Two days before Halloween, Mick Newhart woke to the tumble of the Mediterranean Sea on the French Rivera shore below his hotel window, the scent of seaweed, salt, and brioche wafting through the open window, while the light in the room edged from pure darkness to deepest violet blue. He had been sleeping fitfully, a feeling of impending dread unshakable abou...
Author's Note: Tim413413, as always, has my thanks. Stories write themselves, I have yet to teach them to edit themselves. ***** The kingdoms met again the next day, this time with Uri. Our dislike for each other was present in the room although it was tempered by the two kings. Uri was informed of our progress, and he had insight I did not expect. He had...
Author's Note: I want to thank my friend EM Kay for the help with the story and the editing. A great editor and a good friend. I floated on air for days, although it took me that long to build up the courage to go to the drug store and buy condoms. Made me laugh though, they were burning a hole in my pocket but when I used the toilet at school I noticed sta...
Dear Reader, there is mention to true events near the beginning of this story. I only mention this to highlight the mood and feel of that time in Québec City. This was the era, exact date and city I had chosen for this story before doing a little research. I found it all too fitting, to add to the eerie setting that I wanted to convey. A Dhampir, also call...
Edited by Thegreat_pretender Wednesday-Wet Ways With the rain stopping later on in the night, the town was once again up and running on their usual business. Muutan had been drained. After tapping out early that morning, she began loading up her heavier shipments for the businesses that day. "Whew, even though I drained my tits this morning I still fee...
Chapter 8 -- The Conclusion Please read Chapters 1-7. They will give you a better understanding of the characters, situations, and obviously how we got to this point in the tale. There are no graphic sex scenes in this story. As usual constructive comments and emails are welcome and appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read my tale and please enj...
Chapter Two: The Mansion "Hello Ms. Pendergrast," Mr. Smith smiled politely at the prim child care worker after he walked out to greet us. "Hello Sabrina," Mr. Smith stretched out a beautifully manicured hand and I shook it shyly. "I hope you like our little home here," Mr. Smith added warmly. Little home? I would hardly call it little and almost laugh...
I stood in front of the mirror and I had to admit I didn't look too bad for a forty-four year old woman. My frizzy, kinky black hair hung just below my shoulders and I wore a simple gold chain around my neck, a shiny contrast against my skin and a stark polarity with my dark eyes. The V-neck of my silky red dress pointed to the cleavage between my breasts, w...
How little you really need LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. Copyright (c) 2015 by Acup A word of warning, I write good st...
Author's note: Thank you to the wonderful, breathtakingly handsome Brit for the super-quick turnaround on this story. To my readers, this story was written at the request of some of you. I hope you enjoy it, and them VOTE to help me win the Holiday Winter Contest, and COMMENT to let me know your thoughts! xoxo, Annie ------------------------------------...