Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

"Listen, buddy, your cock was the last thing that got inside me, so unless I’m having some kind of miracle baby, yeah, you’re the father. Congrats." — Raelynn had one goal that night—drown her sorrows in cheap whiskey after getting fired from her job. What she didn’t plan on was two surprises: one, a steamy night with a ridiculously good-looking stranger, and two, a $10,000 check for her the next morning. Jackpot, right? Wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the biggest surprise of all—she’s pregnant. And the father? None other than Elion Vaelorian, the country’s richest and most powerful businessman, with a face that could melt ice... and a personality just as cold. What Raelynn doesn’t know is that Elion isn’t just any man. And the baby she’s carrying? Let’s just say it’s far from ordinary, and its existence could shake the foundations of the world she knows.

After losing everything at the age of seven Chari develops a split personality or rather a second him is born within himself. Although they shared many similarities there were many difference between them, one of them being his alter's propensity for violence. Chari and his alter, Luck, later find themselves once again in a tango with death which they inevitably lose but in that moment of grief they are suddenly reborn as twins into world plagued by a brutal war between civilization and the Phantoms. In a world with scheming clans, murderous elves and lustful beastfolk they will have to do everything in their power to adapt or die. =================== Fueled by an ever burning determination to protect those he cares about and his bubbling insanity Luck sets his mind on one goal. Become overwhelmingly strong, strong enough to shake the very foundations of this new world. After all, the clans are not the only ones with secrets. [SYSTEM NOTIFICATION] [INTERCEDE] Discord: https://discord.gg/qgnupxMM2P

After being confined in a mental asylum for years, Jin Jiuchi had just been released back to human habitation when he suddenly found himself trapped in a dangerous and thrilling survival game. Wait, is there something wrong with you all? Why do you look so scared? This world is so… exciting! For Jin Jiuchi, this beast in human clothing who was chained by society laws, the appearance of the Nightmare Cycle was akin to a dream come true! Drinking tea with a dismembered bride in a haunted apartment, dancing tango with the evil spirit in the depths of suicide forest, skipping rope with the ancient god in a forgotten civilization… Jin Jiuchi was so happy that he was going crazy! However, when he went crazy, all the players and NPCs in the cycle trembled in fear. *** There was only a beautiful jade doll who had never been afraid of him. Shen Nianzu called out softly, "Jin-ge." Jin Jiuchi, who was happily digging through a rotten corpse's stomach, suddenly dropped everything and zoomed in front of Shen Nianzu with a speed invisible to naked eyes. His eyes were curved into crescents as he asked, "What's wrong, Nian'er? Do you want to join me too?" Shen Nianzu was expressionless as he stared at the bloody man in front of him. Then he suddenly stretched out a hand, palm up. Confused, Jin Jiuchi placed his dirty paw in Shen Nianzu's hand and shook it. Shen Nianzu: “Good boy.” Jin Jiuchi: ? *** Lunatic drama king, wild beast gong x big beauty, cunning, strong-acting-weak shou Additional tags: top/gong/seme protagonist, action, supernatural, psychological, mystery, slow romance, ghosts, gore, monsters, beasts, shameless protagonist, survival game, teamwork, unlimited flow, horror, suspense, younger love interest Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord: delanasiwarka#1490 Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord

Sofia, reeling from her fiancé Julian's infidelity with her step-sister Rachel, finds herself lost and heartbroken. In a whiskey-fueled night, she crosses paths with Liam, a mysterious and enigmatic figure from her past. As Sofia navigates her shattered heart, she awakens in Liam's estate, surrounded by memories of their complicated past. Regret and introspection overwhelm her as she realizes her mistakes and the depth of Liam's devotion. With a newfound understanding, Sofia seeks redemption and a second chance. But Liam's hurt feelings and guarded heart pose significant obstacles. Can Sofia make amends and reclaim their lost love, or will the scars of her past prove insurmountable?

Renee wakes up in an unfamiliar mansion with no memories, only her name and fragments of a past she can't piece together. Her mute condition leaves her unable to voice the questions that swirl in her mind, but one truth stands clear: she’s drawn to Vincent, the enigmatic and carefree man who claims to be her servant. The moonlit nights they share spark something deep within her, a connection she can’t fully understand but feels in her very soul. Vincent, the charming and mysterious lord of the mansion, is bound by a dark secret—he’s a vampire, an immortal being who has lived centuries. His carefree smile hides the torment of a love that can never be. For he knows all too well that their bond is forbidden: a human and a vampire cannot share a future. And yet, he cannot help but fall for her, his feelings for Renee growing deeper with every passing day. As the truth about their pasts slowly unravels, the weight of their bond becomes undeniable. A Master-Servant contract binds their souls, and despite the heavy price of their love, Vincent will stop at nothing to protect Renee. But as the threads of fate tighten around them, both must confront the pain of their past lives and the dangerous forces that threaten to tear them apart. In a world where love and death dance a delicate tango, can they find a way to be together, or will their love be doomed to repeat a cycle of loss and heartache for eternity?

The Primal World once peaceful and plentiful is now under attack by unknown dangerous beings. Whiskey-Jack a teenage boy, encounters a strange mushroom causing him to meet "The Creator" a being above God's. After the dangerous beings infiltrate and split apart his family, Whiskey-Jack is recruited by "The Creator" to save his creations. Accepting his offer, he was bestowed a gift to grow his strength. [Syndicate System Installed!]

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.* *Title is pending for the cover.*

Nao, a young man, is going about his daily life, working as a part-timer. He encounters Karis, a mysterious and intense individual, they have a few brief interactions, but the tension between them is palpable. Karis eventually comes to the bar where Nao works and orders a whiskey, asking for Nao’s s attention. As they interact, the connection between them grows stronger.

A Nigerian playboy gets his life twisted from dropping a hit album and getting into a relationship with a girl who happened to stole from him in the past without getting any idea about it as he fall over head heels inlove with her. Jessica Newspread life changed after returning from Mombasa to a already made life her older sister mary Newspread and Bianca work so hard to archived, as the youngest CEO of spurs her life gets into the media as she tangos with a Nigerian teenage rapper which she attends the same school with. With her several dark and hidden secrets she tries to juggle through love and fame all at once's, with council exams around the corner. Until they let the old cat out of the bag secrets start revealing itself will Jessica be able to keep her secret hidden and save her relationship from crashing or face the consequences.

"I can't do that," he says softly, staring absentmindedly in the whiskey glass, "I'm the Alpha." "So?" "So, I'm not supposed to be this.... submissive," he spats, eyebrow creasing as if the whiskey glass is a rotten tomato. "Come here." Kamil instructs gently, watching the turmoil in the way he grinds his teeth, bites his lips but when he raised his head and their eyes meet, the hesitation fades. Dropping into his arms, Kamil strokes his hair slowly at first, curls as wispy as flowers. Suddenly, he grabs onto them roughly tilting his head towards him, trailing a finger down his throat to a nipple. And when a whimper fell from the Alpha's lips, he growled and bit his ear, leaving a mark so red fire pales in comparison. "Out there, you're the Alpha. But in here with me, you're mine. You are my good boy." ********** Full description titled Making the Alpha Submit blurb ******** WARNING: mature scenes between two (consenting) men light kink & submission if a chapter labelled M isn't your kind of thing, do pass on to the next (or scroll rapidly to the end of the M chapter) ***************** Contact me: Instagram @ameliacovet Twitter: @ameliacovet

In a world where power and magic ruled, a young princess named Amelia watched as half of her world and her father's Kingdom is snatched away, forcing her people into despair and agony. Her people pushed back to small islands and sea and lake sides to live for survival. Her father fell powerless as his lands and soldiers began to disappear rapidly, his people turning into outcasts in a land once called their own Her magic could do too little against men two times her size in the battle of territory. Other people of magic had been killed or taken captive, leaving her kingdom defense. She and her Best friend Martha took it upon herself to themselves to protect the people but the tables had turned. The new ruler King Aether, known as the last existing Hybrid Dragon, sort to make all of the world his own until he would be struck down. But till this day, no soldier could even graze an inch of his long hair. His army of giant men would storm cities and burn them down just to build them up again in the way their King wanted. He was unstoppable. A beast he was. Until... Word spread that the new ruler needed a bride, someone who would bare him a successor so that his reign would continue after death. Amelia driven with hate for the King... The King hating her people and magic... Which would win in this tango of Power, Lust and Love?

" I DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAY OR THINK BELLA ALL I KNOW IS THAT YOU'RE SURELY GOING TO MARRY INTO THE COPELAND FAMILY !!! " my dad screamed at me I got so pissed off that I threw my glass of whiskey at the the servants luckily for her she didn't get hit " what the fuck is wrong with this family, just because grandpa is weak doesn't mean you can control or order me around " first you oust I and mum out of this house because of this mother fucking piece of garbage you call a wife and when you found out that grand pa too us in you caused such a drama leading to his heart attack and since he couldn't take care of the responsibilities at work he handed over the power of attorney to me . have spent the last five years of my life building this empire and making it what it is today, and if you think you can force me to do what you want then YOU.ARE.A.MOTHER.FUCKING.BASTARD " I said and puff out the smoke from the cigarettes I was holding on his face " BELLA ARE YOU FORGETTING YOUR MANNERS !!! " dad's second wife Nuella screamed "ouch my ears hurts" I held my ears pretending to be in pain " I never forget my manners Mrs Nuella Carson , but I think some people forgot their rank and status so they decided to get involved with a married man you slut " " BELLA !!! " dad screamed and I held my hand up to stop him from speaking .. . . . " man my marriage has been fixed, " I said and he choked on his drink and started laughing " you don't mean it man, the mafia king himself is about to get married and who is this damsel in distress " he raised an eyebrow " it's Bella that crazy girl that almost killed me " this time he didn't only choke he spat out his drink " what!! you mean that.... " he couldn't complete his statement and he only shook his head __________ Hey guys this is my third book on web novel , I'll be updating it thrice a week, that is three chapters a week thanks so much for your support hope you enjoy it ^_^

The hottest man I’ve ever seen is now my new boss— and I’m stuck in a house with him… Until one of us cracks. I’ve got debt—yeah, I know, so does everyone else on Planet Earth. But the bills I’m paying keep my dad and my grandma alive. So it’s pretty messed-up for Timofey Viktorov to use them as a threat to keep me under control. Not that he cares. As a billionaire CEO, he takes no prisoners in the boardroom. And as the don of the Viktorov Bratva, he takes no prisoners in real life, either. Which is why he has no qualms about extorting me into taking his deal. Live in my mansion… Care for my baby… Or suffer the consequences. But he’s not the only one with an agenda. Timofey has skeletons in his closet—and I’m determined to dig them out. He’s just as determined to keep me far away from the secrets of his past. The longer I’m in his house, the tenser things get. Every time we brush past each other in the hallway, something sparks. Every time we cross paths in the night, the ice grows thinner. Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

#prodigy Linky transmigrated to the Magical Land and became the third young master of a noble family. Just when he thought it was time for him to enjoy a life of luxury. He was sent out for the family’s tribulation, and had to set off to the “Land of Death” — Black Wind Castle! Here, dark elves, frenzied orcs, and blood-thirsty dragons were regular occurrences! Everyone thought that Linky would surely die, and had even prepared to collect his body. But just then, Linky awakened the [Super Gourmet System]. As such, things changed. The Elf Queen loved his fruit salad, while the Orc Saint couldn’t get enough of his grilled steak. The Sorcerer of the Holy Palace couldn’t live a day without the “Linky Brand” whiskey. Even the Vampire Prince Nikolas would sacrifice anything to get a long-term order of Linky’s fresh blood coffee. Until one day, when a gargantuan dragon that blocked out the skies came to his door…

"YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!" *BANG!* The bullet pierced through the man's skull, splattering blood all over Sebastian's face. He calmly wiped away the blood using a handkerchief before replying to the corpse. "Maybe... Maybe I am crazy." "But I don't know any other way to escape this hell" He laughed some, he cried some, then did a little of both together. If despair was a face, he was wearing it now. ----------------------- Do you ever feel that you are meant for something greater? Has the real world held you back, constraining your true talents? If you just had the opportunity, could you achieve your true potential? You're not alone! Listen: this Earth just doesn't cut it. What you need is a brand new world, one full of new hopes and grand possibilities. Now that you are interested, allow me to introduce you to the wonderful world of Purgatory! In this world, "sinners" are invited to take part in regular trials. Every single trial is an uphill battle for survival, with death and deception lurking around every corner! But don't worry! Only the weak, pathetic masses need to fear all of that. For the chosen few, these trials are instead opportunities for power and supremacy. Come to Purgatory, sinner! Defeat monsters, devils, and remnants of eldritch entities as you gain glorious rewards and claim their power for your own! And, even more exciting, fight in battles of wits against other sinners! Wring every drop of potential out of your wretched, wonderful soul, because each encounter is an exciting tango between life and death, where the winner takes all! This is the story of one such sinner. Armed with nothing but the ghosts of his past, watch as Sebastian Alaister crawls his way up to the top and forges his own legend. Yet... before he can enter Purgatory, Sebastian must first clear the tutorial. [Your fatal flaw is Extreme Denial] [Trial Selected—Trauma Re-enactment] Welcome to Hell. The only escape is insanity! -------------------------- #InfinteHorrorStream #InsaneMC #Descent-to-madness #Badass #Too-Good-For-It's-Own-Good #Why-Aren't-You-Reading-It-Yet ------------------------ Author's Note: - The cover doesn't belong to me. Please contact me if it belongs to you and you want it down. --------- If you liked this story, please check out my other one, Project Salvation: Rise of the Venomous Snake

Bailey played the perfect homemaker on social media. Known as Lori Laker, The Happy Homemaker, she purported that a housewife was no different from any small business owner. As such, the business of creating a blissful home life should be based on a solid business plan, solid professional alliances, and dynamite management skills. When she draws the attention of Chase Meadows, she is at a loss how to shake the determined CEO of the MGM Conglomerate without revealing secrets that could ruin her reputation. But there is absolutely no way she would ever tie herself to a man known as a demon in the business world with a world-renown reputation as emotionally unstable. He could be ice cold in business negotiations one minute and spewing dragon fire at an inept employee the next. Chase Meadows celebrated his thirty-fifth birthday alone with a bottle of Macallan’s whiskey and a rare steak. Life was good. He had exceeded his expectations and checked off every goal he had set for himself to reach before the age of forty—except for one. He always planned to marry and start a family by now. He wanted someone besides a housekeeper to come home to at night. He wanted a wife and two kids. Maybe a dog. He had tried to have a serious relationship before, but women annoyed him. More specifically, their expectations annoyed him. He wanted someone willing to take on the role of stay-at-home wife and mother without making spending his money a life’s goal. He wanted someone who put his happiness and needs first, someone who appreciated how hard he was willing to work for his family and rewarded him accordingly. He wanted someone to manage his household as efficiently as he managed his company. She should be healthy and bright and full of ideas but astute enough to know when to speak and when to accept his authority without question. When his personal assistant introduced him to the Happy Homemaker’s live stream, he was intrigued. When Chase ran into the same woman at a charity event and saw how succinctly she put a drunken date in his place, he knew she had the backbone to be his partner. The question was how to convince her.

Disebuah dunia yang terdapat 3 benua yakni benua manusia, iblis, dan elf. Mahluk kotor bernama manusia itu melakukan invasi ke benua iblis. Hingga ras iblis hampir punah. Sesosok manusia setengah iblis muncul dan akan mengubah dunia, dia menentang orang yang menghalanginya. Dia mencoba mengalahkan dewa manusia untuk memenuhi tujuannya. Perjalanannya dalam menuju jalan itu tidaklah mudah, dia harus mengikuti jalan berdarah yang siap dengan resiko yang ada di dalamnya. Bisakah orang itu mencapai tujuannya untuk mengubah tatanan dunia??. Dia akan melakukan berbagai cara untuk dapat menggenggam impian nya itu.

She’s a romantic at heart, living in the most unromantic of worlds . . . Nicknamed Sweet Angel for her docile nature, Anastasia smiles on cue and has a charming response for everything. She’s the favored daughter, the perfect mafia principessa . . . or was. Now, all she can see in the mirror’s reflection is blood staining her hands like crimson paint. They say first impressions are everything . . . In the murky waters of New York’s underworld, Anastasia’s sister is arranged to marry Steve Russo. A Made Man, a boss, a cheat—even measured against mafia standards. His reputation stretches far and wide and is darker than his black suits and ties. After his and Anastasia’s first encounter ends with an accidental glare on her part, she realizes he’s just as rude as he is handsome. She doesn’t like the man or anything he stands for, though that doesn’t stop her heart from pattering like rain against glass when he’s near, nor the shiver that ghosts down her spine at the sound of his voice. And he’s always near. Telling her what to do. Making her feel hotter than any future brother-in-law should. Anastasia may be the Sweet Angel on the outside, but she’s beginning to learn she has a taste for the darkness, for rough hands, cigarettes, and whiskey-colored eyes. Having already escaped one scandal, however, she can hardly afford to be swept up in another. Besides, even if he were hers, everyone knows you don’t fall in love with a Made Man . . . right?

The book begins much as you described. An anthropologist is listening to members of a primitive tribe talk about how a werewolf had been killing people, twelve years ago, in sprees which always occurred during a full moon, until the tribal shaman was able to come up with a way to kill the monster. The scholar is interested in letting them talk, but personally suspects the "werewolf" was something like a victim of rabies who foamed at the mouth and seemed inhumanly strong as he went on a rampage -- although it is odd that he would survive long enough to launch three killing sprees at monthly intervals. The scholar silently speculates that perhaps there were multiple rabid attackers, in a monthly cycle -- each new one having been infected by the previous before he died of his disease, and only the last of them was somehow trapped and killed by the men of the tribe, who then blamed this "monster" for all of the previous killings. The scholar is trying to be polite, but evidently his skepticism shows through. The shaman is offended at being patronized by a white man who thinks he already knows all the answers. The shaman had kept a souvenir of the werewolf, dried out and in powdered form, believing it still contained the power to create another werewolf if need be. The shaman (called "Ugalde") puts that special powder into a bottle of whiskey and then . . . With the swiftness of a man half his age, the Indian leaped from a sitting position onto the other's chest, as if he were pinning him in some friendly athletic contest. But the crazed expression covering his face and the keenness of the knife blade removed any trace of ordinary competition from the action. Ugalde sat the bottle viciously on the ground next to the visitor's face and tipped the neck of it toward his mouth. "Drink," he ordered. "Ugalde!" the man cried frantically. Visions of wriggling microbes being revitalized by the liquor flooded his mind. Could any life survive for a dozen years in such a dehydrated state? Yes, yes, viruses could live for centuries! "What in the name of God are you doing?" A sneer replaced the sullen look the older man had worn. "Your god! You believe your eye, white man, and only that, so drink and see what the devils you don't know can cause a living spirit to become! Drink, or I will cut your throat!" Then a good chunk of the book deals with brutal murders taking place, always on the night of a full moon, and various characters getting interested in the investigation, for various reasons. At first, there's a serious lack of surviving eyewitnesses to describe the mysterious attacker to the cops, but gradually the evidence accumulates that something strongly resembling a Hollywood-style werewolf is involved in these homicides. We readers, of course, have a very good idea of how that happened. Then another large chunk of the book deals with what happens in one horrible night after the anthropologist has been taken into custody. (I think he finally surrendered himself to the police, voluntarily, and described everything he could remember about the incident with the shaman, and what's happened since then on the nights with full moons in the sky.) You are correct that becoming a werewolf appeared to be a type of communicable disease, although I can't recall if it was specifically established, during the novel, to be a "germ" or "virus" or what. You are also correct that silver was particularly effective against a werewolf. Other weapons could pierce its flesh, but it appeared to recover very rapidly from such wounds. (Sort of like Wolverine's mutant "healing factor" in the X-Men comics and movies.)

Alpha's Toy Henry's POV Taking my puff and a slip from my whiskey, I make my way into the shower which I stepped out from after a short shower. I took another puff before dressing myself up for today's event which gives me this feeling that it wouldn't be like the rest. I shouldn't do this anymore due to the last time but I have this pull towards it which made me go back on my words for the first time. Although I still have this same feelings that this wouldn't be the first time I would have to go back on my words but yet, am triggered to know what exactly is happening over there . This is the same thing that made me send my beta instead of me because it would really be embarrassing to show up there after all the last drama and vows Making my way towards the room, I couldn't help but feel somehow yet, I thought it was because I was thinking about the left overs paperwork. The door was opened for me by the guards and I walked in only to meet the shock of my life. WTF...... TBC

William Foxtrot died on a car accident, and wakes up in a different world. The world he reincarnated in is a world dominated by guilds. A mysterious pouch of bag and a message asking him to save the world leads him to creating his own guild. Though no one wanted to join him. When anything seems bleak for his future, a door suddenly appeared on his guild. It only leads him to a wall but it have the mysterious capability to connect to other worlds, where only those from the other world can get in and out. The people that appears on this door are all those who he knew from his past life. They came from some popular games that he likes to play. Join him as he recruits all the girls from the different worlds, and become the strongest guild in this world. They might save the world and destroy conspiracies along the way. (This story is a copy of my fanfiction. I just turned this into an original one. The game characters that he will get are all made up, and are nonexistent on our media. They mostly referenced some other games, but they are not characters from a known game in our world. So don't bother to search for them. Any organization or person here are purely fictional. Any resemblance are coincidental or unintentional.)

Hi! I've got this story to tell. Hope you listen well. There was this boy who I really loved. "Loved" cause we broke up many centuries ago. We've known each other from when we were just fetus. Just like any typical childhood romance stories, we started dating after realizing our mutual feelings. Planning our future that time felt so easy to grasp and so clear to be an imagination. We've planned so much that we've ridiculously also planned to buy the same coffin, cause we know we will die together. But he ruined everything. Yup he ruined it. Or maybe I'm at fault? Or maybe the both of us. Cause in a relationship it takes two to tango, as they say. Well that was all in the past I won't dwell on how we hated each other before. I've moved on. Really.

'How did I fall this far this fast?' He thought as he swirled the whiskey in his glass. He tilted his head back and downed the rest of his liquor. He picked the bottle up off of his desk to refill the glass for the nth time. Just a single drop rolled out and fell into the empty vessel. 'Well isn't that just fantastic.' In a moment of hazy frustration, he hurled the bottle across the office. It wasn't like there was anyone to care about a mess of broken glass anyway. There was no one around to even hear it shatter. Even he didn't get to hear it shatter. When that realization hit him, he jerked his head towards the door where he had thrown the bottle. In the shadows there stood a petite young woman, the bottle in her hands. She appeared to be carefully studying the label and completely disinterested in him. "Wh-who are you?" Perhaps he had turned around too quickly. The room was starting to sway. He barely managed to sputter out those three words much less put them in the right order. "How original," the woman rolled her eyes before fixing them on his. "Shouldn't you be asking yourself that very question?" ~~~~~ This is NOT a transmigration or reincarnation story! ~~~~~ If those you trusted most had betrayed you and you had lost everything and someone offered you a second chance, would you be willing to take it? Would you still be able to trust others? Chance L. Addison has seemingly hit rock bottom when he is offered an unlikely opportunity to start over. Not only can he get back to where he was before, he can have his status elevated further to become one of the most wealthy and successful tycoons in the world. But first he is at a small publishing company? What secrets could he be keeping? And what secrets are his saviors keeping from him? ~~~~~ Hello Readers, This is the first web novel I've ever written! I kind of suck at writing synopses so I apologize for that... If you are enjoying my story so far please add it to your library and vote! Or comment! Or leave a review! Or rate a chapter! Or share it with your friends! I really appreciate the support and feedback is always welcome! :) Thanks so much for reading! -TheExtraDoor

A girl called mulah who is born in an African home but ends up being in a tango with an urban boy will a spack happen btwn them or is it just a moment

John goes looking for help, what starts as a trip for a bottle of strong whiskey, quickly becomes what a group of young adventurers would know as the greatest, and maybe the last adventure they face together.

A young man who seemed like 25 years old was sitting on a sofa and was drinking beer. He was watching another young man who seemed like 22 years old. The 2nd young man was binding a rope on a fan. He was very calm. His eyes were blood red and had a look like a savage predator. "I wish we will be successful this time. There is no other option. Only death can free a man from his immense pain. If there is any god, please listen to me. Bless us to be successful." The 1st young man knelled down and closed his eyes. He cupped his 2 hands and started to pray. Booooom A wile later the 1st young man heard a noise. He didn't opened his eyes but his face seemed like he was very disappointed. "Huh. This time is also a failure." He sighed and stand up. sat down on the sofa and started to drink whiskey. Previously he was drinking a beer but after being disappointed he started drink whisky. "Fucking idiot. This was your 5th attempt. When are you going to die?" The 1st young man was shouting in frustration. "Hey, how do you know this is my 5th time?" The 2nd young man was startled. He turned his head toward the 1st young man. "Are you talking to me? He is talking to me." The 1st person lost his composure. He started to jump on sofa like a child. He became so much excited that he seemed like a child who got his long waited dreamed toy. Two Young man Wasim Sheikh and Aniurdh Shararma. Anirudh wanted to suicide and Wasim wanted that Anirudh could be successful in his attempt. Why he wanted such thing? Let us see further in the stroy. ...... ==== Hello guys, This is an original story by me. But the cover photo was from google. When I get an actual cover photo I will remove it. I am not native in English. So sometimes there will be some mistakes. So guys if you find any mistakes then please let me know, it will be very helpful. I hope that you will enjoy the story. If you enjoy the story please don't forget to leave behind your kind feedback. I will accept both type of feedback (Neg and pos) positively.