Hannelore Brassenberg was the favorite and youngest daughter of respected Nurnberg architect and inventor Jakob Brassenberg. Jakob's adoration for his daughter was most evident in the generous amount of time he allowed her to remain unmarried. Hannelore's five older sisters all were arranged into marriage by the time they were fifteen years of age. Hanne, as...
"Frank raped you?" Mike asked with narrowed eyes, his hands tightening into fists. Jen had gotten home earlier that day. After putting Anna down to sleep, Jen told Mike what happened in Chicago. "No baby," Jen said, soothingly rubbing her husband's chest. "But he forced you?" Mike said, his whole body tense like he was ready to fight. "There was some o...
Hello, dear readers. I'm glad you are here, ready to join me in this most improbable of tales. My name is Stephanie Fuller, pleased to meet you. Imagine me shaking your hand right now. Good, so... the reason for you being her. My story goes like this and I promise you, every word is true, no matter how out there it sounds. This is important stuff, I wouldn't...
Kelsey rolled out of bed and looked out her window at the pouring rain, the first gloomy day since she'd moved home. It seemed fitting, since her Jeep was broken. It had run poorly for a few hours the day before, and then wouldn't start. When it happened she called her father at work, he called the dealer that sold it to him and a tow truck was sent for it....
Hi everyone, this is my first attempt at writing a desi story. It is going to have a slow build up to the fun parts, so please have some patience. *** Sitapur was a picturesque rural setting at first glance, situated in Central India and untouched by most evils that comes along with modernism. With the main source of transportation being the Indian Railwa...
*Hey guys, sorry this has taken so long to put up, i had university exams then my net died at home. I have a few chapters ready though. Hope you like them. :)* ~*~ Lilliahna ~*~ "Mum? Dad? I'm home," I called out as I headed for the kitchen. No one answered and the house was quiet so I figured that no one was home. Then I found the note telling me that the...
Hi everyone! This is the last chapter of this story. I hope you enjoyed it! The following is a complete work of fiction. The following story contains erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not co...
A lot of people seem to think that being a superhero is all fun and games. I shook my head as I sat in my living room, watching a rerun of Smallville on basic cable on a Friday night. What am I doing home on a night like this? I've had enough excitement this week, thank you very much. The name is Yolanda Jean-Claude and I was born in Montreal, Quebec, to Hai...
It was the spring of 1880 about 25 miles north of Little Rock, Arkansas. My family had came to the area of the Flying S ranch about 1800 and settled here on about 10,000 acres. My father James Scott is the 4th generation to own the ranch. He met, courted and married my mother Marie Scott in 1854 and needless to say they did not wait to have a family because...
Aurelius Lucem inhaled the dusty, stale air inside the dark chapel. He sensed Deus' fright as he watched him looking at the 10-year-old girl who managed to break in lying on the damp floor under the slowly narrowing beam of light coming from the transom above. Aurelius knew that Deus was powerless in his weak astral form. "Oona? Can you hear me? Oona... ple...