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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!

It's a pure comedy. The comedic journey of three friends who are the Ruler of the Universes. They came to complete their last objective. Let's start their hilarious adventure. Even turning the most tragic in to comedy. [ Most of the characters are taken from different mythologies.] It will be quite fast paced. And a lots of grammar mistakes. Enjoy.

Mikael Jarvela may only be a half shifter, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be alpha of the eastern Finland farm-turned-sanctuary his father founded. Six wolves, a red fox, a black jaguar, and a lynx all think of him as the head of the family. But Mikael doesn’t have anyone to call his own until he comes across an injured Siberian tiger in the woods.<br><br>From the moment the newcomer recovers and Mikael and Maxim meet face to human face, the attraction between them is undeniable. They strike up a tentative relationship, but they’re both proud men, and their egos keep getting in the way.<br><br>Just when it looks like their romance is doomed, an outside threat to the farm family -- to Mikael -- forces Maxim to choose between the life of solitude he knows and the love and companionship that could be his if he stays.

I Became a Parking Attendant in the Palace of the Gods and Became the King of the Gods (KamiChū). Kang Ji-hoon was nothing more than an ordinary college dropout struggling to make ends meet with part-time jobs. After dying in an unexpected accident, he awakens in the Divine Realm, only to discover that he has not been reborn as a legendary hero or a chosen savior, but as the lowest-ranked employee in existence: a Novice Valet assigned to the Palace of the Gods. His duties are laughably mundane compared to the grandeur surrounding him. He must park celestial chariots, guide colossal divine beasts into their assigned stables, organize floating thrones, and prevent arrogant gods from causing chaos in the palace's enormous transportation district. One mistake could result in immediate dismissal, or worse, execution for offending a deity. Everything changes when Ji-hoon awakens a mysterious RPG System that recognizes his profession as a legitimate path to power. Every perfectly parked divine vehicle grants experience. Every transportation crisis he resolves rewards him with rare skills. Every satisfied customer increases his reputation throughout Heaven. While other gods grow stronger through centuries of cultivation and warfare, Ji-hoon becomes stronger simply by performing his job better than anyone ever has. At first, the palace staff laugh at the absurdity of a human believing he can climb Heaven's hierarchy through valet work. However, their mockery slowly turns into disbelief as Ji-hoon accomplishes impossible feats. He earns legendary titles after parking ancient dragons that no one else can control, unlocks forbidden abilities capable of manipulating divine movement itself, and discovers that the forgotten laws governing transportation are among the oldest and most powerful authorities in all creation. As his reputation spreads across the Divine Realm, Ji-hoon attracts loyal friends, dangerous rivals, and the attention of the highest-ranking gods. Hidden beneath the palace lies an ancient secret connected to the mysterious Valet System, a forgotten architect who once designed Heaven's infrastructure, and a conspiracy that has shaped the divine hierarchy for countless millennia. What begins as a comedic workplace adventure gradually transforms into an epic tale of political intrigue, divine warfare, and cosmic revelation. Kingdoms of gods wage war over ancient relics, primordial beings awaken from beyond the boundaries of creation, and the very foundations of Heaven begin to crumble under the weight of buried truths. Forced to stand against corrupt deities, forgotten kings, and the ruler who has governed Heaven since the dawn of history, Ji-hoon must prove that true authority is not inherited through bloodline or divine birth, but earned through responsibility, humility, and unwavering dedication to protecting others. From the lowest valet in the Palace of the Gods to the one destined to reshape the laws of the Divine Realm itself, Ji-hoon's impossible journey will challenge every belief the gods have ever held. After all, even the King of the Gods must park somewhere. And in Heaven, there is only one man worthy of holding the keys.

neverending, mad twists of crazy conversation between a daschund and its owner this is for everyone who shouldnt be reading this. train has left and there is no return. looking for glasses which we are already wearing.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"