This story is dedicated in all honor and respect to the fine men (and women) of our armed forces, and to the families who wait and watch - and to two men in particular with my personal love, honor and respect - N.C.I.S. Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs (who this character is NOT but who inspired a great deal of this story) and to the love of my life...who kn...
Thank you for the comments and votes. This is my first attempt at writing a novella, and I hope you are enjoying the story. Also much like Pippa, my only languages are English, Pig Latin, and really bad French spoken with a Southern accent (Thanks loads Mademoiselle Baker) so the Swedish quoted here is from my poking on Swedish to English on-line dictionarie...
No calls to adventure in this chapter. This chapter and the next are transitional, 'normal' days, showing how our heroes are living their lives in Solais after their encounter with Casiama. Fair warning that this chapter starts slow, since there's two months of history to catch up on; Sun's Rest being our December, and the previous chapter ending in early No...
"ARE you sure it's OK, darling" sobbed Rochelle, her beautiful green eyes brimming with tears. "Are you really, really sure?" "Of course, beautiful one," replied Mel, stroking her hair, and drawing her closer to him. "Just because I've done stuff like that in the past doesn't mean I need to do it all the time." "But... But... " Rochelle held Mel tightly, r...
This is Part 2 of my story, "Just a Number'. It's best to start with Part 1 if you haven't already. If you have, thank you for continuing. Once again, I salute Bebop3 and her excellent beta reading skills. Thanks for all your input. Remaining mistakes are undoubtedly the result of my rewriting. Jonathan "Jon? Where the fuck are you?" Jonathan groaned and...
~~Antoinette~~ Deep within her tower, she sat at a table with an array of laptops, tablets, and artifacts. The resonance circle sat empty, and she had her chandelier to a normal white light. The necklace that had summoned the odd spirit of secrets sat in front of her, and she stared at it as she folded her arms across her chest. Should she tell Avery of he...
~~Jack~~ Thank god. Thank. Fucking. God. He breathed in the smell of her, and chuckled between his sobs. She was undead, like him, but he could still smell a bit of her, the old her, the living her, the person he grew up with, the person who raised him. Memories crashed into him, him sitting on the couch with her watching movies, waiting at the table while...
Cherie and Al are married * Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely...
Hi there! Becca is back. I'm putting this one back in the Mature category, but it could also fit in Loving Wives, or even Group Sex. This storyline was one of my earlier efforts, and I left it a bit unresolved. For that I apologize. I hope this one works, and you enjoy reading it. When you're done, please send me some feedback, and cast your votes. T...
"Emilie," Melissa says sweetly, forcing me to concentrate. "It is Emilie, isn't it? I'm so used to calling you Cinderella." My blood boils instantly. Caleb's ex has grown some serious brass balls. Coming at me like a coward from behind a public computer and using a teenage girl to do her dirty work was one thing. Getting all up in my personal space and pre...