Long before the legendary Empress Maiha Mana Nakatoma took her seat upon the Throne of the human Empire a greater legend was born. The legend of the man called Death, James J. Owens. A legend that grew to mythical proportions. Yet unlike most legends this one held more truth than fantasy. Especially the birth of that legend. A legendary birth in the middle of one battle, in the heart of just one planetary civil war.

Perry Attonasio goes through challenges that reach into her soul; steps of faith that promise to test her beliefs about her life, her faith, and even her sense of self...

Positively Patsy Part 39

In the morning our driver took us into the old town and when we stopped the car was surrounded by children. “Do not get out of the car; they will have your wallets and hand bags in a second. Just wait for my cousins. Just then the second car pulled up behind us and two big guys stepped out and approached our car.

Christine moans as her head feel like it weighed a hundred pounds. Her vision was blurry, and she felt sick to her stomach. She looks around and spots her husband next to her, but they weren’t in their bedroom or on their bed. She notices that both of them were naked as well.

Knock, knock, knock as the door of the room they were in open slowly. A humanoid feline looking girl with short silver hair and dress in a French maid outfit enters. She looked to be no taller than five feet tall and had a nice curvy body.

There is a common misconception among the general public that cheerleaders have it easy. I've been a cheerleader now for close to eighteen months and I can safely say without a shadow of a doubt that these eighteen months have been among the hardest months in my life. One would assume being the little sister of the cheerleading captain, I would have it made. If one would have assumed that then one would have assumed wrong.

Drift Queens - Chapter 2
By Misty Steppes

A double today! Both chapters were almost done, so I figured I might as well push them both out while I have the motivation, short as it may be. This story's plot isn't quite as planned out as the other two, though. Enjoy!

The Stand In
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

A sequel to the Gun Princess Royale. Yanked off the streets of New Angeles by the tenebrous Pantheon organisation, and gifted with a deadly avatar known as a Diva, Nikola 'Sola' Raynar is a Lanfear - a huntress of Bloodliners and Wolvren. When she isn't hunting down the denizens of the night, she's busy finding ways to build up her nest egg for the day of her retirement from Pantheon. But when her rampant greed carries her a little too far, she finds herself in a mess that wasn't entirely of her own making.

For 35yrs the border between the Human Empire and Gorgonzola Empire as remained mostly peaceful. The citizens for the Human Empire of this border region are loyal to the last man, woman, and child to the Empire. It was on one of these worlds that gave birth to a legend. The world of Apollo 6 is one of the harshest worlds within the Empire. One so harsh that only it could claim to be the birth world of James J. Owens, the most feared of Death Dealers. A world that is even now poised to give birth to a new legendary warrior. One who shall be baptized in the blood of the Empire’s enemies. Robert Wolff youngest great grandchild of James Owens’ sister Cecilia Owens.

Rachel was watching the main road that leads into the ranch from her perch. She knew everyone has been placed in their position. She looks through her scope and spot three people walking up the driveway.

“Where the hell did you guys come from?” Rachel knew they weren’t there a few seconds ago.

“Bart, I have two men and one woman walking up the driveway.” She continues to watch them.

“Arabella, send a drone towards that area.” Bart was up on the hill and was looking down towards the main driveway.

Vivienne’s not so good day wasn’t over. At a little after seven that evening the front door bell rang.

As she entered the hallway, Vivienne could see two figures through the frosted glass on the door. It was either someone trying to convert her to their religion or it was her beloved daughters. For once, she really hoped that the former had chosen to try their luck with her rather than her daughters.

If it was the latter then it was to be expected given the virtual deluge of calls and messages that had been sent in her direction since the phone call with her daughter just before Betty's Funeral.