Author's note: Everyone in this story would be over 18 if they were normal humans. Part II: The Past Chapter 7: First Kiss Jacob, Marquess of Sparta, squire to His Majesty William CCLXII, King of the Twelve Realms was anxious to get back to Terra. Much of the court, including Ed, James, David, and his brother Malcolm had been traveling with the king fo...
We gather in the courtyard, and outside of a few of the grooms and attendants, I recognize most of the congregation. There's a blond man with skin as white as mine that I assume is an unmasked Thaddius talking to Ambra. I head towards Galiva, but she's with someone I know I've never met. He's hard to miss with his ashen grey skin. He stands just a hair shor...
Jeremiah said a silent thank you to the fates that his ordeal had finally ended. On the end of that thanks was a "fuck you bitches!" to the king and queen. "So this is what it's like to die." He murmured to himself as he relaxed into the quiet darkness. He had imagined it to be much different than this. According to what he had been told and read, he was sup...
Lourdes gritted her teeth as Solomita pressed the end of her Newport Full Flavor cigarette to the edge of her lover's clitoris. Lourdes was a non smoker, but endured much from the cancer sticks of her various dominants... Lourdes's nipples were severely clamped with Victor rat-traps, quite heavy, and she was a comic sight as the traps wavered, on her small...
Alex was comfortable sitting on the sofa with his friends playing video games for the night. His day would end nicely. Starting with showing Kirsten his new apartment her staying over for a while and them just talking and joking around satisfied him enough. He would never admit to her but he had a little crush on the little girl with no filter nor impulse co...
Chapter One Hundred Seventy-One: Record Keeping The market in the afternoon in Highever was busy, and I was overwhelmed by the celebration. There were musicians and story tellers on every corner, and it wasn't uncommon that someone would grab a partner and start to twirl through the streets, laughing and cheering. There was mead and ale for sale from littl...
Chapter One Hundred Eighty-One: Cactus Club Still having no idea what the plans were for the day, Alistair and I were up early, prepared to leave at a moment's notice, but we were the only ones. We had breakfast in the dining room, a buffet that was far more comfortable than the formal dinner had been, but aside from a handful of other guests, we were the...
Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Three: *Promises Kept The twentieth of Wintermarch. The date of my wedding anniversary...and another important event in my life: the birthday of the man I'd married. And I'd had no idea, at the time, that our wedding had fallen on the day we should have been celebrating his life. "The twentieth?" I asked. Alistair nodded, wincin...
Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Six: Success and Failure When I finally met with Rolan, Anders, and Solona, it was even more difficult to explain everything than I'd expected. The first hurdle was that Rolan and I had never discussed my origin or knowledge. He'd been told by others, of course, but had never had the opportunity to ask me questions. He wanted to k...
Marcus Jacobson is a lot of things to many people, a man of mystery, and that's how he likes it. Born in the City of Milton, Massachusetts, to a Jamaican immigrant father, Lucas Jacobson, and an Irish-American mother, Maeve O'Connor-Jacobson, he is definitely the son of two worlds. A graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with a Computer Scien...