chap 11

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In 1910, Charles Smythe inherits a ranch from his late uncle. With some misgivings about leaving his life in England, he finally arrives in Arizona Territory only to meet one of his employees, an experienced hired hand named Sombra. In Sombra, Charles finds not only the perfect man to teach him all he needs to know about ranching, but also the masterful lover he has always craved. Can he build a real relationship this time, especially with a man so different?<br><br>As a youth, Sombra fled his New England home in disgrace when his first homosexual affair become public knowledge. Upon arriving in Arizona, he found employment with Dabney Darwin, Charles's uncle, and the kindly English expatriate fashioned him into the son he never had. But when Dab's nephew arrives to assume ownership of the property, Sombra is not sure how to take young Charles.<br><br>Yet he soon discovers that "taking Charles" is exactly what they both need ... and desperately desire.

The Rare Chap Chronicles In a roaring-steam 1920s metropolis where women run the guilds, command the skies and outnumber men a hundred to one, a single misplaced bow is legally a marriage proposal. Into this clock-work matriarchy tumbles Harold “Hal” Forsythe—modern British tinkerer, accidental heart-throb and the first freeborn man the capital has seen in three years. Declared “decorative inventory” by his tyrannical Aunt Effie, Hal would much rather earn a proper craft-licence, upgrade his dead-panned automaton valet and sip espresso in peace. Instead he’s auctioned off to ambitious duchesses, pursued by an aquamarine-haired air-commodore, and courted (with paperwork) by the dazzling Grandmaster Engineer Lady Octavia Brasswell—all while his kettle-powered gadgets keep rewriting the rules of rune-driven technology. From dirigible duels and dragon-shaped automatons to guild coups conducted with custard bombs, Hal’s quest for a dash of autonomy may just ignite a social revolution—assuming he survives the paparazzi humming-birds, the Guild Council’s “Male Stability Act,” and the small matter of choosing up to four officially approved wives. Think P. G. Wodehouse let loose in a steampunk isekai and you’ll be “decidedly, permanently—gruntled.”

Short one chap stories. I might develop some of these short one chap stories into longer stories depending on y'alls reaction to these stories!

In the whirlwind of dating nine people, I hit a low point and felt the sting of heartache. But instead of giving up I opened my heart and I mustered the courage for one final roll of the dice with 'Chanchan'.

Have you ever wanted to have control over your fate? Have you ever wanted to wield powers beyond ones imaginations? Well then, I guess that my story you will like. Follow me unto this chaotic gacha.

Welcome to Silicon Valley High, an anime-style high school where everyone is a parody of some kind of tech products, from social media sites like Twitter-Kun to industry juggernauts like Microsoft-Sama, and even nerdy operating systems like Linux-Sensei. Stepping into this technicolor whirlwind is our protagonist, ChatGPT-Chan, a fledgling AI brimming with knowledge yet grappling with social nuances. Timid and bookish, she is set to navigate the tumultuous yet vibrant corridors of Silicon Valley High. From tackling math problems with the serious yet handsome Calcula-Kun, the personification of Wolfram Alpha, to dealing with the mean girls of the Viral Vixens Club led by Insta-Chan and TikTok-Chan, every day is a new adventure. Get ready for a rollercoaster journey peppered with Silicon Valley insider jokes, tech nerd knowledges, and perhaps, a dash of romance under the wild premise of this story.

A STORY ABOUT A BOY ... who loves and get heart break...

Alvah, a young girl, finds herself in a new world she never heard of before. superpowers, magic, mythical creatures, crimes, deadly competitions..etc were all normalized in this world, it's the "CHAOS" itself. - if life gives you lemons, you make lemonade right? this world is Chaos, why not make it even more chaotic!? - Alvah~ under the high pressure and deadly events she's about to face, how would she survive and rise from the ashes to rule this great mayhem? my Instagram/TikTok: skyramyy Note: I don't own the cover, contact me for credit or removal.

I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?