Illustrations by LunA. 5. DREAMS OF DEBAUCHERY "Fuck yeah, bitch!" Neil Corliss screamed as he sped the stolen Chrysler 200 down the deserted forest road, happier than he'd been in years. Bethany Dutton sat in the passenger seat, rooting through Grace Harker's purse. As far as Neil was concerned, justice had been served. Detective Harker had put Neil in...
The October day had turned out uncharacteristically warm, but John Winston didn't mind. As long as it wasn't rain he was more than willing to stand and wait for the auctioneer to get to the few boxes of odds and ends he had decided to try to purchase. He enjoyed his hobby, perusing through old boxes of junk and odds and ends at auctions and estate sales. He...
Tasha's day went from bad to worse when she opened the apartment door and saw a demon fucking John on the sofa. She had spent the last two hours staring into the wintry abyss of the Chicago River — seeking resolution but discovering nothing but the well-recognized features of her own cowardice — and now she returned to find this — a voluptuous, naked she-de...
Again a huge thanks to my editor Jen who saves me from making myself look stupid. I am pleased with this chapter and I think this story can really get moving now. Chapter 3: Damsel In Distress The meal was delicious as it always was, but it was without enjoyment as Athanasia worried for her Jelena. The Lady-in-waiting had been in bed for an hour and the...
With cotton gloves on her hands, Shawn solemnly laid the items on the wobbly wooden table: a dusty old book, and a beautiful silver knife. I eyed them suspiciously. Where did she find this stuff? Her job at the history museum led her down some weird paths. Not to mention her obsession with the occult. I cut my eyes to Shawn, who was wandering the small, dust...
++++++++ Part 1 of 2 ++++++++ It's dark... It's silent... I'm alone... No, wait...I'm not alone. Something is waiting for me. I have to get to it. It has a magnetism I can't resist. I push and push and... My eyes open and the room I'm in fades into focus. I'm on a bed. How did I get here? Where am I? As I sit up, I try to think back to the last...
"DADDY!?" Yes, there he stood, Greg Canaday, member of the Boston elite, bastion of conservatism, respected member of the bar. Staring at his, muddy, bedraggled daughter, clad only in an oversized tee shirt. "What are you doing here?" "I was invited. Someone named Hildy called, told me how well you were doing, how proud I should be of you, how much you mi...
"I'll say it one last time before I leave," the Frenchman spat, growling as he stood to leave the small, cramped room. "Comply or we will use the Angel's Hand and you will end up a soul without a body for etern-" "I understand how the Angel's Hand works, you fools," Lamoren snarled angrily, heaving herself to her feet against the artificial weight of chains...
Please give me the support of your vote. * A son's love for his mother comes to a head at Christmastime. "Robert, what would you like for Christmas?" As if intentionally teasing him, Elizabeth slowly uncrossed her shapely legs to lean forward in anticipation of her son's answer. When she leaned forward like that with her knees slightly parted, her legs w...
You don't have to read this part. It's just for those of you who decide to keep track of me. There is always a certain part in writing for me where it just feels awkward to type while I'm explaining the world I'm creating. Any tips from the pros to help get rid of that feeling? First of all I know that the world didn't always have pirates but this is fic...