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Abuse Me Anal

The System that I abused

Heh... Looks like I'm finally dead. My streak has ended with one. last. kill. You know, I just want to come back to life. I want to be good this time. I never knew the benefits of being a good guy. I want to feel the pleasure, the sincere goodness of what it feels like to be liked by the people around you. Hah... All I ever had were my goons who followed whatever order I gave them. They didn't like me. They were scared of me. At least I gave it my all, and they respected me, not for personality or whatever. More like, the sheer terror of what I'm capable of. Now, I'm dead. They'll just take over my spot and have fun for once. Now I can rest in complete silence as the world starts to crumble, piece by piece... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ John Hill. A world-class criminal, who has been on the run since the age of 11. His first heinous act was stealing some money out of a cash register. Of course, he was caught. Being the simple 11 years old he was, he got let go. John talked with his parents about how stealing was bad and that you could go to jail. All those words, in John's mind, were all funny words. He didn't care if he went to jail, he didn't care if it was bad. All he wanted to do was to have some fun. So... He began stealing again. This time, to not get caught, he developed tactics. He wrote down specific times when a guard or cashier went off duty. He kept track of his victims and knew when to strike. This made him smarter than the average human being. Though he didn't go to school, he was self-taught with books he stole from the library. He was infamous. Everyone around the world knew who he was and they were scared. Someone at the age of 11 shouldn't know how to rob banks, or break into safes, or learn how to drive a car? Then at the age of 26, we started his own gang of hooligans. They robbed banks, toppled many famous industries, and had their own private drug company that was known world-wide by only the underground. And on that day, at the famous new Titanos Bank, is where it all went down... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first novel and I hope you guys ( the audience ) enjoy it. If you don't find it appealing, do tell me. I will do anything in my skills to up the story, keeping it nice and firm, while making it very interesting for all those alike. If you enjoy it, please do think about leaving reviews, voting, or sharing it to others. I appreciate those who consider reading this novel, and I hope to see you all till the very end. - Author
JadeComp · 5.2K Views

The Soccer in Me

Marcus Jones was a passionate soccer enthusiast who found himself in the afterlife with another chance; haunted by the memories of a painful life and driven by an unrelenting passion for the game, Marcus chose a second chance to fulfill his dreams. As he navigates a world of selfish clubs and soccer prodigies, he realizes that soccer is not merely a sport but the grandest stage in the pursuit of dreams that transcend the boundaries of human capability. Guided by his undying love for the game, Marcus confronts the challenges that thwart his journey to greatness. "The Soccer in Me" explores the themes of pursuing dreams, second chances, and cherishing life as Marcus Jones grapples with his past, embraces his present, and strives for a future where the echoes of the past propel him toward a destiny that transcends the confines of mortal existence. In a world where the pitch becomes humanity's battleground, and love defies constraint, Marcus learns that every kick, every goal, and every heartbeat is a step closer to the eternity of his dreams. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author: I am trying to dip my toes into the idea of writing, so constructive ideas or corrections is greatly appreciated. Just know that to repost a chapter messes up the book in people's Libraries, so any mistake you find I will correct on my Original Document, but will not be posted on Webnovel until I finish the novel and repost the whole thing with all the edits. - Expect Chapters to be anywhere between 500-800 words, obviously it could go over, but the minimum will always be 500. - I do not have a set schedule for posting, but I want to try at least once a week. - There will be elements of Romance and it will be heavily explored, but the main theme of the novel will always be Soccer/Futbol. No Harem.
Zhang_Kai_Rui · 16.5K Views

surrounding me

My mind reeled as the realization dawned on me that the man I had casually bumped into was none other than Christopher Hemsworth. A wave of panic surged through me. What if he was annoyed that I had bumped into him? My heart raced at the thought, a mixture of fear and anxiety knotting my stomach. I replayed our brief encounter in my mind, worrying about the impression I might have made. As I tried to compose myself, I suddenly noticed his gaze shifting across the room. My breath caught in my throat as I realized he wasn't just looking in my direction; he was looking directly at me. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing in my ears. His hazel eyes, so captivating up close, now seemed to pierce through the distance between us, locking onto mine with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. For a moment, everything else faded away-the bustling crowd, the applause, even the sound of my own thoughts. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, connected by an invisible thread. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable thrill. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. The admiration I had felt earlier was now tinged with awe and a touch of disbelief. How could someone so extraordinary take notice of me? The sheer magnetism of his presence made it hard to look away, and yet I was painfully aware of every second that passed under his scrutiny. As he continued to look at me, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Was he recalling our encounter with amusement, or was he as surprised as I was by this unexpected turn of events? The uncertainty gnawed at me, but beneath it all, a small spark of excitement flickered, kindling a hope I dared not fully acknowledge.
tsfiea · 22.2K Views
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