Karida Barak cowered in the dark corner of the Riyadh prison cell that she'd been thrown into weeks before... she couldn't recall exactly how long she'd been there. The whole experience had just turned into some horribly surreal nightmare that she couldn't seem to wake up from... She was numb for the moment... her body was no longer suffering the hunger pan...
Ruby stared out of her office window, through the heavy drizzle, at the throng of blacks assembled on the road. What a sorry bunch of losers, she thought as she read the abusive placards being waved by most of them. None of them knew the facts of the case yet here they were, entitled motherfuckers, trying to tarnish her reputation with lies and deception....
This is a substory about Melinda, a human girl in servitude to monstergirl Empire in this metaplot story: Theo: The Blood Angel of Lescatie. Her story starts at page 5. This is her own story, please enjoy and give feedback. ** Inquisition Interview Serial No: E6-Y-17T Post-screeningTags: Bondage and mildly sexually suggestive content. Subject: Female, h...
"No, there is no overt pressure at the moment, but if I cannot be sure the situation will remain the same if the result is not different the next time," Resham sobbed as she sat next to me. "Come on, things cannot be that bad," I consoled her by hugging her tight and running my hands down her back. "I can sense that the tide has turned the wrong way, parti...
Author's Notes: With the thought of the Tales of the Arabian Nights, this is a modern account of how two people from distinctly different worlds are drawn together in storybook fashion. For those readers whose cultures may be part of the plot, please allow a liberal amount of literary license and use of stereotypes to make the romance entertaining. For those...
"Joseph, I have to warn you, if you keep hanging around me, you're going to convert to Islam," Wafa "Wawa" Ali said, and the curvy, bronze-skinned and raven-haired young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman smiled coyly at her friend and classmate, Joseph Berry. The tall, slender, Afro-sporting, brown-skinned young man, originally from the City of London, U.K. looked...
By Ezra Zane I met Prince Mohammed, first son and heir of a sheik, my junior year when he transferred to The Petroleum Engineering School at The University of Texas. We discovered we both liked hunting, golf, fast cars, a good laugh and women, as well as the oil business. We became best friends. Attracting women wasn't a problem for me. My family wasn't in...
New readers - and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago - know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. ***** The birth of Daneen eight months before had changed the dynamics of the household. All the attention and eyes were tu...
Chapter 8 – Master Hans Takes Charge Emma saw a figure seated behind a large mahogany desk, perusing a bundle of papers. She recognised her rescuer of Friday night. He didn't look up. "Thank you, Madam Amira," he replied in a gruff voice. "Leave her here; you may go." "Quick, take off your robe and kneel down," hissed Amira. "This is your Slave Master."...
Callum Hayes liked to think that he'd made good of his time at university. He had just started his second year at Stepchurch, a new-build Poly in East London, and people were starting to know his name. It wasn't the best university out there, but his A-Levels hardly set the world on fire. At the time he'd blamed this on external circumstances, such as having...