Mlp Marble Pie

Welcome to TWIN MILLS, population 10,000. Stop by the diner for some coffee and a piece of Lisa's famous pie and listen to the gossip. A story of a small town and the changes for Lisa over the course af a year including romance, a threat to her home, and starting her own business.

[Ding!] [Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!] [System Binding In Progress...!] [System Successfully Linked!] [Spent $1,000. 10x Critical Hit. Earned $10,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX] [Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?] [YES][NO] Kyle was a man that has never had any luck in life and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint which turned out to be a lie but due to the customer being an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle. To make matters worse, he had to pay for the damages that was caused by the customer. Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they? This was his last step and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself in. He thought his mind finally broke as there was no explanation for the Cyan Screen that popped up as he clicked the [YES] button. [You have drawn Charm!] [Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!] "Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles..." Kyle muttered to himself but his phone soon rang out to show that he had a notification. And to his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account and his jaw dropped. "THIS IS FOR REAL!!!"

Yue Phaelo, young master of the most powerful sect in the Sky Above Realm, stands at the pinnacle of cultivation. With mastery over the all forms of cultivations, few can match his power. But Yue Phaelo's ambitions stretch far beyond mere strength. His true goal? To ascend to the heavens and conquer them—in more ways than one. "Beautiful Goddess, I can help you save your sister from the Celestial Parasites, but are you willing to take the chances?" Yue Phaelo asked, his eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. The goddess regarded him warily. "What do you want in return?" Yue Phaelo smiled, his face the picture of sincerity. "A marriage alliance between my brother and your sister should suffice." Outwardly, his intentions seemed noble enough—yet deep within, his thoughts swirled with far more devious plans. 'Why settle for her sister when I can claim the goddess herself and goddess? Perhaps both. No need to stop there...' 'Cucking gods... talk about ambitions!' he chuckled. The goddess paused, unaware of his inner scheming. "Are you serious? You’d be willing to help us in exchange for that?" "Oh, absolutely," Yue Phaelo replied smoothly, his mind already playing out the long game. The gods won’t even see it coming... Meanwhile, far in the Sky Above Palace, the Emperor’s fury knew no bounds. His most trusted advisors dared not approach him as he slammed his divine weapon—the Heavenly Dragon Tear Blade—into the floor, cracking the marble beneath. "What?! First, that boy Yue Phaelo dares aim for my daughters, and now... my Empress?!" The Emperor’s voice shook the heavens themselves. He had already lost his daughter to Yue Phaelo’s charm and schemes, but the audacity of the young master was limitless. Now, even the Empress had left him for the boy, leaving the mighty Emperor of the Sky Above Realm humiliated and furious. "No one—NO ONE—will take what's mine!" The Emperor roared, the palace trembling under his divine wrath. But deep down, even he could not deny the growing whispers across the heavens. Yue Phaelo was unstoppable, claiming both power and hearts, bringing even celestial figures to their knees. As Yue Phaelo rises in power, his journey pits him against enemies far greater than any demon sect—Abyssal Sovereigns, Celestial Kings, and beings from beyond the void. Yet through every battle, Yue Phaelo’s ambitions remain the same. For he isn’t just planning to conquer the realms. He's planning to conquer the gods...their women.

Michael thought a hike on the Appalachian Trail might clear his head, not turn his life upside down. Stumbling upon the Infinity Dungeon, he discovers a realm of magic—his ticket to a new life. But as Michael battles his way through the dungeon and gains magic [Skills], he realizes that the whole world is about to change forever. Other delvers with dangerous powers, hungry beasts, the awakening of old monsters. Dangers are everywhere. Friends are now enemies, abusing their power and even the Italian mob wants a slice of the pie. In a world where anyone can wield power, Michael knows he’s going to have to devise a way to get stronger. To deal with this he creates a megacorporation, and its Candle Light division is starting to look awfully similar to a certain foundation that deals with magical anomalies. LitRPG with lots of blue boxes, grounded in a real world that feels ever more dangerous, and a main character who will have to learn how to exploit his powers quickly, before events slip out of his grasp. The world is vast and full of dangers, after all, and magic only makes things worse.

Ye Luo was a medical expert skilled in acupuncture and lived in a mountain isolated from the rest of the world. After falling down a cliff, he acquired X-ray vision and started cultivating the Nine Yang Mysterious Technique. One day, he was instructed by his master to leave the mountain and head into the city to accept a mission and take someone's place in a marriage.

Dying after experiencing the cruel side of humanity, when Blake is transmigrated into a world of magic and flying dragons, he is fully focused on accomplishing his goals but then. [Ding! Welcome host to The Lust System. What is more fun than becoming more powerful as you have pleasure.] "That damned woman, what the hell is this, I'm here to conquer a realm, not play around" Blake thought, but he was immediately hit with another surprise, [Ding! Error, Failed to fully bond with host.....,, rebooting] [Ding! welcome host to the Sinister System.] From a follower of Lilith to a target of the underworld, how is Blake going to explain to the rulers of hell that he now commands their sins. *********** Additional Tags: Evil Mc - Intelligent Mc - Shameless Mc - Scheming Mc - Smut - No Yuri - No NTR - But Contains Netori - Succubus - Elf - Angel - Vampire

Furan Shi only wanted to be a cutie little princess. That's it. So when he died, nobody missed him. After his family and relatives, the next person to attend his funeral was his homeroom teacher and friends™, his murderer, and then a mysterious red-eyed crow. Said mysterious crow sucked his soul right out and offered him a better life than this. No, he still won't be a cutie princess, but he can be the next best thing after that. Furan Shi, the (dramatic) princess wannabe, agreed with one condition. Filter: ‘Animal Characteristics’ System: Are you… sure about this? Furan, pouting: Is that not possible..? System: … you're welcome to do as you like =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) [Yes, this is a quick transmigration novel.] [Yes, all cutesy cutie pie bc I am sad.] [Yes, the host is always a demihuman, more often than not part animal haha.] [No, the host isn't always an animal.] [And no, this isn't necessarily about furries. Eh, but I'm open to negotiations.. ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭] I do apologize in advance. I can only offer a small, squishy Furan Shi with ears and tail(/s). Or at least we'll wait for him to grow up (ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ) before I can write the papapa (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠). Also, I'm trying my best to make this as light-themed as possible for people like me who just wanted to relax, aka not much brain games... ehe.. —————————— I have the sad [not the GREAT sad that would be sad :( ] So, I proposed a solution to myself. Me: O-ohh… myself? P-p-proposing? *Bats eyelashes at the murky puddle of water on the sidewalk* Myself: *wiggles brows handsomely* Yes, my darling sugar pap~ I propose we write a story together~ Me: *swoons cutely* OhhHh~ Myself: *nipples sweating* so is that a yes? *Nervous, nonexistent tits bouncing* Me: YES!!!1! *proceeds to bend down to kiss suspicious puddle of water* Thus, this book was born from the selfcest passion between me and myself. I combined two things I love the most (transmigration and demihumans) and squeezed my already drained (and unstable) brain into making this book. Now, I struggle with everything (money, socializing, money again, college, comprehension, basic problem solving, any 21st century skills… money-) and even my writing skills don't do as well as they used to in the past. No shit my drafts on my phone are even in the Comic Sans font [bc I don't have Joker or Wingdings :(( ] just to keep me happy.

Everything changed in one night. Night did not turn into day. Darkness remain. Then we saw those hungry monsters who were eating humans by chewing them alive. What will happen next? Who are those monsters? How will we survive? but then I fall in love with somone who was my companion in this whole journy but then I found out that the person I love is the creator of this whole problme he was a king of those aliens then why did he pretend to love me?

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down. I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck. —— Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction. Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own. Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero. —— I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building. I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition. “People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.” He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.” His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying. “You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…” “Only those worthy of us will survive!” "Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!" What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive. ====== Author's Note: As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical. His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into. This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider. The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.

The future was doomed, the present was gloom, the past was regretful. At this point the only reason I was still alive was because my heart and brain functioned and then one night after a great fap, I woke up to a totally different reality. [System installation complete] [Welcome host to the Perverted Sugar Daddy System] A system that would help me fulfill my perverted desires as a sugar daddy. I hadn't planned for this, but I sure as hell was ready to milk it to the fullest. [You’ve been taken back in time] "Ahh, a strong and vibrant body to work with". A better name for the system should be the 'Perverted Emperor Tyrant Daddy System'. The name might be a stretch, but what I'm trying to say is that this world is so screwed. Everyone better hide their wives, sisters, mothers and even grandmas from.... wait "System can we make then younger and less wrinkled" [yes] "Yes, hide even your grandmas cause I'm going to be doing a lot of screwing and bankrupting." TAGS: Mind control, Gangs, manipulation, corruption, sleep sex, blackmail, oyakodon.

Año 2040, el mundo sufre un terrible desastre, tornados, terremotos y desastres naturales comienzan a brotar en todos los países mientras que el planeta parecía pasar por una metamorfosis en la que se expandía y crecía. Todo lo que las personas en el mundo recibieron fue una bienvenida en una pantalla delante de ellos, como si fuese un videojuego, pero esto no se detuvo. [Bienvenido a Etherealt] Los animales comenzaron a mutar ganando un poder monstruoso, a lo largo de la dura y terrible metamorfosis del planeta que duro 5 años, 5 bestias causaron un terror sin igual y sus nombres marcarían la historia de la humanidad, Legión, Lexear, Hades, Poseidón y Titán. Tras 5 años, el planeta tierra creció 72 veces su tamaño y los humanos comenzaron a transformarse recibiendo talentos, habilidades y niveles. Ahora tras 60 años del inicio del apocalipsis, la humanidad logro recomponerse y conseguir un pie firme en el planeta al que antes dominaban, pero no está en la naturaleza humana el conformarse con lo mínimo por lo que una gran expansión y conquista de este nuevo mundo, aun completamente desconocido está comenzando.

[Interstellar Transmigration + 1v2 + delicate fl + slow paced] When Rosalee woke up from her sleep, her world had completely changed. As if it wasn't shocking enough, she had turned from a little rich woman to a poor peasant who depended on her brofher to survive. She looked at the expired nutrient solutions in her hand, then her brother and made a ruthless decision. She was going to find a sugar daddy to raise herself!! Caution Before Entering: 1. If you're into strong female lead, this might be not for you. The female lead is physically weak, so she gets abused by mls every time. 2. Lots of beautiful misunderstandings. 3. This is a slow-paced story, so proceed with caution in case you fall asleep while reading. 4. Chapter updates: 2-4 times/week on bad days 5-7 times/week on good days. Mass release on special days. 5. Lastly, if you enjoy my work, feel free to drop me a line and support my novel. But if it's not your cup of tea, no worries, just close the book and move on. I'm here to get your honest feedback, so don't hold back. Let me know what you loved and what you didn't. Thank you, I hope you have a fruitful day and a sleepless night.

"Ah, Sophia," Alexander said, his voice cool but with an edge that hadn’t been there earlier. "I see you’ve met my fiancée." The words hit Sophia like a punch to the gut. Fiancée? What the hell is going on?The woman stepped closer, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. "So you’re the girl he’s chosen for his little… arrangement," she said, her voice filled with disdain. "How quaint." Sophia’s mind raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. This wasn’t part of the deal. None of this made sense. Why would Alexander be engaged to someone else when he’d just—Alexander’s eyes were unreadable, his face calm. "This is Amelia," he said, gesturing to the woman. "We were engaged long before you ever came into the picture." The room spun, and for a moment, Sophia felt like she might be sick. "Engaged?" she managed to choke out. "Then why… why me?" Sophia Hart had spent the last five years building her life from the ground up. After her father’s sudden death left her family drowning in debt, she had no choice but to work three jobs, sacrificing her dreams of becoming an architect to make sure her mother and younger brother could stay afloat. That’s why, when she walked into the offices of Maddox Global that morning, she was on edge. She wasn’t here for an interview, but for a deal. A deal that would change everything.

A mafia who was transmitted into the king who was weak and was getting abused by his stepmother and brother and his fiancee too. What will the mafia do now? 

[Mature Content Warning: The mega R-18, guilty adaptation to the novel Sinnocent] Things aren't quite as they seem as Maya finds out her best friend's true identity in the R-18 underworld. But she wants a piece of the pie... Note: I don't own the cover. If the creator wants me to take down the cover or put credit, please notify me by replying to my review at the Review section. That being said, credits go to Yoneyamai, feel free to support her works!

Esto da pie, en la linea del tiempo 2, los sucesos pasaron diferente que en la linea original. El protagonista de la historia llamado Victor, había nacido dando en pie a la profecía de que el era un salvador o bueno eso creerían muchas personas de su raza. En este caso no era así y sinceramente se equivocan las mismas razas, pero, creo que esto lo tendrás que averiguar tú.

Lee is an ordinary boy from an ordinary family living in a rural community. One day, Lee’s aunt comes to take him away, and now, Lee is living in the city! He went from a village boy to a city boy! His transition seamless. But why does Lee keep coming home late? Why does he have duplicate sets of the same clothes? And why does he keep blanking out in the middle of class? "Hey, have you heard..." "It's the fourth case this month..." Recently, there have been rising reports of murders in the city. Why did everything change when the ordinary boy arrived? But surely, Lee's just an ordinary boy, right? ... In the middle of the night, the door creaked as a boy wearing a raincoat entered his apartment. His boots left trails of water in the pathway as he entered his bathroom. "It hurts." Blood fell from his fingertips staining the white marble red. ... What's inside the mind of a lunatic? Who knows. Does Lee knows?

Wyatt was alone in the world. When the rifts opened the world was thrown into chaos. Archaic mages came through those rifts, and war after war followed. The last war had ended when Wyatt was just a baby, but he had still lost his eye to it. The empty socket, and loss of depth perception made him an easy target. Wyatt being an orphan meant that no one back him up when he did get targeted. Wyatt was used to fighting for himself, and the draft was going to force him into military academy. He had no genetic markers to become an ability user so he had already accepted the fact that he would probably die during his two years required military rotation after the academy. It was just a fact of life. Non ability users were just cannon fodder, and archaic abilities were highly restricted. Wyatt didn't think anything off it. That is until he found a marble in an old rift area. A marble that would change everything.

The Lockwood mansion was a gilded cage. Marble floors and crystal chandeliers couldn’t mask the suffocating weight of expectations. Zane sat in his dark room, the quiet hum of his guitar the only sound in the vast emptiness. He was born into a life of privilege, destined for medical school or a corporate throne. But that world felt cold and hollow. His heart beat to a different rhythm—the pulse of a guitar, the rush of a stage, the freedom of music. Yet in this family, music was nothing more than a childish hobby, a distraction from the "real future" they had planned for him. Every note he played felt like rebellion, but the walls around him only closed in tighter. Soon, he would have to choose: the life they wanted for him, or the life he dreamed of. But in the Lockwoods household, dreams were meant to be sacrificed.

[MATURE CONTENT] Bound to demons by blood. Bound to demons by heart. It doesn't matter where Emory is, darkness will always find and claim her. *** Emory Redfern is not only the weakest witch in her coven, but she's also cursed. What kind of curse it is and who put it on her is just as good of a guess as yours. For all she knows it's just bad luck, as her life seems to be full of it. However, when she messes up a particular summoning spell, a demon slaughters her entire coven. When she's saved - though, she would prefer the term kidnapped - by a demon hunter named Rome, she discovers that not everything is as they seem. And whatever darkness that lurks inside of her, it's going to be the catalyst to set it all off. *** “Can you be quiet? I'm trying not to die here.” Parma finally says something that isn't the word fuck. Emory is about to point out that maybe she should try keeping her mouth shut too, seeing as she even heard her muttering about murder and killing. She's suddenly surrounded by a lot of it, now. It's not something nice to notice. “If you hadn't stolen my pie, I don't think we would be in here at all.” Emory shrugs, then she remembers Parma can't really see her in here. Unless she can because she's a vampire or a werewolf. “Hey,” Emory whispers, “What are you?” There's a strange sound that Parma makes in the back of her throat and then a moment of silence. “I just wanted to know if you could see in this darkness,” Emory sighs, rolling her eyes. “Why is everyone here so prickly?” “Why are you such a fu-” Emory’s hands fumble over Parma's face in the dark until she finds her mouth and covers it with her palm. Hmm, she tilts her head, okay Walker is right about this being a good way to shut people up. And then Emory bites her lip to keep from crying because Walker is gone now. “Okay, seriously,” she murmurs. “One, you need to stop cursing. Two, this may be rated eighteen plus, but you shouldn't take advantage of that.”

"As the king's words hung in the air, his bride-to-be seethed with discontent. 'You want me to surrender my freedom, my autonomy, my very self to you?' she spat, her silver hair flashing in the sunlight like a blade. Her green eyes blazed with defiance, the same eyes that had captivated him from the moment they met. He was taken aback by her ferocity, but his gaze never wavered. He was too consumed by his obsession, his need to claim her as his own. 'You are mine, now and forever,' he declared, his voice low and husky. 'Do not think of escaping, or worse, taking your own life. Death is no freedom from me, my love. I will follow you into the afterlife and claim you there, too.' Her eyes widened in horror, but he could see the spark of fascination, the thrill of being possessed by a power greater than herself. He knew she was torn, her desire for independence warring with her desire for him. And he knew he would win, in the end. For he was the king, and he always got what he wanted."

«Mirad la tierra, y prestad atención a las cosas que suceden en ella desde el principio al fin, cuán firmes son, como ninguna de las cosas sobre la tierra cambia, sino que todas las obras de Dios se os aparecen.»

In a world where the international drug trade is worth billions of dollars, Draco decides that he wants a piece of that pie. Money, power, beautiful woman, private planes, Draco wants it all! Who ever said that crime doesn't pay? Draco discovers that in this world there are actually miracle drugs that can do almost anything your heart desires. These drugs can give a crippled man unparalleled strength, or give a mentally ill one superhuman intelligence. However, wouldn't it be a waste to use it on them? Draco sees his path to power, and he doesn't hesitate to take it. *-------------------------------------------------------* This is a new story I've been working on for a while now. Give it a try, you'll probably enjoy it. In this story I guarantee that there will be great storytelling, pacing, and grammar.

In the ethereal realm of Mythos, where the boundaries between imagination and reality blur, the mythologies we once deemed fanciful now pulse with life. Here, gods stride alongside monsters, and faiths interlace like threads in a cosmic loom. Their journey unfolds against a backdrop of mythical creatures, as well as myths and legends. The Kingdom of Solaris, its spires kissed by celestial light, stands as both sanctuary and crucible—a beacon of enlightenment and aspiration. Within this hallowed domain, twelve luminous souls tread the marble halls of the venerable Solaris Academy. Each hero bears a celestial bond—their essence entwined with a Constellation. These astral patterns, the “Constellation System,” bestow upon them singular gifts: a symphony of abilities, a lexicon of powers. As the aspiring heroes navigate the labyrinthine corridors of Solaris Academy, they grapple with destiny’s enigma. Will they ascend, their Constellations ablaze with purpose, unlocking the vaults of cosmic wisdom? Or shall they falter, their divine potential dimmed by doubt and shadow? Thus, their saga unfurls—a symphony of trials, a tapestry of legacy. For within their footsteps lies not mere legend, but a Divine Legacy.

"Miracles do happen when you are with your best friend!" ---- "She will sleep with me even after your marriage! Do you have a problem with it?" Laura questioned loudly, earning everyone's attention present in that hall. "And we are thinking of even sharing our husband," She continued looking at Ayra who was now whiter than a ghost. When did she agree on such crap? "So, Mister X! Do you accept this buy-one-get-one-free offer?" Laura calmly asked, her eyes sparkling with nothing but mischief, "You have 10 seconds to reply!"  "Ugh ugh." The guy, Ayra's date choked out his drink. "I I," He stammered, as it was just too much for his brain to replicate! "Times up Mister X! Babe, let's go." Grabbing Ayra's hand, Laura got up to leave. And when people thought she was crazy enough to say such words, she stopped in her way and walked back to his seat. Taking the untouched drink she had ordered earlier, she poured it down his head! Gasps and murmurs built a commotion around, but the manager stood behind, not daring to trigger the girl who had this city under her feet. "A wealthy man...." With scorn, Laura continued, "With an octopus-like-physic you would never earn a few bitches to play around. So, Mister Humanly-Octopus, do have plastic surgery before your next date!"  Her words turned him red while people around controlled their laughs. Wearing her sunglasses, she glanced around the room before dragging Ayra out. "What What was that?" Ayra trembled, as they reached the parking. "The act of a Wicked BF saving her Frail Girl-Friend!" Chuckling at her own comment, Laura entered the car. "BF?" Ayra halted, confused and surprised by the turn of events. "Of course, Best Friend darling!" Saying that Laura winked at her and drove off at a high speed. … Disowned by the family, and ditched by her husband who turned out to be a jerk, Ayra Dale is now set to sail alone, to live for her baby that still had to see this world. But what would be the tragedy when she is offered a contract marriage? To be the mother of a 3-year-old cutie pie? Laura Davies a headstrong doctor, the craziest one you will ever meet had everything her heart desired. Wicked and immoral, this heiress ruled the world with her principles. But when the guy she had distanced all her life returns, will she still stick to her plans or open her heart to him?

After the death of her grandfather, Lu Xiaoxiao, a girl who lived in the 23rd century, lived alone in the villa left by her grandfather regardless of the dislike of relatives. Suddenly, she found that her grandfather left her a space in Yu Peili. She likes to read novels, fearing that the end of the world will come, and she starts hoarding things desperately. In the country, it became the body of an 8-year-old girl named Lu Xiaoxiao whose parents both died with the same name and surname. Fortunately, the space has come together, even in this strange era, I can live well

Angelo Verde is a spy who investigates the Mafia's underground business. In the middle of an undercover operation, some unavoidable events leave him no choice but to serve Marvel Yerevan, the Mafia crime boss of one formidable Family. The taste of horrible and peculiar experiences in the underworld does not stop him from stepping deeper into the Mafia's territory, all to gain Marvel's trust. Ready to submit, even become a plaything, he will act subservient while secretly taking advantage of his position for the investigation to complete the tasks he is given. But, can he win the mission when he has never been victorious over a personal battle with the boss? EXCERPT I: "Sir, I think you need to change your clothes, or else you will catch a cold." I suggested Marvel, using his half-wet suit of rain as an excuse to get to know him better. The man in front of me was so tall and well-built, his physique exposed both strength and beauty. It wasn't out of curiosity that I patted his shoulder to sweep the wet dots away, but I wanted to create a connection with him. "If you don't mind, let me help you," I smiled. "It's my responsibility to take care of your health and serve you, so let's go to your room and change-" The coldness of fingers touching my cheek startled me, freezing up the rest of my words. Before I could develop a reaction, the artistic form of a man had turned blurry above my dilated eyes when Marvel reduced our distance. Seizing up the air I meant to breathe in, his lips contrived a way to communicate with mine without the need for words. I always asked myself, what should I do to get closer to Marvel, to step into his territory, to make him trust me? I think I know now. EXCERPT II: "It isn't that hard," Marvel convinced me, sure of it. His knuckles slithered above my cheek. "All you have to do is put it inside your mouth and just let it slide above your tongue." His words were followed by a gesture of his thumb teasing my lips until I felt it in between my teeth. Demanding access, it started to push in deeper, stroking my tongue without any sign of reluctance. When his eyes slightly narrowed to hold a smile, the steel blue marbles glimmered, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from this handsome gent in front of me. "You can do it, right?" At first, I wanted to pretend I didn't understand what Marvel was talking about, but my attempt to be indifferent might not work against someone with a character like his, knowing how much power he had, and I realized what his true intention was. I forced my mouth to open, only later did I know that those simple words would change my fate completely. "Yes, Sir."

Celestina Fayre Davis never wanted to get married but she had no say. Zavid Costa hated been controlled and marriage was one. Is this marriage gonna be a disaster? Will it work? If it doesn’t then will all just become a silly mistake? Love is what they both wanted but will that be able to erase all the pain? Will they end up together? Or will it go done the drain? Mom can I not get married?" I asked softly. "PAAAAAAAH" My face turned to the other side. The makeup artist all lowered their heads. "Say that again" She stared menacingly at me as though I was her enemy. Tears threatened to fall but I wouldn't let it. Read to find out

The extravagant ballroom of Salvatore Mansion was decorated lavishly. The entire state was invited to the party. The hurly and burly environment of the ballroom were constantly increasing as guests started to fill the room. The gossiping ladies group were high in volume discussing and guessing the main motto behind this profligate celebration. Men were drinking at the corners and thinking to gain favors from Salvatore. Upstairs a middle-aged man was seated in his master chair and his eyes pierced at the young lad standing in front. The lad thumped his hand on the table and scowled at his father. "I don't agree to this." He muttered curtly. "Utter nonsense. You have to follow that's it." The middle-aged man asked stopping his further protest. In vexation, the man left the room without turning back. A young lady was gracefully standing leaning against the wall beside the study room smirked and blew some air on her slim painted nails and spoke. "Interesting." *** The lad stood at the corner of the adorned ballroom and accessed the crowd. His sharp eyes narrowed at his father who was about to climb the platform morphed stage to deliver the speech that followed the bitter news. He grimaced at that. His father signaled him. That was his cue to follow up. When he reached the middle of the room someone grabbed his hand from behind causing him to stop abruptly and the glass in his hand fell on the floor spilling its whole content on the shiny white marble. Everyone turned their attention to them. It was a girl who stopped him. "Do you have a girlfriend?" This question caught him off guard and he instantly replied, "NO" "Do you like someone?" "No." Though he was confused but answered feeling the eyes of the crowd on them. "The girl smiled brightly and said, "Good." Without waiting for another moment the girl snacked her palm around his nape and stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. There was pin-drop silence in the room. The people gasped at that. The young lad was so shocked that he opened his mouth a bit and it was a perfect liplock. Breaking the kiss the girl stared at the whole crowd and said icily. "From now on he is mine." Leaving everyone in uttered stupefaction.