Pierre and Roxanne have an unwavering love for each other. He is her Romeo, her Mark Anthony, her Samson and her Lancelot; she is his Juliette, his Cleopatra, his Delilah and his Guinevere. Together they are the classic Shakespearean romance. They met in the student cafeteria at the college they both attend. It was ten minutes after two in the afternoon; th...
Chapter 1 She walked into the room exactly one minute late. She was five feet and fifty kilograms of sass, her cheeky smile peering out between neck-length curtains of silky black hair. Her profession demanded infallible stealth on a daily basis, and her jet-black locks and caramel skin tone allowed her to slip into shadows like a silk dress. Her petite fi...
"I can't thank you enough for doing me this favor, Daniel, this is my shot at tenure if I can finish my research, and teaching a summer session class would have been difficult for me to pull off." Richard Mallory, a History professor at Heights University, hastily shoved papers into his briefcase while explaining to his old friend Daniel Corrigan what he co...
Note: If you are looking for rampant sex to jump off each page at you, this story is not for you. I do not write for prurient interests, I write stories, that may involve sexual situations, as part of the plot. Chapter 3 has less of these situations then Chapters 1 or 2 had; it just worked out that way. I am new at this art form, this story being only my sec...
//Hey Everyone. Some of ya'll are wondering when I will finish the series or how many chapters are left. I honestly don't know how many chapters are left. As I said, it's in novel format. So at least 20 or so more chapters full of secrets, thrills...and maybe kills ;P One thing I know for sure is that I want to finish this story by April 2016, so I can send...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you, everyone, for the positive feedback and comments they mean the world to me and have brightened my days. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** Matteo stepped off the plane in Kuala Lumpur. He'd dozed on and off during the flight, his mind going over details of all the...
"A Helping Hand" (circa-1966) The full length mirror on the bedroom wall threw back an image of a fit and healthy eighteen-year-old man, boasting an impressive sculptured and toned physique. Lifting the lid of the record player and carefully lowering the needle onto a black piece of vinyl, cursing when the needle missed the start and scratched the surface...
"She said no." Alex didn't know who or what Steve was talking about; figuring maybe Steve has asked his girlfriend for head again. Alex flipped to the next page of his 120-page textbook "Art and Artists," as he took a sip from the Pepsi can resting on the pavement underneath his chaise lounge. "Michelle, I mean," Steve said. "She doesn't want to pose for y...
Back when I was in college, I met a girl named Ariel. She was literally the most beautiful girl I've ever met. It was my first year at the university, and she was a senior at the local Catholic high school, about a mile away from the campus. Per regulations, she had to wear the classic uniform, plaid skirt to her knees, white blouse, blazer, and so on like...
Author's Note: The inspiration for this story came from a late night visit to a Las Vegas nightclub a number of years ago. It was an establishment where the young men performers seemed to have been chiseled out of stone by Leonardo Da Vinci and the young women to have stepped out of Hugh Hefner's Playboy centerfolds. Earlier, my woman and I had our usual num...