This story and "The Ghost and the Midnight Sky" occur concurrently, so the opening is told again, this time from Alistair's perspective. The House on Chicken Legs Alistair, Ch. 5 You destroyed those who in the past committed injustice, among whom were even giants who trusted in their strength and boldness, whom you destroyed by bringing upon them a boundl...
***if you like my stories please consider leaving a comment or rating. Any feedback is always appreciated so i can improve my writing. Thanks all :-)*** All characters depicted here are 18+ Jay was in shock. Even without the spells holding his feet in place and hands over head, he didn't feel he could move if he wanted too. His entire world had come crashi...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * If a young man had done exactly the same thing as Melissa did in her younger days, he had been envied, admired and regarded as a popular jolly good fellow among his many friends. Everybody had regarded him as doing exactly the right thing when he collected his large number of experiences before he met "Miss...
Chapter 08: Unwashed is Better I'm a crewman on a cruise liner. That is an easier description to understand than the exact title the company gives me which is in Greek and virtually untranslatable. I'm on a year out after finishing my degree. In September I will go back to university on a sponsored Master's but I wanted a break after years of school and u...
Jamal was sitting in his brother's apartment with his friend Terrell. They were both on their laptops editing the footage to get the videos ready to be sent to the girls. Jamal was working on Chelsea's video while Terrell was assigned Stephanie's. In the 3 weeks since that night, Duane had accepted his brother and his friend as guests into his home, allowi...
Marcus had a restless night, all his dreams were about a certain five foot six, curvy brunette. He awoke in a cold sweat for the fourth time that night, dreaming about how vulnerable she was and the danger around her as they weren't mated yet and she was human. He had to check on her or his wolf was going to lose control, he still had her personnel details f...
"To be a Chechen Muslim woman is to fight when it feels like the entire world is against you," said Maaret Salamovich, and with that, the young woman walked out of the manager office with her head held high. No use crying over spilt milk, or so the western cliché went in such situations. As far as Maaret was concerned, Walter, the Tim Horton's manager could...
"Pick what breakfast cereal you want" instructed Christina, my wife as we gently wandered around the supermarket. An innocent comment but when I followed it my life turned upside down. As I crossed the aisle to pick up my packet of Coco Pops I was nearly run down by a trolley. It banged into me and a wheel ran over my foot. I exclaimed and looked up to see...
As if your vote is my applause, please vote for my story. There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story. My Wife Is No Longer My Lover, Ch. 01 At opposite ends of the spectrum, with neither compatible with the other, the perverted, voyeur accountant marries the whore, exhibitionist librarian. "He created them from the beginning and...
Boy was I ever nervous. The day had finally arrived when I would get the chance to meet face to face with the woman I had loved so long ago. She had found me by doing a Google search. A month ago at work I was checking my e-mail and there was her name. We instantly reconnected, which shocked me in a way, because of the way our relationship had ended abruptly...