CHAPTER 20 LADY ADELAIDE'S STORY Many people wish that they could live their lives again; correcting the bad decisions, the chances to make good and to make amends for the evil of their actions. I often dwell upon the decision I made and find that my life would be exactly as it was; I would take the same path. I can forgive my reprobate of a husband for...
Abigail Randall strolled lazily through the village square. The summer breeze would occasionally lift her short dress, exposing her legs up to mid-thigh. She noted with satisfaction the way the men in the street looked at her, their lust apparent for all to see. They had been looking at her this way since she had moved to the village with her husband six mon...
Thanks to Nthusiastic for her help in editing, beta reading, and asking good questions! ***** Possibly due to the tea that her Daga had insisted she drink, Isonei was very much awake during the carriage ride to Oyeth Lothlaeri. Hesh, however, had fallen asleep slumped against the side next to Onsh-Velarith. Keeping their voices low, she and Daga Liadith...
My formal greeting to my father—a greeting any servant would give their master—was rewarded with nothing more than his nod of acknowledgment. But that small, seemingly inconsequential motion, meant more to me that what others would see. I love my father, respect him, and so whenever we were in the public's eye—especially like those of the Elders' class or ot...
Chapter 1 I rushed through the waning light of the autumn afternoon, having been caught unexpectedly in the biggest thunderstorm of the season. It figures, I think as I hurry through the downpour, holding my coat tightly around my body, the evening I've finally chosen to make that long pilgrimage to confession would turn out this way. Leaves of all colors f...
When I reached my home my wife and her mother were at kitchen preparing the breakfast and grandfather sitting on the couch reading newspaper. I saw anger in my aunt's face on seeing me. I straight away went to the bathroom, finished my routines and rushed to office without uttering any word to them. By night I returned to home. My wife was chatting with Rup...
My name is Marguerite Bonheur Sinclair, and I'm here with a story to tell. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on January 2, 1961. My family has been in Canada ever since the region of Quebec was called New France. I'm as French-Canadian as the fleur-de-lys itself, which kind of bothers my friends when they find out about my preference in...
The absolutely Beautiful Robin Meade stood before the group of women and looked rather nervous. She was squeezing her hands as she began; "Ladies a number of you do not know me personally because I'm from Atlanta and do not work at Fox News where most of you are from. I'm happy to see a few familiar faces from CNN and Headline News here. My fantasy was one t...
I've been on a creative blitz lately people - here is my latest! * Valerie Darnell used to tell all her friends at school that no one was like her daddy, that he was unique. She'd found out last month just how unique her father was. Brushing a stray blonde lock from her forehead, she recalled, in detail, how she learned all of her father's secrets and how...
CHAPTER ONE... As fingers slowly drifted up her back to her neck, Annabelle sighed slowly to herself. She felt lips following the trail and latching themselves to her shoulder before sucking deeply. This tore a moan from her mouth. She was slowly turned over and felt the same lips kissing slowly, almost lazily to her left breast. She held her breath as they...