The new prisoner in Camp Eighteen was a bit different. She was ridiculed by the guards and scorned by the other prisoners. The fact that she was in "Harmony" with her existence was ultimately the key to her survival.
A struggling mother and sole provider with a disabled husband, is taken by a homeless man, eventually to be trained to cater to his bizarre sexual needs. [WARNING: this story has over the top, racist bullshit so thick you can't mistake it for the insulting lie it would be, if written for anything other than fetish fantasy]
Inspired by the Fallout Video Game series. Patrick and Claire are two teens born in a horrible post apocalyptic world. After their village is destroyed they are rescued by a robot that takes them to Shelter 9. A place that is paradise for them. The only price they pay for living their is becoming nudists, but little do they know that Shelter 9 holds a terrifying secret.
Fourteen-year-old Jean-Luc, squire to Philippe DeGrasse, on the French crusade in the Holy Land in the thirteenth century, is an ambitious-and extraordinarily handsome and sexy-boy. Even on the eve of battle on the plain below the Horns of Hattin in the Levant, he is scheming to advance up the levels of master. Above DeGrasse are the army's general, Hugh de Lusignan, brother to Guy, King of Jerusalem, and above the general is the king himself.
My origin was a bad start. You can't imagine a more spoiled rotten mean little kid than I was. My story has a villain, but no heroes. I am the villain. No matter how I spin it or excuse myself, I'll never come out remotely heroic. I'm the predator, and the characters portray my victims. You won't learn much about them. Their character development is skimpy and stereotyped. Though they were my half-siblings I never knew them well so I can't tell what I don't know.