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Orpheus' Fallen Angel Ch. 03

by Buzzboy on Dec 3, 2019
Novels and Novellas

"KILLING TIME AT THE BLUE SHADOW" A few months ago... With the arm sleeves of his mechanic's coveralls tied around his waist, Orpheus occupies himself in his sketch pad, sitting on an old folding chair in facing a rusted derelict Studebaker. He loses his focus when he notices Angel walking to him from the front of the gas station. Orpheus feels a sudden...

Cat vs. Moth: Fight To The Death

by Chicklet on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

The poor thing probably never saw it coming. I watched as the moth walked across the carpet, it’s tiny wings fluttering softly as it searched for something I probably didn’t understand. When my cat came into the room, my eyes followed hers, and I knew the exact moment when she noticed the movement. The cat’s eyes were moving about cautiously, summing up...

Orpheus' Fallen Angel Ch. 01

by Buzzboy on Dec 3, 2019
Novels and Novellas

CHAPTER ONE "CITY ON THE EDGE" Evening creeps in as the sun has long set behind the tall and obstructing buildings surrounding Angel as she walks pass the dive bars, strip clubs and other sleazy places of Capri Avenue. Being an attractive blond woman in her twenties, Angel maintains a cool and calm demeanor as she continues her pace to the safe confine...

Moth Ch. 013

by ellynei on Sep 15, 2017
Non-Erotic

Please forgive the redundant copyright messages, I've found that sometimes my stories are copypasted in part and used elsewhere. Written by Nanna Marker, a citizen of Denmark, born in 1976. * "What are you doing?" asked Kokata. "I'm hiding the full-ball," explained Lei. "I don't know these people. You don't walk into a camp full of strangers with somethi...

Let's Be Batman Pt. 41

by BatmansDick on Sep 14, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Stephanie Brown, in her new guise as Batgirl, sighed as she spied on the 3... not villains, that seemed to give them too much credit... scoundrels...? that were huddled around the pile of palettes that served as their meeting table. Through the skylight above, Stephanie had a great view of the action. Or would, if there was action. 'Being Batgirl isn't near...

Miraculous: A Twist In Fate

by vinaren on Apr 22, 2025

"It's over!" Ladybug and Cat Noir were battling an akumatized villain named Rashocat, whose power was to create illusions. But he's different from Volpina, as these illusions could cause real damage. In his words: "Your mind makes it real." However, with Ladybug's Lucky Charm, they managed to find his real body, which turned out to look e...

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Moth Ch. 029

by ellynei on Sep 14, 2017
Non-Erotic

Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. * "Please," begged the woman, both her shaky, bloody, arms reaching. "Take me. Take me now, I beg of you." It glanced back in the direction the seer was reaching and there he stood, the pale, handsome, young man. "He won't help you," it said. "He never does. He just watches and waits." "Please," begged the seer, still rea...

The Fantastic Hotel

by electricblue66 on Sep 14, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The Fantastic Hotel on Curzon Street The spider in the top hat got out of the long black car, tapped the silver head of his cane on the vehicle's long black roof to signify to the driver, begone: return in the morning, be discrete. The spider stepped across the sidewalk to the hotel entrance with a four-footed side shoe shuffle, elegant black and white spat...

Moth Ch. 024

by ellynei on Sep 15, 2017
Non-Erotic

Posted on literotica.com with permission of author: Nanna Marker; literotica ID ellynei. * "Here we are," said the obnoxious butterfly-woman. "Thank you," said Valo. Five days of listening to the purple-winged butterfly's chit-chat. Her voice in his ears had been worse than the sunlight in his eyes. "Now, let me have the picture," said the butterfly-wom...

The Seamstress and Her Moth

by flyingmonkey on Apr 22, 2025

1. The First Thread The closet exhaled bergamot and shame, its shadows sticky as altar wax. Lanie leaned against the doorframe, rolling a cigarette between her fingers like a cursed rosary. George stood haloed in the moonlight. Her moon-phase panties hugged his hips. The silver embroidery glowed softly, still charged from last night’s equinox rite. “Again, G...

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