The quiet walk did nothing for her mood. If ever there was a path of no return she was on one of the worst ones. Defying her brother was one act of rebellion, but waging open war on his soldiers and murdering her own people was unspeakably criminal. How could she usurp his rule with her own if hers actions were just as bloody? Riyarra, the exiled princess,...
Note: (I apologize to Literotica users, this chapter was to be uploaded with the last one months ago, but my mind recorded that this was done with how I cut and re-cut it all. Good news is nothing is dead, bad news is nothing has advanced and I hope this time is the good time when I plan to get back to my stories, but it's been harder since my creativity in...
Author's Note This is the first part in a new story series that follows the lives of two friends over the course of one turbulent year - 2010. The story is set in the fictional town of Westborough-on-sea, a seaside town on the south coast of England. Other towns and cities mentioned are real, although individual places within them (such as pubs, café's, ho...
Everyone thinks I'm a human version of a bulldog. I'm pretty direct and when I latch on to something, they compare it to a bulldog's fangs around a throat. I don't let go and I don't give up. I follow every action to its logical end. Many think I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the world when all I really am is prepared. In everything I do, I make sure I'm...
I heard a knock on my office window. By late fall night comes early and outside it was pitch black. I could hear young voices laughing and, putting my hands up next to the glass to reduce the glare, I could recognize teenagers in their cross-country outfits. It was my son, James, and some other runners from his High School. "Dad, can you let us in, we want...
It is that time of year again, Prom season. But this year is different, this is the Senior prom that will change everything. Sadly the only thing missing for someone is the actual prom date. Who is the protagonist or victim? (Dear reader, as you read this story please remember that if you like any of the chapters that you read please take a second to click &...
Welcome to The Library. Not a Library like any you've known, no. This one deals in certain stories pertaining to the Legends of a specific realm--Legends that delve into details unfit for the prudent public. But they are no ordinary tales. These tales are much like the tree their paper was cut from, branching out at every possibility their Heroes meet. But e...
The man appeared out of the blue, right in the middle of the street, with a strange sparkling sound. Nobody saw him, as the night was dark and the good people sleeping. Except the small barks of a dog in a nearby garden, the street was perfectly quiet, and the man smiled as he went to the closest mailbox. Rummaging through one of the pockets of his huge coat...
"Muah!" Widowmaker blew a kiss into the camera and watched the red recording light turn off. The shoot was done, and so was she, at least for the rest of the day. Another job well done. She was the best at what she did. "Great work Amelie," the producer, Frank, said. He liked to pretend that no one could see the raging hard-on under his s...
Moving a heavy box, Eliza wipes sweat off her forehead. She has been cleaning out her grandparents’ attic for almost three hours now. They have always been something like pack rats, keeping anything and everything they have found. Though, now that her grandfather has passed and her grandmother is moving into a retirement home, everything has to go. Grabbing...