Spray from the bow hit Ryan's face as he drove his new Chris Craft motor yacht through a wave. He tilted his head back and yelled feeling in tune with the power of the speedboat. He ran an import-export business, "Petite Tête Imports" trinkets from Algiers, oddities from the Congo and the average European goods. Until recently it was hanging on the brink of...
May 24, 2009 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Prologue Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on May 2009. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincidental. Warning! Some...
Because of our lifestyles now it is difficult to find a mate you'd really like to get more acquainted with. I guess that's what all the chat rooms are all about and no doubt they fill a need for so many lonely people searching for happiness. Fortunately I have never been in that position, and just as it seemed I was lacking of a real close and intimate par...
Angelina leaned back against the padded seat. It was so peaceful here, listening to the splash of the oars and the ripple of the water around the boat. No father shouting, no servants running about, no sisters all chattering at once; just her and the boat and the lake ... and him. She let her hand trail in the cool water and closed her eyes. If only this w...
"So, fellas, are we going to do this or what?" Habiba Melaku said, hands on her hips, as she looked at her fiancé Yaqub Hussein and his good friend and fellow Carleton University student Nasser Traore, clucking her tongue impatiently. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous, Hijab-wearing Ethiopian Muslim gal sighed, wishing to high heaven that the fellas would get wi...
It might have been an accident, and I am really not sure who moved first. My cheek might have rolled into her breast, or maybe she leaned over a little too far, but there was no doubt that a very erect nipple was brushing against my face. Her lab coat was open, and I could see just below the name tag which read " Heidi Anderson, DDS " that her other breast w...
Depression can be a thing of beauty. A deep enough one allows you to finally see all the fucked up things about yourself that you couldn't possibly change with two lifetimes. I came to this realization two days ago, of my third year of depression. You would think that someone like me would have absolutely nothing to be depressed about, yet here I am once...
This is part six of our story, and it contains no sex! (Don't worry, more is coming) While it can be read individually, reading previous chapters may help you to get to know Christine and Peter better. We join our story in progress, after Peter has been gunned down in front of his wife by Madeline, a former lover... ***** When Peter set foot in the hotel l...
Hey, just so you know: This is set in my own little version of medieval times. Also, the main character is named Chianna. Chia is just a nickname, a shortening of Chianna, so I'm letting you know now, before you ask. Isn't that efficient? Hope you enjoy! Tell me if you want more or not. -Frenchesca "Are you ready yet Chianna?" When no answer came from...
Rumor had it, and if there was anything Eris followed it was rumors, for there was always some truth in them, that the Citadel of the Cult never slept. And there was some truth to the rumor, but the city, like all cities, did sleep. For most people. There were always guards around, yes, always trainees and newly appointed eager studiers of the old laws...