Hi guys! I am so sorry you have been waiting so long for chapter six. I have absolutely no time to write since college takes up all of my free time. I have however extended this chapter for you. I do not know when I will be able to write Ch. 06 but I have certainly not forgotten about the series or its fans. As always comments and feedback is greatly appreci...
"No!" Tate screamed raggedly, crying out as the persistent image of the dream tore through his mind. He struggled to pull the heavy quilt from around his slender waist and tipped himself out of his small sleeping cot in the process. He fought wildly for a moment as he tried to ward away the invisible hands clawing at him, eventually realising that he was bat...
Chapter 1 - The Journey Begins My name is Jono Banks this is my story of discovery on my journey home. First I should tell you a bit about myself. I try to live life by a short list of rules that yes, I frequently violate, often to my detriment: 1. There is a God. 2. I am not God. 3. Answer all questions in brevity. Don't babble, or offer extra informat...
Uncle Charles proved to be as dense about identifying men who wanted men in choosing a vessel captain to entrust with his recalcitrant nephew, not to mention one of his precious merchant ships, as he had been about Billy's behavior—and, more pointedly about the Reverend Andrew Apsley he fawned over. Billy's uncle never did seem to latch on to what the good c...
May your love upend the universe. I love you, I missed you, it is good to be back. Long live the King; Hail, for the King will never die. ***** The sunlight broke like glass across the Captain's skin. It had traveled so far and done such work to arrive here. It had passed through the eternities of space, through eons of darkness. Through clouds and rain...
Sunday, 2 April 1865, Richmond, Virginia The nine-block walk west along East Broad Street from the First African Church at the corner of College and East Broad was strangely bustling this Sunday morning at 9:00 a.m. The previous Sunday had been quiet at this time. In fact, Temple's, where Eaton Matthews lived and worked, at Grace and 4th Street, had existed...
[Written with thanks and a nod to a fairytale told by early twentieth-century Italian diplomat Daniele Varè] *** The weight of the man lifted off young Han Li, who sighed, and attempted, unsuccessfully, to move from his prone, bent, and spread position. The imperial guard captain had been on top of the eighteen-year-old young man, between his legs, inside...
Hello, readers. As usual, yes, I am still at this story, and no, I will not write anything else until I am good and ready at the end of this series. Thank you again for reading. ***** Chapter 78: Old Wounds Merrick blinks slow and heavy as he lies there, in bed. His grief-stricken body will not allow him to even fathom the notion that what he has found ou...
"And I don't believe there's any place like Bar Harbor in the late summer. There's a beach just below my family cottage there where some of the hottest men come that time of the year. You'd fit in very well there. So, we really must . . ." Tim was looking out on the street from where he and Howard were sitting at the sidewalk café on Wisconsin Avenue. There...
INTRODUCTION Four young Frenchmen had been hiding out in the barn ever since the German occupation of France. They remained in the loft of the barn all day and then snuck out at night to gather some food. As they remain concealed from the German army they felt secure in the barn. Secure enough to be naked and have sex. Andre has just finished fucking Marcel...