Pearl Hollandale tugged at her dress, aiming for the skirt to skim her thighs enough to cover her ass. Checking her lipstick once more in th

Jane Story stood in the dark foyer of her old Bed & Breakfast. The building had been built when Story, Indiana was founded in 1851 as a logg

Bif’s hair stood on end, signifying the time to shift drawing near. Fucking new moon. He gulped down his beer, glaring at the other men and

First Princess Valechka Aurelia wandered the halls of the advisors and honored guests without care. Night had come down upon the palace...