This story inspired by the writings of MonikerSmith and XXXecil Chapter 1 -- A plea answered It must have been close to 3am, Lee looked at the clock and gave a sigh of hopelessness. He had given up trying to sleep his own regrets and misery once again overwhelmed him. Lee often suffered these moments when darkness would envelope him, forcing another sleep...
Summer's crucible made gravity of the falling day, dragging the heat of the afternoon down upon me like a wool blanket. My hair, perfect when I left the house, had fallen down around my brow in a tangle of curls and waves; roguish but not what I had intended. Sweat streaked my green shirt black and made a shimmering haze of my skin. The wind was utterly abse...
Meera's POV I've never run this fast in my life. I was running for hours but I wasn't being delusional. I knew better than anyone I couldn't escape. I've been taught to avoid werewolves at all cost and to be as far from them as possible since I was kid. Even if they were merciful to my kind, it would be a miracle to get away from wolf in one piece. Image ho...
I looked up at the small office complex. It certainly didn't look like much, but it represented a big step for me and my professional career. The last few months had been soul-crushing. The worst part wasn't the constant interviews or even the countless rejections - it was when they just didn't bother to let me know how it went. But finally, somehow, I was s...
Inga was a powerful busty German woman. She was tall and very powerful. She was also a sadistic, nymphomaniac ruler. No man could handle her in bed. She took joy out of crushing men and women with her sexual skill and power. No one could handle her. She all ready own Germany and was moving on to other countries. She spoke in a cheesy cartoon accent. She love...
It was late in fall, an uncharacteristically warm day. I decided to hit the beach near my house one last time before winter hit, and we all hunkered down for the season. The beach is small, and even in summer not terribly crowded, known to and used by mainly locals, and a day this late in the season mean I had the place all to myself. My name is Betsy, I'm...
Helen gazed, fascinated by the wondrous stretch of soft, enticing mud-like quicksand that filled the clearing, in the deep, dark sensual shadows of the forest. Her forest. And waiting here, eternally, was her deep, dark secret paramour... as soft as silk, yet as strong as a bull. It had been some years since she had discovered it, as a younger, slimmer, alm...
It had been a long week at work, filled with frustrating drama and useless fighting among co-workers; I just couldn't wait to get to the weekend. Not to mention, I was going to be spending it with him in a cabin in the woods. This weekend was going to be our first weekend away together, and I was really looking forward to it! The drive up to the cabin was...
I'm late and she's mad. I know she's mad. It's just that the line at the first flower shop was so ungodly long that I had to go to another shop, and that one was out of roses. Well, they had a few, but they weren't beautiful enough for her. By the time I got to the third flower shop, it was already six-thirty and I knew she'd be waiting, but I'd be damned i...
When Barbara had been a little girl there were only two kinds of people out in Gotham after dark, victims and criminals. That had changed seven years ago when he had arrived seemingly from no where. In Gotham most people could clearly divide the history of their city into two distinct eras. Before the Bat and After. After the Bat arrived in Gotham there were...