December 24 ~~~~~~~~~~ International Network of Defense and Intelligence Operations (INDIGO) Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ~~~~~ "You're back." John looked up from the file folder laid open on his desk, raising a brow at the man leaning casually in his office doorway. "So are you." "Ive been back." David 'Blackie' De Haven sauntered with a fluid grace in...
Emma sighed almost pornographically as the key slid into the lock, twisting to undo it, releasing one of her cuffed hands, then the other. She moved to rub her sore wrists, but Scott stopped her. His hands coiled on her wrists, moving them to the headboard and forcing them to take, to wrap around the iron bars that had so recently imprisoned her. Emma under...
At times like this—deciding just how he wanted to screw Emma Frost, literal royalty in the only monarchy that mattered outside of Asgard, if he didn't want to pass her up for another insanely beautiful woman—Scott found it something of a misnomer how introverted he was. He didn't consider himself a Casanova by any means... that was more Gambit's line... and...
Stanley Toussaint is a native of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, and he's been living in Florida for the past eighteen months. Stanley's aunt Gertrude Toussaint sent for him after his parents, Dorothy Jean-Toussaint and Mathieu Toussaint perished in the earthquake which devasted the island of Haiti. The loss of his parents was a terrible blow to Stanley, and he...
Dedicated to the fans – of the sheik. Your patience and kind words keep me writing. I thank you from my heart – most sincerely. Nic * Kat trembled as she sank into a heap at the side of the small couch. Her hands clutched at her heart and then flew to her mouth. He would give her no quarter and would allow her little maneuvering. There would be no discus...
The sun rose over Ontario, Canada, and I rose with it. I've been living in this place for several years now and even though my passport now says permanent resident of Canada instead of dubious terms like refugee claimant and all that crap, this place still doesn't feel like home. Maybe it's because of the cold, hateful stares I get from random people as I wa...
Jean knew that this was no ordinary job before she applied. She had just started college. As is normal, she had been assigned a second year student to help her get to know where things were and what happened. Carole was a really friendly, helpful person and she had become a good friend to Jean already although they had only known each other for a week. The...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Serendipity - 44 - Back to the grindstone, Young Brittany is revealed Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distingu...
It was the mid-80s and I was a senior in college when I went to spend some time talking with my favorite Uncle George, who had also been my inspiration to study engineering. He lived alone now, my Aunt Jean having passed away several years before. We sat in Uncle George's study, a dark oak paneled room covered with bookshelves on three walls, a huge leather...
Note: I had not intended to make a sequel to "Too Many Wishes" but one of my favorite people on the MC Forum, Merry Brooks, liked it. So, I asked her what her wishes would be and this is the result. I don't really know much about her so pretty much every actual personal detail is made up. Also, this is intended to be a freestanding story, not a sequel so you...