Prologue: The following is obviously a continuation of Sisterly Love Pt. 4, of which I recommend reading first as an introduction, or at least the least few paragraphs at a minimum. And as I mentioned in the prologue to Sisterly Love, this will be a long series by the time I finish documenting everything. So please bear with it. Thank you. As always, comme...
It was pouring rain that night when the woman turned the wheel of her car into the mud soaked parking lot of the run down motel. A half working neon sign blinked "vacancy," under another electric light that tried to spell out the words, "Fairmont Motel," without much success. She pushed the car into park by the dimly lit office and checked the glove compartm...
When Mark awoke the next morning, the aching in his crotch had subsided, but he still felt rather sleepy and worn-out. It didn't help that Naira had cuddled up against his back, and her body heat had added to the already very warm room, making for a rather uneasy sleep. Slowly and carefully, striving to not wake up Naira, he freed himself from her embrace a...
Chapter 1, Writer's Block Father Charles Dodson, the handsome young pastor of St Joseph's Catholic church, was sitting at the small writing desk in his upstairs bedroom, trying to work on his Sunday sermon, but he just sat quietly staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of him. He picked up a sharpened number two pencil and at the top of the paper wrot...
Annie & Jaz had planned a getaway to the coast, hoping to spend some much-needed time away and focus on each other for a bit. With little energy left after long days at the office, they were burned out, exhausted, and ready for a vacation. Finally, the big day of departure was only a week away, circled so many times on the calendar the surrounding days w...
Women love to be massaged, and I love to massage women. Being blind, I tend to have an easier time building a rapport with shy customers, so they'll become repeat customers. Sometimes I will get the occasional customer who will ask me out after getting one of my massages. I'll tell her, it is always a woman who asks me out, that I can't date them because the...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. ************* Los Angeles, California There's no place like home, at least that is how many felt when they had a family. The loving embrace of waking up every morning with someone next to you in bed and knowing that a bond had be...
Dear readers, in my werewolf tale, the existence of werewolves is known by human. In fact my heroine, Juliana Macon, who we met in 'You Can't Deny Your Wolf', grew up in the human world, outside of a pack. After a series of events, she discovered her birthright, as the heir to the Alpha-ship of her late father's pack. In this episode Julie begins to lead...
"Well you better come back in," Amy said practically. She tugged on my arm and I backed up into the house. Which was a good thing, because I probably would have stood out on that porch with my mouth hanging open until I was an ice statue myself. "I'll call a taxi," I said idiotically, as if any cab driver in his right mind, and yes, even the majority who...
Leanna was indeed lying in her own bed, thinking of Trevor. He must surely have given up on finding her by now, she thought. She had remained true to her word, and she had posted a letter to him two weeks before, which had contained a petition for divorce. That had been a week before her monthly was due. Now she was a week overdue, and she knew without a dou...