1 The next morning, Davina finds Raoul on his back porch, overlooking the ocean. He's reading a newspaper, snacking on strawberries. "Well, good morning, sleepyhead," he says. "I'll be having lunch soon, in case you'd like to join me." "What was last night all about?" She's determined to confront him. She'd cried herself to sleep, angry and confused....
Nadia Khan looked at the tall, dark and handsome African-American man who lay next to her. Hard to believe that a year ago, her husband Omar Jackson considered himself an atheist and a soldier of the United States of America. Now he was a practicing Muslim and a hard-working herdsman and farmer living in the woods outside Multan, one of the largest cities of...
If there is such a condition as early-life crisis, David Patton suffered from it. For the past year, since he had left college on the pretense of earning enough money to continue his education, his life had deteriorated. His idea to take a year off was not to his parents’ liking. They practically disowned him. He moved out of their house, another mistake....
Liam's POV Jenkins' Safe House, Province of Quebec He felt a bit better when he woke up this time. He didn't know what day it was, or where he was, but he could breathe easier. He moved, attempting to sit up using his one unbandaged hand ... there was pain but it was bearable. Let me help you Liam, don't pull everything apart again please! He saw Beth...
All characters in a sexual situation are eighteen or older. ********* In the early-1930s in the United States a small pacifist Christian sect known as The Lord's Sheep established itself near Moab, Utah. The sect consisted of fourteen adults (seven couples betrothed to each other before God) and sixteen children. All married couples, except for childless...
Mrs. Fourtnoy's Surprise, Part I Fate had looked kindly on Mrs. Melissa Fourtnoy. She had climbed the corporate ladder in a mere eight years, surpassing others considered by many more worthy. She attained the position of Executive Secretary to the President and CEO of a major financial corporation, at the mere age of 34, located in the heart of Manhattan, N...
I sat in the spacious office with the gigantic walnut desk separating me from Darla Worthington, President of Armstrong Industries. I was sweating bullets, being 53 years old and out of work for the past six months. I had to have a job fast, or I would soon be on food stamps. I nervously watched Ms. Worthington slip through the pages of the rather large fol...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
"Miss Kelley?" You said as you slowly pushed my office door open. Your short black hair, recently cut, framed your face and your strong jawline tensed as you saw me. I was leaning across my desk trying to stop a pen from rolling off the edge. My breasts were spilling out of my pink v-neck cashmere sweater. I looked up innocently and met your deep blue eyes...
*****Author's Note***** This is part 4 of a series. Although the chapter can stand on its own, it is highly recommended you go back and read chapters 1-3. I hope you enjoy. All comments are welcome. Chapter 5 should be out early next week. findingmyvoice deserves a big shout out for her awesome editing skills and her very visual suggestions. Without her,...