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Princess Alexandria Alessi’s life has turned upside down in the blink of an eye. Only a few days ago, she was enjoying a clandestine summer shopping with her best friend at the local mall. Coming home, she was alarmed to discover her mom was there, and her secret of being transgender was suddenly no longer secret! Within a few short hours, her life became like a movie as she discovered that her long-lost father was the Crown Prince of Osané, a small, secluded island nation. Alexandria was immediately thrust into the spotlight in a whirlwind weekend that led to a Monday press conference to announce her royal lineage.
Royal Performer is the second Tiffany Shar's 'Suddenly Royal' series.
‘Damn, it had been a hard week!’ reflected Rhiannon as she walked through the shopping mall. Dawn had trouble with one of the detainees escaping and Rhiannon had to chase him down and punish the fool.
In addition, she was just plain horny! Transforming those who deserve it, into something that breaks their spirit, while teaching them the error of their ways is just pure sexy fun! Nevertheless, often she cannot participate in the frantic sex since that might not produce the results she was after.
Roberta leaned her back against the wall of the hallway. It was several seconds before she realised that she’d been holding her breath for what seemed an eternity.
Chris and his little cousin Lydia, now stuck in each other’s bodies, struggle to deal with the change. And Chris soon learns that the super-powered dangers of Faraday City look a lot more menacing from the perspective of a defenseless young girl!
This story is the direct continuation of my previous posting of the novel "The Wounded World." It is actually the second part of a single super novel. Sir Lukasz, aka Eden Blake, aka Mantra, has had a hair-raising adventure that seems to have occurred all in her mind over the period of a few minutes. She has taken Eden Blake's children home and put them to bed. But a few minutes later she has a knock on the door. When she sees who is there, she is very surprised. She's about to go off on a new adventure that will make the last one seem like a piece of cake.
Charles is now at Jane's Winsome Girls' School for Wayward Boys. He has volunteered to become one of Jane's girls to help Jane not only clear his name but to help Francis. He has a lot to learn about being a girl in a short amount of time, as Toby Camber is arriving at the school in a weeks time. Something else occurs that Charles wasn't expecting, he learns something else about himself while being Charlotte.
This is a longer version of a story that I posted a few weeks ago. It also incorporates suggestions from two of BC’s finest writers, Angela Rasch (Jill MI) and Emma Anne Tate, who have both really helped me to improve it.
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!
Dad and I were nice guys. The kind of men who just want to please the people they love. What is wrong with that?
Mom and older my sisters were strong women. Mom always said that she knew what she wanted and that was to marry a man who adored her and would do anything for her. That would be Dad. She said that I was a chip off the old block and just like Dad, but I think that disappointed her. She wanted me to be more like her.
Life Seems to Suck Sometimes (Part 1)
By Sabrina G. Langton
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Hmmm... let's see... we seem to have a little bit of an epic here. Something that I have been saving for quite a while. Lotsa sex, high heels, day drinking, speeding, and of course a little bit of music. (But not until the end.) I am quite proud of this story, but I have to publish it so I stop futzing, ha... oh, and I so hope YOU like it...
Daniil is woken up and sputters as cold water is thrown at him slides down his face. Standing before him, was an old lady. He notices that he is tied to a strong wooden chair, sitting on a large plastic tarp.
Clair noticed that the man Ayla was awake and looking at her. A smile appears on her face. “Oh, good, you’re awake. Who are you?”
Daniil keeps his mouth shut as he looks at the old woman. He wanted to see what she was going to do to make him talk.
How did I get here? I was lying in an alleyway, weak, cold, taking my final labored breaths with my killer standing over me. He was watching me with that blank stare, his mouth stained red with my blood.
Even as I lay there unable to move, I remember feeling angry, so very angry. It's funny what stays with you in those last moments. For most it's fear, for a lucky few it's acceptance and serenity. For me, it was rage.
I replayed the events in my head thinking if there was anything I could have done differently to avoid the sad, pathetic state I was currently in.
You’ve all heard the descriptions of different types of men. There are boob men, leg men, bum men, some that love tiny waists, pretty feet, even different hair lengths. Me, well, I was truly attracted to hems. It didn’t matter if they were on long, short, or mid leg skirts. It didn’t matter if they were on shorts. I didn’t consider hems on jeans or slacks as true hems worthy of my attention unless they were on those very wide legs.
Life is hard, let’s face it. A dead end job, a junky old car, taxes, angry neighbors. Don’t you want to get away from it all? I certainly do. That’s why I made a wish.
“I don’t want to deal with this anymore,” I said to the shimmering light before me. Around me, insects buzzed. Not in the annoying way they often do, but almost in a musical way. “I don’t care what you do, and I don’t care what consequences there are: just change everything. I can’t take it anymore…”
At
Hamalbek the illness of the mystery man suddenly presents a problem.
Is everybody else in the camp at risk? Ursula and the other healers
struggle to find an answer with only their own experiences as a guide. Then
there is a comment from an unexpected source...
A story of Agony Aunts ...and an Agony Uncle (part 2)
[The first part of "Dear Molly" was a complete story which moved forward thirty years at the end, but comments from more than one reader made me realise that it might be fun to explore those intervening years, and find out whether Emma's public appearances were really over as she had said.]
In the bustling big city, where ambition and power reign supreme, “Secretary” weaves a tale of corruption, feminization, and domination. At its center is Irina, a formidable businesswoman with a penchant for control, who orchestrates a hypnotic journey of feminization for her unsuspecting employee, Alex.
Craving recognition for his exploits as Prodigious Girl, Chris makes a terrible blunder that unknowingly draws both him and his young cousin into a deadly trap set by the body swapping villain!
Sorry about the delay. I haven’t been able to get to the site for several days, with the message URL Not found. Chapter 10
We arranged a date for the signing on a day the banks would be open. Then we left again, while Geraldine took a very confused Judy by the hand to lead her into the inner sanctum, to meet, I expect two women that she had never spoken to before.
With Dr. Grace assuaging Allison’s fear about the pain she found herself in, after the feminising medication, Allison is mostly content with the pain pills managing the soreness. Everything with her new tobacco job for One is on hold, for the moment, while she recovers. And she’s had lunch, needing to eat well to fuel the changes her body is going through. But she doesn’t know what else to do; what she can do.
What exactly do women, with no employment, and no ability—at least usually—to drink and dine out on fancy meals, actually occupy their days with? At least Allison has Angie to keep her company. The question is will Angie ever stop eating the mountain of food she bought with the effects of the tasting smoke still lingering? Will they ever get to the library she mentioned? Why even read fiction? And will men continue to bother the woman who’s been told she needs to walk the station, for the sake of her health?
It's a chilly autumn evening in Gardiner, Maine. The sky is a deep shade of indigo, scattered with a few fleeting clouds. The air carries a hint of wood smoke and leaves crunching beneath feet. I'm standing on the fifty-yard line of Gardiner High School's football field, my hands thrust deep into the pockets of my worn leather jacket. My breath forms little white puffs in front of me, dissipating slowly into the crisp air. The lights of the stadium bathe me in a warm glow, casting long shadows across the grass.
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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