Can the son of a con man be any be any better than his father? Will his plan for a easy life come together or completely fall apart? If Grace has anything to say about it, he will have learned his lesson well. But then a con man knows he has to think through all the possible outcomes of the game. Did he get it right or will spend his life in prison.

A Sweets Life-Chapter 4

This one gets a bit preachy. If this offends you, I apologize. What can I say? It’s how I feel.

Four girls, sitting on a bench eating ice cream, would seem to be no big deal; No one paid them any real attention, with the exception of a few teenage boys, who may have appreciated the four pretty girls all in one place. It was just something you would expect to see in many American middle size towns, and it pleased one of those girls to no end that she could do this.

Sissy bride gets married Part 1

Chapter 11

I spent the entire night asleep. Mom’s lap was just what I needed. Fighting and killing all those people was way too much for my little mind and body to get around. Imagine my surprise when I woke up in my own bed. Looking at my clock, I found I had been out for sixteen hours. Someone had taken me home and I never stirred.

“Good morning, Elizabeth Braddock!” It was Kyoko.

How insidious is evil? Can it become genetic? Can good be genetic? Where does that leave freedom of choice?

I wish to thank Maggie Finson for her advice and support.

Synopsis:Sarah finely meets with Steve Granger, and has to admit he is not quiet the monster that Anna’s files said he was and over the next three months Steve trains Sarah and helps her hone her skills. The time has finely come for Sarah and Steve to take back their lives.

Chapter 2

In this chapter, Emily faces here worst nightmare - her wedding day.

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"There's something you need to know about Emily..."

In the year 2404, America is no more. In a land ruled by the oppressive theocracy known as the Dominion of Divinity, being gay is a capital offense, adultery is punished with the lash, women are forbidden to work, and forced marriages are common.

Fifteen-year-old Emily La Rouche faces an impossible choice. On her sixteenth birthday, she will be forced to marry Jonathan Marsh, the son of her landlord. If she refuses, her family will lose everything. If she takes his hand, it is certain that her life will end by a hangman's noose in front of an angry mob. All because Emily has been hiding an enormous secret for years-she was born a boy. As the wedding approaches, Emily's parents realize the only way that she will be safe is if she is to escape the Dominion.

With her brother Aaron at her side, Emily flees across post-apocalyptic America in search for a new home. With vile bounty hunters on her trail, only time will tell if Emily will ever find a place where she can live and breathe free as the person she was always meant to be.

Anonymous

Anonymous

They were staring. And I hated it.

But you have no idea what I’m talking about, right? Right.

Story name: My boyfriend made the switch

My boyfriend was perfect for my college thesis final. He already enjoyed wearing panties 24/7 and nightgowns every night. I think he secretly wants to be a woman, but he never admitted that.

So here are the people in my story…
Me, Cathy, the girlfriend doing my college thesis
My boyfriend of several years - Terry
Sue, my lesbian “friend”. Sue lives across the hall in our apartment complex.

My thesis…

A Sweets Life-Chapter 3

She was torn. What does one wear to their first time shopping as a girl?

“Candy! Are you okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah, Mom! I’ll be down in a few minutes!”

Oh, the heck with it. I’ll just do the denim skirt and a T-shirt, and my wedges. If I’m gonna do this, let’s do it girly!

Decision made, she was dressed quickly, and headed down the stairs.

“Dang, girl, what took so long?” Jenna said, smiling. “Just kidding, sweetheart. I know you’re nervous.”

Falling . . . 3

“Nick!” Izzy yelled sharply as a rock half the size of the car hit the pavement behind us.
More rocks of varying sizes crashed around us as I fought to escape the cascade. Screeching tires wailed in my ears as the smell of burning rubber filled my nostrils. Finally we burst clear then the car shuddered as if a giant had hit it. Metal screamed as granite smashed into Isobel’s side of the Mustang, pushing us towards the far side of the road and the steep, tree strewn cliff below. I had just enough time to grab Izzy’s hand before we plunged over the side, and into the abyss below.