Susan sat smugly in the back of the FBI vehicle. Mr. Asshole Mark Miller, big time FBI creep couldn't tell the difference between amniotic fluid and piss. She looked over and leered, "If I lose my baby I'll see that you're screwed; screwed but good." Agent Miller silently gnashed his teeth. The vehicle sped on into the night. It was a huge SUV, but had no...
Tim was a university student and had recently begun getting his doctorate, moving away from his old university friends. Moving away from his best friend, Nurah, was the hardest part. He had become almost like a member of the family, a point that still confused him. Nurha's family were of Pakistani origin, and always surprised him with how open and welcoming...
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...
Randall Meechum's POV "Are you going to kiss her or kill her when you find her, Randall?" I looked over and glared at my brother Bobby, who was looking out at the North Texas landscape flying by as we went north in Interstate 35. "Not funny, Bobby. This woman has my head spinning." "You always did have to do things the hard way. Leaving for the Univers...
I am Avinash Joshi. I am married to Shilpa. I am 28 and Shilpa is 24.I work as a civil engineer in a company and my wife worked as a receptionist in a company. We have been happily married for last 4 years. There was just one glitch in our marriage. I couldn't father a child due a serious problem and unfortunately it was not curable. Initially Shilpa and I f...
Since his palace had retrieved its lost splendor, Kyrhan received regularly the peasants and the city inhabitants who wanted his intercession to resolve any problems. If it was a simple problem of poverty, they usually called for kira who invested a part of the profit of the hotel in charities but she always sent the other cases to her husband. He received t...
Chapter 10 "So, what is it to be done with the prisoners? These aren't situations envisioned very well by the Hague or Geneva Conventions, neither of which have been ratified by the Commandant on our side or the Imperial Wizard on his. Not, mind you, that there is any quarter given much of late. Or asked, for that matter. Kluckers are only surrendering when...
(Thanks to Rey for his editing expertise) *We bleed for Love and Hate; both celebrated with tears* (9 days later) "So, are you anxious about joining the mile-high club," Echo whispered. I had to wonder about her need for privacy – there were only five of us on-board 'my/our' private jet. Michael Harrow offered repeatedly to let me use one of his air fle...
Author's Notes: With the thought of the Tales of the Arabian Nights, this is a modern account of how two people from distinctly different worlds are drawn together in storybook fashion. For those readers whose cultures may be part of the plot, please allow a liberal amount of literary license and use of stereotypes to make the romance entertaining. For those...
Dar and I continued to grow ever closer. The more time we had together, the more we learned about each other, and we were compatible on so many things. We liked a lot of the same music, which surprised me. I was an old time rock and roll fan, mostly of the 60s and 70s, and I didn't think she had much exposure to that kind of music. I figured her father would...