"There was a time when you believed in Magic," Lenore said quietly, all the while staring at me with those weird, gold cat's eyes of hers. "Believed in the land of the Summer people." I hated it when she sprang that old soul shit on me. Not only was it creepy as hell, but the last thing I needed was to have to worry about past lives. I was having a bitch o...
Chapter 29 Financial irregularities Jonathan was so concerned about Tim's revelations that he immediately arranged to drive to Womble the following Saturday to talk to Dom. He told Dom that it was important to ask Tim to find out if there had been anything suspicious or any unexpected happenings in connection with the Ovenden family finances. A few days l...
These events actually happened, to me, in England, quite some time ago. This is an abridged version of a much longer account I wrote some time ago. It is fully copyrighted. * * * I'm not going to begin this story where it should begin, with me being sent off to Ranleigh at the age of eleven. Going on twelve. Ranleigh School is quite obscure, but it's sim...
"Ah, alone at last, my darling Mistress Elena," Jacob teased flirtatiously once the last guest had left. Elena laughed and waved toward her boys. "Not quite, my darling Master Jacob. There is this pretty little toy that I'm eager to train." "Yes, little Jason. Handsome choice. And a star. I'd like to check out his folder again, beloved." Jacob thanked Sien...
Alright, so more of a filler, folks, I had fun writing this. So for those who are sick of looking at this story: If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all! Don't ask me to end this series!! That is very hurtful when you guys ask me to stop Aquata Cove. Also, as for my grammar flaws, namely my problem mixing up my past/present tenses, I'm so...
Thank you all for your comments and critiques on this story. You've helped me bring each chapter into the light. I look forward to reading your thoughts. This chapter has been too long in my mind. ***** Crucible Five Months Later "I think he's dead." The sound came from far away, mater of fact at the base with anxiety tucked in at the edges. The voice l...
Dedicated to the memory of Alan Turing, OBE, FRS (23 June 1912--7 June 1954) the greatest gay scientific genius of the twentieth century. [This story can be read on its own, but it is better to have read the earlier ones in the series first. You are warned that in addition to the gay sex that you are looking for, there is much in the story about music, scie...
I think that pretty well everyone in the office was shocked when our boss called us together for a meeting -- he looked so serious, which could only mean trouble. Silently we shuffled into the Board Room and stood in a respective semicircle around his desk. Tom held up his hands -- palms towards us -- hardly a sign that he was going to sack us all and a co...
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...
[Pt. 01 should be read first] Chapter Eight Awakening On the fourth night after our arrival, and a week after he had been rescued from the rubble, I was taking my second turn overnight with him and early in the grey morning about 5-30 am, Luke stirred. At once I rang for a nurse and held his hand. I squeezed it, and there was a response. His eyelids flic...