Armchair

In High school, her teacher asked everyone to write down their goals. Verena wrote two things-to keep living the life full of luxury. Who doesn't like dresses, jewellery, parties and wine. And to own Red Kite. Everything was going perfect until a handsome stranger broke in her house through her window. "Do you mind I stay here for time being?" She stared gritted teeth at the theif making himself comfortable on the armchair without waiting for her answer. She fell in self-doubt, is this his house or her's? Unfortunately, little did she knew at that time this two-faced thief did not just planned to enter her house but also in her life.

Ivan, once an ordinary student with a craving for instant ramen and procrastination, found himself reborn (of sorts) in a world ripped straight out of a fantasy novel. The good news? He could summon anything from his old world—a cozy armchair, a life-saving bottle of ketchup, or even a cute top hat (because why not?). his powers are hilariously unbalanced, and his character sheet looked like a blank page ripped from a forgotten notebook. Strength? Zero. Dexterity? Zero. Stamina? But hey, at least he wasn't useless. Ivan could, in theory, summon weapons of mass destruction. The real challenge wasn't raining down fire and rocket-propelled grenades (though that was an option); it was surviving in a world filled with orcs, mages, and creatures with names you couldn't pronounce—all while his body resembled that of a slightly less-scrawny person.

Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. ~~~ Excerpt: Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face. “Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile. A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.” Alvin: “...” Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen. ~~~ This is an original story. Thank you ^_^ for giving it a try. DISCORD: Munchkin_2#7368 Story DISCORD: https://discord.gg/QhhXXWq Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/munchkin_2 Instagram: auth_munchkin Linktree: https://linktr.ee/munchkin

It was uncomfortably quiet in the room. King Ulric still did not look up from his papers. She didn't know what was expected of her. Should she sit down? Should she stay where she was? She decided on the latter for the time being and quietly waited for the king to say something first. For a while nothing happened and Lyana even thought he had forgotten her. Suddenly he put the pen aside and looked at her. She winced slightly because she hadn't expected it and indicated a slight curtsy. "You wanted to speak to me, Your Majesty?", she tried to get the conversation going. "You are wearing red today?" Lyana blinked several times in surprise. Had she just heard right? He wanted to see her and then talked to her about fashion? "I ... wanted a stronger color today," she answered his question. The king propped his head on his hands. His face looked somewhat dissatisfied. "I assume you are not cold today?" Another question that unsettled Lyana until she noticed where the king's gaze had wandered. Immediately she blushed and suppressed the urge to close the front of the cape. "Since it was hanging in my closet, I assumed it would be entirely to your liking," she snapped back, feeling slightly humiliated. The king's eyes flashed briefly with amusement. "Is that so? I have to disappoint you there, I am a very modest man." Lyana would have loved to roll her eyes. Sure, that's why he had all the clothes adjusted for her. What would not have been possible if he hadn't looked at her very carefully. "Well, I'll take note and not put it on again." "So you disdain what I put at your disposal?" Lyana couldn't believe it. Was he trying to drive her crazy? She cleverly tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Of course not. I'll be happy to wear the dress again if you want to see me in it. However, I don't think that my new wardrobe is the reason why you had me called." King Ulric got up and offered her a seat in the armchair, which Lyana accepted with thanks. He sat down on the sofa across from her. "The reason why I had you called is that your stay here will take a little longer than expected." ----‐---------------------------------------------------------- What do you do, when you get kidnapped by the King of another Kingdom? Do you beg for your life and pray that he will keep you alive? Or do you try to get closer to him? When Lyana is being kidnapped she decides to not back away. She might not know why the Ice King did that to her, but she is definitely not going to sit in a cold dungeon, waiting for a prince to save her. Instead she wants to find out, what his reasons are. What did her family do to him, to hold such a deep grudge? Why is he so cold and brutal while doing these small nice gestures for her? And can she really save him, if she finds out what happened to him in the past? Or will these beautiful deep blue eyes be the last thing she will see? Info: This Story contains two different endings. One will be more of a sad ending and the other one will be a happy ending.

Nothing exciting ever happens in the village that Lucien grew up in. He watches enviously as his friends leave one after another to pursue life in the glamorous big city, and spends day and night dreaming about joining them on their new adventures. Then one day, whilst roaming aimlessly in the woods, he sees a castle on a hill that wasn't there before, a lone blackbird guarding its gate. Suddenly, Lucien's life takes a turn for the unusual. Musical flowers, a pet armchair, and feasts that materialise before his very eyes, Lucien finds himself surrounded by magic, but none quite so special as the handsome stranger that owns the castle, and the key to Lucien's own mysterious past...

(On the WPC contest ~~ Please vote with powerstones ) She reincarnated in another world and lived a good life, well ... not really good, but really exciting. Full of adventures, enemies, loves, dreams, pirates, flying ships ... But it all ended up in the hands of her former lover, she was killed by him, without reaching any of her dreams and still with so many incomplete adventures. However, she died in peace with herself, knowing that she did her best and that the future was in the hands of her friends, that they could avenge her and prevent the empire from destroying everything that was precious to them. Until she woke up in the heart of the empire, she was no longer alive, but neither did she appear to be entirely dead. She who was once the symbol of resistance when she lived, and who became a martyr for them, now dead, must sail again through a mysterious world alongside what appears to be her former enemies. ----- In a dark room, the woman in red opened her eyes . She took a deep breath and put her hands where she was shot. "Don't worry. You're in a better place now." Elena looked away. In an armchair was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, his hair was bluish black, like the night sky she spent on the captain's ship, his eyes were silver like the liquid mercury from her chemistry lessons in her first world . He was more handsome than Arthur could ever be, she gaped for a moment. "Where are we? Who are you?" She then noticed that his lips were redder than should be humanly possible, and his skin was paler than anything she had ever seen. He then ran his hand over his mouth and she realized that his lips were not naturally red, but that there was blood in his mouth. " What are you?" ----

I, the martial artist who was considered one of the best in the world, now, I'm lying on the asphalt under the rain ... By protecting my master with all I could, killing all enemies. My end was approaching. With my unfocused eyes, only the darkness covered my vision. After some time, the darkness dispersed and in front of me, a room appeared. A perfect woman sat in an armchair. It was then that I realized that my life had come to an end. In her sweet voice, she said, "Isaac Wood, you, the one who overcame his tragic destiny, was chosen to be reborn in another world. Please choose 3 Skills. "And that's when I realized, my end would lead me to a new, unexpected start.

A con artist at the end of his lifeline was seated on an electric chair with both hands cuffed to the armchair unmoving. After the excruciating pain subsided, the first thing Walter saw in front of his closed eyes was a string of words that will either be a curse-like gift or a gift-like curse. [Mind Mastery Lv.2] The second life of the world's renowned grifter unfolds. *** Hello guys, this is my first novel here! Current schedule of the novel is 3 chapters/week. Any long term changes to the schedule will be posted here while short term changes will be posted on latest chapter. Since english is my second language, any mention of grammatical errors and the like are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading!

The worn leather of the armchair creaked beneath me as I straddled Marcus. I felt him, solid and undeniable, beneath me. The knowledge stole my breath. "So," I managed, my voice a husky whisper, "are you screwing me just to get a rise out of Sebastian?" He finally met my gaze again, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "If you were any other woman," he drawled, his voice a caress against my ear, "maybe. But you're Jade. You're far too damn special for that." *** Jade's tough past made her dream of a rich life. Marrying billionaire Sebastian seemed like it. A marriage complete with wealth, love, and security, she's determined to keep it that way. Marcus, veiled in the mysteries of his three-year absence, returns as a transformed man. Wiser, stronger, and burdened by threats from a disloyal cartel, vengeance smolders beneath his tough exterior. But nothing could prepare him for the forbidden attraction to his brother's wife. While the lines between loyalty and desire blur for Jade, Marcus tries to understand his own emotions - Torn between his desire for revenge and his growing sense of protectiveness towards Jade. ***

There is competition between families, organizations, states, countries, and even continents. In the end, who will finally rule the world? It is full of betrayals, killings, blackmails, fake loves and so many others. Many things happen just because of the greed of humans. But, the minority has no say in it; only the majority, but a minor became a major and hod his family background. He works hard and in the end finally rules the world, but he is not greedy. He makes the minority have prominent in life and dethroned any major that stood in his way. ; "Master, we want to know more about you". Four male servants stood in a room, facing a young man in his early 20's sitting on a luxurious armchair behind a large table filled with documents. "Me?" "I'm what you call people of low class. A minor." He looked at them with an icy cold gaze.The male servants were majors and having a former minor as their Master was considered an insult. Former or not he still had the minority blood in him. They thought he was the major who was going to rule the world. So they started advancing towards him, reaching for hidden weapons, thinking he is outnumbered, but little do they know that he is really THE ONE; chosen by the Divine Being

"How dare you touch me? Gey away from me! I dont love you."she jerked his hand and pointed the broken piece of glass towards him. "You don't love me? Then why did you marry me?Where those all fake vows you took few hours ago? You lied to me and my family?"his voice became tensed as a layer of tear formed on the surface of him eyes that slowly escaped. "Its true I never loved you! I love someone else. I was forced to marry you. I will fullfill all those promises I took infront of the holy fire but never expect me to be your wife."she shouted as she broke into sobs. Her legs dangled with the sudden shriek that made her lose her balance. She dropped on to her knees and cried miserably. "You love someone else? How can you do this to me? If you're suffocating then why dont you have divorce and finish it off? Why these fake promises? Why?" his eyes became red as tears escaped his eyes. " For you're family's reputation I shall not have divorce but either will I never let you have rights on me. This is an alliance! This is a settlement. You have to live with it. Now leave! I said leave!" her voice dripped with extreme pain and sadness as she again asked him to leave. No words reached his ear. He kept walking towards the door. Her words echoed in his ears," I never loved you! I love someone else! He walked as he reached the next room. Sat on the armchair as he filled the glass with some vodka. Quietly taking sips as if trying to sip in the pain. Raskhit Shergill, a 27 year old businessman. Who fell in love with the sight of his wife's picture, now comes to know she doesn't love him? _______________________________________ 'When your words are the predator of someone's feelings then it shortly paves the passage of love when they cross by the tower of hatred.'

"I'm interested as long as we don't engage in any physical contact that would lead to sex or the act itself. As your temporary future wife, I can tolerate hugs, pecks, and holding hands. Anything more intimate than that will get you a kick in the balls just like what happened yesterday. I will raise the 'pain intensity' every time you violate my personal space without a valid reason." He flashed me a smile that would make ladies swoon. "I consider myself warned by a bloodthirsty wench." Good. "I'm not allowed to have a sidepiece, right?" He raised an eyebrow. "Side-piece?" "Boyfriend." I trailed off as a flush crept across my cheeks. Would I dare, though? Darius's lips tightened as if he's contemplating something. He finally spoke up after what seems like an eternity, looking serious as hell. "Not while you're married to me. Perfect little wife, remember?" "She can be the perfect little wife if she hides the side-piece well," I whispered, challenging him. "We're not even married yet and you're already thinking of cheating?" "I will not cheat, Darius. How about you?" Clamping my lips in amusement, I leaned forward to the table. "Can you remain celibate for years for the sake of this perfect husband image and your inheritance?" Our knees knocked together under the table, sending electric aftershocks on my skin. Darius flinched at the contact. Did he feel it too? "I'll be discreet." So, it's okay for him to seek other women and I'm not allowed to seek men for my pleasure? "Exactly. I'll be discreet." I emphasized the word 'I'. I pushed away my plate. I just lost my appetite. "But why do you have to look for another man when I'm already here?" He reasoned out as he stared deep into my eyes. "I can give you sex." I choked in my drink and almost spat on his face. In my effort not to, I coughed uncontrollably. "No sex." I tightened my fist, trying to stay calm. I didn't want to give him a lecture about gender inequality when I needed his money to survive. "Make it clear in the contract, Darius. I don't mix business with pleasure. Understand?" "Maybe I'll just have to tempt you, then." Darius' voice was deep and husky I can't help but shiver at its promise of ecstasy in them. He moved towards me and gripped my armchair.  His grip wasn't strong but it has no intention of letting go. "Would you want me to?"