Dance of Passion Waves of Passion P03 J.W.Roan *** "Open up in the name of the King!" A fist bashed against the locked door, the sound vibrating through the air. Aquila jumped from the sofa, clinging tightly to the blanket wrapped around her body. Liet, however, seemed far less concerned. He rose naked from the sofa, stretching his arms above his hea...
Hey y'all. Again, thank you so much for all of the feedback on pt. 2. Even with all of your great guidance, I'm still unsure about how this section will be received. The Horsemaster and Shani's relationship shifts, as does the story's perspective. Writing from the Horsemaster's point of view was enlightening. He showed me another side of himself I hadn't exp...
Mila cleaned up and prepared to close the bar for the night as she thought about her day. It was a quiet evening, and she was happy for the break from the drama that usually surrounded The Rusty Tankard. Somehow though, she knew in her gut it was just a calm before the storm. Weeks passed since she helped Trysten escape into Pakaur, and she wondered how he w...
Author's Note: Dear all, thanks for all the wonderful feedback and the great votes! I love writing this series, but this chapter was really hard for me to write and it was really important that I 'get it right' (hence the lengthy delay between chapters). I don't apologise for the harshness of the scene, but I can promise that the next few chapters will have...
I would like to continue this story but I'm a little stuck on where to go next. After several hours with no real direction, The idea of a Trina's side of the story seemed appropriate, Being an old fart that never understood the mechanics of the female mind, I would like to humbly ask another writer to continue the story from a woman's perspective. I invite y...
Harry had stayed in his office most of that day, and both times he came out -- for lunch and to head home -- Veronica hadn't been at the desk. He felt some sort of obligation to thank her or something for that morning's dalliance, and the next day, when he came in and she wasn't at her desk, he wondered if maybe the fact that he didn't do anything had someho...
I pulled up and parked adding our car to the other 8 that were already in attendance. This was an invitation only evening and dinner for the 12 principle investors of the W.T. Power Group. I opened my door; walked to my sweet Darya's, opened and held her delicate gloved hand, she slide from the car. She looked up t me a little apprehensive but smiling none t...
I was just about to pull the starter cord on the mower when Lisa stuck her head out the door and called out to me, "I need you to look at something inside when you're done mowing, okay?" "Sure!" I responded and turned back to the mower. "Thanks," she replied back. "I'll be in the kitchen." I nodded and pulled the cord on the mower, firing it up with a sm...
So before I begin regaling you with my newest adventure with my magical chess set, let me talk about my finances. As you probably remember, I'm named after a granduncle, because his will stipulated that his wealth would go to the first child named after him. Even though they didn't hesitate to name me after my granduncle, I knew it really bugged my parents t...
"What the hell are you doing?" Amy muttered under her breath as she sat alone, waiting at a table. The coffee in her cup was cooling quickly as she nervously sipped it. They had agreed to meet in a public place for their first real-life visit. It was a day she had thought about for months, and now that it was here, her old fears and insecurities flared up....