Fiction - Page 1245

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

"Stella!", I thumbed the intercom one more time. Where was she? Usually my personal assistant appeared at my first bidding her heels clicking across the floor of the adjacent room as she hurried to my beckoning

Amy Dolson had a grave fear of dogs, from the broadest of labradors to the meekest of pugs

The Bank Branch – Part 1 She walked into my office on that Friday night at 6:40. "What are you doing here so late" she asked in a slow calming voice. "I have to upgrade every computer after we close and they haven't balanced yet, its starting to piss me off" I said angrily

Maria was called into the manger's office at the diner where she worked. She was afraid that she was going to be let go, because the Diner had been so empty of customers lately

It was December 16, and Daniel busied himself choosing ornaments from the boxes carefully stored in the attic. He loved Christmas more than any other time of the year

“Keep your eyes on the fucking road!” The kidnapper in the passenger seat screams at me as I look into the rearview-mirror. I’m trying to see if my daughter Penny is still okay. And from the glimpse I got, she’s everything but okay

Melissa knelt in the living room naked except her collar next to the recliner. Mike sat in his recliner watching TV, the dogs laying on the couches sleeping. After signing the Rules of the House and the Contract she felt a little better

Papers papers papers ugh! I'm at the office again waiting for my fax to go through so I can make my way to the company lunch room. Sitting one leg across the other my stiletto heel hovered just above a stack of papers piled on the floor

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The year was 1725 and I was a young woman of my father's household, bound to sea in the following week to travel across the North Atlantic and into the Caribbean where my father had purchased a small amount of land for a new plantation that would secure the family's wealth

The Concert by Louis Honey If you are under 21 do not read this. Get OUT! You got the message today

After dinner Myrna hurried to clear the table and take care of the dishes. She was eager to learn more about Mister Gantner, who she'd only just been introduced to earlier that afternoon

"Daddy! My tits are getting big." Nichole flops on the couch near where her father sits. "Nikki language!" Her father protests. "Sorry dad." The eighteen year old says in exasperation. "Breasts." Shifting uncomfortably in his big leather chair, "That's great honey

It is a sad story, but one that happens all too often. I just never thought it would happen to me. I looked down at the casket. The sting of tears burned my cheeks as I tossed the rose in. I looked over at Karen, my daughter's grandmother. She returned my gaze, stone faced

ontrol Device Chapter Twenty-Two: Daddy & Daughter's Amateur Video By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this! John Preston I sat in my office in the federal building with my associate, Gina Brand, going over the strange activities in a nearby town

I hadn’t seen either of them in over a month. Time was never on my side and maybe I didn’t deserve it after the things I had done, and the things I still planned to do. Fate finally came knocking on a fateful Friday evening when I was invited over for a friend’s birthday

Foreword: Hey, everyone! So, you may have noticed that I have been splitting these parts into various 'chapters'. Some people have asked if I have a name for each chapter and you know what? That's not a bad idea. Since I'm a huge fan of Dragonball Z, how about we call them 'sagas'

Misty’s eyes adjusted to the darkness of the barroom after being in the blazing Texas sun. The air-conditioning finally cooled her skin. She was still getting used to being in Texas, even though it’d been six weeks since her transfer. She smiled, a little ruefully

Tiffany’s POV: Spring Break in Daytona Beach Wednesday evening around 6 Chris, Selena, and I are enjoying the evening in a very nice restaurant. Our parents are watching our children for the night