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I told him and he nodded. "If they try to kill you off I will give you life, those bitches are crazy if they think I won't, becoming life has given me a treasure trove of knowledge and I will save you," Miguel stated. I chuckled internally at my soulmate. "I don't want them to punish you for helping me," I said as I turned and ran the back of my hand down the side of his handsome face. He smiled back and said we should get some sleep. I sighed and agreed seeing it was around two in the morning. I went to my bathroom and stripped down to my boxers, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I'd been living forever and before Miguel I would have welcomed my e

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This novel is entered in the "A Touch of Rainbow" writing contest especially created for stories about LGBTQ+. Thank you for supporting queer creations. Other stories by me: Book 1: How to Destroy a Badboy Book 2: The Emancipation of a Badboy

You are my child now, but you will still have to do servant jobs. I put the card down on the table, and opened the box. Inside were 2 different things. One was a movie, the other a book. The movie read 'Rava the last dragon', and the book read 'Green eggs and ham'. I was in awe. They were in good condition. To find a book, or to have a movie was rare. Usually you could only see a movie at the theater, which cost a lot. Books were even harder to get. Mortals were only allowed specific things. I was so happy. I ran to my room, and put the book on my shelf. The movie in my dresser. I wanted to watch the movie first, but I also wanted to explore. I figured they were mine now, so I could watch th

Dear Diary Yes, everything is surprising, a mess and I don't like it. I miss the children, I miss Kenya. My life is changing again and I don't need it. I take a deep breath in and exhale, nice and slow. This reality is going to take a hell of a lot to get used to. Not only am I no longer in Kenya, but my step-sister lives in a mansion with a billionaire? With Sebastian? A friend of Dave? This is not happening. Fuck it! But can I do something about it?

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

They say cherish the memories of your love one's that have died but remembering everything about that person and then you realizing that it's only memories and you won't be able to make more memories with them is the worst form of toture. It only makes you miserable. I once had a beautiful and peacefull life that wasn't full of death and misery. I was ready to start a family with the love of my life but unfortunately the universe didn't agree with it. Fate had decided to take him and our unborn baby away from me. I lost my mother and baby sister. My older brother Alessandro was killed on his way home. The only people I have left in my dark and misrebale life is my dear father, twin brother a

I begged him I don't know how much more of this I can take. "You think I'm done with you? Oh please we're just starting the fun". The basement went ice cold The only thought that ran through my mind at that moment was... "He's finally going to kill me too". He grabbed a whip and I shuddered when I saw it because it's no ordinary whip it has little thorns on it so when it makes contact with my skin it splits it open even more. I know this because when he first started these "fun games" the old whip hurt bad but this one was ten times worse.

He tilted his head and said, “I can’t say I’ve ever seen anyone taking notes at a club before.” She looked down at her phone. Then, she looked back at the guy and gave him a self-deprecating smile. “It’s just something I’m working on,” she told him. “Working? In a club?” he said as he moved closer toward her. “Yeah, just an article on the club opening I’m working on,” she told him. Nodding, he looked impressed. “So, you’re a writer?” he asked. She nodded and said, “When I’m not working my other job. Writing by itself doesn’t pay the bills, but I’m trying to break into something more.”