Rear Window
By Maryanne Peters (with help from Sydney Michelle)

Carla’s and Angela’s townhouse:
“I can’t believe you got hurt again.” Angela looks at Carla with anger in her eyes.

“I didn’t mean too, sweetie. The organization sent one of their nastiest bounty hunters after me.”

Angela looks at Carla and knew that the organization wasn’t ever going to give up on trying to kill Carla for what she has been doing to them. If Carla had never saved her or quit their ranks. They would leave her alone. It also didn’t help that Carla kept blowing their places up and killing their people.

Chapter 21

John had been looking forward to this very moment that he wasn’t about to just get it over with. He was going to savour it as much as he possibly could. These contacts proved to be such a good find. They allowed him to stay anonymous as long as he didn’t give away his voice while still not covering the sissy’s face.

A face even John had to admit was pretty. He had never really noticed it before when Marcy was still Mark but with that nice coating of soft pink lipstick, the pig tails and the way it was completely smooth it definitely had its appeal.

Kelly wakes up the next day. Her arms were sore from all the sanding she did the day before. She gets up and heads towards her private bathroom. She loved the fact that she finally had her bathroom.

After doing her morning routine, she puts on a new romper she bought a few weeks ago. She and Victoria had been out shopping for new clothes. Victoria was helping her adjust to being a normal woman. She wanted to learn as much as she could about women's fashion from
Victoria. Victoria helped her find the right type of bra to wear after she had her breasts reduced.

Sanctuary
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“I know who you are,” said Mother Sophia. His hair hung loose instead of pulled back in a slick ponytail, and he had wispy hairs on what had always been a clean-shaven face, making it just look dirty. But it was unmistakably Esteban Moya, son of Carlos Moya, the dictator recently deposed.

All the work I post here is in its first draft format. I do this so that you can still read what I'm writing and so you have a reason to buy my books when they are edited and published, alongside supporting me as a person of course.

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I swiped on my mother's name in my address book. I stared at myself in the mirror as the phone rang and shakily rubbed a finger on my cheeks where my makeup was ruined.

Chapter 19

The drive back home was pretty uneventful, Lisa just sat behind the wheel smiling ear to ear. She had had an awesome day so far, making out with two gorgeous women and now she would spend some quality time with her sissy boyfriend. Marcy was very worried about that quality time. She hoped for sure that it wouldn’t involve that dildo going up her ass. There was no way she could take that. She only ever had a finger up there.

“Mom, are you sure about this?” Tizzy glances at her mother in the passenger seat of her police car.

She was driving her to the Honolulu Airport, instead of the private airfield they normally used. She knew whoever the men had been a few days ago had left. Tizzy knew government agencies don’t give up that easy on people.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetie. I’ve played this game before.” A grin appears on Cheshire’s face.

“If you say so. So, how long will you be gone, mom?”

A Marvel X-Men Fanfiction starring Wolverine and Jean Grey

I. Sorry Seems to Be Hardest Word

No one wanted to say that one word.
We said a lot of words to each other.
There was a lot of four letter word conjugation—so much one would assume Samuel Jackson would knock on the door and tell us to calm down.

Two vases were thrown. One hit the wall and the other hit me in face.
The one that struck the wall was made of metal.
The one for my head was ceramic or some form of stone.

Gran’s Tale
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

Well, if you want to talk about gangs, and that kind of life, you might be surprised to know that both your grandfather and I, were involved in gangs when we were younger.

I will tell you the story if you like, but do not interrupt me. I should tell you first that the story contains sex, violence and bad language, but nothing much more than what is on TV these days. I am sure that your parents will forgive me.

Raven caresses Clair's arm that was draped over her. They were finally home and the trail of Dr. Heath and his associates was finally over for them. According to what she was told, the jury had returned a quick verdict of guilty on twelve different charges that had been brought against all those involved.

“Watch you doing up there, Amy?” Steve looks up at Amy way up at the top of her mainmast in a bosun's chair.

Amy looks down towards Steve as he stood near her sailboat. She had just finished installing a new light bulb and a radio antenna on her mainmast.

“Replacing a light bulb and installing a new radio antenna.” Amy was glad she got started early on the repairs.

“You’re a better person then I am.” Steve had a fear of heights.

“I love my boat.” Amy starts lowering herself back down to the deck.

Indian Red
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“So, there is family history?” he said. He was playing with my pubic hair.

“Pay attention,” I scolded him. “I will read you some of the early passages from the journal.” I had the copy with me, beside the bed. The original had become too fragile with age. “Now, remember, this was the Battle of Adobe Walls in November 1864, when my grandmother was only 18, and serving in the New Mexico Volunteer Cavalry, which was really just cowboys and gunslingers under army command.”

The Surgeon
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

I know that I have an affliction. I am, after all, a man of science. A physician. A surgeon, and a good one. I know that my urges are abnormal, even aberrant. But urges, by their very nature, do not allow for control by logic.

“Muuuuuuum, do I really need to wear this?”

“Come on sweetheart, it’s only every once in a while.”

“It’s at least four times a year!”

“There’s worse than that. Now hold still so I can…”

“Ouch!”

“I told you to hold still…”

By Julia Michelle

Chapter 1
Stephania is Liberated after many years of service to her cruel step mother and makes some vital decisions on her life

Anthony and Anwyn are preparing for their Wedding. Meanwhile Wesley Caplin escapes from Swansea Jail determined to get revenge on those who have wronged him. With Anwyn and Mark missing, Theresa and Angela have to team up to try and save the day. However now they must face the Moment of Truth, where someone has to take the bullet!

Sissys Reckoning

By Julia Michelle
an abused stepson sissy returns for a little payback to those who took her life as a boy
Warning. This is a very violent story with extreme cruelty, torture and murder. Stephania is not the typical sissy.