~~Eric~~ "How the fuck did no cops follow us?" Eric said. Beatrice had to stop driving and let him take the wheel, before the dumb woman ended up getting them all killed. "I mean you nearly hit a hundred pedestrians, and I'm pretty sure you killed a dog." "I did not kill a dog, Eric. I'll fucking kill you if you don't shut up." "... I'm pretty sure you—"...
~~Jack~~ Alone, in the old, abandoned tunnels, and soon to enter Azamel's hole in the ground. He didn't want to be here, but it was important, too important. With the Invictus, meeting the elders was an imposing affair of big leather chairs and long hallways. With the Uratha, meeting Avery was as cozy as sitting down on a couch, next to a bomb. With Azamel...
Author's note: This is my entry for the Halloween contest. Many thanks to Rustyoznail for editing this for me. It was an enjoyable collaboration. Two brief notes: 1) I've taken some liberties with the uniform of the police officer character, so please just roll with it. 2) According to Wikipedia, Vlad Tepes is the real name of the person who inspired Bram...
Welcome back to the story! I'd tell you to check the previous chapters if you haven't already read them, but you're smart enough to figure that out, and I believe in you. Everyone doing sex in the story is eighteen or older. Many thanks to icedragonmo3 for excellent beta-reading and proofing. Any mistakes are mine, because I just can't leave it alone. * *...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Chapter 50: The Weekend at the Spa Jenny had packed everything: one luggage case fitted into the trunk, but the other had to stay on the minuscule backseat of the Porsche. When I looked at it, she grinned. "You don't need a lot of clothes: t-shirts, Bermudas, a blazer, slacks, shirts, and a tie; that's enough. I need dresses, gowns, nightdresses short and l...
SATURDAY Our hard work on Friday paid dividends by allowing us to sleep in Saturday morning. We went out for a leisurely breakfast. The guys began loading the final items while the girls cleaned and vacuumed. Two men from the furniture place arrived with their truck (and a check), were loaded, and departed within an hour. All at once we were looking around...
"Hello?" The unexpected phone call in the night felt like part of Carol's dream. It had been a good dream, but the fragments of it that were left in her mind disappeared; the reality of what was happening wakened her to life at its most difficult. The phone call was short; when it ended she turned to her husband, Alan, himself waking from a dream, lying ne...
"Remember class, keep this professional!" Silvia chanted to her students in the van. "This is an obscure collection belonging to an old fellow who really belongs to a different time and culture so be respectful! I have never formally met this person only contacting through mail. These works are more *ahem* explicit and exotic. Keep this professional!" Gret...
Author's note: This is a long story, some 68,000 words in total. If you don't like lengthy stories, please pass this one by because you will not enjoy it. The story is being posted in 4 Parts submitted one day apart. Thanks to Blackrandl1958 for her editing skills. I would also like thank Harddaysknight for taking a lot of time and energy to beta-read this...