When a boxer puts an opponent in a coma and loses his wife in a car accident, he leaves everything behind in London to live in a small village in Wales. Some years later, he gets a surprise visit from his mother-in-law with shocking news, forcing him to return to London.
Poor Hairy...poor rich Hairy. Out doing nothing and stumbles upon circumstances out of his control. Who knows how long this one will get. I sure don't.
Everyone knows that events in the past can't be altered through time travel. But can they be set in motion? Travelling back in time has become a past-time for people hungry to try the latest thrill. Dangers are ever present, which is why officers of the Time Travel Regulation Authority strive to secure our futures by preserving the past.
An eighteen-year old nursing student strikes up a friendship with a terminal patient at the care facility where she works as a nursing assistant. Two years after her grandmother's death, and still living with, and taking care of, her grandfather, Meadow's caring behavior draws her towards offering more than just basic care.
After losing his wife to cancer 51-year-old Morgan sells his house and moves into an apartment next door to 41-year-old Krissy and her 20-year-old daughter Rebeccah. While Morgan only has eyes for Krissy Rebeccah has ideas of her own, to lure him into sex with her and then prime him to have sex with her mother. After putting the two of them together they develop a new kind of "family" relationship.
Ashe has given everything to the company she works for and now she is given a chance to excel in a company ran by the alien Grell. There is only one test for her to prove herself, Rin, the daughter of the company's CEO. Rin proves to be a little difficult, but Ashe can overcome it, right?
An Oscar Story Several readers asked for Julia's take on her story. Here it is. How does a battered and abused submissive end up with Mister Conventional? Note. The codes do not reflect the main thrust of the story
A story in the The Human Nexus Universe
One night between midnight and six AM Eastern, most of the people of the world died. No one knew why; there was no warning; they simply stopped. Some survived to live a few extra hours or days. In the USA, this meant that most folks died in their beds. Streets, roads, and bridges remained mostly open. In other parts of the world, the timing was such that the visible carnage was horrendous. For the dead, neither situation mattered a whit. After a week, humanity was dead - all but a very few.