Chapter 12 -- The Collaring **Characters and text are protected under copyright law Chloe woke slowly out of a dream in which she'd been riding on a train racing through a vast and verdant landscape. Master had been with her, the two of them watching the beautiful vistas speed past their window while he lovingly bound her up like a present with an endless...
Life is so unfair. And it does not hesitate to remind you of that fact. I certainly did not forget it while walking the sandy streets of the Piercer. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, let me tell you my pre-story first. First, about myself. I am called Alicia nowadays, I used to have a second name, but that is meaningless now. I am (or at least was) a p...
Here is the second part of the chapter. Again it isn't edited so please excuse any mistakes . I am undecided if i will make the next part of the story chapter 12 part 3 or chapter 13 will decide that once i finish it. Please enjoy. ***** Meanwhile across town Ziaran walked into the El Resto Del Vaqueroin a few minutes before he was supposed to meet the you...
Jess slept amazingly well and woke up feeling refreshed. The first faint rays of dawn shone through her window. She lingered in bed with a satisfied smile as she relived every moment of her encounter with Nick in the sauna. Whether it was because she had loved him for so long or because he was simply a fabulous lover, she had never experienced such gratifyin...
Zerzinski took on his academic airs again. "Part of my interest in sociology is the media. How it behaves, what it covers. How that affects people as individuals, and society as a whole. Who owns the media, the phenomenon of the media cycle, etc. "But analyzing the media from a safe distance, and being at the center of the storm, are two different things...
Nothing a King did was quite as dull as checking the post, but it had to be done, and birds brought letters to the palace hourly. Ulric had half a mind to ignore the lot of it, to let Edwin read them all and relay what little importance there was to him after. But Ulric knew better—he was taught better. 'A King who reads no letters knows no Kingdom,' his fat...
This is my first story of this genre. Comments and feedback are appreciated and welcome. I hope you enjoy the story. -- Larissa closed the last drawer in her dresser, relieved that she had finally done it. It had taken a lot of convincing, patience, overtime work at the coffee shop, and planning, but she had gotten the keys to her parents' summer home to r...
The car drifted to an agonisingly near-silent halt, engine quiet, brakes noiseless, and even the gearbox making no more sound than a breathless hiss of slowing mechanical motion. The tyres created the only real noise, crunching through the light gravel as the vehicle came to rest. Alone in the normally reliable old Rover, Abigail Worthington closed her eyes...
Derek felt tonight's apprehension squeeze itself under his shirt and crawl across his skin. It was prickly and hot and he didn't want to think about it anymore. Derek had had more gallery openings than he could count, but it never seemed to get any easier. He couldn't relax enough to mingle and network, which was what these things were all about. Maybe that...
Chapter 7 – The Party Ryan stood in front of his hotel and watched her drive away with a wave through the sunroof of the blue Mercedes. He felt relieved to recover with a couple hours out of the sun. A long, cold shower and a short nap would feel good. The fresh, cool, crisp sheets against his naked body soothed him into a sound sleep behind heavy drapes th...