CHAPTER 1 - THE RADA'HAN Kahlan sighed as she walked down the street. Cara was close by her side, ever loyal to the Rahls. There had been reports of a young women disappearing down on one of the seedier streets. Richard insisted to let the soldiers or someone else handle it. For weeks now, nobody knew where the girls were disappearing to, only that it had h...
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are fictitious as they do not exist. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental and should not be construed to associate a real person, living or dead with scenes or events described within this story. All of the characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18 and takes...
Author's Note: I just wanted to say that I read every comment, and they've been immensely flattering. Thank you for taking the time to write them and vote on my story. Criticism is always welcome! A lot of this is flying by the seat of my pants, so don't be afraid to make suggestions. In particular, there's a bit of analytical number crunching in this part...
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this story are fictitious as they do not exist. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental and should not be construed to associate a real person, living or dead with scenes or events described within this story. All of the characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18 and takes...
Chapter 1: Veronica "V" Stone V woke up after the blessing of the sun shining its light through the opened shades of the window. V did not need to go outside to tell how beautiful it is. To V it didn't matter if the clouds were dark grey, lightening lighting up the sky, or it would be pouring rain. Nature was beautiful. If only she could control it in he...
(c) 2009 by Thrillerauthor When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the youngest traders at the Chicago exchan...
Life is what you make it, make your luck, destiny is in your own hands. Prologue I might as well own up right at the front of our short-term hopefully intimate but rather one-sided relationship between you the reader and myself: I'm an arsehole, no, let's be brutally frank with you, I am one dumb stupid arsehole. And an unlucky one at that. I never knew h...
If I was going to write a novel of my life, 2017 would be the chapters were everything I knew and counted on to be a certain way in my life went all to hell. And Christmas was when I managed to claw my way back up out of there. The year before -- a bad year in its own right -- my hometown here on the ill-defined border between Florida's Treasure and Gold...
Literotica 2017 Winter Holidays Contest entry. Votes would be especially welcomed by all authors competing as it takes so many just to be eligible, much less win. All on-screen sexual encounters in the following (when they finally do occur) are between consenting adults over the age of eighteen. *** The Wednesday before Thanksgiving 1987 found me precis...
Introduction This story does not challenge man's faith in God. It does not challenge the Christian faith in Jesus Christ. It does however, challenge some organisations among those that call themselves a 'Church of God'. It does challenge man's abuse of Scripture for profit, in particular it challenges that section of the Christian church, the so-called 'Pro...