Encounters with Evil © Copyright jvaughn, 2013. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. * Tigger focused carefully, squinting at the glass in his hand and willing his muscles to behave as he set the drink down slowly. In spite of his effort, he misjudged the distance and vodka and orange juice sloshed...
*Just a quick note. This is my first story, so I'm still feeling out my writing style, therefore the sex scenes are few, but they are there. Comments are welcome. If this goes over well, I already have the second part planned out in my head and in some rough notes. And if I do write the second one, I promise some more erotic parts. I was mainly focused on th...
On this particular night I had decided to step inside a café. Not one of those trendy ones with surly employees and background music more suitable for night-clubs, but one with a warm and friendly, relaxed atmosphere that smelled of cinnamon. Just the kind I like. Sometimes I almost felt like one of them, sitting there and sharing that warmth. It was a sooth...
***** Oscar's P.O.V ***** When I was alone in the room I sighed that Zak was gone. I raised a hand a clenched my fist, allowing my power to flow into my clenched fist. My hand glowed a white light that filled the room. At the moment I needed to let off some steam, I needed to do something active. I needed to run, I needed to fight, I needed to use my powe...
CHAPTER NINE UNDERSOLD Public Health Warning: Sadie's Underwear contains explicit male/male sexual pairings, violence, bad language and vampirism from the start. It also deals with dark psychological issues and the long-term effects of childhood abuse. If this is not your thing then please don't read any further. Thank you. Rayne was halfway back to the a...
Alex I've never been happy, my life was just like me: shitty. I am one of those smart people who against the odd end up being losers with shitty job. Or in my case: dangerous job. Everybody thought I was going to be a successful businessman, a lawyer or a doctor. I could have been. But fate decided against it, so now here I was: a professional killer, whose...
Chapter Seven "Such precious cruelty." A slow smile spread over Jordan's lips and Dorian watched as the elf dipped a strawberry in Angelia's chocolate glaze. Jordan tipped his head back, laying bare the smooth contours of his graceful neck, as he lowered the strawberry to his lips. His eyes closed, Jordan slipped his tongue out, letting the chocolate drip...
Marcus Hennley watched as the city of Boston passed him by outside the window of the yellow cab he was presently sitting in. He had never been to this part of the United States and was interested in exploring the city. But, first he had attended ten band auditions. It wasn't until the last band he had met with that he found a new band home. The group ReAmpe...
Adrian's black depression dragged at him like a cold undertow, to the point where he was beginning to loathe his own self-pity. He brooded for days in his bedchamber, silent, dressed entirely in black silks, not sleeping, lighting only a single candle at night for company in his self-induced exile. He was sitting at the table, one arm folded beneath his chin...
The trumpets sounded, announcing a visitor. Maddox wondered for a moment if Fergus had sent his emissaries to declare war. He moved away from Aidan carefully, but still the boy woke. "Where are you going?" he asked groggily. "I have to take care of something," Maddox explained, leaning down to kiss the boy's soft lips as he pulled on a pair of pants. "Can...