The note I left at the end of the last chapter seems to have been misinterpreted by many readers. I'm not playing manipulative games, being rude, or holding readers to ransom. I made the mistake of letting my enthusiasm get the better of me and posted Chapter 01 before the story was complete. Many years ago I used to write on another amateur site where posti...
Jarrik's last memories of Boston were neatness and politeness. The stainless steel tweezers to turn the needle for the suture were sparkling. The boundaries of the surgery site were formed by straight lines of medical tape. Skin was inside the rectangle. Outside the rectangle was a blue sheet with the fold marks from storage. The anesthetist was sitting on a...
Light rain had been drifting down from the heavens all morning. The dark, foreboding rain clouds above might actually be smoke, and the drizzle falling to the earth could be spurting from an emergency sprinkling system which had been set off due to it. However, the only trace of fire in the Green Hills Cemetery resided in Penelope Baker's heart, which had be...
"Sound the alarms, sound the alarms!" an angel yelled aggressively. The sound of his voice could barely be heard over his frantically pumping wings and the chatter around him. His gold laced robes flew about him as he tried to land on the precipice where the elders were holding their talks. He was at the edge of a large outcropping in the mountain. A stream...
He wasn't actually told 'don't go near Ella' but it was pretty much as near to that as possible. His landlady had told the thirty three year old school teacher that 'her down Traitors Lane' with the emphasis on 'HER', was trouble and he could see his new neighbours and numerous other villagers looking down their noses at the beautiful woman when she, very oc...
Synopsis: A long-forgotten wayward people. A War Hero was rescued and given a new lease on life. Every lease has a cost. (The follow-on Series to Astra) Inspired by so many things but not endorsed by any of them. © EmotionalStorm March 2020. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing fro...
Categories: Consensual, Group, Anal, Toys, Love, Violence, Hospital scenes. ***** 50a. It is mid-August, the big gates open and a young man walks through them and the gates close behind him, he didn't look back. He's wearing a loose black hoody, baggy jogging pants, trainers and carries a sports type bag. He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, then he...
Copyright 2014 by Zeta All rights reserved This story may be freely distributed in electronic form but must include this copyright. The Possessed is a work for pure fiction and all locales, names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or living persons is entirely coincid...