Silvertree Chronicles Book Three, Rise of the Paladin Synopsis: The Grandson of Eldar Silvertree, son of Branar, Lortan 'Storm Wraith' Silvertree, Travious Silvertree Knight Paladin, Champion of Corellon Larethian finishes his ninety years of Training. The task before him is daunting and he understands why elven paladins are needed and the years of training...
Once again, I need to give a few shout-outs: Thank you---again!!--- to Sunshine for her proofreading skills, support, and overall awesomeness. Dedicated to Scott. And, as always, to Mandy. This story is LOOSELY based on an actual trip that Amanda and I took with our friends several years ago. ********** "Stop that, you're getting on my nerves!"...
This is the second part of a three-part story, as you probably could have guessed by the title. Please read the first part before reading this one. Although this part could stand on its own, you'll have much more insight into the characters if you start at the beginning. Like many of my stories this one takes time to develop the characters before getting t...
I got on the intercom and told my wife, Lis that Robert Magubee would be coming by for a quick visit before heading back to Nigeria. He represented our largest customer so if Robert decided he wanted to make a quick social call then we were more than happy to accommodate him. He was the newly named oil minister for Nigeria. Although new to his post we had kn...
Saturday She knocked on the door of his suite at ten of eight, and he let her in. "I'm a little early," she said. "Traffic was so light! I can't remember the last time I was out and about this early on a Saturday morning." She had a small overnight bag in one hand and a hanging garment bag with a dress in it slung over her shoulder. He took them and hung t...
This story and the chapters to follow are fiction. It's a story of a man who became a bull in the cuckold scene of the early eighties in New York. This is his road to that place in his life. --------------------------- I had been a "Bull" for some time. Not everyone called it that in those days. Some just called young men hired for sex gigolos, or male e...
This is not the standard boiler plate interracial story of black dominance or cuckolded sissy's. It is a romance between a white widower and a black girl from the ghetto. Thank you for all of the great comments I've received on other stories, I trust this will be to your liking as well. ***** As I stood in front of my dresser struggling to put in cufflink...
The Promise Pt. 01 of 4 If Vanity Fair's Becky Sharp reappeared in the modern world as an ageing rock chick affecting the gravitas of a Whitehall mandarin, she could possibly be mistaken for the heroine of this story. But she'd have to work hard to be as unpleasant. Our story is set in London in 1992. Mobile telephony, Internet based communications, and...
Jesus Correria's POV Near US-Mexico Border, East of Nogales The Chapter Presidents had been trickling into the parking area of the National Forest that we used as our meeting place all day. I sat on a picnic table, eating a burrito I picked up before leaving Nogales, as Manuel tore into his bag of fish tacos. The Denver President was last to arrive, Pedr...
I remember what started it. I was standing in the kitchen, staring at a pile of dirty dishes, late on a Saturday morning. Little serving plates and wine glasses had been stacked haphazardly in both of the big stainless steel tubs and had spilled over onto the island's countertop, bits of food still clinging to many of them. Every bit of counter space around...