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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.

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!

On the most popular interstellar forum, there is a hot topic: What is the most unbelievable thing that has happened around you? Chun Mian: Thanks for the invite. I was sitting at home, and a door fell from the sky. Life is like a tightly closed door, before opening it, you never know, what you will face: a living person or a forty-meter-long blade! (Quick Transmigration, No CP)

[Large-scale Male Competition and Asura Field, Multiple Male Leads] [Ditzy Beauty x Gloomy Male Ghost/Black-Bellied Older Man/Pure Love Loyal Dog/Unhinged Arch-Nemesis/Clingy Younger Puppy] Zoe Rhodes dies unexpectedly in a car accident. Before her death, she awakens her consciousness and discovers that the world she lives in is a tragic, angsty BE novel. Several villains imprison the female lead, causing the male and female leads to break up and get back together for many years, and in the end, they even drive the male lead to his death. The good news is, she's just an insignificant cannon fodder. The bad news is, her brother is that wronged male lead! Zoe Rhodes's vision goes black. When she wakes up, she has transmigrated ten years into the future. To protect her brother, she starts desperately trying to make her presence known among the villains, hoping they can turn over a new leaf. Through Zoe Rhodes's unremitting efforts, her brother is safe! The female lead is safe! She is also sa... wait, that's not right?!! Can someone please tell her why, after waking up from a nap, she finds herself lying in the villains' basement?! Zoe Rhodes: I don't know either. They started shouting something about a "white moonlight" and a "cinnabar mole" and then lined up to kiss me. [This is probably a story about a ditzy beauty who tries to tame the villains, only to discover that she is their long-dead "white moonlight", and all the villains are lining up, fighting to be her dog.]