be connected to what came before, so just think of them as little skits.)
P.S. Updates whenever inspiration strikes, or when I get stuck on the novel I'm mainly writing.
