puck and guts

Kingston life revolves around Stephanie same goes to Charles. The family of three gives a perfect picture of a happy family. Stephanie has always leave an expectation of a good wife, managing his family as the two male consisting of Kingston the husband and Charles they only child plays the male roles in the house. They relationship is a symbolic type as either sides benefits here and seems like one can't do without the other. later on, Stephanie got diagnosed of kidney disease called dialysis. Which led to her death. This inturn, breaks a chain in the mutual association as one symbiont leaves the cycle leaving the chain imbalance. Tolerance is a natural phenomenal as every living thing tends to adapt to changes. Thus, the father and son (Kingston and Charles) morns, suffer loses, as they struggle for adaptation. A Therapist was recommended as the loses becomes more intense. The two bachelor's, "Kingston and Charles was advised to find a spouse as it does help one to walk-through the past, specially in such a situation. Charles and Kingston move on for a spouse hunt amidst there imbalances. Charles: Guess what. Kingston: huh! Charles: She hate my gut. Charles complain addressing Kingston as the two wanders to accomplish. read more of she hate my guts to get the real riddles of the note.

Hockey was everything to Ian Kade until a scandal sent him crashing into the boards. Expelled, disgraced, and forced to transfer to his rival school, he's now wearing the wrong jersey, skating on enemy ice, and stuck on a team that wants nothing to do with him. Worst of all he's lining up next to Dominic Stryker, the rival he's spent years body-checking into the glass. Dominic takes it as an ultimate penalty and he's not about to let him forget his downfall. He takes cheap shots on and off the rink, pushing and taunting anything to remind Ian who really owns the ice. But the more they collide, the more Dominic starts to notice the cracks in the story, the fire in Ian's game and the way their fights are blurring the line between rivalry and something far more dangerous. Because hate is easy. Losing control? That's sudden death.

"The streets roam with cannibles. No individual can walk freely." The year is 1814 and Europe is in chaos as a new disease unfolds being called Blight... (Based on the game Guts & Blackpowder)

this is a work in progress novel that is about a child of the fairy queen, and his adventures in a fantasy world. let's see what shenanigans he gets up to.

WFC #152 The New Year is a chance for a new beginning, right? Well, that’s exactly what happened for Rick Kanun. It was exactly at midnight that everything changed. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... [Initiating World Reformation Protocol] Everybody on Earth heard this robotic voice and then it happened. Lights started flashing and havoc began! *Boom* *Boom* *Boom* Screams, cries, and death throes could be heard everywhere. *Pant* *Pant* “Why is this happening?!” cried Rick. *Beep* [Answering User: New Year’s Wish was granted.] Rick grabbed his grabbed his head. “What is that voice? It’s saying something New Year’s wish?! What wish?!” [User’s wish from 11:30 pm on Earth’s New Year’s celebration.] [Replaying Memory...]

The city fell before the world noticed. Hybrids revolted. Monsters walked openly through streets. The Xotikós — a white-skinned, white-haired species once called human — were reduced to survivors and graves. Gust escapes prison into a city already dead. He does not come to save it. Once, he had a wife who believed in the gods. A daughter who believed her father was a hero. The government believed he was a weapon. All three were wrong. Engineered beyond his own understanding, Gust was designed on theories even his creators feared — a being capable of collapsing reality itself if allowed to awaken fully. Marked as an omniversal threat, he was broken, tortured, and buried long before the world needed him. Now the president who ordered everything is gone. The gods who were worshipped never came. And the hybrids who lost their minds call him legend — and curse. Gust moves through ruin, stopping atrocities not out of mercy, but memory. He uses less than a fraction of his power — because even one percent would shatter what remains. This is not a story about revenge. It is a story about loss, faith that failed, and a man who must decide whether existence deserves to survive him.

This journey starts in the way most end, death. What comes next? Everything. Apparently. Armor forged in the soul, shaped and tinted by your previous life. A goddess? Beasts, monsters, demons of all shapes and sizes. A whole new world ahead, with a whole new set of rules for our newly dead protagonist to figure out. So.. what happens now?

um.. Read the title?

"I’m not gay," I choked out, my back pressed hard against the cold bathroom tile as his heavy, tattooed frame caged me in. "I just… I admire my stepbrother. That’s all." Damon leaned down, his lips brushing against my burning ear, his breath hot, wicked, and mocking. "Oh, yeah? Does 'admiration' usually involve you jerking off to his photos, Micah?" Before I could push him away, his fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to look into his dark, chaotic eyes. "From now on, you write about your filthy little stories about me instead. And if you want the inspiration… you’re going to have to earn it." *** The pastor’s house has three golden rules: No cursing. No dating. And absolutely no sinning. To the world, Micah is the perfect, obedient preacher's son. But behind his shy smile lies a mind full of filthy, unholy fantasies and a massive, forbidden craving for his stepbrother, Noah. Noah is the university’s golden-retriever hockey captain, entirely out of reach, and completely straight. Or so Micah thinks. Desperate to get closer to the brother he can never have, Micah takes a secret gig as the anonymous erotic writer for the campus journalism team, using the job as an excuse to steal glances and locker room photos of Noah. It was supposed to be the perfect crime. Until the hockey team's notorious bad boy, Damon, catches him red-handed. Damon is cocky, heavily tattooed, rich, and Noah's bitterest rival on the ice. Now, he holds Micah's entire life in his hands. The deal is simple: if Micah doesn't want his holy father or his stepbrother to find out his dirty secrets, he has to make Damon the star of his next spicy column. But Damon doesn't just want to be written about. He wants to give Micah the 'hands-on research' to write it. Trapped between a relentless rival who wants to break him, and a stepbrother whose hidden, possessive intensity is about to explode, Micah is playing a dangerous game. And on this ice, someone is bound to get wrecked. But what he doesn’t know is that Noah has been watching. And the possessive older stepbrother is done pretending he doesn’t want to claim what’s his. CONTENT WARNING: WARNING (18+): This story is a dark MM/BL sports romance intended for mature audiences. It contains explicit, unfiltered 18+ content, highly spicy scenes, religious guilt, stepbrother taboo themes, blackmail, intense possessiveness, and a toxic love triangle dynamic (two tops, one bottom). If you love high-heat, boundary-pushing drama, enter the locker room at your own risk. #MMRomance #DarkRomance #ForbiddenRomance #PossessiveMMC #TwoTopsOneBottom

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!