CHAPTER 1 Marcus stalked the network of walkways that crisscrossed the ceiling high above Elysium's floor space, the restless need to move forcing him out of his office. Mostly hidden in darkness, the walkways allowed the club's owners and security personnel to supervise almost every square foot of the massive club without disturbing the patrons below. The...
"White Wedding" "It's a Nice Day to Start Again..." By Chloe Tzang © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a totally immoral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the u...
Chapter 1 "Here's to a new day," Chris said with a clank of the rim of her well-used diner coffee mug against her best friend, Anna's, equally battered cup. "A new day and a new me." She sighed heavily, as if saying it might actually make the words believable. She felt exactly the same on the inside as she had for the past month: empty, lonely, foolish for...
Native Dawn Series Book 22 After Dawn What Came Next Prologue Twenty-five years is a long time when measured in terms of a human life span. Twenty-five years to a vampire or a wolf is nothing but a drop in a very deep well. Time passed and kept passing. It moved inexorably forward with each swing of the pendulum and the tick of the clock. The town chang...
Author's Note: It is recommended to read the previous chapters of this story if you have not done so already to better understand the storyline and characters... This chapter sort of got 'out of hand' in that I never intended it to be so long; however, I did not want to break it up as it fits my own personal timeline/agenda to have the entire week be one ch...
Dark_Brother, may you rest in peace. Chapter 01 Blue lights. . . A whirring sound. . . I feel a sharp pain in my arm. . . Head is throbbing. . . I can no longer feel my arm. . . Oh no, what have they done with my arm? A pink shadow bends over me. Eyes. . . Such big eyes. . . Sweat sheets down my face as I sit upright in bed, terror filling my mind and tho...
Philip Johnson Prologue An advisory to Literotica readers. This is a very long story involving photography for the first few chapters, and yes I do know that concept has been beat to death. I do hope that i've managed to give that idea a fresh treatment, and you'll stay with the story to see where things go. Good reading, Thornapple. Owen was forty one,...