Cosmik Wolfpack is a playground and laboratory for flash-formed poetry and nanofiction written by The Debtor, a white cisgender male and citizen of the United States.
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A seductively vibrant freelance writer falls squarely into something more sinister and supernatural than otherworldly sexual eccentricities. When a sad, young king is betrothed to the evil sorcerer, the horrid prince of the Jeweled Isles feels happiness.
It is the world of love, a sudden picnic, a private, fantasy world where forty-one friends talk without grieving.
Robert worked. Rae wanted a completely different life. James had expected to see a ranch. Rae did not mess up after her divorce. Robert did not need a little rock and roll. James has enjoyed success as a real estate broker, songwriter, poet and older brother. Rae did not dream of doing evil.
But something happens. Someone evil wants to do things like meet a girl and fall in love. His assignment: to photograph his wife’s closest friends. At the lowest point of despair, he discovers a coarse town full of rough 'n' tumble cowboys, hard-working common folk. Raised by the tall, dark-haired person, he never knew a girl and her pony.
In her Demerol-induced sleep, Jenny loves the witch. She has no choice. Her hobbies are standing with ease and sculpting Satan.
Jenny is so handsome. When her memory returns, she morphs into Robert, a legendary Knight of King Henry VIII’s court.
He is so handsome. He has just rescued a witch from tiny angels. Robert is transported back in time to 1999 and is contracted to kill former Marines in eight states.
Good times, parties, non-ending cash flows, deceit, and of course sexual bliss. You've met her before: a professor of supernatural studies hoping for fantasies and temptations to bind up aching wounds she was dealt from her conniving over-sexed Grandmother.
Shortly after returning home from a visit with a Diva with an attitude, she attempts to capture the shadows and voices of her villainous and recognizable power. Erotica runs free and sexual pleasure is endured!