I believe this chapter will make more sense if you read Chapter 1. There is little sex in this story. The main character is based on a real person. His actions are what actually happen, the best I can remember.. I have taken some literary license with the story, but it is based on reality. One last thing, don't beat me up on the time line. I am telling a sto...
Down the hallway, we see one of my guards laying facedown on the carpet... is that blood?! "What the fuck," I whisper. Shane walks out and grabs my arm, pulling me close. A noise comes from down the hall, in my father's office. Where all of the illegal shit is kept. Fuck. "Was that your mother?" Shane asks hopefully. "She stays in her room all night, the...
They fell into the tomb, the two of them. Lester cursed loudly as he nursed his bruised hip and ankle, which he was certain was now broken. The demon, at least for now, seemed to have left them. "The fuck are we? What's happening?" Lester was a large and out-of-shape teenager, with sad eyes which he'd always been told made him look slow. He mopped the swea...
This is a work of fiction, taken from the real life experiences of a number of people I know and care about. Mental health awareness is something I am passionate about; men's mental health is often overlooked and played down. If you are affected by any of the topics covered in my story, please seek appropriate help and support. This story may contain trigg...
Chad knew that his response to her question might be the most crucial moment of his life. Not only his destiny but perhaps hers and their daughter's rested upon his answer. He needed to convince this woman that he wanted, needed, to be a part of this situation. The problem was he had never been all that good with those fancy words. Sure, his grandmother ma...
Chad Wilson looked out over the brown grass, gently blowing in the crisp autumn breeze towards the tall pine trees that covered most of the twenty acres of his East Texas home. It might not be much, but this property was the culmination of his lifelong dream. A place all his own. A tiny piece of history. His history. He stared at the newsfeed on his phone a...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Forty-five year old Patrica Wilson was laid to rest on a beautiful fall day. The cancer that took her life at least was merciful taking only three months from diagnosis to her being with the Lord. During the grave side service her husband, Rob, and their petite twenty year old dau...
Disclaimer: As you read this story, keep in mind that I try to include something for everyone, and some people are always looking for mistakes. So, if you find any errors, please remember that they are there for a reason. Inspiration: I've mentioned before that my stories tend to come from a single moment that came into my head through some inspiration. Th...
Chapter 1 (of three): Brenda could have or do anything she wanted Brenda had a hysterectomy as a result of complications from the birth of her daughter who she named Sydney. Fortunately for her, she got the house in the hills in the divorce plus one million dollars in cash. Her ex husband Charles also had to pay four thousand per month until Sydney was eigh...
Everybody in this story is over 18. PROLOGUE: - This story continues the adventures of and his perversion for panties with first Beckie (dirty old man) and her mum Maria (Marias Mum) and (Saturday Morning) Continued from Saturday Morning. They all dressed and got into Eric's car which is a sports car so it was low and the girls had to climb in showing t...