queer as folk

I was born in the 1980s, and officially stepped into the world of Feng Shui in 2006. Over the past decade, I’ve witnessed mysteries that most would never believe. In 2013, over 100,000 fish died mysteriously in Liaozhong Reservoir… In Tower Bay Street, spirits marched in a ghostly parade… In Wenguantun, shadowy markets rose at dusk… And in front of the Shenyang Imperial Palace, a ghostly princess once sat in her palanquin. Were these the workings of nature — or something far more ancient and unseen? In ten years, I’ve saved lives — and yes, I’ve ruined some too. Feng Shui is like a blade: it bears no evil or virtue. The darkness lies in the hearts of men. This book is not written to boast about my mastery or to chase after the sensational. I write to share a truth: Feng Shui can nurture life — or destroy it. There is no good or evil in the art itself. Only in the human heart.

The first time I met my master was because I shaved my head, I was nine years old at the time. The blind man who felt my bones when I was alive said I had a dark destiny and wouldn't live to be eighteen.

Rudolf Stonem is an antisocial sophomore at the Minneapolis Academy of Art. His unique style and passion for painting lead him to produce beautiful canvases, but it all means nothing if you can't market yourself, right? Enter Cameron, a popular and out gay senior with a foot in the door and more of a reputation than he knows what to do with. When Cameron takes a liking to Rudolf and decides to take him under his wing, it's impossible to say no. His best friend Avery seems skeptical, though. On the other side of the city, Ian, a closeted and recent University of Minnesota graduate, struggles to figure out his path and hide feelings for his roommate and childhood best friend Everest.

Babysitting the Virgin Saint A queer love story in the last light of Saigon Saigon, 1970s — glamorous, volatile, and dripping with secrets. Dung Tây — a street pimp-turned-informant with too many favors owed and not enough shame — gets hired to babysit the youngest son of a rich Saigon tycoon. No gang wars, no shady deals, just babysitting a quiet, well-dressed boy with a saintly smile. Too quiet, maybe. When whispers of underground political activity begin to surface, Dung digs deeper and finds himself tangled in something far more dangerous than politics: falling for the boy he was paid to watch. Set in the last light of Saigon, this is a story of queer longing, quiet danger, and the collapse of a generation that didn’t know what to believe in anymore.

" I will love you far and beyond------ If there exists eternity, I'll be there right behind you. For if by your side I find myself then where else could I be without you... " ********* Excerpt: " Who are you? Why do you keep following me!" "...because it's you?" A certain shameless purple eyed stalker retorted. " Why are you leaching off here for? Find someone else! " "...because it's you!" the certain unashamed purple eyed leacher explained. " Aaaahhh! Get lost you pervert! " " Well how can I?...because it's y..." even before Wu Jun Jie could retort back with his shameless speeches, Jun Ai Nian had already taken out a knife to castrate him! ***** ° Who said only male leads have to be cold and all powerful? Nah...they could be subservient right? ° Who said a hero can't be a weakling?...Well, who won't like the idea of having a ML playing the role of a damsel in distress! ° Who said a male lead has to always stand atop general masses?... He could just be whiny little fellow that feels no shame in hiding behind his wife! Well, when you have --- A dominating female lead possessing a very ruthless and cruel heart, a person with multiple personality disorder (well not quite so), has a serious case of obsession with money over handsome hunks! A mischievous, cunning and covetous male lead who acts cute (only in front of fl), has a serious case of typical ML jealously syndrome, is black bellied but a docile and filial husband through and through! --- A novel such as this is possible! ********* Not every fantasy romance is unreal. For Love has never been a fantasy! Join in this fun filled sugery romance with a few fluffs here and a few thrills there with Jun Ai Nian and Wu Jun Jie whilst overcoming mysteries, schemes and thrills that lay in their paths.

please readers if you have not read book one( the cruel prince), please go and read it before reading this one. thank you.

I gulped and started my walk to my room. I stopped at the entrance to the dark hall. What was that? I swear I saw something moving. 'Is that you Casper?' I yelled into the dark. My moment was interrupted by snickering. I turned and saw nothing. I gasped and stepped behind nearly knocking over the vase. I grabbed it before it fell. The culprit came out of their hiding spot, down the stairs. My mouth dropped when I saw tan skin peeking out the spaces of the Celtics jersey he was wearing. The muscles, such burly glory..the height, like a tower. Just kidding, a 6'3 perhaps. His shorts exposed his muscular legs, I remembered Levi..that's when I looked at the culprit's face. Dark messy hair, straight nose with a nose piercing on the left side, salmon lips and that jawline...ohhhhh 'Oops you're drooling!' His voice shocked me out of my scrutiny. I quickly wiped my dry mouth and heard him chuckle. 'A clumsy one_' 'If I was you I'd wipe that smug look from you face_' I crossed my arms over my chest. 'And why is that?' He imitated my action. 'Your zipper is undone!' I shamelessly pointed. He laughed rolling his eyes, he thought I was pulling off the same trick he'd used on me. 'Yah sure!' He waved his hands in the air. 'Perhaps Casper can back you up on your allegations!'

Set against the tumultuous backdrop of China's Republican Era (1912-1949), this novel chronicles the uncanny adventures of Li Beidou, a feng shui master born under a portentous celestial alignment. His birth coincided with the winter solstice—a liminal moment of cosmic transition between Yin and Yang—marked by an omen: every black dog in the village went mad, hurling themselves to their deaths beneath the ancient huai tree at the village entrance. Hailing from a lineage of funeral attire shopkeepers who clothed the dead, Beidou's destiny shifted during a feverish delirium when he encountered the Yin-Inquiring Matriarch, a spectral figure who inducted him into the shadowed arts bridging the mortal realm and the afterlife. The narrative weaves through encounters with Yin Arts—esoteric rituals to commune with spirits—and the perilous Nine Yin Techniques, a forbidden corpus of necromantic lore. Each chapter unravels bizarre phenomena: sentient funeral paper effigies, geomantic curses haunting ancestral tombs, and markets where the dead barter with spirit coins. Blending historical verisimilitude with supernatural intrigue, the story illuminates the clandestine world of Yin-Yang practitioners—custodians of cosmic balance—through Beidou's trials. From exorcising poltergeists in Shanghai's jazz-age parlors to decoding cryptic feng shui patterns in war-torn villages, his journey reveals how the veil between worlds grows thin in times of human strife.

Collocation of world wide Myths, Folk Tales, Fables, Fairy Tales, Tall Tales, and Legends.

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!