Thanks to oldnakeddad for his editing expertise helping to make this story a better read. A story of a love connection, an old nemesis from high school and the troubles associated with a hatred that was directed for the wrong reasons and the final and ultimate revenge of the wrong wronged person. I hope you enjoy. Please do not forget to vote and feel fr...
Jill sat forlornly outside the modest two story farmhouse. She watched as the snow fell more rapidly. Her clear blue eyes followed a single flake on its random journey towards the ground. She felt like that snow flake. Her whole life had been at the mercy of life's random winds. She knew that she was totally pathetic. It had been almost three years since he...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I was inspired to write this story after watching a match at the Scotties Tournament of Hearts, the Canadian women`s curling championships. Curling is a great sport but I understand not everyone gets it, so I tried not to use too much jargon or make it too much of the focus. This is my first attempt at a genuine, romantic, redemptive love stor...
Gabriel banged on her door for about five minutes. She'd locked him out. "Abigail-god-damn-it," he yelled at the door. "Give her time to cool down, man," Rafe said behind him. "Shut-up. This is all your damn fault," Gabriel snapped pounding the door three more times. If it weren't because he had three broken ribs, a busted leg, and a barely healed collarb...
Chapter Five Two day cycles later, a few more reapers arrived, along with Davariel's weredragons, Drakken, and Eriel. Eriel was not the same angel Ashriel remembered. He looked solemn, somber. He hung back and barely uttered a word. When Natanael approached him about their upcoming mission, he merely nodded. "You okay, Erie?" Natanael asked putting his ha...
I hate him, I told myself. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. Perhaps if I repeated it enough times in my head, it would suddenly become true. I tried to focus on all the bad things about the man who had robbed me of my sense for the past two weeks. He was overbearing, overconfident, and completely unnerving. How could I even consider being with someone lik...
You'd never know it if you were to meet her or see her on the street. But the truth of the matter is, my wife has a cum fetish. I guess everyone has perhaps some sort of fetish. Some are pretty kinky, some are pretty tame, borderline fetish even. But this one...well, I'd have to say it ranks on the higher end of kinky fetishes. And it isn't just the fact Den...
Isis sighed softly as her maids painted her nails, the sun was just peaking over the edge of the earth casting lovely paints of pink, yellow, blue, and orange across Heaven's expanse. Dressed in nothing except a thigh high lace shift, Isis inhaled the early morning scents as they drifted threw her balcony window, as always the wild foreign textures from the...
I was a pretty shallow individual growing up, in luxury since I was the only child of very rich parents. I focused mostly on myself. While I did have sexual experiences, sex was not overwhelmingly important to me when I was 18-21, not to the extent that it was with most men my age. Also, I was a wimp when it came down to brass tacks. Even though I was fairly...
This is a fictional story with all characters over eighteen and all rights reserved to the author. Special thanks to Allison, my wonderful editor. ***** I called Elly midweek and confirmed her coming down on Saturday for lunch and overnight. She told me the boys were anxious to see Mr. Jack's house. She thought they'd probably sleep on the way down, which...