The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story involves the characters introduced in "The Bridesmaids' Revenge" although it can be rea...
Author's Note: Please read the first one, or this will not make any sense at all. Enjoy. * "So...what will it be?" James asked again. His hand was steady, his brown eyes cold and questioning. Stacy kept looking at the wrapper, her mind racing. She was scared; she knew she had been playing with fire doing what she had been doing. Masquerading as an animal...
Over the last few years I've become convinced that my father, Graeme Parker, put a hex on me before I even entered the world. No, my father does not practice voodoo or dabble in black magic, although sometimes I secretly wish that he did. He has, however, been an avid comic book collector since the age of five, which in some circles would be considered to ha...
High School Duke: I looked away from my physics midterm when the knock on the door occurred. Mr. Poole, my sharp as a razor teacher when it comes to science but dumb as a newborn when it comes to relaying his knowledge to his students, got up and waddled to the door. The girl revealed by the door's opening was Penelope Sanders. She was a cute girl, should...
A/N: Thanks to my editors Sylvidoll, Spookmeister, and to my buddy Mike! ***** A solitary cloud passed overhead, casting the area in eclipsing darkness. The atmosphere over the pond was fraught with tension as Shawn's eyes took a few moments to adjust to the gloom beneath the trees. He could see the vague silhouette of a man that was only visible as a dar...
Sellsword Ch. 07 - The Avatar Kal-Sorak stood much as they had left it. A town typical of it's time and place. Old stone building, none higher than two floors, lined cobbled streets, streets too narrow for two wagons to pass each other. A wagon was rattling over those cobblestones, between the buildings at the edge of town. Garth, the sellsword, was in the...
1. It all began with a Youtube search. Well, that wasn't strictly true. It all began when she got herself born to a Scotch-Irish mother and a Danish father. She wasn't complaining—well not really; they'd given her all kinds of great stuff, a head for numbers, a taste for chamber music, a kick-ass metabolism, (she could eat anything without gaining a pound,...
All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen. ***** Razor sharp knife through sweet white onion. A crisp, snick of a sound, over and over until the pieces are swept into hot olive oil and an aromatic sizzle fills the warm humid air. Margo gives the pan a quick flick with her wrist to toss the pieces, and lets the gas flame do its t...
All persons depicted in nude/sexual situations are 18 and up. This work is entirely fictitious. Any relationship to persons living or dead is unintentional and entirely coincidental. Shy nerdy virgin Danny is gets a project of a lifetime: photographing his shemale classmate in the nude which leads to new sexual experiences and a new lease on his formerly se...
Before you begin reading, know this: This story contains lesbians, pirates, violence, a little bit of gore (but we are not here for guro), and story. It does not contain anyone who is under 18 years of age. * * * Fog poured past the woman's legs. Her mind was numb, not fully realizing the gray, dream-like world around her. She could feel sand against her...