Memoirs of Kitty Siam – The Journal of Enoch. This is the translated book of Enoch which will shed light on future events and fill in gaps in the story line in the past chapters. It is not a disconnect from the story. The Resurrection Protocol brings Maew to life in the next chapter. ***** Enoch penned this journal by his own hand after the planet Angk...
"All characters participating in sexual activity are age 18 or older." [Opening Theme: "Violet Skies" by In This Moment] EPISODE 2: "The Radical Aerial Battle! She's Way More Experienced!" Matt thought he'd been obsessed with Cheer Raider before, but it was on a whole other level now. Ever since that night, he couldn't get her out of his head. It was ve...
Chapter VI -Birthday-Party at Ironforge- Lucy kept her eyes closed and inhaled the scent of the brine deeply. She sat on the railing of a ship, sailing through the waters of the great ocean from Rut'theran to Stormwind harbor. The sea was calm that morning; and so the ship was tossed only a little. But the cute gnomish girl felt safe anyway in the arms of...
More about Remi and Rowie: Rowie is Drakken's daughter (FALLEN ANGEL), if you haven't guessed by now. When she was little, like four, some anti-were activists broke into her home. Her mom hid Rowie under the floorboards of the basement to protect her. The men found Rowie's mom and after beating and raping the poor woman, they staked her through the heart. R...
Gimtesh Thresh, of the House Thresh and current captain of the unhappy needleship Banemaw, had been sweating bullets for the past twenty eight hours. And she normally didn't even bother with sweat glands to begin with. "Scrying report number three six two eight nine..." A bored sounding voice burred in the background – barely heard by Gimtesh. "No change."...
It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19 answered an advertisement in a local newspaper for position of 'messenger boy' in a medium sized family firm serving local households in and around the Borough of Putney in south west London. The work would involve bicycling, delivering messages, small envelopes and collecting monies owed. The advertisement calle...
The click of wheels on cobblestone drowned out their silence. Each drove her closer to the docks but further from home. The rhythmic trundling of their closed carriage slowed and became disruptive. Melissa tensed as animate voices began to bleed through their carts darkened walls. As they advanced, the mass of uncouth, loud, and grating tones surrounded her...
Author's note: This story is an updated (and elaborated) version of a near miss I experienced as a youth. Enjoy. I suppose you could describe me as a callow lad. I hadn't very long left college, was earning a mere pittance as a trainee – couldn't afford a car, and couldn't even have driven one anyway. But the juices rose, with some frequency, whenever the o...
When he arrived at the house in McCaughey Street - an awful name, he always thought - Annike emerged precisely at eleven - alone. "Candy's staying here overnight," she explained. "to comfort Betsy." That was understandable. In losing her elder son - whom she had dearly loved - Betsy had suffered as much as Candy who had lost her husband. "So you'll have...
Bob walked into the club, the thick drums and base playing through out the packed space. He smiled as he saw a tall girl, curvy hips, large chest, and a synced up waist. She was leaning against the bar in her black and blood red lace under bust corset and red lace crop top with long bell sleeves. She wore a thigh length black lace skirt, black thigh high pan...