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Please vote up and comment! I'm dying here! Chapter 13 Baltoh flew through the fiery galaxy of Tenebrous’ personal domain with enough power streaming from his sword to shatter a planet
Introduction Her name was rose she was 18 like me her hair was dark black her eyes were blue as water and above all she was completely obsessed with vampires
Timeline: 1. Nadava 2. Alana 3. Jake Previews Preview: Nadava “Noah,” I hear. “Noah,” the voice repeats itself. “Noah,” it continues. I open my eyes to see a woman standing right in front of me. “Noah,” she repeats in the same tone



Let me start with a typical New York story. I live in a walk-up - 6 stories, no elevator, old everything. And like a lot of New Yorkers, we have a live-in superintendent in the building



Linda 2 This is the continuing story about my wife Linda, if you read the first story you will know she wished to become a sex slave and became the property of a Jamaican called Leo Pierre
It was just past one and Lydia was tired of the club scene. College guys had been hitting on her all night and she was tired of listening to their pathetic pick-up lines. She had danced with a few of them for fun, but she wanted nothing more from their raging egos



“Death doesn't exist. It never did.. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.” -Ray Bradbury, "Something Wicked This Way Comes" *** It was late, and everyone else had gone home. There was no one to keep Sharon company. No one but the dead
Steph practically tripped out the door, not even getting time to change out of her school uniform. She had spent too much time studying, and almost forgot about her date
"Hey!" the priest yelled at her, pointing the gun. She looked over. There were several ways to deal with this situtation. She could cast a spell, run and wait for him. She suddenly smelled a demon not to far away. The demon no doubt smelled her hot juices
to get the pig moved over to the prep frame now" Susan said as she picked up a large knife and walked over to the prep frame, "Hey Ted" Steve called over to his new neighbor who gave a slight shudder at hearing Steve call his name, "I need your help for a sec, you mind?" Steve added waving Ted over
Marco hung up the phone a few minutes latter, it took some time to convince Strakes that he did indeed have a meeting with Donahue. “He will be out in a few minutes, would you care to sit Mr


I had been driving for a full hour before I saw the ram shackled huddle of buildings appear like a mirage at the road side
A SPECIAL BOND Long Weekend at the Lake ___________________________________ No institution or agency may use this work for other than the intended purpose – to provide personal entertainment. All characters are fictional. This is a work of fiction. Of fantasy



Amanda was exited. It was the morning of her 18th birthday. She had woken up early, done some yoga and had a healthy breakfast. Now she was at the mall, shopping for clothes for the party



Aaaahhhh! Alas another Saturday. A day of leisure. I don’t have to worry about traffic jams that make me late for work or what my boss, ‘fat ass’ Katie will have to say about it