‘Going to my mother's, Belle is home, she is sick,’ Natalie texted. ‘Just fuck off,’ Greg thought. He drove home and saw the gift Belle left him. It was a watch. He took it out and turned it over and read the inscription. “To my only dad, I love you.” He smiled and walked up to her room. “Make love to me Greg, before we go to dinner,” Belle greeted him, lying naked on her bed, her legs slightly parted and Greg saw the moi...

Gregory White looked at the images, it was an unmistakable confirmation. His laptop had died, and he borrowed his wife’s. He snooped and found all the evidence in her sync folder, uploaded from her phone. She was cheating on him. Logan was two years older than them and had been at school with them. Natalie had gotten pregnant as a teen, days after Greg lost his virginity to her. He was six months older than Natalie. Logic...

Sam lost his wife to a long-time friend and his friend’s buddy on their anniversary, which was the previous night. He was enticed into a bet by Kyle when they played cards, and Sam lost. Sam had known Kyle had a thing for Melissa, his wife but he believed the marriage was rock solid. The stakes were that Sam would stand back and let Kyle attempt to seduce Melissa. Sam had hoped for her to confirm her faithfulness and love...

Slowly I raked the leaves out of the pool, my mind occupied. I heard the chatter of Carlita, my stepdaughter, and Bradley, a supposed friend. They were in the hot tub. It was a cool Saturday morning, and I was getting the pool ready for summer. My name is Clay Newton, and at twenty-four I am a widower. My wife, Sonia, passed away eighteen months ago from cancer. I had married her when Carlita was fifteen. Carlita was eigh...

Damon Green shifted in the seat of his Mercedes. He was a university student, The university was on break. Damon stayed in New York for a few days to vacate his apartment, preparing for Bridget, the girl he loved, to move in with her friend Maisey.  Damon decided that he would ask Bridget to be his girlfriend, she had also declared her love. Damon was rich, he had a trust fund, but also had his investment portfolio, so he...

Daniel Swan looked out across the bay from the bench he sat on. It was a cool early autumn evening, just before eight. He looked at the bunch of white roses in his hand, lifted them, and sniffed them. She was not coming, he knew. Rachel would stay away. He placed the roses on the bench. “See you next month, my darling.” It was his ritual, every month, at eight in the evening on the fourteenth he would place twelve white r...