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28 Varner, 1413 For the record, I am against this. I don’t care how much it is supposed to help. But apparently I have to take the risk of humiliation to get ahead. So here goes. Hi, I’m Claire, and you already knew that. Gods this is stupid… Am I supposed to write these like a letter? Who the fuck am I talking to? It’s not like Mira is ever going to read this. Okay, let’s try this again. How does one start a journal? Dear Journal? Well, if nothing else, I’ve laughed today. T
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Aaron stared at the screen in front of him. He was unable to make out the strange figures written on it, though a few seemed to make sense. And he had the feeling the member of the science fleet knew this. “Captain Mateio was correct in his assessment,” the bipedal dog said. “Your disease is made to replicate itself. The interesting point is your ability, your need, to change your shape in low gravity.” “Mateio took away my replicators, whatever they are called, right?” Itumak asked besi
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This is a subject I have dealt with nearly daily for the past two years. I am not trying to normalize anything, i am merely showing ine culture's solution to a problem many have. Personally, I find it sad that Sarah took the path she did. What you do not see here is the hours of agonizing over her decision, the thought I put into her situation, the steps that the medical professionals put in place to help her. It is a shame I was unable to show all that in the story, but a story is a finite thing, and I am not necessarily able to show everything that happens.
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I am sorry for your losses, and hope I didn't make your pain any worse by posting this chapter.
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Chapter 16 The Morning After
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The sun shone in his eyes, Jordan grumbling as he pulled the covers over his head. Sunlight… He was missing something. With a gasp, the werewolf sat up. He had forgotten to set his alarm early. “Shit… what time is it?” Leaping out of bed, Jordan grabbed his phone. He had no recollection of going to bed the night before. Had Lysander carried him to bed somehow? “Noon?!” the werewolf yelped, looking at the time. Throwing on some pants, the werewolf rushed out of the room, slidi
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It took nearly half the day to reach Mistral, Sinjaro winding his way through the island. His feet were bleeding from numerous small cuts, his tail hanging low. Why was he doing this again? Jimila had given him enough gold to get by for at least the next week. He could probably find a ship to take him back to Auridon, maybe set up camp as a hunter. The Khajiit nearly cried as he spied the bridge heading into the city. Finally he could sit, get some food, sleep. And then buy some boots for hi
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He could hear the sound of the ocean, smell the scent of drying fish in the air. Such a beautiful thing, the ocean. It gave a whole new method of hunting, with spears and nets... Sinjaro’s stomach gurgled loudly and he groaned, sitting up. His head was pounding, an ache like he hadn’t felt since he stopped taking moon-sugar. “The Vestige awakens once again!” “Rajhin kodesh!” Sinjaro yelped, head whipping around. He saw the Prophet standing near a door, the same ghostly visage tha
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In this universe it seems tge opposite is true. Elias was a calico as is Damian.
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Jordan drank another glass of water, feeling frustrated. He’d just blacked out, it wasn’t like he was dying. Yet Lysander had left him at the hospital while he took Damian and the baby back to the apartment. There were other things Jordan could be doing, like picking up food for the baby. But here he sat, alone in another examination room, waiting for a doctor to tell him he was free to go. And there it was, the knock on the door. He set the paper cup aside, glaring as he waited for the door
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He stood over his assailant, blood dripping from his maw. Throwing back his head, Sinjaro let out a triumphant howl, a howl that echoed through the cave. He had finally killed the wolf that made him who he was. It had been nearly a year since he had found himself in Hircine’s Hunting Grounds, a year since he had given his soul to the Daedric Prince in exchange for the power that would allow him to kill the Nord who had attacked him. “The pup becomes a wolf, the hunter hunted, as it shoul
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All this one ever wanted was to be left to his cooking. A born hunter, Sinjaro is known in the ruined fort of Eagle's Strand as one of the best cooks around. But when he is attacked by a werewolf on a hunt, his life changes. A year later, he is finally returning home from the hunt, a successful hunter. Unfortunately, Sinjaro is about to be caught in another hunt, one that could change the fate of Nirn itself
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Oh, he was. But he also knew how it happened.
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Arisa grilled him during the ride to the complex, questions pouring from her like water from a hose. Jordan answered her as best he could, grateful when they finally reached the complex gate. Someone was standing at the gate, body covered by a cloak. Jordan stared at the figure. Who wore a cloak any more? Those had been out of style for centuries. The guard held up his hands as Arisa and Jordan pulled up. “Look, miss, I can’t help you-” “I know he shacked up with a wolf and t
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Lysander drove them to work, smiling at the relaxed look on Jordan’s face. The human was feeling good. Maybe there was something to this whole werewolf sex thing. “So a little birdie told me you were planning a bake sale Damian,” Lysander said. “And no offense to Jordan’s lovely bike, but you won’t be carrying a bunch of biscuits on a motorcycle.” “We know,” Damian said. “We were actually thinking maybe you could help us with your truck?” “Hmm, I’ll have to see if my boyfriends will
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Itumak wasn’t sleeping. Lian felt sure it wasn’t something he had done. The bed was warm, and his master said he had plenty of space. He seemed against Lian leaving the bed. When Thaelin had been unable to sleep, Lian would hold her. But he couldn’t do that to his master. The very thought of it disturbed him. The bed squeaked slightly as Itumak rolled over. The neko’s eyes stared at Lian. Beautiful eyes, those topaz orbs. Maybe holding him wasn’t so disturbing. A hand reached out, ru
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"Headway" giggity... Thank you you inspire me to better my writing.
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Lysander woke Jordan as he got out of bed the next morning. The man watched the shadowy wolf creep out of his room, holding back a low chuckle. It was too late, he was already up. But at least Damian could sleep some more. He was a little more cautious as he crawled out of bed. Heading into the kitchen, Jordan began cooking some eggs, careful to keep any shell from falling in. “Now there’s a nice sight.” Jordan turned, watching Lysander enter the kitchen. “Morning,” he said q
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Lysander met them just outside the apartment, a small smile on his face. Jordan studied the elf as Lysander unlocked the apartment, taking in a small bloodstain on one of his shirt sleeves. “Is everything okay?” Jordan asked. “Oh yeah, just had someone fall in a store, scraped his elbow. Store wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to sue them or something so they called us. It happens all the time,” Lysander shrugged off. “Most exciting thing to happen all morning, which is good in my line
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If you are looking for the perfect balance of story, sex, fluffiness, and humping, this story is it. A nice long tale that I never wanted to end and am constantly rereading. Heart-warming at times and erotic at others, this story has it all. Well worth the read if you enjoy aliens and sex.
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Thank you very much I admit I had forgotten tigers can't purr, still, one cannot deny the pleasures of having a vibrating snuggling companion. We shall see if he snores or not 😛
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“Why the fuck would she do that?” Adan paced around his room, fuming. The day had been long and he was exhausted, but sleep would not come for him. Lady Corin’s actions disturbed him. Was she trying to sow discord between Adan and his father? And would they let this drive a wedge between them? That could be deadly for both of them. “I do not think she is a born noble,” Roku said. “Maybe she did not realize it would cause problems. I did some asking when we met her, and there is no record
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Yeah, I'm trying to figure out WTH Lady Corin was thinking. Hopefully the whole thing can be dealt with satisfactorily.
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Adan coughed, wine running from his mouth. He wiped his mouth, staring at his father in horror. “You want me to do what?!” “It is something you would have to do eventually. I merely think it best if you do it now rather than later.” “Three days as a prince and you want me to find a consort…” Adan shuddered. Roku looked between the two with interest. “Adan, if I may, I believe your father is merely concerned-” “Thank you Roku. I am fully aware of why I should choose a wife
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This is a good note. Thank you.
