Kingsman Whiskey

"Listen, buddy, your cock was the last thing that got inside me, so unless I’m having some kind of miracle baby, yeah, you’re the father. Congrats." — Raelynn had one goal that night—drown her sorrows in cheap whiskey after getting fired from her job. What she didn’t plan on was two surprises: one, a steamy night with a ridiculously good-looking stranger, and two, a $10,000 check for her the next morning. Jackpot, right? Wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the biggest surprise of all—she’s pregnant. And the father? None other than Elion Vaelorian, the country’s richest and most powerful businessman, with a face that could melt ice... and a personality just as cold. What Raelynn doesn’t know is that Elion isn’t just any man. And the baby she’s carrying? Let’s just say it’s far from ordinary, and its existence could shake the foundations of the world she knows.

Sofia, reeling from her fiancé Julian's infidelity with her step-sister Rachel, finds herself lost and heartbroken. In a whiskey-fueled night, she crosses paths with Liam, a mysterious and enigmatic figure from her past. As Sofia navigates her shattered heart, she awakens in Liam's estate, surrounded by memories of their complicated past. Regret and introspection overwhelm her as she realizes her mistakes and the depth of Liam's devotion. With a newfound understanding, Sofia seeks redemption and a second chance. But Liam's hurt feelings and guarded heart pose significant obstacles. Can Sofia make amends and reclaim their lost love, or will the scars of her past prove insurmountable?

The Primal World once peaceful and plentiful is now under attack by unknown dangerous beings. Whiskey-Jack a teenage boy, encounters a strange mushroom causing him to meet "The Creator" a being above God's. After the dangerous beings infiltrate and split apart his family, Whiskey-Jack is recruited by "The Creator" to save his creations. Accepting his offer, he was bestowed a gift to grow his strength. [Syndicate System Installed!]

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.* *Title is pending for the cover.*

Nao, a young man, is going about his daily life, working as a part-timer. He encounters Karis, a mysterious and intense individual, they have a few brief interactions, but the tension between them is palpable. Karis eventually comes to the bar where Nao works and orders a whiskey, asking for Nao’s s attention. As they interact, the connection between them grows stronger.

"I can't do that," he says softly, staring absentmindedly in the whiskey glass, "I'm the Alpha." "So?" "So, I'm not supposed to be this.... submissive," he spats, eyebrow creasing as if the whiskey glass is a rotten tomato. "Come here." Kamil instructs gently, watching the turmoil in the way he grinds his teeth, bites his lips but when he raised his head and their eyes meet, the hesitation fades. Dropping into his arms, Kamil strokes his hair slowly at first, curls as wispy as flowers. Suddenly, he grabs onto them roughly tilting his head towards him, trailing a finger down his throat to a nipple. And when a whimper fell from the Alpha's lips, he growled and bit his ear, leaving a mark so red fire pales in comparison. "Out there, you're the Alpha. But in here with me, you're mine. You are my good boy." ********** Full description titled Making the Alpha Submit blurb ******** WARNING: mature scenes between two (consenting) men light kink & submission if a chapter labelled M isn't your kind of thing, do pass on to the next (or scroll rapidly to the end of the M chapter) ***************** Contact me: Instagram @ameliacovet Twitter: @ameliacovet

" I DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAY OR THINK BELLA ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU'RE SURELY GOING TO MARRY INTO THE COPELAND FAMILY !!! " my dad screamed at me I got so pissed off that I threw my glass of whiskey at the the servants luckily for her she didn't get hit " what the fuck is wrong with this family, just because grandpa is weak doesn't mean you can control or order me around " first you oust I and mum out of this house because of this mother fucking piece of garbage you call a wife and when you found out that grand pa too us in you caused such a drama leading to his heart attack and since he couldn't take care of the responsibilities at work he handed over the power of attorney to me . have spent the last five years of my life building this empire and making it what it is today, and if you think you can force me to do what you want then YOU.ARE.A.MOTHER.FUCKING.BASTARD " I said and puff out the smoke from the cigarettes I was holding on his face " BELLA ARE YOU FORGETTING YOUR MANNERS !!! " dad's second wife Nuella screamed "ouch my ears hurts" I held my ears pretending to be in pain " I never forget my manners Mrs Nuella Carson , but I think some people forgot their rank and status so they decided to get involved with a married man you slut " " BELLA !!! " dad screamed and I held my hand up to stop him from speaking .. . . . " man my marriage has been fixed, " I said and he choked on his drink and started laughing " you don't mean it man, the mafia king himself is about to get married and who is this damsel in distress " he raised an eyebrow " it's Bella that crazy girl that almost killed me " this time he didn't only choke he spat out his drink " what!! you mean that.... " he couldn't complete his statement and he only shook his head __________ Hey guys this is my third book on web novel , I'll be updating it thrice a week, that is three chapters a week thanks so much for your support hope you enjoy it ^_^

The hottest man I’ve ever seen is now my new boss— and I’m stuck in a house with him… Until one of us cracks. I’ve got debt—yeah, I know, so does everyone else on Planet Earth. But the bills I’m paying keep my dad and my grandma alive. So it’s pretty messed-up for Timofey Viktorov to use them as a threat to keep me under control. Not that he cares. As a billionaire CEO, he takes no prisoners in the boardroom. And as the don of the Viktorov Bratva, he takes no prisoners in real life, either. Which is why he has no qualms about extorting me into taking his deal. Live in my mansion… Care for my baby… Or suffer the consequences. But he’s not the only one with an agenda. Timofey has skeletons in his closet—and I’m determined to dig them out. He’s just as determined to keep me far away from the secrets of his past. The longer I’m in his house, the tenser things get. Every time we brush past each other in the hallway, something sparks. Every time we cross paths in the night, the ice grows thinner. Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

#prodigy Linky transmigrated to the Magical Land and became the third young master of a noble family. Just when he thought it was time for him to enjoy a life of luxury. He was sent out for the family’s tribulation, and had to set off to the “Land of Death” — Black Wind Castle! Here, dark elves, frenzied orcs, and blood-thirsty dragons were regular occurrences! Everyone thought that Linky would surely die, and had even prepared to collect his body. But just then, Linky awakened the [Super Gourmet System]. As such, things changed. The Elf Queen loved his fruit salad, while the Orc Saint couldn’t get enough of his grilled steak. The Sorcerer of the Holy Palace couldn’t live a day without the “Linky Brand” whiskey. Even the Vampire Prince Nikolas would sacrifice anything to get a long-term order of Linky’s fresh blood coffee. Until one day, when a gargantuan dragon that blocked out the skies came to his door…

He was looking for love while she.. she was looking for power.

Bailey played the perfect homemaker on social media. Known as Lori Laker, The Happy Homemaker, she purported that a housewife was no different from any small business owner. As such, the business of creating a blissful home life should be based on a solid business plan, solid professional alliances, and dynamite management skills. When she draws the attention of Chase Meadows, she is at a loss how to shake the determined CEO of the MGM Conglomerate without revealing secrets that could ruin her reputation. But there is absolutely no way she would ever tie herself to a man known as a demon in the business world with a world-renown reputation as emotionally unstable. He could be ice cold in business negotiations one minute and spewing dragon fire at an inept employee the next. Chase Meadows celebrated his thirty-fifth birthday alone with a bottle of Macallan’s whiskey and a rare steak. Life was good. He had exceeded his expectations and checked off every goal he had set for himself to reach before the age of forty—except for one. He always planned to marry and start a family by now. He wanted someone besides a housekeeper to come home to at night. He wanted a wife and two kids. Maybe a dog. He had tried to have a serious relationship before, but women annoyed him. More specifically, their expectations annoyed him. He wanted someone willing to take on the role of stay-at-home wife and mother without making spending his money a life’s goal. He wanted someone who put his happiness and needs first, someone who appreciated how hard he was willing to work for his family and rewarded him accordingly. He wanted someone to manage his household as efficiently as he managed his company. She should be healthy and bright and full of ideas but astute enough to know when to speak and when to accept his authority without question. When his personal assistant introduced him to the Happy Homemaker’s live stream, he was intrigued. When Chase ran into the same woman at a charity event and saw how succinctly she put a drunken date in his place, he knew she had the backbone to be his partner. The question was how to convince her.

"For it was told by the old books, where angels and demons collide" "When gods shall stretch their rule and dominion" "Ye have not be forgotten" "For men shall covet power". ........................................................................... In the year 3040 Earth has reached its limits, its resources depleted, its ecosystem destroyed, and even humanity hangs on its last rope due to its severe overpopulation. Conquering space was our only hope, but the help of several talented scientists in their various fields coming together made such a dream a possibility. Unfortunately, in the year 3045, an earthquake on a global scale sent every human on earth into a frenzy. At that point, a voice was heard by everyone, as a template hung in the sky. A question with two choices, an answer that decided one's destiny from that day onward. But unfortunately, not everyone picked the right choice. Elijah kingsman was a 19 years old university freshman, who had just escaped the horrors of world war 3 and couldn't have picked a better day to make the worst decision of his life. In his judgement, his very being was sent to limbo by an undead giant. There he meets an imp far different from his average fantasy personage. Coerced to make a deal, Elijah made a deal that would change his life forever. ............................................................................... “Don’t worry boy” “It seems I haven’t introduced myself,” the imp said widening the smile on its face. “I am Deltrich, ‘he who bears the Principality of knowledge’” Elijah wasn’t sure if he saw a ray of light coming from Deltrich. But he was sure of one thing, that this was no ordinary imp. Deltrich who was already done with his introduction, saw Elijah looking at him in awe, and puffed his chest up in pride. “I am sure there’s nothing you have that I want and nothing you can give that I desire”. Deltrich said choosing to break the atmosphere. “In other words, a deal which I’m sure would be satisfying to both parties” Elijah who wasn’t used to this type of situation scrunched his face up in frustration. He knew Deltrich,’ the Imp’ wasn’t his usual fantasy personage, so he decided to keep his mouth shut and listen to what Deltrich had to say. “In return, you shall ask me anything you want and I shall offer if it’s beneath my power”. ......................................................................... Donate to support the author! https://www.buymeacoffee.com/Shinka1 ........................................................................ Disclaimer! The cover is not mine and belongs to its respective owner. Found on Pinterest.

She’s a romantic at heart, living in the most unromantic of worlds . . . Nicknamed Sweet Angel for her docile nature, Anastasia smiles on cue and has a charming response for everything. She’s the favored daughter, the perfect mafia principessa . . . or was. Now, all she can see in the mirror’s reflection is blood staining her hands like crimson paint. They say first impressions are everything . . . In the murky waters of New York’s underworld, Anastasia’s sister is arranged to marry Steve Russo. A Made Man, a boss, a cheat—even measured against mafia standards. His reputation stretches far and wide and is darker than his black suits and ties. After his and Anastasia’s first encounter ends with an accidental glare on her part, she realizes he’s just as rude as he is handsome. She doesn’t like the man or anything he stands for, though that doesn’t stop her heart from pattering like rain against glass when he’s near, nor the shiver that ghosts down her spine at the sound of his voice. And he’s always near. Telling her what to do. Making her feel hotter than any future brother-in-law should. Anastasia may be the Sweet Angel on the outside, but she’s beginning to learn she has a taste for the darkness, for rough hands, cigarettes, and whiskey-colored eyes. Having already escaped one scandal, however, she can hardly afford to be swept up in another. Besides, even if he were hers, everyone knows you don’t fall in love with a Made Man . . . right?

The book begins much as you described. An anthropologist is listening to members of a primitive tribe talk about how a werewolf had been killing people, twelve years ago, in sprees which always occurred during a full moon, until the tribal shaman was able to come up with a way to kill the monster. The scholar is interested in letting them talk, but personally suspects the "werewolf" was something like a victim of rabies who foamed at the mouth and seemed inhumanly strong as he went on a rampage -- although it is odd that he would survive long enough to launch three killing sprees at monthly intervals. The scholar silently speculates that perhaps there were multiple rabid attackers, in a monthly cycle -- each new one having been infected by the previous before he died of his disease, and only the last of them was somehow trapped and killed by the men of the tribe, who then blamed this "monster" for all of the previous killings. The scholar is trying to be polite, but evidently his skepticism shows through. The shaman is offended at being patronized by a white man who thinks he already knows all the answers. The shaman had kept a souvenir of the werewolf, dried out and in powdered form, believing it still contained the power to create another werewolf if need be. The shaman (called "Ugalde") puts that special powder into a bottle of whiskey and then . . . With the swiftness of a man half his age, the Indian leaped from a sitting position onto the other's chest, as if he were pinning him in some friendly athletic contest. But the crazed expression covering his face and the keenness of the knife blade removed any trace of ordinary competition from the action. Ugalde sat the bottle viciously on the ground next to the visitor's face and tipped the neck of it toward his mouth. "Drink," he ordered. "Ugalde!" the man cried frantically. Visions of wriggling microbes being revitalized by the liquor flooded his mind. Could any life survive for a dozen years in such a dehydrated state? Yes, yes, viruses could live for centuries! "What in the name of God are you doing?" A sneer replaced the sullen look the older man had worn. "Your god! You believe your eye, white man, and only that, so drink and see what the devils you don't know can cause a living spirit to become! Drink, or I will cut your throat!" Then a good chunk of the book deals with brutal murders taking place, always on the night of a full moon, and various characters getting interested in the investigation, for various reasons. At first, there's a serious lack of surviving eyewitnesses to describe the mysterious attacker to the cops, but gradually the evidence accumulates that something strongly resembling a Hollywood-style werewolf is involved in these homicides. We readers, of course, have a very good idea of how that happened. Then another large chunk of the book deals with what happens in one horrible night after the anthropologist has been taken into custody. (I think he finally surrendered himself to the police, voluntarily, and described everything he could remember about the incident with the shaman, and what's happened since then on the nights with full moons in the sky.) You are correct that becoming a werewolf appeared to be a type of communicable disease, although I can't recall if it was specifically established, during the novel, to be a "germ" or "virus" or what. You are also correct that silver was particularly effective against a werewolf. Other weapons could pierce its flesh, but it appeared to recover very rapidly from such wounds. (Sort of like Wolverine's mutant "healing factor" in the X-Men comics and movies.)

Alpha's Toy Henry's POV Taking my puff and a slip from my whiskey, I make my way into the shower which I stepped out from after a short shower. I took another puff before dressing myself up for today's event which gives me this feeling that it wouldn't be like the rest. I shouldn't do this anymore due to the last time but I have this pull towards it which made me go back on my words for the first time. Although I still have this same feelings that this wouldn't be the first time I would have to go back on my words but yet, am triggered to know what exactly is happening over there . This is the same thing that made me send my beta instead of me because it would really be embarrassing to show up there after all the last drama and vows Making my way towards the room, I couldn't help but feel somehow yet, I thought it was because I was thinking about the left overs paperwork. The door was opened for me by the guards and I walked in only to meet the shock of my life. WTF...... TBC

'How did I fall this far this fast?' He thought as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. He tilted his head back and downed the rest of his liquor. He picked the bottle up off of his desk to refill the glass for the nth time. Just a single drop rolled out and fell into the empty vessel. 'Well isn't that just fantastic.' In a moment of hazy frustration, he hurled the bottle across the office. It wasn't like there was anyone to care about a mess of broken glass anyway. There was no one around to even hear it shatter. Even he didn't get to hear it shatter. When that realization hit him, he jerked his head towards the door where he had thrown the bottle. In the shadows there stood a petite young woman, the bottle in her hands. She appeared to be carefully studying the label and completely disinterested in him. "Wh-who are you?" Perhaps he had turned around too quickly. The room was starting to sway. He barely managed to sputter out those three words much less put them in the right order. "How original," the woman rolled her eyes before fixing them on his. "Shouldn't you be asking yourself that very question?" ~~~~~ This is NOT a transmigration or reincarnation story! ~~~~~ If those you trusted most had betrayed you and you had lost everything and someone offered you a second chance, would you be willing to take it? Would you still be able to trust others? Chance L. Addison has seemingly hit rock bottom when he is offered an unlikely opportunity to start over. Not only can he get back to where he was before, he can have his status elevated further to become one of the most wealthy and successful tycoons in the world. But first he is at a small publishing company? What secrets could he be keeping? And what secrets are his saviors keeping from him? ~~~~~ Hello Readers, This is the first web novel I've ever written! I kind of suck at writing synopses so I apologize for that... If you are enjoying my story so far please add it to your library and vote! Or comment! Or leave a review! Or rate a chapter! Or share it with your friends! I really appreciate the support and feedback is always welcome! :) Thanks so much for reading! -TheExtraDoor

John goes looking for help, what starts as a trip for a bottle of strong whiskey, quickly becomes what a group of young adventurers would know as the greatest, and maybe the last adventure they face together.

A young man who seemed like 25 years old was sitting on a sofa and was drinking beer. He was watching another young man who seemed like 22 years old. The 2nd young man was binding a rope on a fan. He was very calm. His eyes were blood red and had a look like a savage predator. "I wish we will be successful this time. There is no other option. Only death can free a man from his immense pain. If there is any god, please listen to me. Bless us to be successful." The 1st young man knelled down and closed his eyes. He cupped his 2 hands and started to pray. Booooom A wile later the 1st young man heard a noise. He didn't opened his eyes but his face seemed like he was very disappointed. "Huh. This time is also a failure." He sighed and stand up. sat down on the sofa and started to drink whiskey. Previously he was drinking a beer but after being disappointed he started drink whisky. "Fucking idiot. This was your 5th attempt. When are you going to die?" The 1st young man was shouting in frustration. "Hey, how do you know this is my 5th time?" The 2nd young man was startled. He turned his head toward the 1st young man. "Are you talking to me? He is talking to me." The 1st person lost his composure. He started to jump on sofa like a child. He became so much excited that he seemed like a child who got his long waited dreamed toy. Two Young man Wasim Sheikh and Aniurdh Shararma. Anirudh wanted to suicide and Wasim wanted that Anirudh could be successful in his attempt. Why he wanted such thing? Let us see further in the stroy. ...... ==== Hello guys, This is an original story by me. But the cover photo was from google. When I get an actual cover photo I will remove it. I am not native in English. So sometimes there will be some mistakes. So guys if you find any mistakes then please let me know, it will be very helpful. I hope that you will enjoy the story. If you enjoy the story please don't forget to leave behind your kind feedback. I will accept both type of feedback (Neg and pos) positively.

Wish Young is a 24 year old, diligent university graduate who seems to live a normal life. But deep within, she only wanted revenge from her dreadful father, a successful businessman with a large manufacturing company, Oh! and the one who left her mother and sister to marry her current stepmother. "Monster." was what she called him. one day, her father, also the monster, invited her for a proposal to marry the heir of the top company. Her father wanted to join hands with the most successful company. Wish was ready to give up her normal life to get revenge from her dreadful father. She wanted her father to regret his whole life to ever introducing her to this fancy world. The day she met the heir who she was going to marry, also her fiance, William Brent, things started to go off course from her original plan. The heir was a troublesome guy who was going to be her first obstacle before she started her master plan to get the revenge. . . " Welcome, Wish Lennon." a deep and low voice echoed from her back. She abruptly turned around, startled to see a tall figure standing by the window. He had his hands inside the pocket with a glass of whiskey on the other. He studied her feature from her face to legs. It was William Brent. She was wearing a hot-red fitted dress stopping above her knees and a high slit showing her soft thighs. The dress wasnt over exposing on the chest just showing her sharp collarbone. But what instantly caught his eyes were her red plump lips. It was luscious. Wish fiddled with her fingers avoiding eye contact with him. Brent was enjoying the scene in front and smirked. " Lets have fun tonight." . . Cover art credit: @secondary ring

Mia Fray walks in on her boyfriend, Lake, in bed with her twin sister! Heartbroken, she stumbles to the nearest bar with a mission to drink her sorrows away. But she finds more than a bottle of whiskey! Mia runs into Harlan Veers, a mysterious stranger. Consumed with heart break, Mia spills her darkest secrets to Harlan. Including the fact that she thinks her new boss will be a jerk. She'll never see him again, so what's the harm? Little does she know that Harlan is her new boss! Mia and Harlan continue to grow a strong relationship with one another despite Harlan's ex, Lucy Morris: a world class model who has a mission to win him back. But Lucy isn't the only one that causes drama. Lake, Mia's cheating ex, won't let her go. Lake still loves Mia. He never stopped. Will Mia and Harlan learn to overcome the past? Or will the two go separate ways with broken hearts?

Trust me, this is NOT YOUR ORDINARY Gentleman's Story. ***TEASER*** "Para sabihin ko sa 'yo, mali ang lahat nang iniisip mo! 'Wag ka ngang assuming! I have my own reasons kung bakit ka nakatali sa'kin. Infatuation? Affection? Feelings? Love? None of these are my reasons!" mariing turan ni Ashton. "Ashton, pinapangako kong gagawin ko ang lahat ng gusto mo... huwag mo lang putulin ang financial support ng mommy ko sa ospital. Parang awa mo na... Nagmamakaawa ako sa 'yo... Please, Ashton?" 'Di na rin niya napigilan ang mga luha. Hanggat maaari ay pinipigil niya ang mga iyon upang hindi isipin ng asawang lalo siyang nagpapaawa. Ngunit, hindi na niya kaya pang kimkimin ang lahat ng sama ng loob na tanging sa pag-iyak na lamang niya nagagawang ilabas. "Hubad." "A-ano?" Hindi niya mabatid kung tama ba ang kanyang narinig dahil ni hindi man lang nag-abala si Ashton na sulyapan siya nang magsalita ito. "Ang sabi ko... hubad! Maghubad ka!" singhal nito. "Sabi mo, willing kang gawin ang lahat nang sasabihin ko, hindi ba?" "P-pero, A-ashton..." "Naghihintay ako... and so your mom!" He faced her blankly after finishing his whiskey. Ilang ulit na napakurap si Celina. Tila hindi pa rin niya lubos na maunawaan ang nais nitong ipagawa sa kanya. Ngunit, wala siyang karapatang mag-inarte sa mga oras na ito dahil dito nakasalalay ang buhay ng kanyang ina.

Mama, I'm scared!" She hugged me tighter while hiding in a dark alley. "Don't be scared... Mama's here" she said while hugging me then kiss the top of my head. "Where are you?" the man's creepy voice became visible again, it made my heart beat fast. "Riela..." he called my moms name "come out, come out where ever you are..." I gulped as his voice became louder and louder it means his near. "I can find you" he laughs in a scary way "so don't make it difficult for me..." he suddenly shouts that makes me tremble in fear, my Mom is still hugging me. We can hear his footsteps it means his near us... my tears are flooding, I can't help it. "Boo!" he removed the carton that is covering us My mom immediately hid me behind her back "What do you need for us?" mama yelled with shaking voice while walking backward. "One thing." He smirks "You both... Die!" my heart stopped for a couple of seconds when he points a gun on us. "Please, let us go." mama plead " You want money? How much? I will give you every single cent on my account just let us go." Mama almost kneels down. But instead of listening, he prepared his gun. I slowly take a big rock that I almost trip on. "Run mama!" I said after throwing him the rock that hit his eyes. I'm pulling mama away from the bad guy. "Argh!" I heard the guy scream in pain but I didn't bother to look back. "Don't mind him, mama, faster." I suddenly heard a gunshot at the same time mama slowed down, she actually stopped. "Mama? We have to run." I said while helping her get up, I felt a hot liquid on her back. "Mama?" my tears started to shred again "Run... Rye!" she's pushing me away from her. "No... I'm not leaving you here!" I cried more "NO! Go!" she shouted and blood started coming out from her mouth that makes me tremble. "No! Were going home together." she kissed my forehead before whispering something, "Live for me honey, please go!" I don't have any choice. So I ran through the forest while my tears are raining. She told me not to look back so I did. "I love you!" that was the last word that came out on my mama's mouth. I cried harder as I thought of everything that happened today. I heard another gunshot and I can't help but look back. I saw my mama dropping her self on the floor looking at my direction before she shut her eyes. She's... dead. I ran as fast as I could, I'm confused about going back to my mama or find someone to help us. My feet are starting to sore, I'm not wearing any foot ware now. Were almost there Rye! peeeeeep!! I didn't notice that I'm in the middle of the road. A light appears, my feet suddenly got glued on the floor, I can't move. I wanted to run again but I couldn't, until...

The story tells of a young girl, locked in the basement for 18 years.No freedom, never felt like a human being and has never met any other person apart from the only one person she has know all her life ,her father,Vaxon Dior.But when her father dies everything she ever believed she started to doubt. Everyone knew she was her father's maid except for herself and her father who left her to face the cruel world as she knew it alone.The more she takes matters into her own hands ,her life faces more risks than ever before.Secrets are revealed and lives are lost but in the end the truth about the secret life of Anastasia Dior and her father is finally revealed leading to the most shocking turn of events

Brandy Roberts, grew up in a small town in Texas with a workaholic mother, an alcoholic father and a twin brother who ends up in the slammer at 15 for murdering both of their parents. Brandy wants to find out what really makes a person a monster, and while she grows up, with the help of a little funding, a few eager (and not so eager) volunteers, a shot of whiskey here and there, and a lot of time, she may just find out what makes the old ticker go haywire.

She was so innocent and then she stole hwe whiskey.

"No one will ever love you, do you think you deserve love? no you don't..." "I love you, and I'm not ashamed to say it .." "The truth is... everyone deserves love..." love, that mystical force that binds bodies today... love, that sensational feeling...that language that everyone knows...well I don't think I deserve it...at least not ever... That was until I took a cup of this intoxicating black whiskey...Grey Hampton