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This was originally written for a play. If you turn this into a play, please film it and post it online or send me the footage by link or file sharing. RedBeeSAndAmber2's Real Name is Treasure Marie Denise Jackson and I am her, I collaborated with GOD A.K.A. Jesus Christ To help me write this book. This story is also to teach others the truth that God still loves you even if you were conceived of rape, outside of wedlock, born outside of wedlock, incest, adultery (Father cheated on wife with your mom and conceived you, or mother cheated on father with your dad and conceived you) and you are all worthy of good things and that you can be great in life. It was none of you guys fault, you guys are still priceless, and valuable. They still deserve great things. Incest, rape, adultery, etc. All those are the things aren't really good things to do, but you aren't a bad thing. You are worth more than precious jewels, and metals. I & God AKA Jesus Christ Loves you very, very much. After 3 hours of riding back to the south, she fell asleep. After 14 days of riding to the south, she met a couple of Dakota Indians as they called them, they were quite nice, but one was rude and one of them was weary. "Do you want water?" she says to the weary one, and pulls out some water from her bag and gives it to him. He takes it and walks away from her in fear. She was confused and asked one of the other ones what was wrong, he responded in his language "I don't know what you are saying." She was confused and didn't know what he was saying, so, she used her hands and tried to point at him in a way that it was as if she was asking the same question, but with her hands. She didn't do it correctly, and he didn't know that she was asking. "I tried to point in a way he'd know that I was asking the question, but I think he's confused," she says as he scrunches his face up in confusion at her words. "Don't worry, Madam, they're just Indians." The white guy riding and driving the horse-driven carriage says to her boldly and disdainfully. "But, I want him to know, and what does that mean?" She says in Ethiopian (Amharic) which is "gini ፣ isuni inidīyawik’i ifeligalehu ፣ ina ya maleti mini maleti newi?" "How are you so good at English, Madam?" he says to her in a bold and questioning manner, "My husband taught me." She says in glee and then looks at the native-Americans, again. "You know they're language?" She asks in glee, "Yeah, I was a translator." he says in boredom. "What happened?" she asks, "I quit," he says in boldness. "Well, do your old job." She says, "I don't want to." he says, "DO IT," she says, and he translates her words to their language. She was an Isreali Ethiopian with very dark skin, and very beautiful. "They are from the Yankton Sioux Tribe." The white guy says, "I know, I translated for them." he says to her in boredom. "Am I boring you, sir?" She says in anger, she says "You seem to be always bored!" "It isn't you," he says in Yankton Sioux Tribe language. "What are you talking about?" one of the men asks, confused. The man spoke English, "You let me do all that just to speak English!" Ethi says to him in anger but sort of petty jokey anger. Like annoyance, almost. "Yes, come with me, I'll teach you to speak our language." he says to her, "Oh, I must go to Dakoda, am I there?" White driver: "Almost, ma'am. Just 5 more days and we're there. I hope. A horse can go 55 miles an hour. I hope I don't die as I cannot see the town from here." It is 1890. "Don't worry, we'll get there!" she says in confidence as she pulls herself out the window but only shoulder length out the window. _________________________________________________________________________ This story is copyrighted. (Copr. ©)

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My type of story so if you want a peek then go on and have a look and don't forget to enjoy if not then have a good day

This story is purely fictional, any resemblance to an actual person or place or time is purely coincidental. The target audience of this stories are all genders. This story is also strictly very erotica.

In ancient times, humanity's ancestors revered the gods, worshiping them as beings far beyond their reach, with mortals no more than ants in comparison. In the future, humanity's technological prowess surpasses all else. When the first spacecraft arrives in an ancient world of cultivation, resembling the mythical realms of gods and demons from old legends, the excitement is unparalleled—greater than any previous colonization of life-bearing planets. But this time, humanity no longer respects the divine. Instead, they seek conquest... Vast fleets of warships are dispatched with orders to destroy. The ordinary Earth, the ancient cultivation world, and the futuristic realms of sci-fi mechs—three vastly different worlds collide, and at the center of this massive convergence stands Jiang Chen...

Tormented by his past, a young man sets off on a quest for vengeance following the devastating loss of his family. Yet, his pursuit triggers a series of events that reshape the very fabric of the land, blurring the distinction between good and evil.

The story unfolds on a distant planet where existence is defined by a complex layer of immaterial consciousness. In this society, the ultimate punishment is not death, but Social Exile—an eternal state of metaphysical isolation. Those who defy the rigid laws of the system are cast into a separate dimension of awareness. They remain physically present, watching the world and even seeing other exiles, yet they are rendered utterly invisible and unable to interact with reality. In this world, consciousness is a programmable entity, strictly regulated by "Red Points" that mark the boundaries of permissible thought. Any deviation triggers a collective ritual that severs the offender from the social fabric forever.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"