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Home of 3000+ chapters of Easy as Falling off a Bike by Angharad and many other stories.
Guy Tregaskis stepped onto the porch of the large suburban home and paused for a moment to feel its force. He considered that all homes with any age carry a force, made up of the people who built it and the people who occupied it, and perhaps even those who occupied the land before the house was built.
Turning away from the door, I caught sight of myself in the cheval mirror I'd set up near the sofa. It showed me as I truly am; a petite young woman with long blond hair and full, crimson lips. How could I explain this, account for my sudden metamorphosis? In all the months since I had come to live with her, Aunt Cathy had never seen me as my real self. She would never understand: very few people could, even in this day and age. I've never truly understood it myself....
Sayen wakes up the next morning before her alarm clock goes off, which for her is a miracle in itself. She gets out of bed and begins to get dress. Sayen hears her mother getting up and moving around in her bedroom. She looks over toward her big sister’s bed and notice that she didn’t come home last night. Sayen quickly gets dress and heads into the kitchen to make morning breakfast for everyone.
Yeah, only one chapter this week. I have started another story and spent a lot of time on it. I promise to keep this one going. We are just getting close to where we go overseas: Dawn
Mark had just about time to put his dildo down before the door to his room opened. His hand was still wrapped around the base, and well there was no real way he could ever hide anything of what had been going on. He was caught red-handed and could only really look at his girlfriend, or rather his ex-girlfriend in horror. After all, why else than to officially dump him would she be here.
It had been three weeks since that night, so far the confirmed number of those who have changed have stablized around seven hundred and forty thousand plus or minus a few.
Sister Magdalena, a.k.a. Angelic DeMarco, finds evidence of more than just illegal art trade while recovering a stolen painting in the home of a known criminal. Her investigation leds to the US and a very problematic situation with the US Department of Justice.
by Snowfall and Jessie Wolf.
Dedicated to the men and women of the US Marshal Service.
Edited by my husband Paul, and AJC Snowfall.
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This is a work of fiction an any persons in this work are purely fictional.
I know that I have an affliction. I am, after all, a man of science. A physician. A surgeon, and a good one. I know that my urges are abnormal, even aberrant. But urges, by their very nature, do not allow for control by logic.
This is the final Chapter, What will become of Robin and Charlie, Glenda and Edward, and more importantly, will they catch the Essex Slasher? The Special Investigation Team's hard work has paid off and they know who the Slasher is... they just have to prove it.
The weekend passed all too quickly and all too soon we were eating breakfast before having to go back to classes. It was at this time though that a flock of owls flew in delivering mail. It was emotionally difficult for me, knowing there wasn't anyone outside the school that would even consider sending me anything, so I was very surprised when an owl dropped a rolled up parchment in front of me. Seeing the other kids give owls some food off their plates, I followed suit and parted with one of my strips of bacon.
A Marvel X-Men Fanfiction starring Wolverine and Jean Grey
Fortune finds us at the fourteenth issue with Logan trying to reenter life and put the horrible events of the last mission behind her. But is she acting rashly, or just foolish to think that events will be so easily put aside? There is still much for the Uncanny X-Men to deal with in the aftermath and that is without turning an eye towards Magneto. Sabretooth’s manipulation and assault left Logan horrified at what he nearly turned her into, but just because she escaped that particular fate, is she any less altered?
Poor Leon.
He wasn't supposed to be the protagonist of this story.
His rebirth in a new world was meant for someone else.
Can he still make it?
Step into the spot of the heroine that this new world needs?
A cryogenic experiment, A brave volunteer starts to dream about being the opposite sex. Is it malfunctioning equipment or intentional or something entirely different all together.
“We can sell it as a retirement package,” Carson said. “An
eighty-year-old man might think it’s worth the... inconvenience of
becoming a woman if he can be forty again.”
After my mom and I were able to calm down we sat down in the kitchen and talked about what just happened. My family discusses these kinds of things and does not let them fester and create more pain or problems.
“Mom, I am sorry for my reaction. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” I assured her.
“Honey, that is okay. I think I overreacted too. I just wanted to protect my baby girl.” she told me, looking a bit upset still while holding my hand for a minute.
“I understand. I promise I will be more careful.” I told her while squeezing her hand.
Theresa and Therese were conjoined twins of two natures. Jermor the midwife considered easing their passing was the appropriate action to take, but Cwm and Lunebeam wouldn’t hear of it, and it was Cwm’s decision to make.
CASTLE THE SERIES – 00117020
ZEEËEND, ZRINA AND ZLOVAN FOUND AUROCHS WATCH
Zrina, Zeeëend and Zlovan were triplets, female, of two natures and male respectively. They were also agreäns in a marriage of three. The Valley of Aurochs they discovered and settled in was a truly awe inspiring sight.
CASTLE THE SERIES – 00118010
WELL COME HOME SON
Meld said to Frogbit that night in bed, “It looks as if we’re in for an interesting few tenners, my love.”
CASTLE THE SERIES – 00122010
COUNCIL MEETING
"Nettle was telt Tarse had been stabt through the heart in his bed."
Raven was escorted out to the courtroom by the deputy sheriff. She glances over towards Dr. Heath. Memories of what he did to her came back as if it was yesterday. She notices that there were several guards there from the prison and the warden himself.
She places her hand on the bible and raises her hand "I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give will be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth."
“Please sit down, Mrs. Mondragon.” The Judge looks at Raven.
“Yes, ma’am.” Raven sits down in the witness chair.
Charlies relationship with Robin becomes serious and she takes up an offer of more gainful employment. At a dinner party at Glenda's Charlie meets a journalist who wants to write Charlie's story and publish it. Meanwhile the Essex Slasher is still looking for Flaming Girls to quench his desires.
He thought that she looked athletic. She was clearly the biggest woman in the room, but there was no belly on her. Her cocktail dress clung to her curves showing her perfect breasts and her ample but tight, butt. Her long dark hair hung down her back clipped away from her perfectly made up face by a single clip with a flower on it. She wore no jewellery. Her skin was golden. He was unsure of her ethnicity. The hair was straight and swung about her as she moved. She was a vision.
Angelique is back. Along with assorted ancient gods and goddesses, a plot to unseat Lucifer from the throne of Hell, and a lot of other fascinating things. She always seems to get the 'interesting' jobs.
Dennis is a stunt man, er... boy, er... young adult. Being of slight build, although muscular, he didn’t get into sports when in middle and high school. No, he was far too deeply involved in the motion picture business by then. It all began when he was less than a year old and snowballed from there.
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