"Good morning, highness." Ronan curtsies slightly, as if to greet me for the first time. The little minx. My lady, now towering over me as advisor to the crown, is an orchid in a gutter- the rest of my counsel is left over from my father's court. They sit as fragile as aging pottery, and I almost expect them to arrive each day covered in dust. The oldest amo...
It was Friday afternoon and I had to see my doctor to get a check up for insurance. But as 5pm approached I was thinking they might push me off to next week. "Mr. Ryan?" the receptionist called out. "Yes," I said, approaching the desk. "Dr. Steeler had to leave just now for an emergency situation. I know you need this for insurance, so could we switch you...
My Daniel walked through my front door, his new little whore right behind him. This was fun, though, because this was exactly what I had expected him to do, to bring his little fuck toy as a show of possession and separation, possession of her and separation from me. My name is Megan Holly. I'm a twenty-four-year-old white woman of German and French descent...
My name is Saoirse Lennon. Saoirse is an Irish name, which is why it's pronounced 'Ser-Sha', and I'm of Irish descent, obviously. I'm a twenty-two-year-old white girl, five-eight, one hundred thirty-seven pounds, with long, curly brown hair that falls to my shoulders, and I have brown eyes, though I suspect those eyes will change to a golden color soon. Let...
(Author's Note: I put in an introductory part to any series I write so that anyone who hasn't been reading the former parts of the series can catch up to speed. However, if you've already been reading this series, you can skip the intro by heading down to the first page break, which looks like this: *****. Thank you for reading, and enjoy! LQ). You have got...
Slowly, morning creeps its way into my bedchambers. I feel my bones creak and stretch awake, and still my eyes are reluctant to open themselves to the grey light. The breeze of italian summer, wins me over to the dawn, wafting in sweet warm air from the palace garden. My bare feet touch the floor and I stumble to the window overlooking a stretch of the Adige...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** My name is Megan Holly. I'm a short, twenty-four-year-old white girl, five-foot-two, one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, short, dyed-blonde hair, beautiful cherub face, lovely green eyes, hourglass body with a beautiful heart-shaped ass, C-cup breasts, dark-pink nipples, b...
EPILOGUE: "Flowers, tons of them everywhere!" A very small girl was running through the field of flowers, lost in her on little world. She could hear the river from where she sat and cried. She absolutely loved this place. It was her place to go when the hitting and the shouting was too much for a 12 year old to comprehend. Alyssa's life wasn't a fairytale...
My name is Saoirse Lennon. I moved out to the town of Lonesome Moon with my dad, though 'town' is a relative word. We actually moved out to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, out into the middle of snow and pine trees. The town is actually forty minutes away through rough country, and the roads out here consist of little more than backwoods dirt and gravel that...
Boston Massachusetts, 1873 Damnit. It was out and was cutting my tongue. Thirty bouts, and I finally lost a tooth. I prodded the space where it should be and found the jagged remainder sticking out from the gum. On my hands and knees in the center of the ring, I spat the tooth and a mouthful of blood onto the dirt and sawdust. I stared at the wall of the...