New Abbey, Scotland, 1914 CHAPTER ONE One. Two. Three. Four. Four steps would bring Madeline Welby to her brother's bedroom door. Maddie's heart pounded painfully in her chest and her body trembled, teeth chattering as she stared ahead of her in the dark hallway. With each step, she could feel the brush of the carpet under her bare feet. A late winter rain...
MONGREL: The notion 'Get some mongrel in you' means adding something to your persona to provide a harder edge. This supposes a touch of defiance or rebelliousness will make a difference; a significant difference especially to the downtrodden. In this instance the advice to 'get some mongrel' was given to a character who's perceived as being excessively too n...
The Sponsor * Readers, I want to thank you for following Miranda on her sexual journey. I hope you will enjoy this latest installment. kisses, Yogakay ***** The water running down Miranda's body was almost too hot but that was how the blonde parole officer liked it. Her fair skin quickly changed to red as she massaged a vanilla scented body wash into h...
Saturday dawns cloudy still and the pack wakes to normalcy, save for one thing - the Ross wolf that remained guarded and chained in the back building. Erich woke alone in his bed and found he missed the small warm soft presence that had been Madeline. He was going to have to petition the Tucker Alpha to bring her into Wyeth, even if only for a week or so....
I'm trying to move this one ahead, so it'll likely be quite long. I'm trying to mix this up a little. There's some of the dreaded (for me) background needing to get said in here somewhere, so for fun and frolic - or something like that - I'm throwing in a curve. Oh, and the wolf guy gets a name in this, just sayin'. Hope you like it. ---------------- He lo...
Chapter 1 She walked into the room exactly one minute late. She was five feet and fifty kilograms of sass, her cheeky smile peering out between neck-length curtains of silky black hair. Her profession demanded infallible stealth on a daily basis, and her jet-black locks and caramel skin tone allowed her to slip into shadows like a silk dress. Her petite fi...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Life exists in both seconds and years. Don't ignore one for the other. I would like to thank the phone operator and Chief of the Burnham, Illinois Police Department for answering my questions, despite their bizarre nature. ***** (Monday Night) I should have known to not hav...
Author's Note: Finally... some heat! Enjoy! ***** Stephen pulled back into the car port just a few minutes later and cut the engine. He sat there with Grace for an extra moment, knowing what would happen when they headed inside. He had to admit, he was just a bit worried about what would come next. Not one to miss anything, Grace turned to him and asked,...
Author's note: Oleander Dreams was written for the "Beyond the Wall of Sleep" event honoring HP Lovecraft. It's partly dystopian, partly a descent into madness. Is it real? I'll leave it to you to decide. I hope I've done the estimable Mr. Lovecraft justice. For those of you who are looking for my "sick puppy" material, I'm sorry to disappoint. For everyon...
My council business had kept me busy for almost two weeks, I was tired and happy to be back home when I stepped into the main entrance of the house. I give a fatigued sigh before dropping my luggage to the ground. It was nice to be surrounded by the familiar scents and sights of my home. She was there waiting for me and in a heartbeat, I felt myself pushed...