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Is There Any Work For Me

My Nasty Boss is My Slave After Work

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] In the shadows of the day, Milane toils under a mean boss, but the night brings a breathtaking twist. For when the sun sets, he becomes her submissive, obedient to her every whim. ===== -DAYTIME- "Milane, must you stomp around like a herd of elephants? My office is not a circus!" Lucas's booming voice echoed down the hallway.. "Of course, Mr. Leedon," Milane replied, her voice a model of professional composure. -NIGHTTIME- "Oh, Master M, please unleash your power upon me. Trample me under your heels, for I am but dust beneath your feet," pleaded Lu, an obedient servant. "Dust? More like a filthy rag. But if that's your desire," Master M retorted. ===== Caught in a whirlwind of exasperating workdays, Milane's grip on her sanity was slipping, held back from quitting by financial constraints. In a desperate bid to escape the stress, she took on an unconventional alter ego online – a BDSM master who commanded attention and cash. By night, she reveled in this secret persona, calling the shots and satisfying desires. In the hidden corners of the digital world, her path collided with Lu's, a submissive seeking guidance. Their connection ignited, weaving a web of shared secrets and indulgent fantasies. Unbeknownst to Milane, Lu was Lucas, her high-handed boss. The question sizzles in the air: Who will unearth the truth first? ==== New Book: "Mermaid Sugarbabe" This is a tale of a young mermaid who ventures onto land in pursuit of Merland's lost treasure. Yet, destiny takes an unexpected turn when she unintentionally enters into a contract to become the sugar baby of Max Luthers, the mafia king!
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For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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