Stories from the Cove ~Asa's private desk in the Cove~

[Asa]

See you may think just because I work for you that you own me like you have all those other bimbo's believing but since I make you more money than any of them... When that last patron leaves for the night Lance... You are MINE!

Gabriella Lane grew up fast... At least after her father and step brother were killed. Her mom... If you could call her a mom. Didn't moms give even a remote rats ass about their child's well being health safety and education. Her father had been a cop which her mother hated completely. He was a cop when they met if she hated his job why did she even date him much less marry him and have a family? To say the least the selfish bitch who miraculously carried her for 12 hours shy of nine months made little to no sense. She would always bring up the story that she just had to be born early and ruin her time at some concert for some band that was more drugs than music. Her brother's friends stepped up as brothers to her but could do nothing about her mother beyond a roof over her head when she ran away. It was hanging with them she learned to fight and "hunt" as their "uncle" called it. She knew they were random mob muscle and her beauty and innocent smile helped her get in close to help lure out their targets. It also gained her more attention from every slimy bum her mother brought home from the bar. Another strike against her with the bitch... The fact that even some of the lowest slime of the earth would rather fuck her daughter then her. She was 17 when she realized she could claim power over those that tried to wield power over her. She busted the nose lips and jaw of her mothers latest meal ticket when he tried to rape her right in front of her drunk mother who didn't do anything but sit there and cuss her for him picking her instead. Didn't try to protect her and then when she defended herself she kicked her own daughter out and cradled the filth that had just tried to rape her own flesh and blood. So she packed her bags and took off. Living with her brothers honing her own new found power to dominate and destroy. The destroying got old so after a few years she found herself packing her bags and taking off to have a little fun in the world without always that fun leading to the hit... The kill... The contract. Now at 28 she found herself a "vigilante" of sorts. Turning abusive males into submissive playthings. Most of the time banding them back over to any of their victims who wanted a pet male. She was also getting tired of that. Not the breaking of the arrogant male but always releasing them to someone else. She wanted a plaything of her own. Or maybe she just wanted a place to call home.

Lance Deacon had no idea who he hired when when Gabriella Lane applied for the job of bartender. In four nights a week she pulls in more money for his little personal playden of a dive bar than three servers and the other bartender combined do in a whole week. After the "trial period" he had called her to his office to explain to her just what it meant to work in his bar his world. Simply put you work for him he owns you... And he will enjoy what he owns however he wants whenever he wants.

Gabriella's expression didn't change. Most of the girls get a look of horror or disgust till they see him and what he has to offer. Not Gabriella she just stood there staring through him no fear no horror no disgust no interest... Simply nothing yet she saw more than anyone else. He thought it a challenge as be dropped his jeans kicking them off as he stalked over to her.

That is when things went wildly different. Her eyes sparked with a darkness and power he barely registered before she literally had him by the balls and she finally spoke in a cold emotionless tone that he knew was lethally serious.

I bring this club more money than any bimbo you have out there willing to believe this being owned bullshit. So Lance here is how things will be. From the moment the last patron of this dive pours themselves out the front door... You are MINE! Is that clear? This... Is Mine. During business hours you want those dumb bimbos thinking you own them fine. And hey I might humor you and one in here on occasion during work hours... If I do. I call the shots... Is that clear?

A sudden squeeze and Lance knew he was screwed and quickly agreed just to get her to loosen her grip but she didn't and in a strange way he was glad. This cold commanding woman had more power than he could have imagined and now it seemed he was the one owned. He had no idea what that would mean and again in a strange way that was very powerful.
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{Her "brothers, uncle, and others}

 

[Asa]

 

[Asa]

 

[Veroe]

Asa your PMs are full.

 

[Asa]

Gabriella has plans for Lance

 

[Asa]

Lance Deacon (and image ideas)

Lance Deacon
Looks... Sheer massive size intimidation... And a bar staffed with women he had his pick of. Till he needed a bartender. Enter this curvy little knockout Gabriella. His newest employee and property... After the hands off trial period to make sure she could handle the job... Time to call her up to the office to show her the rest of her new job.

What the Hell what the actual fucking hell? No shock... No fear... No disgust... She doesn't even look impressed no way a little thing like her has survived bigger.

Whoa... Gabriella has a grip... What... I'm hers.... She thinks she is serious... Damn loosen up...please...

Fuck did I just ask...like Lance Deacon has to ask... And why in the hell am I glad she didn't loosen up...

What the hell what the actual hell have I gotten myself into and why in the hell do I want to enjoy in?

 

[Asa]

Gabriella "Uncle and brothers" possible cop plaything and moms ex

Lukas Braddock (youngest brother)
Youngest brother perhaps but one of the most surprisingly violent files.

Caleb Monroe (middle brother)
Uncle's flesh and blood or so the story goes. A real hunger for booze and brawls the protector of the crew.

Actual blood kin to "uncle" allegedly.

The Damiano brothers (possible past lovers of Gabriella)
They were the ones who brought Gabriella in after her step brothers death. Ram always seemed very close to her as did Sebastian. When they weren't at uncle's bar or taking care of trouble it was suspected that one if not both of them were in bed with her at their place. They were her "pets" she could control them better than uncle.

Sebastian (middle brother)

Ramiro aka Ram (eldest brother)

Lance police contact/Gabriella's boyfriend.

Detective Greg Mendez
I saw her rap sheet... I saw her "Uncle" and her "brothers" files. Still there was something about her... And friends or not with Lance I couldn't see him destroy that. Much less if I hook up with her he will hopefully be less likely to cause her to call in her family. If she does there is no one who can protect Lance.

Mom's old boyfriend

Vince Silvestro.
"Imagine my surprise to walk into some dive bar in some worthless town and see little Gabby... Its been over 10 yrs... Maybe we should get "reacquainted"


Uncle

Alexei Monroe.

Russian/Irish.

"Retired" but still the most feared balance between Russian and Irish mobs.
Current job "uncle" and provider to and of some of the most lethal and vicious mob muscle.

 

[Asa]

 

[Asa]

 

[Asa]

Amethyst eyes scanned each chamber they guided her through.

Princess take your time you can select as many as you like for your personal guard your harem and any other task you wish of them.

She made her way back to the first chamber. She walked to each of the men before her. One growled down over her as she stared fearless into his eyes. She however did see the man walking with her begin to raise a whip and stopped him.

No... He shows fire. A fire only a Jaytok pirate. Where were you when the ancients returned to find yourself here?

She stared into his eyes. There was something captivating in the fire in his eyes.

Prisoner of the priest warriors of the Venom Prince.

He spat his words clear be was not impressed with those of royal title and blood.

He will be primary. Allow him to pick whatever finery of clothing and food he wishes and a domain in my personal tower.

She saw the anger try to fade away from his eyes. Seeing the markings on him she chose to show a sign of trust and took veiled preference of those who held markings like him as well as the Jaytok pirates in her own. Thanks for the Jaytok pirate who rescued her grandmother and perhaps was her grandfather. She liked to think it was. She held a different way of looking at things than the rest of her people. She finished her selection as she had the others she chose taken before her primary. Dismissing the council she smiled to her primary and smiled.

I have taken a step of trust choosing those marked like you having faith that my primary will not turn on me.

She was strange. A royal blood being kind... Taking a dangerous leap of faith. He stated at her not realizing be had spoken.

I see you have taken none of the priest warriors nor the Prince's. Yet you selected from those deemed dangerous violent or outsiders... Why My Lady?

A Jaytok pirate and his brother rescued my grandmother in the brutal times of the Venom Prince. They showed love and honor to her so why would I not choose them and you and your people... You are from no race I have seen before. The way you did not fear the presenters whip. You have shown a strength that I know will protect and please me well.

So tell me your name or do I need to give you one? Calling you primary all the time might get a little problematic.

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Since she intentionally chose all of those tatted like him in a way making his people her people she in time will be "marked" like them

 

[Asa]

 

[Asa]

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Jasleena "Leena" Kelly
Writer
Mysteries-Erotic Romance-Paranormal Romance
Artist
Paint-Drawing-Photography

Writing led to art art led to writing. One always led to the other. The image dominating her mind or the words dominating her soul. Little did she know that accepting an invitation to a very unique little town with centuries of literary and artistic history would create the reality for the most dominant boom series she had ever written and give her the reality of the passion love loyalty lust hunger and lovers she had only ever written about​

Two failed marriages... Men she had let herself believe were some form of Mr. Right. They were safe... Artistic in their own minimal way but in time that puny little safe "fire" died and she magically had ended up "too difficult" for their self absorbed little lives. And in all honesty they had simply in time bored her. Was she really so strange and wild of a soul wanting the adventure passion and fire she wrote about. She had seen the touches of herself in the leading ladies of her books and what she wanted maybe deep down in the men in her life arms and bed... Or even at her feet.

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Aleksei stood before those of the town gathered in the tavern.

Tomorrow... The writers arrive... All types... Most will not know of the many secrets in our town. Share the history but not about the many unique races residing here. And for those who know the old legend of the witch of ink... She lives... We have found her and she will be arriving tomorrow. At last we have found the lost power it has been returned to the world.

Leena sat back on the plane thinking over her life she was a witch even though her mother wanted to hide that fact from her. It was hard to hide it after she wrote a paper for creative writing class in school about campfires and one appeared in her room. Then her mind drifted over her failed marriages but she dismissed thoughts of those two idiots quickly as the plane landed in Romania. Next leg of the trip was a 6hour train ride into the heart of the remote area where this little town was situated.

(Primary idea for males is one vampire one were creature - thinking feline - mild FemDom themes possible. Definitely a mmf relationship.)

 

[Asa]

She stood on the flag ship of the Empire now under the rule of a Magistrate. Her uncle had led the empire into the ground on his blood vendetta against her and her grandfather even though she had slaughtered and assassinated her way to the title of "Eldest daughter". She was not however on this ship as a prisoner but needed ally. Sbe knew while everyone was glad to see her uncle finally gone many did still see her as the diabolical monster who destroyed worlds and races with a thought. She was born of the strongest mental abilities in centuries. Now her powers were requested to help hunt the new monsters... Nomadic raiders former soldiers and relocated races and families with no home planets left to return to.

She took a deep breath as the main view screens divided into smaller squares of the flag ships of the other races as well as the rest of the Magistrate's fleet. The commands of the Magistrate were placed before everyone and then he motioned for her to speak.

Looking to the screen she stood tall as she spoke.

I know my presence is unsettling if not angering to many of you but with the task at hand... I don't care. Your leaders and the Magistrate have agreed that my mental abilities are required to hunt down and arrest if not destroy those my uncle's madness has created. And orders directions I feel a fleet needs I will give them and they will be obeyed. Any questions of trusting me remember you all need my aid not the other way around so the question of trust is better directed from me to each of you. For now my instructions are simple... We all travel to the Talagrin border and begin the hunt... Now.

 

[Asa]

 

[Asa]

 

[Asa]

1. To love the Heart of Darkness

2. The Rebel princess

3. Love of the young Gods

4. Alphas Feral Fire

5. Hell hath no fury

6. Falling for the Specialist

7. Love in a warzone

8. Feral Love

9. Ménage Artistic

10. Freedom... For now

 

[Asa]

10 years... Over 10 years... Over a decade of her life as his wife. Accepting his friends many of whom either annoyed her to her very core and others who simply made her skin crawl. She had accepted his female friends who were like sisters to him. None of whom he evenly held any feelings for beyond "family". And then over a decade later she is finding herself in the chamber's of a divorce judge and only offers a shrug of her shoulders when asked her feelings on this decision. She didn't care... She truly didn't care. She didn't want his name she didn't want his money she just wanted to get back to her busy day. The judge however ignored her words at least of not wanting his money and alimony payments were passed down. Not that she needed the money she had been doing quite well during their months of separation.

Once outside of the courthouse she smiled staring up at the blue sky and watching a hawk fly by overhead. Freedom... Farewell to ever having to endure his friends and "family" now she would only deal with those she liked. Now she would live.... Now no more Mr. Rigt bullshit. Now just whichever Mr. Right Now that she chose for however long it ended up being. No more prison sentences adorning her left hand... Ever again. Time for her life her rules her terms a d that was going to start with a nice dinner the male stripper review in town and dancing the night away.

 

[Asa]

Which Forgotten Goddesses book to recreate here on Lit with my own little twist?

 

[Asa]

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Azalee

Her people for centuries had been scattered throughout the world. Immortal... Prized by Gods revered by humans... Feared by Gods and humans. With only a handful of a few hundred or so left of her people they had further scattered themselves hiding in the wild and with these modern humans who had lost the knowledge of who they were or how to spot them. A few of the forgotten gods also lingered among the humans those replaced by other pantheons eons ago.

Azalee had little use for the deities having spent many a lifetime either in their beds willing or not or fighting for them if the price was right or wielding her magics for them as sorceress or witch. The beauty of her people seemed to have blessed her above most which had been a blessing and a curse especially since she loved to fight... Then again some of the Gods seemed to find her ferocity in battle apparently a turn on as well.

To those of a more magical sight her true eyes were amethyst. She had an unsettling presence to most deities which suited her just fine and was in fact a bonus since she was very used to standing against deities of death and destruction.
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Sacred Pit was a run down blood stained roughneck of a bar in the middle of nowhere. The story behind the name was that the old man built the place on top of the charred remains of some ancient ghost town church. The old man may have looked in the face and eyes to be in his 80's at least but the tree trunk arms and massive form and his penchant for literally throwing people causing trouble out his bar by the throat he could easily say he owned the mkst well behaved dive bar in the area if not the world. Most just called him the old man... Humans called him that. Those more than human who knew of his kind called him Vanden. He like several others were of the ancient ones Feralna. If you were more than human of an elder kind and you were in trouble he was the one who could direct you to the proper solution. Which was the case now as he sat at the bar with a younger looking man talking.

Don't say it let me guess... You find yourself in need of a Feralna because you are sure you are next on the radar of that river vermin your pantheon calls a God of death? Now let's see if I can figure out what room in that house you called home... Entertaining eyes that most every woman in here locked on. Built like you were born in a gym and a smile as my bartender sister said straight out of an erotic novel. So Love or lust... Doesn't really matter does it Aphrodite booted you from that job when the Greeks stepped up. Guess they felt the world needed a Goddess for the role of love instead of a man.

I know someone well versed in fighting beings of death. Hell she loves to fight... Yes she! I am not saying she will help you. Nor am I gonna say dropping my name as who sent you will matter either. Azalee has... very little love or respect for deities... Her story to tell not mine but if anyone can protect you... It's her.

With that he gave him the address and wished him the best of luck. He looked over to his sister with a sigh... She's gonna kill me for this isn't she Lania?

The bartender smiled and laughed.

If she can keep handsome there's hands off of her long enough. He may be some dethroned God of Love and Lust but you literally threw that boy into a viper pit little brother. A very beautiful viper pit.

 

[Asa]

Lorelei

She had always been a loner throughout school as far back as she could remember. She never truly fit into any of the typical cliques. Now a writer a d even more of a loner she had unfortunately promised perhaps her only friend throughout school that she would attend the 20 yr reunion. Arriving she realized why she was barely what you would call acquaintances with most of the people in the rented banquet hall. Shayla motioned her over. Perhaps one of if not her only friend throughout school. Shayla could mingle with and get along with anyone. Shayla was busy talking with a couple of guys. She suspected they were husband's of actual students till Shayla introduced them. Lorelei couldn't believe it when Shayla called them by name. The two who seemed to run most of the less common school teams... Martial arts... Gymnastics and the expected football.

Shayla just called this stunning woman over and it's Lore? No fucking way... Gods she hasn't changed at all... Still so real so... Lore. It's asinine looking back we had let ego and rep prevent us from the focus of our dreams back then. Lore was a mystery that most didn't have the guts to solve. However now we are not stupid kids... Easy wasn't what we wanted... They were still all around us. Even more so now in this room since our bank accounts matched our former highschool egos. Nope... We wanted real and we were willing to share it... Maybe?

 

[Asa]

The missing colony... That's what history calls it. However for Gitana, Dominique, Donovan, Natalia, and Alonzo... It was prey. The colonists thought them salvation from Indian raids and to get them safely through the land. But that was far from the plan. Natalia knew of a treasure the "lost colony" had with them proof of those who death had abandoned. Written in the long dead language of her true people.

The leader a strong young woman walked up to the travelers.

Saints be praised Gods has sent you to save us.

Gitana smirked and leveled a sword to the woman's throat.

Gods didn't send me... Your devil did!

With that she walked past the girl as if she wasn't there leading the others to the first sign of food and ate their fill. Various townspeople finding a bit of bold would try to talk to them about helping them fend off the savages and that they would pay for safe passage to more hospitable lands.

The leader of the colonists finally in desperation yell

Will you not help us in payment for the food you have stolen?

Nothing was said by Gitana or the others as she stood up from the barrel she sat on eating an apple. The sword first seemed to simply appear in her hand then just as quickly vanished from her hand into the girls body. Gitana's expressionless face watching the life drain from the girls eyes as the moment she withdrew her blade the others leaped into the fray. Natalia's near banshee like war cry was all that could be heard as the slaughter commenced.

 

[Asa]

 

[Asa]

 

[Asa]

THE CAVERN

In ancient times it was shrouded in the mystery of revealing in times of need a solution kr possible answer to what the heart and soul truly required. As however with all good things darkness and trials must pave the way to insure the soul seeking answers is worthy. Enter a warrior with nothing left to lose. Seeking to find anything that might kill him but death is not what the magics of the cavern have destined for him.

In more modern time the ancient land was deemed cursed and anyone who found it in their possession normally was eager to sell and sell cheap. Enter the newest owner who was not told about the cavern as she was an outsider but was told the area was cursed. She merely wants to get away from the madness of the world and have a place of peace for her art her words and to explore and enjoy... "Cursed" or not.

The magics of the cavern were drawn to the new life in the dwelling that rested above it. The ancient house now held life once more. Quickly the magic centered in one room...the new resident had made it somewhat of a meditation and relaxation room. Much like the alter room it bad been before.

However in the warrior's time no dwelling had been here merely the cave entrance to the cavern and it's magics. The cavern and it's magics did not acknowledge the passing of time the spells caring basis merely knew there were two souls who came to it in need even if they didn't know it and it would permit them to engage time with each other much to their confusion and slowly growing attraction. It will however to begin with only allow them to be face to face if they are in need.

 

[Asa]