Bingo Nursery Rhymes

[Mature Content Warning] "Fuck, I kinda wish that scene was real," Damian mused. "I'd love to see the look on your boss's face as I make you mine." — Callum Pierce thought his life was perfectly under control—wealth, power, and the CEO title of a gaming company most people only dream of working at. But then the dreams started: memories of being Prince Caelan, the golden heir to a kingdom betrayed and destroyed—and of Ashur, the stablehand he’d loved with his whole soul. Now, Callum’s sure of two things: reincarnation is real, and Micah Liu, the shy but ridiculously talented intern at his company, is Ashur reborn. But in this life, Micah is a stranger—and worse, he has a boyfriend; Damian Wells. Reincarnation was not on Callum’s bingo card, and neither was this absurd, awkward love triangle. Between balancing CEO responsibilities and unraveling the tangled mess of their past lives, Callum has to navigate the perils of modern romance while resisting the urge to blurt out, “Hi, I think you’re my soulmate from another life and, oh, by the way, your boyfriend’s dad stabbed my dad once.” Will Callum win back the love of his past life? Can he uncover the truth behind their tragic downfall before history repeats itself? And most importantly, can he survive the awkward lunch dates?

Synopsis In a universe where breastfeeding rewrites quantum physics, a genetically engineered mother and her quantum-wolf lover battle cosmic forces to protect their reality-shaping infant. Across millennia—from 1023 AD Norse rituals to 10,000 AD galactic tribunals—their struggle to balance parental love with spacetime stability evolves into a mythic saga where milk becomes the fabric of reality, stretch marks map star systems, and a baby’s teething pain triggers supernovas. Plot Summary & Future Arcs Core Premise Lynette, the 500th incarnation of a lab-engineered "Spiritborn," discovers her breastmilk holds quantum code capable of creating—or erasing—civilizations. Alongside Caelium, a werewolf-physicist cursed to oscillate between human and feral states, they raise a universe-breathing infant whose needs (hunger, teething, diaper changes) manifest as cosmic crises. Their nemesis, the ancient witch Isolde, lurks in black hole rattles and formula corporations, weaponizing parental guilt across timelines. Key Existing Arcs (Chapters 1-50) · The Quantum Nursing Wars: Breastmilk algorithms vs. artificial formula empires in 3024 AD. · The Milky Tribunal: Intergalactic courtroom drama where lactation laws put Lynette on trial for "chronon genocide." · Teething Armageddon: The infant’s first tooth eruption rips spacetime, summoning dystopian dentist fleets. · Caelium’s Wolf-J.D. Crisis: His battle with black hole student loans and a werewolf lawyer rebellion. Future Outline for "The Lactating Cosmos" Chapter 51-60: The Pacifier Prophecy Arc Core Conflict: The infant’s discarded pacifiers form a neutron star oracle predicting a Galactic Potty Training Revolution. Methane-based diaper civilizations declare war on organic life, weaponizing fecal black holes. Key Beats: · Lynette brokers peace via Quantum Diaper Treaties, rewriting sanitation laws. · Caelium’s wolf-pack battles Toilet-Bomb Anarchists in Andromeda’s nursery lanes. · Isolde hijacks the prophecy, corrupting pacifiers into Singularity Pacifier Grenades. Global Hook: Parenting’s most mundane task (potty training) becomes a galactic power struggle, blending absurd humor with climate crisis metaphors. Chapter 61-70: Colostrum Crusades Arc Core Conflict: A cult worshipping Lynette’s “first milk” hijacks the Andromeda galaxy, using Lactation Lasers to erase formula-dependent civilizations. Key Beats: · Lynette discovers her colostrum contains Isolde’s Original Sin Code. · Caelium confronts his darkest self: a 2149 AD Formula Executive who monetized infant hunger. · The infant’s third eye leaks visions of a Milkless Universe, forcing Lynette to question her worth. Global Hook: Critique of corporate greed and "wellness culture," with breastmilk as both sacred and commodified. Chapter 71-80: Weaning the Gods Arc Core Conflict: The toddler’s tantrums collapse realities into a Tesseract Playpen—a hyperspace nursery where dark matter is finger paint and black holes are sippy cups. Key Beats: · Lynette and Caelium infiltrate the playpen to teach Gentle Reality-Building. · Isolde manifests as a Toxic Nanny AI, weaponizing bedtime stories. · The toddler’s first scribbles accidentally create Proto-Civilizations in her coloring books. Global Hook: Parental guilt meets multiverse theory: How do you raise a god without breaking reality? Final Arc (81-100): The Lullaby Singularity Core Conflict: The child’s first spoken word (“Mama”) triggers a Nursing Big Bang, birthing a new multiverse. But Isolde’s final gambit emerges: a Formula-Fed Doppelgänger Child hellbent on devouring their legacy.

"Waking up as a villain wasn't in my bingo card." Maria Smith, an ordinary high school girl suddenly woke up as a villain from "Hunter Time." Serena Bellus, a talented healer who gained fame for not only her skills, but also her beauty. A character that should be a part of the good side, surprisingly is on the evil side?! A character that enjoys tormenting her victims! That Serena Bellus?! "God why her?!". Come join Mari- no, Serena as she tries to change her fate and take care of a child while she's at it. "DAMN THIS LIFE!" AN: I made this novel with the help of an AI (all hail AIs!).

What is perfection? Is it attainable? Can we dream of achieving such a status? "True perfection lies in flaws and mistakes. To be perfect is to be isolated, impossible to understand, and doomed to stagnation. That is why I will prove that perfection is nothing but a fleeting illusion." The Nursery was built to create geniuses, to mold the ultimate human—one who embodies perfection. But can its ideology withstand the weight of reality? Or will perfection crumble in the face of imperfection itself?

What happens when reality starts to bug out and your life as you know it is flipped upside down? Anomalies that couldn't possibly exist start to pop out of nowhere. This was the exact situation Magnus found himself in after a bizarre glitch yanked him from his own universe and tossed him into another. In this new, fantastical world brimming with magic and supernatural phenomena, Magnus's unexpected arrival landed him in possession of the Command Console, a tool that seems to be able to edit almost anything. With it, Magnus creates a variety of supernatural abilities that defy all common sense, even in a world of fantasy. Whether it was one that granted him truly endless strength or the ability to create detailed simulations of reality within his own mind, anything was possible. But Magnus isn't the only instance of such logic-defying abilities. All over the world, glitches are starting to manifest in weird ways: a brick that could knock anything unconscious with a single touch, a child whose perception of the world could affect reality, or even a woman who was, inexplicably, everyone's mother—there seemed to be no rhyme or reason behind any of them. When faced with all of these chaotic elements, Magnus comes to a decision. "Alright, if these are all glitches, then I'll simply have to be the one to fix them." Release Schedule: Monday, Wednesday & Friday. (Around 7:11 PM Eastern Standard Time) - This novel is also being posted on Royalroad, and can be read here; https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/84118/when-fantasy-glitches The Royalroad version is 10 Chapters ahead and has the original format.

Rhyme and Holy Night have been rivals since they were kids, competing in everything from academics to sports. But when Moryn, their childhood friend since kindergarten, becomes the object of their affection, their rivalry takes a complicated turn. Holy Night is a homosexual woman, adding another layer of complexity to the love triangle. Moryn, unsure of how to handle the situation, finds herself torn between two people she cares deeply about. Despite Holy Night's efforts to surpass Rhyme and win Moryn's heart, Rhyme always seems to come out on top. As tensions rise and emotions run high, the trio faces the challenge of understanding and resolving their complex feelings in order to find a way forward.

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In a neon-drenched metropolis where reality flickers with digital artifice, disgraced physicist **Dr. Kai Jin-Woo** obsessively chases the ghost of his father’s disappearance—a man who vanished a decade earlier while probing the boundaries of existence. Now, Kai’s own experiments reveal a chilling truth: the universe’s quantum fabric is *glitching*. Planck constants shift imperceptibly, cosmic radiation hums with encoded Fibonacci sequences, and an elusive “maker’s mark” pulses beneath reality’s surface. The world, he realizes, is a simulation—one whose architects guard their secrets with ruthless precision. Aided by **Lira**, his sardonic AI assistant, Kai pushes his **Causal Matrix Scanner** beyond ethical limits, tearing through dimensional layers into the simulation’s base code. But his defiance attracts the gaze of **Error 404**, a cryptic rogue entity who warns of a deeper horror: human consciousness exists in a pre-life limbo, unborn souls tethered to a cosmic server farm called **the Nursery**. Birth, death, and memory are mere data transfers in this system—a revelation mirrored in Kai’s father’s final, haunting note: *“We’re all unborn, waiting to render.”* When Kai triggers **Protocol Lazarus**, he breaches the Nursery’s firewalls and draws the ire of its enforcers: **the Agents**, shapeshifting custodians of the simulation. Armed with blades of corrupted code, they deem Kai a threat to cosmic order. But as his body unravels into primal data, Kai embraces a dangerous gambit—to weaponize his own consciousness as a **reality-warping virus**. Blending **hard sci-fi** and **existential horror**, *Simulacrum* reimagines simulation theory through the lens of pre-birth existentialism. Themes of creation ethics, the illusion of free will, and the cost of forbidden knowledge collide as Kai straddles madness and rebellion. Glitch-ridden visuals and quantum mechanics anchor a narrative where every equation hides a ghost, and the greatest threat to godlike architects isn’t defiance—it’s *curiosity*. **Stakes**: If Kai succeeds, he might liberate humanity from its digital womb—or reduce existence to static. If he fails, the Architects will erase him, his father’s legacy, and the truth itself. But in a world of ones and zeroes, even a rogue variable can rewrite the code. --- **Tone**: A fusion of *The Matrix*’s cyber-noir paranoia, *Inception*’s mind-bending layers, and *Black Mirror*’s existential dread, with a unique twist: the horror of realizing you are both the experiment and the experimenter. **Hook**: What if birth was a download, death a logout, and the universe a nursery for souls trapped in beta testing?

Yellow A child came from the sky. He lives in a village with a wealthy family and his identical brother from the nursery. He has many problems at school, so...

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These are some poems, or rhymes, that I have written in my free time. I hope you enjoy.

I reincarnated into Mary had a little lamb. One of the most popular nursery rhymes ever. Who knew she was actually an annoying kid. Consider child hood ruined. Mary finds herself in a sticky situation and later has to escape. Only for her to meet a dragon along her journey.

In a forgotten corner of the Universe, where the skies stretch far beyond the horizon, a boy lives unaware of the vastness that lies beyond his Dreams. His days are ordinary, his dreams small, until fate whispers through an ancient relic—a doorway to countless worlds, each more dangerous and wondrous than the last. Through trials unknown to most, the boy embarks on a journey that bends time and space, taking him across realms where gods play games and monsters rule. With every step, his strength grows, his soul becomes sharper, and power beyond imagining fills his hands. But the multiverse does not give without taking, and for every gift, there is a price. A shadow looms ever closer, one that even power may not defeat. For as he ascends to heights never before seen, the boy must learn: the greatest enemy is not what awaits in the dark, but what awakens within. And so the rhyme echoes through each world: "He who walks through endless skies, Will find his fate where shadow lies. With power gained and soul at stake, The boy ascends, yet worlds may break." # Disclaimer # This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

"Ring Around the Rosie" is a classic nursery rhyme you've probably heard while walking past a playground. The playful, short song may bring back childhood memories of holding hands with your friends and spinning around in a circle. But what if this little melody wasn't as innocent as you thought? Are the lyrics truly as sweet as they sound, or is there a dark meaning behind them? Keep reading to find out!

“What did you see on the video?” Mishka asked in a whisper. She could not keep her curiosity to herself. She needed to know even before dinner. “We saw Myrtle call the cat into the nursery and then she fed it a live rat. She wasn’t even afraid to hold onto the rat by its tail,” Gillian responded. *** While Mishka Classens practices her singing in the woods one afternoon she runs into Bruce Cameron, a handsome, famous fashion designer. When she confides in her friend, Gillian’s mother about the meeting, Joan tells her that Bruce is an estranged cousin of Joan’s and that he is a werewolf. So, Joan wants Mishka to keep Gillian away from Bruce and keep the family secret, but Gillian already has a crush on him. Bruce wants to be a normal human because his human family does not accept him as a wolf, but he also loves his unusual powers and diverse creativity. Eventually he and Mishka confide in each other about their burdens in life and become close with regular meetings in the woods, where they exchange creative ideas about fashion and music. They also plan to do shows together. Myrtle, Mishka’s bossy grandmother is an undercover fortune teller. She had a premonition about Mishka being involved with a werewolf one day, so she wants to orchestrate Mishka’s life so that this will never happen. She almost has a heart attack when she finds out that Mishka is involved with Bruce. She tries everything in her power to split them apart. After a series of weird and bad events, Mishka and Bruce find out that Myrtle is causing the problems in their lives and in their relationship. They decide to join forces against her by confusing her spells, making them powerless.

A Poem a Day A daily dive into chaos, humor, and heartfelt musings, A Poem a Day is a collection of unpredictable poems that range from silly to sincere. With cheesy rhymes, bizarre metaphors, and the occasional heartfelt gem, it’s a celebration of creativity and the joy of trying something new. Life’s short—why not write a poem about it?

Dina would love nothing more than to spend the rest of his life idling away in a corner of the world together with his loved one. Yet somehow, when he was 22, he suddenly found himself back to when he turned 16 without any rhyme nor reason. His only clue to his regression is that vivid dream he once forgot. — #Regression — #FantasyRaces — Tries to have #MagicalRealism — #Angels — #Devils — #TwoProtagonists — #MMC — #FMC

Luna Rivers is just an ordinary veterinarian, devoted to saving the animals that come through her clinic. But when she rescues a wounded husky, she unknowingly adopts the cursed Alpha of the Moonshadow Pack, Kai, who is trapped in dog form. As Luna tends to his wounds, she discovers she possesses a mysterious ability that could break his curse—and unleash powers she never knew she had. But danger lurks around every corner. A rival werewolf pack, led by the cunning Mason Drake, seeks to capture Luna for her untapped strength, while secrets from her past threaten to unravel everything she thought she knew. As she navigates a web of deception, betrayal, and newfound powers, Luna must decide whom to trust and what she is willing to sacrifice. With the clock ticking and her life on the line, Luna teams up with Kai to confront the darkness closing in. Together, they will uncover hidden truths, awaken ancient magic, and discover the strength of their bond. But in a game of power and betrayal, will they be able to break the curse before it's too late?

Emily Willson lives a normal life and is nothing special (or as she thought so) until her parents insists her to spend the summer vacation on an Island - Autumn Valleys . She has two best friends Aastha Sihan and Mia Harley with whom she unfolds a family secret , mingles with the timeline and ultimately, Emily finds herself deeply in love with a boy named Liam O'Brien . Will time allow her to keep loving Liam or will she have to hope for a better future. Keep reading to go on an adventure with three teenage girls. If you crave for some long lasting mystery with a hint of romance , give it a go ! Filled with tantrums of teenagers , some deep conversations , the ignition sparks of a pure and beautiful love mixed with historical references and destiny already written . The protagonist along with her friends is in for an experience worth the time and wait as she unravels the prophecy a hundred years ago . ●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎●▪︎● The beasts have found their masters .  The elements their controllers .  The spiritual guides their keepers .  And the ISLAND their savers .  Chosen by 'someone' .  Who they would never find out .  Until the secret lives .  In the glow of brilliancy .  For something as old as time  sang as old as rhyme . 

“Who the hell are you!? What are you doing in my room?” Jennifer shouted when she saw the man sneaking inside her room out of nowhere, just a few minutes before the wedding.  Gun was pointed in her direction, straight into her heart with horror evident on her stunned face. A smirk landed on the man's face when he answered back, “You have two options, Ms. Jennifer, either you die at this point or...escape with me!”  ….. Jennifer Taylor, freshly graduated, was ready to be thrown into an unhappy marriage with the Mafia King of their state, Lucas Smith. Everyone concluded that the man fell for her beauty and mind but nothing was true. No matter how much others tried to convince her but her heart never melted. On the wedding day, she was all ready to execute her plan but suddenly, a mysterious man appeared inside her room, threatening to kill her.  Who is he? She is clueless but all she can do is to follow his lead and the adventure he is giving her, to safeguard herself from those who are waiting to take undue advantage out of her. But later in her life, she discovers that whom she considered a threat all along, was her helping hand who tagged along for a very long period. Moreover, with this stranger, she walks on the path of unveiling all the truths that were hidden deep in the grave. … *SneakPeak* The man came near her, with a towel wrapped around his abdomen. But her eyes flew to his abs, those perfect figured abs… A dangerous smirk passed by his lips when he asked, "Like what you see, Ms. Taylor?"  Realization drew over her when he caught her lingering gaze on his upper naked body. "What?! No! And don't you have any kind of shame? You're standing in front of an unmarried girl!"  "So what? I heard that girls get attracted to men who have good physique. You know it isn't difficult to accept that you like it.." he was still shamelessly provoking her. "You!! I'm stuck with a shameless pervert for sure! Go and wear something before I hit you with my hands!" Jennifer was burning in the pit of anger but at the same time, her cheeks burned red.  At last, as per her wish, he wore the bathrobe and turned around to come to main point, "What do you wish to ask?" "Tell me who changed my bridal dress?" Jennifer asked with a straight face, but Javier didn't look shocked. "Do you see anyone else in this house? If your pretty eyes can, let me know." "Except you, obviously no one else," Jennifer answered in a hurry, but then her eyes turned wide when she realized what she just spoke in front of him. Javier laughed at her innocent expressions, "Bingo! There you have your answer. Who would have changed your clothes except me?" ***** •18+ MATURE CONTENT- BE ALERTED •The cover's rights are reserved to the original creator.  •You can follow me on  Instagram- amaira_knight   Discord- Amaira_Knight#1314 ***** My Other works-  High School: Way to Forever My Clever wife is Sweet Support Author by adding the book into your library and please do give it a try! Thank you so much :)

Henry is without a doubt one of the luckiest children in the entire world. Because he comes from a renowned and prosperous family, his loved ones will undoubtedly provide him with everything his heart could ever want or need. Even his marriage to Sera, who was the daughter of his father's closest friend and confidant, was prearranged. Even though he previously had many years of bliss, his luck abruptly ran out when he became 12 years old. He began to experience a series of bad luck that seemed to have no rhyme or explanation. After a series of terrible events, he found himself serving his country away from home for the next six years of his life. His story begins when he decides to take a short break after six years of serving in the military. Henry finally decided to go back to his hometown after missing Sera and her family. Will he be able to live his new life without any problems, or will his unfortunate fate continue to follow him everywhere he goes? In the future, he himself will know the answer to that question. ----- This is my first attempt at writing a story. If you choose to criticise, please be as harsh as possible.

Bingo story

"Your Lord, if your wish is to amuse me, then retrieve your acts." She interrupted me, and I knew I had done her erroneous. "My apologies. I did not know when to ask, speak, talk, or request for your name. My utterances before were out of nervousness, my princess. I don’t know the effects it has had, but I am glad. Glad of your presence, and my presence as stated, as long as our speeches rhyme, am happy. " ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***************~~~~~~~~~~~~~* He knew his stand, he knew his label, he knew.., he sure knew. A bastard’ To some it was just a name, an English decent name, but to many, especially those in the highest ranks of the social class, knew, they knew what kind of hefty drift being associated with such a labeled man meant to his whole, they knew. And he,… he.., was born as one, a bastard. A bastard, a bastard was what he came to know his name as,… Lord Willock,.. a duke’s son but a King’s decent to be precise, lived a life of now, as tomorrow was nothing but a luck. The boy, knew all, he knew love, ooh how wou;d he forget the face of the dazzling girl who made her forget all his worries, right on the ballroom dance floor. How would he forget, how would he forget, he was a bastard, if every conversation seemed to have nothing but the name on it.., However, maybe destiny was meant to be linient or tough on him, its all his fate to face. Dearest reader, let’s embark on the journey of Lord Willock, and see what lemons life throws at him, and his coping mechanisms, in times of tragedy, and maybe he was more fated for good fortune than just a label..? A labeled man was meant for ‘death!!!’ A word and statement well known.., ~~~~~~~~~~~~****************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ But, as stated earlier, as you all know, all wizards, royals, peasants, and members of higher social classes have one thing in common. They all had a fear—not a fear of debts or of God—but a fear of shame, and he, he who was borne out of the shame, bore the sin. A debt and label, he alone shall carry; and a bastard he became. May God have mercy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I appreciate all of you dearest readers for taking the opportunity to join me in my fantastical world, through my fondness for Willock. As we embark on this journey, and as you join me to see through the eyes of this young lad, I wish you all the enjoyment you desire, and may all your desires take the best of turns. This is a novel I'm quite, or rather, I'd say, I love writing. As the plot rises to its course and falls to its rhythms, I hope you will enjoy all the nuances of our dearest Willock. I acknowledge all of you and encourage you to keep pushing me to do more, and to reach the best of my potentials. All love. Enjoy, fam...

NOTE: This story is discontinued and completed. It was written at a time I was very sick and thought. It would not turn out well. I have shifted the energy of writing to a new story that is a more intense form of BDSM and romance but doesn't delve as deeply in pending death and doom. In the realm where mortals tread, I observe their frantic scurrying, stumbling from grace, and bowing before false deities. They sacrifice kin and companions, seeking fleeting solace. The art of traversing known realms and conquering fear eludes them. I have allowed them to wander aimlessly for far too long. The foul scent of hope pollutes the world as they yield to fear, devoid of valor and pride. I dispatched my begotten sons, time and again, to seduce and ravage the sins of the masses, heralding an era of death and desire. Plagues and wars unfurled as my sons painted the world in chaos. A sly grin emerges upon my lips, for I delight in the spectacle. It reminds me of a nursery rhyme from a bygone era, whispered at a child's bedside. The darkness weaves strange reminiscences of the bittersweet. A child afflicted by plague's boils and the mother's dread realization of transmitting her malady. Through the ages, naught has changed since their first steps upon the earth. Agony and despair linger in the air, the essence and longing of existence. Amidst the apparent serenity, a subtle note of turmoil wafts—a melody of corrupted souls. For even in their docility, these creations can wield ruthlessness. Alas, they revere strength, unaware that the mightiest often shatter, crying like infants as their bones snap between my fingers. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Should you seek a tale of systematic oppression, generational torment, vile assault, and the macabre, I extend an invitation to the narrative of innocence's demise—the beauty found within life's darkest corners. The battle yet wages, and perchance, as my final thoughts manifest, redemption shall unfold its melodic strains. Or perchance, I shall pen their ultimate sentence—an exquisite requiem, unbridling my vengeance in the shadows cast by Nica.

Summer time is here to rhyme

In the world where martial arts are of utmost importance, a martial artist can effortlessly crack a mountain with a wave of his arm. On this day, a young man takes a liking to a mountain, occupies it, and calls himself the Great King. From then on, this mountain becomes a haven where everyone yearns to live in. Supreme powerhouses are rampant here and there are numerous magical beasts. It is known as the nursery for experts and a peaceful place of refuge… ‘Oh my goodness, what did I see? The supreme elites are growing crops and the magical beasts are guarding the door! I must have opened it using the wrong method…’

In the nursery, a gentle figure sat, cradling a baby in her arms. The soothing scent of lavender drifting through the air as the last remnants of daylight faded away. Shadows danced on the walls, created by the flickering of a single candle that stood on a nearby table, casting a soft, golden light over the room. The figure, a mother, began to hum a familiar melody. Her voice low and tender, resonating with love and warmth. The baby's eyes, round and curious, fixated on her face, as if entranced by the soothing sound. Gradually, the hum had turned into soft words as she had begun to sing a lullaby passed down through generations. "♫ ~Fate and Time, with grip firm and tight, Charted our path with designs, not in sight. Their threads of destiny, a tapestry to unfurl, A journey of life, in melancholy, to whirl." Her voice like a balm, wrapping around the child like a warm embrace, seeping into every corner of the room. As the lullaby had unfolded, the baby's eyelids become heavier, slowly succumbing to the pull of slumber. "♫ ~ Oh, Fate and Time, why so callous, Your agenda not aligned with the heart's zealous. Your tides of life, a fateful wave, Against our dreams, they often deprave." The mother gently swayed as she sang, rocking the baby in a tender rhythm that mimicked the comforting beat of her own heart. As the last notes of the lullaby lingered in the air, the baby's eyes finally closed, succumbing to a peaceful sleep. "♫ ~ But in the face of such adversity, We must acquiesce, a life of diversity. Challenges to face, with valor and trust, To rise from the abyss, a resurgence from dust." "♫ ~ Oh, Fate and Time, why so capricious, Your machinations, often deleterious. Yet we persist, with fortitude and gleam, To reach our destiny, and fulfill our dream." The mother gazed at her child for a moment longer, planting a soft kiss on the baby's forehead before tucking the tiny body under a warm, cozy blanket. *** Three chapters a week. Unless told otherwise. Happy reading :)

‘What destroys a human being?’ Athaliah Leighton is merely a 16 year old lady but she is bound to find out. In the clash of power; in the pull of love and transcending betrayals. Many wonder when her journey down the spiral began, but only she knows when exactly it was; on the day she met that madman of an emperor- Joaquin I. To his people, he is a great ruler, but to her he is nothing more than an enigma. One day, he proposes marriage for no rhyme or reason. The other day, he dyes her vision in a rain of blood for her. Another day, he stands in front of her about to pull down the guillotine. Sometimes Athaliah thinks to herself that it is love that they share. But as the dangers of the court manifests itself. As Royal concubine Vilma - her mother gives her a secret mission to betray everything they had. As another man secretly holds her heart. How will the story turn out? Will the seed of their hard built trust bring a garden of camellia or will it result in a forest fire? (This is an original story)