I’m feeling great after beating Paige in the cage, even though I know that her sister, Jolene, and I still have unfinished business. That can wait for another day. Today, I’m doing something good for a change. I’m volunteering with my church women’s group to help fix up theFyre’s Fight Journal — Chapter 19: Peacher’s Wife by FyreCracka
Story Tag: Brawl
Pride – Part 1 by Gradius
Cat’s Paw<Gold Saucer> “It’s not that time already is it?” Hinata asked over a series of loud grunts, scribbling absently on her pad. “Nope, she rotates with that masseuse, remember.” Doreen replied, looking up from the camera, ears closed to the squeals and the occasional shouted encouragement. “They’re just comingPride – Part 1 by Gradius
Timing is Everything by Phoenix Falcone
The mass of female fury careened off the desk, a rush of air washing over them as their combined forms entered freefall. Loud groans erupted from grimaced lips, the carpeted floor of the sweeping 48th floor office providing little cushioning for their heavy landing. Despite the impact, the two enragedTiming is Everything by Phoenix Falcone
Blue Water Harbor 12: Winning Favors by The Scribbler
Anna Sotheby clicked on the dome light on the roof of her silver Nissan Maxima, flipped down the sun visor above the driver’s seat and checked her reflection in the little mirror there. Her shoulder length honey blonde hair framed her broad forehead, high cheekbones and pointed chin. Her eyesBlue Water Harbor 12: Winning Favors by The Scribbler
Blue Water Harbor 11: A Chance Encounter by The Scribbler
Michelle nosed her red Mustang convertible into the small parking lot between the street and the building that squatted on the strip of sand separating it from the beach. She had cruised the length of the street – she didn’t know its name and didn’t much care – and passedBlue Water Harbor 11: A Chance Encounter by The Scribbler
Blue Water Harbor 10: Summer’s End by The Scribbler
Vanessa Carrington turned her red Audi onto the tree-lined boulevard – it was actually named the Boulevard – that ran along the beach front in Blue Water Harbor. It wasn’t the quickest route from her house to David and Jane Masters’ at the western end of the beach, but sheBlue Water Harbor 10: Summer’s End by The Scribbler
Blue Water Harbor 9: Internal Rivalry by The Scribbler
“I can’t believe she’s going through with this,” said Hana Kim to her friends Steffi and Emmy. They lounged on a nest of black leather sofas at Monique Morgaine’s mansion, known as the Eyrie. She swept her waist-length ebony hair forward over one shoulder to avoid trapping it beneath herBlue Water Harbor 9: Internal Rivalry by The Scribbler
Blue Water Harbor 8: Carla by The Scribbler
My name is Carla. It used to be Carla Rousseman, but now it’s just Carla. It’s the same name I was given by my parents, but my Mistress took it from me the day she broke me and made me hers. Then she gave it back to me as aBlue Water Harbor 8: Carla by The Scribbler
Blue Water Harbor 7: Vanessa Carrington by The Scribbler
Sunlight slanted through the trees that overhung the winding road and almost turned it into a tunnel. It was not yet fall but leaves still carpeted the ground, making it difficult to tell where the asphalt ended and the floor of the forest began. Vanessa Carrington slowed her white AudiBlue Water Harbor 7: Vanessa Carrington by The Scribbler
Blue Water Harbor 6: When Opportunity Knocks by The Scribbler
Hana Kim lay spread-eagled on her black beach towel under the afternoon sun. She stretched languorously and smiled to herself beneath the Lakers baseball cap that shaded the big, almond-shaped brown eyes that dominated her heart-shaped face. It was a good day. She had risen late as she always didBlue Water Harbor 6: When Opportunity Knocks by The Scribbler