Writer's Note: This story begins after the disappearance of Philippe Trufont in Vampires' Victim Disappears. * Lucius Carter sauntered down the sidewalk on Esplanade Avenue as the sun set over the French Quarter. He had no reason to hurry but did look forward to spending the night with his granddaughter. He reached the ancient brick building that had been...
Disclaimer: All characters and events are purely fictional. All characters are at least 18 years of age. "Bracchia et voltum teretisque suras integer laudo; fuge suspicari cuius octauvm trepidavit aetas claudere lustrum." ("Arms and countenance and those lissome ankles cooly uninvolved I commend; suspect not one whose rushing life has already drawn its f...
Amy looked down at her fingers coated with the chalk dust and sighed to herself. Just one more day to the weekend. She had the parent teacher conference looming ahead of her, though. She would have to call on all her patience and tact as parent after parent entered her classroom to discuss a child’s performance. It would be a long night. She brushed her...
"Look over there, dear. I'm checking this side." Sister Beth instructed as she looked over dusty, old book shelves. Valery searched the other side of the room, going through equally old shelves. They were at the archives, but not the main ones. These were the "really old" archives, mostly containing documents that weren't relevant anymore or somehow outdated...
Chapter 1 At the headquarters of The Order of Saint Ishmael, situated in a picturesque castle in Austria, the Grand Council was holding their first, official bi-monthly meeting. Thirteen people, all dressed in long robes with deep hoods, hiding their faces, were seated around a huge and highly polished table. The Order of Saint Ishmael, a latter-day club...
Tina had mentioned to Dave a bar she’d heard about that catered to certain sorts of sexual adventurers and suggested she and Dave visit one night to check out the scene. A friend had described it to her and said she occasionally liked to go there with her husband. These two were old fashioned ‘swingers’ and Jane had told Tina that this bar catered to those l...
It was six in the morning on a lovely Thursday morning. I could smell the sweet smell of flowers in the distance and even of freshly cut lawns. Birds were singing and the day was so very pleasant. I am the assistant priest at St. Mary's of Perpetual Help and Chaplain for the high school. I walked towards the back door of the high school which I always used i...
Chapter 5: The Shark At the convent where J.R. first met Julia, after he left for college, things changed for Sister Julia. Mother Hicks passed away and a new Mother Superior took over. She was not friendly at all. Mother Superior Lockwood was an old battle axe who acted more like a Marine Corp drill sergeant than Nun. Her tyrannical way of running the conv...
Please give me the support of your vote and comment All characters portrayed in this story are over the age of 18-years-old. There are no minor characters in this story. * "I'm mad as Hell and I won't take it anymore. Now, get the fuck off my lawn!" If you think terrorists are angry, think again. The average middleclass American is much angrier. The aver...
Chapter 2—A Ray of Hope James was naked when he woke on Saturday morning. His bout of self-pleasuring the prior night filtered back into his consciousness. He had performed an act that he had vowed that he never would. It was a vow made only to himself. He had never broken his vows made to others, and to God, only this private one. As he lay in bed perusing...