

John Harris woke in the dark bedroom. 

His wife, apparently also awake, sat still and upright next to him. Though the bed was warm, he could feel a slightly warmer body heat emanating from Megan through her red silk negligee. 

“Megan? Are you all right, Hon?” he asked. She hadn’t woken in the middle of the night, since the breakthrough. Or if she had, John slept through it. 

Megan made a strange, hoarse noise, like clearing her throat. 

“Go back to sleep,” Megan said. 

John’s eyelids, suddenly incredibly heavy, fluttered as his body hastened to obey the psychic command which the woman next to him wasn’t even aware she’d given. 

“You sound… like… you’re getting… a cold,” he murmured as sleep claimed him. Yet even as he drifted away, impelled by an irresistible force, he realized something was wrong. 

Megan was never ill. 

Carefully, slowly, Megan lifted the covers and stepped out of the bed. She padded noiselessly through the open door into the night light-lit bathroom. Closing the door, she turned on the light and inspected herself in the wall-length mirror above the long counter and its two white porcelain sinks. 

She caught her breath just a bit at her appearance as she raised a slim, semi-long-nailed hand to the thick and glossy but short, sleep-rumpled black hair. It framed well her patrician face, the big brown eyes under arched brows, the straight nose, full lips, and strong, rounded chin. 

She saw the hairbrush in its holder by the counter, and reached for it, but then hesitated and withdrew her hand. The brush wobbled in the holder for just a second. Then it rose into the air and drifted into Megan’s waiting hand. 

 
 

Her eyes on her mirror reflection, the red silk-clad woman brushed her hair, slowly. She released the brush. It continued its work without her guiding hand; short slow strokes restoring some order to the black, tousled hair. 

She looked upward to where she knew a tiny web-camera recorded the scene. 

“Edward,” she breathed. “Do you see? We have done it!” 

She nodded in the direction of the brush-holder on the counter. Obediently, the brush left off its stroking, flew back to the holder and settled itself in. 

“No need to be sloppy with your things,” she said to someone who appeared not present. 

She seemed to listen for a moment, then she laughed softly. 

“But I will do as I please with him,” she said. 

She looked again at her reflection, then down at her own red silk-clad body, as if to confirm what she saw in the mirror. The negligee fit her loosely, v-necked, with three-quarter sleeves and dropping midway down her bare thighs. 

She noted Megan’s pink toenails with amusement. 

Melnikova, in total control of the body and abilities of Megan Harris, stepped out of the bathroom. A helpless prisoner in a remote corner of her own mind, yet one who could clearly see, hear and feel, Megan screamed, wept and fought. Silently. Uselessly. Helplessly. 

Please don’t hurt my husband, she begged. 

“Husband,” said Melnikova in Megan’s voice. “Awake!”

When two small-town women find themselves with nearly unlimited powers of mind and body, their lives get complicated. Things turn nasty as a shadowy organization attempts to use Megan and Trish for their own evil ends, and destroy them, their town and the USA in the process.

Journal entry 1: 1st month as a newborn.

Never really got to see myself in the mirror, but my parents look pretty pleasant.

Dad had teal eyes, black hair that framed his face, and rectangle glasses that kinda completed his normal look.

Mom, in bright contrast, had shoulder length light blonde hair, midnight blue eyes, and a round face. She totally doesn't look like huntress material.

Dear God, why is everything still so bright? Now I know why babies like to sleep everytime; always closing your eyes WILL make you drowsy.

Journal entry 2: 

It's been 4 months now, and crawling is SO DAMN HARD. 

Luckily, my system looks pretty neat with baby blue, and all I need to do is think 'Status' and it'll appear. It gets annoying sometimes though.

[Name:Grayson Heartvale]
Level:1
Exp:0/10
HP:9/9
Aura Level:?
Aura Capacity:?

[Status:]
Strength - Determines the overall physical power of the individual: Example: Pushing a boulder: F5

Dexterity - Determines the fluidity and overall control of the actions of the user: Examples: Feats of Flexibility, Dodging: F2

Agility - Determines the maximum speed of which the user's body can experience[Notice:This stat is heavily influenced by Dexterity]: Example: Full on sprinting: F3

Endurance - Determines the maximum damage the user can take: Example: Tripping on a rock: F2

Perception - Determines the user's ability to notice/perceive any and all happenings: Examples: Seeing a baseball fly through the air, hearing high pitched noises,(Notice:This stat may also give the ability to perceive the following with a high enough level: Incoming Danger, Extreme Spacial Awareness, Molecular Bonds.): C5

Stat Points:2

Welp. Perception looks too tempting to pass up. I'm gonna be training to be a huntsman anyway, so physical training's already on my list.

I just hope my other stats CAN level up with physical training.

And if there's anyway I can compress this menu, that would be sweet.

[Ding! Updating System Menu…]

Neat.

Journal entry 3: 

Being a 1 year old had it's many fun perks. 

"Bwa! Gababwa pffffffffft." 

Being an older brother was probably not one of them.

The little guy was aptly named Raven, because of his raven black hair that came from Tial, our Dad. 

That isn't gonna be confusing anytime soon.

Sure, he was nice and cute. But at this age, I think I can tolerate it. He was a baby, after all. And all babies are innocent and can be easily manipulated.

Except me, of course.

In other news, I was actually wrong about Titania(mom) not being a huntress. She didn't have a mechashift, but she did have a sword with a blade that looked like a thunderbolt. Which was also nice.

Journal entry 4:

When am I going to stop making these weird journal entries in my mind, that I do every few months?

…

(Just a quick Author's note: The quality WILL. get somewhat better after these two joke chapters. So don't leave me yet.)

Look, I'm just really bored so I'm writing a low quality Gamer! fanfic.

Alright, Synopsis time.

Watch as a dude chooses to get ~reincarnated~ in the world of Remnant. Will he succeed in stopping Mommy Salami? Will the family, or anyone at all, get character development? Will the school blow up in Volume 3!? 

Tune in on the most likely inconsistent updates of "Just Another RWBY Gamer".

"Young miss! You're finally home!" An excited voice startled her out of her reverie, "Are you alright?" Looking at the middle aged woman in a maid's uniform, she remembered her name as Claire. If she remembers correctly, Maëlys would definitely be back home before two in the morning.

"Good morning Claire. Sorry if I worried you, I got carried away last night." While speaking to Claire, she was fixing her hair in a way that hid her neck. "I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower, please prepare something for me to eat. I would say breakfast but it's lunch time. And prepare lots of water please. As you can hear my throat is dry." 

"Yes Young Miss. Right away." with a bow, Claire waited until I walk pass her before she went to follow my instructions. Reaching to the door to the room I remember as mine, I open it and was still surprised at it's beauty even though I had a clear idea of what was in there. 

Big glass windows with a sofa beneath it. A bookcase to it's right and a mini fridge to it's left. Thick carpeted wooden floors. A crystal chandelier in the center of the roof. A California king bed at the center back wall with a bedside table and a lamp on each side. A television before it and two doors on either side of it. One being the bathroom and one being the closet. 

Taking a moment to appreciate to dark furniture against the lavender walls, I made my way to the door on the right side of the television which is the bathroom and went inside. The bathroom was a haven all by itself. With so much space and and its black and white tiles, it was a sight to behold. There were two sinks in the counter with a stretch of mirror before them which I wonder what for since Maëlys lives alone. There was a bath and shower adjacent to each other and the toilet was opposite to both. A door was on the left wall that was partially opened and I knew it was connected to the closet

Taking off my clothes, I made my way to the shower and set the temperature to what I was comfortable with. I washed my hair and scoured myself and brushed my teeth afterwards with a new toothbrush. It felt weird brushing my teeth with the same toothbrush as the previous owner of this body even though I know that we're the same person. Coming out of the shower smelling like lavender and roses, I looked at the bath with longing, fighting myself against going in because my tummy was having hunger spasms. 

Heading in the closet through the bathroom, I turned on the light and took in the expanse of choices I have to choose from. From flip flops to stilettos. Tube tops, crop tops, spaghetti straps, long sleeves, quarter sleeves, dresses, skirts, gowns, jackets, rompers, jeans, shorts. This woman had it all. They were all color coded and the type of clothing/shoes were all in the same category too. Nothing was out of place.

"Well at least she has taste. I guess I should start saying 'I' now since this is now me and no one else." Mumbling to herself, Maëlys made her way to the underwear drawer from her memory and found nothing but lace and a tiny few cotton. All of them screaming sensuality. She could only begrudgingly take out one of the few cotton ones that doesn't look all that and put it on. She made her way to the shorts section and take out a green cotton pair with a long sleeved turtleneck white crop top that read 'SO WHAT?' diagonally. 

Looking at herself in the mirror she had to admit the current her looked more beautiful than the previous her. With striking green eyes framed with thick curled lashes and a perfectly groomed eyebrows in a soft round face with a slim nose and full pink lips, her curly reddish brown hair framed her face and dropped down to bra strap length. Her hair was frizzy at the moment due to its partially dry state. She estimated her height to be around 5'7" and her stature could be called slim but her breasts could full out her 36C cup to the max. Her adequate curves made way to a perky round butt that filled out her shorts. The things she loves the most are her long legs and her caramel skin color that glowed.

Making her way downstairs, she found her way to the dining room only to find it with an unexpected guest.

Seated on one of the chairs around the dark dining table, a woman in an elegant red halter top dress against her pale skin gracefully sipping mimosa with her dark red hair styled in an elegant bun. Diamond teardrop earrings adorned her ears and her piercing green eyes similar to her own stared at Maëlys as she walked in the room. A small smile graced her lips as she stood up in her black heels and hugged Maëlys with a kiss on the cheek.

"*Bonjour, ma belle fille" a soothing voice came out of the beautiful women's mouth and a full smile graced her lips.

"*Bonjour maman, comment vas-tu? Où est Papa?" Was Maëlys' reply as she returned the hug with a hint of surprise on her face. She knew she had a french heritage but didn't know she could speak and understand it so well.

"*Je vais bien merci et toi? Marcel est au travail comme d'habitude. Vous savez comment ça marche."

"*Ah d'accord. Ca va bien merci." Taking a seat beside her mom, she dug in the food that was placed before her the moment she sat and asked. "So mom, why are you here?" Eating her scrambled eggs, bacon and pancakes, she savoured the taste while waiting for what her mom was about to speak. 

"My beautiful girl. Please don't be upset. You're twenty three years old this year. Your father and I believe it is time for you to settle down. We've decided to arrange a marriage for you..."

"I have unfinished business mother. Plus I don't want an arranged marriage. I will find whomever I want to marry myself." Cutting off her mother midway, she placed her fork down as she sipped some water from her glass. 

"But dear..."

"Pas de mère!" Shock registered on her mother's face at her tone of voice. "Please leave."

Her mom could only look at her with obvious sadness in her eyes. "Okay, my dear." Kissing Maëlys' cheek and patting her hair with her cerulean blue nails she said "Call me when you're ready."

With that she walked out the room and Maëlys watched her as she left. With a sigh Maëlys went back to her meal and decided not to think about what her mom came to her to say.
-----

*Good morning my beautiful daughter. 

*Good morning mother, how are you? where's dad?

*I'm fine thank you, and you? Marcel is at work as usual. You know how it works.

*Oh, ok. I'm fine thank you.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy wake up!"

Little Karen Walker screamed at the strawberry blonde woman lying on the hospital bed. Her own strawberry blonde hair in disarray and tears streaming down her cheeks. She was being held in the arms of the man she calls Dad. His face in a similar condition to hers. 

"Mommy please wake up..." Karen cried her heart out. She fought herself free of her father's hold and rushed to her mother's side. Hugging her tightly with her one good hand. "Mommy just wake up please. I swear I'll be a good girl. I will listen to everything you say. I won't climb the trees no more. I wont run on the stairs. I will eat all my vegetables. I promise just please wake up for me." Karen stuttered with her words as she tried to hold the tears back but sobs escaped from her mouth. Her words were heartbreaking to hear for those who heard it. 

***

Karen Walker is an innocent and lovely girl filled with dreams and aspirations only to find out life has played a game with her feelings.

From losing her parents to losing her life, Karen will forever be unable to achieve her goals in this lifetime. All due to someone else's plot.

But the universe pitied her, and gave her a second chance at life. 

Watch as she takes revenge on those that did her wrong and holds them accountable for it.

But will she be able to? Or will she die again before she can get her revenge? Is her luck that bad?

I wake up to see Anna peering at me with her grass green eyes. I slowly sit upright while I try to swallow  away the dryness of my mouth. 
"Hey Anna do you have any water?" I ask holding my head. Without a word she rushes to me with glass of water. I take it from her hands and drink to half way of the cup while she awkwardly stares at me. Right the ball is tomorrow almost forgot it. 
"So how was the premeter check?" I question looking at the ice cubes floating in the water of my glass cup. 
"It was pretty hard to see but its more simpler then I thought. Bo and Boa will be able to manage" She explains. 

Im allowed to take as many people as possible due to my status but I feel like I should take one of the maids or a guard. I feel uneasy about this. I hate balls they are fun on the surface but its full of gossip and people showing off there wealth. No I should be okay I have Mitchan. Carlos and Test know social equitte but they hate catching the rats den of people gossiping. 

"My lady?" Anna says worryingly breaking my thought.
 "Oh sorry about that Anna. Now then Please wake Carlos and Test as we have shopping to do!" I say with a smile. Anna leaves with her white bow follows behide her.Im going to have to help Test since he always buys plain clothes but its fine. Carlos luckily knows what suits him so whenever he is at balls he's always the center of attention despite him only being of noble status due to him being my partner. Even though Carlos has his charmers and style to get noble ladies, Which makes me think that nobles care less about status and more about beauty, Test also gets attention from noble ladies. Anna comes back into my room with her cross swinging side by side sometimes clinking on the golden buttons from her white shirt. I get up and step on the wooden block. I look at the golden framed mirror as Anna puts on the corset and brushes my dark chocolate hair. Her Circle glasses are quite big going over not just her eyes but her eyebrows. She has a serious expression on her face like always which matches her personality. Her maid outfit is clean and there's no mark in sight. Even on her white apron that goes over the ankle length black dress. Her hair crimson red hair is in a single plait. This is exactly why she is the Head maid she's smart, collective and serious which is perfect for a leader of maids. 
"You seem to be thinking heavily this morning my lady" She adds. I look back at me and see she is already done. I'm wearing a deep red dress again but this time the sleves are white cuffed and I have a rose pattern on the dress. I was about to answer but Carlos brusts though the door. 
"Lord Carlos i must remind you shouldn't burst into a ladies bedroom!" Anna says wanging her finger at Carlos. 
"It's fine Anna she's dressed" He say grabbing my waist while he smirks look at me through the mirror. He's wearing a black suit and a black trousers. His hair is tied back into a ponytail as usual.He holds my chin making me face him. 

"Tell me why did you invite Mitchan to the ball?" He asks seriously frowning. 
"He's one of my best friends Carlos. Nothing more" I answer quickly. Carlos is always jealous of any other man looking at me which makes me question why he even let me date Test. He smiles at my response and lets me go. 
"Im guessing you're ready but where's Test?" I ask trying to change the subject. 
"Im right here" Tests voice says from a distance. He walks through the door and Anna gives a nod of approval to him. He's wearing a black hoodie and black trousers as usual. I smile at him as he walks to me nonchalantly.
"Hmmm Anna tell hecate I'm taking her shopping with me" I order. She bows and leaves me alone. 
"Well come on lets go don't stand around" I add trying to break this awkward silence. We begin walking out of the room with Carlos almost running out while Test is by my side. His snow white hair is a mess.
"You're hair is quite messy, didn't the maids do you're hair?" I comment as we walk down the stairs. He looks down giving himself a small smile. "I told them not to bother we are only going out for shopping after all" He replies smiling. I should of known he would say something like this he really doesn't care for his hair. I arrive to the door to the outside it's already open with Hecate and Carlos next to the gate waiting for me. I can't wait to see all the pretty clothes at the finest shops in mages country

As a small child Rose has always been slightly power hungry but now she only wants power and nothing else. This story is about a broken Woman who works for a crime ring and will stop at nothing from getting power no matter what but she doesn't realised that some people close to her love her which some support her and some want her to stop. Rose goes through her broken past and through Gaia trying to conquer the world.

[It is...dark here. Not like in a room at night, no. It's as if I'm floating in a complete void.]

[What happened? Am...I dead? I think I died. Things are difficult to remember, for some reason. And my head starts to hurt when I try to think what happened. 
I remember...dying? Doesn't make sense, I have a body, I can feel it, and move, though barely. Isn't my soul supposed to leave my body? Isn't that how it's supposed to work? It's so heavy and cold in here...]

[So...it's the after-world, huh? Was my body restored? It's different from what I imagined, heck there's absolutely nothing in here. Pitch-black. Where's my heaven full of friends and gals, drinking and partying endlessly? Those damn priests. I knew gods were full of bullshit, not like I was supposed to go to heaven, anyway.]

[How long have I been floating around here? I don't know. It's cold and, despite floating in total nothingness, difficult to move. Everything is pressing down on my from all sides and impeding my movements as if I'm in...water?]

At this moment something caught my left foot and pulled upwards. Gradually my surroundings started to lighten up as I was pulled up into the shallow waters, until I emerged from the water. It was a rope, and several men on a two-masted ship were hauling it, trying to, apparently, pull me out of the sea. [What is happening]. They were screaming and shouting. Somewhere far away I can hear thunder. It was raining heavily, storming. Eventually they managed to pull me over onto the ship and I fell on the deck with a loud "thud". I tried to stand up, but felt to weak to do so. 

[I'm alive? Or...no, no, I'm not.] The answer was clear now that I have seen this. These people... and me. I looked at my hands. [What the hell am I?]

A man and a young girl ran over to me. The man started hastily saying something in a croaky voice, as if it was a matter of death and life. He was clad in white sleeveless leather armor reaching his knees, yellowish greaves made of, I think, bronze, leather sandals, and was carrying a small sword on the side. I can tell he's speaking in a language I've never heard before, but, for some reason, I understood what he was saying.

"Uncle!" I heard a young girl's voice.

"Lord Kel, you're alive!", - the man shouted. "Thank goddess Sul, we managed to come over in time!" [Sul?] "My lord, we lost two supply ships already, and lost contact with the rest of the fleet", seeing me confused, he continued "We did all we could, but the blasted Black Storm's wind separated us. We haven't received any message from them, but they should've reached the shore by now".

While he was talking, the girl started casting a spell. I think it's a healing spell? As she concentrated, she turned her palms toward myself and they started glowing heavenly bright. Immediately I felt light and lucid, as various wounds in my body started to disappear.

Silence continued for about a minute before the girl finished healing me. 

"How do you feel, your grace?" asked the girl. "Prince Alodia was hit by an arrow in his shoulder. He's alive but in a conscientious".

"The Black Storm retreated once they took over the two ships", - the warrior man said.

Seeing me not answering, he continued "My lord, we will soon reach the land. You and prince Alodia's safety will be our priority now. Please, you should take some rest inside." with this, he helped me stand up. 

Barely walking, we entered a wooden poop cabin in the rear of the ship. Inside were several simple shelves with books, maps, and other navigation tools, a big round table in the center and chairs. Right next to the door were stairs leading down into a long thin corridor. Various rooms were on either side: mess hall, storage, barracks. At the end of the corridor there was room with a door - the only room to have one. This was our destination. It was a small room filled with basic living necessities, a shelf with books, a small wooden desk and a double bed. 

"Lord Kel, you should change your clothes lest you catch cold. Please, take some rest before we make it to the land. I have to make sure we are not followed by the damned sea demons, please excuse me." With this the man silently closed the door behind me, leaving me alone.

[Alright, this is not how I imagined my afterlife to be like. Is this some kind of punishment?]

[A lord, huh? Did he call me Kel? What is going on? These creatures...just like my body, I've never seen them before in Tharsis. New continent, perhaps?]

[White-brown skin, no fur or scales, round ears... They are not from Promethea. Possibility of another continent is high.]

There was a wood framed oval mirror right next to the door. I approached it and looked at myself.

A grown mature man. White skin, golden shoulder length hair, brown eyes, athletic body. I was wearing a some kind of white knee-length tunic garment made of linen, draped over left shoulder and leather sandals. I was still soaked and needed to change clothing. 

[I look so strange and foreign. Round ears, I'm definitely not an álfur. Don't look like a savra either. And what's with this soft skin?] 

At this moment the door slowly opened with a distinct creak that a wooden door on old hinges would make. 

"Your grace." the healer girl entered the room. "I brought dry clothes" she put a white linen fabric and a small cloth bag with something in it on the bedside. "How do you feel? Uncle Alodia's stable for now. I did all I could. Let's just hope it's nothing serious." she said with a worried look.

"Uhm..." was all I could squeeze out. "Thank you, I am fine, thanks to your...magic", - I said staying still. 

"Uncle Aris said we will reach the shore soon. The rest of the people are already there, setting up a camp. We will dine once we get there. Please rest for now, alright? I have to take care of the wounded", - she said, promptly leaving afterwards.

Left alone in the room, I tried to comprehend what had happened to me.

The novel is temporarily paused (I'm still working on it though I deleted all of the chapters because I did not like them).
I'll start uploading again once I figure out the plot.

An infamous magician, Clavicus Nero the Despicable, is given a second chance to amend his actions after causing an apocalypse. He is reborn in a body of a young heir of a fallen House, Kel, who was deceived and sent to the wilderness along with a handful of loyal followers.
Clavicus now has to fulfill Kel's destiny, as well as find out who he himself truly is.

Six months later, somewhere in the Capital
The roll of her hips enticed him as he watched her working it. She smelled like baby powder. Just as the sound of her voice. He tried guessing her age, but each time he stared a little long his eyes drifted and rested on her vanilla ice cream coloured cleavage. Jenny's soft mounds began to disappear and so did parts of her outfits. Belly skin blouses replaced the bulky t-shirt that she wore the first couple of months. However as the muscular contours on her stomach appeared her confidence was on display.
Dusk was fast approaching and sky climb jump gym was practically desolate with the clink and clang of metal in the weights room. Jenny was squatting in front of the huge mirrors and the petals on her tights kept drawing Steven's eyes to the centre of her garden. Her nipples peaked in the black blouse and trickles of sweat rolled down her upper chest and then into the shallow ravine between her breasts.
The contrast of her attire was always flawless and colour coordinated and today's ensemble was no different. The red tights darkened as her sweat diffused and her smooth ice cream coloured skin glistened in the lights of the gym
 Her shy flash of teeth each time she squatted was slightly confusing, but Steven tried his hardest to hide his rising tide that stretched the boundaries of his under garments.
He groaned softly as he watched the bloom of her petals spread as the full moons of her cheeks reached the limit. 
There wasn't a ring on her finger, but he remembered her baby paunch when she had just joined the Gym. Bleached curly hair framed her face and her full pink lips were always pulling his attention from the freckles on her face, whenever Jenny was fully clad. 
Steven wondered what they felt like to be kissed, but somethings were meant to remain as pure fantasies.
Countless nights he sharpened his own carrot until its creamy contents sprayed into the brief he kept for those special occasions.
Tonight would be one of those nights just because of how stirring Jenny was in the Gym and for some unforeseen reason she turned on her heels and with her backs to the mirror he could see the garden even clearer. The v of victory was extremely pronounced and it made Steven struggle to breathe or even avert his eyes in time. It was as if Jenny wanted to catch him in the act of surveying the land that he wanted to plant his growing flag pole.
Her little nipples rose as Jenny saw Steven's excitement that he was struggling to cross his legs and turn away at the same time. 
"Omg she whispered at the sight of what the dark, sturdy structure of a man was trying to hide
Electricity ran down her spine and it stirred just below her tummy. The centre of her body throbbed, Jenny longed for a little intimate action and it was flattering that they guy had been taking her into winding. A smirk crept unto her lips as Jenny continued her reps. Jenny's southern lips felt the friction of the fabric and so did the ends of her breasts. She could not help but to react to visual stimulation and his shyness to try and hide his attraction.
Jenny sighed heavily, she wasn't into casual interactions but she missed the attention and the feel of hard muscle brushing against her skin and the feel of the soft downy hairs standing at attention as the urgency of friction built and built just before goose bumps rose. 
"Shaving cream I miss sex" she thought
I need batteries tonight, that bloody man has made me so horny, fudge! What a piece of ass he has in those tights. I'd love to grab it and sink my fingers into it. 
Ah! Jenny released the dumb bells in her hand as her whitened grips tried to get back blood as she imagined seizing the dark chocolate ass of the man she admired for months without sharing a word with him.
Two hours later Jenny turned on the warm water of the spa like shower and washed away the cold salt that had dried on her skin. The gurgle of the water running down the drain masked the sounds of the footsteps that had shuffled steadily through the frosted glass doors of the female change room. The tension in the lions of the black tights was just too much to bear. Stains of pre cum stained the pants and dried in a cloudy patch. His huge palm pulled the curtain away slowly and a gasp left his lips.
The glimmer and shimmer of water on her skin could have fixed erectile dysfunction after Covid 19. Jenny's head was beneath the rain headed waterfall and her hands propped her body. Her sexy curved spine channelled the water down into her crack. Creamy mounds begged to be cuddled but that was not on his mind as the plump centre caught his focus just as her tights had held his gaze earlier. 
Timidly he reached out to touch the heated and wet target. Steven's body shuck violently and then his eyelids fluttered open. Wildly his eyes roamed the room. 
"Shit it was a dream". He muttered and then reached for the special brief to wipe away the evidence.
One week later Steven's eyes lit up when he walked into the exclusive Sky climb Jump Gym and spotted the woman who had tormented his dreams for a week straight. 
"I need to break the ice he whispered to himself. With what though?  Maybe I should try a joke or just lurk around until she is in the weights room? Then I could be her spotter?"  Steven asked himself
Ah! That is it, finding a joke to make her laugh might be tricky, but then a quick thought crossed his mind
Yes she drove a 2019 Honda SUV. I can just use that to start a conversation
. Yes!, yes "he thought
"Sometimes I wish I was filthy rich and famous and my face would be plastered on social media, then it would be so easy to get a girl like that"
Steven took a deep breath and walked over to Jenny
He straightened and fidgeted with his gym bag and pulled it in front of him to hide his obvious excitement.
Jenny giggled
"It certainly took you long enough to build up the courage to finally say something Steven Maynard"
Jenny said with a bright smile.
"What!, how?" Steven replied and Jenny looked at him from head to toe as he stood with a befuddled look on his face 
"This young boy has no game" Jenny thought 
"I saw when you signed out last week and you have been watching me so intently for weeks Steven. Yes I would love to try a green juice smoothie one day" Jenny said softly
"Are you a stalker or a spy?" Steven asked as he stuttered Jenny's smile dried up slowly
"So why do I have to wait for you to ask first. I am a forthright woman. You noticed I never told you when I wanted the smoothie?" Jenny stated a matter a factly.
Steven could not help but to smile 
" I like a forceful woman" he replied
Hah she laughed. "Some men are intimidated by a woman that knows what she wants Steven. Hi I'm Jenny Lawrence. I hope I never offended by reading over your shoulder?  Come I need a spotter in the weights room and besides it gives you a chance to ask me all what I know you've been dying to ask." Jenny said confidently  
Steven's mouth fell open "Are you a psychic?"
"In a few weeks you might be asking something much more Steven" Jenny replied playfully as she walked ahead of him towards the weights room.
Steven gasped softly as he swore he saw a rose tattoo through the fabric of her white knee length tights on her left butt cheek.
"Oh god" He said softly as he surveyed the beauty of Jenny as she lay beneath him on the bench as she gripped the handle bars with the two twenty five pound weights and in her soft voice said "ready?"
His eyes roamed from her feet to her chin and back down as his bar almost touched the stainless steel bar that was firmly grasped in Jenny's hand
"Steven, stop lusting and focus" Jenny said in a raspy almost seductive voice
She giggled on her mind as she knew he was attracted to her and it felt nice to see a black man blush even though the blood in his body was rushing to his mid-section. 
"I still have it" Jenny thought as she heard his feeble reply "Yes".
Jenny pumped iron for more than ten minutes as she allowed Steven to talk about himself until she noticed the snake in his tights slowly fell asleep. 
"Damn I want to feel that, but let him sweat first" Jenny thought as she listened to the young Engineer talk.
Even though both social media platforms; pastbook and doogle had already told her most of what she was hearing. "Research, research" she thought as she heard his deep voice regale about his young life and his plans of entering a fitness competition and he wanted a partner.
Suddenly or was it premeditatedly a naughty thought crossed her mind and Jenny rested the bar in the cradle and reached up and freed the sleeping snake and before he could protest. Her lips were already over the head and sucking it softly. 
She heard a gasp gurgle in his throat, but his manhood responded instead. The mirror on the ceiling told the tale as she had Steven's tail wagging deeper and deeper in her mouth. The image of the dark, well rounded sausage contrasting with her vanilla ice cream skin only turned Jenny on more.
Steven's head felt as if it was about to explode as Jenny took him deep and into her throat. Her gag reflex was controlled as the 7" sausage almost disappeared to the hilt. His chocolate balls touched her lips as his juices squirmed in his sack. His thumbs pinched and froze on her peaking nipples. "Oh god I'm about to cum" Steven whispered
Slowly Jenny extracted him and whispered not yet as she clenched just after the base of his shaft. I want it first in its right full place Steven.
"Don't you want to sink it into my wet tight pussy first?" Jenny asked with devilish relish 
He pulsed in her hand and squirmed.
Jenny rolled over and tugged at the tights and then went unto her knees presenting Steven with two sides of the full moon. Her pink full kitty lips pulsating as her heart thumped deep in her chest.
Steven took aim and the sight of his rippled stomach positioned behind her backside in the mirror made Jenny grabbed her breasts and yelped softly as the hard member parted her sea.
The wet glistening post filled her inch by inch as the eager young bull entered her wet china shop and her knuckles turned white as the sweet juicy pain invaded her body. "Fuck" she muttered and trembled as her kitty roared akin a lioness. "Yes, yes" Jenny whispered work it boy work it. David Wedderburn was being pushed further and further from her mind
The young black steed pumped and turned every corner of her pulsating centre into a long winding drive way. Hissing and sweating as he worked her into a frenzy her kitty drooled and her hips gyrated backing up the wide load against the hardened steel of the Engineer feeling the matted hair of his pubis brushing and stroking her clit and ass as he dipped and sent pipe deeper and deeper.
His hand grabbed her hair like the reins of a horse and with each tug, he drove forcefully into her wet love sponge until he neighed like a horse. She had broken his resistance and his hose swelled about to pop off its load as Jenny reached and held his base again. 
She turned on her back and massaged his foreskin with its head slipping between her fingers and palm as she watched as Steven' s eyes rolled as his entire body stiffened. White thick milk sprayed on her breasts and lips. Squirt after squirt and pump after pump. She watched in ths mirror as his hot seed spray until the hose went dry.
"Eat me" Jenny whispered and she served up the pink vanilla.
His tongue was like a k beater and he mixed her kitty like a soft dough as he pinched and stroked her nipples. Jenny almost blew a valve as he licked and sucked her into heaven. His tongue touched her puckered and quivering space and his tip took her virginity. Jenny came with such a force that she rolled off the bench with Steven's hands and face being framed by her ass.
She floated on cloud nine 
"I never want to go back home ever again. I like being single, freedom to do the things I love and away from the responsibilities of being a wife and a mother". Jenny thought as she revelled in the sensations that still perused her body.
After a long pause in her thoughts 
"Oh shit, I forgot. I walked away from him. " Jenny muttered

Creston Chin a dashing prominient Lawyer falls for a woman that his wife Gloria would have never thought had a chance of stealing her man

Jenny Lawrence clawed her way back in life after being abused and raped as a child. Hardwork and determination were just a few of the words she lived by. However, she needed more than success in life to be happy and she found a friend and companionship in the arms of a man that wasn't her's.

Let the sparks fly and burn the house down when you are reading Seduction. From Jamaica to the World.

We are seduced by the things that we are most desperate to achieve or obtain. Despite the warnings that life provides, Jenny Lawrence hurtled towards a relationship with a man who she knows very little about. However, she had made an appointment somewhere in the past to be in the very situation she has now found herself. Creston Chin, educated with an enviable position in the society, must balance the blind scales of his marriage, true love, wealth and power, while being entwined in the struggles of the heart and sexual desire. 
Please enjoy this book and determine what sacrifices you would be willing to make your innermost desires become reality. Only you can determine what things have seduced you in life and if they are worth keeping.

The sun was  just shining through the thin white curtains that danced in the breeze of the open window, letting in the ocean air. The room was large and filled with a comfortable looking sitting area with an upholstered couch against the wall, with matching arm chairs to either side, around a low round wood table. This sitting arrangement faced a standing area with a large wooden wardrobe, wooden dresser and in between them was a full length mirror framed in polished carved wood.
In the reflection of this mirror stood a man in his early twenties wearing two pieces of a three piece suit. He had sandy blonde hair, in a well kept crew cut. He stood around 1.8 meters tall and his features were sharp, as he was on the skinny side, but it did help to push him over to just being considered handsome, despite his rather pale skin.
Kaleb was currently adjusting his cuff links as he observed himself in the mirror. The only word he could find to describe the finished result was ... 'pretentious'. As he was for the most part a shut in, hence the pale complexion, who was either engrossed in his work or his video games, sometimes to the point of forgetting to eat, hence being rather skinny. The expensive suit, the cuff links and even the well kept hair, to a certain extent, were not really his style. 'But', he thought with a sigh and a slight smile, 'I guess it makes sense to wear this on my wedding day'.
He and Stephanie had graduated college in the spring and were now having their June wedding in Hawaii. The plan was then to spend the rest of the year on a sort of world tour honeymoon. 'This is seriously going to cut into my savings' Kaleb thought with another sigh. Although money wasn't too much of a problem for Kaleb, as he had developed an app with his best friend Anthony, who was also his best man. The app had gone big in their junior year and Kaleb was still seeing profits. To top it off they also had several other projects in the works, in fact Anthony and he had plans to start their own company.
As Kaleb continued to stare at his overly fancy reflection it became more and more humorous to him and he couldn't help snickering. He never had any money growing up and he didn't even own a suit until he got to college. After all his parents had passed away in a car accident when he was very young leaving him an orphan and he had gone to live with his Godparents. His Godparents were well meaning, warm people, the problem was they already had 5 kids before they took in Kaleb. This, paired with the Dad's job as a mechanic, had led to a distinct lack of luxury in their household. With such humble beginnings, Kaleb felt uncomfortable surround by such excess and clothed in such luxury. Like the carnival cutout characters that one would put their face through, the wrongness of it was comical.
To be honest, even after Kaleb made all that money, he hadn't really changed his lifestyle that much. Initially, about the only thing he did was buy nicer computer gear. The change in lifestyle came after he met Stephanie.  She pulled him out of his life in a darkened studio apartment and showed him a life beyond the screen Kaleb worked and played on.
Stephanie would often comment about how hard life must have been for him growing up.  While Kaleb would be the first to admit it wasn't easy he wouldn't have called it hard. After all, his little ragtag family had always had enough and they always looked out for each other, including him.
As he reminisced on all these pleasant memories, Kaleb finished his last adjustments in the mirror he let out one last sigh. This was the sigh of a nervous groom who had gotten ready entirely too early and now had nothing to due but stress. It was barley 7 a.m. and the wedding didn't start until 4!
'I'm just going to have to go find Anthony and annoy him for a couple of hours' Kaleb thought, quickly making his way to the door. As he grabbed the handle he was slammed into the door as his ears were flooded with a horrific shattering sound from behind him. Kaleb felt the blood flowing from his nose, as he went to grab his nose to stop the stream he felt a change in the room. He grabbed the door handle with both hands as the force in the room instantaneously reversed, the explosion becoming an implosion sweeping him off of his feet and pulling him toward the center of the room.  As Kaleb looked into the room, though his tear filled eyes, he saw what looked like a crack had appeared.
The crack that appeared in the center of the room went from ceiling to floor and looked as if someone had shattered the fabric of reality like it was glass. It looked like the room had been torn in half as a spiderweb of veins continued to crawl around the rift further tearing chunks of reality into the abyss. It was like the initial force was the puncturing of a vacuum and now the forces were once again trying to find equilibrium by sucking everything out of the vacuum.
Kaleb was now hanging from the doorknob as he looked into what seemed like the mouth of Hell. As he looked on in horror the furniture and wall art was dragged away, and an unusual movement to the side of the room caught his eye. It was a ball of black light, as odd as that was, that seemed to be completely unaffected by the ever increasing pull of the rift. This black ball, about the size of a soccer ball, seemed like it was writhing around as its outline continually shifted and it crashed around the room. It looked like it was almost in agony.
Just as he became aware of this odd entity, its seemingly random writhing brought it hurtling toward Kaleb's head! As he tensed for the impact Kaleb was shocked when it went right though him like a ghost. As he turned around to see where it had gone, he suddenly felt like his brain was exploding! His vision went white as he grabbed his head in agony.
"Found you" he heard echoing in the recesses of his fading consciousness as he plummeted into the rift.

Torn from his comfortable life, his love and even his World; Kaleb is forced to a dangerous reality due to his lineage of Dragon's blood. 

In this new World where magic and power reign supreme, Kaleb is thrown into a society of dark truths, where the strong prey on the weak and the Dragons and their decedants are hunted even by the Gods.

Goosebumps broke out across my skin as his lips moved along my neck his teeth nibbling where his lips caressed. I was putty in his hands as he paused to look at me with those golden eyes framed with eyelashes any woman would kill for. 

"Marry me Tasha stay by my side always"

The harsh buzzing of my alarm woke me from my disturbing dream of President Night doing lustful things to me! 

I laid back against my pillows after hitting the snooze button and closed my eyes trying to conjure up an image of Night again, his rakish black hair, liquid gold eyes and sinful lips. 

I needed to get a grip of myself, I had only met him  a couple of times and what I knew of him I hated so why was I so drawn to him? The butterflies in my tummy seemed to mock me so I threw myself out of bed and into the shower determined to scrub any lingering attraction off of me! 

40 minutes later I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had braided my waist length chestnut hair and added minimal make up just a brush of mascara to highlight my large blue eyes and a dab of clear gloss to my naturally pink, plump lips. 

Wearing jeans and a T-shirt I realised my 23 year old self actually looked about 12 and had no business going anywhere with the sophisticated and gorgeous 28 year old Night who was only ever photographed with gorgeous and ladylike models and actresses! 

Just as I began to give myself a mental pep talk on all the reasons I should not go with Night my doorbell rang and I realised I was too late. Forget it, I didn't want to date the guy and I may not be a rich model but I was proud of who I was and what I had survived so no way was I going to go out there feeling inferior just because I was young looking! Lifting my chin I threw my door open and came face to face with mcdimplegorgeousface. 

"Right on time Night, why am I not surprised?"

I quipped. He ran his eyes up and down my body, his gaze almost a caress in itself and my traitorous cheeks heated. He grinned seeing this and my heart almost beat out of my chest at the full force of his beauty. 

"Aren't you going to invite me in kitten?" 
My eyes narrowed "Absolutely not and don't call me kitten!"
"Why not? Every time I see you you hiss at me like a little kitten" he mocked. 

"President Night we are not at the office right now, tell me what you want in the next 5 seconds or I'm leaving" I vowed darkly. 

Rolling his eyes he took me gently but firmly by the elbow and towed me behind him 

"If you're not going to let me in we'll do this at my house"

I dug my heels in and pounded on his back with my free hand 

"let me go I am not going to your house, say what you have to say but let me go"

I screamed punctuating each word with a punch. Night swivelled pressing me up against the side of his car and caging me in with his body 

"wildcat calm down you're gonna want to hear what I have to say and out here on the street is not the place to discuss this."
"Fine but no more touching"

I scowled and shoved him away. He allowed me to do so and held the car door open for me. 

I looked at the car and then back at my house and freedom knowing I was about to make a choice that would change everything.. sucking in a breath I got into the car..

* TRIGGER WARNING*

Extract* 

His lips were on mine, burning all other thoughts out of my head and interrupting me mid-rant. I tried to be strong and ignore the fever his kiss had ignited in my body but as I opened my mouth  to take a gasping breath his tongue slid in to duel with my own and I was lost. I slid my hands around his neck and tangled my fingers into his thick, silky hair tugging on the strands to pull myself closer to his body

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To find his sisters murderer they teamed up with a fake engagement.. but will real feelings develop? Will they find true love or will the killer silence them? 

Chapters get considerably longer around the 16th chapter. Sorry for starting off with such short chapters! ?

*WARNING* this story includes mature themes and distressing content - not suitable for anyone under the age of 18.

Feedback good or bad is invaluable and also lets me know people are reading so I would really appreciate your comments xxx

"Colt!" Kai added a jab to his fifth call, annoyance evident in his tone.

"What? I'm almost done, are you feeling attention deprived?" he added in a slightly distracted tone.

"You barely made it to your chair with your head in that book... did you... what do you think about the office assistant?"

"Who?" looking up briefly to offer a blank stare to his friend he looked back down, missing the relieved smile on his mouth.

"It doesn't matter. By the way, Linlin texted asking if we could help her at the shop this evening, her part-timer slithered away again so I'll be heading there soon as the day's over and you can catch up later when you're ready to take a break from obsessing over the case." a chuckle and a light punch followed.

"Speaking of which we should be heading out to scout this golf club,  it's difficult to get in and everyone is tight lipped... shall we ditch the badges and dress the part to throw them off?"

Two mischievous smiles mirrored one another, Colt grabbed the umbrella he kept at the office, a habit he developed since the rain came down often without warning in the city. Turning to Kai who had shrugged on a bright white jacket which further accentuated the yellow shirt he almost squinted. 

"Perhaps you don't need to change; you look every part the rich kid"

"Hey, unlike you the rest of us have to rely on external factors to brighten up our countenance"

"Those are quite a lot of words trying to cover up the word 'showy'" Colt grinned as they walked out.

Ria made her way back to the kitchen, her steps pausing as she caught sight of the back of the golden haired detective. She wasn't sure what it was but he had some sort of pull, something that made her want to get closer to him. Unfortunately his brown haired friend did not seem to like her, as she watched his disappearing back in the midst of their bickering she entertained the thought that there were some romantic feelings involved between the two but immediately brushed the thought aside, "even I can tell that brunette is a womaniser".

Turning toward the kitchen she almost collided with a scrawny man, holding on to his upper arm she side-stepped and with a gentle pat continued on her way missing the red ears of the man who had yet to move. 
                               .....

The two young men parked outside a yellow painted vintage looking store owned by Layla, who also happened to be Chief Barnes' sister in-law. Hearing the jingle of the bell a red haired woman turned to welcome her customers, her blue eyes sparkling in joy when she realised who it was. "Well look who decided to come and pay me a visit!" her friendly voice carried the familiarity of one speaking to a family member, as did the warm hugs she gave each of them, her four inch heels barely bringing her small frame up to their shoulders.
 
"Layla, you get more and more beautiful every time we visit" Kai said before planting a kiss on her rounded pink cheek.
 
"Humph, and you get more and more charming. What do you need this time?" she asked while straightening out random clothes  on some racks bear her.

"Something that says 'new money rich kid looking for some fun'" Kai said already holding up a purple jacket with gold shoulder pads. 
"I think your current look already has you there, but maybe lose the pants for something more casual"

Ignoring the chortle from his friend Kai accepted the clothing and left to change, emerging in a pair of white shorts that stopped right above his knees, his bright yellow shirt tucked into them. Picking up a pair of gold framed glasses with transparent lenses from the counter he made his way to the mirror to view the complete look.
 
"If this doesn't say rich kid..." he said to no one in particular just before his friend joined him in front of the full length mirror wearing a pair of metallic silver pants and matching short sleeved shirt with the first two buttons left undone to reveal a gold chain holding a black and gold ring, he opted for a pair of black reflective glasses and finished the look with a black gemmed pinky ring.
 
"Now that brings back memories" Kai commented and immediately regretted his words.

In his memory a young blonde boy who at the time was no more than a slightly distant acquaintance sat facing him in a tree with drooping heavy leafed branches that kept them hidden from the rest of the school, his eyes pooled with tears that he tried to hide by keeping his face down, his one leg hanging off the branch as he kept his eys focused on his twiddling fingers.

"Apparently I'm too soft" he began hoarsely, "and that coupled with the way I look means cannot bear the title as the head of our family, or even try... My uncle's son will most likely be the one taking up the title" he spoke quietly, his voice though laced with sadness carrying no hate or bitterness, instantly tugging at his heart. 

Taking off the family heirloom that had long been handed to him by his grandfather he took the right hand of the boy sitting across him and placed it on his middle finger, the black and gold accentuating the paleness of his milky white skin. After that, to his utter horror, the tears that pooled the bright blue eyes fell.

"You used to be such a cry baby" 

"Hey! I didn't even provoke you!"

Kai's clouded eyes cleared at the statement and he put an arm around the friend, leading him to the counter to pay for the clothes they bought.

"I hope the receptionist is a pretty girl" Kai said with a wolfish smile, causing both Layla and Colt to roll their eyes.
 
"You two visit more often just to say hi, and don't forget you still owe us a dinner" handing over the receipt for the payment Layla smiled and waved them off, her heart warming at the memory of the first time the two had stepped inti her shop, one charming and talkative and the other with eyes like still lifeless waters under a dark sky. "So much has changed" she smiled as she started to reorganise the new arrivals.

Young detective Lew stumbles upon a murder case as soon as he is moved to a little town in a new country. As the number of bodies increase he begins to notice similarities to an unsolved case that had turned his life upside down in the past. 

"They say flowers smell best when they begin to wilt, isn't it interesting? But you know, I believe the beauty is in the tragedy, maybe we are at our very best only toward the end of our lives" the beautiful girl laughed, causing the young boy to blush even as a sense of unease grew in the pit of his stomach.

With heartache and scheming in his past, will this case manage to win Lew the praise of his father and his place back as the family heir? or will he fall into the same traps lead on by the soft spot he had for the young girl in his past?

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