careless george michael

Michael is just your average guy who used to work as a successful bartender before an incident messed it all up. He helps Alexandria Alexia Demonte one of The Four Queens and in doing so he becomes involved in something far bigger than he ever thought possible when he was living his mundane life. He will learn about The Four Queens, there past and there secret as Michael becomes closer to them and they to him before starting a relationship that if found out will turn the world upside down because of the power The Four Queens hold. Book will contain Yuri though the chapters will have a warning for those who don't like this gene so they can skip. Release schedule of 2 chapters per day. This is my first novel so please go easy on me :) Grammar is improving with each chapter *Artwork is not mine*

A small yet significant society brought forth the story of Emberline. A con who has managed to secure herself as a nurse despite having nothing to qualify. And of Nicholas Vials, a well-groomed and slightly cheery boy who has vowed to uncover the mystery of his brother's gruesome murder. A search that leads a revolution in the streets of Curida. Soon, during his on going search, he grows up in deep love for Emberline. But love is easy to declare, and heavy to portray. And this love for each other is tested in every way because there are many to oppose this affair. As Nicholas embarks on the journey to find his brother's killer, Emberline finds herself lost and she comes across Baldwin, who is willing to do anything to protect himself and those he loves. A distance, no matter how many fortnights away, can never keep their attachment at bay, so only with resentment, are they kept away. And by conflict only, do we see their lives entangled again. A story that exists due to the fear of detachment, abandonment, and heartbreak. All of which are rooted in both fanciers. And all those who are brought together by this romance. ... Emberline lay still, her eyes widened in fear as he held her hand, gently caressing her palm. "I love your hands, whenever I touch them, I am reminded of my lifetime of victories" he paused, looking back to Emberline. "I adore your smile, it makes me believe I can make you happy," Emberline was visibly distressed, her eyes threatening to flood, "And I am mesmerized by your eyes," she stifled a cry as he passed her a gentle smile. It wasn't filled with his usual warmth, which was stiff and lazy. His smile was rather ominous, unsettling and lacked the charm she lived by. "But that is all I love about you," he said, his daunting declaration left a dent in her memory that she knew she couldn't forget, a cold ran down her spine as she gazed back at the man who once said he couldn't live a day without her.

This is a novel written by George R.R Martin. I only posted it here so you can read for free. (BOOK 1) I DO NOT OWN CPOYRIGHT. {Let me know if there are any other novels you wish to read}

'MICHAEL KINGSTON' The very name resonated with a multitude of meanings, each as potent and distinct as the individuals who uttered it. To some, he was the towering figure of a great general in the United States Army, a master strategist who shaped the battlefields of his time. To others, he was a beacon, a leader who inspired and guided the masses. In the world of commerce, Michael Kingston was spoken of in hushed, awestruck tones – the greatest businessman the world had ever witnessed. He was a paradox, a man who embodied both the gentle virtues of righteousness and kindness, and the stark, unwavering force of ruthlessness when the occasion demanded. Respect and fear walked hand-in-hand in his wake. Such was his influence that, for much of the 20th century, the trajectory of the world itself seemed to bend to his will. This is the extraordinary life of the Mighty Michael Kingston. Note: Real life historical politicians, actors and actresses will be included in the story.

The novel examines a futuristic society, called the World State, that revolves around science and efficiency. In this society, emotions and individuality are conditioned out of children at a young age, and there are no lasting relationships because “every one belongs to every one else”

Six women have been murdered, and Michael is nowhere near knowing who killed them. But he is certain the barman Spyros is involved in some way. If only he can stop thinking with the wrong brain whenever he’s around the man.<br><br>Spyros wishes he wasn’t sexually attracted to the police officer who arrested him for murder. The feeling builds whenever they’re around each other.<br><br>After they’re snowed in at the Derbyshire Dales building, the men find themselves together more than they should. Spyros has no idea if this is a blessing in disguise for him, while Michael toys with the idea of giving in to his attraction is worth it. One’s a suspect; the other’s the law. Not the ideal combination for a perfect relationship. But can they make it work?

This is a fanfic story of how George Weasley and my OC character, Lily Snow, first met and how their relationship grew. Please enjoy reading this and if you have ideas of how I should make it better, please feel free to share them.

Analise, a 22-year-old woman, has faced numerous challenges throughout her life. At the tender age of 12, she was adopted due to the unfortunate circumstances of her father's abusive behavior towards her, which included physical, emotional, and verbal mistreatment. Following her adoption, she endured the hardships that come with such a situation. Moreover, she had to confront the distressing experience of being bullied during her school years, which further exacerbated her struggles. Battling with depression, bipolar disorder, and schizophrenia, Analise managed to establish a home for herself alongside her two beloved dogs. However, as a series of mysterious deaths occur, doubts begin to arise regarding her mental stability.

Synopsis: Chronicles of the Careless Immortal When the world wept and the skies mourned in thunder, he laughed. Not from joy — but because he was born that way. They called him the careless immortal, a man who walked barefoot through the ashes of fallen temples, wine gourd always in hand, laughter echoing between heaven and earth. Once, he was a name whispered with reverence across the Celestial Realms — the Immortal of Clarity, blessed by starlight, adorned with the Emperor’s favor. Now, he was but a shadow of his former self, wandering beneath mortal skies, half-remembered in myth and half-feared in prayer. Born from a mortal family trained by the immortals, his destiny had always stood between heaven and earth — too wise for the mortal dust, too wild for the celestial halls. His laughter could stir the wind, his sigh could move mountains. Yet, beneath the drunken eyes and careless grin lay a sorrow that even the heavens could not heal. He was cast down — stripped of title, stripped of light — for a single unforgivable sin: Contact with the Dark Realm. For that, the Heavenly Emperor decreed punishment beyond redemption. He was bound to face the Heavenly Tribulation, where lightning carved judgment into his bones, and the heavens themselves mocked his fall. But he survived. And from that day forth, he became the immortal who would not die, the fool who defied heaven’s will — a wanderer among mortals, laughing in the face of gods. --- A hundred thousand years ago, the heavens split apart. The war between good and evil broke loose like a storm across the cosmos. Yet as the flames rose, few could say what “good” truly meant — or where “evil” began. Even celestials hesitated, torn between duty and conscience, law and truth. The Heavenly Emperor, cold and distant, sent his immortals to the mortal world — to observe, to judge, to report what was just and what was corrupt. But when the Drunk Master ; Master of the Jade Cloud Pavilion: the Jade Radiance Monarch, returned from his journey, he brought more than words. He brought questions. He brought truth. And truth, to the heavens, was the greatest sin of all. For when he spoke — when he dared to call the heavens blind — the stars trembled, and the Emperor’s decree echoed across the realms. What followed was not a war between Heaven and the Demon Realm, but a far more dangerous conflict: A war between Celestial and Law. The Jade Radiance Monarch stood alone on the boundary of chaos, wine gourd swaying at his waist, his laughter rising through the ruins of heaven. Behind his mockery lay a vow that even the heavens feared — that one day, he would return not as a servant of heaven, but as the one who would judge it. And thus began the Chronicles of the Careless Immortal — the tale of a fallen god, a broken world, and a laughter that defied eternity. ___ Please! I know it might be a little clinche, but please give it a try. thanks for stopping by.

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