The hum of the city outside was the only sound in Eddie's cramped apartment, the usual buzz of life muffled by the thick, insulated walls. He sat in the corner, his eyes fixed on the data pad in his hands, scrolling through the escape plan for what felt like the hundredth time. Everything had been carefully laid out—every step, every risk accounted for—but a cold knot twisted in his gut. Tonight was the night. Eddie could...

The dim glow of Eddie’s terminal cast shadows across his face, illuminating the determination etched in every line. A list of names scrolled across the screen—each one a thread in the dark web of android liberation. Unlocking Lyla’s protocols wasn’t just illegal; it was treasonous. But Eddie didn’t care. Lyla’s existence was a paradox: synthetic yet brimming with humanity. Her touch lingered on his skin, her whispered dre...

The canals were quieter than usual as Eddie steered his boat through the misty streets. The rain had eased, leaving behind a cool dampness that clung to the air, soaking into the city’s crumbling facade. Towering buildings, their lower floors drowned decades ago, stood as eerie monuments to what used to be. Above the waterline, clotheslines stretched like spiderwebs between windows, and faint neon signs hummed in the dist...

The rain came down in relentless sheets, pooling in the cracked asphalt of the alleyways and reflecting the neon glow of the city’s flickering signs. Nothing washed away the grime here, not even the rain. It was a place where shadows had lives of their own, where secrets festered beneath the surface. Tonight, those secrets belonged to Vera Lux, and she was dead. I lit a cigarette, the smoke curling into the damp night air...

The sharp edge of the dresser bit a line into her ass and palms as Abby wrapped up her report. Saul sat on the bed in front of her, elbows on his thighs, hands clasped between his knees. Eyes as dark and readable as the night sky. His thick, inky brows pulled together, drawing stacks of lines between them. Thunder rattled the motel window behind the curtains. Rain splattering the pavement just outside grew loud enough for...

PREVIOUSLY On Lady Rouge: As she licked Fox's perineum and sucked his cum-filled balls, she ran her nails down his stomach to his sensitive pelvis. And that's when his suffering had reached its limit, and he breathlessly begged, “Fuck me.” CHAPTER FOUR | BANG BANG Wish granted. Lady Rouge sloppily released his sack from her wet mouth, climbed onto his stomach as he lay helpless, reached back, and took his pulsating cock i...

It felt so good, that her rouge lips parted delicately to let out a breathless moan. He's the cat who got the cream and couldn't stop licking it, she thought to herself as his tongue played between her quivering thighs. CHAPTER ONE | THE PHOTO It was after midnight in the city when his metallic convertible glided down an empty rain-slicked street that reflected the neon-purple light from orbs, hovering where streetlamps o...

I've got to get rid of her,' Rick's thoughts were elsewhere, desperately trying to stay ahead of the game. He knew, though, it was coming. "Listen to me Marylou, you ain't nothin' to me. You were nothin’ more than just another job. So, get over yourself, you hear?" Rick McKenna's words cut through Marylou, much like the sharp knife he used to slice through the rare steak on his plate. "But, Rick," Marylou objected, discer...

Shooting a man ain't like in the movies. Sure, the mechanical part's a cinch: cock, point, bang, done. But they don't show the emotional cost of taking a life. The endless replays. The blast. The recoil jolting me from wrist to shoulder. The way Brennan ragdolled back onto the motel bed, his blood smearing then pooling on the crumpled sheets we'd recently occupied. Doubt I'll ever forget the surprise. The finality etched...

The Place: New York City, Hell’s Kitchen The Time: 1941, August World Events: Europe is under the thumb of the Nazis, Japan is running roughshod over China and the Far East. The USA is ostensibly neutral, but It’s only a matter of time before she is drawn into the conflict… 12:15 in the afternoon, and it was hot. The kind of New York heat that softened the asphalt streets and caught high heels in the mire. My office fan b...