As a girl, Sue had been a parent. Her father and mother had died young, but now before giving her a baby brother to care for. So, a teenage girl, she'd stepped into the gap. Washed his clothes, done his dishes, cut the crusts off his sandwiches. All while a part of her, and it fluctuated in size every day, saw the other girls who only had to worry about diet...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Please be aware that this is the third series in the world of the Twelve Tables. It is heavily set in the BDSM lifestyle of Dominant men and submissive women although that can, and does, vary from time to time, the concept is constant. I am, as always, grateful to David and Kate for being my second sets of eyes. I hope those o...
I was back in L.A and on my way to meet Ariana for lunch. The trip to Vancouver had been very productive and a lot of fun. But it was always nice to be home. I pulled up to the restaurant and left my car with the valet. The hostess led me to a table where Ariana was already waiting. She broke out in a large smile when she saw me and stood up to give me a hug...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. The miracle is not that children grow up. It is they want to come home afterwards. 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 apologize to Homer and the...
Erica pressed her back against the crumbling stone wall, its sandstone face broken and scarred with centuries of disuse, and swept a strand of hair back over her ear. Around her, the low afternoon sun cast long shadows across the overgrown courtyard, ancient and undisturbed for generations. The walls marked out the borders of buildings that must have been va...
December 1916 The Real Thing It was bitterly cold. Condensation droplets flew from the fuselage of the Avro 504 like icy needles, striking Phillip in the face, so he pulled his scarf a little higher. He opened the throttle and the plane began to rumble forward over the wet grass. The instructor’s voice sounded faint and tinny through the ‘Gosport tube’, a r...
_,.-:*'' ANGELS IN A BOOKSTORE ''*:-.,_ It had been true romance and her heart fluttered with the thoughts of their time together. As Taylor watched the rain fall from the sky, she pulled the wool blanket around her body, and took another sip of her tea. It was a gloomy, lazy day, and she found herself sitting in the cushioned rocker gazing out the glass do...
This story has quite a lengthy build, but hang in there the fun does come. Also, this is (the start of) an interracial story, however, because of its length and the necessity of chapters, I chose to post it in Novels/Novellas. Thank you for reading my work. I hope you enjoy it. All comments and feedback is greatly appreciated. ~Eve ****** It's a very jar...
Author's Note: This is NOT the kind of Part 4 that is designed to stand alone. You will be very lost without having read the first three parts. As with Part 3, this part alternates between Devyn's and Vivian's point of view and narrative voice. All the first-person perspective is Devyn and all the third person is Vivian. I'll share answers to some recu...
She looked at me curiously over the top of a drink. We were sitting on the patio by the pool, late on a Friday afternoon. I was sweaty and tired from hours completing a complex Internet installation at her family's home. Behind us, speakers floated Mozart from an Internet radio station. It sounded very nice, but had taken a lot of work to put in place. "Y...