Apocalypse Slaves, Part 8: Pearl and Nadine. By: AlexClayton. *** Author's Notes: In these stories, I'm attempting something somewhat new, darker, grittier, and going a little bit further down the proverbial rabbit hole than I've gone before. I'm putting all the tag/trigger warnings (that I can think of) here in the beginning so that you can see some o...
Posting this complete since the previous series took so long to be accepted. If'n you got short attention span apologies on the length. ;) ** Am bouncing with cooing Balik on hip. Our house is done and we are fitting to move in. Bonita is bouncing along with though Sashi in basket. The dress I bought is sundress and big hit with town. Course has downside,...
This is a continuation, as in read the first part first. I mention because a great many can't seem to understand that part even when the name has something chapter 3 and so forth on it. Probably works fine as a read alone but darnit I type these so you miss out on plenty if you don't read the first part so if you haven't read the first part, go read the fir...
The final inking cut into his flesh, and the stalwart barbarian didn't even grimace in pain, though a lesser man might have. Grinning instead, Gundor the Hammer clenched his fist. The ink-maiden--a shaman of the Tribe of the Thunderbeast--had infused the ink and her drawing with mystical power, and Hammer could feel the enchantment seeping into his flesh, be...
As usual, a huge shout-out to my editing team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical review. Thank you for all you do, HDK. My editors are PapaKilo14, Hal, Pixel the Cat, GeorgeAnderson and Olddave1951. Thank you, gentlemen, I love you all and you did your usual awesome thing. SBrooks103x is the remaining member of my team, but for the obvious re...
I sit in the dim light of my apartment and watch my two children sleep, thinking about the decision I'm going to soon have to make, and every time I do my stomach clenches up. Am I a wimp or the most forgiving son of a bitch on this planet? How many times can a person be forgiven? Two, three, more, before the words 'I'm sorry' just don't cut it anymore? In...
As with most of my stories this one is lengthy, a work of fantastical fiction, and is very much NOT for everyone. If an unfaithful wife, blackmail, large sex toys, body modification, or similar things bother you please give this story a hard pass. Everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story. *** "Namaste." I say as I slowly open my eyes. "Namaste." The flu...
Titus and Beth had two good days together. They headed West on Alligator Alley towards Florida's gulf coast. Beth hugged Titus tightly for warmth as the weather was growing colder. She could have stayed in her bikini forever, but the farther north they got, the colder it would get. Titus wanted to stick to the south to stay with the warmer weather, but it w...
Author's Note: No Strings Attached is the second collaboration by MsCherylTerra and Bebop3. We hope you enjoy the story! Bebop3's stories can be found here. No Strings Attached Alex I stood at the doorway watching her. I don't like kids. I don't dislike them either, they simply don't exist in my day-to-day life so I don't really think about them much. B...
Chapter 6: Reunion ***** Jack awoke two mornings later in a considerable amount of pain. The first thing he did upon stirring from the infirmary bed was clutch at the bandage across his chest, where a throbbing pain made him grimace in agony. The deep wound left by Daimanos' blade across his chest would need time to heal even though Jack wished that he cou...