Mick Thomsom

Wilson, a man seeking true love, decides to pretend he is blind, hoping that in his vulnerability, someone will love him for who he truly is, rather than for appearances. His plan is tested when he meets Esther, his mother Margaret’s loyal and caring personal assistant. Drawn to Esther’s kindness and sincerity, Wilson's heart begins to soften, but his deception becomes a growing weight on his conscience. As their relationship blossoms, Wilson wrestles with the dilemma of revealing the truth to Esther, fearing it might destroy the bond they’ve built. Meanwhile, Esther has her own journey—balancing her career, navigating family responsibilities, and confronting the emotional baggage of her past. Their love story unfolds alongside friendships with close confidants like Ruby, Saffy, Mick, and Sam, who provide support, wisdom, and humor. Over time, Wilson confesses his secret, bracing for Esther's reaction. Her response, while initially filled with hurt, ultimately reflects her deep understanding of love and forgiveness. Their connection deepens, and they decide to build a future together, filled with authenticity, growth, and mutual support. Their journey takes them through the joys and challenges of marriage, parenthood, and career ambitions. As they raise their children, they face new obstacles but always find their way back to one another. Surrounded by close friends and family, Wilson and Esther create a life rich with meaning, memories, and unwavering love. Throughout the years, Wilson’s pretending evolves into a lesson about the power of truth, vulnerability, and the importance of seeing—and being seen—for who one truly is. Their story is a testament to the enduring strength of love, resilience, and the beauty of finding one’s soulmate in the most unexpected ways.

Isabella is the daughter of Rebecca, a beautiful maid who worked in the great palace of king Ragnar, a werewolf. The king loved Rebecca, even though she was just a maid. But One day, Rebecca suddenly died, and the next day, the king tragically died. Astaroth, the king son, became the new king of the kingdom Astaroth began harassing and unfairly judging Isabella, leaving her feeling hopeless and isolated. However, her situation changes when she meets Mick,a werewolf from a different park. Their love blossoms, and Mick becomes her pillar of support during her tough times. Yet, their love is forbidden, forcing them to contemplate their next steps. As their hearts unite in a love deemed unacceptable, they grapple with a pivotal choice: either to sacrifice everything for their affection or to adhere to society's rules. Will they bravely challenge the norms and embrace their love despite the risks, or will they succumb to the pressures of a world that seeks to separate them? As Isabella and Mick delve into the king's death, they unearth a shocking revelation: Isabella's mother wasn't a victim of natural causes but was poisoned by Astaroth. Their quest forces them to confront the risks of unveiling the truth, acknowledging the potential danger to their lives. Yet, fueled by their deep love, they stand resilient, supporting one another in their pursuit of justice. Ultimately, they face a crucial decision: to prioritize their love and pursuit of truth despite the peril, knowing it could jeopardize their safety. The fate of the kingdom hinges on their choice between personal safety and the greater good.

[If you're interested in this book, check out my other book My Lovely Hair and don't get the wrong Idea, it isn't romance] "A young black boy " "Names Autry Gregson" "..." "is thrown into a hellish wo-" "My man said hellish, cuz are you on crack?" "BRO SHUT UP I CREATED YOU!" "say less" "big man ting fam Autry you tryna take the mick?" "Patten up fam I ain't do sh*t u just saying the wrong words" "... bro ur not hard calm down" "..." "watch Lemmy do it right cuz like I Autry is obviously better at this" "say less" "So basically yeah, the whole world was f*ckign terraformed or some shit by some alien guy and we got 3 random abilities through some lottery sh*t yeah and yeah" "... the f*ck was that?" "dunno" //////////// PS: Use of very strong Language* ////////////

A man who had clawed his way to success died from a youtube prank video after buying some old comic books. MC (Mick) meets a ROB assigned to him because he was meant to make a breakthrough for colonization technology that would solve many of Earth's problems. Mick is then told that usually a few souls are chosen from random multiverse Earths to create more gods by giving them 3 wishes with limitations for what they want in their next life as well as a way to travel the multiverse but because of the mess up, they have adjusted it to 4 for him. _____________ _______________________ I am going to speedrun through the HP world because of the MCs wishes and move on to the marvel world which I am a bigger fan of and feel I can provide more content on without having to go on multiple sites to look for tiny hidden details or lore to make HP world last longer. As for the disclaimer stuff: Imagine its here.

Mick and Mark are seeking ways to die, cursed with eternal life have spent millennia looking like death, but without success in his new attempt things, a war three sides and they will be guards, complicated here is a whole or any. What will be the result of this battle?

This Book tells about the inside stories during the various events inside the warframe universe in the first few chapters in the form of entry logs but will later be told in the perspective of the tenno I named Talos in my attempt in an almost Neo noir story telling

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Ghost of phantom Zavok and Mick are thinking of a plan to defeat the paw patrol until Orbot said that Mrs Whether , Mick's mom , is coming to visit Mick at Island Fortress also known as Zavok's lair . Now Team Zavok have to hide all of their evil scheme , Badniks and other evil plans away from Mrs Whether . What could go wrong for Team Zavok ?

instead of heading north the tow or three mites to lean'n parents' home, the Dakota turned south. The couple, mick would tell police later, had decided to take advantage of Hannah's absence and race home for some time together much of what happened next is disputed. Lean went to the bathroom, removed her blue stirts and under pants wash them and returned to the bedroom. At 12:48 pm, mich Fletcher called 911 at the Hazel park police station. His wife, he said between pasps of hysterics and a high, keening whine, had shot herself....

It is a story of a group of 5 friends. They are in the adventureous journey in the dense forest of Mysterious world. The group leader Jack is leading out the journey of Mysterious Forest.. The four other members are : In Girls: 1: Li Hui 2: Aimi And In Boys: 1:David 2:Mick Author Note: Dear Honourable readers; If my Novel doesn't meet your expectations then I am drastically sorry for it. I am a college student. Your kindly reviews helps me to approve my skills in Novel Writing. Thank You...... Your Honestly; Raj {Author}

VÎÇTØR CROWÑ . . Memoirs of A Lagos PLAYBOY…Episode 1 . . Today, during my lunch break I ran into this pretty lady. She said her name was Christy. She was about 5’7′, slim and well proportioned in perfectly cut dark suit and matching pants. A career woman from her outfit; most likely a banker. Now, I’ll let you know this upfront; I’m not looking to get settled just yet. I just want to have fun. I’m young, cool and handsome. I won’t say I’m rich but I do just fine. This was a much needed change from my steady routine of UNILAG…sorry, Moshood Abiola University babes. Before you call me spineless, hear me out. I don’t usually chase career women. You should know why. This is Lagos! It is teeming with single career women and 7 times out of 10, any single career woman you date is hoping you propose after six months of intense romance and hot sex. Not me. Call me selfish but I treasure my freedom too damn much. I don’t want to be wrapped around a woman’s fingers just yet. Actually, the last career woman I dated was a little over a year ago. Untangling myself from her web of possessiveness proved trickier than I thought with so many unsavory experiences; especially her exceptional detective skills that I’d rather not talk about. I’ll leave it at that. Yes, Christy…she said her name was Christy. She wore her hair long and natural. She wore light make-up which perfectly accentuated her pretty face. She was fair in complexion in stark contrast to my dark. But then, fair complexioned ladies always found me attractive. She had ordered and was eating alone, deeply engrossed in her blackberry. I studied her as I ordered my lunch. I surmised she would be in her late 20′s or early 30′s. She didn’t wear much jewelry. No ring on her finger. She spent more time on her phone rather than on her nearly untouched meal; a clear indication she was in no hurry. However, the usual signals I usually seek before I move in on a prey were absent (trade mark secrets so I ain’t telling!). Here was an absolutely confident woman who reeked of success. If there was any chink in her armor, she hid it well and to find it, I’d have to get close. I picked up my lunch, paid for it and went straight towards her table. She seemed to take notice and she looked up at me. For a split second, I saw something in there as our eyes met. Yeah…I’m not bragging but I usually have that effect on women. She looked away as I got to her table. “Hi, hope you don’t mind if I join you?” I said. She looked up and shrugged. The silent treatment eh, I thought. I sat down directly across her and pretended to be engrossed in my meal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her steal a look. She seemed be a bit uncomfortable with my nonchalant presence but didn’t make any attempt to leave. Nearly half way through my meal, I said, “I see you have hardly touched your meal for almost fifteen minutes now.” My statement surprised her and she looked up from her mobile phone. I continued, “Hope everything’s ok?” “You’ve been monitoring me, haven’t you?” She said, her voice low and sweet. A light smile had formed across her pretty lips. “Well, I admit I have. You are certainly worth monitoring.” I said and flashed my most charming smile. “I’m Michael…”, I said extending my hand which she took. Her hand was soft, very soft. “…but you can call me Mick.” “I’m Christy.” She said, smiling. Beautiful lips. “I have a confession Christy. One I hope you’ll bear with me for sharing” I said apologetically. “I woke up this morning with a very special feeling…one that I couldn’t explain, until now.” “What do you mean?” She asked, a bit taken aback. “There was something special about today that I didn’t understand but finally I did when I saw you.” I saw many things in her eyes. Shock, incredulity, surprise but repulse wasn’t one of them. She dropped her phone close to her barely touched meal which consisted of just a plate of coleslaw and surveyed me critically. I put on my game face, meal pushed aside.