The name is Franklin Joseph. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Presently I'm studying Criminology at Concordia University and I also work part-time as a Mobile Supervisor for a Security Company. I've been in the Confederation of Canada since July 2008. It's been a little more than two years. So far, I ki...
Stereotypes. We all have to deal with them. My name is Nelly Francesca Sylvain. I'm 24 years old. Just a young Black woman living in the City of Cap-Haitien, Northern Haiti. I attend the University of Roi Henri Christophe, where I study business administration. I am a naturalized Canadian citizen since 2000 but I opted to study in my homeland of Haiti for a...
Hello, there. My name is Thomas James Des-Champs, T.J. to my friends, and I'm a six-foot-two, lean and mean, brown-skinned and black-haired, ruggedly handsome gentleman of the Haitian persuasion. I hail from the City of Cap-Haitien, in Northern Haiti. Way down in the Caribbean. I'm a former police officer and car mechanic by trade, but my avocation is hun...
The sun rose over the City of Cap-Haitien, located on the northern coast of Haiti, and found Alain Edmond already awake. Standing on top of the villa which had been in his family for generations, the young man looked at the metropolis sprawling from the hilltop neighborhood of Bel-Air. This was where he grew up, and he hadn't seen his home in almost two deca...
Please vote and comment Chapter 5 I was astonished at what Anastasia said shaking my head over and over. "So this whole thing was a manipulation of me!" I exclaimed. She put her hands on mine and I tried to pull away as I put my head down. "Look at me, look at meeeee. Las nigh I had the best sex of my entire life with ju, just ju and me together. I know...
De Sade stared out his window and brooded. Sasha, that mouthy wench, had had the nerve to accuse him of pouting. Ridiculous, of course. A man of his breeding never pouted. Brooding though, that was an appropriate response to his current situation because he was here, in his bed-chamber, and missing all the fun, rather than one floor up in the Master chamber...
Alan stood at the other end of the door, grinning a deceptive grin. "Now with that call out of the way, may I come in?" he asked. Tom moved to the side, and Alan made himself comfortable on one of the chairs in the small main room. "You smoke Tom?" he asked. "No, I quit a couple years ago. Besides, there's no smoking in the dor-". Alan pulled out a c...
My name is Marguerite Bonheur Sinclair, and I'm here with a story to tell. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on January 2, 1961. My family has been in Canada ever since the region of Quebec was called New France. I'm as French-Canadian as the fleur-de-lys itself, which kind of bothers my friends when they find out about my preference in...
We travel by night to avoid enemy fighters: bomb-laden American P-47's, rocket-toting English Typhoons. Death angels. Twelve kilometers more. I can nearly smell Marie Colette's perfume sweat, bad breath, and sex through the road-dust clogging my straight, Teutonic nose. The long barrel jutting out ahead of our Panther G, a 75mm KwK 42 L/70 cannon, reminds...
Chapter Fourteen: Crisis and Conclusion Hawk I snapped the phone closed and looked at the crew. Gretchen had somehow come through with a description of our guy. True, he might not be the killer, but he was the best suspect or witness that I had. The connection with the Right Reverend was more than a little confusing, but once we had all the players in hand...