Myranda Whitmore: a woman in her mid-thirties, forged of unyielding authority and raw strength. She's the ultimate manipulator—the type no one dares refuse. No one, except her son, Eric Whitmore. At 13, he mirrors her commanding gaze and unblinking resolve, yet tempers it with a sympathy and kindness forever beyond her grasp.

I sat beside my mom as silence filled the car. I really didn’t know what to talk about, I can tell that like always mom was trying her best.
“So, what’s bothering you? I can tell there’s something in your mind,” mom said her eyes on the road and catching me by surprise. Does she know? I mean my mom is very smart and it’s impossible to trick her.

Ever wonder where all those lost socks go? They're right here!

Author's note: I took a long break from this story because I was trying to figure out how to write fighting scenes better, especially since it is a huge part of the story at this time. I think I have come up with a battle sequence that should be intense and fun to read. So I went back to the setup to add more details to getting them armored up. I hope you enjoy the upcoming chapters.

Chapter Four – Girl Forgotten

The final instalment of this story. Will undercover confidential informant Caprice Capshaw find the evidence she needs to support the FBI's conspiracy case against the criminals she is working for? Will FBI agent Julie Sanderson live up to her promise to place Caprice in the witsec program and arrange for her gender reassignment surgery? Will deadbeat cop Bobby Keen turn out to be just another user or will their burgeoning love affair blossom into something permanent? All is revealed.

Prologue: Welcome to Aurelia, Meow!

The package was the type that set off alarm bells in parents’ minds while sending a thrill of excitement through teenagers. Its sleek black cardboard exterior exuded an air of mystery, and the silver foil logo gleamed like a tantalizing mirage, catching the light with an almost hypnotic shimmer: AURELIA ONLINE.

Oh, hello! Please come in, handsome, and don’t mind the cats. But make sure you don’t step on any of them, hard as that may be considering the number currently in my “collection: you don’t want to end up like the last unfortunate fellow to darken my crooked doorway!

Rosa’s Voodoo Repository
Second (Final) Part
by Lin Dale

PART TWO - BEN’S STORY

Chapter 1: The Morning After the Miracle Before

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic.

Rosa’s Voodoo Repository
by Lin Dale

PART ONE – ROSA’S STORY
(The final part, Part Two, is written and will follow shortly)

Chapter 1: A Tale of Two Cupcakes (and One Questionable Decision)

The evening started off better than most. I remember how happy Poppy looked as we sat together in the atrium while guests were being welcomed.

At risk of being too full of myself, I think she was so cheerful that evening because it was the first night we were back working together since she was moved away from the wine room.

"He doesn't look like he belongs here," I'd whispered to her while subtly gesturing to the last guest we'd welcomed with warm smiles.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic.

The Rave Girls’ circle is never broken. It has claimed dancers for centuries—and will for centuries more.

Prologue: Long Before the Neon
Many centuries before the vibrant glow of glow sticks lit up the night, before the pulsing rhythms of bass music filled the air, and long before the vast warehouses became settings for unforgettable gatherings—there existed the timeless circle.

The start of a hair adventure feeding my lifelong interest in slightly femi hair

I’ve been playing around with titles, trying to create a spark that would lead to a story. This one was the title of an old detective novel. It led to a story that fits this time of the year. If there’s a Halloween Contest, consider this my entry.
Marianne.

I was walking along a street I knew well, when something felt odd. I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I just carried on. A few paces on, the feeling went away, and I continued on to my workplace. I immersed myself in my business and forgot all about the feeling.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic.

Matty Caff AI Comic Fantasies: These are independent stand alone AI and Face Swap created comics of fantasy and some personal experience. I use my face in every comic.