Shen Yun Little Rock

Ever since Yang Fan returned to the village, the young women had been practically breaking down his door...

Alex, a 29-year-old loner facing isolation due to neglect from his parents and job loss, works as a cashier in a convenience store. His life takes an unexpected turn when Lily, a lively 6-year-old neighbor, enters the scene. Despite the challenges, their friendship brings laughter and joy to Alex's once mundane days. This is a heartwarming story about the transformative power of an unexpected connection in the midst of loneliness.

Have you ever heard opposites attract... Cold as ice, and crazy as a hatter, Alex becomes obsessed with Lilith, a flower that is too delicate to withstand the darkness that exists in Alex, but even though they are impossible to separate, she is so angelic and sweet, but who would say that that angel would end up falling? in her clutches and that she would enjoy it

Pov "Hyeri, you have been gone for so many years. As now you at an age that you should have married and must had children. You have grown up and you look good, So why come back now? Where have you gone to the past year?" Sukang were polite and strong. He sat on the sofa and looked at the girl standing in the living room as if he were looking at a stranger. Su Hyeri didn't deny anything. So she raised her lips slightly and smiled harmlessly on her in well manner face.  "Oh. Then I won't disturb your life." She said. "Good, good. So you are a sensible child. After all, we had a father and daughter are in since you were newborn. But I will asked my lawyer to send you back to where you has been living with one million check to improve pay your life need in future." Sukang smiled happily as he said real intention toward illegimate daughter but didn't share same blood with him.

Zane Star is a freak of nature, unstable, psychopathic and all the worst of men. Once he wants something, he has to have it. The masochist and manipulator packed in a gorgeous, dark-skinned body with light blue eyes. Alisa Storm is a frightened little girl just released from a mental hospital after a nerve breakdown when her father killed half their family in front of her eyes and left her with a scar on her stomach and years of mental therapy. After being released from the hospital, Alisa moves in with her aunt in her New York mansion. There she tries to get back to normal. After one of her uncle's business meetings, Alisa runs into Zane, and her life is turned upside down.It becomes a rigorous game of cat and mouse, Alisa becomes a mouse trapped forever in the claws of possessive cat Zane who has no rules in his possessiveness towards her. Realizing there is no way out of the black hole she has fallen into, Alisa makes a pact with the devil, in this case Zane, which may or may not cost her what little life she has left.

Short stories

Iwa o ayatsuru mono no tensei Alternate name: Ganseki Sōsa Takumi Yamazaki, a 16-year-old high school student, meets an untimely end courtesy of truck-kun. Reborn in a world of swords and sorcery, he is eager to master the art of magic and carve a new destiny. But fate has a cruel sense of humor—Takumi’s magic aptitude is rock manipulation, deemed the weakest and most irrelevant in this magical society. Refusing to be discouraged, Takumi taps into the depth of his newfound powers, discovering ways to shape, summon, and control the very foundations of the earth. As he hones his abilities, he realizes that even the smallest pebble, when wielded with precision and creativity, can become an unstoppable force. With his newfound magic, Takumi embarks on an epic journey, facing daunting foes, unraveling the mysteries of his reincarnation, and uncovering a hidden strength that could rival the greatest mages. In a world where power defines worth, can he prove that magic is only as weak as the mage who wields it?

Fun short stories about a pet owner and her pets!

The Citizens of Ottawa, Illinois were your average, friendly Midwesterners. However, when seemingly insane things begin to happen, as any Patriotic American would, they answer the call. From the New World Order to the Total Collapse of Society, the Ottawans following the lead of the Ghost of Ottawa struggle and try to survive even the most impossible of odds stacked against them. But is their American Heritage and Midwestern Grit enough to survive? {Rated R due to profanity and the nature of the violence portrayed in the novel.}

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days

Worlds Apart, Hearts Entwined Fanyin's life was already complicated, but nothing could have prepared her for the ultimate plot twist: being thrown into alternate worlds by a system with a bee mascot. The catch? She has to complete tasks to get back home. But every world has a familiar face-his face-different bodies, same magnetic presence, pulling her in despite her best efforts to stay detached. With every mission, Fanyin fights to keep her walls up, but piece by piece, she's falling for the soul inhabiting these different men. Sexy, hilarious, and brimming with chemistry, Fanyin's journey isn't just about the worlds she's thrown into. Who is behind the system, and what grand design is forcing her to complete these quests? Is there a deeper truth she's being led to discover, or is it all part of a cosmic game? Get ready for a wild ride full of steamy moments, laugh-out-loud banter, and the question of whether love truly transcends worlds. ... Bee Mine Across Worlds Fanyin was minding her own business—until a sassy bee system threw her into alternate realities with one goal: complete the missions or never make it home. Easy, right? Not when every world comes with a man who’s too familiar. Different face, same vibes, and definitely too hot to ignore. She’s here to get in, do the job, and get out. But something about him keeps pulling her back in every world. Is it just coincidence, or is there a deeper reason behind these encounters? With snark, steam, and sparks flying, Fanyin must figure out the game—before her heart loses control. Why her? Why him? And who’s really pulling the strings? There’s more at play than she thinks, and the answers might be closer than she realizes… ROCK YOU WORLD AFTER WORLD © 2024 Kashish Mishra (bliss_incarnation). All rights reserved. Excerpt from RYWAW "Going somewhere?" His voice drops, teasing, but there's a dangerous edge beneath the surface that makes my pulse quicken. The playfulness in his eyes has faded, replaced by something more primal, more intense. I flash him a sly smile, forcing myself to remain calm. "No," I murmur, leaning back into him, though my heart pounds against my ribs. "Just getting comfortable on my lover." He raises an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly. The smirk returns, slow and deliberate, but there's a hint of something else-something darker, lurking beneath his usual charm. "Is that what we're calling it now?" Before I can respond, Wilde moves with swift precision, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. The air between us grows heavy, charged, and then his lips crash against mine. It's not soft or slow-it's raw, demanding, and ignites a fire deep in my chest. I gasp, my hands instinctively gripping his jacket as his other arm pulls me flush against him, the heat of his body searing through the thin barrier of clothing. My mind spins, thoughts scattering like leaves in a storm as I lose myself in the kiss. The driver, without a word, flicks on the partition, a subtle acknowledgment of the moment as the car continues to glide down the road, but it's as if the world outside no longer exists.

Xavier Kingston is a dark mafia he has never known love , never even seen or experienced it. When he thinks that he is getting too lonely in life and he needs a family or a wife , his only friend is the person who he thinks of asking. The one girl he has ever known or adored was Rose . He knew her since childhood , he literally named her . She trusted him , as her friend or her uncle but love was something he was unaware about. Join this couple's journey into realising what love is , join them as they explore love together and heal from their respective traumas .

Can a child with PTSD be happy

things I wrote while thinking about my little onion

"It doesn’t matter who is from what clan, when in the end we share the same enemy." Seiji Shen is a respected cultivator who is always caring and quick to look after his own. Shaoqing Liu is a boy who has always admired Seiji from afar. His world gets ten times better when Seiji joins his clan. Everett Lin is from a clan that strives for perfection. Yongliang Lei is a boy who always followed his mother's wishes. That is until he met Everett. How can he love someone from the one clan his mother always hated? However, the two clans have a common enemy who strives to take over the world. They will stop at nothing until they are at the top. It is Seiji and Everett’s mission to bring their clans together to help defeat the demon clan. Many hardships and betrayals befall them along the one. Yet, by working together they realize anything can happen. !!! This fiction is only inspired by Chinese cultivation and Chinese culture. I am in no way Chinese and I mean no disrespect. Please correct me if you find any aspects of this story wrong or disrespectful. - LGBT Content - Violence - Mentions of Molestation - Major and Minor character deaths -Some spicy scenes ;) **Make sure to thank my girlfriend bbeanfluff! This is as much her story as it is mine. We plan everything together. And when I get stuck in my writing, she helps me get through it. We both equally created the characters together as well Will release once daily at 19:00 (GMT+8)

Shen’s family raises them as a boy because they can't stand to bind their child's feet and let their kid suffer. However, she has to get married due to the village elder's suspicion and the thoughtful push of a noble woman of higher birth who wants him. And cue the introduction of Pei Ling. Pei Ling— an arrogant castle woman who has nowhere to go seeks the hand of Gao He Shen and a child; who's going to tell them He Shen's a woman? Historical context takes place during the fall of the Song empire and the rise of the Southern Song Empire. With the Northern Jin getting stronger and closer who knows what new troubles will arise in He Shen’s life? But seeing as aggression is building up on both sides of the war front as their young emperor takes the throne. Warnings: There is some history delineation at some point as this is based on a fictional character. Parents and elders arrange marriages Some lack of communication, but it gets better after the first time. Specifically because that character is a watch and learn type. There is a major god in the story, no they will not be introduced until later in the story and “magic” doesn’t get introduced until later as well. As this is historical context if I get things wrong please correct me as I have only studied for at least 6 months before writing this story every aspect that I would need for it. Story progression kicks off at the beginning. All of the characters weren’t made for you to like them, only for you to see them as human. I can’t draw well so you’re going to have to live with the cover I made.

A kingdom which was once plagued by demonic cults, and Suffered for it. They thought hunting them down would get rid of them, but the soldiers were to late. Now will the cults final will and testament be the end. Will it be demons or somthing else closer to home.

This story is about a older brother and his little sister traveling the world together getting out of a monotonous life. Or I'm pretty sure this is my train of thought writing page so it could really go anywhere! All feedback is appreciated though please be nice.

In a land of magic and knights unfamiliar to us, a group of ordinary young mercenaries were swept into the maelstrom of history and entangled in the struggles of three major powers. An epic tale began its most magnificent prologue in the year 192 of the Crimson Moon Calendar. In this world brimming with enchantment, the young mercenaries yearned to fight, to defy the fate predetermined for them, and once aspired to live an ordinary life away from the turmoil of the world. Yet, no matter when or where, they never gave up on their duty and the calling of a mercenary. It was these young mercenaries, under immense pressure, who triggered the war of the gods in the magical world. Under the radiant glow of their stellar kingship, countless famous generals, brave warriors, renowned commanders, and wise men emerged like stars in the galaxy, giving birth to many ballads sung by bards. At the moment when the reason for the death of the Creator God was about to be revealed, everyone realized that there were no true victors in this world...

'What is this?' Theodore thought as he opened his little eyes to what he assumes to be one of his parents who is dropping him off on the doorstep of a church at what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, ---a few hours ago ago--- Theodore was like any other normal person: had a family, had dreams, filled with ambitiouns, liked games, sometimes goes outside, has preferences, filled with desire, and of course went through a difficult time in his life, he was just as normal as the average person is. but one thing he is different from others is that he likes roasting people online especially the rich, he loves making fake accounts just to meme people, judge thier preferences and give rating for their every day (unnecessary) objects, he even makes money from it by making videos about how stupid some rich people are. But that led him to his death when he was kidnapped by a rich woman, who he had made fun of... '???' He didn't know what happened after that... --- [Somewhere in a different time]--- 'Where am I?' he asked as he tries to move his head and eyes uncoordinated, there were noticeable things to hint where he was currently at; the church was styled like it was described from a dark fantasy book, the sky was clear with a few clouds roaming in the sky as the light of dawn hits them, and his parent who looked like a literal angel, '....they seemed to be speaking..." "....to think my offspring looked... Normal, even though you're mother is a human and I, Michael... am an angel... So shouldn't you be a €i@n¥?" The angel asked the infant, only to be replied with cooing, "Oh... Who am I kidding? You're just an infant, how can you even understand..... goodbye Little David" the angel said as he spans his wings wide, knocked on the church's door before he flew from the ground and vanished between the rays of dawn ——17——Years——Later—— 'Hmm', looking back at the moment, David sighed in his stupidity for realizing something that he should've considered, "Well I was very afraid and shaken from being reincarnated, so I really can't truly blame myself for not realizing.... Right?" He asked, seemingly into the air [No, from what I can see, the fault was totally on you] the voice of the male siri that suddenly replied to him "Well fuck you, this wasn't supposed to be my problem, I'm just a defect Nephilim, not someone who asked to be a hero!" [Correction, currently you're a captive of Achilles] "That's not what I meant! You retard of a Sy--" [Playing; Don't Stop Believing by Journey] ================= This work is inspired by the stories of; the origins of the Book of Giants (and pages from the Bible that references to the Book of Giants), The story of David and Goliath, the themes, setting, scenes, land, and stories from various legends, tales, myths, 'n methods in both western and middle eastern. "..." => Talking '...' => thinking (...) => Details/explanation [...] => moves/important terms/specific places #...# => links/inspirations/references for the chapter ..====.. => end of a scene/transition to another scene ================= A [Short] novel, Meaning this is a work that I did not put my all in, But it is something that I gave my thoughts to: the chapters, characters, the plot and the finale. each chapter has atleast (1.2k)-(1.7k) words but I might be able to make chapters with nearly (2k) words, I've learned that in my previous works, the chapters are short af [–=Notes=–] >This Test Novel shall only have 20 chapters, >Have limited descriptions given >English is my third language and I learned English through poetry at first, so please anyone, help point out some writing errors of mine that I didn't do right >I lack perseverance so I might only upload mostly once a week, sometimes twice a week, or worse scenario once a (few) month(s)

Everything about Olivia belongs to Malachi Vize. On Halloween night, he can no longer lurk in the shadows. All he has left to own is her heart, even if he needs to take it. She betrayed him, and now he wants revenge against the sister who became his forbidden obsession the second he laid eyes on her. By Leigh rivers (The more collection I will have the more motivation I will have to continue this series)

Kara had finished her second glass of wine by the time she'd explained everything and her eyelids seemed to be getting heavy. Her head had been resting on my shoulder while she had been recounting the events of the night before and she seemed in desperate need of sleep, so I helped her get in position on the sofa; laid her head on a nice cushion and she fell asleep quickly. I slipped into my bedroom and got changed into a little red dress that loosely fell to mid-thigh, and quietly watched the TV, although most of the time I stared at Kara. She looked so gorgeous, so vulnerable, and I couldn't help stroking my inner thigh as I watched her sleep. I wanted her now more than ever, to feel her lips on mine again and have her body pressed against mine, but in a far more intimate way than the night before. Her knees were bent towards her chest revealing a generous amount of thigh to me, I'd hardly noticed the blue skirt when she'd arrived because of the outpouring of emotion but now I could have a proper look at her smooth legs. Even though I could see quite a bit of her outer thigh I wanted to see more. My hand had found its way under my dress and was stroking my own smooth skin as I lusted after hers. I needed to get a better look and tried moving around on my chair, like a horny sixteen-year-old boy trying to look up a girl's skirt. Instead, I'm a horny nineteen-year-old girl trying to look up a girl's skirt which is totally different, right?.... Right?