T.S. Watkins
Bio
I am a single mom of four who is also a published author! I use writing as a second income to help me raise my kids so every little bit helps! I write Erotic Fantasy novels and poems. if you love my work thank you! I appreciate your time!
Stories (15/0)
Unholy Bonds
“Dusty!” Mom's voice rang out across the lot. We were back at the campus parking lot. Tyler stood moodily by the van as Randall helped unload mom’s wheelchair. As soon as he sat her down in it, she hit the lever propelling herself across the sidewalk to me. “Baby I missed you!” I leaned down, enveloping her in a hug. She always smelled so sweet, like lilac and hand sanitizer.
By T.S. Watkins2 months ago in Fiction
Unholy Bonds
“Dusty, pay attention!” Melissa hissed nudging me sharply, I started blearily. I should have tried to sleep like he said. I was nodding off against my station as the instructor wrote several elaborate problems across the marker board in front of the class. He snapped his ruler against the board sharply as I started dozing off again.
By T.S. Watkins2 months ago in Fiction
Unholy Bonds
I gazed around his room in the dim glow of a small lamp in wonder. The walls were painted a deep navy blue, several bookshelves lined the walls. Standing up, I walked across to the dresser looking at the photographs lined up across the top. That must be their dad, I ran my hand over the faded picture. He looked so much like Darren; they could be brothers. There’s Angelique, she looked younger as she laughed happily at the camera hugging the three boys close. They looked almost the same! I picked it up and looked at the date stamped across the bottom. July 14, 1990, my eyes widened in shock, I wasn’t even born yet! Striding quickly back across the room I sank back down on the bed, they’re older than they say! I sank back against the pillow staring at the ceiling in shock, they did say they aged slower. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly trying to fall asleep and finally gave up after almost an hour.
By T.S. Watkins2 months ago in Fiction
Unholy Bonds
I hunched over the booklet self-consciously, the night replaying endlessly in my mind. Liam is a shapeshifter, they all are. I glanced over at Melissa; she was staring blankly at the page in front of her listlessly writing answers. Liam was prowling across in front of the class watching the students work. Who shot Darren? The bloody scene flashed in front of my eyes and I flinched, dropping my pencil. Liam looked up sharply as I slung my bag over my shoulder and marched out of the class. I need time to think. The mark on my hand burned sharply as I strode out of the room, clenching my hand into a fist I strode quickly to The Cafe and slid into a booth.
By T.S. Watkins2 months ago in Fiction
Unholy Bonds
A well of laughter drifted up to us as we reached the top of the staircase. He shot me an amused grin and pulled me down the stairs. When we reached the kitchen Micah was sitting at the island munching on a beef stick again. Melissa was perched happily in his lap, his cowboy hat pulled low over her mussed hair as she talked animatedly to Darren who was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest.
By T.S. Watkins2 months ago in Filthy
Unholy Bonds
My phone rang suddenly startling me out of my dazed perusal of my reflection in the studio mirror. I didn’t have time to alter the costume at all because we had driven straight to the venue. Tugging vainly at the scrap of fabric barely covering my chest I answered before checking the caller I.D.
By T.S. Watkins2 months ago in Filthy
Unholy Bonds
He got out and came around offering me a hand. I nervously followed him to the front door, gasping in shock as he pulled me through the doorway, holy crow, this place is huge! I looked around at the high arched ceilings, the walls were a muted dark-colored wood, pairing perfectly with a polished white marble floor. He led me through the dim hallways until we got to what looked like a large sitting room. There was a home theater system taking up a large portion of the far wall, a fire crackled in a monstrous fireplace to my left and the rest of the walls were decorated with an assortment of abstract artwork and fashion covers blown up into portraits. I was so engrossed in looking around me I didn’t even notice the two men reclining on the sectional in the middle of the room.
By T.S. Watkins3 months ago in Filthy
Unholy Bonds
I kept my eyes firmly on my book as I listened to the girls whispering behind me. My face was still burning, Liam had hung his jacket on the back of my chair instead of taking it back. insisting I keep it in case I got cold again. So, of course, the other girls were shooting silent daggers at my back.
By T.S. Watkins3 months ago in Filthy
