John Tyler resurrects his grandfathers abandoned farm. He starts out with a struggle to grow a quick money crop. From there things take on a life of their own
Mika's a teenage succubus who can't get enough physical pleasure. (She has five guys in her rotation.) Olivia Jacobson is a happily-married, heterosexual, art history teacher at the local university who doesn't even know who Mika is. But when Mika marks Olivia she starts a chain of events neither one of them are fully-prepared for. Now Olivia is waking up in the middle of the night next to her husband with a cock and Mika can't stop obsessing over the woman bound to her forever.
Three years ago a strange event changed the world, giving people abilities straight out of comics and TV. (The story codes are for very small parts of the story, there is very little actual sex)
I've never been lucky. Never. Fate decided to change that. I've rolled so many boxcars that I'm afraid of the next roll of the dice, but I've got to know. Is lady luck still riding my shoulders?
The Blacklist. This is my take on what occurs after Ressler shoots at Bobby Jonica in Ep. 1x16 Mako Tanida.
As he contemplates his actions since he'd lost Audrey, sitting in the street, willing her not to leave him. All that training, all that discipline to be the best FBI agent he could be had been tossed aside in a heartbeat. He'd lost himself in blind hate and revenge. "How can I go back to being 'by the book Special Agent Ressler' after I've done this?! I'm no different to Reddington!"
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This is my rewritten,augmented and edited story --Torn lives--. I have to thank two people. My editor Johnny Galt who with his constant prodding, questions and suggestions made that the story changed for the better and I'm also in debt to fellow author CPBaudelaire who the 03/14/12 wrote a number of suggestions to improve the story in his comment to Torn Lives. To both of them many thanks. Fermpera
This was cathartic to write, mainly in narrative form, with some poetic licence thrown in for interest. Unlike me, he is likable and you have to sympathise, even if you don’t agree with his attitudes and point’s of view. Some historic timing is out to allow the story to flow.