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Now that the truth has been revealed, Quinn and Ricky have a lot to deal with.
Each has their own struggles as they try to figure out what is best for themselves.
Alex must deal with being outed by a well meaning guest. Christmas continues
to surprise everyone at The Haven. I wanted so badly to have this done by Christmas,
but real life kept getting in the way. Nothing bad - just a lot of things happening
at once. Thank you to everyone who has been following the story!
Now for the Final Act of this story...
After flubbing a powerful incantation, meant to give newly coronated Demon Queens the wisdom of their ancestors, Devilla Satanne awakens to memories of her past life as Jacob Divington, a human from Earth. Having gained a new perspective on life, she quickly comes to a rather horrifying conclusion: she's been a complete and utter brat! No wonder everyone hates her!
And then there's the fact that she's apparently been reincarnated as the villainess of Tower Conquest, a lesbian porn game with a surprisingly intricate plot. One in which the Heroine conquers Dimona Tower, turning Devilla's people against her in the process. In victory, the Heroine brings about a glorious age of peace between demons and humans for the first time in millennia. ...Which actually sounds pretty good for her people, come to think of it. Devilla knows her terrible behavior is beyond forgiveness, but maybe she can still make up for her past mistakes? She just needs to make sure the events of the game unfold correctly. Though there is one little detail she'd like to change - the part where Devilla herself is killed or enslaved!
Lorelei did such a good job on various Hellish problems that she got kicked upstairs. No! Not up THERE, just into the Bureaucracy of Hell. The Big Guy Down Below has a cruel sense of humor.
Oh, Joy.
And now a new problem! Lillith, Queen of Temptresses, Mother of Succubae, has been canned — literally! Jade has her in a canning jar displayed as a trophy.
There's only one thing Lorelei can do. Sit on Lillith's throne to keep peace among the Succubae while moving ahead with Hell's agenda—including maintaining the Truce with Heaven—and figuring out how to get Lillith's pretty butt out of the Can!
“Two people can keep a secret if one of them is dead.” Her father’s voice echoed down the long years and she silently thanked him for that stupid little piece of wisdom while she cursed herself. It was true that she hated him and the things he had put both her and her sister through but it was equally true that she felt grateful to him, grateful that he had taught her the things she needed to know in on order to exact vengeance upon those who had wronged both her and her sister so horribly.
“Umm, could I have your number too?” he asked timidly.
Wow! Rex actually wants my number! This was delicious! Yeah…well… hmmm. I began to ponder whether that was such a good idea or not. I could just imagine my mother answering the phone and being asked to speak to her daughter. No, that was not going to work! I knew in my heart that it would be best if this little charade ended now. It was fun, but seriously dangerous! It was my first kiss, but that was beside the point. I had to be strong!
Rex took that moment of indecision and decided to kiss me again, gently with some rippling of his tongue along my lips. I was stuffing my number into his pocket while he was still kissing me.
‘You look ridiculous’ was the first thought that went through my head as I studied my reflection in the door length mirror. The clothing was nice enough, a pale blue blouse with a small, yellow daisy positioned at the décolletage; a simple black skirt that stopped just below the knees; nude stockings and low-heeled black slingbacks.
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.
This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...
With Grace now deeply embroiled within Lady Melissa Cresswell’s vengeance for Falconer, the truth she sought so deeply concerning her beloved Sarah was once again forced to be sidelined, whilst Celeste’s own secret operation was beginning to take shape, her greed for power forever driving her forward to her ultimate goal.
Silently for years she had worked in the background, her adopted mother always keen to relay her praise for her advancements in the DNA restructuring drugs and technologies she had invented, but Celeste wanted more than praise she wanted Cresswell’s all for herself and nothing was going to stand in her way, however she needed her own pool of subjects for this hidden agenda to maintain its momentum, a pool of resources that when the time came would stand loyally shoulder to shoulder besides her, new stronger acquisitions that were mistakenly sanctioned by her step mother as she cleverly manipulated her into blindly advancing her requests to test her new advancements out on unsuspecting people and for a chosen select of teachers and staff at Feethams High, they were to become those very subjects.
Celeste’s mannequins as she so adequately called them!
To my readers;
The journey has been long and the transformations have been plenty, but now we are coming to the conclusion, Cresswell 4 will now bring the illustrated adventure of Metamorphosis together with the characters from that story, although Metamorphosis is set after the incidents we are about to read in this last adventure of Cresswell’s, some of the characters from the illustrated story will begin to appear here, so a word of note to those who have subscribed to Metamorphosis, further reading here will only unearth one of the mysteries involving the people in Dolan!
Billy’s mind was set at ease, at least a little. The doctor would be able to tell him what’s wrong but what if it came out that Billy was taking hormones? Would the doctor be able to tell? What would he say? What the heck was wrong with Billy?
Please keep in mind most names, and some specific details, have been altered, to limit the amount of Strife within those associated within whom may come in contact with this.
This is the parody story to my poem I am a Girl, please enjoy...
The photos on the internet didn’t do it justice. David pulled over to the side and we got out to look. I was still wet from the rain, but I paid little attention as I took in the beautiful scene before me....
I sat there all nervous. I asked Cathy if she thought it wise to change my voice. Would they ever be able to return my voice to my man's voice? She reached over and gave me a big kiss and said, "Terri, don't worry about any of that. This will so complete you and give you a real sense of being a woman. Plus you won't have to be shy in talking with people anymore, you can jump right into all the girly gossip."
Terri's Vengeance
Chapter 1
By Stanman63 Edited By Nora Adrienne
Synopsis: Terry was a loving father until a drunkard took away his family. In his quest for justice and revenge, Terry rediscovers a secret dream that leads him into a new life and love.
The formerly co-ed basketball team could clinch a trophy if they had one more star-quality player, now that they've gone all-girl. The league office thinks that 'Harper' is a girl's name. The coach has a marvelous idea. It would require a little roleplaying, but Harper's not convinced. Someone might find out his secret....
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