Chapter 28 BurnerLauren took the 10 to the 110, and at Carmen's suggestion they stopped in Chinatown for lunch. "Lauren," Carmen said. Lauren knew Carmen well enough by now to know when the wheels were spinning inside Carmen's head, and how she introduced new ideas into their conversation. Lauren, she always began. "Uh-huh," Lauren answered, sipping her...
Chapter 28 Cat's Cradle Although it was only forty miles as the crow flies, it took Shane more than an hour and a half to drive out Los Feliz Boulevard south of Griffith Park to Glendale to pick up the 5 to get to the 134 and then east all the way out to San Dimas on the 210, also known as the Foothill Freeway, nestled at the base of Glendora Mountain. It m...
I'm reasonably sure that this can be read as a standalone, but I'm equally sure that it would read better if you hit Chapters I & II first. As I look at my previous submissions I'd like to remind readers how much authors feed off your comments. I noticed that the three stories I've submitted which have garnered the best numerical voting record are ones whic...
The next morning, Sophia woke up with all the covers thrown off her. It was hot! She looked up at the wall next to her bed. Her room was decorated as sunnily as possible, with yellow, orange and red everywhere. She sniffed the air through the open window next to her bed. She brushed her hair back out of her face and nearly sprang out of bed. Summer was comin...
Author's Note: This book has instances of gross and horrid references. If murder, violence and horror are not your thing, you might just want to pass this one by. Thanks for reading me! ***** Gabe had no idea of how right he was. A chair went flying across the room, followed by an orange streak as Buddha ran from the room. A vase followed, shattering in a...
DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Lauren Cohan. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it. Big thanks to all the guys who helped me with this by discussing ideas and story points, especially to Boogeyman who came up with t...
*It isn't a matter what you can do, but a matter of what you are prepared to do* A little background: In the mythical place called the Tri-Cities which are a combination of New York, San Francisco, and Las Vegas. -The Midnight Mask (deceased) the Tri-City's former defender; killed by the Eternal Flame. -The Crimson Veil – Female leader of the Tri-City All...
The detective was whistling nonchalantly as he walked down the station hallway. His black hair was greased back and his two-day stubble decorated with a few crumbs from an Italian sub. He made sure the coast was clear and entered a room, locking the door behind him. "How's she holding up?" he asked the deputy on guard. "She's been sweating it out in there f...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
This is the final chapter of this story and it should bring the tale of James, Myra, John and Joel to an end. It might have felt wordy to some but I didn't rush it and let it tell its tale at its own speed. It is not for everyone, and that's ok. Some people like Vanilla, others Chocolate, and still others prefer New York Super Fudge Chunk. The resolution o...