Kat-Marie

Art by Leah H Williams from Oddyssey.studio Darkwitch Intro The room was dark and relatively quiet. This, so far, has been the strangest auction Zara has been to. It felt like she had been transported into a murder mystery novel from the 1940s. They were in an antique parlor theatre that had been decorated with heavy red velvet curtains. A strange mist hung in the air that smelled of old cigars and bourbon. There were wooden chairs and tables in front of a stage. A bar was off to the right where some people stood in silence, wearing masks and holding drinks. Zara adjusted the mask they had sent her and looked around. It was eerily quiet. Smooth jazz played from an unknown source. She could hear the occasional faint murmuring of patrons. Zara had never been to this building before, she supposed it was easy enough to do in a city as big as this one. When she arrived, she came in through a door tucked between two other establishments on a busy city street. A door ignor...

Charlie (this is a quick short story I wrote for Valentine's day, granted a couple days later but Here it is. Just for fun and just for you. Definitely NSFW xoxo Kat-Marie ) Charlie wasn’t sure why her boss had called a meeting with her suddenly. He very rarely asked to see her, simply barking commands over an intercom or sending her an email was more his modus operandi. It had been for the last 3 years she worked there as his, not too personal, assistant. Mathew Fletcher had never been the personable type, he was always professional and always business. In fact, Charlie was certain that the man never stopped. He hadn’t taken a single vacation since she started here. Charlie managed to maintain what little life she had outside work, Mr. Fletcher never really demanded too much of her. That was, until recently. In the past couple of months, he had been acting strangely. Leaving his office at unpredictable times and simply saying he was going out. He would ask her to do more, ...

Part 2 Ty woke with a smile on his face, which quickly turned to a frown as he felt the bed empty with his outstretched arm. Had it been a dream? He opened his eyes and saw he was still in Karla’s room. So, not a dream, but where was she? Ty sat up and slid into his boxers, walking into the washroom then into the kitchen. Karla was dressed, her hair up and she had set two plates on the kitchen island. She stood staring out her kitchen window dreamily as she toasted bread, her back turned. Ty wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the exposed skin on her neck. He felt goosebumps rise on her skin against his lips, she sighed, turning to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Morning” Karla smiled as he kissed her softly. “Coffee?” she asked “Yes please” he replied. Karla turned to the counter trying to step away but Ty kept his arms around her, moving with her as she got him coffee. Not letting her leave his arms, she chuckled pouring him a cup and turning back to h...