That was her name, Angel, the meanest woman on Earth. She had made a fortune trafficking in women, children and drugs but had not caught our attention until she began to traffic in weapons. Angel was a public figure, heiress to a fortune; the public had no idea what her foreign "charities" were. Her local charities were legitimate and her city of Marseilles...
This is an idea for a story I have been kicking around for a while. I am going to try releasing an episode a week if people seem to want to read it. Hopefully it is entertaining to some. ***** Chapter 1 I always did like to make a grand entrance. Unfurling my wings I slid in between the newbie necromancer and the two paladins. Surprisingly there were e...
Cleo settled down to an evening of playing the game. * * * * * * Cleo was sitting in her seat on the flight deck, wearing a simple cotton sleeveless dress. "One minute until touch down," Lewis called out from the control desk, "Fasten harness." Cleo looked across at Teg as she buckled up. He was dressed in a shirt and trousers. Butterflies appeared in he...
Author's notes: Thank you again for reading. Your feedback has been welcome and greatly appreciated. This is the fifth of six chapters. Any medical and/or legal details in this story should not be considered factual. ** Mac woke to the buzzing of his alarm clock, and for a brief moment was surprised to find a warm body pressed against him. The disorient...
Thank you for reading this chapter! If you have not read the previous chapters, please do so (particularly 16 and 17). I have been away for a while; life (and death) tend to get in the way of many things, including writing. Special thanks to "Giraffe" for helping me through perhaps the worst writer's block ever AND for being the one to hold my hand these las...
Agent Andrews began, "Please bear with me. I hope to have most of your questions answered by the time I finish giving the reason you are here today, and a synopsis of what has led to our actions. First of all, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, Mrs. Hunter and her daughter are here under protective custody. No one is under arrest for any crime. Let me make that clear. Mr...
The Club I am a God. Those words roll through my brain over and over as the elevator descends. I begin to feel the music after the first minute. Then the heat and stink of the place wafts up to me. All musk and rusted metal. Like me. Habit flexing the metal fingers of my right hand, I wipe a palm that can not sweat across my Syntha Leathe* pants. The deep...
CHAPTER ONE: Trouble With the Mob and Make Over "What the hell are you talking about?" She asked wiping his cum from her pussy. I said thanks for the worst piece-of-ass I've ever had," Alan repeated. She laughed throwing the wet towel into his face. With a tiny dick and less than thirty seconds in the saddle, you ought to think before you speak, you SOB....
Quick authors note: If you like this story then please feel free to interact with me or join in the writing and take the character down your own path. All fetishes welcome. The former plantation house sat upon on a cliff-edge. To the east is rich pasture leading to pristine rainforest while to the west beyond a 50ft cliff lay a white pearly beach. Little rem...
--(--(--(Author's Warning: This Story Takes Place After Sal Marcano's Death, and Assumes Lincoln Ruled New Bordeaux With All Three Original Underbosses, But Never Lost Father Jame's Affection Or Friendship. The Districts Assigned To Each Underboss Is Represented By My Own Choices During My Playthrough In-Game)--)--)-- (Paradiso Hotel and Casino, Six Months...