Lisa has been suddenly transferred away from her super-hot boyfriend Steve in Atlanta to the NC mountains. After lonely months, a lesbian seduces her, steals from her, and disappears, just as Hurricane Helene strikes and leaves her homeless. When she calls him asking for help, he needs only seconds to offer her shelter, and a bed. Heh. His parents come over to help out; they're very open-minded.
This is a short flash fiction piece in response to a Writing Prompt: "She did it, she finally found the big bad wolf that ate her grandmother all those years ago, now to finish the job."
He isn't meant to be touched. She isn't meant to want him. A quiet night, A touch breaks the rules no one dares to name. A girl, drawn by a pull she doesn't understand and doesn't resist, unleashes something the world wanted buried. As paths revealed, collide, desire blurs into danger. Blood flows, romance turns sharp. Loyalty fractures. Secrets surface. Some connections aren't forbidden because they're wrong, but because they change everything.
Jack and Frieda have known each other for two or three months and Jack decides to invite Frieda to spend a night in Brighton and she accepts. Unfortunately, it is 1952 and Frieda's husband is one of the most dangerous bosses of an East End London gang, involved in prostitution, white slavery, bookmakers and extortion. Games are being played for high stakes, do they really know what they are letting themselves in for?