In 1857 Nebraska Territory, 15 y.o. Emma Sullivan is taken captive by Cheyenne when they raided her wagon train.In order to survive, she marries the war chief and becomes a fully assimilated Cheyenne warrior who become renown throughout the Cheyenne tribes. her bright copper hair earns her the name of Firebird. Follow her life as a Cheyenne warrior who lives a polyamorous life as a Cheyenne Warrior
The origin story of Batman meant to capture the grit and spirit of the comics. This is just a fanfiction and is not meant for commercial use. While I do my best to honor the original story of Batman, I admit that it has my personal flair in it that you may notice if you're familiar with my work. I used AI to help me refine the book, but the dialogue, plot, and tone are all mine. I've always loved Batman and wanted to write my own fanfic that includes Gotham's full story and his legend. Enjoy.
A Cupid's Tale: The good news, Gwen, is that Julius, the cupid responsible for your part of the country, has finally found your true love. The bad news is that Julius is probably the worst archer in cupiddom. Fasten your seat belt; you may be in for a bumpy ride.
My first non-erotic piece about a woman who must deal with the loss of her daughter. Dedicated to everyone who has lost a family member or someone special.
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A Tree House Saga Story After years of longing for his lost love Lindie, Michael climbs one more time up into his childhood Tree House with her. The magic of the place continues to add to his life as does the product of their love, Michelle. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Reading Book 1 before this is suggested. / (Reviews)
Bob fled the humiliation of losing his fiance to a professional athlete and landed in the wilds of South Dakota. Pure chance got him to the Simmons apple orchard where he hired on to make enough money to get his car fixed. He never left. He hopes some day to be able to thank that jock for stealing his girlfriend.
When Emmie and Marie Vane pointed at a young Apache woman in a dusty New Mexico trading post and said they wanted her for a mother, the whole territory held its breath. Cosay had survived alone in the hills for five years, trusting no one and belonging nowhere. Coulter Vane had spent eighteen months drowning quietly in grief. Neither of them was looking for what walked through that door. But two little girls saw clearly what fear keeps hidden — and sometimes the brave