The Passenger Chapter 8 The cubicle that Por led us into was small, but the ubiquitous Gawrran wood paneling that covered the walls gave it a pleasant and comfortable atmosphere. From the markings on the wooden floor it was clear that other furniture or fixtures had been removed at some time in the past, and most of the floor space was now taken up by the...
Author's note: this story has been re-edited to bring it up to my current standards as part of an effort to make Ebooks. It features improved editing, grammar, punctuation, and also includes rewrites and expanded scenes where necessary. Please see my bio for more information. CHAPTER 1: SANDWICH GIRL "You there, sir! You look like you need a sandwich! I ma...
Ch. 09: The War, Won, yet Lost... The Crystal Tower would never be the same again. The once-majestic tower was now standing in the middle of a wasteland that stretched far across the Northern Continent. The very same tower was now the gateway of the realm of Lore to the cursed Underworld, realm of the demons. Supreme Commander Daemon sat uncomfortably on...
This story follows the lives of several of the characters in Whose Fault Was It. It should be free standing but there is useful information in the previous story lines. Again I know this isn't perfect in grammar and spelling. I do appreciate all constructive posts that will help me improve. Thanks ***** JILL TRENTON Jill Stanley Trenton drove away wi...
Author's Notes: This story isn't really meant to be read on its own, although I tried my best to write it in a way that it makes sense regardless. For maximum enjoyment, you'd better read my "Leo and the Dragon" and "Shilana's Trial" stories first. Thanks again to bikoukumori, for taking care of errors faster than an elven arrow to the face and my lady lov...
Chapter 1: I Meet the Goddess “Venus, goddess of love?” I stared at the picture of the small figurine in the book I had borrowed from the library. “Nothing like the Venus de Milo I’ve seen in another book,” I thought. She was beautiful even if she didn’t have arms. This one had ballooning breasts, huge thighs and buttocks. Her hair covered her face like a...
The wind roars through the barren trees, the cold as sharp as an executioner's ax. Though she cannot feel her fingers, Mother clutches her threadbare cloak tighter to her boney body. Sinking lower to the horse below her, she tries to leech warmth from the poor beast as his ice matted legs break through the thick fallen snow. Neither of them has much strength...
Author's Notes: As always, heartfelt thanks go out to those who helped me put this mess in order. My lady love for inspiration and criticism, bikoukumori for a quick and painless editing job and my Patrons and beta readers for being awesome! All participants in sexual activities are considered "adults" in their respective species. Fair warning: This chapt...
Dear Readers, Hello again. I'm sorry I've been away so long, but hopefully this next story will make a good apology. It is based on my favorite fairytale, King Thrushbeard. A little warning: future chapters will be submitted under the BDSM category...and possibly Romance, I haven't quite decided yet. Like all of my stories, there is a bit of a long lead i...
Chapter 25: Trust me "More!" "Rawr!" Zyra ran, her sword drawn. Purple sparks flew into the air as the blade skidded over his shield. She took another step and jabbed, swung, chopped, anything to pierce skin, to draw blood on him. "That's not good enough!" "RAWR!" Her breath gushed out of her with the effort she made to charge at. She came at him from...