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The Prophecy Ch. 6 This is the continuation of the previous chapter, please read the previous chapters to fill in any blanks. I appreciate the feedback and apologize for previous and any future grammatical errors

This story was inspired by many things, including some of my favorite songs and books. I hope you all enjoy it and let me know if there is anything I should fix or work on. Thanks :) My name is Rebecca James I am 435 years old and I am a second class Vampire

Sweaty After I finished class for the day, I went to the campus gym. Normally I hate working out but I’ve managed to find some extra motivation lately. I did my normal routine, spending thirty minutes on the treadmill before moving onto one of the resistance machines to work my legs

(At the time of this posting - late September, 2010 - I'm looking for an online (and possibly RL) sub to train. If you think you would enjoy being treated like Carol, please see my ad:

Tourette’s syndrome FUCK, SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER, this has been my life for the last 6 months. Now that I am turning 15 soon my parents want to take me to a new doctor that is said to have a this new drug to help with my Tourette’s. My mother and I arrived at Dr

Alice laid back breathless, looking over at her newest craving Brent as he laid beside her smiling. She smiled back and blissfully thought back to when they first met and how they got to this position now. It had been months since Alice and Drew happened

Zendaya never expected to end up like this. If you had told her just a few years ago that she’d end up pregnant and naked on her knees while wearing a collar that said “nigger slut,” until she was let into her "Owner's" mansion, she would have punched you in the face

Her full lips grew into a smirk across her face as she watched her lover strain against the pleasure – the release – that he was so close to having

A reminder that this is a Non-Consent/Reluctance story. If you don't want to read about sex where someone is put into that position, then stop now and move on. From the last story "No, I wouldn't have either

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I hear my mom’s boyfriend yell from the other room. A crash, and sheik and then my mom is crying again, but it’s quieter now. I don’t get out of bed. I remember when the one and only time I got out of bed to help mom

Chapter 1 Royce It was dawn and Royce had just woken up. His sleep hadn’t been regenerating at all. He felt like the short few hours had actually taken away the little bit of power he still had, never the less he got up to gather his things and venture on

My Friend Izzy For those who have read any of my other stories, each one is fiction. Not complete fiction actually, to tell the truth. Firstly, the main character is certainly not fictitious, and nor are the other main characters

"Hey, need a ride?" I jump, startled as a car pulls up to me. I instantly recognize my boyfriend's friend Seth, a metalhead senior. I glance up, rain splashing on my Steampunk goggles, and smile. "Yes! Thanks," I say, and get in the passenger seat. I will myself not to blush

The music pounded in my ears following the rhythmic chopping of red-skinned potatoes. Lightly tossed in oil, herbs and placed in the oven to join the already cooking chicken. The smell of the freshly baked bread lay heavy on the air as I finished setting the table

The Slaver Gets His Wish Chapter 4 Training Days Just a note to readers; if you’re going to give me a negative vote; how about leaving me a little criticism about how to improve my stories? Thanks! I used the butcher’s shower in the dungeon to clean up, and then headed upstairs