~chapter 2 ~Eliza/Lisa The sun blazed hotly in the midmorning sky, turning the arid wasteland of the freehold expanse into a sweltering mess as Eliza gawked at the cargo arranged before them and tried not to pass out from heat exhaustion. The heat in the dilapidated warehouse was oppressive, outside wasn't any better, and her pounding headache was only mak...
This story began loosely based on real events. It has unfortunately turned into Fiction. All names have been changed to protect the not-so innocent. It may help to read the previous chapters of this story but is probably not essential. It's been two years since the last installment, but somehow life got in the way and I had to stop working on it. All charact...
Rogue is a senior of Bayville High School. While she attends a normal high school, Rogue lives at another school, a school for the gifted, for mutants. Created by Professor Charles Xavier, this school teaches mutants how to controls their mutant abilities and become productive members of society. The school is located in a Professor Xavier personal mansion,...
The world ached and Cole wanted it to stop. He'd settle with the tightness behind his eyes or the rope that rubbed sorely against his wrists and ankles, but anything be stop the nausea-waves that came from the tender back of his head. He was also upside down or his captors were marching him across a grass ceiling, neither possibility helping his blurry eyes...
I had admired "Mrs. Big Tits" for over six years, ever since we moved into the neighbourhood. She was the woman across the back lane. We moved in on a Friday. Saturday was her daughter's birthday party. The pony escaped from her yard into ours, and my first glimpse of her was chasing the horse, massive mammaries trying to bounce out of a skimpy T-shirt. We...
"I need to go to a library," I informed Tolem after I'd finished my breakfast. I'd had eggs and toast. I decided that I'd have to speak to the cook about being a little more creative with my meals. I grew up with grits and red-eye gravy on tope of a slice of ham, or biscuits and sausage gravy, or at least eggs and bacon. The point? It was after ten o'clock a...
Author's Warning: This is the start of a perverse tale involving sometimes nonconsensual sex, extremely rough sex, and fantasy violence. It may also have its slow moments, too. Her robe wrapped around her, Marilah slipped her hood over her head as she crept out of the palace. Two guards fell into step behind her as they made their way to the secret exit, bo...
Chapter 2: Handsome bandits My eyelids were once again heavy. I slowly opened them to see where I was. Even though I was told to expect it, what I saw still surprised me. A forest, a forest with trees unlike any I had seen before. The bark was grey and the leaves varied from green to orange. I suppose it could just be autumn, but it was in the middle of win...
Chapter One Hundred Fifty-One: Peak Security "The Crows figured out Zevran's alive, and they know he's here." Aedan waited a beat before continuing, "We were attacked on our way here from Kinloch." Eyes widening at his words, I did a quick visual inspection and confirmed that neither of them seemed to be injured. I'd just assumed that the Crows would let...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of the rights to Blood Bowl (I'd be much plumper in the wallet if I did) and make no claim to do so -- this is simply a bit of fiction set in some version of the universe created by the great minds behind the original game. -[::]- "Welcome, sports fans, back to CabalVision's live coverage of this Midwinter Festival celebra...