A Short Story

Coates took another sip of coffee before going out and returning with Kia Bennett. She introduced her to Akiona and

When Vivian revealed her face, Cecilia had taken in every inch of it. It didn't show on her, but she was still scanning her old muse. Her old lover. Her old slut. Sure, they'd done rough things, and played around with punishment, but Cecilia had always been careful. She probably would always be so, but there was something else inside of her now, that weren't there back then. An aggressive obsessiveness, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to wrestle free of. She'd lost Vivian, when she'd needed her the most. She wasn't going to let that happen again. She couldn't. A part of her realized then, just how much she needed Vivian. How much she loved her. That love was still there. Only the trust was still stained. Tainted. But trust could be

As expected, when Tom opened his locker the following morning, he found a note from Tyrell. Typed on a ripped piece of paper, the instructions were clear yet concise.

The muttered epitet escaped FBI Special Agent Carter's lips, and whisked through the cold night air as he stared down at the corpse. Despite his hopes when the call had come in, there was no doubt.

JOHANNA’S AX SLICED INTO the floor beneath her and she breathed in heavily, smirking menacingly at a slightly shocked Katniss and Peeta, who had just entered the training room. Reeve sat on the steps that led up to the platform that Johanna practiced on.

Phenix stood in front of the closed door, his heart pounding and his fist ready to do the same to the heavy, whitewashed, wood panel. Damn the Archaeans to hell! Why wouldn’t they let him wrap up this ludicrous contract in the way he usually did, a simple tag-and-bag transaction. Boom! Pay up.

Maggie was out of town for the next two weeks at a law enforcement conference across the country.

“What do we have to do Austin? What’s this business all about? I wanna court Ms. Ellis and your interrupting me. Some friend you are. Can’t even let an Ol’ man have some fun.” Jess said. “We do have business Jess. If you’ll remember, last night we had a hell of a camp fire and somebody’s gonna be asken’ where the Wilson brother’s bodies are. We’re gonna have a talk with the Sheriff. Then we’re gonna give our ladies some special treatment.” “Oh, now that’s different. I knew you liked Lena.” Jess said as he slapped Austin’s shoulder. “I don’t and what do you mean like Lena? Besides those aren’t the ladies I’m speaking of. I mean Madame and Twighlight. Remember?” “Oh yeah, of course. I knew that.” Jess said. Then mumbling to

Jon was moving his room upstairs. Sure, it would be a smaller room, but still. He couldn’t deal with the two alphas in this house. Mainly when they were in rut, the grinding and growling from the two downstairs was distracting when he was trying to practice his violin, and not feeling weird and rutting against his own pillows, confused as he acted like he was in his heat with no other signs of being in heat. (-- removed HTML --)

Nikki’s foot kicked the railing to the walk-in clinic. One hour of waiting for a spot and they still made her family from the north wait.

His relationship with Hazel was finally going somewhere, and he couldn’t be happier. It might even be better than winning this week’s tournament. And that meant a lot, considering what Beyblade meant to Shu. The shock had worn off, and today he felt more energetic and motivated than ever before. His next match, the semifinals, were tomorrow. He was facing off against Orochi Ginba and his Omni Odax. He wouldn’t forget the promise he made to Valt. They would meet in the finals no matter what. Nothing could stand in the way of Shu when he made a promise, and that was final.

"Yawn" Joe yawns while rolling his eyes. "This is fucking boring why are we doing this?" Joe whispers to Pete; Pete shrugs.

Well I don’t like my job, and I don’t know weather or not I should quit my job.

Pointing at Adam and Ben, “You both swore ‘She’s lying Pa. We didn’t put spiders on her.’

For the better part of the following hour, they asked Aida and me about our swinging experiences, which we both candidly explained to them. They listened with fascination, as we regaled them with our stories of marathon sex, some fabulous couples, other disastrous evenings and some spectacular parties. Even Jenny had grown quite interested in our experiences with three and four couples participating. The conversation held a visible hold over both Keith and me, Aida was the first to notice my cock beginning to stir. She started to use her hand to stimulate me and as