Save a HorseBuck heard the door close behind him, already counting the bills in his hands. Finding that the woman had overpaid him a little, he grinned something truly disconcerting on the face of a Holstein bull. He buttoned his shirt halfway up on his way to the elevator, hiding the perfect human body that made him all his money or at least most. His bovine ears twitched at the ding the elevator made when it reached the lobby of the hotel.
"Hey Buck," a plain brunette waved to him from behind the counter. He glanced up at her and tucked the wad of bills into his back pocket.
"Hi Kristy," he said in a deep, liquid baritone that sounded like exactly what anyone would suspect cattle to sound like if they could speak. "Working late again?"
Kristy shrugged, reaching back to tuck a curl of hair behind her ear. "Dennis cancels so often, and I need the money. What about you? This, uh an early job for you?"
"Nah, kind of middling," he said. "This is my second job this evening. I should
AS: The Unluckiest Number prt1AS: The Unluckiest Number prt15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Unluckiest Number
Things just keep going from bad to worse
A fresh wave of guilt washed over Adrian as he slowly followed his father up the front steps. Danny had remained quiet the entire trip home, and that could only mean he was hurt deeply by his son's words. The young teen couldn't help but feel some sympathy for his dad, but he felt like his outburst was justified. After all, he was still mad at Danny for not being around very much, and the fact that Adrian and his siblings got kidnapped every couple of weeks and had to be rescued just made him feel more bitter and frustrated. He sighed as he trudged through the door.
Before he was even all the way inside, a usually soft voice assaulted his ears with an excited scream. "BROTHER!!!!" The next thing Adrian knew, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck and he could barely keep stable from the sudden added weight.
The boy glanced down to see his littlest sister, Lilith Ann Fenton, hugging him tightly. She was dressed
Adrian Spook, PrologueAdrian Spook, Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Since the day I was born, my eyes have beheld the Ghostzone
The air was freezing. All around, voices whispered from shadows, their owners trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening in the abyss below. A silence fell over the area, a new cry echoed into the depths of the Ghostzone. The gathered spirits murmured excitedly. It had actually happened; the halfa's offspring had been born in the middle of the realm of the dead.
Sam Fenton held a little bundle in her arms as her amethyst eyes darted around, catching glimpses of nearby ghosts. Warily she clutched her precious cargo closer to her chest. Inside the soft blankets, two small eyes stared curiously at the surroundings. The child was a newborn, and the world he now saw was an awe-inspiring mystery to him.
The mother of the little miracle looked to her husband worriedly. "I still can't believe he was born her in the Ghostzone Doctor Patterson said our child would be born next week, not this "
Bite MeBite Me: An Analysis of the Myth of Woman in Stephenie Meyer's TwilightBite Me5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Since being published in 2005, Stephenie Meyer's Twilight has gone from just another young adult fantasy novel to a cult phenomenon that has gripped millions of readers of all ages. When a piece of literature becomes as widespread as Twilight, it becomes especially important to examine the messages it is sending to its readers many of whom, in Twilight's case, are impressionable young women. By applying a feminist lens to the novel and examining it in terms of Simone de Beauvoir's myth of woman, it is revealed that Twilight is a hotbed of antifeminist sentiment, from the skewed balance of power to the simple fact that none of the women in the novel are employed. If only because of the book's wide range of impact due to its bloated and romance-blinded fan base, it is important to take de Beauvoir's advice for viewing literature and expose how the myth of woman is perp
Tiger In Heat*****Warning: multiple sex partners****Tiger In Heat8 years ago in Erotic More Like This
It was hot. I felt as if my body was going to go up in flames if I didnt get some sexual gratification soon. I lay naked in the bed, sweat rolling down my sides. I needed my demons and my angel and Hawke.
I tried moving my arms, I wanted to touch my clit to relieve myself, but I couldnt, they were tied to the bed posts. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the room by myself. I cursed under my breath, wanting to new whos idea it was to tie me up. You didnt tie a tiger up for no reason. There were repercussions. And revenge was just so sweet .
There door opened and Hawke entered the room with something under his arm. Was that an . Ice tray? He walked over to me with a light in his eyes, and a grin on his lips, the tips of his fangs bare visible. Your awake, he whispered softly. He saw the glow in my neon colored eyes and smiled. Dont worry baby, were going to ease your need. Ahdict,
A story of incestA story of incest12 years ago in Erotic More Like This
\"You ungreatful little bitch!\" Is all i can hear down the hall. I heard footsteps comming. I knew who was comming. I locked the door, but i could hear him laughing. Then the doorknob jiggled for a moment and then stopped. I was hoping that would be it, but i knew there would be more. Then, i heard a key go into the doorknob and the door opened. My fear was raising, but i didn\'t show it. For if i did, he would kill me.
\"You ungreatful little bitch. How dare you try to embarress me infront of my friends! For that, you must be punished.\"
He pulled me up from my hidding spot and tide me down to my bed. I felt like a slave, obeying my master. He tide my arms apart and my legs apart. That is when things got scary.
He undid his belt buckel, which had a rebel flag on it. I could see that he was hard. I wanted to cry, but i couldn\'t. He took off his pants, got up, and got one of my scarf\'s out of my dresser. He then came back and put it on my night stand. He pulled down his boxer