The lovely female musicians were all of a similar beauty. They had been chosen by the sultan with the care and vanity of a teamster assembling a match-set of chariot horses. Dark-haired, olive-skinned, large-eyed and full-lipped. Each dressed in flowing white robes, with gold hems. As they played their strings, cymbals, and pipes from their golden shell al...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: One of the terrific things about writing fantasy or science fiction stories is that the laws of physics can be bent, stretched to the limit, or even broken. I'm not a physicist. I'm just me. Once again, I'd like to give special credit to those who helped me figure out certain phraseology. Thank you SO much for the comments and feedback, but PL...
This is the final chapter of the WhiteWood series. After this, I have a few more one-offs planned, and a new series that's in the works, as well as the last chapter of Lira's Accounts - so look out for that! Any feedback on this series would be much appreciated, and as always please feel free to let me know if you have any suggestions or things you'd like...
I know it's wrong to celebrate someone's death, but Michael was a complete and utter ass. I spent twenty-two years being the good little housewife while he played the letch. He fucked anything with a twat... except for me. Our only son was a true accident; he came home thinking it was one of his mistress' hovels. Serves the bastard right. Now that he's gone,...
As the lottery began, it was not difficult for Ciara to appear concerned. The lottery was an annual tradition in her village. As it began, an urn was prepared (it had been the same urn since Ciara's Grandmother's first lottery), filled with one white ball for every girl of bleeding age in the town. Then, in a solemn ceremony in front of the assembled villag...
Prince Oliver skipped through the castle garden. He loved the green and the flowers. He was nineteen and yet to be married. In truth his parents had coddled him as a boy. He knew his numbers and letters. He knew how to run a castle and a kingdom. On paper anyway. But he would never be a warlord. Never be a brave leader of men on the battlefield. His gold...
My name is Johnny Willis. You might remember me as Banjo, Tad's annoying but loveable best friend on the short-lived but immensely popular 90s dramady Just the Three of Us. I have had bit roles in movies, on TV, and even in commercials since then, but I never made it back to prime time television as an actor. I went to college and majored in English on a Cre...
A/N: Lol, I honestly didn't think the last part of this story was a cliff hanger since well, the ball ended after that lol, but to each their own and that's fine. Special thanks to Taco and the two anon readers who commented on the last part. One anon was concerned I've given up on this series. No worries I will continue to work on it until it's done. Remem...
Author's Note: This was meant to be short but I spent more time than I expected to on this one. This is my third draft so if there any repeats or inconstancies still in there I apologize. I'm pretty sure I fixed 99% of them but even the most skilled editor will miss one or two things. I don't really have any more ideas for it working on some erotic fairytale...
This is a story done by me ThePac and if you have any requests, ideas or people you would like me to write about pls e-mail me and if you have any feedback on my story [I would really like some feedback on my story] what u liked, didn't like, send it to me via my profile. All characters storylines situations and celebs in stories are all made up none of what...