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Get Back to You

NOTE: Get Back To you is an LGBT novel series. Get Back to You is a heartfelt love story between two strong and unforgettable women. Lillian Grey, a celebrated author, and Giselle, an aspiring top editor, shared a deep bond during their school days—a love that bloomed beautifully but was abruptly cut short when one of them walked away. Years later, fate brings them back together in their hometown. As their paths cross once again, old feelings resurface, secrets are uncovered, and emotions long buried come to light. Will they rekindle their lost love, or will the past keep them apart? Join Lillian and Giselle on a romantic, yet hilarious journey filled with tender moments, unexpected twists, and heartfelt revelations. From rediscovering what they mean to each other to confronting the truths they've hidden, this is a love story that will make you laugh, cry, and cheer. Get Back to You—a tale of love, sacrifice, and second chances. Will it end with a happily ever after or a bittersweet goodbye? Stay tuned and let your heart melt as you watch Lillian and Giselle’s greatest love story unfold. A Message from the Author: Hey guys, 'Get Back To You' is very special because it is my first novel and a bold choice, I would say. The once short story showed a lot of potential for a perfect novel, and the characters had a depth to them and an unheard voice, for which I wanted to bring justice by exploring and writing. I hope that my efforts reap rewards when the readers enjoy the tale as they travel through this journey. **** I'm deeply grateful for having an opportunity to share the story here and for all the love I've received thus far and in the future. Thank you very much for enjoying 'Get Back to You!' And on that note, I have more stories to write for you guys, so stay tuned. With love, L’Jack Ace
ljack_ace · 1.7M Views

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 · 688.9K Views

A PLACE CALLED "HOME"

" Please, May I know what the name is? you look 'stressed and pale'... and I would like to get you something to eat. " No! I objected to his request... &quot, oh really....no one ever rejected my offer...and what did they call you?.... I mean , your name ? " I am Rosemary but you can call me 'Rosie'... i said flatly Rosie is the third born of her mother. she got three elderly ones and three younger ones. she from a polygamous home. her mother was so loved by her father before death took her father. Her eldest siblings marriages is not a place called home because their homes is full of acrimony and that made her so scared of marriage. she has seen and heard of broken homes and even witnessed some occurrences. with the death of her father and acrimonious home of her eldest siblings with the biggest mistake made by her eldest brother made her to be pressured by her mum to get married to a wealthy man so that the standard of living in the home would be elevated. Rosie is a virgin that has never been touched by any man. she is so scared of marriage and even delving into relationships. but with the happenings at her family home, made her to disguised herself at school and don't even look like a virgin even if you are told. she is one of the most beautiful young lady in her family. she have a brief bow legs and some distinct features about her that made guys to approach her. people thought she was philandry because of different guys tripping into her school hostel to get to know her but with this act, she was in search of a heart called home while keeping her virtue. sex before marriage is out of her style. until she met this young charming looking dark guy named JERRY! who won her heart with just a helping heart and who was also in search of a peaceful home to build up with the right woman. follow me and see how destiny brought them together!
EFIMUEH_ROSEMARY · 27.3K Views
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