Chapter 8 - Revenge and Rebuild ***** My body ached. I'm sure I'd smacked my head on something as my vision was still blurry. But I felt a presence next to me. "When Brynjolf brought you before me, I could feel a sudden shift in the wind. And at that moment, I knew it would end with one of us at the end of a blade." "Tell you what, Mercer. Just give me th...
The darkened room, where shadows knew their place, held close to a sharpened edge of silence. Not the kind of quiet you find among the safe mediocrity of upscale living. Nor was this the dusky soundless earphone shrouded detachment of the overfed, pampered and techno distracted numbness of a generation adrift. Instead, the atmosphere was similar to a postmor...
I would personally like to thank the hundreds of readers who write constantly, expressing their enthusiasm for my stories. For the many readers who say that my stories fill a vast void on this site of the countless ones lacking "heat" or content that builds and builds I say 'thank you. Please be advised that even though there are great differences in the age...
I had trouble falling asleep again. First, images of Courtney, mocking me as I undressed and climbed onto the desk during lunch. Then, thoughts of Rebecca, how to end this enemy relationship. And of course, my freedom. I could wear anything I wanted tomorrow. I belonged to nobody. Such a thrill. And Jill. Why was I even considering it? What was wro...
"Sienna," Brandon whispered to her, as she felt the covers slide away from her body, causing her to feel an instant chill. His voice startled her. What the hell was he doing in her room? She had to be dreaming. "Brandon, what ar--" she tried to ask, as her eyes adjusted to the dark and his figure hovering above her. But before she could finish her question...
(Author's note: This is going to be a multi-part story. This first chapter is relatively light on sex, but there will be a lot more action in subsequent installments. Everyone in this story is at least eighteen years old) (And a quick shout-out to ErikaKane for her editing assistance with this story. Couldn't have hoped for better.) * I turned eighteen a...
This is my first story with no connection in any way to the world of Search for the Goddess and Huntress of the Night. As such, reading those is encouraged but not required. The heroine of this story is slightly different sexually from Alexis or Kara. Alexis prefers normal sex despite her situation, Kara can't stand not being the dominant one, and Alisa is o...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
#sphfansonly: A story for a niche audience. The slender young blonde's name was Julie. Dr. Julie M. Netten, to be precise, holder of a newly minted degree in medicine from the University of Washington. A placard framed in black plastic and hastily tacked to the wall behind her desk early yesterday morning confirmed this in bold italic script to all comers,...
Thanks to my usual cast and crew of Editors and Advance Readers, most of whom prefer to pretend that they don't know me and wisely wish to take no responsibility for any part of my addled writings... ******** 53 miles west of Venus 53 miles west of Venus 53 miles west of Venus (repeat ad nauseum) 53 Miles West of Venus" was written by Cynthia Wilson...