You are new in town and determined to blend in and keep a low profile. After securing a job at a local coffee shop, you manage to convince everyone that you are a normal human and not an incubus with a dark past. When a human regular at the coffee shop starts taking an interest in you, you can't help falling for her. Just when you become comfortable in your new routine, an unwelcome reminder in the form of your succubus ex struts back into your life. Before she can blow your cover, you must reveal the truth about yourself to the woman you love. Can you form a life for the both of you without your existence getting out and destroying everything you have built?
Hi! I'm John from England! Welcome to my profile. I am normally a jaded cynic, but lately I've been enjoying life more than my usual pessimistic manner might suggest. When I wrote this story, I managed to really delve into myself, my own personality and create a much more positive way of living.
I've seen good writers stop writing for a period when life got in the way or they became too immersed in other projects. I was hoping to avoid that myself, so I've kept this story up dated, to keep it fresh. I hope it's not simply a one -hit wonder. :)
I recently moved away from my daughter's for the first time in 20 years. I now have my own place alone. She works in her own place, which brings a certain amount of normal interaction between us, but I have found that I have been taking a regular commute back and forth, which at the moment would make it one hour each way round trip for her. There are always things she can help with, and also things she can't see, or be a part of. I've had to train myself to try and keep my distance, so that she becomes independent and can construct her own life, at a far more interesting pace. I do love her dearly, but the more I think about her and her friends and how they behave, the more I am convinced that the more affluent and privileged they are become, the more their emotional development seems to lag behind. This has really been brought home to me by her and her friends' rift with me and their parents.
Anyway, that's my little bit of insight into how I got involved with this story. Since I'm just starting again, rather than try and keep a dreamy, romantic image in my head of the relationship, I thought I'd be a real, realistic and gritty story, rather than something that holds back on hard, gritty emotion.
I feel this is only a beginning of a series, and in fact someone has already attempted to edit and post a very much similar story, based on the premise of this story and the first few chapters. However, I am afraid, my idea for this story is much different, but I feel that the core idea of this story is still true and interesting enough to allow publishing of this story.
I hope that this story is at least a little bit enjoyable. If not, I will have to reconsider pressing on with this story.