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She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE
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To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 680.3K Views

Beyond the Clouds: Rain of Divinity

Every 100,000 years, a holy being is born, foreshadowed by rain in a place of death. Legend believes killing this sacred entity grants one a unique, ultimate ability. However, a million years have passed without the birth of a single holy being, and no one knows what became of the previous ones. There are whispers that the royal families have slain them all and that the gods are punishing humanity—condemning them to suffer in an era where holiness has lost its power. The oracles have lost sight, and demons and the undead have begun their conquest. The youngest prince of the Valgulas Empire, Emrey, finds himself amidst this chaos. As demons and the undead conquer lands, desperation drives humans to embrace demonic powers in a bid to obliterate their foes. Ulrik stands on a battlefield where humans and non-humans clash in a brutal fight for survival. Though humanity is united, the end looms near. But just as the war reaches its breaking point, the heavens open, and the rain begin to fall. “Salvation!” the people cry. “The gods have finally heard our prayers!” Yet, as they rejoice in newfound hope, the rain gives way to a river of blood flowing into the abyss. In a world where the divine is both a curse and a salvation, Emrey must navigate treacherous alliances, confront his own ambitions, and ultimately face the path that could lead him to become a God—or the harbinger of further destruction. Rain of Divinity is the first book in the Beyond the Clouds series. Each book will have 600 chapters.
LazyAce · 265 Views

Eternal Rain

In the heart of the bustling city, nestled amidst towering skyscrapers, lay a corporate office where two familiar souls were destined to cross paths once more. Lily and Ethan, childhood friends who shared giggles on the playground and secrets in the library, had drifted apart after middle school. But fate had different plans for them. In the bustling corporate world, Lily, a senior employee known for her strict demeanor and impeccable work ethic, reigns with an iron fist. Her dedication and no-nonsense attitude have earned her respect and fear among her juniors, who steer clear of her path to avoid her sharp scrutiny. However, there's one exception to this rule – Ethan, a new junior who happens to be an old friend from her school days. Ethan's presence breaks through Lily's self-imposed barriers. He's transformed from the quiet boy she once knew into a vibrant, outgoing man who wears a perpetual smile. He's quick to help, warm to everyone, and his positivity seems boundless. While others might be intimidated by Lily, Ethan navigates her formidable exterior with ease, thanks to their shared history. As Ethan's unwavering cheerfulness fills the office, Lily can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She watches as he effortlessly garners the admiration of their colleagues and chips away at her carefully cultivated reputation. His ability to maintain such happiness in the face of stress and pressure perplexes her, and a sense of rivalry takes root. The more Lily observes Ethan's interactions, the more her annoyance deepens. She becomes fixated on his seemingly perpetual joy, believing it to be a facade that undermines her own meticulous approach. As her animosity towards his positivity grows, she finds herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Memories of their past friendship only intensify her internal struggle.
Virgo_owl · 11.2K Views
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