Disclaimer: All characters in this work are purely fiction, are all over 18 years old, all situations are consensual and all writing is the sole property of Bella Bellua, author. *** Chapter 1: The Northern Orphans I starred at the invitation in my hands for a long moment. So the rumors were true, I thought to myself. Alpha Atlas was making a power move...
Steve was sharpening his sword Excaliber; the sound of the fine whetstone gliding over it relaxed him. He could see the reflection of his eyes in the shining blade. They were no longer the innocent eyes, that he had before he had discovered the QT device. He had seen too many horrible things since then, and committed horrible things in return. His eyes wer...
CHAPTER 17- A STROLL THROUGH THE MORGUE That night, after Ragon stormed through the house in a rage, he told the coven that Bell was conscious but had lost her memory. "What do you mean she doesn't know who you are?" Sandra had asked as soon as Ragon had mentioned Bell's amnesia. "It's retrograde," Ragon replied, "it will come back." Even as he had said...
Lisa glanced nervously at the big wooden clock hanging over the wall. In another thirty minutes, she would be married. She still could not believe that the once so beautiful dream all girls have at the back of their mind could make her heart squeeze so painfully. She unconsciously drifted back to her first meeting of her soon to be husband and wondered aga...
***** A great many people have undertaken to portray Agatha Christie's Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot, but in my opinion, none has done it as well as David Suchet, star of ITW productions of Poirot. It is his image that I use as my visual and those of Hugh Fraser (Captain Hastings), Pauline Moran (Miss Lemon) and Philip Jackson (Chief Inspector Japp). ENJ...
I sat on the cold wooden bench outside Mr. Anderson's office trying to control myself. I was shivering uncontrollably, not from the cold or because I was afraid of the punishment I was about to receive. I was shivering because I was so aroused at the thought of what I was about to do. I certainly fit the profile of a troubled teen but I wasn't one. I was t...
Chapter 13-The Ugly Harpy 1897 Rosemary was a normal little town somewhere in the Europian countryside near Mercadia. There was nothing special about it, just a pit stop between two cities and was of a reasonable size that one didn't regret being born there. For those who were born in Rosemary, there was just enough things to do that the younger generation...
Life had always seemed so dull up in the clouds above. As far as the eye could see, there puffy white clouds and crystal blue sky. Angels sat upon the clouds each with their own mission. Each clad in a frilly white gowns, and a golden harps placed in each angelic hand, to match the small golden halos upon each flowered head. The played a chorus of serene s...
**This is supposed to be a short chapter. It's not an attempt to tease or anything, it was written originally for another purpose and I've added to it to make it stand alone as its own tale. There will be more very soon, but I think it's best here to keep this part of the elf's life a little bit apart from the rest and I don't want the reader to race past th...
They call me Horse and I'm the caretaker here at the Vicar's big house, since I left the army anyway. The Reverend Michael chose me himself, from quite a few lads. I'm good with tools and my hands but he didn't seem to care. He licked his lips and walked round me. Half expected him to pat my flank and feed me sugarlumps. "You are so disarmingly innocent. Lik...