Romance - Page 125



Jim Horn rode his horse down the trail at a steady pace. Anyone unfortunate enough to be out in the blistering heat watching him would have seen a sturdily built, sun browned man of slightly above average height
It was snowing when he closed up shop. He looked up into the grey sky, trying not to feel anything. The snow always reminded him of Julie. Just another reason to hate this time of year
I drove my Jeep back up to the panhandle of Florida where I had left my motor coach while I was on the cruise with my granddaughter. I started my visit in the warm climate and stayed there for the better part of the winter and headed on north as the weather started to thaw



My name is Avery Harper, MD, PhD, and I’m not afraid to die. In fact, I was in heaven. Since I was a young woman, I have studied exobiology, actually only possible biologies, for my entire twenty-year career, ever since I became a grad student



Fbailey story number 205 Barn Raising I had admired the barns that the Amish had built in the area and I really wanted one too. So I went to one of my Amish neighbors and asked him what I should do. He sent me to his Elder
Daniel's POV It's about 12 pm when I wake up. I have to leave soon. I send Holly a text saying "Good morning" and wait with a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee. It doesn't take long for Holly to reply. She says good morning back and I ask her if she's given any thought to my offer



Lying on my bed the next day, it was all I could do to not smack myself in the face over and over again for what I had done. Not only had I pissed Eve off, I had put her into a situation where our relationship stood to be exposed, if we didn’t handle it carefully



“This is your captain. I ask that everyone fasten their seat belts we will be landing in Rutland, Vermont in five minutes.” he said and I fastened my seat belt again. When we landed we carried our bags off and went to the car rental counter. “Welcome to Rutland.” the girl said



*This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living in the past or present is purely coincidental.* The CCD stood for “Community Center Dance”, which was exactly what it sounded like
It had been two days since the accident that left us at the bottom of this cliff. It was beginning to get dark again, and the fear of freezing to death lurked in the back of my mind. We couldn't use the car as shelter in it's current state



Chapter 5 After reading the list once again, Harry heard Hermione come bounding down the stairs. “What's all this commotion about?” she asked. Harry shifted uneasily. “I uh- got the results of who's affected by my end of line cause.” explained Harry



Two Girls and a Birthday *************WARNING****************** This story depicts sex between a father and his daughter and his niece. If this subject matter offends you then turn away now
Chapter 5: September was another hot one, Sean wanted to host another pool party for the band. I said I was too busy at work and wouldn't have time to set one up. But Karen, the next day approached me about a pool party at her house
i was standing on the cobbles outside your door in the fading evening sun. I had just come cross town on a sweaty tube train crammed next to noisy bankers and scary hoodies and so it was great to just stop for a moment in the silky evening river breeze that ruffled my shirt collar