Mars Antonio. A young, upcoming art critic. Known for his fantastic eye for detail and his side hustle, buying art for wealthy patrons. Besides his great eye for art, he was also extremely attractive. Standing at 6' 2", with dark brown skin that looked as if he absorbed the sun like a sponge. He had broad shoulders, hazel eyes, an athletic build and short dr...
Stereotypes. Everyone's got them. There are so many out there. Across races, genders, nationalities and religions. In North America, they believe blonde-haired White women are dumb sluts, that Asian girls are submissive, Black men are hyper sexual, Black women are always angry, Hispanic folks are lazy, White guys are perverted and Arabs are dangerous. Wow. W...
Another wintry day in Ottawa, the town that fun forgot. Not for the first time Laila Fatimid wondered why her parents fled their hometown of Abu Kamal, Syria, for frosty Ontario, Canada. Head down against the heavy snowfall, the young woman walked up the hill leading to her neighborhood in the Barrhaven sector. I hate Ottawa, she cursed under her breath. A c...
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Author's Note: Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed my story, please comment. I love comments! -------------------------------------------- Chapter 5 I expect a sinister basement; damp, dim, forbidding. Doug's dungeon isn't any of these things. The St. Andrews Cross in a corner does look intimidating. And the ceiling is criss-crossed with visible metal...
© 2009 All rights reserved. * "Miss Morgan?" the nurse said quietly. Julie turned in response, her face pale as she sat between the two hospital beds holding her parents, both in comas. "Yes," Julie said, her voice rough. "Dr. Terrance would like to speak with you, and I'm sorry to say that visiting hours are over." The nurse, Alia Easton, spoke ver...
Belching and farting as I wake up, sitting on the side of the damn bed. Another bitch laying beside me. A neighbor's 18 year old daughter. She wants to be a damn stripper at my club, so I fucked her. No reason to... I just wanted to fuck the slut. I grab a beer off the nightstand and down it... Belch again. My damn head is killing me. Too much coke and beer...
"Back in Afghanistan, I was a teacher, here I am stocking shelves at Provigo," Sawsan Ghobar said to herself, and the tall, curvaceous gal shook her head while placing cans of juice on the shelf. Under her Provigo uniform, Sawsan wore a long-sleeved blue sweatshirt and yoga pants. Once upon a time, while adhering to the cultural norms of her native Afghanist...
I write this story, recalling incidents that took place just a few days ago. This is in contrast to my other stories, which have all been written some weeks or even months after the action occurred. As a result, everything is very fresh and I can remember it all vividly. As it is written contemporaneously with the events, the dialogue is as close to word for...
Smiling with utmost satisfaction, I licked my lips, tasting the last droplets of Esther Rosenberg's blood before dropping her corpse unceremoniously on the ground. At last, the Huntress is no more. And vampires and Hunters far and wide will know that I, Hanna Ismail is the one who brought her down. I looked at Esther Rosenberg one last time before disposing...