***Sometimes what you've got to do is go back to your roots. She'd tell you that. If you asked, that is. She's old, but her kind doesn't measure age the way that we would. If you asked, she'd answer honestly that she feels the same as she did at twenty-four or so. What were you doing at twenty-four, assuming that you've reached that age? If you asked, s...
All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18. This chapter contains violence, elements of lesbian sex and light bondage. Previously, in this series, a young woman witnessed the murder of her husband on their wedding day before she was violently raped. The woman, Marie Stevens Melar, was an Emergency Department nurse and used her tr...
Jiri was well known in Adelaide. His establishment had won several awards at the conventions they held each year in Australia. Of course, a lot of people didn't like his type of business, even though he earned over three million a year from his customers. But then again, who could turn down an hour or two with an extremely beautiful woman. Jiri ran several...
I run on the roofs of the buildings at an easy pace effortlessly dodging the strange whirring blades inside large boxes on all of the buildings. The leaps between are short and concise my tail keeping me steady. I speed up to make the longer jump across a large gap, the strange rumbling box things with people inside whirring by below the gap. I am forced to...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I received a request via e-mail from the UK to write this story. The lady told me the story line so I developed it around that. This story is completely fictional and there is no reference to any actual person. All names are fictitious and all characters are at least 18 years of age. * MEMORIES OF WIMBLEDON Abigail Wilson had just received...
~~Damien~~ As the night went on, two things were becoming painfully clear. First, that the hunters were either not in the tunnel, or hiding terribly well. Second, that working with Fiona was extremely distracting. It wasn't that Fiona was too juvenile to focus, or too bubbly to... not bubble around everywhere, but rather Damien's own mind not being able to...
"Swords, please," the goblin snarls, thrusting a rusty metal bucket directly into my stomach. He bristles irritably, flexing every muscle in his scrawny arms. He doesn't even come up to my chest: I could snap his wiry neck with one hand. I could do without the attitude, so in response I clatter both weapons as hard as I can into bucket. Just as he starts dra...
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Ch 03 Blowing Cliff Away Taking Sarah by the hands Vi led her out into the atrium. Music filled the space with an old English air conjuring up country gardens and dancers upon the green. A platform decorated with flowers had been placed in the center of the atrium and steps led up to it. Coverly thumped his staff upon the floor, the festive crowd surrou...
"Everyone get inside quickly!" Alexander said. Every one filed into James' and Sarah's house. James looked a little shocked to see so many people in the house. "James, I do apologise for the inconvenience but we were attacked and we need to recover before heading back." Alexander said. "It's not a problem, but where's Lucifer?" "He was captured by the l...