A ring of candles burned steadily, footlong waxen staves speared atop brass bases. Each had been lit in order and placed carefully on precisely measured points on the bare, pale floor. Below them, marked in black paint, a very neatly created, permanent pentagram, marked all about with runes of entrapment and protection, ornamented with extra design and flair...
Hi Folks, my name is Josh Scabbard, but people call me Commander Scabbard if they're talking to my face and Old Scabies if they're talking behind my back. Personally I don't really give a fuck what people call me, I've already lived longer than all of them, and I'll most likely just keep on doing that. They don't worry me. Now this is a sort of journal, the...
***I want to thank you all for your patience, and continued support; especially Angel_N_Disguise for her excellent editing skills. It's been a very busy and rocky couple of months, and the months ahead seem just as determined to remain that way. Here is the next installment of our Were-rabbit series, and I truly hope you enjoy it. As always, remember that I...
Author's Note- This story should've followed chapter 57 in the series. If you know the subject of this story, you might consider her a Celebrity, but in fairness to those who don't, I've put this in a different category, enjoy! Although it had been some time since the O'Brien shooting at LA County Courthouse, to me there was still some unfinished business...
Part 38: Ron's birthday party When Sharon returned home from visiting her step-sons things pretty much returned to normal. She was still working more than expected due to so many teachers being out with the flu. This was really starting to annoy Joe, but there wasn't a lot he could do about it. That following weekend Joe sent her over to Jeff's house to spe...
Authors Note: Sorry about the gender confusion during the first chapter. I think this story was the reason why I stopped writing in first person POV, lol. Hopefully this chapter can redeem the downfalls of the first. Remember, this story is copyrighted, and if you steal my work, I'll send the Four Horsemen to your doorstep in retaliation. That is all. =) ~+...
Like most women, I was never entirely satisfied with my appearance. I had always wanted bigger breasts - not huge, but... bigger. C cup. Maybe a D. And while I wasn't exactly 'fat', I had always been envious of slender women with narrow waists. So waking to find that, in addition to not being dead, I was possessed of a beautifully curved body was, well, some...
Sophie gripped the edges of the oak coffee table, "Fuck me harder you worthless bitch! Fuck me harder or I'll show you the true meaning of punishment!" she shouted at Victoria. "For God's sake fuck me until I come, or I'll whip your sluttish ass into next week!" Sophie was on her hands and knees, dressed in a black PVC cat-suit, open at the crotch, her body...
From characters by Jill York * A couple of weeks after Susan's first meeting with Mrs Raj's nephews passed by. John, her husband had kept completely silent about the recent events. He had even refrained to ask about what Mr Gupta had done to his wife when he had summoned her in his suite for the whole night. He must have had a good idea of it but he declin...
Mr Jason Richards was the boys Physical Education teacher at Cedar Hill High School. This was his first year as a teacher having only just graduated from university the year before. Mrs Zoe Finch was the girls PE teacher. Many years before she was a top gymnast, and she has maintained her slight build. She was responsible for the supervision and training of...