(AN: I would just like to say a big thank you to all the people that have commented, your input is greatly appreciated and a lot of it was very entertaining and inspiring. It was a lot of fun writing this with such imaginative reviewers, your suggestions made writing this story very exciting and fresh. I put a lot of effort into this final chapter so I hope...
Justine woke up slowly and was slightly disoriented. It took her several minutes to remember what had happened to her and her best friend Pam. Somehow they had been turned into vampires, she didn't know by who but knew it was sometime on Thursday after they had dinner and drinks. She lay still until the lethargy wore off and crawled off of the bed to go to...
It was about five in the afternoon on Sunday when there was a knock on Tommy Owen's door. It was light, but quick and persistent. Though he first tried to ignore it, the exhausted but conscientious Freshman at last got up from his desk, where he was going over his science notes and trying not to think about the night before, to answer it. Though he still lo...
A/N This is the last chapter. I may do a side story concerning John and the Elf Queen later. I had a lot of fun writing these Pet Elf stories, but nothing sucks more than a story that has no end. So here's the end. * Life was looking up. Actually, my life had been pretty much awesome since I met Emilliae, my first pet elf, and Emulstia, my pet dark elf,...
Steve and I have been together a bit over six years, and we've been very happy together. We have many similar interests and sex has always been great, though not very adventurous, and at times we've had to shake ourselves out of the sameness that creeps in with most couples. We both have professional jobs, and Steve usually leaves our house earlier than me....
Sophia Carlucci stood in front of her mirror and assessed herself with overly critical eyes. Instead of seeing spiral-type curly coal black shoulder length hair that delicately framed her oval face, she saw a mass of uncontrollable curls she couldn't even get the comb through. She saw long, gangly legs instead of toned calves and thighs. Her eyes which were...
Mel swiped the credit card along the terminal, waited for the receipt to print, stuffed it into the restaurant's portfolio along with a couple of Ande's mints, and turned to stroll towards the table. She dropped it off to the table's occupants and hurried off to the kitchen, trying to look busy though probably fooling no one. It was Christmas Eve after all a...
[Note to readers: I wrote a story called The Secret Woman that received a number of comments and suggestions. I incorporated them as best as I could and edited the original version extensively. The resulting story is almost three times as long as the original version. It is mostly a new story and for this reason I gave it a new name. I am grateful for the in...
Gina let out a quiet groan when she was awakened by the clock radio alarm. Blue Christmas by Elvis was playing, and the music merged with her feelings as she'd drifted off to sleep. The bed shifted, and she knew Brian was sitting up to shut off the alarm. In a fit of pique, she rolled over, facing the wall. A quiet sigh let her know that the gesture hadn't...
1686. England. The crypt of the ruined church was cold, and Eloise felt her nipples harden and ache as she stepped to one side of the stone altar, releasing the clasp of her cloak, and casting it aside. Two of the acolytes approached her; Thomas, a farm-hand from one of the estates, she knew, and Lisette, the scullery maid from the manor's kitchens. They wo...