Cute, romantic and fluff short stories about 8 goofballs. They are in a group called Stray Kids (meaning lost childern). Stray kids is a famous K-POP group by JYP entertainment.
The short stories are about you (the reader) and a member of SKZ.

A book of all your favorite bedtime stories with a twist

I reached out and grabbed Min's shaft, my hand working steadily up and down his cock. It was warm and hard between my fingers, and I loved the elasticity and feel. Well, I had created this cock myself with the help of Pratter and Sandor. This cock would feel exactly the way I wanted it to feel, and I made it feel exactly to my tastes. Just imaging the hard thing plunging into me already excited me. It was big, but not too big. It was hard, but no too hard. It was the perfect dick for my pussy. 
"You know, Min, I've been thinking a bit." I sighed as my fingers worked over his cock. 
"Mm? Vesse?" Min asked cautiously. 
I moved myself, swinging my leg up over Min and mounting him. His perfect cock was now sticking right up under my pussy, waiting to impale me. I lowered my hips until just the head touched, but didn't slam it home. Instead, I teased the top of his cock with my pussy, squatting just enough so that it touched me, but didn't penetrate. A wet strain of lust, although I couldn't tell if it was his or mine, reached from his cock tip to my pussy lips. It was a visible conformation of how perfect our parts fit together. 
"I realized…" I continued. "That a lot of people don't tend to read author's notes and thus don't know any information about this story." 
"Re-really?" Min was breathing hard, the teasing being too much for him, especially as I started playing with his nipples, on top of two clearly feminine mounds.
"Mm… so I reckon a lot of readers don't know a lot of important details about my Tales as a Seductress." I sigh, squeezing his nipples tightly in the way he liked and eliciting a pleasing gasp. 
"Such as?" Min's face scrunched, fighting the pleasure my body was giving him. 
"For example, this story had already been out in entirety on machineslicedbread.xyz for over a year, and it is also the location of many of the writer's other erotic stories." 
"Vesse sell readers short, most know that." Min blushed. 
I finally dropped my hips down, letting that perfect cock slam into me. The warmth of it slid deep into my womb, and the feel was incredible enough my pussy trembled slightly in a mini-orgasm. That's what I got for being so teasing. In the end, I was the one who was most aroused. However, Min was flushed and breathing hard as well, so clearly it was doing it for him. 
"I'm not so sure they're aware of the blog whatsawhizzer.wordpress.com, where the author translated Arifureta, wrote Requiem to the Stars and Time and Place, and don't even get me started on his continuing series, Power of Creation and the World of Women, two very erotic and very different novels. Both have completed volumes that can be downloaded for free for all ******* supporters." 
"Of course, Vesse… aaaaa… it's tight." 
"Mmm, I'm not tight. Min is just too big." I tease as I rise my hips up and down, feeling his cock slid up and down inside me. "Either way, ******* support gets people early access to released chapters, full colored illustrations, re-edited pdfs, and some exclusive patreon-only content."
"Most reader, only want Tales…" Min shrugged, his mouth open as he panted in pleasure. 
"Ah, it's because they want to see me fucking my sexy wife." I chuckle, picking up the pace until each time my hips drop I can hear the wet sound of it sliding in. 
"Ahnn… t-tease!" Min cried out. "T-tell them… important things about tales." 
"Ah… I guess I should tell them some things. For example, this next chapter will be the last chapter of Tales of a Seductress." 
Min gasps. "Th-then, no more us?" 
I chuckle. "Of course not. Naturally, my Min and I will return in the sequel, Tales of an Enchantress. A story currently being written and released on machineslicedbread.xyz." 
"Ho-how many chapters so far?" 
"Nearly 50! Ahh… Min, right there… move your hips, ahhhh… right there!" I let out a cry as he started to hit me in the right spot.
He thrust his hips up into me roughly and a moment later I started cumming. 
As I panted and moaned, my devilish Min kept up the thrusting past my tolerance. I could barely talk, my voice coming out in a panting high-pitched moan. "Ahh… I can't get enough of Min! If readers want… want Min too… they should know about Min's story, a-a- a – aaahhhhh… a short side series following Min's origin and point of view through Tales of a Seductress!" 
"Vesse, C-cumming!" 
"Cum! Cum in me, Min!" I shouted lustfully, my tits bouncing up and down as I rode him as hard as I could. 
"I-is that all Vesse say?" Min demanded, his eyes flashing mischievously. 
"No… I have more… oh.. it's too good, you're driving me crazy with your cock, I can't stop cumming!" I cry out, my mind turning to mush. 
"Must say it or Min won't stop!" 
"Ahn… Mi-min is teasing too much, I'm really going crazy, but it's the most important part!" I cry out as I pant, erotic explosions shooting through my body as I leak all over Min's cock, my pussy clamping down in perpetually orgasm as Min penetrates me over and over again. "Next month will signify the official release of Tales of a Seductress the pdf. It includes this complete book, edited and formatted for ease of reading in a phone friendly pdf. It costs $5 to buy the book or it is free for all ******* supporters of $1 or more! Inkstone doesn't even allow simple bold and italics formatting, so it's a much different experience on pdf." 
"But what about future release!" Min demands just as he grabs my ass tightly, pulling it down until he penetrates me at the maximum level. 
A moment later I feel gobs of warm stuff shoot into me. It was Min's lust, magically converted into semen. It started filling up my womb, and for a second my eyes rolled up in my head. Min had to pinch my thigh before I could focus again. 
"Un… I feel it! I feel Min inside me!" I cried until he pinched even harder and I shook out of it. "Tales was released on inkstone to drive up interest for the pdf. Its sales success will dictate how quickly Tales of an Enchantress is finished and ultimately whether it's worth the author's time to release it on inkstone at all."
"So, if they don't pay, he stop writing? What Bastard!" 
"No, Min… ahn… it's so warm, I can feel it growing soft…" I relaxed, finally regaining my faculties. "Tales of an Enchantress already has 40 chapters out and will continue to release on machinslicedbread.xyz no matter what. However, if you want to read the completed book as a pdf, if you want to see TOAE and Min's story released on inkstone, or if you want TOAE increased in release speed (right now, it's been about twice a month), then you might want to consider dropping $1-$5 to support the author. He has many writing responsibilities, and so TOAS must prove to be financially worth his time."
With that, I lean over and take Min's lips, tasting my sweet and beautiful wife. Our tongues combine for a few minutes while our sweaty bodies heave against each other, the sweet smell of sex wafting from the pair of us. When we finally separated, Min gave a coquettish smile. 
"Basically, author greedy, want money?" Min summarized. 
"Exactly…" 
"…" 
"So, the TOAS pdf will release on 11/14/18. ******* supporters will not only get that book, but access to all other ******* content including previous finished pdfs. ******* will have various fundraising goals dictating whether TOAE will be released on Inkstone (Raise $100, TOAE once a week), Whether TOAE will pick up releases to twice a week ($200), or three times a week ($300). Basically, if there is a total of $300 increase in ******* and paypal pdf purchases between 11/7/18 and 12/1/18 (that's just 60 people buying TOAS at its retail price guys), then you will get the max releases of TOAE until this book is finished. Please support the release at *******.com/whatsawhizzer or visit the TOAS Table of Contents on Machineslicedbread.xyz to buy directly." 
"Sound good. What next?" 
"How about we start the Epilogue to Tales of a Seductress. Enjoy!"

After an unfortunate mishap with some stairs, I found myself in a fantasy world filled with sex and violence. Stripped of everything and turned into breeding stock by the first band of goblins I encountered, I turned to the only weapon I had available to me. Now, I’m a seductress, the first and only RPG class that weaponizes the art of seduction. I will survive this new and dangerous world the only way I know how: one person at a time.

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Last Updated on January 3, 2020

There was a time when storybooks were the only means of entertainment for children. A decade or two ago, kids spent their time reading stories and role playing their favourite characters from the stories. However, times have changed now – in the age of the internet, kids spend most of their time playing games on smartphones or watching cartoons or videos on YouTube.

But if you want your kids to take a break from screens and experience your childhood, you can read short stories to them. By narrating stories to your kids, you will impart wisdom to them and also spend much-needed quality time with them. We have a collection of some popular short stories with moral values that you can read to your kids.

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Also Read: Short Stories of Mahabharata for Kids with Moral Lessons

Video: Short Moral Stories for Kids – Part 1

Fun and Entertaining Short Moral Stories for Your Children

If you want to imbibe good habits in your kids from early on and watch them grow up to become good individuals, read moral stories to them. Here are 20 children's stories with moral values that you can read to your kids!

1. The Lion and the Mouse

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A lion was once sleeping in the jungle when a mouse started running up and down his body just for fun. This disturbed the lion's sleep, and he woke up quite angry. He was about to eat the mouse when the mouse desperately requested the lion to set him free. "I promise you, I will be of great help to you someday if you save me." The lion laughed at the mouse's confidence and let him go.

One day, a few hunters came into the forest and took the lion with them. They tied him up against a tree. The lion was struggling to get out and started to whimper. Soon, the mouse walked past and noticed the lion in trouble. Quickly, he ran and gnawed on the ropes to set the lion free. Both of them sped off into the jungle.

Moral of the Story

A small act of kindness can go a long way.

Also Read: Childhood Stories of Lord Krishna for Kids

2. Count Wisely

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One day, king Akbar asked a question in his court that left everyone in the courtroom puzzled. As they all tried to figure out the answer, Birbal walked in and asked what the matter was. They repeated the question to him.

The question was, "How many crows are there in the city?"

Birbal immediately smiled and went up to Akbar. He announced the answer; he said there were twenty-one thousand, five hundred and twenty-three crows in the city. When asked how he knew the answer, Birbal replied, "Ask your men to count the number of crows. If there are more, then the relatives of the crows must be visiting them from nearby cities. If there are fewer, then the crows from our city must be visiting their relatives who live outside the city." Pleased with the answer, Akbar presented Birbal with a ruby and pearl chain.

Moral of the Story

Having an explanation for your answer is just as important as having an answer.

Also Read: Fascinating Ramayana Stories for Children

3. The Boy Who Cried Wolf

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In a village, lived a carefree boy with his father. The boy's father told him that he was old enough to watch over the sheep while they graze in the fields. Every day, he had to take the sheep to the grassy fields and watch them as they graze. However, the boy was unhappy and didn't want to take the sheep to the fields. He wanted to run and play, not watch the boring sheep graze in the field. So, he decided to have some fun. He cried, "Wolf! Wolf!" until the entire village came running with stones to chase away the wolf before it could eat any of the sheep. When the villagers saw that there was no wolf, they left muttering under their breath about how the boy had wasted their time. The next day, the boy cried once more, "Wolf! Wolf!" and, again, the villagers rushed there to chase the wolf away.

The boy laughed at the fright he had caused. This time, the villagers left angrily. The third day, as the boy went up the small hill, he suddenly saw a wolf attacking his sheep. He cried as hard as he could, "Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!", but not a single villager came to help him. The villagers thought that he was trying to fool them again and did not come to rescue him or his sheep. The little boy lost many sheep that day, all because of his foolishness.

Moral of the Story

It is difficult to trust people who lie, so it's important to always be truthful.

4. The Fox and the Stork

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One day, a selfish fox invited a stork for dinner. Stork was very happy with the invitation – she reached the fox's home on time and knocked at the door with her long beak. The fox took her to the dinner table and served some soup in shallow bowls for both of them. As the bowl was too shallow for the stork, she couldn't have soup at all. But, the fox licked up his soup quickly.

The stork was angry and upset, but she didn't show her anger and behaved politely. To teach a lesson to the fox, she then invited him for dinner the next day. She too served soup, but this time the soup was served in two tall narrow vases. The stork devoured the soup from her vase, but the fox couldn't drink any of it because of his narrow neck. The fox realised his mistake and went home famished.

Moral of the Story

A selfish act backfires sooner or later!

Also Read: Indian Mythological Stories for Kids

5. The Golden Touch

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Once there lived a greedy man in a small town. He was very rich, and he loved gold and all things fancy. But he loved his daughter more than anything. One day, he chanced upon a fairy. The fairy's hair was caught in a few tree branches. He helped her out, but as his greediness took over, he realised that he had an opportunity to become richer by asking for a wish in return (by helping her out). The fairy granted him a wish. He said, "All that I touch should turn to gold." And his wish was granted by the grateful fairy.

The greedy man rushed home to tell his wife and daughter about his wish, all the while touching stones and pebbles and watching them convert into gold. Once he got home, his daughter rushed to greet him. As soon as he bent down to scoop her up in his arms, she turned into a gold statue. He was devastated and started crying and trying to bring his daughter back to life. He realised his folly and spent the rest of his days searching for the fairy to take away his wish.

Moral of the Story

Greed will always lead to downfall.

6. The Milkmaid and Her Pail

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Patty, a milkmaid milked her cow and had two full pails of fresh, creamy milk. She put both pails of milk on a stick and set off to the market to sell the milk. As she took steps towards the market, her thoughts took steps towards wealth. On her way, she kept thinking about the money she would make from selling the milk. Then she thought about what she would do with that money.

She was talking to herself and said, "Once I get the money, I'll buy a chicken. The chicken will lay eggs and I will get more chickens. They'll all lay eggs, and I will sell them for more money. Then, I'll buy the house on the hill and everyone will envy me." She was very happy that soon she would be very rich. With these happy thoughts, she marched ahead. But suddenly, she tripped and fell. Both the pails of the milk fell and all her dreams were shattered. The milk spilt onto the ground, and all Patty could do was cry. "No more dream," she cried foolishly!

Moral of the Story

Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.

Also Read: Popular Fairy Tale Stories for Kids

7. When Adversity Knocks

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This is a story that explains how adversity is met differently by different people. There was a girl named Asha who lived with her mother and father in a village. One day, her father assigned her a simple task. He took three vessels filled with boiling water. He placed an egg in one vessel, a potato in the second vessel, and some tea leaves in the third vessel. He asked Asha to keep an eye on the vessels for about ten to fifteen minutes while the three ingredients in three separate vessels boiled. After the said time, he asked Asha to peel the potato and egg, and strain the tea leaves. Asha was left puzzled – she understood her father was trying to explain her something, but she didn't know what it was.

Her father explained, "All three items were put in the same circumstances. See how they've responded differently." He said that the potato turned soft, the egg turned hard, and the tea leaves changed the colour and taste of the water. He further said, "We are all like one of these items. When adversity calls, we respond exactly the way they do. Now, are you a potato, an egg, or tea leaves?"

Moral of the Story

We can choose how to respond to a difficult situation.

8. The Proud Rose

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Once upon a time, there was a beautiful rose plant in a garden. One rose flower on the plant was proud of its beauty. However, it was disappointed that it was growing next to an ugly cactus. Every day, the rose would insult the cactus about its looks, but the cactus stayed quiet. All the other plants in the garden tried to stop the rose from bullying the cactus, but the rose was too swayed by its own beauty to listen to anyone.

One summer, a well in the garden dried up and there was no water for the plants. The rose slowly began to wilt. The rose saw a sparrow dip its beak into the cactus for some water. The rose then felt ashamed for having made fun of the cactus all this time. But because it was in need of water, it went to ask the cactus if it could have some water. The kind cactus agreed, and they both got through summer as friends.

Moral of the Story

Never judge someone by the way they look.

Also Read: Bible Stories for Children

9. The Tale of the Pencil

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A boy named Raj was upset because he had done poorly in his English test. He was sitting in his room when his grandmother came and comforted him. His grandmother sat beside him and gave him a pencil. Raj looked at his grandma puzzled, and said he didn't deserve a pencil after his performance in the test.

His grandma explained, "You can learn many things from this pencil because it is just like you. It experiences a painful sharpening, just the way you have experienced the pain of not doing well on your test. However, it will help you be a better student. Just as all the good that comes from the pencil is from within itself, you will also find the strength to overcome this hurdle. And finally, just as this pencil will make its mark on any surface, you too shall leave your mark on anything you choose to." Raj was immediately consoled and promised himself that he would do better.

Moral of the Story

We all have the strength to be who we wish to be.

10. The Crystal Ball

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Nasir, a small boy, found a crystal ball behind the banyan tree of his garden. The tree told him that it would grant him a wish. He was very happy and he thought hard, but unfortunately, he could not come up with anything he wanted. So, he kept the crystal ball in his bag and waited until he could decide on his wish.

Days went by without him making a wish but his best friend saw him looking at the crystal ball. He stole it from Nasir and showed it to everyone in the village. They all asked for palaces and riches and lots of gold, but could not make more than one wish. In the end, everyone was angry because no one could have everything they wanted. They became very unhappy and decided to ask Nasir for help. Nasir wished that everything would go back to how it was once – before the villagers had tried to satisfy their greed. The palaces and gold vanished and the villagers once again became happy and content.

Moral of the Story

Money and wealth do not always bring happiness.

11. A Bundle of Sticks

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Once upon a time, three neighbours living in a village were having trouble with their crops. Each of the neighbours had one field, but the crops on their fields were infested with pests and were wilting. Every day, they would come up with different ideas to help their crops. The first one tried using a scarecrow in his field, the second used pesticides, and the third built a fence on his field, all to no avail.

One day, the village head came by and called the three farmers. He gave them each a stick and asked them to break it. The farmers could break them easily. He then gave them a bundle of three sticks, and again, asked them to break it. This time, the farmers struggled to break the sticks. The village head said, "Together, you are stronger and work better than you do it alone." The farmers understood what the village head was saying. They pooled in their resources and got rid of the pests from their fields.

Moral of the Story

There is strength in unity.

These Great Stories Are not written by me I just happened to remember them from childhood so I think why not post them.
 
English is not my mother language so sorry for mistakes

Short Inspirational stories are powerful reads;

The great thing about them is that they’re so easy to digest, and there’s always a moral at the end of the story.

Whether they’re true stories or not is another thing, as many of them are legends supposedly hundreds of years old.

However, the stories that I’m talking about are so powerful and inspirational that many of them really do get you thinking and even leave you speechless at times.

That's right I Mr. Richard Roswald Jackson is a person re living my life. Not only i came back in the past in 1975 but also can remember everything up until i died on 2020.
When i came back at fist i was shocked but then i became excited. Why? Because  i can change my life for the better, i can realize the dreams which i couldn't in previous life. I could live a life far better then the life i had previous.
My previous life was worse. As my family is well known and successful, having such an amazing family can be both pressuring and blessing. Pressuring because, if have live unto expectation of not only your parents but also the surroundings otherwise they will compare ,make fun of you.
But I couldn't bare the pressure and by the time I became 18 i collapsed. oh boy! i fell hard!!!. I was academically good, it turned worse. i stated to become rebellious. arguing with parents , keeping distance from them, parting, fighting ,drinking, drugs etc i became all in all problem child.
it turned out to be the worst decision of my life. Because by continuing this kind of life my body deteriorated. Finally the worse turn came, I had an accident and the result I became bedridden for my life, worse disease started coming from left to right.
 All i could have done at that time is watch movies, tv series or read books. beside that due to fathers influence look at the investment market and help my father with his work.
Finally at the age of 45 my body collapsed after fighting for a long time. During my last breath I wised if i could have relived this life once again. And  I don't know which supreme being heard my wish because I am for ever grateful to him.
 And that is how I came back to the past. Now onward to the story....
...

Month have gone since the  kitchen discussion, the kids column of NY times started get popular as interesting short stories are been publishing every week under a name R.R Jackson. Popularity might not been seen during first week but after that it started to grow.
One day, a family of three on Zionsville just having a breakfast in a living room, the child of this family, a 9 year old girl was reading a newspaper and see this, her parents treat this as normal occurrence as entertainment for the kids have been matured enough like smart phones or video games era. 
See his daughter seem fascinated reading a newspaper, the father feel curious and ask his daughter. " What's on the news sweetheart? I've never seen you such having those interest reading newspaper."
The daughter heard her father saying that immediately felt irritated," Dad, I'm concentrating on reading this story, you know it's really hard to read on the newspaper".
Hearing that, her father didn't feel angry at all and become more curious for his daughter behavior, " Okay sweetheart, I will just wait for you finish the story and then you tell me what this is story about" her father just smiled after saying that.
The mother saw the father daughter interaction just smiled and also became interested about what her daughter read. A moment passed and the girl has read the story with both happy and frustrated expression on her face, her father become curious,  seeing this she began narrate the story to her parents

" This short story is the best that I have read mom, dad. It's exciting and funny. But dad whats a string ray? Does it look like a large butterfly too bad it has no illustration on it, can we go to fish aquarium see string ray dad  and this story still has continuation and won't be released next week. But dad, newspaper story is usually different each week and I'm afraid I won't get the continuation next week."
Seeing her frustrated but hopeful face girls dad laughed "hahaha... Don't worry dear i will send request mail to the editor of NY times and of course I will take you to the aquarium to see a string ray"
"really dad!!! yaaa!!!!" the girl became excited hugged her dad.
And this situation occurs at least in a thousand household in N.Y. and few parts of the States that subscribing the N.Y. Times. It occurred not only for the stories it self but the clever tactic used by Richard himself. 
When he created the short stories the volume was really large, so in order to publish in the paper it was usually divided into two or three parts but he cleverly divided the story in such a way that when ever a reader finishes one part they not only became frustrated but also crave for the latter part of the story which drives the popularity even more.
As the short stories grow popular the sales and the subscribing number of NY Times also grows which in turn they urge Richard to give them more  priority by giving him 200$-250$ each article writing in there kids column.
With  in the next few months Richards short stories not only became popular among the kids but also among their parents. the author R.R Jackson became topic of discussion on dinner table in many households. Not only the NY times have sold like hot cakes but there was substantial visitors specially families with kids from 6 to 12 years old in many water zoos or aquarium parks through out the states. 
During this frenzy time when a book named <My Ocean Stories> by R.R Jackson which was no  only the compilation of this short stories but also illustration of different characters where published . It not only sold more than 150,000 copies trough out US but also took 10th place in the bestseller list.
The guy who created this is situation doing dancing practice for his upcoming show stage show audition in Broadway.

When people about R.R Jackson the first thing comes to mind
The Living Legend....
He is a man who brought storm in the worlds entertainment...
Idol of all aspiring idols... 
Music , Film , Drama , Books not a place he left untouched
They say he is a man with Midas touch or is he ......


First time writing... Open to constructive criticism...
Hope everyone like my story....

Disclaimer : I don't own anything other than my main character. All things written is nothing more than a fiction.

As you notice the translations are quite messy  it's because I'am using MTL and my poor knowledge of translating 🤦🏻‍♀️ 
(I'm really sorry for that 🙇🏻‍♀️)

I won't be editing this story, now that my laziness strikes again
(But it's more so that I'm discourage for what I have done to this gem 🤦🏻‍♀️)
so if anyone is up for editing this story feel free to do so.
(you can DM me for the Full PDF of this story)

Also I'll be publishing another set of stories by the author JJWXC                                                       (might be next week if I have a time).

Stories :

Little Sticky Fox (Rebirth)

Description :

Luoyang has an older brother and a younger brother, but he always wants to make a beautiful life.
God opened his eyes, split him into a little fox, and was picked up by his rival.

This rival, Rong, was trampled under Luo Yang's feet, and now Fei Huang Tengda holds the power, and falls into his hands. He is afraid that his life will not be guaranteed!
In order to save his life, Luo Yang hid in the arms of Rong and Hu and let him knead, lest he might be recognized.

Rong Yu: Haven't you found it?
Luo Yang: Meow meow meow meow meow meow?

※For a long time, Luo Yang thought he was a little white cat, but Rong Yu knew that Luo Yang was the last nine-tailed white fox whose tail was cut off after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
※The bitter enemy is deeply soft and the sticky guy is stricken and the face value is overwhelming.

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Little Boy In Entertainment Industry

It is known to all that the little star Chen Zai is good at Mr. Gu, He is indulged in all kinds of pets, arrogant and proud.
Finally, one day under Mr. Gu's negligence, Xiao Zai killed himself.
Once again, Mr. Gu made up his mind to discipline this disobedient little star.


Chen Zaiyi is a daring and addictive person. On the first day of signing in a new company, he met someone who made him unable to move.
Evil grows from the courage and blocks people in the conference room, "You, come here and hug Lao Tzu!".

After half an hour in the meeting, Chen Zai seemed to stand on the corner of the wall, the one who made him unable to move is on the stage, pointing Jiangshan.
I thought that the snow would retreat from the snow, but I never thought that the starry road would be so smooth.

#Yingdi Night Fight IdolChenZaifang                                                                                                                ChenZai: Just In The Line. 

#Chen Zaifang can't be a guide                                                                                                                                    Chen Zai: Refusing Bed Scenes.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    #Chen Zai visited a class late at night for a popular student                                                                                            Chen Zai: In the studio next door, make a string together.


Later, Chen Zai discovered that the popular idols, directors, celebrities, and film emperors he had touched had strange eyes.

Chen Zai: All the entertainment circles love me? This does not exist, I can't be a sue!
Mr. Gu after rebirth: Heh


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It will not be edited (For I'am scared to mess up another gem 🤦🏻‍♀️) but i will publish the said stories, bare with me I'm thirsty for this two particular story, I really love this stories but it's been discontinued somehow by the translator so here I am taking a risk in publishing them unedited for the sake of quenching this thirst of mine.




Ciao ! Dearest and Fellow Fujoshi See you When I finally have the time to MTL this stories.

Please Note : This Novel Is not mine nor am I gonna own it, I just MTL-ed the rest of the novel for my own amusement, chapter 1-4 is from Ars BL Translations.

Title : Your Kingdom (Kimi No Oukoku)
Author : Takana Ayame

Description :

One day, the sickly prince of the Maillard Kingdom woke up in an unfamiliar, gorgeous room. He was told that this was the royal palace of the famous country Barthelemy, a place known for its advanced medical treatment, by Fernand, an angelic beauty serving as his new attendant. The food, clothes, and scenery outside all confused the prince. After all, the life the prince lived in his own country was...

Chapter 1-4 (from Ars BL Tranlations)
Chapter 5-47 (Translated By My Own, Editing In Progress)

All Credits to the Author of the novel and to Ars BL Translations

Dara spends her alone time for house chores. Cleaning up here and there, organizing things, doing some preparation for lunch, but not yet cooking, setting up her breakfast and putting it aside. Then when she's finished with around half of the maid's duties, she sits on the rugs on the floor with a short table, that Beth usually uses as her study desk, in front of her. It's brown furniture in the middle of the living room and quite large for a laptop with two bowls of food, and some books to be put on there.

She has around a couple of hours before she has to leave and fetch the kids from school. She stares at her empty sketchbook. Her mind still wanders around about what to draw. She just feels so, so empty. She takes a sip of her coffee, always the boost, the inspiration, the mate for her soul. But it just feels way too bland this time.

Dara sighs and leans her back onto the couch behind her, staring at the bulb above her. "Hmm…," she hums and rests her head down. Thinking.

Dara suddenly sees a tall shadow passing  through the room, gliding fast to the kitchen and she startles, panting for air, "oh my God, who's there?" Dara tries to lift her feet but she can't move. She's so afraid. And she realizes that she is in her dream. "DARA WAKE UP!!! DARA!!! WAKE UP PLEASE I'M SCARED, WAKE UP!!!" Her dream tries to wake her up but she can't. 

Dara gasps after some while that felt like hours of fear for her and raises her head from the couch. She grabs her water bottle next to her leg and gulps nearly to the bottom of it, trying to manage herself and breathe. "Okay, okay, just a dream, Dara, just a dream, " Dara keeps on panting for some while. She gazes at the kitchen and breathes sharply, "ugh, just a dream, okay." She places her hand on her chest and gives a gentle pressure to give herself ease.

***

Dara is a young Indonesian mom who lives in Singapore with an Indonesian husband named Eric and two children named Christian and Bethany. She is a… err, happy mom? 
Anyway, she is always happy with her children. 

She is an online author, she writes short stories, mostly light romances. She is essentially an Indonesian and mostly does Indonesian work.  Two or three of her creations have been published as short stories in Indonesian tv programs in the last year.

But lately, she feels tired and uninspired to compose stories so she's been taking her hiatus from short stories and shifting to comics. She's not a bad artist though, her first comic reached 1.6k viewers in the first 24 hours. And she just completed it last weekend and needs new and fresh ideas for the next one whether it's going to be a story or a comic. 

But her short dream annoyed her just now.

***

"I think I need another break, a day or two will be great though, I need that 'me time'…. Yeah right!" Dara sighs at her ridiculous thought and rolls her eyes, mocking herself. "Hookaay, see what we can do now, hmm…," Dara scrolls some random social media on her phone screen, randomly reading some cake recipes and funny stories or videos.

There is a post that attracted her attention, it's from Kayla, a friend from a group of people who are into revealing fake accounts or scammers and such. She has never had any certain intentions to be in the group, it was just something fun for her, she always thought so. And the group is organized by women from all around the world.

So the post contains a gallery of screenshots of a dating app that shows a chat room of Kayla and a guy where the guy was harassing her in an extremely rude way. Dara gets a bit shocked reading that guy's messages and gets curious, so she keeps on reading. The screenshots, the captions, and the comments. 

It's a post from a day before, she sees 4 screenshots and more than a hundred comments in total. "Wow! She's just suddenly famous! Haha," Dara chuckles a bit.

Dara and Kayla don't know each other personally in real life. Kayla lives in the Philippines and they only talk through the online room, and she is quite popular there. She often shares funny and cute stuff that is quite entertaining. And she sounds like a fun and friendly person too. She's around 3 years younger than Dara, single and works as a makeup artist, it's been more than a year since Kayla doing it persistently. 

So then Dara contacts Kayla, because of her curiosity. They chat for a while, letting Dara learn about the chatting app that Kayla posted earlier. And how Kayla fell into that kind of abusive conversation with the guy.

Dara often laughs lightly while she's chatting with Kayla. Kayla shares funny experiences she had through the chatting apps, not only the bad one with the rude guy. Dara feels quite enlightened with the laughter but her face suddenly flattens when she reads Kayla's last message, "try it yourself, install one or two."

Dara stops replying to her and gazes away, thinking…, "hmm… should I?" She taps her fingernail on the desk.

***

Dara switches her laptop off and leaves her phone on the desk while she is preparing herself to leave the house, fetching kids from school. Getting herself up from the rugs, she takes her sketchbooks and her coffee that is barely drank yet and takes a gulp or two, walking to the kitchen area. She leaves the glass and picks a pair of jeans and a sling bag

She takes a glance at the phone screen while she walks back, zipping up her jeans. "Ah, that one has done installing. What's this?" Dara puts the handle of her sling bag between her teeth, biting it, and grasps her phone reading the registration page of the Tinkle app. She grins and accidentally drops her sling bag onto her foot, "ugh, ouch!"

Dara quickly fills the registration page. And based on what Kayla told her earlier, "only a simple suggestion, but do not put your real name there," she writes 'Catwoman' as her username. And, based on Kayla's another warning, "and you better not putting your face there as well," she puts her face there, but from the side. 

***

Dara walks out and locks the door. She hears a different notification from her phone and opens it while walking to the elevator. She surprised at what she sees on the screen when she's inside the elevator and widens her eyes, "holy pepperoni…!" But she is in a bit of a rush for kids though, so she puts it back in her bag when the elevator opens and sends her to the ground floor. 

"I have never known what efforts were;
I have never known what submission referred to;
I have never known what my passion was;
I have never known what I, myself really was;
Until there was… You"
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Rewritten version
21+ alert!!!
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Dara is indeed a great submissive catch for a cold-hearted Dominant man like him, she's an innocent, a pure one to be taught, wrapped in a beautiful, petite, almost flawless appearance.
For Dara herself, this is her very first time to get into this kind of darker side.
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Being a slave means being strong. 
More than what she has become all along. 
The circumstance that Dara has never thought would be extremely challenging. 
But, by being his slave...
She finds herself.
She finds her deepest, hidden passion that she has never realized herself, before.
She finds a way to overcome.
She finally learns how to share a man, like a harem.
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Getting into the BDSM world virtually, was never her intention at all, but here she is sharing a man with girls from all over the world, in a virtual room of harems.
Jealousy, humility, degrading, among friendly, sympathetic, cooperation, partnerships, and even knowledge shared there. All of the mixing emotions of ups and downs flutter her heart and sanity. 
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Will she grow stronger and earn him?
Will she survive with all of the emotional occurrences? 

"So with any luck, we'll be ready to debut in about a month or so, right? I'm speculating here, correct me if I'm wrong." My pen was tapping against my thigh under the desk where my laptop was perched open. The spreadsheet I was looking at seemed to be running me close to ten million dollars in preventive insurance and extra security housing features.  
"Yes, I have my team working overtime to get this done as efficiently as possible, Mrs. Greene. Nothing for you to worry about." Emily reassured me from the other end of the line. My phone was perched on a phone stand beside my laptop where my engineers face was smiling at me through the screen. My face on the smaller square was almost invisible to me, but that was just because I wasn't looking.  
"That's fine, take your time. Since we're not doing a grand opening or anything it won't really matter when we have an operating date, but I'm looking at a list of candidates and I'm seeing more bodies than open slots right now."  
It pained me to think that the GreenLife Project wouldn't be able to house everyone who needed it, but it also served to remind me that this was the beginning. Sustainable low to no income housing needed to be the future of New York City for the sake of the world. My goal was to tackle homelessness in the United States and global warming one city at a time.  
Perhaps after a while we could go global, and settle with my husband's branches overseas.  
"Well we're working as hard as we can to get these accommodations done. As soon as we finish here, I'm rotating teams and starting with the emergency shelter and checkpoint homeless facility." Emily pulled up a graphic of what the emergency shelter would look like. "In keeping with your request, here's more or less what it's going to be."
It was a basic shelter with one big room, a cafeteria, a big kitchen, and a big shower area. There was an underground reinforced basement with backup generators and an energy panel for Jason's pods to be snuggled in tight for when the moment called. My wish was that the whole thing would be operated wirelessly using a remote control if need be.  
"Is there a panic room somewhere in the plans like I said?"  
"Yes, it's in the basement. The infrastructure of the basement also provides extra space for provisions to be stacked up in there." Emily pulled up another slide onto the screen. "Right here are the emergency exit and the side exit for the basement."  
The side exit for the basement was basically a long underground tunnel that lead to another building where everyone would be able to then go above ground and exit safely, if it ever came to it. The emergency exit was basically a cellar door that lead straight to the outside. The door was disguised as a sewer entrance.  
"Also reinforced, right? I need emergency lights down there."  
"Yes ma'am, all that is in the plans. You have nothing to worry about." Emily pulled up another slide onto the screen. "This isn't exactly what you asked for but in thinking ahead, I wanted to submit this for your consideration."  
I blinked a bit, trying to recognise the square box and lines I was looking at. Nothing was ringing any particular bells anywhere in my mind other than the fact that it kind of looked like a parking garage, but with the way it seemed to be closed off, it couldn't possibly be that.  
"What are we looking at?"
"A parking garage." And I stood corrected. "This would be adjacent to the basement. It would be like any other underground parking garage, but with thick panel security doors."
There was reason in the idea for sure, I mean this way, in case of an emergency, vehicles would be safe as well. And considering the parking area would be closed off and only accessible to and from the basement, it was perfect.  
"I like this, when did you come up with it?" With a few clicks on my laptop cursor, the image expanded and showed off a 3D layout of the plans for the parking garage. There were written details that came to show once I zoomed in, including the presumed thickness of the walls and the width of the parking spaces.  
"Sometime yesterday, this was the result of extensive brainstorming." She typed something into the message box, which was a link to a pdf. "This pdf has further details and a small animation of what the two sections look like connected to each other. I'll email you a copy as well so that you can review it later."  
"Thanks, I'll look over it later tonight." I struggled to stifle a yawn and my eyes wandered toward the bottom right corner of the screen to check the time. It was almost ten pm and I was already knackered.  
Maybe raw cookie dough didn't agree with me. Gluten was starting to make me lethargic.  
A soft knock at my office door drew my attention away from the screen and toward the entrance of the room. Jason was standing at the doorway with a platter balanced precariously on one hand and a bottle of sparkling lemonade in the other. His button up and slacks were replaced by a graphic t-shirt and grey sweats that had me looking sideways. His hair was wet and messy along with his glasses which were slightly skewed on his nose.  
"It's getting late, Emily, we should wrap this up for now and continue tomorrow." Already I was saving the files she sent me and archiving the pdf link so that it would copy into my hard drive. I already had one copy but being in college taught me to back everything up twice.  
"Yes, I agree. I'm emailing you the pdf copy now, you should get it in a few minutes."  
"Alright perfect. Have a good night."  
"Good night, Mrs. Greene!" She chirped cheerfully and exited the video chat, which just left me with a blank screen that had an end call icon in the middle of it. With great diligence I exited that as well and hurried to turn off my laptop.  
"Please tell me you have sandwiches on that platter or something." I had forgotten to eat lunch and by default was hungrier than cow. Not only had my earlier activities in the pantry with Jason depleted my energy, but having breastfed my kids did something to finish up the nutrients in my body.  
"Better," Jason wandered into the room and set the platter down on the coffee table in front of the enormous sofa I'd picked out for my birthday. It was an attempt at making the home office atmosphere more welcoming. And also I didn't fall off if I kneeled on it. "Baked ziti with four types of cheese."
"Oh my God, you sexy man." I pushed away from the desk and made a beeline for the coffee table where he was lifting the lid. Steam came wafting out in a tantalising little cloud that almost brought me to my knees. The smell of it was my kryptonite.  
"I saw that you forgot to eat so I put some in the oven before I hopped in the shower. Come on." He sat down on the sofa and turned on the television on the far wall across from where we would be sitting. "Your favourite lemonade too."  
"You remembered!" My voice came out in an annoying squeal that even took me off guard a little bit. The whole thing was blastingly romantic, even if there weren't any rose petals around. "Oh my goodness, thank you thank you thank you!" I grabbed his face between my hands and planted a dozen kisses on it. "This is the best."  
He just smiled at me and held out a paper bag that he'd somehow managed to hide. "Breadsticks."  
I really shouldn't have done it. I really shouldn't have taken a bite because gluten didn't agree with me, but I couldn't resist. My mouth exploded in a burst of gluten-y flavour as the hot soft buttery bread seemed to melt away on my tongue.  
"Fuck this is so bad for my waistline," I mumbled even as I dipped the untouched end of the breadstick into garlic butter sauce. My weight was a fluctuating high and lowball since giving birth, which did absolutely nothing to boost my confidence whenever a dress that fit last week doesn't fit next week.  
One day I would have love handles and the next day I'd have chicken legs. My metabolism was so bonkers.  
"You're beautiful either way." Jason kissed my temple. "But your ass will be even fatter so I'm okay with that." And he also slapped the side of my butt.  
"Shut up!" I stopped myself from snorting with laughter just in time to push away from him. "My ass isn't the only thing that will grow."
"You're right, so will these." He nodded towards my chest with a cheeky smile that made my face go up in flames. Jason Greene would be the death of me yet. Triplets weren't enough, apparently. "I'm serious though, stop worrying about your weight or what you'll look like. You gave birth to three of my kids in one go, you've done enough."  
"But I read in an article that the biggest reason for failed marriages this year was that husbands didn't feel attracted to their wives after they had kids." And it was ridiculous to expect a woman's body to remain the exact same after going through such a big change, but my therapist said that I needed to vocalise these concerns with Jason, so that's what I was doing.  
"Those same men let themselves go after marriage and hold an impossible standard for their wives." My husband rolled his eyes. "It's hypocritical."
"But you actually work out so that just makes it worse." I bit into my breadstick woefully. It just tasted that much better when I was sad. "No pressure there."
"I'm not holding you to an impossible standard though."  
"But the public is. And sooner or later you might get tired of it and start to agree. I wouldn't blame you." Jason stared at me as I shrugged casually. Suddenly I wasn't feeling so hungry anymore, and the flabby skin that still hadn't tightened around my stomach prickled as if to make me hyperaware of my situation.  
"Amaria, you seem to have it in your head that I'm under some sort of illusion about you." He shifted me so that we were face to face, which I hated because I was becoming very shit at masking my emotions. "I've seen you when you drool, when you're hungry and when you ugly cry. Hell, I've even witnessed you passing gas and we've used the bathroom at the same time." My face lit up like a holiday tree. "And I love you even more for it. We've been through hell and back, I'm very aware that you're not perfect, but your flaws fit with my flaws like puzzle pieces that were made for each other, and that's what's perfect. Not you, and not me individually, but us together."  
Dammit and I had just gotten lash extensions. I had to blink back tears and remind myself that I married the man who made my life hell just like I had made his hell. We were toxic. We were beautiful together. We grew side by side and boosted each other up too.
"You should really try sugar coating things in the future." He grinned and watched me sniffle. "And I do not pass gas in front of you."
"You do it in your sleep, it's adorable."
Oh holy hell, we were going to have to sleep in separate rooms from now on. I would be moving back into my quarters ASAP.  
Then again, we'd seen each other suffer from food poisoning so it didn't really matter.  
"I'm sorry about all of this." Blinking rapidly, I tried to dry my waterfalls before they ruined my lashes. "I shouldn't need so much reassurance, it's pathetic."  
"You're still going through postpartum, don't be so hard on yourself." Okay, how the hell did he know that? "I checked in with your doctor so I could learn how to help. I'll reassure you as many times as you need."  
"My therapist said there are deeper rooted issues making it hard to move past this." I was even a failure at healing. But what I wouldn't fail at was eating the baked ziti my loving husband made me before it got cold. Absolutely not. "Can you please hand me that fork?"
Jason dutifully handed me one of the forks on the far end of the platter and even joined me in digging into the individually prepared pasta.  
"It's a good thing we're doing therapy," he remarked before taking a big bite of the food. It made me smile when he was so at ease like that. "We really need it."  
"And we're growing from it too. I'm proud of us."  
We smiled at each other, but not for too long because food was food and it demanded attention.  
This little moment was nice, but I felt that it was one of life's safe points to give us a break for the hell that would be hurling at us full speed. But there was really nothing we could do except get through it together, right?


~°~°~°~°~°~

An accidental marriage. A drunken mistake, or a premeditated plan for revenge? Amaria doesn’t know what to make of her new situation, and due to unforeseen circumstances, she is trapped.

Forced to accept her fate until the time is right, a typically reserved executive finds herself at a crossroad between following logic, and giving in to her bleeding heart. The man she calls her husband does not make it easy for her either, but however she decides to look at it, she reaches the same conclusion. A conclusion that breaks her heart.

As for him? Well, it’s up to him to decide what he’ll do with this new mess he’s stuck in, and whether he'll pursue a happy future with his wife rather than let her go as he had once upon a time. 

[WARNING: the male and female lead in this story have a complicated relationship with oftentimes toxic elements. The second volume of this story will see to their personal growth as they learn what it means to be in healthy relationships.]

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