Fiction Stories

When Gavin and Kya's eyes meet across a crowded cafeteria, it is most definitely not love at first sight. He thinks she's cute, but she's aware of his reputation, and is distinctly unimpressed when he comes over to say hi. But he's not what she expected at all, and he leaves her decidedly flustered.

They thought it was just a haunted house. But the Harrow House doesn’t feed on fear—it feasts on secret desires. As old wounds surface and forbidden temptations rise, the line between terror and longing dissolves. Fear burns off like fog, replaced by touch, heat, and surrender. The Harrow Testament is a gothic confession of aching bodies, unraveling minds, and pleasures too strong to resist.

Magic exists. Everything straight out of myth and legend, folklore and religion, fantasy and nightmare has at least a kernel of truth to it. Warning - this is just a teaser to a much bigger upcoming story. / (Reviews)

A Linkage Story
He spent twenty years in the French Foreign Legion, many of those years alongside The Chevalier. He has spent twenty years in Civvy Street, many of those alongside The Chevalier. The Comrade’s Tale allows us a closer insight into The Chevalier but the Comrade is an interesting character in his own right. There are not too many Frenchmen who support Accrington Stanley Football Club.

Some tunes are indeed classic.

It's magic, but not as we know it. A fantasy in six parts. I've written it all, so you won't be left in the lurch. >Lucilla watched the celebrities for a few more minutes, and then turned to go. It wasn't until then that she noticed the key. The hotel room key, hooked impossibly over the waistband of her white panties. Lasco's key, obviously. This was worse than she thought. Or better, she realised, grinning.

On the corner of her bed sat Santa, a jolly fat man with white hair and a red suit. He spoke to her saying, "Christmas is magic Amanda. If you believe, many things that seem impossible can happen this time of year."

By day, English Professor Sally Evans is a prim academic, but in private, she is a smut-addicted pervert desperate for the degradation she only reads about. When a student’s graphic essay exposes her secret hunger, she abandons her dignity for a leather skirt and a brutal bathroom double-team that proves she was born to be a slut.