Valerie noticed he had stopped in his tracks and couldn't help but to take a look at the surroundings. They had finally made it to a private room. The floor was adorned with the same purple velvety carpeting, the walls a light shade of pink with intricate gold designs that looked to be hand painted. A matching gold chandelier hung in the room and on the peri...
"Bill," I hear my name from somewhere. The sound of my name has never sounded so musical, so wondrous, so sexy, yet so far away. "Bill," my name repeats itself; it sounds like it is hanging in the air below a blue sky on a magical spring morning. I can almost hear bees trying to locate it. "Bill." My eyes slowly open. I'm back on earth or am I? Standing at...
"What's wrong?" Alex asked. "That smoke, it was magic. If I had to guess it was how she planned to trigger the spell all along. As I said, a demon can't free Lucifer BUT if she used the magic from the objects she stole and combined them with another spell that was activated by you killing her, it would bypass it," Corvac theorized. "Is that really possible...
I groan as the source of my warmth leaves me. I had been nice and cozy, if completely unaware of my surroundings. Now I just feel like shit. "Dragul meu, can you hear me?" a familiar voice asks. I can't quite place who it is, but I know that I at least half-way trust the voice. "Mhm." I manage. Nodding would be too much work. My warmth returns to me, and I...
Yes, I know this one took a really long time to post. I apologize. Please understand that life has an evil sense of humor. It's called Murphy's Law and it crashed into me hard this month. I'll try and type the next ones faster. * * * The door at the top of the dungeon's staircase clicked open, followed by rushed footsteps resounding off the stones. Sucking...
Hey, guys! Welcome back to my world of erotic fiction. I've missed you! For those of you who finished the 'Dealmaker' series with Claire and her demons, you'll recall them mentioning old Lucifer arranging to marry a miss Michelle Harlowe at the end. Well, here it is. This is young Michelle's story, and it's my first story written in the first-person POV. Tel...
*Author's Note: Hello again, lovely readers! By popular demand, I'm continuing Circle7, starting with this introductory chapter to tie up some loose ends of the last series' finale. Note that word, there: INTRODUCTORY. I gotta hook you guys like last time, after all! Now, a couple of details. First of all, this is a story about Lucifer being a good(ish) guy....
Until the day I die, I will fight you bozos. Seriously. My name is Eric Wahid, and I'm a guy with problems. I was born in the City of Nabatieh, Republic of Lebanon, in early February 1987. My father Joseph Wahid is Ethiopian and my mother Catherine Al-Mansur is Lebanese, of Maronite Christian extraction. I lived an ordinary life in the City of Beirut with my...
Lucifer’s Library A one act play Based very loosely on Sartre’s No Exit CAST Lucifer - Handsome and sinister. He holds the keys to each character’s potential salvation or damnation. Millie – Young, buxom milk maid from mid-1800s England. Veronica – Well endowed Upper Main Line Philadelphia debutant from the early 1950s Paige – Senior associate a...
Chapter Eighteen: The Army Of The Dammed Part Two I stood in the middle of the flames not knowing what I should do. Father was screaming at me to get off of the lake and back onto the shore. The strange thing was the flames didn't burn me nor was I afraid. It was then I herd the voice again. It was the same voice that I herd the night I took the shadow in....