He should have killed her. His first reaction was to do just that. His squad, Red Troop One, had been making their way nervously through the almost impenetrable woods, just outside Armagh. Suddenly, they'd come under fire. No one was injured and their assailants had quickly vanished into the woods. 'Charley?' 'Sarge.' 'This looks as if it's been used as a...
Apologies for the long delay between the first and second Stuck chapters, hopefully this one won't take as long. As I said at the end of the last part there will be a time-jump and we start things off 2 years later with Arthur and Nicola now both aged 18 and as such there will be more sexual elements to this story, not just to our main couple either as I hav...
This story and "The Ghost and the Midnight Sky" occur concurrently, so the opening is told again, this time from Alistair's perspective. The House on Chicken Legs Alistair, Ch. 5 You destroyed those who in the past committed injustice, among whom were even giants who trusted in their strength and boldness, whom you destroyed by bringing upon them a boundl...
A/N: Thanks a million to you my readers who have patiently waited for this chapter. I hope you enjoy this one, I sure did. Once more, I'd want to thank my faithful editors: Lunarosa, for her tiring help and invaluable input in the story and injecting your own brand of humor. MythOFreak, for her help in pointing out stuff I've missed. To you both -- THANKS!...
Synopsis: Sayali, a beautiful but undisciplined Indian teenager, encounters a personal tutor who is interested in taming her spirit for his own purposes, rather than to please her mother, who also has designs on him. It was a very different Kanan Jorsay who greeted me at the entrance to the restaurant. This one was wearing a white knit dress that hugged he...
The phone call was hoped for, but not totally expected. I had figured that the soonest I would hear from them, if they took the deal, would be at least two weeks away. But at eleven-thirty the phone rang and Mortenson said, "We are going with you Bruce. I've signed the papers and a copy is being faxed to you. You should have the originals by FedEx in the mor...
Serena Williams was in a bit of a tight spot. No, not that Serena Williams. And not a tight spot like down a set and a break in a major championship. This Serena's (just an alias anyway) favorite sport was a tad more physically and emotionally taxing than pro tennis. Also much more dangerous and deadly. And, unfortunately, didn't pay millions for winning. In...
Chapter 8: Sensuality & Submission I half lie, half sit lazily in the sun, leaning against a large cushion on a bench that sits on the porch which looks out to the back yard garden. Holding a book in my hands, I read through the pages and enjoying the world of literature, I have a small round wooden table right before me with an empty tea cup sitting right...
I managed to make it to the entrance to the dressing room before I got so embarrassed my feet just wouldn't carry me any further. The black tube skirt was so short it barely covered my ass, and my ass wasn't all that big! Bill's eyes bugged out so far I thought they were going to pop out of his head. "Oh, baby, you look so damn hot! Damn girl!" I blushed b...
It was long tradition that the night before her formal betrothal the princess to be wed would spend the night locked in the tower of the northern keep guarded by her husband to be. It was an ancient tradition where the first king of Pridania spirited away his beloved from her homeland—the king's family's long-standing enemy----and locked her in his castle's...