Mystic Shadow and the Furies Her eyes opened slowly in the room that once was her bedroom before her demise. Why am I back here? She thought to herself sitting up in bed looking around at the room that had been left just the way it was forty years ago before her and Knight Shadow along with their warriors were sent home. She pinched her skin to see if this...
London, England 1581, Lady Roseline Plantagenet pressed herself against the cold stone wall outside her guardian's study, breathless with fear. Her maid had brought her the curt note an hour ago, from her guardian that demanding her presence. She had taken each step with trepidation. As she was about to knock on the oak door of the study, she had heard two...
The Guardian I sat on the bed for an unknown period of time while Byer worked in another room. Lara and I continued to talk. She seemed pretty interested in Earth and what it was like so I shared stories about the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone National Park, the Pacific Ocean, the beach, skiing in the local mountains, and other activities I'd done over my lifet...
Their departure from Booty Bay as sudden as their arrival. As much as he would have loved to take his newly bred goblin with him, Anduin had to leave the baroness where she was so she could actually start the whole integration effort. He also left Aclysia with her, just to make sure she was that extra bit secure. They returned to Stormwind by the night of t...
(thank you for your comments, criticism, and support. Here is some more for you. I looked it over more carefully and worked harder on detail and trying to get it to flow a bit more) Twelve baby girls born on the same night. All of them look similar. Only one of them is heir to the throne of Imperium. Each child, eleven having been willingly sacrificed by th...
Henrietta's parents died when she was only six and her 'grandfather ' in name only because actually he was a friend of the family -became her guardian and Henrietta his 'ward.' Henry Messinger was a well to do barrister with his finger in many pies and lived in a mansion in Nottinghamshire during the latter part of the nineteenth century and was an obvious...
I'm on a train, one of the old fashioned type with compartments. For the moment I'm alone, and I get lost in reading an erotic novel on my Kindle. I'm becoming more and more heated up, but my dirty mind lives in a shy English Rose body, and I can't let myself go with a hand in my panties, when anyone might come past and see. We get to the next big station...
Chapter 1 Right-thinking people of the mineral-rich Republic of Oceanpacifica were shocked when the Freedom Guardian published the riveting picture of the President's wife, The Most Honorable the Marchioness of Fitzroy, fully unclothed. The big shock was Lady Magnolia was pictured in the arms of another woman, on her back and also unclothed. The reaction t...
Ch. 12a: The Final Prophecy – The Contested Realm "You are all my guests. Please sit down. Forgive me for the bad furniture." The Warriors of the Guardian were quite hesitant at Lord Falagor’s kind request, but obeyed once Atrus and Anna sat casually on the nearby tree stump. The small hut supported only simple furniture, mostly made from timber from the n...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. You will never appreciate having to follow a difficult order until you have to give one. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. ***** (Late, late Saturday Night) Had I been alone...? There are few...