Chapter 3: Evie and Rebecca. London, England, 1883. The sun dipped towards the horizon and briefly the damp rooftops of London appeared to be glowing gold. The sky seemed to be on fire, burning brilliant red, pink and orange. All across the city people hurried home from work, crowding the streets in a mass of humanity. As the sun dipped below the horizon an...
I wanted to write friends turned rivals turned enemies turned lovers and then this happened. It takes place in a universe that I assure you is Napoleonic era ish fantasy but in this story you really just see two women fighting in a bombed-out church. Presume there are dragons somewhere off-screen. This story has violence, EMOTIONAL THEMES, boinking on sacre...
Chapter 9: WGPD part 2 The Decision I don't think I need to tell you all much about how that night went. Virtually everyone in town over the age of 18 was there. Then everyone watched again later since reruns streamed non-stop. Some watched it again and again, one man reportedly 27 times. And there were all those home grown quantum videos and stills. The gi...
I recently received two very different e-mails. One was complaining that I have too much sex in my stories, the other was complaining I don't have enough sex in my stories. I've been around long enough to know that in order to make one person happy you're likely to piss off another ... in other words, you can't please all people at all times. I want to thank...
Thank you so much for the comments and feedback. Please make a comment if you have a moment. :heart: ***** "Your brother is a sportsman. When I said to my father would he be willing to countenance my offering for Sevianne el Jien van Iarve, he said straightaway that that would mean an alliance to Sietter and Lord Clair and that he would like it. Lord Clai...
The van Sietter Bride Who Brought Happiness in Her Pocket Part 2 of 3 (Not much sex in this bit) She was pretty. The daughter of the el Shostas was a plump curving creature with golden hair dressed simply on her head. She had a sweetly full bosom, a tidy curve into her waist and then an appealing curve out round her hips. She probably had a good fresh...
Author's Note: This particular episode includes (virtually) no sex. Instead, it serves only to move the plot along. Hopefully, you've been following the story so far, but if not, and you're looking for erotica, you'll probably want to skip this one and wait for Ch. 13. * The Emir's palace stood near the centre of the city, its three golden domes as distinc...
Rosemary Palm looked at the application form and then up at the applicant. The young woman was certainly comely in a slender, aristocratic way but it was that last adjective which disturbed her. Lady Brandywine looked aristocratic because she really was an aristocrat, a cadet member of one of Ankh-Morpork's oldest, richest and most renowned families. So what...
The prince had purchased a charming old townhouse not far from the palace. There was a plaque on the front door that read, "The Crossed House." It was a few hundred years old, but it had been renovated to make it safer by contemporary standards. Instead of fashionably rectangular bricks adorning the outside, there were ancient gray stones, taken and reused f...
The mysterious Cristobal Balenciaga... These words lingered in my brain as I walked off the business class section of the international flight and into Arkhangelsk's Talagi Airport's peculiar, mdf-walled inner-sleeve tunnel behind the actual walls of the short-term stop-over area. It was, 15 degrees below zero Centigrade in still air, and there was that ofte...