The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
I don't know how much you know about the Kingdom where I live. We are, I have to admit, a little off the beaten track, so we don't see many visitors. We also have a problem with poverty that keeps traders and curious visitors away. Even wandering barbarian hordes tend to back off when they approach our borders, figuring that the demand for plundering, pillag...
Chapter 48. It was around 2 O'clock in the AM: Shift work coupled with snow made Jack later than usual getting home - not to mention the blisters on his ass-hole that caused walking to pose a real bind to his getting around lately. Mary was sleeping: Zonked-out on pills and booze. They hadn't talked that much since the incident, and there was a large, cold,...
Sand blew in molten abrasive waves, scouring over the figure of the man as he tried to stay on his feet in the endless dunes around him. It bristled on his skin, irritated him as it got into every crack and crevice in his body. It stung at his lips and burned in his eyes. With a raspy growl, he tried to brush some of it away, but it settled back in, thicker...
Thanks for the comments on my story, Just a Glimpse. I read them all. Most wanted the other side of the story, so here it is. The time frame starts a short while after she and her lover were seen by her husband in that parking lot. So you should read Just a Glimpse first. Just a glimpse was written all in the mind of the husband (Jeremy) and what that single...
Chapter 16: Used (Part II) Agenda He pushed her on her back and spread her legs. Grinning at her speechlessness he bent down. "Yes. You asssked for it. His tongue dove into her pink weeping folds and she screamed as she came. Zyra felt like she floated, suspended by the coursing blood that pulled out that scream, straight from the tips of her toes. She...
Chapter 7: Wounds Present day Mariah held the crook of Master Gabriel's arm. She tried not to lean on it too heavily. She could feel his warmth radiating through his shirtsleeve. He smelled good. Clean, like rain. She had never particularly noticed the smell of a master before, except their breath when it was hot and rancid on her face. The old memory of...
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 or over. ***** An encounter of a different kind. ***** Aurora quickly settled into the passage, leaving the last few days of drama and excitement behind. With Beck at the helm, Watson sat huddled over his battered old silver laptop, pursuing a storyline utterly mundane compared to the past few day...
1 Watching a livestream of Sukhumvit Road, Na knew she'd feel like a fish out of water... Bangkok... The lights, the traffic, the faces, streets brimming, floods of activity... One single city block had more people in its radius than Na had ever seen in her entire life, coming from a small rice farming village in Nowhere, Nakhon Phanom... Bangkok, Krung...
Talia's POV I was practically shaking, the idea that someone I trusted had betrayed us had my wolf prowling in my mind. I pulled out my phone and dialed. "Uncle Clark, there's a problem," I said. I told him what had been reported to me about the behavior of the Copper Creek pack, leaving out who told me and why they were watching. "Alpha Justin Heranus and...