Forward: This story was given to me as a challenge. Think of it as an alternate history to some degree. There are historical personages represented who interact with my invented characters. Feel free to ask which is which. There is plenty of graphic sex in this story, along with a lot of combat and violence. Just warning you now. Reviews and genuine critique...
Total work of Fiction, everyone's 18 or older. Chapter Ten - A Kindred Spirit Juliet had Lisa and Mandy with her and they were still checking on the women that I brought to the house, caring for them. Their actions were sincere and honest and the women reciprocated in kind, feeling safe. The more I looked into the girls minds, the more I saw helplessness....
Ah, the life of a young brown Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My name is Choukri Ali, and I was born in the neighborhood of Vanier to a Somali Muslim father, Ahmed Ali, and a Pakistani mother, Amina Khan. I'm used to people looking at me and my family. You don't see a lot of African Muslim men with South Asian wives, so my parents and I g...
"Ahhhhhh," Zubeda moaned beneath her husband. She tried hard not to, knowing Khalil to be in the next room, but Gaphar made it impossible. He had never fucked her so hard before. He was relentless. Was he angry? She couldn't understand. He had been quiet around mealtime and his mild flirtations hadn't made the evening rounds either. She wondered if anything...
Chapter 9: Magic is a sword with two edges. )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Each day followed another in its own sweet rhythm. Tollarra perched on the wagon, Aylanna riding beside it on her red mare. The two ha'akhs would talk or just travel alongside each other in comfortable silence. Just like the endless sea of grassland surrounding them, featureless and seemingl...
Chapter 13: Forebodings )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> At the words that Tollarra was sick, Aylanna felt a lurching sense of fear and threw herself off Xin'sha and rushed to the little tent they had shared these last two moons. The older woman was huddled in her blankets, her face pale and her hair soaked with sweat. Kwal'kek spoke from behind her, "I have no idea...
PROLOGUE In the darkest region of Uunatar, near the southern edge of the dreaded forest that men name the Werewood, a lone girl child sat alone and cried amidst the devastation of her miserable life. Since the day she first recognized her existence, she knew she was unwanted, the seventh child in a family already far too large. From the day she could first...
One can feel the energy in the air. The crowd—filled so with anticipation and excitement of what is to come. Every year they all gather; several thousand from our village and beyond. Holding coins in their hands, they await the 108th striking of the gong, the signal that the impurities of the old year have washed away and the New Year has begun. Each p...
1-The Abduction A very, long, long time ago in Asia The villagers heard them coming from far off, but there was nothing to be done and no where to go. They were boxed into a small valley with all their crops terraced along three hillsides. There was only one way in and one way out. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared in the direction of the ap...
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