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Lydia, who grew up with her grandmother in a remote village, was finally taken back to the wealthy mansion. Only then did she realize that this was the result of her sickly grandmother kneeling down and begging her mother, who had long become a wealthy lady. However, her mother warned her sternly in private, "You can never call me mom! You can only call me auntie! Remember that?" The moment she entered the house, her mother's son and daughter, who were born in a wealthy family, took turns picking on her and humiliating her. What greeted her was always her mother's mocking words, "They are my babies, and you are just my niece. We eat and drink well, so what if you give in to them?" She knew that her mother might do something crazy to hide her secret. Good! Nobody can be relied on! I'll rely on myself! After surviving university, the female protagonist packed her luggage and exclaimed, "What rich family? I don't care anymore!" The female protagonist ran away from home and entered the entertainment industry! With her superb acting skills, an experienced director offered her an olive branch. Thousands of fans went crazy for her. She was invited to a charity dinner by the wealthiest man on the Fortune List. Someone even bought a big screen at Times Square to celebrate her birthday. While everyone was crazy about her, a mysterious man bought all the headlines and announced, "Thank you for liking my fiancée! But, I'm the one who loves her the most!"

The dust of a small Texas town settled around Tessica Raleigh, a world away from the familiar outskirts of Dodge City, Kansas. She didn't expect much from this "Podunk" place, certainly not excitement. Her life revolved around the rhythm of the seasons, the annual harvest of wheat and corn that her family meticulously managed. Her true sanctuary wasn't a quiet room or a bustling city street; it was the cab of a combine or a tractor, the steady hum of the engine a comforting presence as she plowed and harvested the crops. Romance was a distant, practically nonexistent, concept in her demanding schedule. Her parents, meanwhile, basked in their perceived wealth from the successful harvests, seemingly oblivious to anything beyond their financial comfort. On the Triple R Ranch, Logan Ray was living a different, yet equally focused, life. His days were steeped in the traditions of the ranch, a legacy passed down by his dad and uncles. His sophomore year had been smooth sailing, and he felt no anxieties about stepping into junior year. The only real pressure came from his friends, who relentlessly teased him about getting a girlfriend. Logan, however, had his priorities set on his studies and the demanding work of the ranch. He found far more interest in the intricacies of cattle and crops than in high school dating. This focus, however, sometimes made him a target for Kale Edwards, Sawyer Edwards' oldest son, whose animosity often manifested in physical blows.

When restaurateur Hugh Neumann rebukes Oliver Nicholas’s very public proposal to his boyfriend during a Valentine’s Day dinner, the diverted Cupid’s arrow strikes Hugh not in the heart, but in the ass.<br><br>After a media storm of commentary, ironically pro and con, gains national steam, what Hugh begins to refer to as his personal “St. Valentine’s Day Massacre” begins to affect home life with his partner, Dominick Brodie.<br><br>Was Hugh’s overreaction pandering to his largely heterosexual clientele? Or did the incident trigger his own panic about same-sex marriage? Will the public scrutiny threaten his decade-long commitment to Dom?

Prologue – Rui I am the one who pins Kael Valdemar to the inside of my eyelids every night. Not the Kael they all see (cold, perfect, untouchable), but the one who exists only when he thinks no one is watching: the way he rubs the back of his neck when he’s tired, the tiny exhale he lets out before he smiles at something small, the exact second his shoulders drop when the door closes and the crown finally slips. I have memorized the shape of his mouth saying words he never says to anyone else. I have tasted the air he leaves behind in empty hallways. I have pressed my lips to every photograph until the paper tore. People think obsession is loud. Mine is quiet. It is the soft click of a camera shutter at 3:17 a.m. It is the way I learned to breathe in the exact rhythm of his sleep cycle so my heart doesn’t disturb him through the wall. It is the single white rose I leave on his pillow and remove before he wakes, just to know my scent was the first thing his dreams touched. I am not here to rule him. I am here to be the place where all that terrifying strength finally rests. One day soon he will lean down to check if the fragile transfer Omega is okay (because he always checks), and I will rise on tiptoes, slide my fingers into his hair, and kiss him like I have rehearsed in the dark a thousand times. He will taste vanilla and something darker underneath. He will freeze. He will realize too late that the softest mouth in the world just claimed the only throat he was ever meant to bare. I am Rui. And I have been kissing Kael Valdemar long before he ever learned my name. Content Warning: 18+

This is a story (Biography) about a fishing trip gone wrong if you don’t like gory stuff then I suggest not reading it, thanks for reading if you did!

Looney Meek was born in Boston, Massachusetts during the Salem Witch Trials. After her mom is manipulated and r**** by a man in her town, she and her mother face persecution at the hands of those who were supposed to believe her and her mother. They were tried as witches and burnt at the stake; they punished as liars, mentally ill, and ruining the life of a man due to a time where patriarchy and misogyny led to heinous acts. However, Looney Meek forever lives on, becoming the ruler of The Sheep Keep, where she minds spirits that once lived and never questioned society and just blindly followed what they were told. Because of the sheep in her town, she was burnt alive at seventeen, and her story is still told throughout the centuries. Looney essentially becomes a fairy tale and even makes herself known to people when they sin because of patriarchal, political, and religious conforms, because she and her mother were victims of these reforms. She welcomes you, dear reader, to her story, her reborn body, and how she and her birds either drag sheep to her keep, or protect people that are at risk of becoming what she minds. Thank you for listening to her story, and welcome to the keep! (Verb tense changes due to her telling her story in the past and present). #feminist #gothic #confessional

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“Hiacho, do it. Become the Conqueror of the Stone Of Essence, defeat the 10 Galactic Forces that rule over the Universe and The Earth, and become one with HIKA!!” 10 Titans. One Stone. And a dream. 10 chapters every month!

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!