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Eighteen year old Paul is asked to help his mother with a sewing project. Everyone
knew that Paul bore a strong resemblance to his grandmother when she was young, but
when he lets his hair down and becomes his mom's dress model, they realize that he
truly was made in her Spit and Image.
Giving in to money concerns and under pressure from his wife to help them better their
financial situation, Parker considers moving from being a waiter to a more lucrative
career in Waitressing. Soon, though, things are moving much faster than he'd expected
and he feels his old self slipping away. His reinvigorated sex life with Olivia, though,
inspires him to press onward.
I don't know if this chapter warrants an X rating or not, but it is certainly the most graphic
story I have ever written.
Harry Grant at 25 fell victim to the international criminal, Ron Simon, AKA the Switcher. Poor Harry had been mind-swapped with an old man of 65. Forty years of his life stolen in a moment…
I was sitting in my alleyway feeling sorry for myself. Despite these negative thoughts that I just couldn't push away, I was still very aware of my surroundings. When you have been a war zone, some part of you never quite believes that you have left. Surprises had made me react instinctively and violently which is why I was in this alleyway and away from anyone I could hurt accidentally.
Charlie is a transvestite prostitute working the streets of Chelmsford in 1975. She is a sweet girl made hard by life on the streets. Charlie is also unlucky enough to become a 'Flaming Girl'. This is part-one of a six-part thriller following Charlie as she helps the police chase down the man who desires the Flaming Girls so much so that he must possess their very being.
A bit late on this one. I am hoping to keep up at two per week, but stuff keeps happening: Dawn
Stone
Chapter 54 – Mariner’s school
The ship finally reached port the following day and was able to land at WestPort on the morning incoming tide. They had been present for the outgoing tide and saw no less than five whalers leaving port: the whaling season was on again.
Victoria and Cecilia are two best friends plagued by bullies. Victoria wants to protect Cecilia but she cant, there are too many witnesses. However, even in the darkest of times true love can blossom as long as you have patience.
The same accident that caused the loss of his leg at age six also stimulated the latent genetics that ran in his family to trigger a mutation. Although becoming one of the ‘exo-humans’ the government monitored would prove to be the least of his worries once he stumbled upon his family’s secret.
Most of the day goes by pretty quietly. Sayen manages to take inventory and restock the shelves without to much interruption, which she enjoys. Especially setting up a new display for some products they had just gotten in. While she was busy setting up the display and stocking it. Sayen didn’t hear the approach of some guys behind her.
“Well, well, fellows who do we have here, on her hands and knee’s? The white chick that thinks she is an Indian.” As, a tall long black hair fellow with a scar running down the left side of his face glances at Sayen.
I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to get a message from the dean when I went to my morning class. The professor excused me with a smile and wished me good luck - a summons from the Dean usually meant you would need all the luck you could find.
None of the three teams had an easy time. The one handling the civilians had to be careful not to hurt anyone, at least seriously. Those hunting the aliens had to avoid the humans the creatures had dominated into protecting them, or else deal with the innocent people a gently as possible, while trying to find their targets.
Aiding the latter two groups were two factors; the continuing updates from the microprobes and Runner.
Even before I opened my eyes, I knew that it was my mother hugging me. She had that lovely ‘Mum’ smell, a trace of perfume and that indefinable trace of something else that was unique to Mum.
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.
~o~O~o~
This is a work of fiction an any persons in this work are purely fictional.
... “Are you saying our attorney’s office missed something?”
“Yes they did. They missed very much in fact. To yours and Miss Curtis’s misfortune... Let me explain.... It’s thought to be rare but with advances in research it's starting to be believed more common than historical records suggest.”
Robert holds his hand up to interject, “So your argument is saying the evidence suggests that Shelby is an aberration?”
The summer sun was rising as Luke stood on the cove looking towards the ocean next to his cousin Sam. Even with the bearer of the new day coming up from behind them instead of coming from the sea, the landscape was still breathtaking to Luke. The waves looked bigger, the water looked bluer, the sand was finer than the other beach Luke was at. Even with the beach being what Luke would consider paradise, this felt more like home than the other one. With how much Luke felt at one with the place, he did not even pay attention to the group of about 15 kids in the corner of his sight.
Scald-Crow 1: The Rocky Road To Whateley
A Whatelye Academy Tale
by:
ShadowedSin
High School is a living hell for Padraig, and his life is only made worse by bullying.
One night a powerful spirit offers him a deal, and his life is changed forever.
In a world where Superheroes and Villains are the norm, and mutants are hated by most of the populace
life get's complicated fast for our young hero.
While Mark was going through his night time ritual and sleeping Lisa was at CC’s getting licked to orgasm after orgasm by Stephanie. The more she learned about sissies the more she knew it was what she had always wanted. She had never been with a such a pretty girly girl like Stephanie, and definitely never with anyone who was that good with a tongue. The though of it being a guy who was locked up and frustrated was even better.
Severus Snape let out a sigh as he thought of what to do. Getting a report of students dueling isn't unexpected, but for it to be this soon and amongst first years no less. Even more confusing is how a girl raised by muggles could take out a trio of wizards by herself.
On the personal front, things were moving along, too. Doug and Sandra returned looking tanned and relaxed. Doug was a chemist who Sandra had met at a professional conference. He had done some of the work on the materials they used in the medical business, and things had just clicked. He worked for one of the big names in that business (no, I won't name names!) and after almost twenty years without a partner Sandra had fallen - big time. For that matter, so had Doug.
Kim felt the universe shifting around him, the barriers of reality dissolving like mist before the sun. More than that, he felt his body melt and run inside its skin. Long blond hair swept down past his shoulders, unrolling like a platinum curtain. He was changing, altering. His clothes faded from his limbs as the transformation took effect. Looking down, he had a blurred image of naked flesh morphing between genders...
5,4,3,2,1 We have lift off.
Not Miss King again.
Naainish is doing better.
Publish the textbook?
I'm as nervous as hell! ~o~O~o~ Not an interview too!? ~o~O~o~ Doctor, you need to open your eyes. ~o~O~o~ To tell Ajie? Or not to tell Ajie? ~o~O~o~ This late-night stuff has to stop.
In which Ken and Marnie have a confrontation, Femi needs calming down, Milo finds out more from Esther, Marnie and Sonya go to a party, and the Boardstock Trials begin.
“Marnie,” said Sonya quietly, “Meet Barbie and Ken...”
I would like to thank my beta readers and editors, Monica Rose, Xtrim, Blurred_Edge and Pingu for their input and help. I'd also like to thank all of you for giving me a place to share my efforts. Last but not least, I want to thank my Muse, Dani.
Shelby is in that half state between sleep and awake. ... In this fog she is vaguely but happily aware of the warmth of the body and not quite rhythmic breathing of the young man whose arms she is curled up in.
Suddenly, brazenly, her contentment is invaded by the stark light of the morning sun.
He didn’t dare go through it himself. He’d seen how Devi grew into a
ten-year-old boy and Sashtun aged into a woman into her forties; if he
went through, he could be well over a hundred, too feeble to walk back
through under his — or her — own power, and prone to dying of old age
at any moment.
Yet more drama ensues as Cathy goes about her everyday life.
While she manages to avoid unwanted attentions at the university and narrowly escapes a dangerous driver, she is not so fortunate when it comes to an attacker who has a grudge against cyclists.
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