The smell of smoke wafted gently through the trees causing a deep feral growl to rumble through his chest. He cocked his head to one side and listened, but knew that he was too late. He eased up to the edge of the forest and knelt in the underbrush as he looked out across the glen to the skeletal remains of the wee cottage and the dead livestock scattered ab...
Rosita awoke with the scream held tightly behind her lips. It was her third night after the rape, and her second nightmare. She had thought it wouldn't come back, after her night with Marshal Jones. Rosita blushed, as she suddenly realized she had never asked for his first name. After making love to her, he had tucked her into bed and held her gently through...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. I know there are some people out there waiting so patiently ("Canadian Fan," I hear you), and I know how frustrating it is to be left halfway through a plotline with all this momentum and then hit a wall. There simply are not enough hours in the day. I decided halfway through to make some major changes to my intended s...
Note: Thanks for the kind responses to the first part. Here is the second part to the origins of The Seducer. Last part to follow next week. For James, the moment seemed frozen in time. Every movement was painfully slow and exaggerated. He could see each individual tear form in Allison's eyes and watched helplessly as they made their slow descent down her c...
A Tale Of Sechs City For Dianthus *** Charlotte Thompson sighed deeply. She was not satisfied. She appreciated the irony of the situation but she didn't exactly want to dwell on it. "You don't like it?" said the man next to her unhappily. It was more of a statement than a question. Charlotte shook her head. "It's not that, Mike. It's just...I don't kn...
Arnold Craven entered a certain morgue in Laguna Beach, LA after he spoke his password to the guard. Along the corridor leading to the autopsy room, he met Dirty Harry coming out of the door with his female partner tagging behind. Arnold smiled jubilantly at Harry. It was the first time he saw him in person. But the famous homicide cop and the woman just wal...
This is the third chapter of a 13-chapter novella. All has been written and will be released over the next month. For a greater appreciation of the story as a whole, I'd suggest reading the previous chapter. Many thanks to HallidayTee for helping me put this story together, and please make sure to vote! Chapter 3: Going Out "Here's your mission dossier." L...
I'd like to make a quick note here. If you want to sleep soundly and have normal dreams, don't get involved in the supernatural. Seriously those fuckers take a sleeping mind to be a sign that you are open and willingly asking for business. They don't make you tired physically, but it can leave you frustrated and mentally strung out if you had a bad day and w...
Four Nights Later Rafe walked into a rundown bar known to Nat's as 'The Dive', barely managing to repress a deep shudder as every supernatural eye in the place fell on him, peeling him apart. He really hated that. He lazily scanned the length of the packed room for his brother. Jordan texted cryptically earlier asking for the meet up which got his atten...