"Amelia, I'm," I took a deep breath, "gay." Three words. Just three little words that ended my life. She'd kicked me out, took everything, kept the kids, and spread the good word all over town. It was a small town, maybe 4,000 people. In one fell swoop I lost my wife, my kids, my family, my friends, and the respect I'd always had. My job was still there, t...
Parts 1-6 of this story should be read first Chapter Thirty-seven: Sandro begins his second year at Camford I am not pleased with the author's portrayal of me, Sandro, during my first year as a student at Saint Boniface's College, Camford. He makes me seem a shy and naïve adolescent. So for the remainder of this story, the chapters about me will be written...
** ** ** ** Daniel ** ** ** ** I stepped into my apartment slightly hesitantly. Admittedly I did have a date, although my date was a vampire, and although the thought of vampires scared me he had already saved my life. And anyhow this date was the tall, dark and handsome vampire named Darren. I had woken up in his house, slightly scary but he's nice. "...
***** A thanks to Cden for her editing and beta reading of this, without which my story would not be nearly as good. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. email me with any queries or comments. thanks ***** *Previously* Louis pulled me along the corridor and I glanced back at the person behind us. It was a woman but I could not see her face clearly, I moved...
*** Sorry this took a while I've just been finding it difficult to find the time to work on this, A big thanks to my editor Cden for her dedicated and tireless help with this. Please feel free to leave your comments and queries about it, or email me at [email protected] thanks *** Oscars P.O.V Zak's eyes began to turn coal black before my eyes. He g...
JOHN'S STORY: I was working at a resort in the Mojave Desert -- the middle of nowhere. The nearest town was an hour away. It was a popular destination resort, especially for Europeans and Asians. I was a bartender and made good money -- that's why I was there. It was the kind of place where you were happy to be working at night because there was nothing el...
© Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2007/8 CHAPTER FIVE – NOWHERE TO RUN TO "Here we are on chapter 5 already! We decided this week that our characters were pretty exhausted from all the sexual shenanigans so we've given them a little rest as this story is supposed to have a plot as well as lots of hot boysex! There is some slightly grat...
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Trapped in the closet. Eye sockets puckered and seeping, he saw me. In the dark, he saw me. Blind and all seeing like one of the Graeae, who passed an eye between them, he saw and devoured me. Scalpel in his hand, he cast me into the musty sheets. I had no trick like Perseus to escape, no room to move. His clammy hands all over me, his evil countenance oozed...