It was late Saturday night as Sir Robert Hatfield finally crawled into his bed. It had been a long day, complicated by the fact that his first grandchild had obviously inherited it's grandmother's most annoying habit and decided that it was going to arrive when it was good and bloody well ready. Which meant that …
Cadences – By Nicole R
I did it. Three little words and I felt such a sense of release, of freedom. I shot him. I donít understand the looks of surprise in their eyes, I really donít. I have this overwhelming urge to scream at my three self proclaimed protectors. OH COME ON! I did it once before and under similar …
End Game – By Nicole R
The car drove through the darkness of Salem, headed for the Penthouse Grill. r32;The driver peeked in the mirror at his charges and grimaced. Mr Black was staring out one window while Mrs. Black was staring into space, her hands folded in fists on her lap. Giving his head a shake, he turned on to …
Ends and Begins Again – By Nicole R
John and Steve kept pace banging and yelling, trying from the outside to distract him from her, as if it could have distracted a bull from the red cape in front of it. He had waited a long time for this moment, staring her down over the edge of a gun. Drugs couldnt have given …
Fallen Icons – By Nicole R
She certainly was a beautiful bride as she stood quietly examining her gown. Made of ice blue satin, overlaid with antique lace, it had a sweetheart neckline and a slight train that was guaranteed to have her making the grand entrance. Her hair was pinned up with tiny diamond pins and her only jewelry was …
Here With Me – By Nicole R
She sat quietly, staring up into the inky velvet of the sky that was broken here and there by a million tiny pin pricks of stars. A childhood promise came to her and she softly spoke. “Star light, Star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the …
Life Lines – By Nicole R
John Black was a man not used to waiting. In fact, if his wife had been asked if there was just anything that marred her image of the man she adored, she could have said that waiting was something that he did NOT do well. Glancing at the assorted family and friends gathered for …
Mirror Image – By Nicole R
It's a strange sensation looking at my husband from the safety of my dressing table mirror. John doesn't know that I watch, as he gets ready for the umpteenth party for Titan. There's something in his movements that are undeniably male and that in response sends me into overdrive. But lately, since I got that …
Of Myths and Legends – By Nicole R
Prologue He woke up alone in the bed; the French doors open allowing the moonlight to stream in. He sat up and called her name. Getting no response, he began to panic, calling for her over and over. "I'm here." He came out to find her draped in a sheet from the bed. "Not tired?" …
The Language of Longing – By Nicole R
Watching her sleep, I still find it so hard to believe that she's safe and we're going to be together. Reaching over to the table for some reading material to keep myself awake, I freeze at the cover of the first magazine. It was a picture of two lovely girls, one dressed in …
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