This is the second chapter of a ten-chapter story. A Brief Summary to date: After twenty-nine days working for Mr. Criens as a temp, several things had happened. I had helped him out in some major ways, and he came to admire me and my talents. During the course of my work I learned that my husband, Mark Rivera, was going to be fired. We had different last...
This is the true narration of a happening in my life. Off course I know that I am not a professional writer nor do I claim it but sure thing is that I have tried to write it down as it happened with the help of some understanding of basic human nature and some of my assumptions and imagination of what goes in human mind in some given particular moments, stil...
I appreciate your comments and I take them very seriously, probably more than I should. However, this story is already tightly plotted. If you are not enjoying the ride so far, please step out of line. This ride is not for you. ***** Drake House, Zanarkand Raine couldn't breathe. The wedding dress had been an entire size too small to begin with, but...
Please be aware, this is a work of fiction, all the characters, places and events portrayed in this story are fictional and represents no real persons or places. The author, in no way intends this story to be a argument against established history. As far as I'm aware no creatures such as are depicted in this story exist, except in myths and legends, like o...
Sridhar thumbed the large wad of one thousand rupee banknotes with a thin smile. A cool twenty-five thousand and that was not bad at all for a little entertainment by the wife. He folded the notes carefully and stashed them in the secret drawer in his cupboard and locked it. He dropped the key into his trouser pocket and turned around. "One hundred and twent...
Hollywood certainly had its share of secrets and secret keepers. Being one of them wasn't something I aspired to, I just lucked into it. Eventually though, someone talks and secrets are no more. Gossip columnists and bloggers can often control a town more than the politicians can, so their work was certainly made for the small screen. Lindsay Lohan had been...
Linda drove down the road looking for the next stop on her little adventure. She knew where she wanted to go but she wasn't familiar with this part of town and she had to keep her eyes peeled. She could still taste Justin's come in her mouth and she wanted more, wanted more men, more eyes to stare at her and more cocks to come for her. She was on the edge, a...
The first thing Mark Lancer was aware of was blaring, hateful noise. As soon as he recognised it as the trumpeting of his alarm clock, he slammed his hand down on the 'shut up' button, and sighed with joy in the peace that came afterwards. It was a hard hit, but he'd made sure when he bought it that it could stand up to such punishment. As the sleep cleared...
There are two types of men in the world: those who merely dream, and those who will stop at nothing to capture their dream. Some say there's a third type of man-the kind who gets really loud and vocal at a little league baseball game when he thinks the umpire messed up a call against his son's team and won't shut the hell up about how "the fix is in". My fat...
Although the television had dire warnings about Hurricane Isabel, the sky was still clear. Julia threw open the windows of her luxury condo and breathed in the air. Ah, the scent of lavender. As she breathed, her pale silk blouse hugged her firm, proud breasts. In the distance, courtesy lights gleamed along the walkway beside the golf course. Julia Morgan,...