Three. The day of the Jeckell. Steve woke up slowly; he had stayed at Angel's apartment in the Twenty Sixth Century. His ears were missing the sound of birds twittering outside. There were no birds outside her apartment, it was underground as was all of this centuries London. The birds were on the surface with all the other wild animals including wolves a...
Sure enough, the gaggle of young women was seen approaching at ten minutes past three. Ralph and Frank always found it interesting how the girls walked in twos or in fours. It was almost a military formation, as the first of them were a sort of buffer to the girls that strode in the middle, and so were the last few. Always, one short and pretty blonde and on...
·Eskia Books A Holiday. An Eskia The Demonette Story 1. Warning. The following tale concerns the Demonettes and as such are not recommended practices for mere humans. Demonettes have a flexible structure that enables then to partake in activities that would not be possible for humans, Being a sex mad non-human immortal might help as well. So ple...
"Ruby? James?" Elle Franklin searched the Hilton for them. Room to room. Down corridors. The Lab. The basement bathing area. Beyond those she had not explored. They had been so busy the last few weeks there had been no time to discover new things. Something they really should have done long ago. In a starship the size of three football fields there was most...
When I woke up it was already light and all three women in my current world were sitting outside. I rubbed the gunk out of my eyes and swayed outside, tired from the restless sleep. 'Morning..' I yawned. 'Well, you sound awake.' Tashee said and giggled. 'I feel like I haven't slept at all..' I muttered. 'But one part very awake now.' giggled Naylee. I t...
Copyright PennameWombat May 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual e...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Although set in the same town as another of my stories this story is about different people within the town, though you may see cameos from past characters. Thank you once again to Paul for being my second set of eyes. I hope you enjoy this tale. ~ellie. * Prologue Quinn sat dazed and confused. She looked uncomprehendingly a...
Drip, drip, drip! Thick drops of watery fluid was falling from the ceiling and hitting Harley on the forehead. She groaned loudly and rolled away. Every part of her body ached. Not that this was surprising to her after she realised that she had been sleeping on the metal grated floor in one of the corridors. How did I end up here? she wondered. Have I been...
Camilla had a very strange dream that morning as she lay naked on Mr. Langella's living room carpet, which was still stained with her copious come from the night before. Camilla and her mother, Collette, were in the living room of Collette's house, in the middle of a terrible argument. "No!" Camilla, naked, shouted. "I won't put my clothes on! I'll do what...
July 22, 2004 Miss Shelley Martin Somewhere in Jersey New Jersey, USA Miss Martin: I'm writing to follow up on a request that was made of you regarding a publication you are currently receiving entitled simply, "The Coach." As with any publication, we're interested in receiving your feedback regarding the publication. Our records show you have received Ch...