Walking through the Loblaw's located in Barrhaven, I smiled to myself as I got stared at by the legions of middle-aged White folks, and the few Asians and Latinos I saw among them. Barrhaven is arguably the City of Ottawa's most affluent suburb, and the locals tend to be more uppity and annoying than most. Apparently, they're not used to seeing tall, well-dr...
A hard rain was falling down on the crime-ridden streets of San Alvaro. I'd love to tell you that it was washing all the scum off the face of this city. Unfortunately, that was my job. The rain was hitting my costume hard. The added body-armor padding, which had seemed like a great idea when Phil had suggested it to me, was getting soggy and heavy. It was l...
Apparently, as an Indian Muslim gal living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, I'm supposed to be quiet, soft and sweet. I guess whoever believes in those myths about women from the Republic of India never met me. My name is Nadira Duwesh, and I was born in Uttar Pradesh, Northern India, and raised in Canada's Capital region. I'm five-foot-seven, one hundred and...
We were both tired after the long day, and I was still a little sore from the previous night's activities. We politely excused ourselves after some drinks and returned to our room. I could barely get through my nightly activities and as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out. I had a wonderful dream. I was laying in the shade, the warm tropical breeze fl...
"What do you think they're talking about in there?" Rebecca looked at her friends who had gathered in Lee's office while their mates were at this meeting with the European Were. "Us silly. Let's face it, there are things we don't know about our own history. Just looking at the pedigree charts you can see that we're all related. It all has to do with us and...
Dear Readers, Chapter 2 of the McKenna pack. Enjoy, KemMyst ******* Both Devon and Duncan checked to assure themselves that their palm print and keypad code combinations were still active. Then, they finished bringing the last of the kitchen items inside the vault doors. The pack all stood and watched as the doors came home with a dull clang. Almost as o...
I could totally kick your ass, I thought to myself as I looked at the trio of drunken college guys inside the bus shelter, smirking to themselves. What is it with drunken white guys having the urge to hurl slurs at other people? Shit. Three months ago I would have ignored these fools and quietly walked away, just like any good black citizen of the Prairies....
Prologue Blinding light, rough movements, the familiar sound of the metal door grinding open, a rough shove, I stumble. I bounce against the padded wall, the jolt through my body causing me to moan as my heart pounds in my ears. The slamming of the door as loud as a scream to my super sensitive ears, the locking mechanism settling into place as loud as thun...
Have you noticed that whenever they're showing a werewolf movie on TV, it's always told from the human's viewpoint and never that of the so-called unfortunate creature? Seriously, the plots are usually so boring and predictable that I always skip right past any werewolf/or creature movie. Hikers meet wolf-man in the woods, a few of these poor bastards get ki...
Thanks to everyone who has made this submission the best it can be. Thanks to the fans who are making it so much fun to write. You votes are truly humbling. * Candrea sat at the glass topped table next to the hotel pool, sipping her water and staring at the patrons swimming. The albino werewolf set the water down and turned her eyes toward the oceanfront j...