Once she had slaked her lust for her list tick, I whispered in her ear, “Something else for you round the corner, love”

Neil led the way again, back across the wall and then traversing the hillside towards the crags between the dark waters of the lough and the crags of the Whin Sill below the Wall, and Maz’ smile became a grin as I took her hand once again.

“When we went out to Statham’s that first time, and I asked what the rock was, and then said I was familiar with it?”

“That you’d climbed on it before? This is the place, isn’t it?”

LC simply looked confused, but it was our son’s turn to help, Ish calling out, “When I was very little, I had a stuffed rabbit”

“What’s a rabbit?”

Moments like that cut me, for each was a reminder of how much of our child’s life had been stolen by those bastards, along with that of my wife. Ish was still on point, though.

“It’s a little animal, Carolyn. We’ll show you some real ones, but mine was a toy, like your bear, for cuddling. Another name for a rabbits is ‘Bunny,’ and because I was very little, I called mine Bunbun”

“Have you still got it?”

Our first morning in the UK was brighter, a communal breakfast taken in the conservatory and garden, bunkhouse style in the way everyone clubbed together. I still felt like shit, my usual reaction to long haul flights, but Maz and I had been woken by our daughter at about seven, Maz pretending to be asleep even after a prod from the girl. I understood why when LC finally turned to me for permission.

“Dad?”

“Yes, love?”

The slightest of twitches from her, and then that surge of confidence, or maybe hope, that warmed my heart.

“Can I play with the dogs again?”

I bolted from the scene, propelled not by a plan but by sheer instinct, my heart hammering in my chest. One moment, I was immersed in a discussion with a client about the intricacies of investment portfolios, dissecting market trends over carefully plated teriyaki salmon. The next, chaos erupted—a steel blade sliced through my meal, sending chunks of fish and grains of rice flying across the table like the aftermath of a violent crime. The clinking of silverware ceased abruptly, and my drink cascaded over my lap, a sticky reminder of the tumult around me.

Jesus Calls O'er The Tumult
By
Recca Anna Coleman
A Daisy Isabella Potter Special
Chapter Two of Thee

The traditional attire for young women, often ages twelve to eighteen who are to be confirmed into the Episcopal Church is a pearl white, floor length gown with long sleeves and white gloves. Their hair is often worn down, and a matching white bridal veil is placed on their forehead. Make-up if allowed is the bare minimum.

We revisit an old story and get back tot he action of the Twins long after their time at Whateley

I have to ask for some input....what to do next when they go to the CIA headquarters?

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Jesus Calls Us O'er The Tumult
By
Rebecca Anna Coleman
A Daisy Isabella Potter Special
Chapter One of Three

I was christened James Alexander Bell one cold, frosty morning in February in the historical Episcopal Church of St. Katherine's. Thirteen years later I was confirmed in the same church. Now, I go by the name of Daisy Isabella Potter. Sometimes after turning thirteen I started to think God might have made a mistake that I should have been born a girl instead of a boy.

Josette's ongoing situations, both in school and after school, are more than she can handle. Wishing to keep the good things while losing the bad ones, she starts thinking about cutting the Gordian Knot and doing something desperate. But will that desperate act fix her difficulties or make them worse?

Chapter 32: Morning Light

The world emerged slowly from the haze of dreams, enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and the gentle rhythm of steady breaths.

Sapphire stirred beneath the velvety embrace of a blanket, her cheek nestled against the inviting curve of Yuqi’s shoulder. The soft, melodic pulse of her mate’s heartbeat resonated in her ear, wrapping her in a profound sense of comfort that felt entirely new. She felt safe. Wanted. Cherished.

Destiny's Serendipity

Episode Nineteen: Race Against Time

A Thriller - Romance - Transgender Serial

From the Limoxian Universe

By Jo Dora Webster

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Destiny's Serendipity

Episode Eighteen: The Airship Modification

A Thriller - Romance - Transgender Serial

From the Limoxian Universe

By Jo Dora Webster

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Candice was most definitely channelling Fluffy, without the slightest hint of Blonde.

“What it is, Mike, is we talk you through it, and I type it up as we go, so I might stop and start you several times. We then read it through a few times, and you’d be surprised what can pop out of the back of your mind”

“Why didn’t the Malaysians do this?”

“Having read the paperwork, I suspect it was due to a lack of any shits available for giving. Hang on: Lexie, am I down to do Fluffy or Fang?”

“Fluffy, I believe”

Candice smiled once again.

Chapter Two – Cinderella

High School senior Alexandra Plessy is no longer the ugly duckling at school and she makes an uneasy truce with The Karens. She decides to continue to keep her gender identity a secret which wouldn't be a problem except that she is slowly falling for Mitch Bellingham who has rescued her twice when she has been in trouble with The Karens. She agonizes over whether to tell him the truth or withhold that part of her life from him, even as their relationship becomes steamy. Then there is Uncle Miles to deal with.

“Ah. Do tell”

“Prospective Deform councillor?”

“That’s him”

“Well, I traced his Bookface and Twix accounts, and then I redacted the identifying stuff, and took the results to our local experts for assessment. Um, Debbie and Marlene”

“What did they say?”

He didn’t actually turn pale, but his face clearly wanted to.

Chronicles of Ashley Elizabeth Fisherman
Northern Flags in Southwinds Flutter
-5-
Could today be my last day on Earth? 
My body felt like it was on fire. As I lay flat on my back, I saw neon colored dinosaurs floating around my head. The air inside the tent was hot and humid. I was glad to be rid of my heavy, woolen, uniform with its big brass buttons. And that heavy musket.