thirteen stories

Deputy Mark Forrest and Nurse Francis Archer can’t deny the chemistry that arises between them. A chance meeting awakens the idea of something greater than either had ever imagined.<br><br>Mark craves being able to let go, and Francis loves to take him out of his head. But Mark’s past bears a truckload of personal demons that have kept him in the closet and made him lash out at the LGBTQ community in the town he’s come to regard as home.<br><br>Despite finding love and a new purpose in Acker, Francis’s new job might end up being temporary, and he doesn't want to lose the life he's settled into. Can the two of them build a future together despite a bitter past, and diverging paths?

Life's lessons can be harsh and misunderstandings can tear us apart. When communication breaks down - will we be able to fix the damage we've caused or are the rifts too raw, too savage to ever be healed again? "Give me ONE good reason why I shouldn't leave you. I trusted you and you broke my heart, you ripped it out and crushed it under your heel..." The last words were choked off by sobs that wracked his body. I watched as my heart broke in front of me. He was right. I fucked up. All I could do was watch as Lan Yibo gently encased him in an embrace and as his golden brown eyes sliced through me with disappointment like the chilling winter winds that blew over the Arctic ice caps. "Please, I'm sorr-" "Not welcome. Get Lost." An original story by me but I borrow names from well known people and characters. HOWEVER: any similarities to actual events or incidents are coincidental as this is a work of fiction. CONTAINS: Graphic and sexually explicit scenes, abuse, violence and cursing. Read at your own risk.

In the shadow of global finance, geopolitics, and ancient alliances lie Thirteen Veins — the invisible arteries that connect wealth, influence, and survival across continents. Spanning 10 volumes and 130 chapters, this sweeping saga weaves together the lives of thirteen men from vastly different worlds: a Russian industrialist, a Thai power broker, a Mongolian chieftain, a French noble, a Middle Eastern magnate, a Southeast Asian strategist, and more — each holding a piece of the puzzle no single person can solve alone. Bound by an old oath of brotherhood yet divided by national interests, personal ambition, and hidden agendas, they must navigate cutthroat business rivalries, shifting political tides, and secrets buried for decades. What begins as a race to secure trade routes, resources, and market dominance soon reveals itself as a quest for something far deeper: the true meaning of trust when every deal carries risk, and every ally could turn adversary. From the boardrooms of Paris to the steppes of Mongolia, from the deserts of the Gulf to the coastlines of Southeast Asia, each volume unfolds new layers of conflict, loyalty, and revelation. The thirteen “veins” are not just trade lines or financial networks — they are the ties that bind their fates, and the key to protecting a legacy that crosses borders and generations. With 13 chapters per volume building steadily toward an epic conclusion, Thirteen Veins is more than a story of power and money — it is a gripping exploration of what it means to stand together when the world demands you stand apart.

In a world where gravity is not just a force but a soul, sixteen-year-old Caelus "Cael" Vane lives in the shadow of the Gravity Fall—a catastrophic event ten years prior that saw a third of the world's population suddenly collapse into themselves, crushed by their own awakened Cores. The survivors live under the rigid rule of the Orbital Authority (OA) , a governing body that registers and restrains all "Orbiters" for the supposed safety of mankind. Cael is a "Dwarf"—someone whose Core was damaged in the Fall, limiting him to a mere 4 Orbits. In a society where status is measured by your orbital count, he is nothing. A janitor. He mops the floors of the OA's central tower, cleaning up after the elite "Planetary" Orbiters who look through him like empty space. But Cael harbors a secret. He can see the 13th Orbit. While others perceive only 12 visible orbits around a person, Cael glimpses a flickering shadow—a void that follows every Orbiter like a hungry moon. The OA has hunted and silenced anyone who has ever mentioned it, branding it a "psychotic break" caused by Core damage. On the night of his 17th birthday (February 13th) , Cael's dormant Core violently re-ignites. He doesn't just awaken; he shatters. In a blast of reversed gravity, he accidentally kills a squad of OA enforcers by pulling the very air from their lungs. When he wakes, he finds he is no longer a Dwarf. His Core has healed, but wrong. He now commands 13 Orbits.

Thirteen women entered Tristian Vlastos's life. None of them survived it. For years, his secrets remained buried beneath a perfect smile and an untouchable reputation. But when a mysterious woman uncovers the truth, Tristian finds himself trapped in a nightmare unlike any he could have imagined. Forced to witness lives that could have been, he must face thirteen stories connected by one common thread: himself. Yet the deeper he falls into those dreams, the harder it becomes to tell whether they are a punishment... or a second chance. And when the final dream ends, he may discover that the person he fears most is not the woman who caught him—but the man he used to be. "Can this man escape from the loophole?"

Ek aisa raaz… jo kabhi milna hi nahi chahiye tha. Jab Aisha ko ek mysterious signal aur chhupa hua Thirteenth Letter milta hai, uski normal duniya badalne lagti hai. Static whispers, ajeeb signs, aur past ke dark secrets usse ek aisi mystery mein kheench lete hain jahan har answer ke saath ek naya darr chhupa hai. Kehte hain kuch letters kabhi likhe hi nahi jaane chahiye… Phir ye Thirteenth Letter kya hai? Ek raaz? Ek warning? Ya kuch aur… jo ab jaag chuka hai. Suspense, secrets aur haunting mystery se bhari ek kahaani… jahan har clue tumhe sach ke kareeb nahi, andhere ke aur paas le jaata hai.

Coolyala is sent from her home world by her father to protect a collection of stones that apparently will become a weapon in the wrong hands. After months of being on her own, she meets Lofgun and his "crew" of special people. She is reluctant to trust him at first, however, after multiple times of having his help, she does. Now, they are scattered. The stones are spread out across worlds and Coolyala must find them and protect them. Friends will become involved, lives will hang in the balance. But when the time comes for Coolyala to do what she must, will she? Will she trust herself to make the right choices? After all, she doesn't even know what these stones can do...

Ibaruddin sails deep into the Mediterranean, entrusting the entire Middle Eastern holdings to Battar, Old Hajji Hassan, Azhar, Karim, and Alikhan: three fortified warehouses, two bonded ports, a fully secured trade route, and the newly established family trust and insurance pool. Exploration demands boldness; guardianship demands unshakable roots. There are no fancy schemes here — only iron‑hard rules: accounts balanced to the last cent, cargo protected without a single leak, trust structures sealed to limit risk, and bonds kept warm and true. Hands thick with calluses and scars trace the old crescent marks on centuries‑old charts, while eyes scan AI‑generated routes and risk forecasts. American AI flags the safety margins; Chinese AI spots the opportunities. But the final call? It rests on a man’s judgment and grit. They stand firm against local power plays in the desert, ride out currency swings and policy shifts in the market, and hold fast to the old creed: Never cheat, never betray, never forget where you came from. Strong black coffee and bitter tea fuel long nights — discussions of routes and profit, but more importantly, of brothers at their backs and the ancestral home far across the sea. This chapter is not about expanding new frontiers, but securing what has been built; not about opening new branches, but strengthening the foundation. When the Crescent‑Star medallion aligns with the trade routes, and ancient customs meet the modern world, they prove one truth: A man may travel far, but his legacy must never break. Symbols may change, but loyalty and heart remain true. Thirteen Lines — Bound by Crescent and Star. Hold fast to today, and you build tomorrow.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?