Mi nombre es Noah Morrison, acabo de cumplir 18 años y pertenezco a la casa Morrison que está conformada mi padre William Morrison un hombre de edad, con una presencia imponente que emana autoridad y sabiduría, mi madre Eleanor falleció cuando yo era pequeño, pero la Recuerdo como una madre amable y cariñosa. Se podría decir que soy un chico bastante normal...
Saludos, seguidores: Estaba sentado en la cafetería, meditando sobre mi futuro. Era medianoche y no había más clientes aparte de mí en el local. Si exceptuamos a la camarera, una mujer de mediana edad que me miraba con curiosidad. Me habían vuelto a rechazar en un casting para una película, y ni siguiera era para un papel principal, o secundario. No era más...
Zarafa Rio sprawled on her belly on a futon, her Titian red hair spilling off the top of the mattress onto a woven-grass tatami mat. Sunset bathed the room in a carmine glow that rouged her skin like petals of a dusky rose. A few thousand yards from her one-room bamboo-and-thatch hut, surf crashed against white sand that powdered the islet of Aitanu like sug...
Day 6: Thursday My alarm got me up right on time. I smiled at the clock, feeling refreshed from sleep. I groaned lightly at my ass. It did still ache quite a bit, but the burn was gone. I looked at it in the mirror and while still discolored, it seemed to be healing already. I set about my morning chores. I sat facing the computer with my legs spread wide,...
She walked straight down the middle of the long pier, ignoring the yells of the fat man running behind her. The girl was winning the race when another figure stepped in front of her. "Sorry Missy but I can not let you go," he said, "The fat man will fire me for sure." He lowered his eyes, looking down at his bare feet, adding, "¿usted entiende que no es nad...
There was no doubt: she was crying. It triggered a reflex in him to reach out and comfort her. Except – he didn't. Why should he? She wasn't the one hurt, was she? He was. So why should she be the one crying? And yet, she was. Clear liquid trembled on the lower rims of her beautiful eyes – reflecting the candlelight. For a moment it clung to her painted l...
An older artist takes a young, inexperienced boy as her muse Chapter 1: Angelfire I suppose I would have crossed paths with Anastacia 'Angelfire' Kempston sooner or later the way things panned out. But seeing her picture in the local newspaper that fateful late spring day seemed to make it all the more special for me. Almost as if fate was taking a hand....
** All teen characters appearing in this story are of legal age. ** Brenda did not like what saw staring back at her from the mirror. She was wearing a clear plastic mask over the upper half of her face to protect her broken nose. It was held to her head with a Velcro strap which she carefully pulled, loosening the protective covering letting it fall into h...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse Ouellet, Melina, Beth Phoenix, or any WWE/WWF stars for that matter. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Beth Phoenix was on the edge. At first she hadn't taken Maryse Ouellet as a credible threat, and why would she? The things she was saying was absurd. Especially...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Toni Storm or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Toni Storm had just successfully defended her NXT UK Women's Championship, and was feeling very proud of herself. All of her dreams were coming true. Sure, she wasn't on the...