This is the sequel to Enterprise Ch. 1 and 2 written by freedom666. Since he hasn't posted a story in over a year, I took it upon myself to write number three. This is my first attempt at a story, so let me know what you think... I stood outside of T'Pol's quarters just waiting for a few crewmen to clear the corridor so I could stealthily sneak in. These la...
It was a real stupid move on Dan's part. A bonehead play actually. He thought that even though the gas guage read empty; he figured that he could make it home this friday evening. He even cut through a high class subdivision to lessen the travel time. But; luck was not with him. "Damn it all! I knew I should have stopped for gas at that last station!" He wa...
The young woman was a complete conundrum, her child like nature and infinite curiosity giving her the aura of someone much younger than she was. Her unblemished skin and youthful features telling a story of someone guarded and treasured. Innocent incarnate at least to the point of her personality. Jenny's looks are what started the confusion. Her dark and...
Gold left the town hall and went directly to the sheriff's station. Regina was as everyone had left her, pacing in one of the cells. She was for now the town's prisoner, but he was hoping she'd soon be just his. "Well, here you are." He smiled as he found the key to her cell on the desk. "How have things worked out for you?" Regina simply glared at him....
Iris unclipped her ID badge and dropped it on the desk as she strode out of the Radiology department. Her white coat flapping, she ignored the farewells of the receptionists and headed out towards her car. It had been a hard day, with two patients to whom she had had to give very bad news and she needed to get home, have a glass of wine and relax. She took o...
Meet Steven Dubois, a young man of Haitian descent living in the City of Barrhaven, Ontario. He's a guy with a complicated life, to say the least. It's not easy making one's way into Canadian society as a Haitian immigrant, and Steven came to Canada at a complicated time. The twilight of the Age of Prime Minister Stephen Harper, a xenophobe who tweaked the i...
The greeting ceremony was getting a bit boring. You hand-picked the guests for this small, inner-circle party, but even despite your exclusive status you had to make some compromises. Not everyone you invited was all that interesting or attractive, although you did try. You stifled a yawn when the Duke of Eggington kneeled for a kiss. Nice guy but unexciting...
We'd fantasized about it for months. 'The risk has to be real...' every time one of us said those words it would start a discussion; it was crazy, we agreed, but our hearts would start beating as we talked, and we'd become more and more aroused. Great sex would follow. We made a pact. We would go through with it; not some watered-down version, but the real...
Clara parked her car at the end of the lot, farthest away from the door. She wasn't sure if it was because she didn't want people to see her going into the little shop, or because she really just didn't want to be there at all. Really, she did know she wanted to be there. Ever since she had turned seventeen, she knew exactly what she wanted for her eighteent...
"When we get home, you have to do as I say," Mildred Fils-Aime said, and the forty-something Haitian woman looked at the tall and handsome, nervous-looking brother who sat on the passenger's side of her Lexus. Antoine Jacques looked good and smelled even better, but he looked about as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Is the brother up to th...