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Too Gay for You: Don't Give me Heart Eyes (GL)

Popular girl Ari Cho is absolutely charming, leaving Yumi Kim, the school nerd, so gay to function normally. ** FOREWORD: Like any other day, I sat back and watched Ari hold court in the far corner of the school cafeteria. She was surrounded by her usual swarm of admirers, each one trying—and failing—to win her over. One by one, they crumbled under the weight of her gentle rejections, their faces painted with the sting of unrequited affection. Oh, what a marvellous sight to behold. The scene took a dramatic turn when two of the boys started arguing, throwing out accusations about who was making Ari more uncomfortable. The irony was almost too good—they were both so oblivious to the fact that their entire presence was likely making her want to bolt out the door. I took another bite of my sandwich, savouring the free entertainment. Poor Ari, trapped in the middle of a gaggle of hormonal teenagers who genuinely believed their cringe-worthy displays of “manliness” would sweep her off her feet. Pathetic. You might be wondering why I’m not stepping in to rescue Ari from that circus of admirers. Well, let me give you three solid reasons why meddling is a terrible idea for me. First, I’m no Superman—I don’t do heroic deeds. Second, I’m far too comfortable living my drama-free life to jeopardise it now. And third, let’s be real, my body is definitely not built for a catfight. As I happily munched on my sandwich, enjoying the chaos from a safe distance, I made a grave error, I locked eyes with Ari. Oh, crap. Picture this: while the two idiotic boys were still mid-argument, Ari—with a slightly shy smile—started walking towards my direction, her tray of food balanced in her hands. No, no, no. God, please tell me she’s not actually coming to talk to m— “Hi, Yumi!” she said casually, her smile so bright it could power a small city. ** OTHER STORIES: Miss Not So Typical (on going)
Talesofheaven · 13.9K Views

La Novia del Demonio

*Novela de Fantasía Histórica de Amor Lento* Elisa estaba a punto de cambiarse el vestido que yacía sobre la esquina de su cama, cuando oyó un golpe suave procedente de su puerta. Curiosa, giró la perilla de la puerta solo para encontrarse con un hombre alto erguido frente a ella. —¡Señor Ian! —lo llamó. Ian sonrió con la acostumbrada sonrisa maliciosa que siempre usaba. Sus ojos carmesíes se pasearon un poco por su habitación y detectaron el vestido negro sobre su cama y luego desviaron la mirada hacia la mujer que tenía delante. Dio un paso adelante y habló. —¿Dónde conseguiste ese vestido? —Me lo dio el Señor Harland —respondió Elisa y estiró su cuello para ver cómo se fruncían las cejas de Ian en su elegancia. —¿Sabes por qué a un hombre le encantaría regalarle un vestido a una mujer? —él planteó el acertijo que siempre la hacía pensar dos veces antes de responder. Pero esta vez, no encontró respuesta y en su lugar negó con la cabeza—. No sé. Su sonrisa se volvió cautivadora, como si algo se hubiera agitado profundamente dentro de los ojos escarlata que tenía. Lentamente deslizó su mano sobre el cuello de su vestido, enviando un escalofrío frío que la sobresaltó por un momento debido a su baja temperatura. Después de desabotonar los primeros dos botones en su cuello, inclinó su cabeza hacia abajo, susurrándole al oído. —Porque desean ser ellos quienes quiten la tela. Hizo una pausa y besó su cuello, tiñendo la piel pálida de rojo antes de retractar su movimiento para fijar su vista en ella y responder con calma. —Desafortunadamente, no puedes ponerte el vestido de allí con esto —se rió entre dientes y le pasó una caja a su mano—. Y la buena noticia es que te he preparado un vestido. Elisa era una niña maldita que podía ver fantasmas. Su familia la odiaba y la lanzaba de una familia adoptiva a otra. Sin embargo, la desgracia no actuaba sola. Cuando la crió su tía, fue vendida como esclava. Cuando pensó que no sería nada más que un sacrificio para el hechicero, fue salvada por un hombre cuya identidad era muy distinta a la de un ser mítico normal. *** Este libro es ORIGINAL y no es una Traducción Únete al discord del Autor: https://discord.gg/YPKueb4
mata0eve · 125K Views

Reivindicando Meu Marido CEO Possessivo

Corria o boato de que Xaviera Evans tinha uma constituição frágil — uma beleza doentia. Dizia-se que ela gastava uma fortuna todos os dias em medicamentos — comendo-os como doces. E que dez servos a esperavam junto à sua cama todos os dias — um fardo para todos. Todos esperavam que a família Evans devolvesse Xaviera Evans para o campo e a deixasse cuidar de si mesma. Xaviera Evans: "Eles estão todos dizendo que sou fraca e não consigo cuidar de mim mesma. Aparentemente, também gasto dinheiro de forma imprudente." Ela olhou para sua camisa esfarrapada e ficou exasperada. Xaviera Evans: "Está dizendo que essa família rica deixa a filha usar roupas esfarrapadas todos os dias?" A filha rica da família Evans? Ela já tinha tido o suficiente! Não seria mais essa pessoa! Portanto... Malandro: "Sem a família Evans, você não é nada." Xaviera Evans: "Se eu for expulsa da família Evans, estarei acabada." Mulher malandra: "Irmã, não fique muito desapontada. Contanto que você trabalhe duro, será elogiada um dia." Xaviera Evans: "Cale a boca, eu não conheço um traidor como você." O malandro e a mulher malandra: "???" Corria o boato de que o filho mais novo da família Mamet, Caleb Mamet, casou-se precipitadamente com uma mulher que só tinha aparência. Xaviera Evans: "Alguém está me menosprezando?" Um dia, Xaviera Evans viu um dos funcionários de Caleb Mamet quebrando a cabeça sobre uma série de números na tela do computador. Como estava livre, ela deu uma mãozinha. Ela acabou de quebrar o firewall criado pelos esforços conjuntos dos melhores hackers de elite?! Caleb Mamet se aproximou a cada passo. "Xaviera, o que mais você está escondendo de mim? Hein?" Xaviera Evans: "Ah, não! Estou tonta de novo! Sou tão fraca. Este corpo meu é simplesmente muito fraco!"
Qiaoqiao · 649.4K Views

La bendición de Neris

La muerte recorría su muñeca, rastros de sangre aún por sus uñas. Nadie podía negarlo, estaba huyendo. Su vestimenta representaba poder, un hombre de posición y habilidad. Su rostro el de un soldado, cansado de la guerra y rencoroso con lo que le obligaron a crear. Aún así, no era un hombre, no era un soldado, ni siquiera un héroe. Era un niño, un crío en el cuerpo de un hombre que debió afrontar la guerra y ser la llave para terminarla. Todo culminando en la deserción de lo creó, y sobre todo a su título de héroe. Ahora en camino a un nuevo hogar, un nuevo inicio. Confiado en su habilidad para sobrevivir, la magia en su cuerpo ansiando salir para provocar emoción, tratando de mostrarse al mundo y ser reconocida. Pero no podía mostrarla, no otra vez. Quién podría saber lo que le harían si vuelve a revelarla otra vez. Ella muy diferente a su compañero. Un rostro sin alguna preocupación o temor de lo que le esperaba. Su informe sin rango pero sus habilidades pulidas como nunca. Apretaba el torso de su compañero con amor, sin querer volver a soltarlo. Su largo cabello bailando con el viento y su sonrisa tan cálida como el dragón que montaba. Su vestimenta formal no encajaba con ninguna escama de su montura, su cuerpo lleno de historia pero oculto por la tela. Si el mundo pudiera recibir una pizca del amor que le entrega a él quizás no habría tanto sufrimiento, quizás tanto dolor se pudo haber evitado si ella lo hubiera recibido de niña aunque sea un sola vez. Pero, ¿Quién la culparía? ¿Quién podría sobrevivir a ella una vez se le acusa por lo que ocurrió en Iera? Nadie, nadie vivo. Ambos huyendo. Él tratando de olvidar. Ella alejándose de su nación. Pero Neris no será su paraíso, y no sería su escondite. La guerra no era única de Iera. El sufrimiento no pararía fuera de su continente. Y Iera no era fácil de olvidar, no podías simplemente alejarte de su agarre. Él jamás podrá escapar de la nobleza pues se atraen sin control. Y jamás podrá olvidar con su compañera a su lado. Ella jamás podrá encontrar un momento donde alguien no querrá usar su habilidad. Y jamás podrá lograr que él tenga paz.
Sylies · 9.7K Views

The Shadowed Lineage

I’ve done it all, I have achieved my greatest dream yet I feel empty. I cherished all those who deserved it, and silenced the undeserving. I’ve come so far through this treacherous road yet as tears flow down my face, I don’t feel the accomplishment. Was everything I did for nought? “The only thing standing between you and your goal is the story you keep telling yourself.” I silently muttered to myself as I read and cleaned the books of my abuelo. These books have been in the attic for so long, a treasure from the past yet they are here, slowly degrading. “Are you done cleaning, hijo?” grumbled by my abuela and she added, “Come on now, we have a lot to clean up, the moving company is coming!” I smiled at her and replied, “Yeah I’ll be done in a while, these are treasures, you know?” As I continued what I was doing, I found a book covered by a tela hidden behind a box. I immediately went for it and as I held it in my hands, I felt the dust-covered worn hard-bonded book. I cleaned it with my trapo and read the worn out title, “La Sociedad Secreta de la Justicia.” The secret society of justice, that is such a rich name for a book, I thought. As I opened it, a trail of musty old-book smell filled the air. A thrill of anticipation went through me as I flipped through the first few pages of. Intrigue went through the roof as I discovered that it wasn’t a novel but my Abuelo’s diary. “Quite a strange title for a diary, lolo.” A tear formed on my eyes as I muttered to the heavens while slightly laughing. My abuelo hasn’t died for long but he still never fails to make me smile. A short burst of deep honks brought me back to reality. I really am in trouble now! I whispered to myself and not long after, I heard the shout of my Abuela, “Alejandro, I told you already, pack up and arrange the books on the truck along with other items!” After a few hours of back-breaking, sweat-forming, and snot-forming work; we’ve finally done it! After a few minutes of break time had gone by, I went to the bathroom and cleaned the dirt I picked up today. After that I dressed myself, and together with my family, we went out of the house. My father, for the last time, locked the gate. As I heard the metals clicking, I looked back to see the house for the last time. This house was my home, my childhood, and my memories yet today I am leaving it all behind. Tears formed on my tear ducts as I was reminiscing about the past. “Let’s go now, your Abuela is tired and wants to sleep on a bed as fast as possible.” blurted out by my father. I closed the door slowly as I entered the taxi solemnly, knowing that a new chapter would start anew, and there was no turning back. Author's Note; Hello mijos and mijas! This will be my hobby book as I am still studying at an engineering school. Expect no regular uploads as this season marks the deadliest chapter of my life (I might fail!). But throwing that aside, this novel only has the backbone for now, nothing is really set in stone so you might, can, and would have a part in creating this! This novel is basically the creation of my daydreaming haha, I am really excited to hear your thoughts! Ah yes, do know that I am Filipino and this novel is centered on the southern tip of the Philippines so expect some unfamiliar words, or unfamiliar sentence-structure, just ask me though, I'll be glad to explain!
Stelllax · 504 Views

The Reincarnated Nobody: Please control your power

Max’s life takes an absurd nosedive when he dies during a marathon—not from exhaustion or injury, but from slipping on a banana peel and crashing into a dog, all because the Grim Reaper was too busy on a date to collect his soul on time. If that wasn’t ridiculous enough, his funeral is a rush job, with Max being buried almost before he’s cold. It’s like the world couldn’t wait to move on without him. In the Netherworld, Max is offered a “sorry for killing you by mistake” compensation in the form of a magical fruit. But instead of playing it safe, Max decides to go big or go home and grabs the Forbidden Fruit, which turns out to be a cosmic-level power-up. Reincarnated on a faraway planet, Max quickly discovers that he’s now the most powerful being in the universe. The problem? He has zero control over it. Even using 1% of his strength could turn mountains into dust, and don’t even mention what happens when he sneezes—whole planets go poof! Poor Max can’t even walk normally without risking planetary destruction. It’s like being Superman with the clumsiness of a toddler. As Max zooms through space, trying to keep his powers in check, he can’t help but wonder how he’s supposed to live a low-key life when the slightest hiccup could send the universe into chaos. His journey is less about fighting bad guys and more about trying to not accidentally destroy everything around him. And with every step, it’s becoming clear that keeping a low profile might be the most impossible task of all.
RAJESH_GOTAME · 10.5K Views

The Black Canary in Orario

When Dinah Laurel Lance; a.k.a. the Black Canary, thought she was about to succumb to her injuries; after she and her allies fought the rising regime of Superman, Dr. Fate stepped in and took her away. Dr. Fate dropped her off in an unknown world with the words, "Live a better and happier life. You're only 24 and you've already got a precious son to take care of. You've helped save our world countless times from threats too great and terrible as the Black Canary. I think it's time for you to be Dinah Laurel Lance and raise your son right." Dinah; with her adorable son in her arms, finds herself in the continent of Eden and she travels north to reach the City of Orario. What Familia will she join? Will she survive the perils of the dungeon? Will she attain her happiness? How will the Gods and Goddesses of the land react to her changing presence in this world? You'll have to read to find out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If any of you like what I do and want to support me even more, then that would be amazing. This story will keep on going because I'm having such a great time writing it. Additional Tags for this story are: Thinking Outside The Box, and others to be mentioned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - This is a work of fiction that draws on several source materials which I don't own. Danmachi, The Injustice DC Universe, and others I've yet to name are some of where I draw the materials from. Some of the things, places, and ideas that are mentioned in this story are owned by their respective authors/writers/creators. - The cover art is not mine. But it looks pretty cool. I'll be trying to make my own. - I own my Original Characters. The alternate changes I made to certain things, and others. Certain plot devices, ideas, etc.
KnightWriterRLK · 186.4K Views

Cønsequences Øf A Renagade

"Power tends to corrupt; absolute power corrupts absolutely." What would you do with absolute power? How would the world react to you? With fear? Trepidation? Perhaps awe? Godlike reverence? With a power thrust upon me, tempestuously and my world falling apart around me, how would you thrive? Would you rule with an iron fist? Or munificent benevolence? My choices define me; to an end, I cannot make out. Perhaps it will never be discerned. But do I really want to know... how it all ends? ---------------------------------------------------------- Describing the book a bit more, considering the above is quite vague, it is, at its most basic, an evil Superman novel. Obviously, it's been done before: Homelander, Omni-man, Brightburn. However, none of these especially go into the mind of those characters. They're either psychopaths, had a bad childhood, loyal to another planet etc. So I wanted to portray a character that is a normal person, gaining powers whilst no one else does and seeing how the world reacts to them and what I believe would happen. I want to portray how their mind changes, their biases and beliefs. Whether this is done well is for you to decide. I’m an amateur writer, doing this as a mixture of practice and entertainment. The chapters may take a while to come out, but I like to spend my time on them – perfecting them to the best of my ability. The book will likely be a couple of hundred chapters long and completed no matter how long it takes. I’m trying to improve my English skills to a reasonable degree so harsh criticism would be much appreciated... within reason. Currently, I'm trying to achieve 2 chapters a week, but there are no promises. On a positive, it will be entirely free. On that note, if you enjoy the story, thank you. If you hate it, it is what it is; I understand not every book will suit every person. And with that, I hope you enjoy it. *Views expressed throughout the story do not represent my views. The narration is from a biased viewpoint, and it is a realistic and dark world; there will be things that you may find repugnant. This does not mean I believe or endorse them! *The story, setting, person(s), companies, entities or nations portrayed in this book are fictitious.
ARenagade · 66.4K Views

Tulsa King

If there’s one thing we’ve learned about Sylvester Stallone’s character from the first looks and trailers coming out for his upcoming Paramount+ series, Tulsa King, it’s that he’s not messing around. In a new teaser released to the show’s Twitter account, it’s clear that things are serious … very serious. The series will follow Stallone’s Dwight “The General” Manfredi after he’s been shipped off to Tulsa by the leader of his mafia family. Before embarking on his new adventure, Manfredi is made aware that the family will no longer be backing him, leading the longtime mafioso to set up a crew of his own. Although it’s less than one minute, the clip reveals The General is making his way to Tulsa, Oklahoma after doing a 25-year stint behind bars. Packed with the typical action sequences you’d expect from a Stallone-led production, with well-choreographed fight scenes and quotable one-liners around every corner, we see the outsider try his best to fit in, but ultimately stick out in style, attitude, and accent. Set to crash onto the streamer on November 13, Stallone will appear next to a killer lineup of talent that includes the likes of Martin Starr (Silicon Valley), Vincent Piazza (Boardwalk Empire), Andrea Savage (I’m Sorry), Domenick Lobardozzi (The Irishman), A.C. Peterson (Superman & Lois), Max Casella (The Tender Bar), Jay Will (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel), Garrett Hedlund (The United States vs. Billie Holiday), and Dana Delany (Body of Proof).Sylvester Stallone's 'Tulsa King' Wraps Production Along with the A-list call sheet, the project has some equally gargantuan names backing it. Yellowstone co-creator and Academy Award nominee Taylor Sheridan adds Tulsa King to his list of projects created for Paramount+. Along with the already dropped Yellowstone prequel 1883 and Mayor of Kingstown, the triple threat has several projects en route to viewers including Lioness, 1883: The Bass Reeves Story, Land Man, and 1932. Emmy Award winner Terence Winter, who backed both The Sopranos and The Wolf of Wall Street, will serve the series as its showrunner and writer. Along with their already huge credits for the series, Stallone, Sheridan, and Winter will also serve on the executive production team alongside David C. Glasser, Ron Burkle, Bob Yari, David Hutkin, Allen Coulter, and Braden Aftergood. MTV Entertainment Studios and 101 Studios serve as producers. With the latest teaser in the books, we’re one step closer to seeing Stallone’s Manfredi splitting skulls all over the city of Tulsa while he builds a family of his own. Check out the clip below.
milos_vasic · 5.7K Views
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