"So I says, do we really need those foreigners, comin' to our country, stealin' our jobs, eatin' our dogs and what do I know? It's about time somebody does somethin' about that, and if we needs to break some international laws, so what? Not our fault that those stinkin' fishguzzlers are too stupid to keep their own country runnin', namsayn? You with me there...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Author's Note: It's been a while, I know, but here we are again, returning to Tula and Reld's adventures. Sorry about the long wait - work, life, all the usual excuses. You know how it is. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. As always, constructive criticism is always appreciat...
He sat and scanned the reports that the officials had sent him. It was stark and a dose of reality that he wasn't really prepared to accept. He'd had these 'doses' of reality over the past year and this was one of the hardest. She was actually dead. He raised his head and listened, and there was only quiet. The girls were asleep, their nap time, his thinki...
"I don't need this." I tossed the photo back on the desk and she picked it up studying it for a few seconds. "Oh yeah, looked her up on the net and found this headshot. You know, if you print a picture on good enough paper, it almost passes for the real thing. I only use the best glossy paper for my inkjet; what about you?" Ms. Frakkes smiled sweetly foldin...
My cousin Carter shot me a devilish smirk when he opened the door to my bakery. That was his way of telling me he wasn't alone. He knew I had a crush on his new mechanic Bill, and he made a point of bringing him along every time he walked from his corner garage down to my corner to bum a cup of coffee and some sweets. "Hi, squirt," he teased as he perused t...
ELENA Five days ago, we burned Sherok's body. The Terdini and Protaki stood in solemn silence as Brock set the pyre aflame. He didn't show his sadness, but we all knew his wrath. The next day he began to whip the Protaki into fighting shape. He was brutal and merciless with the ill-trained men, often times beating them into submission when they failed. Des...
They sat at the dark oak dining table; two candles set between them; outside beyond the panes of glass in the window it was not yet quite dark. George Crombie seated at the head of the table, young Ivy Reid at the other, a little formal in their placing but so was the setting out of cutlery, glassware and china. Between them a bottle of wine in an ice bucket...
My name is Scott, and I'm a professional ballet dancer for the Chandler Theatre. I'm also a nude model. In some ways my nude modeling is more exciting and intense than my ballet dancing. Initially I tried to keep my nude modeling a secret from my fellow ballet dancers, however, it didn't take very long for that attempt to fail. Most of my fellow dancers...
Thomas Smith and Genevieve, daughter of Louis the Innkeeper, were married under the spreading oak tree on an early spring day just after the second plowing. The weather had held, bright and clear, until midway through Father Liam's benediction. He had been in the middle of the sentence "Fruit of their loins-"when a tremendous clap of thunder drowned him out....
Note- Totally fiction. I have never met Emma Watson and this never happened. xxx I had decided after my most recent disaster trying to help out young men and women in need of guidance and support that I would turn to something that I knew best. No, not fucking. Acting. The organised free dinner for the needy and unemployed in South London had backfired bad...