A lot of things have changed for my brothers and I since we were little cubs. I for one found out that I was human, and not a werewolf. However, my family loved me no matter what. Unfortunately, I had to stay away from other wolves. Father would never explain why to me, but I had a feeling I knew the reason. When the boys found out I was human, nothing chang...
So the truth was, I'd hired her for her tits. The benefit was, she was sharp as a tack, the heart and soul of the daily operations as it turned out. The fact that Theresa had looks, and like I said a great pair of tits that she (sort of) enjoyed showing off was an obvious factor when I had hired her on. Being damn intelligent and multi-functional, I only lea...
I drove my dad's old car- which sucked because he had cheap taste. It was a dented, light blue Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera, only about a thousand years old. He said owning an official "Piece of Crap" first car built character, and he often pontificated how high school kids driving brand new sports cars and SUVs could only grow up to be major league assholes. Of...
Chapter 37 - Four days in the United States Two days after the Day of the Dead Ceremonies ended, Jason and Cecilia boarded a plane to go to Frankfurt and then another to continue to Chicago. They were traveling with their U.S. passports, but with special Danubian diplomatic visas that gave them de facto rights as Danubian diplomats. Were either of them to r...
The First Arc Deco Story Synopsis: When they end up calling the very last private paranormal investigator in the phone book, you know the case is going to going to be trouble. The damsel in distress will be beautiful but not to be trusted, and most of the bad guys will laugh at silver bullets and want to drag you down to some nasty under-hell. Not a good wa...
Helping out my brother one rainy morning we were at this dealership while he tried finding a new car. He went on a test drive of a third and final car while I decided to wait behind. Sitting in the showroom of the dealership while waiting for him people were hustling around and trying to sell cars, shuffle paperwork and answer incoming calls. I happened to...
Copyright 2014 by PostScriptor, All Rights Reserved Jason cautiously walked up to the unadorned dark gray building where he had been instructed to meet his contact. He'd only received word of the possible rendezvous that very afternoon, and he had to hurry just to arrive on time. Jason was in his late twenties, still a young man, strong and able, and ski...
It was Valentine's Day, but fortunately, this year, I was going to do something fun. A business opportunity suddenly presented itself and I was off to sunny California. Finally, I'd be leaving my loneliness behind and forgetting about my ex-girlfriend by taking a trip to the West Coast. I haven't been there in ages and I was excited. Instead of hanging aroun...
Chapter 5: Old Friends and Silver Mines On an unusually cool morning in June Arthur stood on the patterned brick walkway that he helped build. It was the 8th, exactly one month since his arrest. In that time the brown and yellow path had advanced a hundred meters closer to the war memorial. Though there was a slight glow in the east all the brighter stars...
This story is a work of fiction. This is the second installment of a series. While it is hoped that the story can be read enjoyably on its own, the initial Oceanbreeze Court story provides background on the characters and context. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended. _______________________________________...