*This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned* *When our ancestor committed the first murder, was it rage, or fear that drove them to the deed?* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. I apologiz...
Author's Note: Thank you so much for continuing to read. And thank you everyone for the wonderful comments and e-mails. It truly serves as my inspiration to continue writing this story for you guys. Please comment and rate. Thanks! ***** "See that corner over there? Works perfect for me. You can just pull over and let me out and I'll be on my way." Rayn...
With the fall of evening I was treated to a joyous reunion with my Father. We ate a light supper in the Gallery, amidst portraits of our ancestors, depicted with regal poise as their children frolicked in games and play. My favoured painting was of myself, holding the reins as I sat upon my childhood stallion whilst from between his front legs Kitty peered o...
Author's Notes WARNING: You might find this chapter depressing. I wanted to talk briefly about my schedule for writing these. Chapters of Fencing Academy are quite large, about 10,000-15,000 words apiece. This is because I envisage them more like "episodes" than "chapters", each one being more-or-less a complete story with a discrete arc that relates to...
Summary: Kyle Anders, a fast-rising young lawyer in a major east coast law office, is establishing a branch office of his firm in Kansas City. His former girlfriend, Ferry Williams, is a member of a KC firm that Kyle's firm is looking to purchase. Kyle and Ferry broke up after she discovered his attraction to exhibitionism and anonymous sexting with a famous...
*Author's note-- This is a sideproject I threw together. I hope you like it, and let me know if I should keep it going or not. Thanks a ton for reading it in the first place, it means a lot to me. Feel free to leave comments critiquing, or just general thoughts, I love to read them. Thanks again -Arraiga* She had noticed him almost as soon as he had entere...
Author's note: This is part of a long story. No part of it is intended to stand alone. I suggest starting with Part 1 In revising the whole story, I've corrected errors, but also filled in a lot. This has inevitably made it all even longer. My apologies to anyone who read it in the original form and now finds it changed for the worse. If you're looking m...
Foreword: This isn't really a BTB Revenge tale, and it might be seen as a "wimp story" by some. It's more of a different take on some of the Unsuspecting Husband tales I've seen on here. While it isn't a BTB, it's still a type of Zero Tolerance tale. Nobody gets killed in this one. :P This is basically a mental palette cleanser as far as getting back to wo...
Chapter 37 They have another busy week, with a contractor measuring and drawing the front-room, transforming their plans for a practice into something that can be made real. Through the same contractor they order a new boiler, which will be made and installed by a specialist craftsman within a few weeks, hopefully just before winter truly sets in. Vincent...
I. I began running through the girl catalogue of questions. Hair? I would definitely need to give it a good comb-out but I kept my hair relatively short and it would only take a second. Makeup? Well I'd touched it up and hour ago and could do so again once we got home. Not that I used much but I did want my lipstick and eyes to be nice for him. Lingerie ok?...