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Ignoring the immediate prostration of the giant and reptile-skinned elephant (who this time had forgotten to first bang the gong), I steadied Camael as he attempted to stand. The sudden shift had certainly unsettled him, but at least he hadn’t thrown up.
Though maybe that was because he hadn’t eaten in a ridiculously long time.
Lucifer dashed through the vault door carrying Nathan in an desperate attempt to salvage something from his soon to be ending life. Nathan had been completely paralysed by Lucifer's magic and desperately looked for amber to rescue him , constantly trying to break out of the spell without success. Lucifer knew his end was near ,he could feel his strength,his magic slowly fade away . He put Nathan on the ground who looked at him with horrow with his eyes filled with dread . Lucifer lifted his dress and tore his panty and threw away.
Coworkers William, an accountant, and Kateri, a video game artist, are dating. The
company believes in lots of team building activities including February Fantasy
Fridays to ward off the winter doldrums. These days involve costumes and team
building activities on each of the four Fridays in February. Kat is excited to
participate as a couple, William is less enthusiastic, but might eventually come
around.
Lonely people can be strange, and so can their stories. Archaeologists, secret agents, cutting-edge scientists, supposed witches, thieves, castaways, orphans, imperialists, athletes and others, all have their quirky little tales to tell.
Chapter 8: In Which I Say Some Things That Were Perhaps Unwise To Think, Much Less Speak, But Am Eventually Shut Up With Master’s Assistance
Valentine was looking at me expectantly, waiting for her heals, and I couldn’t tell her I wasn’t running that spec, because– oh thank god, Master was coming over.
“Actually… could I heal you, Valentine, if you don’t mind? Sasha’s been teaching me a little healing magic, and I think I’m pretty decent, but the proof is in the ashes, as they say.” ...who the heck said that? I had to question some of this world’s idioms.
They arrived at the Tamworth Industrial Park, turning off Watling Street into Claymore, and then into the roadway where the body had been found. To one side of the road was the back of factories in the next road, the other side was a big automotive spares warehouse. At the end of the short road was the factory whose workers had come out to find the body. They parked in a space and stood in the road looking around them. Maria was the first to speak.
Chapter 7: In Which Sparring, Which Seemed Harmless At The Time, Leads To A Great Quandary
I awoke in the morning the sound of a loud thwack, two objects impacting each other at an incredibly high speed. My eyes flickered fully open, body surging with adrenaline, and I rushed over to peek outside of the tent.
“So what’s eating you?” Anette asked Tori from the other side of the table. Tori looked up at her, eyes heavy and body racked with exhaustion after the events of the day.
“Are we having dinner?” Tori asked quietly, ignoring Anette’s question.
“Pot roast,” Anette said simply. “What’s eating you?”
"Here's the thing, Merope," Agent Kirchmeyer said.
"If we take what you said at face value, what do we have? Something about cylinders.
We don't know what these cylinders are. Frankly, they sound like rolls of money.
Which, of course, is nice for him, but not really remarkable,
if you know anything about the Switcher."
Authors Note: This story is complete and sitting on my hard drive. The novel is 49,188 words long in twenty chapters. I will be posting two chapters per week, roughly 5,000 words per post, on Fridays.
Synopsis
Alex comes home one day and his wife, Carrie, tells him of a problem in Mike and Lisa's marriage. Mike is his best friend since middle school. It seems that Lisa caught Mike cross-dressing and came unglued. She had come to Carrie looking for solace and support for divorcing Mike. But Carrie told her about a Phil Donahue show she'd seen as a teenager featuring married cross-dressers and said that cross-dressing really was no big deal.
Lisa was offended that Carrie wouldn't back her up and said, "If it was your husband, you wouldn’t think it was so cool," and left in a snit; part of her anger now directed at Carrie.
Carrie, on the fly, hatches a plan to help Lisa see that if it was her husband, she'd still think it was no big deal. Alex somewhat reluctantly goes along with it and discovers things about himself that he never knew existed.
“That’s my next hurdle to be faced Maggie, My family obviously are aware that I am transgender, a few close friends and my bosses at the museum have already been told who I am and what I am doing, you now know, I now just need to find out if it will affect my career prospects.”
We spent most of the afternoon discussing the songs we would be dropping and the ones that would make up the core of Sisters shows. Many staying were already classed as Pixie hits. We could build on that and cement the move with our next album.
We got the amps turned on and just played the things we liked for an hour or so. We then had a short discussion on why Josie left and the effect that had on all of us. The fact that she hadn’t been on stage for some months had helped lessen the damage to the band as a whole.
He’s stumbled upon a collection of Grandma’s old dresses and his cousin insists he try them on. But it's all just for fun... right?
It’s the summer before college, and Madison’s task is to clean out his late Grandma’s entire house before it’s sold. Even worse, he has to do it with his annoying, bratty cousin, Olivia. But while digging through boxes, they discover something unexpected: beautiful, vintage dresses of a wide variety of styles… and Grandma’s unfulfilled dream for someone to wear them. What starts as silly bonding activity for Madison and Olivia turns into much more when they realize how convincing Madison looks as a girl, leading them to take advantage of his feminine looks.
This ~50,000-word novel is available in its entirety for Kindle. This is the third of three chapters that will be shared here as a sample. Hope you all enjoy! :)
Dad and I went for a short walk around the halls
near his room with the nurse’s aide. He was tired out after going one lap
around the nurses’ station. After we got back to the room and the nurse
hooked his heart monitor leads back up to the larger machine, he told me,
“I’d like to talk more about the transgender thing, if you don’t mind.”
“Are you like that because your mommy or daddy was a beringer, or
did you decide to be a beringer after you grew up?”
Mx. Herschel laughs. “I’m glad you think I look that young! No,
when I was born I had a girl type body — almost everyone had a girl
or boy type body back then. I was several years older than you when I
told my parents I didn’t want to be a girl, but they didn’t like that,
so I didn’t get to change into a beringer body until I was eighteen.”
I was overwhelmed with sensations all over my body.
There was a pull on my scalp where my wife's hands were pulling my braids. My lips felt buttery and smooth and velvety from the lipstick. I could feel my wife's soft lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, kissing me deeply, smearing my lipstick.
Most of all, my body was contracting pleasantly, an after effect of the waves of pleasure that had washed all over me, centered in my groin.
I had leaked - that's right, leaked cum, which was pooled beneath us, on the floor.
"Wow, honey", she smirked at me, "You really are a woman"
The days before she died was all the time that I really knew the real Anna Renee Joel. She was very sweet; always helpful and polite to me and that kindness made me feel threatened because whenever she talked to me my guard would come down and I was pretty much hypnotized. She could read the directions for soup from the back of a can and it would have sounded like poetry in motion.
Life and Love are far more complicated than we can possibly understand. For one young cop, a journey of self-discovery will teach them that true strength was inside them all along.
As they walked into the office, Sue was on the phone. She looked at them, smiled, and said, “I see what you mean,” then put the phone down.
“That was the duty sergeant. He wanted to know if we now had a new branch – the Fashion Police. You both look a bit different. Very elegant and absolutely right for the job I have for you, tonight. That’s if you haven’t got a couple of seats booked at the ballet. That outfit looks good on you, Maria, maybe a little more expensive than your weekly outfits.”
“Jacqueline, meet me at the abandoned warehouse when you come home. I’ve got a surprise you will not believe.”
Jacqueline had lost track of how many times she’d read that text. She still wasn’t sure if she should reply. Ben never texted anything else after it. Every time she checked her phone, that’s where their texts ended.
Jacqueline put her phone down. She knew it was only a matter of time before she pulled it up again, doomed to repeat the seemingly never-ending cycle of reading that same text over and over.
Simon McKenzie started his week normal enough, but after a series of events he found himself standing in a bar wearing a cocktail dress and the weeks that followed didn't return to normal.
Craig is one of Earth's bio-engineered soldiers in a war against an alien invasion. Unfortunately, when he uses his powers, he turns female. Now Halcyon has to deal with invaders and with Craig's girlfriend's preference for his female self! On top of that, Earth is losing the war.... There must be another way to deal with the conflict or the world will run out of holidays—forever!
Brian never wanted to be a girl, but when you have an actress for an older sister, a HUGE resemblance to her, and then throw in an agent who would do pretty much anything to get a contract — it was better to go with the flow, wasn't it?
A school for superpowered children seemed like a good idea and definitely a change from fighting mad geniuses and superhuman brutes. But who knew that helping set up a school for super-powered teenagers would be so challenging? Not to mention dangerous and exciting...
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