She knocked gently on the door, then firmly. It was a thick door, and she wasn't sure anyone heard. Expatriates liked these heavy doors. She knocked again. Suddenly the door opened. "You must be Helen. From the service." His voice was deep, and he stood in a blue t shirt and jeans. He was tall and gorgeous, with black hair, golden skin, green eyes and broa...
Hallo. Ich würde mir wünschen das alle Leserinnen und Leser sich gern an mich wenden, über Kommentare oder direkte Nachrichten, was ihr euch in die Geschichte wünscht oder welche alternative Wege es geben soll. Auch wenn ich einen der Fälle weiter ausbauen soll. Wer selber Kapitel schreiben will kann es sehr gerne machen und sich im Zweifelsfall an mich wend...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older. Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, Muscle, Incest The Beginning The Fates' designs are never clear to those woven into their tapestry. With each mortal and immortal birth, Nona spins the thread of fate, Decima measures it carefully, and Morta cuts it's end. Together, the fates weave each thread into their loo...
Copyright 2013 by madengineer3 There is no sex in this story. ******************* I thought I was faced with an unsolvable problem. I spent the better part of a year coming to a final decision. That decision was unpopular with my family and friends. However, it was the only way I could express my anger in a legal manner. Let me tell you about it. My name...
I've been a painter for a while now. A fucking Bachelor's degree in economics, and this is where I find myself. I worked as a painter through college hoping to be relieved from the world of manual labor with some job filing paperwork after the completion of this degree, but that is rarely the case. One advantage of the world of manual labor is that it has...
There are many statements made, particularly in the current political climate, that are often accepted as true. One of the most oft repeated is that"we [as a country] don't make things anymore." Another is that we have lost all our manufacturing jobs to outsourcing. As to the first claim that "we don't make anything anymore" that is, to put it politely, a l...
You can't believe it! its finally your 18th birthday!! You have been planning for months trying to set up your party with drinks without mom knowing. now that the hard work is done all you need to do is enjoy the fruits of your labor. You look around your back yard and feel an innate sense of accomplishment. You decorated the pool area, changed the bulb in...
They say that life begins when the kids leave home and the dog dies. Well, that's when things started coming apart for me. It all started at the end of season Labor Day dinner dance at our country club although I had no idea about what was happening at the time. My wife Alice, is a petite 5'3" beauty, vivacious, personable and friends with every one. She is...
Chapter 21 Poppy looked sad. She always did whenever she was brought to the vet. Not having her mom with her made matters worse that day, even though Chris had been giving her treats every five minutes. He knew for certain that she was going to hiss at Luciana once she went home. Ever since she got Poppy, Luciana was the one to bring her for her bi-annua...
Alex opened his eyes groggily, his head aching, and struggled to place himself. His surroundings felt bizarre. He was lying on a bed of some kind, its cushioning firm but pleasant. The ceiling appeared to be far above him, and it shined like rubies, a rich, vibrant red. For a second he wondered if he was in a cathedral of some kind, and he tried in vain to r...