Chapter 33: House of Mirrors "Did you miss me?" Gharla's face went white with rage. "How dare you show your face here again!" Before he could react, she punched him across the face. He stumbled back, rubbing his cheek. "I suppose I deserved that." "You deserve to be dead!" Gharla snarled, spit spewing from her mouth. "The way you treated Zyra! The way...
Sault St. Marie isn't what is commonly known as a big city. It's main attraction is as a tourist attraction, the only throughway for shipping from Lake Superior to the rest of the Great Lakes and home to an engineering college. My reason for choosing it was that they had a small shopping center with a number of stores and boutiques that were away from curiou...
Svenk Blackscale was not a heroic member of House Bryaugh's space force. That would have been a remarkable trick for a kobold – even one that had the one tenth dragon blood that was required by the stern admirals and generals that led House Bryaugh's military forces. But as Svenk wasn't even a willing member of the space force, heroism felt like it was askin...
As always, huge thanks to Todger65 for helping edit! ***** Krouth had whisked her, unseen, back to her room to change, while Draeseth had sent for the people required to witness the Arrangement contract being signed. Isonei could tell the slim servant was not pleased with this turn of events but he remained silent, and she was having too many doubts to dis...
Faeophobia: Magic's Hour Author's Note: I'd like to thank XXXecil for the creation of such vivid worlds, and for his unique openness towards other authors playing in them. I've been a fan for a number of years, and this is my contribution to a great body of work. I only hope I do it justice. I believe he's taking commissions now, if you ever have an idea yo...
PART 1 Hugo Long was coiled up in the back seat around his favorite log. The Autumn sun flickered over the prize winning boa constrictor as the car swerved over the river and through the woods. The librarian suggested, but did not insist, that he take the unwieldy piece of driftwood to keep Hugo at ease. It seemed to be working. Ziggy Odyssey was driving....
The final chapter - As always I would like to recommend that this story is read from the beginning. * My beautiful Chantal and I had a very restful day on Sunday although we did discuss a couple of ideas for the business. The practice of the girls lining up like a cattle sale seemed archaic and she suggested that we made a short video of each girl which co...
Three Fokkers dropped from the cloud cover above. A Spandau machine gun chewed a dual line of holes through my starboard upper wing. What was left of the bracing wire began to flay the Camel's lower wing to pieces. A burst from my Vickers put one of the German planes out of the dogfight, but I had no time to glory in my kill. I pulled up on the stick in a...
EDITOR: MIRIAM BELLE CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: MIRIAM BELLE & SIMPLY_CYN "TRACKS IN THE SNOW" *** It didn't just snow. The small city of Breystaff, along with the neighboring towns of Castleton Springs, Mt. Shasta and Weed, was blanketed with three feet of pure, virgin snow in a matter of eight hours. During the early morning hours of December 20th, Pacif...
This is the second volume of the Sierra Waycross saga. It can be read as a standalone story but if you want to see how Sierra became a gladiator then check out 'Academy' in my list of stories. This tale contains strong erotic content and sexual domination so enter at your own risk. * Sierra Waycross stood in the wings waiting for her first contest as a pr...