Link Genderbend Novels & Stories

A divine move is singular- they are of such a rarity that a full-time Go player might play a single such move in a lifetime. When I began Callum and Oliver's journey, I had already decided on the title. It was supposed to be The Lord’s Divine Move. However, the more I wrote, the more I realized it wasn't only Callum's, but Oliver's chance to change the turn of events and break the chains, binding him to his past. It’s a story of two people, constantly trying to change their nature, caught up in a rivalry, much bigger and older than them. I think of it as a BDSM one, although at that time the action is set, no such term existed.

Brandon pointed out. "So you're saying Braze has a height kink?" Win said in surprise. "We're guys." "So?" Brandon shrugged. "Kinks can be gender neutral. You like Braze and myself on our knees when we suck you. You fucked girls anally. Why can't Braze have the kinks you had with girls just because you're a guy?" "Because we're guys," Win said again. "We don't do fragile, weak, petite, and all that stuff."

After all, Giovanni was far warmer than the rumors had ever suggested. On our wedding night, we simply sat and talked under the deep moonlight. He confessed that the rumors about his disfigurement and illness were deliberately spread misinformation. "I'm part of a state classified project, so I have to keep my identity hidden. Since my family stands out too much in Monteverde, I started wearing a mask for safety and also spread frightening rumors to keep my enemies in check." He paused and fixed his amber eyes on me before continuing in a low voice, "Marcella, you might not remember, but many years ago, I was ambushed by enemies and left on the brink of death.

In high school, Tessa Lopez was not popular with boys at all. She was slender and flat-chested like a walking stick. Her movements were gawky and awkward, typical of a girl adjusting to changes in her body. The bullies said she walked like Ichabod Crane, which made her very conscious and pissed. She was not too particular on what she wore. She had a loose knitted yellow Burberry which was her favorite. She always wore it to make herself look more stuffed. She cared less about what her classmates said, but this pullover compensated for her skinny figure.

the other woman added. “What are your names and what elements do you bend?” I asked. “I’m Lark, elemental of sound,” the pregnant lady told me. A sound wolf, that might be interesting. I might need to keep in contact with them so I can help their child later on. If they would allow that. “I’m Diamond. I bend metal,” the other woman said. “And I’m Erebus, the man of shadows.” I nodded my head and looked them over. I really had no desire to kill them but to leave them with a warning instead. I would kill them if I had to.

She laughs and turns around, trying to fix it. “Well, I got my ass kicked in a fight and got cut up. I wasn’t thinking about my hair too much,” says Kelanar, sticking out her tongue. “Let me. It will go faster,” says Henry as she fumbles around. “You fought well. You didn’t get your ass kicked.” “This is true. You have a few cuts. Sorry about stabbing you in the hand, by the way.” Kelanar smiles and turns so he can fix it. Henry combs her hair with his fingers, then creates a wreath crown braid for her.