Assistant Commissioner of Police Bipasha Basu thought her eyes were playing tricks on her when she read the Commissioner's memo. Surely, there had been a mistake. She placed a call to confirm. Commissioner Hema Malini was on the line, "Hello!" "Good morning, mam!" Basu blurted, "I just called to cross-check memo no. F1RTY4136..." her voice trailed off. Mr...
"Steady my boy. A day will come when you will rule Bwangodesh. Till then toil hard & have faith in Allah. Ameen!" Vradhman woke up all shaken. The strong rays of Sun entering the small hut suggested that it was afternoon. Vradhman cursed himself for waking up so late. It was the day of the village fair. He was given the duty of security officer at the fair...
Chapter Five - Seeing with new Eyes I got out of bed and noted the time. Just after nine at night. I hadn't slept too long then. I moved to the shower, still naked and stood under the water, relishing the feeling of the hot water beating down on my back and shoulders, massaging the muscles. I bathed quickly though, loving the feeling of the water, but I had...
Sunnyvale, California Earth 1997 Mark Hanson's hands shook the entire day. An excited, nervous tension sliding through him from his feet to his scalp to his fingers. Tonight. Tonight. Tonight. "Hey, retard." The voice snapped him out of his focus on trying to keep his feet moving one step ahead of him. It was harder than it sounded - he was alway...
Inspired by another series I've just found in Literotica : Kira and Rashid (www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=89548) where the central female character happens to have the same name as my own. Apart from the names and the flaying of Kira in front of the sultan/emperor, the two stories have nothing in common. - - - - Kyrhan woke up. For some reaso...
Silent Love: Part One Note to reader: The words that are in italic are either the thoughts of the characters in the story or non-English words. This is an interracial romance, and is my first story so constructive criticism is much appreciated. I don't have an editor yet, anyone interested? The story has a slow start be advised, but I promise it will get sp...
Alexa-3 The Fortress of Magus Khan I should have said this at the beginning of Chapter One. This story is dedicated to all the two-spirit people who have struggled to be their true, authentic self. The term "two-spirit" is taken from the Navajo Native American tribe who historically has revered their two-spirit people unlike contemporary Western culture. An...
Chapter 11: The demon city. )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Aylanna woke slowly, the images and sensations of her dream still echoing around in her mind. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, blinking. Tollarra cooed softly and smoothed the tendrils of red hair that had fallen down over her forehead. "Sister, you slept for most of the afternoon. Are you sure you are well?"...
"In this particular minute to which I belong, I know I am alive. And I know I must fight to stay alive. That we must all fight for our lives. The warrior is strengthened by repeated efforts." Hakkon paused. Looked down at the body in his arms. "This man was a true hero to our people. He led one of the tribes with honor and dignity. He led the mission to the...
Credit must be given to Louis L'Amour. His book, "The Walking Drum", first introduced me to the phrase "Yol Bolsun". While research indicates disagreement as to the correct translation, I prefer Mr. L'Amour's translation because of its literal and metaphoric inferences. In any event, I hope you enjoy this story. Please vote and comments are always welcome....