Jack prologue I saw her the first time ten years ago. Ben called me to the front of the shop for a customer. She was there with a friend looking at jewelry. It was easily discernible that she was no older than nineteen. Definitely a freshman out for her first bout of rebellion. Everything about her screamed 'too sweet', but still something about her stuck...
Still laughing and talking, the two approach, and Adison looks at Vincent, who shrugs. It doesn't matter, Mina can handle her father whilst Vincent deals with the witch who is responsible for taking their daughter's peace of mind, and the lives of who knows how many innocents. Vincent will not stoop to killing someone in cold blood, that is just too much t...
This is a work of fiction and is entirely a product of my mind. Any failures of omission or commission are entirely my responsibility. ***** I don't know why the Kenny Rogers song ran through my mind at that moment, but they did. "You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em; know when to walk away and know when to run; you never count your mo...
Fear isn't something I let control me. Sure, I'm not a bodybuilder, I'm kind of small for my gender, but I can handle myself. One on one. Being the target of a lynching had never crossed my mind until my girlfriend dragged me along to Las Vegas to attend a convention of the National Lesbian Alliance. I was thinking about this new-found fear when my girlfrie...
(c) 2009 by Thrillerauthor When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the youngest traders at the Chicago exchan...
Hey Folks, I took some time off to enjoy part of the summer. My beautiful wife and I, loaded up two of our favorite Mustangs (My Boss 302 and my Yellow 06 GT) and we took several really fun road trips. This is the first thing I wrote when I got back. I'm really interested in hearing what you guys think about it. The thing I wanted to try this time is to maki...
If I was going to write a novel of my life, 2017 would be the chapters were everything I knew and counted on to be a certain way in my life went all to hell. And Christmas was when I managed to claw my way back up out of there. The year before -- a bad year in its own right -- my hometown here on the ill-defined border between Florida's Treasure and Gold...
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Chapter 1 I was supposed to go to the CIA. No, not that one, the other one--the Culinary Institute of America, the foremost cooking school in the country. I had been cooking for years for free, and I felt sure that's what I wanted to do for money for the rest of my life. It would be my ticket into the world, and introduce me to all the amazing things out t...
This story and its characters are copyright © 2002 by StormKitty. Any resemblance to actual persons, their furry personas, or characters in other works of fiction is unintentional and coincidental. This story is a work of fiction that contains acts of consensual BDSM sex between adult furries (anthropomorphic animals), and is not intended for minors. If...