Stories

Weeks after battling the Colossus at Washington DC, Ryan thought he could finally relax with his boyfriend, Chris. However, he discovers that they and other Champions from around the world have been selected to test a new breed of Champion soldiers in Japan created from a series of experiments known as Project Labour. They will meet the most powerful Champions from their respective countries, and they will soon discover that nothing is as it appears.

What mysteries will be uncovered?

A story about a returning veteran

What happens when a wealthy man decides his gay son is not enough assurance for the continuance of his legacy?

Everyday we walk through life doing double takes and reliving mirrored events that played before. But why? Keep reading and you will see...

Following their departure from Mexico City, CJ, Owen, and Liebe stop in South Florida to rest and recover before returning to Washington, D.C.

In Key West, they return to Cypress House, the bed and breakfast they had previously visited. Between relaxing and spending time playing in the sun and water, CJ and Owen share their plans for the future with Ritch.

A pirate's lair

Caught unaware what was about to happen, Jacob is kidnapped right outside his hotel, just an hour after arriving in Cape Town, South Africa, in Transit to his family property at the base of Kilimanjaro, Tanzania.

Corporal Cameron Holden moonlights as Liberty, a costumed vigilante who watches over and protects fellow servicemen and the wider public from those that would do them harm. Returning to duty from the incident that gifted him with the powers to become Liberty, Cameron finds himself reassigned as the personal driver to the rugged and handsome Colonel John Haverson.

Cameron will need all his skills to keep the Colonel safe and to keep himself from falling for the older man.

I guess it was my own fault for getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, Jimmy, Toddy, Hog and me, we had been sort of friends since entering year eight in high school, I didn’t smoke tobacco or weed like they did, nor did I drink alcohol, and my school mates seem to accept that, and still let me hang out with them at night on weekends.

Now at the age of 15, I was now being processed to enter a juvenile detention centre for a period of 3 years, for the brutal killing of an elderly man with a baseball bat, the same bat that my mates and I had been using for over a year now in the warehouse, and that’s how they found my prints on the bat.