Charles Thompson, Esq. POV Three Weeks Later "Come on, John. Time to head to the courthouse." Beta John Pearson grabbed his suit jacket and walked ahead of me to the door. He was a big guy, he moved like a warrior, and he was one. He could be really scary, but he was a really nice guy. I should know, he'd stayed with me for the last twenty days after mak...
Max Harper lived for clients like Thompson Industries. The excitement was high and the thousand bucks an hour plus expenses paid the bills. It was chump change for any of his clients. When they called, he knew they were losing millions a day and they knew he always solved the problem. It was his first time working for Thompson Industries. The automatic door...
Chapter Two: The Party Finally the day of the party arrived and I was so excited. I spent the afternoon laying every thing out on my bed in preparation for the night. My ball gown, Corset, breast forms, silk full fashioned stockings and black velvet ankle strap six inch wedge high heels were all laid out ready to go. I packed my purse with all I would need...
PLEASE NOTE There is no graphic sex described in this story. Chapter One Authors note: Denis Compton a renowned cricketer of that time, often known as 'The Brylcreem Boy' because of his dapper appearance and slicked hair. I lost Mavis a month ago. To tell the truth it wasn't a surprise; she had fought long and hard, never complaining of the pain always...
Chapter Thirty Four Ged spent the remainder of his week in London arranging songs with Gerry Frobisher, and eating with him and his wife each evening. On the Friday, Robin came to visit. "You've phoned Cassie," she said as soon as she sat down. Ged looked at her in surprise. "No," he said. "I realised after you went that I've not got her number. She's...
*** Author's Note: The "ad" in my story is Full of typos, grammatical errors and, well, just crappy writing nonsense but I assure you it is Part of the story, so please bear with it. :) I also had to blank out the email addresses I made up for the characters to comply with Lit's rules, so please don't think I was being uninventive. Oh, and please don't forge...
Miriam Hancock rarely absented herself from Fairyfield during term-time, but the need for extra finance to fight off the threat of the National Trust meant her having to take time off to cajole, threaten or physiologically squeeze her donors. Alec Grimshaw was a case in point, he had not contributed for quite some time and to see him she had to travel to Yor...
NOTE: This is a HALLOWEEN CONTEST 2018 submission, so ratings and comments are welcome. NOTE 2: This story ended up taking on a life of its own and is far from what I planned when I started. It may not be to everyone's liking, but it means a lot to me and I hope some others find it enjoyable. "September sun blowing golden hair... October's rust bisecting b...
My name is Rob, Rob Hayes. I'm twenty three years old and I work in the City of London for a well known Private Bank as a Financial Planning Manager. That is to say I look after high net worth individuals and advise them on tax planning, Inheritance Tax mitigation and investing to protect and grow their wealth. I graduated from Oxford Brookes University wit...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 106 "Baby, wake up," Cindy hissed into Paul's ear. "Huh?" Paul drunkenly grumbled. "Baby, please wake up," Cindy whimpered as another contraction stabbed at her insides. "Baby's coming?" Pam asked, wide awake. "I think so," Cindy whimpered....