He Shouldn't have teased his sister

By Jasmine Monica

Chapter 13
Serren and Pattenia prepare for battle to become free
Note from the Author. This chapter deals with a lot of old Norse Mythology. And I am using the mythology of the old Norse Gods of as was written of them in the stories. Not the Avengers MCU. Loki is not Thor’s brother. He is Odin’s brother. Hela is not Thor’s older sister. She is Loki’s daughter.

Marjorie said, “We’re dressing my baby brother up as a girl for a party tonight.”

“Not your idea?” Deirdre asked.

I shook my head. “I still don’t remember agreeing to this,” I said.

Wyatt, Gloria, Grace, and Anthony meet in one of the conference rooms on the floor Raven was on. Wyatt looks at everyone gathered at the conference table “we need to stop this assassin. They are going to attack again and the next time they might succeed.”

“So, what do you have in mind?” Anthony looks at Wyatt. He was wondering what they could do to stop the assassin.

“A simple switch and bait trap.” Wyatt figures they need to pull a page from their mother’s playbook.

“Switch and bait? What’s involved in that?”

She Wanted a Daughter
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

My mother had always dreamed of having a daughter, but she had four sons instead. I was her youngest, named Timothy after her father, my grandfather. But she always said that my name was the only male thing about me.

Wendell's mother-in-law knows him better than he knows himself. This is not a story of domination, but of love, nurturing and fulfillment. A good antidote for too much bad news.

Miss Aisle

When you meet the right woman, she’s may well be a Missile aiming for Miss Aisle. And as she walks towards the Groom, she’ll be remembering the sequence ‘Aisle, Altar, Hymn. So what if the congregation hears ' I’ll Alter Him'. You have a choice? One anagram of Evil is Vile – but one can Live again. I'm glad Jane & I got through it.

** Going offline for a week or so while my computer is in drydock. Thanks AP
V sorry - there was a typo even in the heading!!! I hate it when others do that.

Addiction
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“Of course I respect you and your studies,” began Dr Julius Zelig, “But what you are suggesting is contrary to my research and all accepted understanding of this issue.”

“I don’t deny it,” said Dr Gordon Halsey, “But I tell you I have isolated the neurochemical.”

Strumpet – Eng. n. – early term for prostitute. See harlot.

When I look back on my life, so far, I wonder that I am still alive. Even more I wonder how I kept my sanity when all around me was mayhem.

Chapter 23

As soon as Linda had left Stephanie spoke up again. “Marcy, minthe over to the bed right now. We have no more time to wathte. You heard my mommy the doethn’t want to get dithapointed and I thwear if you dithapoint you won’t only have to fear whatever the has in mind.” Stephanie threatened with the crop in hand.

 
A story inspired by Erin's Hired Girl...

 
“Miss Pink? Miss Pink?” my boss called from the inner office.

Finding Julia Chapter 17 [FINAL]

By Julie D Cole

When Eve came back she noticed I was shaking a bit and she asked what was wrong so I told her what we’d been talking about.

‘Did you explain that I told you to walk out.’

‘No I just said we’d chatted and I’d tried to set up a meeting with my boss but he wasn’t available.’

The Rose of Kandahar
A Novelette
By Maryanne Peters

It would be good to say that grit and determination got me through it all, but that could not be further from the truth. I survived by surrender and submission. Surrender and submission and two Afghan traditions that turned strangely to my advantage – Bacha bazi and Pashtunwali. Then later another local tradition known as Shadabi. This is really a story about traditions.

It was the first of September, Mint Schwartzwald's 16th birthday, and like her father before her, she was cut up, leaving home, and following a strangely visible dirt path in the lightless void between universes.

Fortunately, *she* wasn't fleeing monsters, with only a magical staff to her name, and never expecting to return.

Unfortunately, her love life was on a timelimit, she didn't know where she was going, and she didn't know how to return home.

But, she had a path to walk on, a guarantee of safety, and a plan, and that changed everything.

Rafael sat in the wooden chair, barely daring to breath. Just past his 12th birthday, Raf was on that precipice between childhood and maturity. With his knees pressed together, his hands clenched tight, an almost imperceptible tremor of his body and the stark contrast of his wide eyes standing out in bas-relief against his pallor, Raf was more terrified than excited to be participating in the prestigious scholarship program.

Each scholarship specified paired the recipient and the prestigious private school that they must attend. Since Rafael was to attend The Princess Academy, he knew that there had been a mistake because he was a boy and his scholarship would now be revoked.

Chapter 22

Marcy woke up with a loud groan. Sleep had not come easy last night with how horny she had been, the fact that her butt had remained filled up, her sore throat and that chastity cage that seemed to hurt a lot more than it used to. On top of the difficulties falling asleep she was now woken up way too early. She had to since she was supposed to start working at 8 o’clock.

At two weeks into his recovery, Georgia made a startling confession.
Nothing in Mrs. Vendall’s scientific studies could have prepared her for Georgia’s revelation,
but soon her own eyes verified the truth of the matter.

She watched me with sideways glances as she drove. “I like your hat,” she said with dimples. “It suits you. Not many guys would have the nerve to wear it.”

Part 1 - Melrose