The New Girl at Uskweirs Manor

a pastoral romance by Miriam Robern

A Long-Awaited Visit

Sussex, May 1813

“This is insane.” Theresa Chesterley stood on the other side of the open door that led from Amelia’s Rosedale Room to Chesterley’s Parisian Room.  Her hand was still on the knob; her luggage, freshly delivered, sat in a neat stack behind her.

Part 33

Earn it, how? He had already done more than enough to humiliate and degrade himself. Of course, most of that was from before Julia slipped the cage on him. And Amy was clearly treating it as something separate from the ever increasing amount of leverage she had on him.

He just waited for her to explain. Talking like a girl still wasn’t something that came naturally, even if he was getting more and more used to it after being chastised every time he sounded like a boy.

Chapter 1: A Crazy Idea

Brett lounged on the plush couch, scrolling through his phone as Jenny burst into the room, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Her long, curly brown hair bounced with each step, and her bright smile could light up a room.

She was the epitome of elegance, from her designer heels to her perfectly manicured nails.

This is part 6 of 7 in All-Star Sissy, which is now completed (though I might do more continuations and spinoffs in the future)
If you want to read the last part, read the other stories in this universe, or even commission a story set in this world, check out my patreon:
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Shadowsblade a Whateley Tale: Written by Shadowsblade

Created for war and forged in pain, dealing with demons within and without.

Asher stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his heart racing with anticipation. He had always loved the smooth, sleek look of shaved legs, and today he was enjoying the bliss for himself.

With a deep breath, he began to carefully shave his legs, the cool razor gliding over his skin, revealing the soft, hairless surface beneath.

Chapter 1: The Unexpected
Encounter

Chapter Three

Chapter Two

Taylor so badly wanted to correct her.

I shook my head angrily, dispelling the memory that clung and reeked like Dace’s pinche weed. Through my still-clenched teeth I said, “I’m not seventeen anymore, and you are fucking with the wrong goddam woman!”