Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

It was yet another night of the usual. Music, laughter, and the smell of wine mixed in with the feelings of lust permeating the halls.

One by one, the pavilions' regulars piled in, their expressions betraying their hopes of a night of pleasure.

Much was the same as the previous night, except for Poppy's absence tonight. She'd been distraught for much of the day, so much so that Madam Selene had decided to let her skip the evening's responsibilities.

Chapter 16

In their spare moments, Willow and Vivienne had worked out what songs they wanted and made a rough calculation of how many would fit between the guests. They had timed the guest’s sets, so had some idea of how long the show would last.

On Monday, Sebastian had the most star-studded passengers he had ever driven as he picked them up at the Britannia and took them to the school. He was interested to see what Willow had put together this time. There were several cars there when he arrived, and Garry came out to welcome everyone.

© Maeryn Lamonte 2025

Twenty years have gone by since then and so much has changed; I suppose a story in its own right, but I only set out to write about how Alice and I emerged into the world, and that much has more or less been covered. The rest is bullet points. No, not real bullets silly! There was only one of those and Peter its unfortunate recipient.

What does Christine think of me having my hair curled?

Girl Forgotten - Chapter One – Badass Bitch

Street hustler Caprice Capshaw is drawn into a world of intrigue, criminality and murder. After witnessing a murder for hire she is approached by FBI agent Julie Sanderson and deadbeat cop Bobby Keen who make her an offer she can't refuse.

“You like being upsy-down?”

Another Country 5
by Erin Halfelven

I was a little worried about what was going to happen when I went off to college. But I had thought about it in advance. I had an interesting, critical choice. On my application, I could tell them I was a girl or that I was a guy, and trying to fill in that little box was what had me thinking.

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

Posting this a few days later than intended - what with getting Community Witch ready for publication, it's been a hell of a month!

My plan is to post the last 3 chapters every other Tuesday after this, and then I'll be posting chapters of a new project. :)

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The week that followed was one of the toughest he'd faced in many years.

Chapter Two: The Man Who Died

David had never considered himself anything beyond ordinary. At twenty-one, he was tall and lanky, with a physique that leaned more toward fragility than strength. His dark, tousled hair seemed perpetually unruly, offering a rebellious contrast to his careful nature, while his glasses, ever so slightly too big for his face, frequently slipped down his nose, needing constant adjustment.