》Little Author's Note《 This story heavily uses the score system and a ton of variables so make sure to Start Game to enjoy the full experience. In this fantasy story you'll meet all sorts of characters that you'll be able to customize so as the story progresses go to Customization and change the names of the characters to whatever you want but also you'll co...
》Little Author's Note《 This story heavily uses the score system and a ton of variables so make sure to Start Game to enjoy the full experience. In this fantasy story you'll meet all sorts of characters that you'll be able to customize so as the story progresses go to Customization and change the names of the characters to whatever you want but also you'll co...
There, amongst the remnants of the dead race, where their greatest queen reigned, two dragons lie dormant. One of pure evil, one of pure good, both yearning for a vessel, both lusting for a mate... She may be adequate for that purpose, our forlorn child... We shall see. "Silence, fools. We are close to the inner sanctum." The two mercenaries exch...
"Lord Banchforth," a voice said indistinctly as I sat with father's lawyers in father's study as they explained father's last will and testament to myself and those of my family who remained after father's calamitous accident, "My Lord!" he insisted. I realised I was the one he was addressing, "Yes?" I replied. "There remains the matter of Miss Grace Harco...
A sad sight befell those at Ashfordly House that morn, fine ladies cast out upon the very street, great piles of boxes, hats, cloaks every raiment known to woman strewn around in great confusion as Hermione, Dowager Lady Ashfordly, Katherine and Rebekah her step daughters and their sisters of the half blood Hope and Charity Peasbody sat all hopeless and afra...
Rokeby looked disconsolately from the Carriage window, the rain spluttered against the thin glass, as the contraption creaked and groaned over the rutted track slowing the four matching chestnut thoroughbreds to a bare crawl. "Barely four hours for a hundred miles by the railway then straight back into the dark ages, by God I hate the Country." "Cheer up o...
The old bed creaked as never before as Charlie Rokeby, now the fourth Baron Ashfordly ravished Mary the Rev Peasbody's youngest daughter for the third time in as many hours. "I fear I am become a wanton strumpet" she giggled. "No a willing partner, and you intact until this very forenoon, my eye what a turn up. I mistake you for a boy then we find ourselve...