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Charlie And The Chocolate Factory Musical

The Duty and The Destiny

"To the man I thought I could have, but I couldn't." ********** Karim was the man I met in Wisteria City, in a foreign Wisterian country. I thought he was just a normal person, but he turned out to be an army officer from an enemy country. Who would have known that this man was destined to be the future Prime Minister of his nation? Our worlds collided in a twist of fate, filled with passion, conflict, and the ultimate test of loyalty and love. We stood on the balcony, the city lights twinkling below us. I turned to Karim, my voice trembling. "So we're over?" He sighed, his eyes filled with pain. "No, you and I will never be over." "How can I trust you now?" I whispered, feeling the weight of the future. Karim stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch mine. "Because my feelings for you are real. Despite the borders and politics, what we have is genuine." I pulled away, tears streaming down my face. "It's not that simple, Karim. You're an officer from an enemy country. We both know this can't work." He looked at me with a mixture of grief and determination. "I'll fight for us, Kristen. As much as I care about the politics, I care about you more." A sad smile tugged at my lips. "You say that now, but what about when you're Prime Minister? Can you promise me we'll still matter then?" Karim took my hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make it work. You're worth it." Despite the turmoil, a part of me wanted to believe him. "You're a smooth talker, you know that?" He chuckled softly, a glimmer of his old charm returning. "Only for you, Princess." We stood there, locked in a moment that was as beautiful as it was heartbreaking, knowing that the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty but unable to let go of the connection we had found. ********** Will Karim be able to balance his love for Kristen with his political ambitions? Can Kristen overcome the boundaries set by their countries and find a way to be with Karim? What will happen when their secret relationship is exposed to the public? How will they navigate the challenges posed by their conflicting loyalties? Will their love survive the ultimate test of duty and destiny?
Sunshinek11 · 11.4K Views

[BL] The Musical Prince and his Mortal God

A Prince who yearns to be great and a God who desires to become nothing. *** Tragedy befalls the island of Salyras every fifteen years. When Prince Nevian’s compelling music does nothing to prevent his island and people from sinking, he wonders what his passionate ability is useful for. He drifts for two days across a wild sea and washes upon an island of monsters. Despite being delirious from hunger and grief, he manages to produce one last song to save a man from the snares of a menacing creature. Nevian is surprised when he lives and is greeted by the man he saved. An honest-spoken individual named Aestos, who has otherworldly abilities that grant him the title and prestige of a God. Prestige he never asked for. Fascinated by Nevian’s music, Aestos requests that the Prince accompany him to retrieve a fabled sword that would strip him of his supernatural strengths and grant him the ability to live as a simple man. Aestos relies on Nevian’s enchanting songs, unable to prevent himself from also becoming bewitched. And despite being unsure of the long journey ahead, Nevian puts his faith in the man and agrees to help, believing if his music is truly destined for anything remarkable, now is the time to test it. ------------ [ Excerpt: ] I leaned and kissed Aestos’ face. He swiveled his head—rapidly—and our noses brushed. I laughed tiredly. “What is with that reaction, friend?” His face tightened. But he was not upset. He wore the countenance of a delighted man who feigned confusion because it was comfortable not to recognize what some actions meant. “You are always touching me. Every hour, a hand of yours reaches for me. Why?” he asked. I felt bashful, although confessions came naturally to me. “You must understand by now.” “I am trying to,” he answered sincerely, and he spread his fingers over his chest. “Because here, I feel something I am not used to. Whenever you touch me.” I smiled softly. “You feel your heart.” “I feel more than that.” “Does it frighten you?” He pondered over it while holding my gaze. “I don’t want it to.” I stole his other hand and held it against my chest to let him feel the music of my heart. “Do you feel the rhythm?” His eyes fell to where he held me. “I do not need to feel it,” he murmured. “I hear every time it changes.” I adored him with an enthusiastic smile. “Your ears are extraordinary, and you notice when affection drums in my chest. For you, Aestos. Because you are becoming someone special to me.” ------------ A story about love, destiny, (some) mythological creatures, music, magic, family, and tragedy. Takes on minor themes of historical Greek mythology & culture. [ This story centers affectionate friendships between men. BL tag for bromance. ]
_Haven · 19.5K Views

The Countess and the Beast

[MATURE CONTENT] Uncle Heath gave me a look that said that he knows what I'm doing and that he finds me petty and a scheming sly fox. He suggested countless times that I changed my codename from The Countess to Fox or Nine-tailed Fox, because he says it suits me better, or a Serpent, but I don't care. I am literally a Countess after all. He sighed. "Okay, Countess, you won. But if you get yourself killed on this, the same way your parents and their friends later on did, don't come back to haunt me as a ghost. I've been trying to protect you, as I promised I would as your Godfather, but you are a stubborn lil thing who kept insisting on this. You're 27 now, you better not die younger than you mom did." "Wait," Harriet gasped, "the mission you want," "It's the one my parents were working on when they died. Probably the reason why they died and related to their killers," sigh. "It's what kept me working all of those years, the hope on getting my hands on this mission, and uncover what actually happened in July 9th of 1999." I hate number 9, it signifies unluck to me, while 7 is my lucky number. Call me superstitious if you want, I feel like it's an actual thing. "All the documents on their death are here, it's kept secret together with the archived mission they were working in." "Ah, Selene," she said softly, coming closer, full of compassion but not touching me, as her hands are dirty with uncle Heath's cock. Ew, ew. "It's okay, it's been 24 years now," sigh. "Which makes me want to solve it even more," then I turned my eyes to uncle Heath, who was now up, standing at 1.97m, opening his safe that's hidden behind the big painting of a scenery found in Sicily, Italy, which Harriet painted. Picking a thick file in a leather case, he held it under his left arms and locked the safe again, covering it with the painting. I broke into it once, but I was unable to crack the code of the safe. I always knew he hid this file in there, "Be careful, for the love of God, Selene." "I will, I promise!" Narrowing his eyes, he raised his right pinky finger and I cringed in disgust. "Wash your hands first, ew." Rolling his eyes, we quickly went to the bathroom at the back of his office and then came back, hands clean, file still under his arm. "There you go, now, pinky it up, I know better than believe your shallow spoken words by now, I know how scheming you are." Grinning like a wolf who had been caught in sheep's clothing, I raised my pinky finger and intertwined with his. "I promise I'll be careful." Sigh, "I can't believe I'm giving you this. The last two times I gave these damned files to someone, they died. You batter change that statistics to 2:1 instead of 3:0, Selene. Do you understand me?" I grabbed the files, but he kept his hold on it, "I understand," with all my strength, I tried tugging it to me and out of his grip, and after a lil struggle, he let go.
LoserOrLover · 12.5K Views

The Unrivaled God of Music.

“Am so weak! I want power!¬ – I want everything!!!…” a voice filled with resentment was heard in the world, carrying a terrifying power behind it…as if challenging every god in existence. In that moment there was perfect silence as if everything was frozen in time and yet somewhere far away-in unknown plane of existence, a being stood with interest dancing in his eyes… “ Ooh really…” chuckling between his breath, “but power isn’t something good is it…” there was a lonely atmosphere around this entity, “I will give you a chance…all I care about is your end.” Smirking with interest and expectation at the same time. His gaze fixed on the faraway expanse of infinite planes. “we will meet soon…” The words seemed to merge perfectly with the void as the entity melted away in space. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Alex a weak and ordinary human born with no talent to practice martial arts was forced to face the cruelty of his world. He was referred to as trash of the trash, and surprisingly he was okay with that… Until his whole village was gruesomely annihilated. This awakened something in him, something abominable that should have been kept in chains… Alex struggles to keep his human side while not becoming something else... It has left him questioning everything else, his morals, and values. In the end, what will become of him?... ‘What's the origin of this weird flute?...is it a gift?”Alex thought with a questioning gaze while observing the strange object decorated with mysterious patterns. A solemn look painted all over his face,’ All I wanted was a normal life, was it too much to ask’. There was a lonely look on his face while he stared at a distance as if expecting a reply … “forget it, I will search for the western gates…”He declared with resolve. Follow his journey as he uncovers mysteries beyond his imagination, learning that there is more to it than meets the eye… ____________________________ The cover paper is not mine, if you want me to take it down, I can do it without batting an eye.
Vaniaka · 12.2K Views
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