Young drag queen Felicity Goodnite is tricked by spoiled frat house delinquents and endures a gang rape which sets her on a course for revenge. Trans detective Penelope Bishop is assigned the case when one of the rapists is found murdered years later. Will Felicity be able to reap her revenge before she is caught?
Do you remember where you were when all the lights went out? Were you home? If not, how did you get home? Who accompanied you on your journey? How did they show their gratitude? (This starts slowly, no sex for the first 3 chapters)
Betrayed. Killed. Reborn with the enemy’s power. In a world where strength rules, one fallen soul rises with vengeance and magic in their veins. Every step forward unravels secrets, tests loyalty, and ignites a war between past and future. Power was stolen—but destiny is earned.
Imagine what it would be like for you if you were an 8-year-old girl in NYC walking home from school and were grabbed and gang-raped. Well, this girl's parents were from North Korea and not about to put up with that shit, so her father taught her how to defend herself. When she got a little older, she started eliminating rapists and muggers as soon as she could find them.
A Clar war Story I walked and hunted in the forests at home and now the forests here seemed familiar. Only instead of hunting animals it was enemy soldiers who were hunting us. A chance encounter to capture a mage turns things around. For him the war was over and I told him so and treated him fair. What I got in return was a reward for capturing him and when he agreed to talk I ended up with two girls. Now we are going back to that area to hunt larger game and I hope they are not as ready as we are.
A Clar war Story When an incompetent pilot shoots me down I am forced to face the enemy on foot. After a long walk out carrying my gunner I have to find a way to get or... make another Shark. Only it is going to be faster, stronger and have a hell of a bite.
A sequel to IVORY COAST, picking up the story in the bar we hurried to immediately after clearing in through customs, immigration, port doctor, and the other official populated departments of Abidjian's government.
The demon line was built to defend and encircle our whole country. It took twenty years to build and sat for another thirty before the enemy to the north attacked. We took the brunt of the attacks while our army gathered. Despite spies and infiltrators we were the only thing standing between the enemy and our land.