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Jessy entered the kitchen and stopped in surprise. She had just heard Dante and Aunt Alice talking, and now they were both gone. And she hadn't been able to find Grandpa before either. The house was big, but it wasn't supposed to eat people. She scowled, then nearly ran into Ma when she stepped into the kitchen with a clipboard and a deeply furrowed brow. "Oops, Jessy, slow down," she muttered, moving Jessy aside. "Ma, have you seen Grandpa? Or Dante?" She twirled a curl around he

I'm not sure I fully get your comment. But this is just a short story about letting friends and traditions and even grief go.

Dear Britney like to play with her power and who is there to contradict her? Even her mother/matriarch would need a real reason to get involved in how she punishes a slave. (Yes, it might be debatable how justified this is since he technically still a minor, but on the other hand his victim was a minor too, plus he's trained as pleasure slave as was pointed out. And I don't think Caroly has really the will to deal with this shit.) Can't disagree here.

And here we are. Dante just came to the thought those guys are his family and now... This is not the last we heard of it, of course.

Since the beginning of time, one question has been heatedly debated: whether men should be allowed to have sex with each other. While some point to creation, according to which men were made to serve women, others point to the sons of the Great Mother, who 'fuck like rabbits' without punishment. The answer has shifted in favor of male lust over time, mostly due to prolonged wars in which increased prayers were made to Ares, Dante, and Deimos. Especially during such times, it was popular to belie

@centexhairysub You raised a couple good questions and I hope next chapter we will answer them all. (Really, this case is taking a completely different turn than I planned, send help! 😂)

~The Cursebreaker~ The small cabin in the far corner of the property we owned was by no means blessed with good fortune. My great-grandfather had given one of his cousins permission to build a place to stay after his release from prison, and since then the cabin had had only dubious occupants. The current one, Peter, a distant cousin on my grandmother's side, was no exception. A voyeur and stalker who had driven my mom away from Quincefield to Ashmill in the first place; why Uncle C

She has her moments... Dante is in need of having quite a few conversations. They are lining up... Let's hope no one forgets how to handle such a thing. 😅 Your time will come...

When Dante was eventually able to stop crying, he felt strangely empty. Exhausted. Almost numb. Blaise handed him a tissue and he wiped tears and snot from his face before blowing his nose. He would have preferred to take a hot shower and then crawl into bed. When footsteps sounded, he looked up, meeting Tom's serious gaze; Frank kept to the background, his face strangely contorted in defiance, massaging his finger stumps. Dante sniffled, about to say something, but then Tom held out his ha

Very interesting questions indeed. "You can leave the port quarter, but the port quarter will never leave you." Oh no, it's stated that no faces are allowed. I mean, he was already part of an art exhibition, but this time he has a choice... It probably depends even on Ellen's exact plans for the photo. We will see, I would say.

Big emphasis on IF in this sentence. I mean, you don't know everything either The really nice juicy things will come up later. Sounds like a wise decision. I know what you mean. There are those mother-son-undertones, but still a certain distance, and some fear to cross this distance, but lots of love... ❤️

I can tell you already now, this will become a problem. The way John sees Dante, I mean. It might take a while, but I believe Danica will warm to the idea of Dante being who and how he is. It's difficult to convey a proper character image in such a small glimpse, but the most important parts got conveyed, I would say 😅

Remy thought it was a decidedly bad idea. No, it was a shit idea, plain and simple, and the fact that Marc had been displaying a grim expression since they got in the car didn't make it any better. Why am I doing this, actually? "Next left," Marc muttered. With clammy fingers, Remy turned the steering wheel, turned into the port quarter. Into Black Hawk territory. Here on the edge, the neighborhood looked like any other, and the main street they drove down was lined with apartment

Well we're in Gianna '72 (January of said year) and in Inara (September) '76 is the earliest possible way Dante can be freed. Danica is expecting him to contact her as soon as he's freed, just to spite her.

That would be below her. She might be a cold bitch, but not of the scheming kind. I think deep down she is hurt, yes, but proud of him. And she's looking forward for seeing him free. I mean, we don't know how she really feels about all those rigid traditions about sending the sons away and such. Might be this is her way to cope.

Disappointed. It had taken the hours-long car ride, spent in cold silence, to find a suitable word. "I found Dante," Danica had said as they drove north the day before. "We'll bring him home." It had been like a promise when they had left from the small hotel where they had spent the night. Well. So much for that. After Dante's childhood had ended when he was twelve, and with it his dancing lessons, John had rarely seen his son. At the occasional event or party, but always on

Right? Something is off... Some scheming within the coven? Sounds interesting... Answers to all that in the next chapter Oh my god 😅 I mean, I thought this would turn out longer, but I don't want to ramble, ya know?

I don't think he would agree when I call the coven part of his family, but somehow it is. Bridget might be his great-cousin but she tought him a lot, he's closer to her than he would ever admit. So, yeah, some dirty play within the coven - even just as a thought/possibility right now - hurts. Me too 🤣 this story developed completely different than I had initially planned. Talk about characters having their own mind. But I am positive I can wrap this up in the next chapter (and then of course we get an epilogue). ❤️

~The Cursebreaker~ The short night and the crappy weather had taken their toll on me, but Vee didn't look like she was having a good day either when we left the medical examiner's office. The lab was the closest destination, so we headed there first and were greeted by an incredibly tired Josy and a much more awake Simon. “Anything interesting yet?” Vee wanted to know immediately, and they both shook their heads. I suppressed a sigh, because I hadn't expected anything else.

Depends. Loved slaves, like partners/fathers/brothers or otherwise honored/respected members of the household are kept at home and get cared for there as long as possible. (Like Miss Carolyn got home Adam to die at home at the farm.) Then there is the possibility of retirement/nursing homes. They are expensive, though, and for the loved ones most times the very last choice. An average slave will be send to such a home often enough as soon as he has "expired" and there is no else kind of work for him. The mistress pays a fee for a couple of weeks/months and then they get a gentle deadly injection. Some of those kind of homes support a sort of teaching programm, where the old slaves (if they are still able to) teach boys some of the stuff they know. Lowers the fees and prolongs their life. I said it before, regarding Tom: he may look like the classic bully but he is not. We will hear about his reasons, or rather, there is a bomb going to drop which will explain a lot of things. Including Frank's behaviour. The fuse is already sizzling... Quite simple, the son can say no, as Dante did. It's one of the few choices a man can actively make. The whole thing has of course safety rules so the women can't abuse the law. The mother goes to the mistress and lays claims to her son, the son can say yes or no. If he says yes, his mistress has to eat shit, because the mother doesn't pay a dime. But the mother has to keep the son now for at least 5 years before she can resell him and she can claim her son for a second time only 10 years later again, in total not more than 2 times during his life. Danica told Ellen in their conversation that she was keeping an eye on Dante for a while and wanted him for John. John was a professional ballett dancer, had recently several surgeries, can't drive anymore and in general has some health problems. Her claim in this regard is real. Normally the Sapphires took back the grown son as soon as he came of age, and while we never get a full explanation, one of the reasons Danica didn't do so is Dante's sister Daphne. We will meet her in an Another Time chapter soon (it's showing John's reaction after this meeting). Danica was worried for the relationship of the siblings, how their characters would clash and cause problems (in short form). And probably she was even worried about the public image. A hothead, stubborn and proud, with a big mouth, fighting his mother and sisters on some important event? Might not go down well... Looks like he has found his place... ❤️ We will see a lot more of Blaise in the near future... And yes, he has his moments

When Dante awoke, he was terribly disoriented for a moment. In a very strange position, somewhere between sitting and Iying he was glued to someone and- Sawyer. The armchair. At some point during Tom's raunchy story, he must have fallen asleep, but it was a mystery to him why they hadn't woken him. Instead, Sawyer had even stayed with him and they were wrapped in a fluffy blanket. Sawyer still seemed to be asleep- it was a miracle he could even breathe properly with Dante's weight on his chest-

@centexhairysub I've read enough werewolf stories to believe nothing can keep them from following their instincts. But this here is just a small prompt-based one-shot, so do with the lore as you please 😉

Alex stared into the darkness, where shadows were moving. It was still two hours till dawn, but the three nights of full moon were over. Still, he didn’t dare to leave the house. Not one tiny step out on the back porch till he was sure that Max had shifted back. As if he were about to shift as well, a hard shudder and goosebumps ran over Alex’s body. No one deserved to live with this curse, but the whole world bowed to it. At least every full moon. The shadowy figure out in the backy

@centexhairysub To be honest, I'm normally writing on the darker side of realistic, so if I'm too something while trying for the fluffy side, please forgive me. 😅 Though I do know some people who are like this. Not many, but they exist. And yes, Kevin needs to find some confidence and gain some sense of self-worth.

A weird and probably unnecessary feeling of being late struck Kevin, when he walked up the steps of the front veranda of Tom’s house. Kevin’s second pumpkin sat there on one side of the big bowl with the sweets for the trick-or-treat-kids, its mouth carved fantastically traditional yet it looked like a bat. On the other side sat Tom’s pumpkin, an awesome cat-head cut into it. He must have done it while Kevin was away. For a long second, Kevin could only stare in awe, then he pulled himself