Chair Gossip Girl

Man reincarnated as an girl. Medieval world+ arranged marriage, time to run. I'm writing this story on my phone now as I'm on vacation. But once I get back home I'll fixe any issues and make it all sound better. But for now this story is just a idea that I thought of writing down quickly and trying to make it into an interesting story.

What will happen when 1 human and 1 Siren will fall in love? Will they meet another Human boy that actually crossdresses? What will happen to Aurora when she finds out her father came back? will her life be ruined? we'll find out and see.

Here I ask these questions of you. What if you were a modern man just happily living your life, and then all of a sudden you were not? Now instead you have died and been reborn into a medieval world full of big powerful men, as a small girl without anything to your name? How would you survive? How would you cope with being just a little girl? What sort of heights could you honestly hope to reach without seemingly having any overpowered cheats or systems or super powers to help you, just some advanced knowledge from your past and maybe something else? Well come and find out how a man named Bruce, a former undercover police officer tries to deal with this exact situation and his/her constantly developing body, developing meaning getting her first menstrual cycle at some point, which will lead to bleeding monthly from her private spot and other fun stuff and later she/he will begin slowly gaining more and more womanly curves and such things, you know woman stuff. Plus it happens in a Fantasy medieval world, on a large mostly unexplored island named Albion which is basically just England but not really much at all. ___________ Warning: The MC is not going to deal with all the challenges before him/her so well, and is most definitely not a genius or anything crazy at the start. So be prepared for some misunderstandings and a sort of Roller Coaster of comedy and drama as MC tries to find her/his place within this new world, create home of his/her own, maybe become wealthy, maybe change something in the world, maybe lead some people to glory or even try and change the entire world or even the Galaxy at large. Note: This is me trying to rewrite my other work with the same name. Basically after some thinking and forming this world of mine into a form that makes sense, I am goin to do this again, similar, but better.

Being a princess, Elena has always known that her future was set in stone: an arranged marriage with a noble, a life of duty and obedience, a throne to share with a man she never chose. But when her mother, the formidable Queen Isabella, announces that her wedding will take place sooner than expected, she realizes she no longer has the luxury of waiting. She must flee or be trapped forever in a gilded cage. Her nighttime escape leads her to the capital’s underworld, a realm she has never known, ruled by poverty, danger, and the law of the strongest. There, she crosses paths with Raven, a fearless, defiant, and insolent thief. At first, they are allies out of necessity, but as they spend time together, a forbidden bond begins to form between them. In a world where love between two women is an absolute taboo, where a princess cannot fall for an outlaw, Elena and Raven must make a choice: defy a kingdom or lose each other forever.

Abused and thrown away in a container, Mallory, eighteen years old, thinks that this is it; this is how her life is ending and what a tragic life it has been. But fate isn't done with her yet. Hunter Brown, a low-life gangster, is passing by an alleyway when he is alerted by the cries from a rolled-up carpet thrown in a container. She told him to let her die, but he decided to save her life. This is a novel about generations of secrets of the Wraith family being unfolded and an abused and broken girl who has to run for her life while trying to heal and start over. ________________________________________ Mallory walked into the dayroom, balancing a stack of dirty plates in her hands, each step echoing heavily on the floor. Seizing the moment, an uninterested Calvin Wraith decided to trip her as she passed by his seat, where he was engrossed in playing Snake on his phone. With a loud crash, Mallory stumbled and fell, sending the plates crashing to the ground and scattering everywhere. The commotion caught Mrs. Wraith's attention, and she rushed into the room, fuming with anger at the chaos. "Stupid girl!" Mrs. Wraith scolded and placed a hard slap across Mollory's face. With ringing ears and burning tears in her eyes, Mallory took a deep breath, striving to keep her voice steady as she pleaded, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Wraith. I'll clean this up right away." Lowering her gaze, she could hear Calvin snickering from the sofa, a smug grin on his face. "Yes, you will. I expect this room to be spotless in under an hour," Mrs. Wraith snapped, shoving Mallory aside before storming out. "Why did you do that?" Mallory asked, her voice strained as she looked up at Calvin after Mrs. Wraith had closed the door. Calvin stood up and moved closer, stopping just inches away from the frightened Mallory.

When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. Fair warning to readers, this story will jump categories. In these first chapters you can expect heavy teasing through exhibition and voyeurism. In future instalments you can expect MF, MFF+ group sex, anal, and some light Ds relations.

Kaledrah comes from a life she can't remember and she heads into a life that she can't begin to comprehend. Will she learn to harness her true power? Will she be able to accept what she really is?

Two thousand years have passed since the zombie outbreak, and humanity is rebuilding, but "There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds. “So it’s true: When all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

a black figured somebody arrives each night at 11pm and watches Jonathan sleep while smiling. watch as the nightmare unfolds

Love gives us the courage to dream, faith gives us the strength to believe, and determination gives us the resilience to persevere. With these three virtues, we can conquer fear, overcome doubt, and achieve greatness. ‎

what can you make out of it,when a rich,handsome and proud young ceo fall in love with a poor stripper “sir I have found the perfect match for your search “ “Alex is time,the contract had expired ,let proceed with the divorce “what if I don’t want a divorce,I want to keep you, what your price”

urged me on as he fucked me, he is my first love, he is my father's friend, Lyon. from the first time I set my eyes on him I have loved him desperately, wanting him close, his touch, his scent and his heart. even though I know he is broken, even though he told me it wasn't serious, I still love him, am I obsessed? maybe yes. is he obsessed? yes, though he says nothing serious, he's quite possessive of my body, of my heart.

First I have to say please by no means get confused by the title of this book. The title relates in no way to the book or maybe it does. Who knows, depends on your perspective i guess. To me the title and the books goes hand with hand. Or rather the title gave birth to the book. Without the title am not sure there would have been a book. To me it tells the reader why and how the book came to be. NOTE: Each poem comes with a story from the author's past, relating it the poem and ending it or perhaps try to see things from his view that the girl who forgot her glasses is everything.

Miki Kaye has three loyal friends and two supportive parents... until she falls for a boy

When I awoke, I was in a place that wasn’t my room. silk pillow beneath my head, and rich tapestries hanging on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine. I had somehow been reincarnated into a body—the third daughter of the Marquis?! life as the third daughter of the Marquis family was peaceful. Nothing extraordinary ever happened. I spent my days in the comfort of my family's estate, away from the hustle and bustle of court life. My father, though distant, provided for us, and my sisters—while not always the most agreeable—had their own lives to focus on. I was content, living quietly, with no desire for anything more. That is, until I stumbled upon a book. A beautiful cheap novel that talks about a main character who is trying to survive. But I never imagined that the world I read about would collide with my own life. One evening, my father summoned us all to the drawing room. His tone was unusually serious, and the moment I entered, I could feel the tension in the air. He stood at the center, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—I couldn’t see yet. “I have an illegitimate daughter,” he announced, his voice steady but with a hint of something else beneath it. I froze. The words barely registered at first. But then, as he continued, I realized something that made my heart race. The girl he spoke of, this Aorbel, matched the description from the novel I’d read to the smallest detail. “Her name is Aorbel,” my father continued, “and due to the circumstances, she will now be recognized in society as my daughter.” I watched as a delicate figure stepped forward—a girl with platinum blonde hair that shimmered with a faint pinkish hue, and amber eyes ! she appeared. She was small, fragile-looking, her body almost too delicate to belong in such an imposing space. But it was the way she spoke that caught me off guard. "H-hello..." she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly as she introduced herself. "I-It's nice to m-meet you all... M-my name is Aorbel." The name echoed in my mind, and I felt my pulse quicken. Aorbel—the heroine of the novel. I had read about her, followed her story. She was the one who was shunned, rejected, and Her sisters are going to die! Literally! Over some bullshit! Aorbel was real. And worse, her fate was tied to mine. I remembered the novel’s ending. Aorbel’s sisters would all perish!. *I* would perish. Suddenly, the quiet life I had built for myself felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I wasn’t about to sit by and wait for a fate I’d already read about. So, I did what I thought was the only logical thing: I ran. I fled to the countryside, to the village of Hayat, where no one would know my name or my family. There, I lived a quiet life—just like I had always wanted. I had no titles, no expectations. I could finally breathe. But even in the peace of Hayat, trouble had a way of finding me! RIGHT? ............ but...why..i'm here ? , I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all. How had my life become so tangled with these nobles, these politics? When I stood before the king, I kept my composure. “It is my duty, Your Majesty,” I said, trying to maintain the calm facade I had perfected. But inside, my mind was racing. *This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted a peaceful life!* The king smiled , but there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes. “Your service has been invaluable, Lady Kevoyal Orilord,” he said, as if my life had been part of some grand design all along. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had no interest in titles, in recognition, in any of it. But there I stood, accepting the medal, caught in a web of fate I had never wanted. ! SOMONE PLEASE SAVE ME ! And so, the girl who only wanted a quiet life in a rocking chair found herself tangled in something much more complicated than she had ever imagined!!!!

That time that there was a basket on a chair.

When human King Dorian Taelman sends a country-wide demand for all of the mythical creatures to be locked up, Amicia is mistaken for something other than human. During her time in the castle's dungeon, she catches feelings for a rowdy Alpha wolf named Blasius that always seems to be hiding something from her. After attempting to escape countless times it becomes seemingly impossible, but her, her secretive crush, and her newfound friends are determined to overthrow the King and his supporters.