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Loner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia, Part 6
LUCIA "I heard about what happened. Are you alright?" Dolly's voice filled her ears as Lucia continued to stare out into the night sky through the opened window. Her head had been stuck to her pillow since she left Cass and his fiancé to talk amongst themselves in the beach house. The rest of her guests were enjoying their movie in the living room and Lucia was in no mood to join them. She'd done a horrible thing, allowing that woman into her home, hurting Cass further than what Vivian already had. Lucia had no idea who she was when she called but she ended up doing some research on her name just in case she was someone who Cass wanted to stay away from. It was nothing new to her. People stayed at the retreat all the time who needed a break from their lives, but Cass was different. Yes, he was just as damaged as the rest of them, but he wasn't lost or lonely. He'd been the only one who'd had a purpose here at Loner's Retreat. And that purpose was to take her home away from her.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia, Part 3
CASSIAN Waking up to the smell of an ocean breeze instead of his assistant Francesco's badgering voice substituting an alarm was something Cassian could definitely get used to. The heat hadn't reached its peak yet, since it was still early in the morning according to Cassian's expensive wrist watch. Going for his usual morning jog would be a good idea if staying in this bed with a perfect view of the beach weren't so appealing. But he had to get up and face today's challenges. Which included getting more background on his gracious host. The one who caused him to toss and turn all night with inappropriate thoughts about her.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
First Date
He's on yet another first date. It's been nice enough though a bit mundane. She's pretty, sweet, polite, conversation flowed but if he is honest with himself, there isn't that much sexual chemistry. As the date is finishing up, he's pondering who to call from his contacts for a decent fuck.
By Sonya Robertson8 years ago in Filthy
Night Queen
Chapter 1 England: 1714 My name is Emily Watson and my story begins over 300 yrs. ago. The year was 1714, I lived in England at the time, and at 16 my parents wasted no time having the eldest married off.My life was never exciting, it was never boring either. King George I of Great Britain and Ireland reigned and my choices became limited. Where most girls would be practicing music around this age or sewing, I stayed home making sure my home stayed up to par. My husband's name was Quentin Watson Duke of Cornwall 35 and from what I understand very lucky with the ladies. Becoming his wife hurt me to my heart. Before I was introduced to Quentin my heart belonged and still belongs to my best friend and lover Raphael Lake, heir to his own sort of kingdom. You see Raphael is a vampire……only I knew of that, of his secret. Heir to the Lake Family Crown, and soon to be King of all Vampires. His love for me began when I was only 10 ever since then he's never left my side for a moment. Raphael was changed before he turned 18, but beforehand I knew him to be my best friend and in some cases my lover. When he was changed he was sick from an illness ,his adoptive father changed him and from that day on Raphael was a vampire. His real mother almost cried when her son became a child of the night. She eventually accepted it and dealt with her sons' choice. When I found out I was sort of scared at first but in time he showed me things I thought could never be humanly possible. Changed at the age of 17, he's always stayed by my side, even before he was changed and after. He remained ageless, waiting for the day he could change me himself to a child of the night. When he heard of my forced marriage to Lord Watson, his world came crashing down. I would see him sooner after the first few nights of my marriage with Quentin. We laughed when I told him of how Quentin was distorted when he found out I no longer was a virgin. I could see it in Raphael's eyes that night that he would go back in time in order of replaying that first time with me. Truth be known I would too. The months and years we spent together were in secret and only in secret did we keep our love going. When Quentin left for group meeting and invitations. I remained home; his excuse for not bringing me along was that its men business and no women should be around so many men. Behind closed doors, I have been abused and forced to consent to do his bidding. When he did leave Raphael would come through servants' quarters to find me. One thing about my servants they always kept quiet about what happened when the master was away, truth be known they liked to see Raphael a lot and did not care much for Quentin.A knock at my bedroom door while brushing my hair startled me, in walked the head maid Lucy. "forgive the intrusion madam, Raphael Lake is here to see you" Behind her, I could see his broad stature and ice blue eyes, long black hair and perfect white teeth. It was him my prince, my love. "Show him in".
By Keke Carter8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Cassian & Lucia, Part 2
LUCIA "I thought you quit smoking," Dylan Lopez, the best cook Lucia knew, commented as she blew smoke rings out of her mouth and she let him inside her shack. She glanced at the man leaning against her closed door as she put her cigarette out into the ashtray and smirked. He came for his usual fix, something he claimed only she could give him. Lucia would be more than happy to oblige if her mind weren't occupied with other things. Such as how she was going to come up with thirty-grand by the end of the month, convincing the bank to give her an extension, and the mysterious man named Cass who'd awakened something in her she didn't even know she had. She could fuck Dylan every night and not feel a thing. Most women would kill for that kind of ability. For Lucia, it was a trait passed down through the women in her family. The men usually suffered because of it.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Lovers Weekend Away - 8
The weekend's over, we made it home... back to our real lives, back to our real spouses. You sigh deeply thinking back on the weekend. You’re a little raw and a little sore, but incredibly satisfied. You climb into bed, laying your head on the pillow and think about us.
By JLM fantasies8 years ago in Filthy
Bound to Her Body: The Finale. Top Story - November 2017.
If Fiona could describe the last year in one word, it would be lonely. As soon as Fiona had bargained with Marcel for freedom, she ended up getting the short end of the stick. Marcel had let the rest of them go, including Kristella, in exchange for Fiona's surrender to him. Someone had to appease the powers that be that funded Marcel's company, and of course that person had to be her. She'd like to think it was all worth it — losing her job, her purpose, her own freedom — but as she sat there, bored to death in a cell with two other women, Fiona kicked herself for letting her emotions get the best of her. Fiona Duvalle was once one of the most praised bounty hunters in bounty hunter history, and look at her now, rotting in prison for five years. With any luck, she'd be released early for good behavior, but knowing herself, Fiona understood in order to keep herself sane in this tiny cell, she'd have to go back to her old ways. And she also had to stop thinking about the woman that made her end up here to begin with.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
Bound to Her Body: Part 5
You could put a potato sack over Kristella Del Monte's body and she'd still look stunning. Her natural beauty was what Marcel had been attracted to initially. Or so he claimed. Fiona suspected it had to do with her ability to melt you down into a puddle of unfiltered arousal with just one smoldering look from her hazel eyes. He never mentioned why they went their separate ways but since she was now in hiding, and still underneath his protection, Fiona had a feeling Marcel had gotten over his head and Kristella was now paying for it.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Runt That Got Rejected 1
Amelia James' P.O.V The music was so loud that I couldn't hear myself think at all. I watched my two best friends, Maggie Coral and Nikki Andrews, dance with some random guys. I stood by a keg, feeling not wanted because everyone looked at me like the runt since I was only 4'10" without my heels.
By Kora Darden8 years ago in Filthy
Bound to Her Body: Part 4
"How much time do we have until Marcel comes after us?" Joe inquired, as he stood against the doorway of Fiona's bedroom while she cleaned out her guns on her desk. Marcel probably got word of the chaos she left behind as they all escaped Gavin's compound and was trying to narrow down her location using the GPS he had installed himself in her car. The warehouse where he operated from was a good two hours away from the safe house. Fiona figured they'd have that exact amount of time before Marcel tried to fight his way into her fortress.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
