Tonight had been the night from hell. Two deaths in one night. The first patient, a very kindly man, almost 80 years old, who spoke to her every night she was on duty. He always had a nice word, a bit of advice...and peppermint candy. She always smiled when she thought of him. The second death was a woman no one would miss. A nasty woman, close to 90, who ne...
Hey there, fellow Litsters! This is my first foray into the Lesbian category so I sincerely hope I do a good enough job. Please do drop your valuable votes, comments and private feedback to let me know how I fared. I am writing this story on the request of SAbitch. Hence, if I did a good job, credit me, and if I didn't, blame her for coaxing this story. :P...
Disclaimers: The characters are my own creation. This is part 2 of “Two Halves, One Soul”. This story picks up where the last one ended. Constructive criticism/feedback is much appreciated. A heartfelt thanks goes out to my beta reader. I couldn’t have done this without your input, support, and corrections. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sleek black Harley hugs...
LEGAL NOTICE This is a work of fiction. References to Erica Jackson are purely a product of the imagination of the author. Such references to or statements and actions made by this character should not be considered real references, actual conversations, or behaviors held by the real Erica Jackson. Chapter One: Good Morning Lover Sunday morning's sun a...
This story is protected by copyright and may not be copied or reproduced without the explicit approval of the author. * I peered thru the window at my daughter Megan and her friend Rachel as they strenuously practiced their cheerleading routines in the back yard. I was envious of their innocence, their youthful energy. It only seemed to magnify the despai...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 It was nearing 'that time of the month; and Dee Jones was feeling the full effect of it. She poured herself another gin and seven-up and felt like screaming; the bottle of gin was nearly empty. Nude, she padded into her living room and sat on...
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Word Count: 24,643 *** Every step felt like the spot where her knees would fail. Her heels screamed when they smacked the asphalt, a pain that reverberated in her thighs and chest. Autumn was slipping into winter. The cold bit her nose and turned her eyelashes into daggers. Even so, she kept running. Lap twelve was all momentum so when she reached the...
*** This series was awarded Best Lesbian Story, as well as Most Literary/Genre Transcending Story in the 2019 Reader's Choice Awards. Thank you to all who voted. *** Welcome to Chapter Eight. If you're planning on reading this but you haven't finished chapters One through Seven, then, well... I don't know what to tell you anymore. Come here, sit next to me...
I am so sorry for the wait! Life got in the way and I had to steal time here and there to finish this much-awaited final chapter of Hazel. If you have not read the first one or Magical Desire I suggest you do as there are things that might be hard to follow. As always, please leave a comment! XOXO SkylerLuv ****** ~Hazel~ Something is wrong. I try...