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Zoraida had had a very long and exhausting conversation with Broen - or at least long on her part - as he had asked her to describe in detail everything that had been said and gone on between Aisuke and herself when the man had approached her at Volkov. A conversation that had led to her...

It was a short, ten, maybe fifteen-minute taxi ride from the coffee shop to the hospital, but for Zora it seemed like an eternity. Every stop sign, traffic light or pedestrian crossing only added to her agitation. Today had been a day full of unexpected encounters and surprises, fate put in...

Broen had gotten a new Regalis after Althea fucked off. But that didn't mean he wasn't fuckin' mad still. And Jude had given him the address of the bookstore where some of the proctors of this fucked up game worked. So he was going to take a strip off of these assholes and get something for...

Never let it be said that Broen wasn't self aware. He'd been realizing lately that even with the Headmaster gone, something was broken. He was fucked up. It had come to him during his last big argument with Althea. The thought had crossed his mind. I could always kill myself. It hadn't been a...

Bullet wounds suck. That was a fact that Broen wouldn't try and sugarcoat for himself. But lying in a hospital room, all sterile white with stitches in his side, he was wholly not focused on how much he hurt. His thoughts were split between two different sensations. One thing suddenly returned...

Jude knew it was going to be awful. In fact, pretty much no possible outcome was anything less then terrible. The very best case scenario was still awful. He'd gotten there early, ordered a coffee, and then grabbed a table off against the wall. Broen would show up when he did, and Jude fully...

Dorian never, in his entire life, thought he'd ever be in therapy. Back in the All-Boy's School Boarding House in Glassgow, he could remember little boys who were a little funny. Coped weirdly with their situations. Dorian, school president and admired upperclassman, used to look at those...

Reading this thread isn't recommended, it's going to be heavily sick and explicit. Proceed at your own risk. Jude had been good in Manta Carlos up until now. New and improved, despite not quite mustering the courage to leave his apartment! Go fucking figure. But once his birthday rolled...

Isabella loved clubbing on holidays. The clubs were packed with lonely singles who usually responded to her flirtations with eager fawning to keep her attention. Who wouldn't want to keep her attention? A pretty blonde, in a skimpy little red dress, teasing them with the promise of an amazing...

The red light district was the worst place for stargazing. There were too many neon lights advertising tits and booze, polluting the sky with light and obscuring the void and all of its stars. It was almost as if they grabbed all the heavenly bodies and reshaped it into their image, bending and...

Highly recommend not reading this thread. Pure nonstop garbage. Incest heavy, nasty kinks, sexism, questionable themes all around. Proceed at your own risk. It would be a complete lie to say Jeanette wasn't hoping for a more questionable reaction, visiting Billy today, all glamoured up and...

WARNING: DISTURBING CONTENT. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE EASILY SQUICKED. IT'S VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. Billy "The Butcher" Graham Billy looked at her house from beyond the gate. Perfect family. Four kids. Was all, that white picket fence deal. Her husband was a priest? Heh, did the hubby know how...