A Short Story

As if on cue, the pest that had been knocked from its spot on Taylor’s began frantically fluttering around the room. We all screamed like the grim reaper had come for us.

A FRANTIC banging awoke the mare from her peaceful slumber, eliciting a great yawn as she raised her muzzle slowly up into the air, stretching out her wings and wincing until she heard them click, relief spreading through her body. Then looking up to the window of her own little bedroom—which was made even smaller by the clutter around the unpainted cobble walls—she groaned as she saw the betraying blackness of the night and rolled back over, murmuring, "Wha 's 'matter?"

Deep in his heart, Shiro knew that he loved the man standing in front of him. Through thick and thin the pair had been there for each other, no obstacle would ever be above their love, but that didn't mean that they weren't ready to test limits and push boundaries.

“Uh, she’s uh, getting her hair done.” Leo’s brow was sweaty. “You know how it is.”

Uh, young Hannah, oh the poor child. Her laughter turns to tears and her candy gets stolen. This is the story of how she almost died trying to get back what was hers and capture the thief.

She'd been in his apartment a matter of mere minutes, and Elena was already naked and about to blow him. Brett felt a touch guilty as his erection throbbed in his pants. Not accustomed to paying for sex, although there was a greater intent behind it on this occasion, it didn't sit well. Nor did the knowledge that the girl's clients usually accompanied them to a gala event that under other circumstances they'd never gain access to, or at least wined and dined them first. Sex was expected only as a sweet dessert to top off the main course. Brett was also a man who liked to take his time to ensure women enjoyed the experience as much as he did.

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.

I sat there waiting for Stradlater to come out of the bathroom for like two hours, but he never came. Finally, after like a total of three hours, he came out.

Sandrin breathed in deeply and then got on to her hands and knees. She crawled, determined to be in the loop this time around. Sandrin would not allow Tora to keep anything from her this time.

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

Smelling stale and musty, a thin layer of dust covered every shelf and the books that it held. Snow rested on the window sills letting a small amount of light in, while above fluorescent lights flickered on occasions. Down a little way there was a light humming letting indicating that one was potential going to go.

Holding her hand above, so Rebecca could take the hair ties, she said “thank you. Lover. And thank you for last night.”

The possession also allowed the Host to harness and use the limited technology of the Gods. Although not as powerful as an incarnated Angel in his prime, his dying avatar wouldn’t stand a chance in battle against the Nekrums’ Host.

“What are you saying?” My cries seemed to be drowned by the buzz of the fireflies, which seemed to be growing louder by the second. I turned my attention to the girl once more. She was pointing towards the sky. Nodding my head, I looked upward. Above, the dove was flying in the air. Now, it had flown farther away than