Elaine brushed right past Josh, without looking at him, as he entered the shack they'd discovered nestled half way up the slope from the water a quarter of a mile east along the coastline from Discovery Bay. It had been Elaine's idea to answer the call of the fortuneteller sign, which was scrawled on a small wooden plank on one of the pillars barely holding...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
This is the start of a new story that is the result of a dare from the Truth or Dare Room on the Literotica chat. All characters are older than 18 years of age. I would recommend reading the first chapter before reading this one. ******** Choices. Choices. I glared at the array of designer vintage gowns before me. Cinderella had no idea what dress to wear...
*The second part of the novellette. * Chapter 04 I woke up feeling refreshed again. Strangely enough I had both a warm and cool, firm yet supple comfortable sensation against my body. And then it moved. I opened my eyes to find her snuggled up to me, her head on my shoulder, and I was holding her in my arm as well! My heart raced while I tried to look at...
My name is Renee Dubois. I am a romance author. To be more precise, I write erotic paranormal fiction. My stories are full of werewolves, vampires, witches, wizards, ghosts, and, of course, sex. I am often asked if I believe in all the things I write about like magic, creatures of the night, and premonition. My answer? I absolutely do not. I also get, do you...
Crystal heard the voice the first time as she put the phone back in its cradle. You know perfectly well he's lying. She spun around. The family room was empty. She stood completely alone in the house, but the voice of a warm, friendly woman spoke directly behind her. Better check your cookies, sweetie. You're gonna burn them. The timer still showed two...
Hello, and welcome to the second issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If you want to make a general comment o...
Imprisoned in the trunk of Scott's Camaro against my will and bleeding, I fear for my life. I'm being slung around like a rag doll in what little space that confines me. I've beaten my cold, numb hands on the inside lid of the trunk long and hard enough that they, too, now bleed. Escape seems nearly impossible. Inside the trunk, my LED light on my iPhone fl...
It was last call at Barry's Night Club. The remaining couples on the dance floor were dancing to Sam Smith's "Stay with Me". From a corner across the room, Jason had watched Karen dance with one man after another. Her sparkling blue eyes and chestnut color hair shimmered under the lights and gave her an ethereal look that made his heart melt. She was a class...
Dedicated to my husband, Isaac (AKA Ian from my other stories) I miss you , Master. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ I went the mail box not thinking anything of particular importance would be inside it. But there it was a key... I took the key out and opened the lower package box to find another box from him, my Master. Thinking it would be no more then magazine...