She had known this was going to happen the whole time. But that didn't make it hurt any less. Bella chided herself as she checked her phone for what had to have been the 500th time in the last hour. He wasn't going to text her. Or call her. Or message her. Or whatever her. They never did. Marcus had seemed different at first! They had chatted on an...
by VodouBlue and Sonja Black Dylan wasn't limping quite so badly by the time he reached his room. 'Uhg!' he thought. 'No more sparring with Tyr right after he suffers a big disappointment.' He sprawled facedown on his bed as Harper followed him in, chattering away about his clever repairs to the slipstream drive. Dylan groaned --mostly for effect-- and sta...
(Author's note: The idea for this series grew out of a writing challenge I posted on the Author's Hangout, here on Lit. It began as a basic premise of being a government agent who travels back in time to fix changes made by an unknown group called the 'Rectifiers,' and blossomed from there. The TMA – Temporal Management Agency – is a multi-natio...
This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. You don't need to read part 1 of Like Mother, Like Daughter to understand what happens, but it will help. Dylan's adventures started out with the "One For The Road" series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to...
January 4th, 2005 Dylan Montgomery stood in front of the Washington monument, a pamphlet in hand. There weren't too many people out in Washington and it seemed to Dylan it was because of the temperature, which was hovering around 30 degrees. He drew his scarf closer around his neck and walked towards the line waiting to get in. There was a group of school...
Dylan and Sophie, both newly met neighbours going out on their first date, were at a new club called The Sanctuary. The highlight of the new club was The Ice Bar, first ever in Malaysia actually. According to Dylan, drinks were served in an enclosed bar, with a room temperature maintained at between minus 10 to minus 15 degree Celcius. That sounded very inte...
Buck's stereo alarm clock cranked out Duran Duran's "View to a Kill" sharply at 7 a.m. The young man could hardly keep his eyes open. Trudging his way to school, he soon saw his best friend, also appearing overly fatigued. "How much sleep did you get?" Buck asked. He didn't need to hear the answer. Instead, Buck just looked at his bud, pillow-case-siz...
Cassia wanted to whither up and die. "Jesus, Cass. You're white as a sheet." "The black is doing nothing for your complexion." "Maybe the wrap will make it better?" "Have you got the shoes on?" Each of her friends shifted around her, straightening the black dress and fussing over her. She hated it. She wanted her jeans, a sweatshirt, and flat shoes. Hee...
Sophie first noticed him when she saw him at the balcony adjacent to hers one night, a man with deep intense eyes, broad manly chest with a tattooed muscular arm in a tight tee, relaxing with a glass of red wine on one hand and a cigarette on the other. He had a magazine in front of him on the table where he sat and was focused intently on his reading with h...
This is Part 11 of the Survivor Revival Challenge, organized by Tara Cox. This is the story of Jim & Marybeth, and eventually others, of course. This might be my last installment. *************** The conclusion of the saga of Jim & Marybeth, & their friends **************** Marybeth wore comfortable clothes to travel in. She met Jerome at the Gare de l'...