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James and his family had just moved from a large city that he had lived in since he was born, to a small, rural town about fifty miles away

The Chauffeur (#23) The City of Angels By: PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 As we disembarked from the plane, the co-pilot carried our luggage down to the bottom of the stairs. Fred walked over and picked each piece up and put them neatly in the trunk

My first story so be nice…..please This is a story about the day I crossed the line. To many this account will lessen the faith so many have put in their health care professionals

I’ve always had a love of being alone in hotel rooms. It’s a time to be away from partners and loved ones and a time to relax with no-one to interrupt your thought patterns or your lustful needs

It’s been a month since Seth raped me at the sugar cube, and to make matters even better i found out he started working at my company. I feel sick to my stomach every time i think about going to work and to make the circumstances even better in my favor.

'Sir.' Seth tried again. 'Our paper is of a far better quality then any of our competitors. Not only that, but I can give you a very good deal.' The old bald man opposite him looked at Seth. Seth was selling but the man was not buying

Chapter 1 "Joseph P Cain! Get your lazy ass up right now mister before you’re late for school!" I awoke groggily to the sound an alarm and angry mother standing in the doorway

Sister Monica Sister Monica had been out of the Convent that her parents had put her in for only two months when she went to her first job interview. She had been working on her Aunt's farm learning more about the world that she had left for three long years

This story is a work of fiction. Like most of my stories, the basic scenario is one suggested by a friend of mine

To my loyal fans, the new addition Light of Hellfire is now available on amazon! The new version is called Hellsteel, and is twice as long with new characters, new breeds of monsters, a different ending, and a much deeper storyline

When I was 19 years old, I was 6 ft 3 and 245 lbs. I was big. I didn't have much muscle tone or anything like that but because of my size, I was a natural fit to be a doorman at one of the local nightclubs in the area

Masood, a 40 year old Pakistani pulled his taxi up in front of the address that the dispatcher had given him. It was 2am and this would probably be the last fare of the night. Then he would turn in the cab and go home to his wife and children, who would already be sound asleep

Love never fades. Growing up. My name is Aaron Fitz. For the first twelve years of my life, I grew up like any other child. Going to school, coming home from school, doing my homework, playing with toys, just being a normal child

On Staff - Chapter 2 "Jim, this weekend, is that enough lead time for you to put together a dinner here? For about five guests?" Melissa asked as she walked into the kitchen

It happened in the blink of an eye. We were at a training seminar in New York. We had seen each other throughout the day and had passed flirtatious glances and few a kisses at each other. As I entered the elevator there you are, looking oh so hot. “Going up” you say

Author's Note: Apologies for the delay but I've been preoccupied with some work related problems. The kind of problems that take up alot of your spare time. But I haven't forgotten about the story. On the contrary I've been writing a little everyday

"Do ya hear that ladies?" I yelled as the band was just finishing their set. "That's the sound of FREEDOM! My phone has not rang all night!" Kara rolled her big Chestnut eyes and turned slowly with and her teeth gritted to Ann and Sheila. "Yes, Layla, we hear it

“Chris, we need to talk about this Roclef project.” That was what the fascinatingly sexy Fern Holte said as she walked into my simple corner office at 4:15 on a Thursday afternoon

"I am so foolish" she thought to herself as she attempted to navigate the parking lot of the packed gym. She had been taken in by the slick sales pitch and a certain amount of self loathing that made her a prime target for people selling gym memberships