In the shadowed bowels of her ancestral castle, perched on a storm-lashed crag in the Swiss Alps, Dr. Victoria Frankenstein had once lived a life of quiet rationality. She was the granddaughter of Viktor Frankenstein, that infamous alchemist of life and death, but unlike the tales whispered in academic circles, she had rejected his legacy as mere superstition—a madman's ravings preserved in dusty tomes she kept locked awa...

Sometimes it’s hard. Working all the time and being all alone. I don’t even have much time to masturbate. My body is yearning to be touched by literally anybody or anything. Sometimes I rub up against anything that will excite my pussy - a bed post, an arm of a chair, or even a bottle of something I find in the car when I’m at a red light. I only wear sexy underwear or no underwear now. It’s the only way to excite myself...

The Mad Scientist's Daughter One night, while in the mood for fun and trouble, Elsa found her way down to the laboratory. A creature of the moment, she had no plan. She rarely did. Instinct was her guide in most affairs, and her instinct told her that both could be found down there. And even if it turned out to be a letdown, it was something to do. She slipped into the passageway and descended the ladder that ran against...

Going for an early evening swim in the stifling summer months is one of my guilty pleasures, and really, it’s only a guilty pleasure because I like to go alone. I know I need to think about my safety and blah blah blah… I’ve heard it all before. People really need to stop worrying so much. I take care to make sure my swims are safe and sensible – never when it’s too dark, or with an injury, on a full stomach or anywhere w...

Crazy. Crazy was a huge understatement. William didn't know quite what to think. He wasn't a believer in demons and the supernatural. There simply wasn't any tangible evidence, as far as he knew. If you had asked him only a week ago if a demon really existed, he would have scoffed, if politely, and ignored the person as a fundamentalist idiot. Now, though, he had been assigned guard duty over an object. He was sure the de...

Night wind howled, chill to the bone. Monstrous legends of fear and fur lurk under the full moon. Yet no fear stopped fair Amelia on one Hallows Eve not forgotten. Entranced by beastly myth, she snuck past the pumpkin patch and crept away from the safety of home. Quiet cold embraced her. Silence save the crunch of leaves and memories led her deeper into the forest's womb. Hot breath fogged. A snarl teased her neck. More h...

“Whoa there, big fella. No dickie. No entry.” Stymied on the veranda, the conflicted monster grunted. With Timewarp blasting through the party’s haze, the monster cautiously scanned the sorority’s grinnin’-and-twinnin’ knob goblins before whipping out little Frankenfurter for inspection. “What unholy thing’s that?” Mary cooed. “It’s fucking green. Balls too. Talk about costume commitment. Sis, I think we have a weiner.” “...

Carolina had a lot on her mind that day. There was her mother, Pilar, who was dying in the hospital. There was her husband, who had gone to speak to Pilar privately and heard something that had unsettled him, for he had not been the same since. And most of all, there were her children, Biel and his younger sister Jordina. Both had been involved in a terrifying incident at a ruined sanitorium, and neither was acting themse...