"White Wedding" "It's a Nice Day to Start Again..." By Chloe Tzang © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a totally immoral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the u...
As always, I must thank my editing team, PapaKilo14, Hal, Pixel the Cat, GeorgeAnderson, and Olddave1951. Thanks, gentleman, for all your hard work. Harddaysknight is my mentor and reads for me. Thank you for all you mean to me. SBrooks103x also gave me a pre-post read and critical review. I have the best team in the business and I love you guys. This posti...
In his comments on my story 'A View from the Bottom' 'Oldmarriedtar' stated that there is no cure for depression, and I tend to agree with him. My personal experience with depression is that there are three avenues open, the first is the chemical approach and this may be necessary to stabilise the condition, but it is not a cure. The second and third can be...
This story is a repost of the first few chapters of Road Trip, originally posted in 2011. The original version had about 200,000 readers before it was taken down for a major rewrite and a potential book. The story has since been rewritten; although the major events remain the same the thinking, emotions, and many facets of the story surrounding each event h...
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Prologue She seldom slept anymore, such was her power that she needed little of it. She walked through the chambers of the once mighty castle, her flawless ebony skin a sharp contrast to the gleaming white marble of the passages. It rang hollow and empty, the memory of the laughter and the language of her kind long since having faded. In its place was the r...
(NOTE: This takes place sometime at the end of the millenium, when CDs ruled, not everyone had a cell phone, and you mostly had to get out of your house and go to a store to buy things-max) ***** Joe felt baffled. Woke up and felt baffled. Because he was alone, and not with Lana. Because he was back where he had left. Where he had once escaped, he returned...
I>Author's note: I was originally planning on this tale being a short story in the First Time category, but being a novelist at heart, it ballooned on me a bit. Even after editing, it's still better than ninety-thousand words. I didn't want to break it up into separately published sections, so I decided to put it here, in the Novels and Novellas category, wh...
The Invictus lifted off the landing pad on Sequathis' upper platform, retro-thrusters blazing bright orange amidst the blue glow from Brimor's sun. Alyssa banked the sleek battlecruiser around, departing on their initial approach vector, rather than just pointing the nose skyward and blasting them into orbit. The reason for her careful manoeuvre was not in d...
Phew, I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I pulled into Four Seasons hotel. I knew I had to hurry, since my hubby was taking me out on the town. He had promised to take me to the best steak house in the city. Then after dinner we were going to go out, looking for the perfect piece of pussy, for me to eat and him to fuck. We were in Dallas and didn't know whe...