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In 1910, Charles Smythe inherits a ranch from his late uncle. With some misgivings about leaving his life in England, he finally arrives in Arizona Territory only to meet one of his employees, an experienced hired hand named Sombra. In Sombra, Charles finds not only the perfect man to teach him all he needs to know about ranching, but also the masterful lover he has always craved. Can he build a real relationship this time, especially with a man so different?<br><br>As a youth, Sombra fled his New England home in disgrace when his first homosexual affair become public knowledge. Upon arriving in Arizona, he found employment with Dabney Darwin, Charles's uncle, and the kindly English expatriate fashioned him into the son he never had. But when Dab's nephew arrives to assume ownership of the property, Sombra is not sure how to take young Charles.<br><br>Yet he soon discovers that "taking Charles" is exactly what they both need ... and desperately desire.

The Rare Chap Chronicles In a roaring-steam 1920s metropolis where women run the guilds, command the skies and outnumber men a hundred to one, a single misplaced bow is legally a marriage proposal. Into this clock-work matriarchy tumbles Harold “Hal” Forsythe—modern British tinkerer, accidental heart-throb and the first freeborn man the capital has seen in three years. Declared “decorative inventory” by his tyrannical Aunt Effie, Hal would much rather earn a proper craft-licence, upgrade his dead-panned automaton valet and sip espresso in peace. Instead he’s auctioned off to ambitious duchesses, pursued by an aquamarine-haired air-commodore, and courted (with paperwork) by the dazzling Grandmaster Engineer Lady Octavia Brasswell—all while his kettle-powered gadgets keep rewriting the rules of rune-driven technology. From dirigible duels and dragon-shaped automatons to guild coups conducted with custard bombs, Hal’s quest for a dash of autonomy may just ignite a social revolution—assuming he survives the paparazzi humming-birds, the Guild Council’s “Male Stability Act,” and the small matter of choosing up to four officially approved wives. Think P. G. Wodehouse let loose in a steampunk isekai and you’ll be “decidedly, permanently—gruntled.”

Short one chap stories. I might develop some of these short one chap stories into longer stories depending on y'alls reaction to these stories!

In the whirlwind of dating nine people, I hit a low point and felt the sting of heartache. But instead of giving up I opened my heart and I mustered the courage for one final roll of the dice with 'Chanchan'.

Welcome to Silicon Valley High, an anime-style high school where everyone is a parody of some kind of tech products, from social media sites like Twitter-Kun to industry juggernauts like Microsoft-Sama, and even nerdy operating systems like Linux-Sensei. Stepping into this technicolor whirlwind is our protagonist, ChatGPT-Chan, a fledgling AI brimming with knowledge yet grappling with social nuances. Timid and bookish, she is set to navigate the tumultuous yet vibrant corridors of Silicon Valley High. From tackling math problems with the serious yet handsome Calcula-Kun, the personification of Wolfram Alpha, to dealing with the mean girls of the Viral Vixens Club led by Insta-Chan and TikTok-Chan, every day is a new adventure. Get ready for a rollercoaster journey peppered with Silicon Valley insider jokes, tech nerd knowledges, and perhaps, a dash of romance under the wild premise of this story.

A STORY ABOUT A BOY ... who loves and get heart break...

Alvah, a young girl, finds herself in a new world she never heard of before. superpowers, magic, mythical creatures, crimes, deadly competitions..etc were all normalized in this world, it's the "CHAOS" itself. - if life gives you lemons, you make lemonade right? this world is Chaos, why not make it even more chaotic!? - Alvah~ under the high pressure and deadly events she's about to face, how would she survive and rise from the ashes to rule this great mayhem? my Instagram/TikTok: skyramyy Note: I don't own the cover, contact me for credit or removal.

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?"