Jasper and Mary awoke abruptly, jarred from their slumber by pounding on the door. They leapt from the bed in panic, each rushing for their clothing. "Did somebody follow you?" Mary whispered fervently as she grabbed her nightdress and tugged it over her head. "No. I would have noticed." Jasper quickly slid his breeches on, following them with his boots....
Before the Victorian Era safe sex meant kissing and a chastity belt, but when the key broke in Fanny's lock it took an engineer of Stephenson's stature to resolve the problem. "Thee done champion job of Fucking Machine for the missus so if thee can spare time I got another job for thee, bit delicate like." Young George Stephenson sat in the kitchen at Arth...
Ultimately, it was the stab of light that tore at the veil of darkness Marguerite had chosen to draw over her consciousness. The veil that blocked out the pain. The pain of memories, the pain that wrecked her body, the pain that was barely concealed in Henry's eyes every time she regained consciousness and gazed at his face. She did not wish to confront the...
Byron crept through the dank halls of the castle. He occasionally saw a servant on a task of some sort, usually carrying in firewood or sweeping. He had already visited the kitchens and was carefully bringing it to Cassie's rooms. He was full of trepidation as to how he should behave with his fiancée. After all, they were still virtual strangers, albeit af...
Charlie Rokeby lay contentedly holding his beloved wife in his arms, her hair soft and golden now flowed sweet and womanly to her shoulders the boyish style now set aside as her belly and breasts swelled from his heir growing within. They knew their assassination was planned by Hermione, Dowager Lady Rokeby, whom had supposed she not Charlie would inherit o...
Charlie Rokeby, now Lord Ashfordley could scarce believe his ears, the very house alive with tales of his Aunts success at the Bordello, of strumpets dressed as beasts, and the hundred Militia from the "Greys" being served by but six harlots with extreme promptitude yet each being satisfied entirely. Charlie had wished humiliation upon his Aunt for her wron...
The door slammed inches from her face, a menacing voice bellowed through the wood, "Dinner is a six, and by god daughter, you will there and appropriately dressed!" Ava suppressed an angry scream, tossing her long, tumbling auburn tresses back from her face, stormy green eyes glimmering. "This is ridiculous!" she hissed to herself, as she sat on her four...
*The first story I wrote involving ghosts. The main characters also sparked the idea for sequels with an anti-occult scientist haunted by a special slime girl and a village seemingly terrorised by a werewolf. * Chapter 01 It all began when I received an anonymous letter about a manor in the country. It said, "To Henrick van Schwaffle", that's me, "When...
Madame Carrie's whorehouse always seemed to come alive on a Tuesday at the thought of their most regular customer arriving and demanding all of their attentions. Most of the whores had to wait until Friday when he and his friends would arrive and commandeer the whole building. On a Tuesday Lord Roger was there for one person only and that was the black haire...
The Mage had not been seen since that night in the maze. The Emperor was in a foul mood. She neither attended meals, nor responded to his messages. She simply remained in her rooms, silent and guarded. He could hardly think of anything else; she apparently had other things on her mind. This ate him away. He sat in the Great Hall, pushing his food around, a...