A Thief's Honour
[center] A Thief's Honour [/center] Museums, Jet thought, are the worst. Not because of their security measures–no, those were rather laughable, from the sleepy old 'security guard' reading a book at reception, to the out-of-date alarm system. Not...
I Choose...
**I Choose...** The grand temple lived up to its name in every inch. Dominating the hilltop, it overlooked the rest of Pykos and the harbour, one-hundred steps leading up to its massive bronze-stamped front doors. Statues of the twin guardian...
Side Quests
**Side Quests** "Link! Behind you!" Link ducked at the sound of Midna's shout, and felt a breeze whistle past the tips of his ears. Whirling, he kicked out his hind paws at the shadow beast he'd been facing, and leaped at the one who'd attacked him...
Valentines With The Sun
_ **Author's note: ** Wow_, _I really don't know how I managed to grind this story out in two days, but here it is, just in time for the big day. This is my first time writing Yiff, so please be gentle! I hope you enjoy reading this as much...
Truth or Dare
_Author's note: So, this here be my entry for the february contest on AGNPH. It was meant to come out in time for Valentines day, but that didn't quite work out as planned, unfortunately. Still, I think the extra time taken on it has made it a stronger...
Method Acting
**Method Acting** Riptide's heart thundered in his chest. There was nothing quite like being in peril to get one's blood moving. A few meters up the beach, two large men were locked in combat, one bearded, dressed in army fatigues and a...
Dance of Masks
Dance of Masks 15th of March, 1695 My dear friend Matthew, After a long and harrowing journey, I trust you will take heart in the knowledge that I have at last arrived at my destination. Two days travel by ship, and three more by...
Mutual Respect
**Mutual Respect** She was late, according to my _Anne Grautan_ watch—which was always accurate. I glanced across the candlelit tables to the front door of _Appanato,_ just in case she'd appeared since ten seconds ago. But no, the maitre'd was...
Where There's Smoke (Part 1)
**Where There's Smoke** Part 1 Mmm? Oh, hello there, you're the one, aren't you? The journalist who contacted me? Yup, could tell by the hungry look in your eye. Go on, have a seat and order yourself a drink. My treat. No no, it's not a problem—I...
Don't Let The Music Die
**Don't Let the Music Die** How odd the working of the mind could be. Ariette reclined in a plush, fake leather chair, a thick blanket draped across her haunches. A bubbling flute of champagne perched on the tray next to her, along with the most...
Where There's Smoke (Part 2)
**Where There's Smoke** **Part 2** Ah, there's the budding journalist! Welcome back, my friend! Not too hungover I trust? Ha! That's the spirit. Now, settle in with the social lubricant of your choice, and let us continue my curious...
Under Alien Skies
_Author's Note: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual description. If you are under 18, or in some places 21, you should not be reading this, as it will cause you to melt into a puddle. You have been warned. If...