Suffolk, England Winter, 1486 The dawn was rising red over land, covering the vast farm land in a rosy hue. The fields had been covered early this year with a frost that killed any remaining crops and all that was left now was barren landscape, just miles of dirt that was waiting for spring to be tended to. One person was out this cold morning, a man who wa...
Having Kate Beckett walk into the hotel room was like stepping back in time. Alexis could've been studying for her SATs again. She could've been into Twilight again. Funny how she remembered Kate as a swaggering, domineering badass in a motorcycle jacket. Beckett came in light and springy as a summer day, wearing a light-toned pantsuit with a purple silk b...
Author's note: This is my first story, so please let me know what you think, if you have not read Dale's Fate Ch. 00 please do so, and if you don't like pain or torture or rape please do not read any more, thanks. * Dale Dale couldn't believe what had happened, three days ago he was so happy, he had the courage at last to kiss princess Elizabeth and wante...
©2015 Dainii, all rights reserved I had originally posted much of the Mister Gabe series in 2013 and 2014. However, the story was going off track, and needed substantial rework prior to finishing it. I had the webmaster pull the stories so that I could do that. This chapter has a scene deleted at the behest of the webmaster.Here now is the revised version o...
Silvie's father killed her ... and I killed him. Liam watched Jessie as Jacob talked, wondering what she was thinking. Was she shocked by the tragedy and violence implicit in those last words? He knew Jessie was not prepared for how difficult, how cruel Were life could be. Was she worrying that bonds could form with others who were seriously flawed, even ev...
A True Relation of the Adventures of Belinda, Lady D'Airing, and her faithful servant Groat Notar bene - although the dramatis personae herebelow included are based upon some real people, living and historical, any resemblance between them and the people of the story is purely coincidental. Prologue - Our story is set, gentle reader, in a time of great tri...
An uncommonly cool breeze stirred dying leaves across the cobblestone paths of the village. Lamps within windows were snuffed; only the torches at the bridge and before the tavern cast any light upon the ground. Shadows were plentiful, and within those shadows strode the Spectre That Walks. Bagdemagus enjoyed this time of night, when the village was quiet a...
It was not long before the group of captives was entering the Great Hall of Kanan's keep. With his keen eye Dennis kept making note of all everything that was Gaelic or Celtic in this place. To him he might as well be standing in Dunvegan Castle on the Isle of Skye in Scotland. Tartan tapestries hung from every wall in brilliant red, green, blue and gold. He...
Eighteen fifty seven had not been a good year for Missus Amanda Williams. In February, her husband Samuel had left her. Not just left her for another woman, but of all people, an actress of twenty something. Whilst losing her husband was hard to take, for a woman rapidly approaching forty, the fact that he opted for a young thing was devastating to her....
This is the first part of a long story hence, its publication in the Novels and Novellas section of Lit. I hope to publish a new part every three weeks or so and I look forward to hearing from anyone that reads it. Eighteen fifty seven had not been a good year for Missus Amanda Williams. In February, her husband Samuel had left her. Not just left her...