Author's note. I want send out a big and whole hearted thank you to PapaGus. His editing prowess and valuable input undoubtedly improved this story by far. I know the chat session bugged the shit out of him, but I patterned one side of it like a good friend, except I made it readable, because if you don't know my buddy and chat with him often, you have no cl...
Well first off, this is set in the Jazz Age, otherwise known as 1920-1930. Plenty of things said won't make much sense to anyone born after then. So here is a little listing of said terms and an explanation. baby grand-muscle bound, not quite but same idee bimbo-This is a guy, more or less a heavy or bouncer breezer-convertible, that is a car for the dim...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
~~Jack~~ Alone, in the old, abandoned tunnels, and soon to enter Azamel's hole in the ground. He didn't want to be here, but it was important, too important. With the Invictus, meeting the elders was an imposing affair of big leather chairs and long hallways. With the Uratha, meeting Avery was as cozy as sitting down on a couch, next to a bomb. With Azamel...
~~Jack~~ "You think I can have a mansion?" Julias shook his head and smirked down at him. "Think you can afford one?" "No, but, I have connections. You, for example." "I can't afford a mansion either, Jack, not in a dense city anyway. You think I'm a billionaire? I inherited this one." Hard to believe Julias couldn't afford a mansion, but then owning su...
All characters are 18 years old or older. I hope you enjoy this fourth installment of this series. Please feel free to comment and vote. Training Day: The party at the Sanctum broke up. I contacted Gwen and filled her in on everything that we knew about Mystique and her pals. She wanted to shadow me for bit and see what she could learn. I think she wanted...
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Chapter 9: Dangerous Embrace This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purel...
~~Beatrice~~ She was starting to become envious. Athalia was a bitch. A real, horrible, nasty bitch of a person. Only vamp Triss had ever seen talk to Athalia and not get chewed out or glared at was Jack, but it wasn't Jack that Triss was envious of. It was Athalia, and that monster chick vibe she had going for her. Badass monster chick on the inside, perf...
I glanced up at the man, then back down to my sketchpad. I hashed in the shadows on his cheek, the line cast by the frame of his glasses, the dark circles under his eyes. My drawing was not a likeness; it came closer to a caricature - the tired doppelgänger of this nameless middle-aged person, hunching over in front of his MacBook with his coffee removed to...