SproutingPikachu

Redwater: a town of beauty, culture, technology, and opportunity. However, beneath its surface it is also a mass area of advanced criminals, illegal activity, heightened danger, and bloodshed. Nathair Kingsmen, age nineteen, is at the dawn of adulthood. He is more prepared than anyone you could imagine-fully capable of diving head first into the world of elite and (capable in his mind) to take over the Kingsmen Group as the blood heir. A meticulous, gregarious, and devilishly charming spitfire is a prime example of someone who can survive the underground life. Nonetheless, life throws a curveball and things get difficult. As a final curse, or perhaps blessing, a certain someone comes crashing into his life. With her ways of seeing through people, no one denies that she's the biggest challenge young Nathair will face. Miss Coraline has stolen the hearts of many with her...colorful personality and rough demeanor-the type of person to get eaten up in Redwater. Somehow it works and she even makes Nathair question his own ambitions. She's also a fifty-six year old woman. Some of the criminals like to think of her as the grandma they never had. Don't mess with mafia grandma.[The rest of the description is inside! Give it a chance and read!]~Sample~A sigh left through his nose. The smell of burning flesh went with it. In these weeks of knowing Coraline, he'd often learned to read between the lines with her chats. When you separated the blunt insults, you could see the messages she weaved through here and there. The woman was a nutcase and perhaps a bit of a handful, but she was loving. Like a psychotic grandma. And it was moments like these that would make him forever grateful to bat shit crazy woman. He laughed a little "You really do love me huh?"Coraline stopped fiddling with her soiled cardigan and pondered the statement a little bit. She sighed."Hell no. Do this again and I'll take that shiny pistol from under your pillow and blast a nice hole in you."…