When I look in the world today, a lot of what I see shocks me. Human beings have made lots of advances technologically but people haven't changed. It doesn't matter what clothes they wear, what type of car they drive or anything of the sort. Deep down inside, they're all the same. Bastards will be bastards. And bitches will be bitches. The sad thing is that...
Hey, there. My name is Nicole Winters. I'm a six-foot-three, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a mansion in Brockton's west side. And these days, life simply couldn't be better. I'm a multi-millionaire you see. Isn't it great when everything simply falls into place? I think so. Everyone and every...
Note: This is a sequel to my first story The Lost Lord (it was my first, so it's pretty bad in the first half in terms of format and other stuff). The Lost World can be standalone, but it would be best to read the Lost Lord anyways if ya want the full experience, please enjoy. The Lost World Ch. 0 "The war to end all wars... THAT'S WHAT THIS HORROR MUST BE...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his quick responses and amazing editing. Without him this story may not have been finished. If you're looking for a quick fix this story isn't for you, this is my longest story and I hope you all enjoy it and remember to vote/comment if you do. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either...
You had spent the last eighteen trapped in the Harry Potter universe, and you decided to have a little fun. As it turned out as a guy who existed in the real world you had gained Godly powers in this Universe, so with that in mind you crafted yourself an Identity. You knew that there were no known Children of the Death Eaters Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrang...
The blue haired young man was standing in the darkness in the middle of a cemetery. He had no idea how he got there or why he was there, but he knew it was an old cemetery. He knew it was old not by just the headstones on the graves but he could sense it; smell it; even taste it. The young man could feel the evil of the place; he could feel it in his bones a...
It's Thursday morning, and I lie on my bed, sighing profoundly. Tonight, at midnight, I'm finally getting paid. As of right now, though, a quick logon into my CIBC account reveals my combined assets totaling one dollar and seventeen cents. Why is that a problem, you may wonder? Yeah, why can't a brother wait until Friday? Um, it's my lady Fayruza "Fay" Bin S...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Fifth Tale: Degrees of Slavery Part Two. Maid’s Servant. Mona has a problem. Her husband Jonas had been her unwilling slave and Mona’s sexual trap was becoming less effective. Her son Adam had shown signs of becoming a spoilt brat with his father’s unpleasan...
Authors note: All characters, organizations, creatures, and events are fictitious in nature and are not meant in any way, shape, or form to represent any entity in reality. All similarities are purely coincidental and should be disregarded as a fictitious work of writing. Any characters who are involved in or conduct in sexual acts are over the age of 18. Th...
When I woke up in The Midnight Hotel things were different there was someone there. He was signing out and I went up and confronted him. "Who are you?" He glanced up and smiled. "Oh hey. You're the other one who stays here, huh?" "Yes? You too?" "Yeah. What's your name?" "... Rise" "Rise huh... Fitting... You can call me Gates." "How many times have yo...