Blizzard I land, and I'm face to face with my ex-boyfriend. Face to crotch, really. My knees are on either side of Evan Fucking Roswell's head. I'm going to be sick. He raises an eyebrow at me. I can't fucking breathe. The smoke in here is choking, the heat from the lights makes my braincells melt, my pants are so tight they're cutting off circulation to m...
My entire fucking family is fucking Evan Rosier. Even my 94-year-old great-fucking-grandmother is fucking Evan Rosier. I don't know what they see in him. Sure, he's gorgeous. I get that. But he's not the charming, innovative genius my mother believes. He's a fraud. He's the smarmiest smarmy bastard in the history of the world. I don't care if he is filthy r...
"I'm going to kill that bastard! Who does he think he is? My father? I don't fucking need a babysitter! Where's Alex?" The guy hired to babysit me by the "king of assholes" himself, looked at me like I was crazy. Hell yes, I was! Crazily mad! I felt insulted! I was not two years old anymore! Even when I was eight, I knew how to take care of myself... But th...
Jane brought Dale to a second Thanksgiving dinner to her father's place. Jane's brother, Sean, prayed they would have split up, but they didn't. Their father, Greg would host turkey day, and for several past years now, Greg's ex-wife Sarah, would come with pumpkin pies just to see her son and daughter, now in their twenties. Halfway into dinner, Sean contro...
They had been living together for over a month now, and Connor finally began seeing Neil brighten up. He painted all day, everyday. As soon as he had gotten out of the hospital, he had applied to an art school. "Don't you think it's a little soon?" Connor asked. "We're not really having this discussion again, are we?" Neil frowned. "I just think that you...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
Serif is like a volcano. He is lying quietly on the bed but, as soon as I open the door, I feel the barely contained energy. It hits me like a wall. He is frenetic. When he hears me enter his eyes fly up to mine and there is a maelstrom behind them. "Easy now, Serif you look as if you are about to explode." "You know how much I hate this." He growls. I do....
First I want to apologize for making everyone wait. I was pretty busy and will be in the future too. I won't be able to write as fast as I did the first two chapters so please be patient with me and continue to read my stories. I will try to write one chapter each month at least. I won't be able to post another chapter for three or four weeks so I thought I...
Notes from the author: All characters are FICTIONAL. All characters are 18+. They do not relate to people in real life or to those that are in any TV series/anime/manga/novel/audio-book/etc. This is my own work, and I'd like it if there was no unconstructive criticism (especially since I can't guarantee that I'm a perfect writer XD) Enjoy~ Chapter 1 ~...
The slaves lined up on the steps as their master checked them up. They were the four best gladiators of Pompeii, but still just slaves. Julian made sure to treat them as such, slapping their bellies to check their tightness, grabbing their arms to check the muscles. They didn't move, as the Master touched their whole body, even their private parts. The s...