The group stared at Zachary waiting for his response. Helena knew her soul was in the balance, and this man might be her only hope at fully restoring herself. "First of all, Helena you must never be alone," Zachary said. "If he can only influence you and come to you when nobody is around we need to keep him away. By your descriptions it seems like he is get...
"Then, when I went back later, the room had gone." I sat with Melissa on one of the seemingly infinite number of beds in Asta's palace. We were both dressed in simple white robes, and we were having breakfast. Asta's magic kept us going, so we didn't need to eat or sleep, but we still liked to. With all the constant sex, it was nice to take some time to sit...
Thank you to everyone who has emailed me with your feedback and comments - they make writing so much more rewarding. I only wish that I could write my stories as fast as you read them! But then, aren’t some things worth waiting for? For those readers new to the ‘Pussy In Boots’ series, please see my profile at the foot of the page to see links to the previo...
Sorry about the delay in getting this submitted, but that's my life. Not that I'm complaining. Just have a lot going on right now. Thank you so much for fulfilling my request. I got a lot of really great feedback about the story, what you like and don't like, what interests you the most, etc. I got some first-time feedback from readers too, and it was really...
Rolling over, feeling a little groggy, Helena Stewart quickly realised that there was something not quite right. The hard mattress was not the soft sumptuous bed of her own apartment, the bare white walls not the passionate pink of her decor. Helena realised she wasn't in her own bed, wasn't even in her own apartment. She was wearing a small black leather br...
That afternoon, Ron found himself doing his first bit of what he thought of as proper work. Ibrahim and the chaps had decided to go to Knightsbridge to shop. They spent a large sum of money in Harrods and in some of the designer clothing shops on the Brompton Road. With their abundance of shopping bags, and the expensive and highly visible watches they all s...
After posting Part 3 I realized that I had been using some words in the wrong way, thinking that they meant something else. 'Flustered' is an example, and I believed it was a synonym of 'flushed' or 'blushed'. I apologize for that and will make sure to correct it in further writing. English is not my first language and I have only picked it up recently. Also...
Born in the City of Baltimore, Maryland, to a Haitian immigrant father, Leonel Jacques, and a White American mother, Muriel Hawthorne, Helena Jacques was born at a rather turbulent time in the United States of America's history. She learned early in life that being different could indeed make one's life more complicated than it had to be. There was definitel...
Author's Note: This is the second story. I still have sometimes trouble to find the right syntax. I hope you still have fun in reading this second story. A third will be following. The characters involved will appear more 'human', not real good and not real bad, and make sometimes bad decisions. Chapter 2C. Dr. Catherine. The next morning when Rob wake-...
Hail, hail, the gang's all here, Sarah thought bitterly to herself, seeing Rachel power through the doors of the lab, her high heels making her the tallest person in the room save for Delphine. What a barrel of monkeys. You had Helena, snitching from Cosima's candy dish—set out in a laboratory just for her, really just a petri dish with some Skittles in it...