A short story...

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

Almost six years ago, Camille Jean Laignaux was kidnapped, ripped from her family, and taken into Mexico to be imprisoned and molded by a monster and a sociopath into a weapon the monster called Mr. Jack will gladly sacrifice and use in order to seek posthumous revenge on his parent’s having abandoned his sister and causing her untimely death. Will Camille’s triumphant return to her loving family be destroyed because her secret is revealed as she is sacrificed on the altar of a madman’s vengeance or will someone be able to stop him in time to save her from a fate worse than death?

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

Liz sighed. She hadn’t seen her grandpa in years, and he really wasn’t in the best of health. She realized she should probably go see him, but she also just really didn’t feel like it. But she finally got around to it. At least one last time before he died. Honestly, she was incredibly selfish and really should have done this before now.

A short story...

Copyright © 2017 by AuP reviner

How will the young husband cope with being a mother? Will he transition into a woman? Have another baby?

So many things have changed over the last two years and a bit. The biggest change, to be honest, has been me, inside and out.

At that time, I was just about to graduate from high school. I did all right, I guess, mostly As and Bs. I got along with others for the most part, but I never really got close to anyone because I had a deep, dark secret I didn't want to tell anyone: I wished that I had been born female.

The Transplant

© 2017 by Nom de Plume

MAN GIVES BIRTH

Sometimes getting even just isn't enough for a supervillain

The Adventures of Dr. Rhino, Supervillain

Revenge!

Office of Joint Chiefs Of Staff
Washington D.C

Time: 0900

“Lt . Col. Jack Arnold reporting as ordered , Sir”

“At ease “ General Marcus Payne replied .

“I need a status report for “Project Golden Bird”.

Jill makes her own way towards transitioning to womanhood but is caught by her parents due to a health scare. The story of Jill's mental and physical transformation continues in this third installment.

After the incidents with Tom and his friend Fred, I decided that I had to be careful. I had acquired a girlfriend and, other than babysitting jobs, I did not appear outside in feminine attire. This was protective camouflage; to the outside world I was just a regular teenage boy.

Rebecca pushed her shoulder into the gap between door and doorway, watching Daniel unpack. She watched as Daniel lifted a heavy box, the muscles in his back tensing and rippling as she watched. He’d removed the white t-shirt he’d worn in, on the pretense of it being a hot day - and the shirt had clung to his skin with sweat, barely able to come off. Slender arms stretching the material tight, in front of his chest. It would have been…. Delicious. If she’d been watching a girl.

"Lily!" Katie yells I can barely hear her, the boat's motor is very loud, I scoot closer to her.

"What?" I ask at a normal volume.

"What were you and Bob talking about?" She asks, eager for the nonexistent juicy details.

"Nothing, I think I overreacted, we both acted normally I think we're friends," I say, hopefully JUST friends.

I look over to Bob. He is standing up, fighting the wind, next to Dad pointing him in the right direction. They look like a father and a son, a much better son than I ever was, or am.

 
Introduction: In a sense there is a connection to this story and several other non-magic stories I’ve written. Two characters from Mike and Ashley show up briefly. They would be Mike and Ashley. This story, Like “Mike and Ashley”, “Discovery”, and “Cynthia and the Queen of Knight” takes its storyline from the work of someone else. In this case, a production by an Italian fellow named Joseph Green. The story is 16 chapters in length plus an epilogue. I’ve done as much tweaking as I can. Any errors are mine and I will gladly accept constructive criticism; as long as you’re nice.

Costa has Anita, Alexa, and Robelia in a very difficult position. His anger towards Anita rises to the top. Anita will be the first to die.

“Mmph…” Jamie moaned as she forced her tired eyes open. A quick glance at the clock made her sigh- it was 5:45am, a time that up until recently, the 26 year old woman would have balked at, especially on a cold, wet Sunday morning in December. However, Jamie didn’t hesitate to swing her smooth, slender legs out of her bed, wrap a warm dressing gown around her shivering body and pad the short distance down the landing towards the reason for her being awake so early.