Authors note: Hello everyone. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas! I hope you are enjoying the week of chapters as your gift. Please comment and vote it means a lot to me. Thank you, everyone, for the positive feedback and comments they have brightened my days. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** C...
Okay, this is the edited version of this story. Thanks to Archangel_M, who will hopefully be editing more of my work, I was able to correct majority of my mistakes. I hope this version is easier to read. Be on the look out for chapter 2, coming out very soon! ~MissWolfy~ *~*~*~*~*~*~* "Asena, come on! We need to leave now or we'll miss our flight," Kiara...
Ada's heart thumped relentlessly. Her body was covered in sweat despite the cold night air. Her blouse was so ripped up that she was practically wearing strips of cloth over her bra. Her skirt, now a few flaps of denim, now barely covered her crotch, revealing her bare legs and boots. The rain drizzled, forming puddles where she sat. She had to keep moving....
Looking at the young blonde woman lying in bed next to him, Constantine Al-Sharif was deep in thought. Gently, he kissed her forehead. Sighing, he tried not to think about the past and failed miserably. Born and partly raised in the City of Bousse in the nation of Burkina Faso, Constantine had felt odd his entire life. The son of Jacob Al-Sharif, a Lebanese...
Slipping silently into the room, she quickly crossed the distance between the rich, dark mahogany door and his finely detailed antique desk, her bare feet silent against the polished hardwood floor. She patiently stood behind his right shoulder, and although her head was down, she noticed every detail in the room. His familiar musk brought a soft smile to he...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2006 Warlord * I looked carefully into the drawer before reaching, in but there was no obvious snare. The drawer was completely lined in deep pile to prevent "hollow sounds" from rev...
Author's note: The following is an alternate ending to Ahazura's Zero, Fifty, or One Hundred. ***** I'm joking! I'm joking! Don't click away yet! This story is the result of a writing challenge that I gave to myself at the beginning of the summer. The challenge was to write a serial drama with multiple characters and multiple (sometimes interweaving) plot...
Matt smiled at the curled up ball on the passenger seat. Janey had spent much of the day playing with the kids and they had tired her out, given, 10 children between the ages of 3 months and 8 years would have tired out anyone. It was quite amusing, the way she looked happy and tired as she fiddled with the dial on the radio. Always with the music. She final...
When it comes down to it, love is all about connection. The feeling of having someone who truly knows all the good and bad about you, yet still chooses to be in your presence is what I think is the truest form of intimacy we can achieve. Perhaps one of the reasons why I idolize this idea so much is because I have never had it for myself. People are like jigs...
The bright sun streaming through the windows of our bedroom and the billowing of the sheers covering the sliding doors to our patio outside the bedroom awakes me. As I stretch lazily, I turn to seek your beautiful face on the pillow beside me but you are gone. The smell of freshly brewed coffee approaches the room and you enter carrying a tray with two cups...