Henry sat in his car and watched as his carefully arranged trap slowly closed around his wife, Danielle and a Mr. Jack McDonald, a man she had been corresponding with in email recently. It had only taken a bit of snooping for Henry to discover the planned meeting was to be at the man's house, in a neighborhood only about a mile or so from home. The best Henr...
Chapter 3, The Demon Gremalgin. One morning, when it was getting too hot to work, he stopped and wandered around the garden. Suddenly to his horror he saw the young woman. Charles had no idea who she was or what she was doing here. But one horrible truth was sure. Charles usually laid his jacket near the large oak tree. There stood the girl taking his wal...
In his capacity as Master of Assassins, Lord Downy was accustomed to receiving mail on the very finest of paper emblazoned with ancient sigil rings. He treated them with respect but never felt any exceptional need to treat them with expediency. However, in today's post came a letter emblazoned with a simple 'V' on black wax and that he opened at once. Though...
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It was the night before Christmas when I set the trap for my girlfriend. The aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafted throughout the house mixing pleasantly with the Christmas tree in the living room and the soft smoky scent of the crackling fire. Underneath the tree was a special box that was wrapped to match the rest of the presents and I highl...
Hi, it's Useli! This chapter took FOREVER! I must've written and rewritten this chapter ten times, and I really felt like there was no good way to introduce what I wanted to, but I finally settled on this. Rest assured, everything I do has a reason. Be sure to read and review! ------- Nero approached the amazon slowly. "Illia, can you help me with this puz...
Everyone (and everything) in this story was over eighteen years old at the time of writing. --- He was new to the town, having moved for work, and he had moved into the apartment six weeks before. His wife would follow in another two long weeks. He was lonely, but he consoled himself with lengthy ambles through the Mid Western town's abundant forested park...
Trevir had just received his permit to hunt the woods south of Morrovale. He also inherited Harlen's range, as his successor. Harlen had been a excellent tutor for the youth and he knew the ways of the woods as well as the best and better, by far, than most. He surveyed his main hunting area, peering with his keen eyes over the woods from the small hillock...
I could hear the sounds of the Forest as I sat there, motionless, waiting for something to happen. I didn't know whether to be in awe of this creature for tricking me so easily, pissed at him for tricking me in the first place, or pissed at myself for what I let him to do me. My emotional state of mind was in tatters. I felt as if I were being torn every whi...
Edward could feel the heat of Margaret's leg against his on the trap seat, even through the material of her long skirt and petticoats and his own trousers. He wondered if she could feel him too—and there at the shoulders too. He thought not, though, or that, if she could, she wasn't noticing. The ladies maid, Nancy, sitting reversed on the trap's back bench...