Gentleman Stories

In the pulsing heart of a high-end gym, the clanging of weights and the low hum of treadmills play a rhythmic soundtrack. Amidst the sheen of polished chrome and the smell of rubbed-down leather, a striking figure stands out. Clad in fitted workout gear that accentuates every ripple and curve, a young man with the refined poise of an alpha moves through his routine with purpose, his every action fluid poetry. This twenty-...

As Victoria stood behind the bar, finishing the last of her checks to ensure that everything was in place, she glanced at the time. Five minutes and the doors would open. She looked down at her body. It seemed strange: to her eyes she appeared dressed, yet she knew she was only wearing a thong and heels. The air conditioning inside the club didn't help. Her nipples stood out quite clearly, despite Martin's paintwork. Fina...

Three weeks had passed since Victoria's first night at "Sapphire Dreams." By now she was competent behind the bar and Mike had been full of praise and appreciation for all she did. He had become more of a friend than a boss. Victoria looked at the clock, still only midday on a Friday. She heard her phone ringing in her handbag, and went to the office supplies cupboard to answer it. "Hello Mike," she said with a slight smi...

Victoria was sifting through the job vacancies in the local newspaper. She already worked in an office, but the cost of living in London was more than she imagined possible and she needed a little extra money and so had decided to look for a second job in one of the capital's many bars or clubs. After thirty minutes of trawling through the paper, circling possibilities with the part-chewed biro in her hand, she saw a smal...

(This is more like a build-up for chapter three, seeing as though I have neglected you guys, Chapter 3 will be here soon, I had intended it the be a really big chapter 2 but the would be over 5000 words... so it will this will be a little tease for my readers, Enjoy) Jakoda stared at the handwritten note on her dresser; Proof that the events last night had been real, her childhood friend was a Vampire. She had been seduce...

Jakoda ran though the bushes; the leaves and twigs scraping across her pale skin, small lines of Blood were running down her arms. Her attacker was getting closer, she could feel it.  Zig Zaging through the trees, she tripped spraining her ankle. She tried to get back up, but the pain shot her down again. She was trapped, with no way out. Less then a minute later, she heard the hurried footsteps of her attacker and she tu...