Bonhomme Baton Drole

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”

In a shattered Earth, young Kiriko Kuroki finds herself thrust into an ancient order of mystic guardians known as the Arcanas. As her latent powers awaken, she joins a band of survivors on a cosmic odyssey like no other. From the place she once called home to the boundless wonders of the cosmos, their mission is daring and desperate: avenge their decimated world, unravel the enigmatic mystery of the universe, and face the chilling specters that dwell in the shadows. With every light year, secrets as old as time beckon, and sinister forces threaten to engulf them. The fragile notes of hope are drowned by the impending darkness. Can Kiriko and her companions decipher the celestial melodies that bind them, or will they be forever lost to the abyss? The maestro's baton rises, and the Symphony of the Lost reaches far beyond the universe itself.

"You declared that you don't have time for girls but your diary says otherwise because it clearly states that you've got a kink for women in the wedding dress? How weird?" Jordan Dean was completely flustered over the words that just left the elder's mouth. "I probably wrote it when I was drunk!" He tried to brush it off with an excuse while huffing in annoyance. ... Just as he was waiting Jordan took a random glance at his side mirror before shifting it away but suddenly his attention was all drawn back towards the same mirror. He blinked his eyes a few times just to make sure if what he was seeing was true or if it was just his imagination. His mind stopped working on tge sight of a beautiful girl in a flawless wedding gown. Running towards him? -"You didn't tell me your beautiful name?" -"Its Lilly Jersey" -"Let's get married Lilly!" -"I-" ... "I'll do whatever it takes to be with you, I promise to work on myself for you, for us! Please give me a last chance to be with you, I promise that you'll never regret it ... *sighs* ... It hurts even more to see your silence like this, atleast say something" Jay's eyes were desperately begging her. "There's nothing left to talk Jay. I have moved on!" "Moved on? *Scoffs* Is that why you kissed me back a few moments ago? You had the audocity to say it after you ruined my marriage?" There was nothing but silence from her which grew him impatient. "I'll give you two choices Lilly, listen carefully! Either you bring back my fiance or ... Be my bride!" ... A love triangle is like a relay race where the person in the middle deliberately delays the passing of the baton. The same goes with Lilly Jersey who was stuck between two cold CEOs who were desperate to make her as theirs. What if the two men fight for the same girl? But what if she was in their lives for different reasons? And what are those reasons? Who exactly was she? What was her actual PURPOSE? And who will she end up with? THEIR story was a HISTORY and HER story was a MYSTERY! Its basically a Violent love triangle. Its a fusion of action, drama, comedy, romance, suspense and some sparkles. **** The copyrights of the cover belongs to its rightfull owner.

Wang Zhong arrived in an alternate world and became embroiled in this world's global war. What he gained was a cheat, akin to a real-time strategy game's overhead perspective, and he could even see through the eyes of his subordinates' units! So, he decisively started micro-managing, "Shift the machine gun position five centimeters to the left! Place the anti-tank cannon in the forest on the right!" Three years passed in this manner, and Wang Zhong looked at the marshal's baton in his hand, then at the double-headed eagle flag behind the emperor's envoy. "In my hometown, there's an old saying, 'Princes and generals, are they not sprung from the masses?' Envoy, do you know of it?"

for 10 000 years, peace was the only thing the world has ever known. it all changes when a young man finds himself to be chosen by the gods to stop zarkus, a God of pure evil whose only desire is the extinction of all life

Mo Ran, une médecin de l'Armée extrêmement talentueuse et magnifique, s'est retrouvée transmigrée dans le corps d'une jeune fille méprisée de la famille Qin pesant 130 kilos, Qin Yan. À l'origine dotée de compétences médicales et d'arts martiaux puissants, Mo Ran a eu beaucoup de mal à gérer le corps lourd de Qin Yan. Elle s'est juré de perdre du poids et de retrouver son apparence originale. Peu importe la difficulté, elle était déterminée. Sa méchante mère et sa sœur lotus blanc étaient choquées en voyant les changements chez Qin Yan, mais la gifle venait juste de commencer. Ses plans étaient parfaits, mais un petit bonhomme est soudainement intervenu... "J'aime Sœur Yan. Papa, je veux vivre avec Sœur Yan." Le PDG de la Corporation Xi, le magnat des affaires le plus riche du pays a dit, "Nous deux, Père et fils, t'aimons. Viens chez nous." FL : Forte et déterminée. ML : Rusé et astucieux.

Aik aurat or mard ke shadi howi suhag raat ko jab shohar nay apni biwi kay lia kuch cheez kharid kar laya tou uski biwi nay kaha ami ko b bhulao laken uska shohar nahi mana laken uski biwi ke zid had say ziyada bhar geya pher uska shohar nahi mana pher 2n0 may talaq howi jab kafi time kay bad jb wo aurat haj kay lia jaaa rahi thi tou usko aik admi nazar aya us nay apnay baton ko bataya us admi ko b lao pher uskay baton nay us admi ko pass laya tou wo admi uska purana shohar thaaa wo kafi buray halat say guzar raha tha

Eric, the second grandson of a Count, has been contented living behind the shadows with his music. But after his older brother, Arman, disappears while on military training, Eric is suddenly thrust in the limelight where he is expected to serve and protect the Ciel Kingdom — a responsibility he despises the most. Is there really something out there that would threaten world peace other than arrogant royals who think too highly of themselves? With his refusal to bow down to the Royal Family, Eric remains unable to unlock any ability sealed by the Church, and he could only rely on his electric batons and black adamantine guitar case to defend himself. When Eric attempted to run away to find his brother, he is faced with the truth and learned that escaping his predestined duty is not as easy as he thought. Despite having suppressed abilities, however, he is a force that can’t be put in shackles. He has other plans in life and he will not let others decide what’s best for him; not his bloodline, not the government, and definitely not fate. Eric will raise from the ground, unlock his abilities on his own, gain friends he can rely on, and create his own destiny as the Rogue Chevalier. ——— Warning: Used of unfiltered profane words. Reader's discretion is advised. Cover Art Disclaimer: The current cover used for the story is not mine. I do not own it. All credits goes to the artist. I will have it removed if the artist asks me to, or until I created my own cover.

Embark on a captivating journey through the pages of "Canvas of Love," a spellbinding novel that paints the intricate tapestry of relationships, passion, and the enduring magic of the human heart. Lily Harper, a spirited artist seeking inspiration in the heart of the city, crosses paths with Oliver Stone, a visionary architect with steadfast dreams. What begins as a chance encounter unfolds into a sweeping romance, each chapter a stroke on the canvas of their shared destiny. Against the backdrop of a bustling city and the silent embrace of a rooftop sanctuary, Lily and Oliver navigate the nuances of love. From the enchanting beginnings of their connection to the challenges of family dynamics, parenthood, and the echoes of the past, their journey unfolds with breathtaking beauty. The rooftop becomes a symbolic stage where chance dances blossom into romantic embraces, wedding vows echo, and family moments play out against the city's skyline. Lily's artistry and Oliver's stability converge, creating a harmony that shapes their shared dreams. As Lily, Oliver, and their daughter, Emily, dance through the seasons of life, the rooftop becomes a silent witness to their growth, resilience, and the passing of the baton from one generation to the next. "Canvas of Love" is not just a novel; it's an immersive experience where the beauty of love is painted with the vivid hues of passion, forgiveness, and the timeless connections that bind us all. Join Lily, Oliver, and Emily on a journey that transcends time, exploring the enduring power of love on the canvas of life. Prepare to be captivated, moved, and inspired as "Canvas of Love" invites you to embark on a journey where each page is a brushstroke, and every chapter unveils a new layer of the extraordinary masterpiece that is love.

Luke Pruever, 21, is on the cusp on completing his university studies from the prestigious Pangea Academy, known for their high level Energia (also known as magic) practitioners even though they all start learning basic magic 8 years prior. He's slated to graduate as a high ranking member of his class, although Luke also has the goal to own a business, and live out his days as a regular member of society. His life plan is interrupted as he must protect his fellow classmates one last time, resulting in a truly devastating fate, and as a result, is infused with the power of a Dragon God. This transforms him from a high-ranking member to a truly celestial being, learning to control his newfound power. In gaining this power, the Paramythical world experiences a power-shift, and these beings want to know who this new god is. They begin making moves of their own; upsetting the balance between them and the humans, who’ve stayed at the top since time immemorial. How will Luke and his friends show they can be trusted with the secrets of both worlds, without losing themselves? The Dragon's Power will be a fantasy action-adventure with realistic magic, elemental fusions and romance while Luke Pruever attempts to navigate the beginning of adulthood with his best friend, Feron Baton, and Niko Beser, Luke's love interest and valedictorian of his class while them and others attempt to keep the human and Paramythical boundaries separate, and learn to control their own Dragons.

The more he came near, the more Oliver had to control his desire for his wife, whom he had harbored for a long time. He also had to endure very bad treatment from his wife’s family because, in their eyes, he was just a trash son-in-law. They didn’t know that Oliver was actually the strongest soldier who was hiding himself. And in an effort to prove himself, Oliver met a number of women who then encouraged him to fantasize wildly, and his loyalty was tested. Between passion and strength, Oliver lived his day and became a hero to those closest to him! Excerpt: “Looks like Carla is taking a shower,” Oliver whispered to himself. His whole body rippled with desire. Oliver stepped without taking his eyes off from the figure of the woman in the bathroom, who didn’t seem to notice his presence at all. Unconsciously, Oliver rubbed the lower part of his stomach, which was now fully hardened like a security guard’s baton, as if rebelling to be released from its lair. While taking off his underwear, Oliver looked up at the woman’s body in the bathroom, which seemed to squirm under the water as if inviting him to join her immediately under the shower. Oliver dropped his underwear on the floor along with the rest of his clothes. “You want to, right?” Oliver whispered as he looked down at his own, which seemed to nod as if to indicate that Oliver’s proud body part was ready for battle. Oliver moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue and slowly reached out to push open the bathroom door. The sound of running water and splashing warm water greeted Oliver as soon as the door opened. Standing with her back to Oliver, Carla seemed to be enjoying the warm water pouring from the shower. With skillful movements, Carla spreads the soap foam over her breast in a circular motion. Not wanting to waste any more time, Oliver rammed into Carla’s body from behind. He wrapped his arms around Carla’s breast. At that very second, the woman in Oliver’s arms screamed and freed herself from the entanglement of Oliver’s arms. She turned around, and Oliver immediately felt like he’d been electrocuted. The woman he thought was his wife turned out to be Nancy, Carla’s sister. Oliver’s body froze for a moment like a stone statue. But, even in that state, Oliver’s still stood tall as if challenging the woman in front of him. Reflexively Oliver covered him with both hands, albeit with some difficulty due to his size. Nancy’s eyes widened, and she didn’t take her eyes off Oliver for a second. She seemed to swallow as if she had run out of words because this was the first time she had seen and felt a grown man’s property in person. As soon as she realized her shock, Nancy grabbed the bath towel hanging on the towel rack and covered her body. “That’s crazy. You want to rape me, huh, I am your sister-in-law, bastard? Just watch out. I’ll report you to daddy!” Nancy scolded while fixing her bath towel.

“Aren’t you a lonely one?” An enchanting feminine voice said. “But you won't be for long with that lovely and slightly hairy chest of yours flashing here in my corner. Just how I love it. You are not going to get away from me with that body of yours, pussycat," The young lady purred as she hooked one of her legs on one of his own while massaging his chest. "You've come to the right place, and you have my full attention for the rest of the night." She had a sly grin on her face as she watched him become what she described as embarrassed. Just above her perky breasts, he could smell her blood, and he could get a sense of what it would be like if he bit into the area that was above her open cleavage. However, he showed no interest in doing so. The girl's blood had been exposed to an unhealthy amount of sexual activity as well as male seeds. Nathan's normally charming countenance changed to one of revulsion as he took in the sight of the girl, who appeared to be filthy from head to toe. His stomach churned and his appetite waned slowly but surely. Perhaps another vampire could make use of her as a meal, but not him. He would never do such a thing. Used trash held no appeal for him. “Be careful what you wish for, lady.” He whispered between clenched teeth. “I am not here for you. Move over and give me room to pass!” His eyes glowed red once more, but the girl failed to take note. "Aren't you the grumpy sort? Well, I happen to love it when they play hard to get, but you will have to suffer for what they have beneath. I'm guessing some monster cock or something." She ran her finger along his chest, playing with the sparse hairs on it, with a stubborn, relentless smile on her face. "You appear cold and pale,” she paused. “You will need some tender loving care to restore the color, handsome. I'd be delighted to warm you up." She batted her butterfly-like eyelids as she brought her fingers to rest on the bulge in his pants. "Look who's ready for action," she said as she gave his knob a gentle stroke. “You don't know what you're playing with, and I'm warning you.” Gnashing his teeth, Nathan said while holding back a third of his abilities. It was as if the music and the people's voices were coming from a great distance away. It was obvious that the woman enjoyed hearing him rant and rave. Even the girls who were laughing at them approached him from afar. It seemed for a brief second that all eyes were on them. He tried to push her away, anger blazing in his fiery eyes, but she was tougher than she appeared. "Release me right now!" “Oh, come on, don't try to convince me that you have no intention of hitting me with your baton?!” She pointed to Nathan's steadily growing cock and gave him a wide-eyed look, oblivious to the fact that he was turning whiter than he ever had before. "I will give you the best f*ck there is,” she added.