(Chateau Phoibe, Kephallonia) Alexios Sat in His Chair on the Newly Reworked Vineyard Bought By Markos. Alexios had Convinced Markos to Cede Administrative Control and Legal Control to Him, so that the Wine would no Longer Taste like Shit. That and So That He Could Effectively Run Kephallonia From There. Much Had Changed since He Had Left This Place. After T...
Hi Everyone! Thank you for all the wonderful comments and speculations about the previous chapter, and thanks to all of you who are regular readers. Hopefully you'll enjoy this new chapter just as much as the previous ones. Enjoy! psyche b. 13. Deeper The frail was anxious and had been since they'd pulled out of the driveway. Creed couldn't really blame...
For those of you looking for a bit more 'action' of the erotic variety, our two characters will get together in a couple more chapters. For now, sit back and enjoy the beginnings of the plot :) psyche b 2. Books Kelly woke up slowly. The first thing that filtered through the fog of sleep was that there was no one hitting her, or yelling at her. The next t...
It was John Turner's first day at Scranton's Dunder Mifflin branch. He had met Jan Levinson at a SAA (Sex Addicts Anonymous) meeting when she had offered him the job. He accepted knowing that her real intention was to fulfil a fantasy of hers to sleep with an employee. It didn't matter to him; Jan was a very attractive woman. Plus, he was a sex addict and th...
Today had been a crappy day. One of those ones that made her hate society and crave the forest. She'd been working all day, trying to sell her hand made jewelery and so far she had only received the bored glances of the busy bodies who passed by. "Just one of those days Lark, keep calm and move on" she coached herself, knowing that she'd lose her cool if s...
Hi everyone :) Glad to see you're all still here, still reading and still commenting! I know i love writing this story and i'm so glad you enjoy reading it. Amy 17. How You Remind Me A sound tugged at Kelly's consciousness. It wasn't a loud sound, but even in her drugged state she knew something was different. The music that Victor always had playing whi...
“David; nice of you to come!” a voice spoke and looking over there I saw the dark haired woman standing there greeting me, “This is the team, Lucy!” I looked over and seeing the blonde nervous woman she whispered, “Hi!” I looked over to Rebecca who whispered, “She fancied a man who died saving the world!” I nodded before saying, “Desmond!” she nodded before...
"They're talking about us, they're mocking us in Arabic," Yolanda Aoun said softly, her head down as she spoke. The young Lebanese-Canadian woman stood in line at the box office at the Scotiabank Movie Theater in Gloucester, Ontario, accompanied by her lover Marcus Jefferson Dixon. Normally calm, cool and collected, the towering, Chicago-born brother bristle...
Authors note: Ever Since I was a young boy I have always loved gangster stories and movies and decided to write one here. This gangster story of mine is totally made up from my own huge imagination and is for entertainment purposes only. No harm or any offence was meant to any race, religion or creed doing this story. It is all in gangster fun story telling....
Thank you to my editors Griz375 and Aisielynn. I appreciate all that you have done for my stories. This is the final chapter for this story line and it is long. I had fun, but honestly, I wrote myself into a corner. Because of advice from others, I kept editing out the main antagonist from previous chapters. Therefore, introduction of this antagonist is wea...