© Copyright jvaughn, 2013. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Chapter Six Guy pounded down the steps and burst out of the apartment building onto the street. Not slowing down, he sprinted to his vehicle which was parked a block away. Finding his key fob in his pocket, he had the doors sliding up be...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The series One Sub Stud is a continuation of the stories about Chris and Justin, which began in Chris Donaldson and continued in Mr. One Fifty-Eight. While each chapter is a short story in its own right, you will probably enjoy this episode much more if you have already read both of the above series, as well as Chapter 1 of One Sub Stud. The b...
This story is a continuation from the series "An Erotic Tale". To get a better understanding of these characters, it is best to read the previous 3 installments in the series. This story is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. Remember, knowledge is power! Educate yourself. Always practice safe sex! The Monday following that amazing week...
[Tom and Luke's Final Year Pt. 01 should be read first] Chapter Twenty-four Guilt and regret About 4 pm, my cellphone rang. It was Francis Eglantine. "Tom, I can see you for a maximum of 25 minutes just before Evening Prayer in Chapel. Come to my rooms at 6 prompt." "Thank you, Francis, I'll be there." I said. When I arrived at Francis's rooms, I knock...
Ethan "Stop thinking about him." "Huh?" My agitated shift in the carseat had guilt written all over it as I turned to my friend behind the wheel of the SUV. Sam squinted disparagingly at me then refocused on the road. "Nice try. Don't make me make you confront demons again, sugar. Mark is your past, thank goodness. Don't you think it's time you left him...
Special thanks go to my awesome reader and editor, pebo, who gives great suggestions in the gentlest way possible. *** Marshal Jane Freeman was watching her commander closely. He was off, that was for sure. Robbie Sinclair was a space-cold bastard who dedicated himself to his work to the exclusion of everything, and everyone, else. At least, he had been up...
Okay, this is a seriously late submission for the Halloween contest, but I hope you enjoy regardless. Regency era story, gay male, vampires, divination. * October 31, 1815 London, England It was old and, worse yet, dirty. Truly, at first glance, except for the excessive amount of filth which filled each and every one of its cracks and crevices, it appear...
Chapter 3: Under Orders © sadierosebermingham 2004/5 "I am 'not' givin' you a key, that is my last word on the subject!" Rayne Wylde did not look up from the broadsheet newspaper spread out in front of him. His dark hair tumbled forward obscuring his pale features and he ran long fingers though it absently, resting his cheekbone against the palm of his han...
Broke. Down and out in Paris. Hiding out from brutal creditors. I'm in scarily way too deep. If you wanna hear about it, the things I did, the predicament I find myself in, all you have to do is buy me a cognac... and listen, eventually I may come up with the truth, only slightly embellished. Of course, you'll never be certain which parts are true, and which...
The middle-aged man in the suit was crowding me at the bar at Harvey's in New York's Chelsea district and talking dirty to me. I was smiling and nodding, but my eyes kept drifting over to the table, where a guy a bit younger and far better looking and built was giving me the eye. If he'd just been a bit more definite in his signaling, I'd have broken away fr...