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.

Arken chuckled softly as he ghosted his fingertips across her trembling forearms. “My gods, you’re so strong ...” he purred, and the huskiness in his voice almost made her gag.

A wave of fury heats my chest, melting the icy fingers. However, I can't determine who I'm more enraged with, him or me.

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.

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.

Kohen removed the Casimir effect plates and unplugged the Hawk-flow regulator, now the tricky part he thought

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

No one in town would argue that Ceres (the best farmer) in Olympia was not the “Goddess” of Agriculture. Her fruits were the gems of the Earth and her grains were fit for kings. However, her daughter knew her mother as the Goddess of being too overprotective. Yet, Stephanie loved her mom and her mom loved her. That didn’t stop Stephaine however from being annoyed at her mother.

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

him the money in the form of checks. She told Janice to sign her signature differently on the checks and fill in the amounts. However, leave the dates and the payee blank. She told Janice once she gave Kevin the checks to leave the rest up to her she had a plan. She told Janice to wait an hour and then go to the bank and report that her checks had been stolen and close out her account. Once Janice did her part, Aunt Lucy would do the rest. “I’ll guarantee you Kevin will never forget you after this ordeal” Aunt Lucy said. Janice wanted to know how soon should she put the plan into action. Aunt Lucy told her the sooner the better and call me once you’ve notified the bank that your checks were stolen.

My return to Korea in the summer of 2001 was nothing short of a culture shock. I was in a country I thought I had learned by heart. It was the country I always rooted my identity and pride from. I wasn’t ready for the shock. I