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.

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—"

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?"