"The Werewolf Chronicles -- Omnibus" Part 9 of Supernatural Earth. *** Author's notes: This story happens a couple of months after "The Creature Below - Omnibus 03" and well over three years since "Snow Maiden - Omnibus 02" and "The Prison Creature". The current year in the storyline is 2020 as established with Brad's math in the last installment. Recomm...
The Arrival of Miss Batholomew My new governess arrives a week before I am to turn eighteen. She comes in an open trap, carried from Canterbury station by a rough looking man whose business it is to take ladies and gentlemen where they wish. He makes no offer to help her down, nor to lift her bags, and our butler Henderson makes a gesture and one of the foo...
[This is largely a rewrite of the earlier story. My wife -- my fiercest critic -- didn't particularly like the way it developed, so I decided to see if I could make it go in a different direction. For those of you who have already read the earlier story, this version is pretty much identical up to the point where Alice takes over the narration, which is abou...
Chapter 1: The Day of Infamy The alarm clock on the nightstand by the bed read 11:14. It was Monday morning as I sat alone in the hotel room. But, Damn! I was feeling just great! It had taken the entire weekend locked away in this Boise Idaho hotel room to finish the report. A warm feeling of relief washed over me as my mind replayed the past two weeks sp...
My motor coach rocked to a gentle stop with the soft hiss of air brakes. The motion and sound captured my attention and I looked up from my laptop. "We're here?" I asked as I glanced around. David, my friend, driver, trainer, and stunt coordinator, gestured out of the large windshield. "That's the place." We'd stopped in front of a slightly tatty warehouse...
Author's note: I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking). Since it did turn out to be rather long I have decided to break it down into several smal...
© Fionna Guillaume 2016 *** Prologue: The Cards Rosemary sat in the back room of Triple Goddess Herb Shop, drinking a huge mug of chamomile tea and feeling sorry for herself. She'd just been dumped. Again. This time the sad, nascent relationship had made it all of three months before disintegrating beneath the barest discussion of a long-term future. Jaso...
My husband and I were three days into our holiday; it was a bright sunny Monday morning and we were cycling along the narrow towpath at the edge of a canal. As we were both out of work, to say we were short of money would be an understatement. We had thirty-five pounds between us, and that was to buy everything we needed for the whole two weeks. We were both...
(Age of Decadence) Lies and deceit leading on, the maelstrom swirls us back. We return to where we began. PROLOGUE: Mucia Faustina was seated on the third level of the amphitheater, the maenianum summum, the section allocated to women. On the roof above her the poor, the pullati, stood to watch the games. Fortunately she was in the first row of seats ab...
(Hello to the fans that enjoyed the other stories I wrote in collaboration with CBSummers. We're at it again. This one is long. Very long. If submitted to a publisher, it would qualify as a full length novel. Just letting everyone know that from the beginning. It had to be long to cram all the super hot fucking we wrote into one story. Our three little stone...