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Note: Though this is a sequel to “The Wolves of Paris,” it is not necessary to have read that story first. "You never kill anyone you want to in a war.” -Ernest Hemingway, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" *** June 1, 1944, Paris: 1,440 days under occupation

She was finishing her prayers as I entered the room, we are now finally alone as the martyr was allowed the last night in solitude and prayer. Karina Spiridonova looked up at me and smiled, but in her eyes I could see fear

Wake up, stay awake. Damn I don’t believe this shit. I knew I should have kept my black ass home tonight but no, I had to go out on a run and now I’m dyin in this piece of shit field. Damn how long have I been here, it feels like hours. I’m cold as hell, ain’t it still June

These memoirs might come as a surprise, however my story needs to be told. I'm far too mentally famished to face a juror, and too eloquent to be caught other than by self submission

It all started when my wife and I were watching television one night; it was one of those police detective shows that proliferate across the weekly viewing, in this one the villain had a sadistic kink and was capturing young girls and tormenting them

Fall pf Paradise: Chapter 5 Chapter 5: A Queen in Shining Armor Avriel winced as another twig snapped under her foot. She following behind one of the Lios women, Mel, who had volunteered to act as her guide

Ellie woke up in a dark, dingy dungeon. It took her a few moments to comprehend what had just happened, with her murder and violent death. She had been a complete bitch and was devastated at the sight of the afterlife. God would not have mercy on the slutty teen

Awakenings 9 ------------------- The Captain read the reports with tight lips. He had counted at least 30 bodies or what was left of them

BIG FUCKING DISCLAIMER: Some people thought my tone was a bit dickish in this disclaimer, so please bear in mind that that's not my intention. First: this story is YET AGAIN WORSE than (most of) its predecessors

Author’s Note:This is my first attempt at Erotic Horror.When I think of erotic horror, this is what came to mind.This is based on Dante’s Inferno.If you’ve ever read that then you’ll recognize similarities.In this story, Dante is a tough warrior; a policewoman named Trina

Chapter 3 - Sunset And Sunrise DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the movies in the Cabin Fever franchise, nor any of the characters in it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Author's Note: This chapter is just plot bridge with no sex. Sorry

A Good Man 8 --------------------- The Queen was nervous, it had only been a few days since mage Tom had done any healing to her daughter

I had just gotten to my hotel room. Of course the first thing I did when I got settled in to the hotel was to call you and tell you where I was staying and in what room. You tell me you’ll be there in about half an hour

CHAPTER SEVEN 2ND SUNDAY "Daddy, daddy. Wake up" Mike feels a weight on his chest and sleepily tries to get an exuberant daughter to ease up her jumping on his torso. "I'm awake, Jan. What's all this excitement about?" "Come on for breakfast

The first morning I wake up in this new place. It is quiet. I look around observing the surroundings of the room. Everything is modern, advanced, and very technological. The man that brought me here and gave me a new life is not in the room

NON-EROTIC means what it says: There is NO SEX in this chapter! The Phoenix III was powered up and accelerating once again at one-quarter gravity. This time it would only be for a few hours

Solar time unit = year planetary time unit = day ------- Sam was tired that was certain. The fight he'd had with Triot had used up the last of his reserves. The sunlight he could feel was helping though not fast enough, for him

My name's Jason Anderson and I'm a pretty average 13 year old kid from Oregonor at least I was until a couple weeks ago

Machoke had achieved control of Azalea Town. Lethal control. To fully seal the fate of the people in this place, he sought a helper. Thus, he went towards Union Cave, while most people in Azalea never thought about escaping

Part 111 I woke the next morning to find Ned standing near the bed staring down at me. “You fucking lazy slut – get out of my fucking bed and take care of this “ He was pointing at his raging hard on. I jumped up and sat on the edge of the bed taking his cock in my mouth