Jack Poignet

Down in the concrete belly of the vault, the glare of the overhead LED panels reflected off the dark, polished glass of the surveillance monitors. Static's fingers were a blur over the mechanical keyboard, producing a sharp, metallic clatter that sounded like small-arms fire in the concrete-lined quiet. "Got a clean crop," Static rasped, his voice high-pitched and humming with adrenaline. He didn't look up as he hit a final, violent keystroke. On the center display, a high-resolut

Thanks a lot! Take you’re time, I’m currently not exactly rushing this… It’s really not a story that’s “writing itself” …

Thanks for noticing that there is indeed some development hidden in the “erotica” content and that it’s not (just) sone random stuff…

The whole story—as planned so far—happens within just a few days. I'm afraid if there was too much progress with Jesse's issues it would be too unbelievable. If Jesse didn't somewhat trust Hank, he'd already be gone by now....

The morning light bled through the wooden slats of the blinds, slicing the shadows into golden bars across the foot of the bed. The first thing Jesse registered was the slow, steady rise and fall beneath his cheek. Hank’s chest was broad, dense, and hot, his breathing a quiet, unbroken rhythm. His arm lay heavy over Jesse’s waist, broad-palmed and relaxed, pinning him comfortably into the mattress while one thick leg rested over Jesse’s shins. Jesse opened his eyes, watching tiny

Yes, I can edit my own chapters, I already did it in small ways quite often. The problem is, that sometimes I wish to merge chapters (eg. Chapters 2 and 3) but of course I can always cut up the new one to match the old structure. More problematic is when I want to split a chapter (eg. Chapter 33 - Skyfall) because the new version runs much longer, has a clear dividing line, and is just „too much“ for one chapter. But I guess I can circumvent this by adding a visible „headline“ in the text. That‘s not quite what GA‘s rules tell you to do, but it could work…

Btw. May I all ask you to rethink your “Story Recommendations”. The system has changed in the last year and those currently empty “0”s at eg. “romantic chemistry” or “”satisfying ending” could use a few points (if you agree)

I didn’t go to Berlin Pride (never been actually) That’s just too large and commercial for my tastes. I even try to avoid Munich Pride nowadays… It used to be great, but it’s also gotten too massive. I’ve done my fair share of proper demonstrations… happy to let the next generation step up for their rights.

Pigsty was meant to be short and end with the Pigsty scene (Is it chapter 3?). But then I was asked to continue because I've put enough background/character development into it to justify it... I hope I can work on it some more soon. The next chapter will start with another sex-scene and then later there's another sex-scene. And then the bad guys are on their way. Maybe it's better to split that chapter... Anyway, I'm trying to decently finish Pigsty. And I've lately done an internal revision of "Lightbringer: Fireborn" and there's already about 75 percent of the following three Lighbringer novels/novella's. I'm stuck on number two, where Lucien is a child. A "gothic horror" story with children is a bit weird to write. But once I've finished to, the rest of Lightbringer should be smooth sailing

Well, I just finished the first revision of BigPaws and I'm quite happy with how I think the book will come out... So I thought I'd give these ladies here another appearance and hint at possible future plot-lines / characters. There's definitely content for a sequel and I'm a bit tired of the other stuff I write at the moment. Fantasy is just more fun. Consider this chapter a little Pick-Me-Up for myself...

The thunder rolled. The Ambilight behind the massive, wall-mounted flat screen slowly shifted through the hues of the dramatic, violent sky. On the screen, the endless loop of the "A Scottish Cavern" mood video finally flickered, and muted into dark stillness. At the center of the room, the ancient obsidian bowl resting on its sleek pedestal swirled one last time. The sister on the right let out a loud, shuddering sniffle. She reached into her lap, pulled a crumpled paper napkin from her po

Just a few weeks back I thought about this story and wondered if I'll ever get to read a finished version. It's been quite a while since I read the first few chapters... glad you pulled through!. Looking forward to reading this very much!

The silence in the Vault didn't just hang in the air; it had teeth. After Static’s confirmation that the scout was in position, the room hadn't collapsed into chaos—it had sharpened into a high-pressure point of total, singular focus. The air felt electrified; the low-frequency thrum of the servers suddenly sounding like a countdown. Static’s fingers hammered against the mechanical keyboard, the sound sharp and erratic against the heavy, lead-lined silence. He didn't look up, his eyes locke

@Mattyboy. It never went out of business, it's just that life gets too busy sometimes... 🤷‍♂️ And at least now I more or less know how to continue the story/wrap it up.

Silence. Only the quiet hum of the HVAC filled the room. Steady and reassuring. It was this absence of his usual terror that finally woke Jesse. For hours and hours, he was submerged, drifting in a depth so profound it had erased all dreams. He came close to the surface once, his eyelids fluttering open to the impenetrable dark. The vault's absolute seal blocked out all light. The only break in the blackness of this box was the faint, deep red-amber pulse from the surveillance console's sta

The muffled thud of the magnetic locks engaging still echoed through the vault with a heavy finality that seemed to suck the very oxygen from the room. As the seal hermetically closed the frame, it severed Jesse from the world above. The outside roar of the storm didn't just fade; it vanished instantly, replaced by a dead, sonic density so thick his own pulse thrummed against his eardrums like a hammer in a pressurized void. Every frequency of the outside world—the wind, the driving rain—was fil

Phew! Looks like I‘m far more critical with this story than you are. But I guess that’s mostly because it was the very first story I‘ve ever written and the middle bit (you‘re now past that already) was a bit slow in hindsight. (I always publish chapters „first draft“ as soon as I have written them, often I only have a very vague idea of what will happen next.)

It’s been some time since I wrote these comments. Thanks so much for answering, your’s is actually the first answer I’ve received to my question/proposal. In the meantime I have released the “romantic” shifter story “BigPaws”. I’m afraid atm I more inclined to write the “Rome” story, but that’ll only happen after I published the second Lightbringer story…

It was tempting to just steer toward a big shoot-out and pretend that this would solve the situation (and be done with the story). Obviously, I've decided to be a bit more ambitious and accept to struggle with writing this story sometimes.

It's kind of an "in-between" chapter, before the others arrive. I've just decided to move some content into the next chapter because I wanted to get this one finally out, but after that things get moving.

A wall of rain battered against the farmhouse. It was midnight, and the stagnant heat had finally surrendered to the drowning weight of the storm. Inside the kitchen, the yellow overhead light hung like a physical weight on the back of Jesse’s neck. Jesse stood by the counter, his 6'2" frame feeling like a neon sign in the middle of the room. He didn't move, but he was vibrating—a fine, high-frequency tremor that rattled the breath in his lungs. His dark, dilated eyes tracked the way Hank’s

I‘ve had some trouble figuring out how to continue after Chapter 11, but I‘ve finally almost finished Chapter 12. Expect it tomorrow or maybe even later today. Hopefully things will become easier after this one…

As you can all tell by the lack of new chapters, I‘m currently struggling with the continuation of this story. There‘s just so much to think about and include. Sure, I could just write a big shoot-out or something like that and say: That‘s it. But that‘s not my ambition. Jesse and Hank should have a mostly believable emotional development and the foster father situation must also be resolved in a satisfying way… Hopefully I‘ll have some ideas on how to align all that soon. The pieces are on the board, I just have to connect them and add a few bits and bolts.

@Jason Rimbaud I’m not certain how much of BigPaws you’ve read (I see your comments go until end of Act 1—which would be a good place to stop), but, just as a hint, the possibly most popular character with my readers seemed to be the vampire 😱

@Jason Rimbaud I promise that there’s a real story going forward… Sure, there will be more sex (an author must keep the promise) but it normally fits in with the story and isn’t excessively long.