"Hurry up!" Danny whispered to Ashley and Natasha as they held the door open to the ballroom. All three of them wore the same black outfits and black ski masks as before, the nighttime darkness assisting them in remaining hidden from others. Natasha carried a black backpack while Danny held onto a flashlight that was turned off at the moment since the hallwa...
*Being dead is wonderful; you never get tired and you have all the time in the world to regret how you ended up this way* Thank you Frontma for inspiring me to keep writing so she can polish off the rough edges. (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured ro...
Roberts joined his colleagues for dinner that night, the staff room full of middle-aged men dining on beef bourguignon, one of the chef's specialties. Like everything else at the Geneva School for Girls, Headmaster Walker had spared no expense when it came to manning the school's kitchens. A lucrative salary, residence in a hilltop villa, and of course, a de...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Liv Morgan or Asuka or Alexa Bliss or Charlotte or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Carmella had been in a good mood recently, and it only got better when she got to SmackDown and heard the wonderful news. Oh yes, it f...
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Thursday, August 12, 2023 I had the meeting of my life in five minutes. Shannon had my papers laid out across my polished desk along with some pens, lavender Post-its, and a fresh legal pad tucked into my brand-new leather portfolio. Everything was perfect from my new outfit and stilettos that had cost me two months' rent to my flawless presentation. At le...
In the summer of 1972, Alan Carson had begun dating Becky Amos and was enjoying a fairly good relationship. However, after he met Becky's family, he found himself drawn in a totally different direction. ............... Chapter One: Something about Becky. There was something about Becky that was different than any of the other girls that I had dated back...
Hello everyone, this is my first time doing this, so don't be too judgmental. I was conflicted on where to put this, I was originally going to put this in BDSM, but I realized it didn't really fit the category well as I looked over it and I decided to put it here. This is a work of fiction and everyone is over 18. Enjoy! ---------------- It was an hour be...
*Earned leadership is a blessing; assigned leadership is a burden* (Frontma: bringing lines to life) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) THIS IS HOW IT IS GOING TO BE It started at 6:45 as we began filing out of the dorm toward the dining...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Liv Morgan or Asuka or Alexa Bliss or Charlotte or Zelina Vega or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * "Damnit!" Carmella swore, the happy expression which had been on her face before quickly disappearing in favour of a pout,...