wetting desperation

Kynlee’s twin brother is in a tragic construction accident and left with a serious head and neck injury. Kynlee and Kedron lost their parents not long after they turned 18. With only each other, Kynlee must figure out how to pay not only the monthly bills with 1/2 the income, but hospital bills, and Kedron’s costly aftercare. How can she work when she is her brother’s only living relative? She has to be there for her brother! When Kynlee earns grant money to get by from an anonymous donor, little does she realize her wealthy philanthropist is someone she knows and has learned to trust. Will she learn to hate her rich donor for his betrayal, or be forever grateful for everything he can give her? Will the donor prove to be the kind, giving man the world knows, or will Kynlee discover his dark side? Please read, “Kynlee’s Desperation,” to find out!

Welcome to Elegant Desperation; Beginning in the 21st century 16-year-old Joyce was gifted an ancient book, from her late father. "The Rites of Guardians" has been in their family for generations. Joyce was worthy of something greater than she knew; the protection of modern-day society from the magic wielding members of Imperial China. A duty her father had intended on passing down to her. The book itself teems with the lives of the past Xian family Guardians; ready to aid the newest member. This book has challenged Joyce to endure palace intrigue and strategically survive the inner court. By succeeding only then will Joyce be able to prove herself as the right choice to be the new Xian family guardian. Set in the era of the Tang Dynasty, she becomes the infamous Yang Yuhuan. This is the historical fiction of how she rose through the ranks and how her forbidden romance began and came to an end. And so I welcome you to the ancient world; all is fair in love and war.. right? K.V. -------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a tale of both historical fact and fantastical creation. Researched is constantly completed to be as respectful and accurate as I can, as a foreigner inspired by the beauty and splendor of the Tang Dynasty.

People awaken from their dreams, finding themselves in an unknown, dilapidated place. The protagonist is also among them, unaware of what has happened. They are forced by a terrifying wolf-headed figure to play a game, engaging in round after round of life and death cycles. They live and die here repeatedly, gradually realizing that in order to escape this eerie place, they must participate in death games designed by the "Twelve Zodiacs." It seems that only by deciphering and winning these games can they escape. However, after each cycle, some individuals comprehend supernatural abilities, and perhaps everything is heading towards the brink of annihilation. I thought it was just an ordinary day, but I found myself kidnapped to a terrifying unknown place; I thought the terrifying wolf-headed beings were just forcing us to participate in games, but I discovered that this game of life and death is endless, with no end in sight; I thought as long as I kept participating in the cycle of life and death in the game, I could escape the predicament, but I found that everyone was awakening supernatural abilities; I thought this place would eventually create “gods”, but I discovered that everything is heading towards the brink of annihilation.

D-January is a place dominated by a local mobster group called the Serpent. Every ten years, this place is transformed into a sea of blood, because during the twelfth day of July the population suffers a ten percent decrease through the "Day of the Purge" - a period when it is allowed to kill the members of the mafia, but also of being easily murdered by them. Everything indicated that this cycle would never be broken, at least this is what was believed.

Will she can find a way to hide her past after knowing it who she was? Will his enemy fall in love with her? Can they both hide their real personality from each other will they love or kill each other?

"Now, listen to the demon's thoughts: … It was a gamble. I gambled on their perception of their identity being "righteous" or "just". I gambled on them knowing the truth behind my past. I gambled on their likelihood to be captivated by my words… Which created the hesitance necessary to prevent their blades from immediately striking a hole through my throat. I gambled on their proclivity to the human tendency to act contrarian to an adversary's desires. I gambled on their stupidity. I was lucky. But from now on, I won’t need luck. I have time. And with this time, I swear-" Cover by DarthNeph on DeviantArt

Two contradictory personalities, she loves to have fun, pranks, overcomes difficulties, always puts a smile on to hide her worries. He is cold and tough, but the opposite of that. He is affectionate and gentle, but he has to be like this What will these two bring together?

Paano kung matagal mo nang ginugusto ang best friend mo? Aamin ka ba o itatago mo na lang? Isang simpleng babae lamang si Via Rielle Lopez, hindi niya alam na nahuhulog na pala siya sa kaibigan niyang si Jhiro Legaspi. Hindi niya alam ang gagawin niya nang malaman nitong ikakasal na pala si Jhiro, aamin ba siya o itatago na lang upang masalba ang kanilang pag kakaibigan. Habang si Jhiro naman ay nag hihintay lang ng tamang panahon upang umamin, kasal nga ba ang mag pipigil sa kanilang dalawa?

DARAH. Aroma besi memenuhi udara, bercampur dengan wewangian mawar yang hampir tak tertahankan. Ruangan itu diterangi hanya oleh cahaya lilin yang bergetar, menciptakan bayangan yang menari di sepanjang dinding batu yang dingin. Langit-langit tinggi dan perabotan kayu gelap menambah suasana yang mencekam, seakan-akan tempat ini bukanlah bagian dari dunia nyata. Eleanor Blackwood berdiri di tengah ruangan, tubuhnya membeku dalam ketakutan dan keterkejutan. Tangannya sedikit gemetar saat menyentuh gaun sutra birunya yang ternoda merah—darah. Cairan hangat itu masih segar, merembes perlahan, meninggalkan jejak kematian di serat kain yang seharusnya sempurna. Tapi itu bukan darahnya. Tidak. Itu milik seseorang yang sekarang terbaring tak bernyawa di lantai, napasnya telah lama pergi bersama roh yang tak akan pernah kembali. Di hadapannya, seorang pria berdiri dengan tenang—Lucian Sinclair, Duke of Ravenshire. Sosoknya menjulang dalam kegelapan, dengan mantel panjang berwarna hitam yang menambah aura berbahayanya. Wajahnya tajam dan aristokratik, dilingkupi ketenangan yang mengerikan. Tidak ada bekas keterkejutan, tidak ada penyesalan. Hanya ketenangan yang sedingin batu nisan. Mata abu-abu kelamnya menatap Eleanor tanpa emosi, seolah membaca setiap ketakutan yang berputar di dalam dirinya. Namun, ada sesuatu yang lain bersembunyi di balik sorotannya—sesuatu yang lebih mengancam daripada sekadar ketidakpedulian. Itu adalah sorot mata seorang pria yang memegang kendali penuh, seseorang yang tidak terbiasa ditantang atau dipertanyakan. "Kau seharusnya tidak ada di sini, Eleanor." Suaranya rendah, dalam, dan mengandung bahaya yang terlalu nyata. Getaran dalam nada suaranya menyusup ke dalam tulangnya, membuat napasnya tercekat. Jantung Eleanor berdebar kencang, bukan hanya karena ketakutan, tetapi juga karena sesuatu yang lebih mengerikan—hasrat yang tak terhindarkan. Perasaan yang seharusnya tidak ada di sini, di tengah malam yang kelam dan berlumuran darah. Namun, ia merasakannya, sekuat ia merasakan ketakutannya sendiri. Seharusnya ia berlari. Seharusnya ia meninggalkan tempat ini sebelum semuanya menjadi lebih buruk. Namun, bukannya mundur, Eleanor justru melangkah maju, menghampiri pria yang seharusnya ia hindari. "Apa yang kau lakukan, Lucian?" bisiknya, suaranya nyaris patah. Pria itu tersenyum tipis—senyum yang lebih mirip ancaman daripada kelembutan. Sebuah permainan yang hanya ia yang tahu aturannya. "Aku melindungi milikku," jawabnya. Dan sebelum Eleanor bisa bereaksi, ia merasakan sentuhan dingin di pinggangnya. Lucian menariknya dengan mudah, membuat tubuh mereka bertemu dalam benturan yang membakar. Nafasnya hangat di lehernya, begitu dekat, begitu menguasai. Jari-jari pria itu menekan punggungnya, menciptakan sensasi yang tidak semestinya muncul dalam situasi seperti ini. Eleanor seharusnya merasa takut. Ia seharusnya memberontak, menolak perangkap yang kini telah menelannya. Namun, tubuhnya tidak bergerak, pikirannya kabur, tenggelam dalam pusaran bahaya yang dibawa Lucian Sinclair. Matanya menatap wajah pria itu dalam kegelapan. Pria yang dikenal sebagai Duke of Ravenshire, pria yang ditakuti dan dihormati dalam takaran yang sama. Seorang pria yang berbahaya, yang berdiri di antara batas moralitas dan kehancuran. "Apakah ini yang kau sebut perlindungan?" Eleanor mencoba menguatkan suaranya, tetapi yang keluar hanyalah bisikan rapuh. Lucian menundukkan kepalanya, bibirnya hampir menyentuh telinganya. "Ya, Eleanor. Ini perlindungan dengan caraku. Dan kau tidak punya pilihan selain menerimanya." Jari-jarinya yang kuat menelusuri sisi wajahnya, menghapus jejak air mata yang tidak ia sadari telah jatuh. Eleanor menutup matanya sejenak, mencoba mencari pegangan di tengah badai yang mengancam untuk menelannya bulat-bulat. Namun, bagaimana mungkin ia bisa bertahan jika badai itu adalah Lucian sendiri? Ia telah jatuh ke dalam perangkap yang tidak memiliki jalan keluar. Dan yan

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!