esquire fiction

A lawyer accused of rape commits suicide and is transported to another world.

WE ALL KNOW TOBY ESQUIRE, EITHER BY PERSONAL EXPERIENCE OR BU STARING AT HIM IN THE HALLWAYS, HE'S KINDA GOOD AT CATCHING PEOPLE'S ATTENTION, ALMOST AS GOOD AS HE IS AT BEING AN ASSHOLE. HE'S RUDE, LOUSY, OBNOXIOUS, SELFISH AND JUST PLAIN HORRIBLE, MAYBE HIS DEATH IS ACTUALLY A GOOD THING. BUT, WE STILL NEED TO KNOW WHO KILLED HIM. * * * THE LIVES OF 8 STUDENTS ARE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN WHEN THEY ARE ALL IDENTIFIED AS SUSPECTS IN THE MURDER OF ONE OF THEIR CLASSMATES.

Ellis Potter is a squib, just not in the regular sense. Like any, good old squib, he can’t use normal magic like the rest of the wizarding world. But he can use an entirely different kind of magic. One that’s completely new and unpredictable. All Ellis wanted to do was to keep his brother, Harry, safe and sound. Maybe it would have been easier to have been born a regular squib...

Athena loves her wife. She loves Maria’s smile and sculptor’s hands and tender dominance. She loves being Maria’s model, posing for the creation of art. She’s happy to stay right where Maria’s arranged her, taking pride and pleasure in remaining just so. And as she stays so perfectly still, her submission becomes more and more pleasurable -- and distracting.<br><br>But if Athena can wait without moving, she’ll earn her reward ... and find the sweetness of release in the art of surrender.

We take photographs as Return Tickets to moments otherwise gone. As Pat regains his shutter touch, Jane arrives in his borderline-okay life, which will make unimaginable differences.

First work , trying out the atmosphere.

Em Neo-Babel, uma metrópole futurista dominada por megacorporações, o medo da população dá origem ao Miasma, uma energia que cria monstros conhecidos como Aberrações. Enquanto os idolatrados Vigilantes brilham diante das câmeras, o governo envia seu verdadeiro esquadrão para o trabalho sujo: o Esquadrão 404, formado por criminosos condenados que reduzem suas penas cumprindo missões impossíveis.

This was my first ever realistic book about what I imagine the gay life would be like.

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?