Everyone has a story, but unfortunately for Bryan, his is written in blood. This story takes place in the Whateley Universe, second generation..

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Prime Time

A Story Of The Star Wars

By

E. E. Nalley

The skies over Mos Espa are a nightmare of unregulated visual flight rules traffic.

Whoops 3 - But Not All Mistakes Turn Out Bad

This the final chapter in Phil's, now Phyllis', life. What do you do when your life has been turned upside down? How do you come to terms with who you are when the world can only see who you are now?

It is suggested that you read 'Whoops' and 'Whoops - Payback Is A Bitch' to understand what this story is about.

The Ambassador’s Wife – Conclusion.
by
Angharad
I couldn’t believe it, here I was once again in the ambassador’s bedroom being stripped of my clothing by his ravishing wife. Unfortunately, they were her clothes after I’d played her in a decoy to try and draw fire from the embassy in which she was hiding.

“I’ve never seen a young man with so thin a body,” she said assessing me.

“It’s me mum’s fault, all her family are skinny, Ma’am, an’ I s’pose I take after her.”

“Hence you were able to wear my clothes.”

A Bun in the Oven.

by

Angharad

Ever since the various television stations had started crossing so called reality programmes with competitions, it appeared that those who enjoy such things couldn’t get enough to sate their addiction.

“I could not ask you… I am too damaged. I have never... Never even had a friend, really. I do not deal with people well. The therapists tell me I will learn but I have never managed to reach out.”

“I think I have to contradict you on that one Kadijah. You reached out to me, just now.” He reached over to touch my forehead with the inside of his wrist and I flinched away for a moment before allowing it.

“You’ve warmed up enough to sit in front of the fire.” He reached over and popped the lever to drain the tub and grabbed a huge fluffy towel.

the year is 2292 I had just finish Junior high in Iowa I was soon starting high school as a freshman in my life was going to change a lot now have selections and my fate will be soon decided my friends and I are average guys we get bullied a lot but things are going to change for some of us my name is Lance I am 15ys old from day 1 at school my life is going to change for me

Life on Amazonia Earth under Amazon control (part 2)

"Fools Rush into the Gym"
a Short Story by Layne Smyth

Porter is a young man who is asked by a beautiful young woman to help out at a local gym, and he simply can't refuse her. Soon he is inundated with the site of dozens of beautiful women working out which causes him to sign up for a very special program without paying any attention to the consequences.

Author's Note:
This is my first story, and I wanted to thank TGTrinity for helping with the formatting and pointing me towards Canva.com which has an incredible free tool set for making ebook covers. I hope you enjoy reading it!

The third story in "The Gentleman's Bar" series.

Three serial rapists enter the bar. Only one emerges unscathed.

This is a very dark story as it contains rape. So read with caution.

This is my first story, an I'm not really sure how fast I will put the chapters out. I have tried publishing a story on this website before, but just got a serious case of writers block for it. This one shouldn't have the same problem, it's a take on the main character being exactly like me with my life, with some fictional elements implemented (probably after chapter 2) to make it more interesting. Hope you enjoy and please cut me some slack.

SUMMARY:
Xavier was a boy that everyone assumed was happy, but if only they could see into his mind. The things that go on there, the adventures had, the accomplishments he has made, and there in that fantasy world of his mind, he has the body and life he is truly happy with. It's not real, any of it though. Or is it?

“Of course it doesn’t… it shouldn’t. You left a part of yourself in that godforsaken place… same as I did.”

He scrubbed his palm over a bristly scalp, leaving no noticeable trace. “That shit never goes away elltee… You already know that. The physical discomfort reminds you of the horror show in your mind…” he trailed off into silence, staring at the floor while he wrestled with his own demons.

“You question yourself every time you step on your stump… even if it doesn’t hurt right then you always ask yourself just how you managed to fuck up that badly…”

"The Collector"
a Timber Grove Story
by Trinity

Reggie is a skinny nerd in his thirties who is presented with an incredible opportunity: Transform into an irresistible woman and steal the sexual energy of three men. Reggie reluctantly agrees and sets out seducing men left and right, before he meets a young man that makes him question what he (or she) is doing.

Author's Note:
This is the tenth story set in the "Timber Grove" series, but it is a stand alone story that you can follow without having read any other stories in the series. This story is a little backwards than others I've written as it starts off as a sexy romp before turning into something sweeter.

Story Themes:
Romance
Multiple Changes
Age Regression
Magical Transformation

The scene: The Home That Love Built.
The players: Cathilynn and Sam.

“I just don't know Sam.” Cathilynn said confusedly. “I mean, Sara deserves justice for what was done to her, and I DO want those who are responsible to be punished, but how far is TOO far? Do I want them dead? Do I want them punished under the law? Is the law capable of doing what needs to be done? Oh Sam! I am SO torn about all this!”

*Before…

He does the whole after you arm thing and I swallow and go leading him to the office my head still really after the whole miss thing and we just clear our first hall when I hear Elizabitch say.
“Miss!? Dude’s not a girl he’s a faggot! You might want to ask someone else?”
Greyson looks at her and he stops and lifts his foot and stares at the bottom of his shoe. “Wow…that was so hate filled and small minded and bigoted that I actually felt like I stepped in something.”
He’s staring at her with this unmasked look of contempt and Elizabeth looks shocked like someone slapped her.
He moves and looks at me. “I’m not putting you out of your way am I?”
I swallow. “Uhm…no…no this really, really isn’t that big a deal.”
He smiles and I feel it.
Like the whole butterflies thing from those guys and stuff that happened at the rink that time.
And I feel breathless too.
I blush and that actually makes him smile more and I look down and cough before looking back up at him.
“Okay it’s like this way.”
“Cool.”
Yep…he kinda is.
He called me miss.
And he hasn’t like apologized for it or anything either.
I don’t know what to do about that or say but…
Maybe, maybe I don’t want to.
I kind of want to like bask in this…just for a while please?

*And Now…