Copyright Oggbashan September 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* I am the lo...
It was a fairly standard afternoon, or as standard as they were now. You'd graduated from university about 2 weeks ago, and had moved back in with your parents. You felt the need to take a short break before delving into the world of work, and they were supportive of that decision. You now spent your time seeing family, playing video games, and spending time...
Erotic Horror - Lady Anne sucks vampires Author's notes: Warning! This is a work of fiction. Please be polite. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted. ***** Lady Anne put her hands on the balcony rail, all modesty put behind her, as she was in her black lace nightgown, her full breasts straining to break the lace, even as her n...
“Ruin has come to our family. You remember our ancestral manor, opulent and imperial. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the forest. It has become a festering abomination of its once proud ancestry. I beg you Croft, return home, claim your birthright, and deliver our family from the ravenous clutching shadows, of our dark manor.” Croft read the letter...
Country Life. Hi there! First, an introduction. My name is Peter, Peter Banks, and I live with my family in a village in south Gloucestershire near Bristol in the west country of England. The rural life: in many ways idyllic. A real cross-section of village life with the vicar, the policeman, postman, a pub and all the local characters; and quite a few chi...
Eliza marvelled at the old stately Manor as her taxi made the transition from barely paved road to gravel pathway. Sure the Pennington estate was long derelict and working for the National Trust seemed a bit menial for a Cambridge graduate, but without anyone who wanted to vouch for her, curator of an obscure part of history was better than the myriad of job...
It was 5:30 when he heard her walk into the room. She looked at him up and down, staring at the pain in his groggy eyes. She proceeds to walk out of the room and gestures him to follow. Shit, he thought. Last night was painful. The rigging lit up every time he moved, let alone staying in the exact position to sleep wasn't exactly the most comfortable. "Hurr...
Aven His mouth felt dry and his head heavy as he sat on the bed. 'Where's Mia,' was his first thought. "Mia? Mia are you heeeck-what the hell!" He jumped off the bed in a hurry, staring at the corpse on the floor. The man was obviously dead with one eye missing, his dick peeled off like a banana and he was lying in filth and a pool of blood. Aven s...
Amber looked up to the hill and smiled at the flags that snapped in the breeze. The high walls that supported their presence, held a secret. A secret that only those over the age of eighteen knew. Amber knew there was something special happened within those walls. A manor house was perched on the very top of the hill within the walls. It presided over the sm...
Victoriana by KajiraGames (MF/F, nc switch, birch) Based on Oscar Wilde "The Importance of Being Earnest". The Manor House, Wilton, Hertfordshire, 3rd May, 1885. To Algernon Moncreiff Esq., 5 Lock Gardens, Camden Town. Dear Algy, How are you, my dear fellow? I trust your pretended visits to your sick friend Bunbury have afforded you plenty of oppor...