"Where do I go from here? " "Daisy" contemplated her future while casually strolling through the city of Boston. Born here 30 years ago she found herself tempted to return home but knew well that the Military would be staking out her heritage. Sadly, she knew that she must forever be dead to the past. All family that she knew and loved could never know her...
The orchard appeared, dark and still. Jordan's first time through, following the capricious Helena, she had felt rushed and much, much safer. The trees around her were dark blue, offering shadows at best to help her identify anything that may have been lingering within the woods. She was grateful for subtly glowing pathways, but was having trouble remember...
Alta was running late, she was supposed to meet Gwen at home. She could depend upon her husband to keep her best friend entertained until she got there, but was worried what form that entertainment would take. Trisha had tried to hurry but she was delayed anyway. She flew out of the school and saw her mom waiting for her. As she headed for the car, she tri...
Authors note: All characters, organizations, creatures, and events are fictitious in nature and are not meant in any way, shape, or form to represent any entity in reality. All similarities are purely coincidental and should be disregarded as a fictitious work of writing. Any characters who are involved in or conduct in sexual acts are over the age of 18. Th...
A special thank you to my editor just_a_bibliomaniac who not only edited but kept me encouraged and excited about writing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3: Unbound, Uncaged, and Unruly The petite woman and the large brown wolf smiled delightedly at the small group before them. The wolf looked vicious with his mouth full of glistening sha...
"Mr. Caffee...Mr. Caffee" I came out of my befuddled state to hear Mr. Walsh, the Bancrofts' solicitor, continue. "Mr. Caffee, as you know, the Bancrofts had no heirs to their estate, but, always considered you as the son they never had." My family moved next door to the Bancrofts when I was just a toddler. Aiden and Mary had no children and soon treated...
She pushed the fern leaf aside and stepped into the clearing. To an observer, she would appear calm and at ease with her surroundings. In reality, she was itching all over, smelled horrific after spending twelve days in the jungle, without the first bath - bathing in any of the rivers was a dangerous pastime because of the crocodiles. She praying for the dig...
I was freaking out. Or so that's what the humans would call it. It was hours before the night was over but I was mentally exhausted. There was something I need to do first. I needed to go to the church I always visited after I took a victim. My strange visits there always soothed me afterwards. What was I supposed to do? I had to feed off of blood. That's...
Quick little side note. I am currently looking for an editor so you can stop commenting on my MANY mistakes. Unfortunately they aren't replying as fast as I thought they would. This is problematic to me because I hate to keep my readers waiting. I want these stories posted as fast as possible lol. So... Any takers on editing?! I really need one. I proof read...
Serafina forced down a whine as the plant vine, now three of them, rubbed suggestively up her torn skirt. Her mind ran in circles, repeating and screeching she was late for class and that yes, she'd left her suppression aids at the boarding house. She lifted up her head, wincing at the sight. Miles and miles of coarse vine-infested roadside were between her...