Fresh out of medical school Emily Summers begins to work at a hospital out in L.A. She is a timid shy new nurse. She is afraid of failure as well as romance.
She is staying far away from office romances after hearing horror stories while training in the medical field. Emily had told herself she was not going to fall in any doctors bed. Or in his heart.
But sometimes you can't control your heart. Emily soon learns this being around cocky, suave Clinton Brinks. Clinton is one of the best surgeons out there!!!
He is just not good at fixing broken hearts. He leaves behind trails of them.
And now poor Emily's heart might get broken by Dr. Heartbreaker...
• 18 + Up! 
• Steamy Romance!

Fresh out of medical school Emily Summers begins to work at a hospital out in L.A. She is a timid shy new nurse. She is afraid of failure as well as romance.

She is staying far away from office romances after hearing horror stories while training in the medical field. Emily had told herself she was not going to fall in any doctors bed. Or in his heart.

But sometimes you can't control your heart. Emily soon learns this being around cocky, suave Clinton Brinks. Clinton is one of the best surgeons out there!!!

He is just not good at fixing broken hearts. He leaves behind trails of them.

And now poor Emily's heart might get broken by Dr. Heartbreaker...

• 18 + Up! 
• Steamy Romance!

Welcome Esteemed Reader(s);

The Fanfic story that you are about to read is a work of Historical Fantasy and Historical Romance with historical inaccuracies that will be blended into the story. Now the two genres I have chosen to write in are considered unique in some ways.

Historical Romance...Who doesn't enjoy a steamy love story set during a certain time period? Viking romances set during the early Middle Ages are of typical alpha males who are tamed by their heroines; this will be interesting to do my own spin on the period.

Historical Fantasy is the very first genre to be used in a Fanfic story and practically misunderstood in writing as it's been mistaken for a Crossover with another Fandom. It's a Crossover alright but it's between Historical Fiction and Fantasy; plots based very loosely on Mythology or even Legend.

Figured that I would use Norse Mythology since I'm writing about Vikings and through in a little mythical creature like the Phoenix, and add in some supernatural elements for kicks. I also figured that I would pull a bit of Dracula Untold (2014) with a twist to The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle with a touch of Warlock (1989).

I do not own the characters of Vikings (2013 TV series); they belong to Michael Hirst, the characters will be a bit out of character and I hope to do them justice. Thank you for taking the time to read this Disclaimer and I hope you will find this Fanfic story unique.

TRIGGER WARNING: ****!!!

There will be scenes, mentions and attempts at ****; I would like to apologize beforehand for any mental/emotional triggers!

She was the last of her kind and the Norns had claimed her as Their Daughter; the last Phoenix born in human form, raised by the Seer and trained by Valkyries. She will spread her fiery wings in flight as she changes destiny and history, and becomes legend!

"... And that's the end for today's lecture." The professor in front of the auditorium ended his Modern Japanese Literature class. After he left the room, everyone started to pack their belonging while talking with their friends.

Misaki put her belonging to her bag in a hurry, since she should come home immediately. She didn't want to make Katagiri wait because she was the one who asked the latter for today's plan. Hanging her bag on her right shoulder, Misaki hurriedly walked towards the exit.

"Misaki!" A girl called her from behind as Misaki walked through the corridor. She turned back and found Yuna ran towards her.
"What happened?" Misaki questioned her best friend. It was unusual for Yuna to stay at campus at this hour.

"I thought you're already off somewhere!" Yuna said while trying to catch her breath.
"Regarding the script... our director said that he wants the story to be more steamy..." Yuna lowered her voice.

"Steamy? The theme for this year is crime, right? I don't think we need a steamy scene..." Misaki objected to the idea. It was already troublesome to accept the request from the Film Club, but now they asked for more.

"Please? You can do it, okay?" Yuna pleaded, clasping her hands together in front of her face.

Misaki let out a lengthy sigh, regretting her decision to accept the Film Club's request last month. The club was on the verge of disbandment because they failed to complete their project last year. Their scriptwriter had dropped out from the university was the reason. That position was then vacant, but there was no one good enough to fill it.

So, the club appealed to Misaki to fill the position as an honorary scriptwriter for this year project. Yuna had told everyone in the club that Misaki had won several awards when she was in high school. They also had prepared the storyline so Misaki wouldn't have a hard time to think about the plot.

Well, rather than "honorary", Misaki preferred to call it "outsourced".

"I don't think I can write that..." Misaki bit her bottom lip. She never wrote erotic scenes before, and it was not something that could be written without any experience.

"You can just watch pink-films or read raunchy stories to get the rough idea!" Yuna suggested.

A shade of pink crept out on Misaki's cheeks. She didn't have any experience consuming such genres, and she also didn't know where to get those.

Suddenly, something crossed Misaki's mind. She just remembered that her neighbor might be waiting for her. "Ah! I should go home now!" Misaki exclaimed. "Let's discuss it through chat! See you tomorrow!"

Misaki turned around and ran, leaving Yuna who was just opened her mouth to say something.

Katagiri was reading a book in the lobby when Misaki arrived. The former put her book in her sling bag, then approached the latter, who was trying to catch her breath.

"Sorry to make you wait!" Misaki apologized. Both of her hands were on her knees.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" Katagiri asked. "I'll grab something for you."

Even before Misaki could reply, Katagiri had left her, heading towards the entrance. Misaki then threw herself to the lobby bench to get some rest.

Not long after, Katagiri came back with a bottle of mineral water in her hand. She handed it to Misaki, who gladly accepted it. Without hesitation, Misaki opened the bottle and drank it.

"I forgot to ask what kind of drink you want," Katagiri said, sitting beside Misaki.

"This is already a big help for me," Misaki showed the bottle of water Katagiri had given to her earlier with a smile on her face.

Misaki took a glance at Katagiri. The latter's fashion was the same as usual, a white shirt and black pants, but now with gray cardigans since it was getting colder these days. It made Misaki wonders, was Katagiri a person with a minimalistic lifestyle? If she wasn't mistaken, that kind of lifestyle was popular these days.

Caught Misaki's gaze on her, Katagiri tilted her head, as if a question mark was written on her face. "... Is there something on my face?"

"N-no, no! I just feel sorry for you to wait for me, e-even though I'm the one who asks for your help..." Misaki lied, feeling embarrassed that Katagiri caught her. Fortunately, the taller girl didn't ask her further.

A sudden vibration came from Misaki's smartphone. It was Yuna, continuing their earlier conversation about the Film Club's project.

[Yuna: Any kind of romance is fine! You can make it straight or gay, we just need the steamy scene!]

Misaki scrunched her eyes while taking a deep breath. The reason she accepted to join the Film Club's project was because of this year's theme, since it didn't have any romance aspect. Misaki wouldn't say that she was allergic to the said genre, but it was something she couldn't write. Despite had listened to numerous romances and love stories from her friends, she never grasps the idea completely.

The girl beside Misaki had realized that the latter was troubled, but she kept her mouth shut. In Katagiri's opinion, Misaki made an interesting face when she was in a problem, and she liked witnessing it. They might be get acquainted in less than two weeks, but even Katagiri thought that Misaki was a lot more interesting than other people she knew. Well, inviting her for hotpot gave her a positive impression, after all.

The shorter girl groaned, letting out her frustration. She wanted to give up and resign from the position, but her pride was somehow not allowing her.

[Let's give it a try.]

Misaki strengthened her heart as she sent the reply to Yuna, finally accepting the Film Club's request. She should... no, she was certain that she can do it. It was her fault because she was too naïve when she accepted the offer, and now she should pay the consequence.
Rose from the lobby bench, Misaki turned her gaze to her neighbor. "Katagiri-san, let's go," She said.

---

"So... what kind of book do you need for the script?" Katagiri asked as she grabbed a book that caught her interest. She skimmed the book to see whether it was worth to be read.

"... About that, I think I should change the plan," Misaki answered, while she focused her view to find any interesting title on the bookshelf. She couldn't bring herself to tell Katagiri that erotic novel was the thing she needed the most.

In silence, Katagiri handed a book with a colorful cover to Misaki.

[Everyone is a Scriptwriter: Writing Script for Dummies]

The girl with medium-length hair gritted her teeth. "Are you making fun of me?" She scoffed, handing the book back to Katagiri. 

"Well, I think because you said this is your first time writing a script, this book may help." Katagiri put the book back to the shelf.

"I need references more than technical... Anyway, do you have any crime or mystery novel recommendations?" Misaki said while her eyes were still locked on the bookshelf. 

"... I don't read much fiction," Katagiri paused as she pulled another book from the bookshelf. "I'm more into movies for them."
"Why? I thought someone like you prefer to read rather than watch," The shorter girl said in disbelief.

"Maybe because I'm not imaginative enough..." Katagiri read the book synopsis on the back cover, then skimmed it through the pages.

Sudden idea popped out in Misaki's mind. She got a feeling that Katagiri at least witnessed an erotic scene in the movies. It might be a big help for her if Katagiri shares it.

Misaki turned and stared at Katagiri with a serious expression plastered on her face. "Say... is there any romantic or erotic scenes in the movies you had watched?"

The question from Misaki had Katagiri startled for a bit. The T University student never really bother if there was such scenes in the movies she had seen. "I think there are... but I don't remember which films," She answered honestly.

The girl beside Katagiri vented her disappointment. Misaki thought that her neighbor would help her much for this matter, but it seemed that Katagiri was just as clueless as her.

Felt guilty that she couldn't be much help, Katagiri cudgeled her brain, attempting to find a solution for the girl with whom she got acquainted less than two weeks. Then she remembered something that might help Misaki. "... I think I have some movie collections in my apartment," She informed.

A glimpse of spark... No, Misaki's eyes were sparkling when she heard Katagiri's words. That moment, Katagiri appeared as her knight in shining armor, rescuing her from all the mess that Film Club dumped upon her.

"Why don't you tell me sooner?!" Misaki said in a loud voice, shaking Katagiri's arms with both of her hands. The taller girl was too shocked by the sudden emotional burst from the former, making her stiffened for a bit.

"Y-you're too loud, Shimizu-san..." Katagiri said, lowering her voice while glancing to the surrounding. "... Also, you don't mention anything about romantic scene before."

Misaki looked around, finding some people in the same aisle staring at her. Hotness started to build up on her cheeks, realizing that she embarrassed herself.

"... Can you let me check on those?" Misaki said with a frown and slightly red puffed cheeks, probably feeling ashamed. Her right hand was still holding Katagiri's left arm.

"Sure. But before that, there's a book I would like to suggest for you." Katagiri shook her arm off from Misaki's hand.

"... What is it?" Misaki's eyes were showing confusion as she heard what Katagiri had said. She didn't expect that her neighbor was this considerate.

The taller girl pulled a colorful book that Misaki had already seen before. Katagiri handed that book with those eye-catching letters and cute illustrations to Misaki with a smile plastered on her face.

[Everyone is a Scriptwriter: Writing Script for Dummies]

[Love] is the most meaningless word in her life... until she meets that person.
In an event she despised the most, Misaki Shimizu met an alluring but calm and reserved girl on her age... that also happened to be her next-door neighbor.

[Love] is the word he holds dearly... reserved only for that person.
In an event he avoided at all costs, Hiroki Numazu encountered the girl whom he loves for the most time of his life.

But [Love] is the word which that person never thinks of...

- Calvin *no surname* -
"Look! It's First Prince Korrash!"
"He's so handsome! If only I were pretty enough..."
"It's really him! What's he doing here? He's a prince for Magia's sake!"
What? It's just a prince. No need to get so worked up about it. I slip through the crowd, narrowly dodging a worker caste golems titanic legs, pushing my way past untalented peasants, not that I aren't one of them, but I'm on a whole nother level.
A few gestures and I'm gone, no longer in the crowd. Not exactly. I'm invisible and untouchable, completely intangible, although only for a handful of seconds. It's an ample amount of time for me to escape the crowd and its suffocating density. Ha, take that Archmage Zeus. It took you thirteen years to develop somatic intangibility, but it only took me six! Albeit flawed; I can't see, hear or breath while using it.
I make my way to the USMA(University of the Study of the Magical Arts) and hurry to the examination. It was to test if you had the talent. I do, of course, but it's mandatory, to weed out the truth and the lie. 
First Prince Korrash had already done it - he's six years my senior after all, so he wasn't attending. His little sister, however, Third Princess Angelica, is at the age were you can begin attendance, fifteen. It used to be eighteen, but late training meant late blooming. 
And the real late bloomers? Some never reached their potential.
I arrive at the mass examination. Pomp and fanfare signals the arrival of the Third Princess and her entourage. There are three lines. One, for the high nobles. Those pompous idiots were totally incompetent and could only see everyone else as inferior. I know from experience.
The second line, for the lesser nobles. They were more bearable, but still annoying. They weren't as arrogant and demanding, but infuriatingly humble and meek.
The third line, for me and the other peasants. Manned by just a junior mage with an examination orb, simply not good enough to do it himself, without external aid. 
I stroll up to the third line and wait.
And wait.
And wait.
And wait.
The peasant population was simply too numerous. Even if only 1% attended, there would still be over ten thousand. 
*Five hours later*
My eyes have long since glazed over from the shear boredom of it all. The previously awe inspiring site of the university's entrance I had long ago stared at for the last time. The grand, twisting spires and the magestic halls I could glimpse were no more interesting than the cow dropping that had found its way to a man's dog.
"Next," I hear a boys monotonous voice and I blur forward. It's my turn now! The junior mage's listless gaze falls upon me, and he speaks. "No need to get so worked up. Name and age."
I ignore his rudeness; I tell him, 
"Calvin, age fifteen," The junior mage sighs. He would be here much longer than me, even if they were cycled through different people. 
"Place your hand on the orb," he says, yawning.
Eager to end this, which the boy mistook for hopeful optimism, I touch the orb, full handed. The boy yawns and sighs, again. "Positive talent."
"Finally!" I cry. 
"Enter the university via the main entrance. A guide will be waiting for you." The words drone out of his mouth, likely spoken hundreds of times before, rendered down to the uniform text that all examiners would come to have nightmares about.
Yes! I made it through the line without falling asleep!

*Len Kalers* 
I stare at the grand library. It is tall, countless shelves towering into the figurative sky in a winding madness, books, tomes and grimoires of all types; steamy romances to elemental theory, the USMA library has it all. I gulp at the enormity of it all.
The largest store of knowledge of all types, in one place. Twelve floors of the greatest compilation of books, right here in front of me.
I creep over to a shelf and read the name of a book. 'The Modern Dramatic Mage's Essential Repertoire'. I flip it open, skimming. Inside is a mass of poses and gestures, chants and scripts, the timing between them all, for essential dramatic magic. I look at the name of one spell. 'Brilliant Flash'. A spell which creates a bright flash of light and holy magica, to stun and damage.

[ This is a WoS novel (World of Systems) ]
Everyone, from birth, has a system. Every one. From summoner systems to gun systems to even maid systems, there's a system for everything. Cal, has a mage-type system. Yay.


ROSE P.O.V.

He left me at the gym, alone. Tracing my fingers on my neck, I could still feel the chill of his lips on my skin.

He's so hot! 

My subconscious confessed. Just pipe down! I've not come here to throw myself at a stranger and become his so-called 'girlfriend'. I came here to achieve my dreams, I try to remind myself. 

Going back to my friends, I found them chatting with each other at the canteen, 

"Renee seems occupied today" I mused when I saw her busy typing away on her cell phone.

"Yeah, she's always busy with her boyfriend." Violet retorted, grinning widely whilst chewing her hamburger.

"Renee has a boyfriend?, I'm shocked!!" I quizzed, covering my mouth dramatically and took a seat beside Grace.

"He's just a friend" Renee struggled to cover and quickly keep her cellphone on the table.

"I don't understand what's there in accepting that you love someone." I asserted teasingly I've observed this a lot, when someone's asked about their supposed romances they say he's just a friend but on the wedding, guess what! The beloved groom is the same, so-called 'good friend'.

"Oh, then you need to tell me where you were for so long, no one goes to the restroom for so long" said Grace this time.

"I...I went to the library" I lied, I couldn't tell them that I was 'having a steamy session' with a stranger.

"Oh. You know our university takes us to hike at Breakneck Ridge every winter. Are you coming?" She asked and without waiting for my reply, she added, "Come on, it will be fun." 

"Umm, I'll think about it." I said and got back to my food.

While everyone was busy with their businesses, my mind was fixed on Lorenzo. Why is he doing this? he doesn't even know me.

"Hey I'm feeling too sleepy, I'll get back to the dorm," I informed my friends.

"Okay, you want me to join?" Grace asked. I really liked this girl, always ready to be there for me.

"No, no I'll get there by myself, it's okay" I answered and made my way towards the dorm room.

Going inside the room I kept my keys on the study table, took my sandals off, and hopped on to my bed. Suddenly the sound of a soft mewl reached my ears. I ignored it at first, trying to get some sleep but then it came again.

"Who's there?" I inquired in a low voice while getting up from my bed, but received no answers.

"Who's there?" I repeated again, a little louder.

As I reached the window, what I saw made me feel relieved. It was a cat, an adorable Persian cat with a beautiful thick brown fur, staring at me with those big brown eyes. But the question was, how did it come inside? Were pets even allowed at NYU? 

"Where did you come from, kitty?" I asked the cat-like he was going to answer me. Then I noticed from the corner of my eyes that the window was open. Of course, it would have come from the window.

I chose to keep him inside, intending to give him back if someone came looking. Getting back into my bed I patted on the space beside me, signaling him to come, but he instantly made his way onto my lap.

"Aren't you a smart cat?" I asked, delighted by his actions. I scratched around his ears and chin as he plopped his head on my lap, enjoying the scratch. His soft long hair tempted me to cuddle with him more and he rubbed against my arm purring contentedly. After our short petting session we both grew tired, the cat curled up into a ball cuddling up to me, ready to sleep while I lay on my pillow. A while later, this was how I ended up sleeping with a cat.

I woke up in the evening and saw that the cat had already left, 'he might have gone out from the window, it was a cute cat though' I thought.

After freshening up I decided to complete my homework and sat on my study table. My literature professor Mrs. James loved giving assignments. My assignment being writing about nature. I was actually glad about it, since I'm a nature lover, so it's a piece of cake for me to write about. 

By the time I finished my assignment, it was dinner time but Grace hadn't returned yet, we always ate dinner together but she was late today. I tried calling her but she wouldn't pick up, so I ended up going to the nearby restaurant on my own, hoping that they served Chinese there. I was craving for some Chinese food. I know I'm an Indian so why do I love Chinese food more? I really don't have an answer.

Rose is a girl with plans, until she meets this Italian vamp. She is a delivery flower which has been captured by the beauty of a beast (vampire), she feels a string tied to him that she cannot break. What will happen when she comes to know that she is ‘His only beloved’?

Late that night, Jackie lay in bed staring up at the ceiling.  The bedside clock mocked her, its relentless red light blinking 12:47.

I need to get to sleep.  Everyones showing up at 7:00 tomorrow, expecting to start getting the lodge ready to roll.  She sighed deeply, knowing sleep was nowhere close.  Her thoughts raced as she replayed the day in her mind, from the visit from the insurance representative, to the staff meeting, to her trip to the island with Scott.

Scott.  What had happened between them had been mind-blowing.  Hed expertly brought her to orgasm with no intention of satisfying himself.

Whats that about?  Her sex still tingled at the memory of his hand there.

She thought of him down the hall, pictured him alone in his room.  She wondered if he was still awake, propped up in bed, shirtless, with those reading glasses hed been wearing the other night.  God, those were sexy.  She wondered what hed been reading.  She thought of the steamy romances that filled her Kindle, and she smirked.  Somehow, she didnt think Scott was the steamy romance type.

Although  He certainly knew his way around a female body.  Yes, he did.

Her mind drifted to other things.  While shed been preparing dinner, Blake had called to say that Amy was out of jail and that the charges had been dropped.  But hed said that they planned to stay in California until the following week in order to take care of some important matters.

Then, just as shed put Grant and Emma to bed, her parents had called to inform her of their travel plans.  Theyd be arriving in Toronto in two days and would rent a car so that no one would need to pick them up.

That meant that in addition to preparing the lodge rooms for guests, Jackie would need to decide where Jim and Ann would stay.  Not lost on her was the fact that theyd be meeting Scott.

Which meant what, exactly?  It wasnt as if they were dating, per se.  Theyd been to dinner once.  Then thered been the time in the island cabin when hed

Now Im back to that again.  The tingle was back, and her hand drifted under the covers and further south.

At the same time, she heard a cough on the baby monitor from Emmas room.  A second later, Emma cried out.  Mommy!

Jackie leaped out of bed, threw open her door, and dashed down the hallway, clad only in her bedtime uniform of a black Green Day t-shirt and a pair of pink panties.  As she passed Grants room, Bear, who was curled up beside the boys bed, lifted his head for a moment only to rest it once again on his huge paws.

Whats the matter, sweetie? she asked as she entered Emmas room and flipped on the light.  In tears, Emma was sitting up in the middle of the bed, and she had clearly thrown up all over.

Oh, baby, Jackie soothed.  Its okay.  Lets get you to the bathroom.  Carefully, she pulled back the princess covers and guided Emma to her feet.  The minute Jackie touched her daughter, she knew she had a fever.

They almost made it to the bedroom door before Emma vomited again, spattering the hardwood floor with the remnants of her dinner.  Jackie propelled the child more quickly toward the hallway bathroom.  

Theyd just reached the bathroom door when Scott stepped out of his room.  Hey, is everything okay?

Emma chose that moment to hurl for the third time.  Jackie rolled her eyes.  Apparently we have a stomach bug.  She feels like maybe she has a fever.

Scott turned to toss his book onto his bed.  Here, let me help, he said. 

Jackie shook her head.  Ive got it, thanks.  Im sorry we woke you.

You didnt wake me, I was up reading.  He walked to Jackie and gently cupped her elbow.  You take care of Emma.  Ill clean up the mess.

No, you dont have to, really, Jackie objected, steering Emma to the bathtub.

Jackie.  His tone was firm and determined.  

Jackie gazed up at him, just realizing that he was once again shirtless, dressed in only a worn pair of jeans, his broad chest lightly flecked with blond hair.  As she watched, he gathered up his long blond hair and fastened it into a knot with a band from his pocket.

Resigned, she sighed.  Okay.  Ill get her into the bath.  I was going to take her bedding downstairs and throw it into the washer.  And obviously, I was going to clean up the floor.

Ive got it.  Just take care of Emma.  He pressed a light kiss to Jackies temple, a simple gesture that made her throat ache and brought tears to her eyes.  

By the time Jackie finished bathing Emma, the little girl was barely awake.  Jackie released the water from the tub and wrapped Emma in a fluffy blue towel.  

Scott popped his head in.  The floors are clean.  Bedding is in the washing machine.  I was going to remake the bed, but I couldnt find sheets.

Thats okay.  Ill take her to bed with me.  She hesitated.  If you could get her a new nightgown, though

Im on it.  Where will I find one?

Top drawer of her dresser.  Thanks!

He gave her a wink and disappeared, reappearing moments later with a pink nightgown featuring a sparkly pony.

Perfect, thanks.  Jackie took the gown and quickly dressed the sleepy child.

Mommy, she murmured, I dont feel good.

I know, baby, I know.  Jackie stood and hefted Emma into her arms, resting the childs head on her shoulder.

Scott followed as Jackie carried Emma toward her own bedroom.  Glancing down, she noticed the clean floor.  She looked up to Scott.  Thank you.  I really appreciate your help.

We make a good team.

We do.  Youre right.  Her smile was grateful.  Well see you in the morning.  

Scott turned to head back to his room.  Softly, she called after him.  Thank you again.

Looking back, he nodded.  Any time.

Scott returned to his room, scooped up his tattered copy of Legends of the Fall, and settled against the pillows at the head of the bed.  But the story no longer held his interest.  He set the book on the bedside table and interlaced his fingers behind his head.

He wondered how Emma was doing down in Jackies room.  When hed heard the commotion in the hallway, hed come out just in time to see the little girl get sick.  Offering to help had been pure instinct.  It was who he was.

If I hadnt been here, Jackie would have had to deal with everything by herself.  He pondered that thought for a moment.  She was strong, that woman.  Insisted that she had it covered.  And she did, really.  He wondered if shed ever be open to sharing her responsibilities on a long-term basis.

Long-term?  Maybe Im getting ahead of myself.  Scott thought back to the moment a few days earlier when hed first flown to Lake Miranda.  Before that, he hadnt even known Jackie.  He realized that now, it would be difficult to see a future without her.

But if she couldnt see her way clear to gift him her submission, could he be satisfied with a vanilla existence?  He sighed deeply.  Hed never insist.  Submission could never be demanded; it had to be earned.  Hed have to earn her trust.

His thoughts strayed to that moment in the cabin.  He hadnt planned it.  But Jackie was so tight and controlled, everything in her life just so.  He knew that if she let him, he could set her free.  Giving her release against the wall of the cabin was just the beginning.

Predictably, shed wanted to reciprocate.  He smiled to himself.  She just cant stand to feel like she owes somebody.

Oh, Jackie, he murmured to himself.

The image of Jackie in her t-shirt and panties popped into his head.  Shed looked different the night shed come to him in that wispy blue nightgown.  He supposed the t-shirt was her regular style.  Truthfully, either one was sexy as hell.

Although if she shared his bed, shed be naked.  Hed never want any barriers between them.  The image captured the attention of his cock, which performed a noteworthy salute.  Getting Jackie off had amped up his libido, no question about it.  

Restlessly, he stalked to his ensuite bathroom, peeled off his jeans, and stepped into the shower.  As hot water poured over him, he palmed some spiced-musk shower gel and gripped his turgid member, using the other hand to prop himself against the tile wall.  Eyes closed, he visualized the curve of Jackies ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the black t-shirt shed been wearing.  His thoughts moved to the afternoon in the cabin with his hand on her pussy.  Hed felt her heat through the denim, and her moans had made it hard for him to resist bending her over the back of the couch and taking her from behind.  

His moment built as his hand stroked faster until he came, grunting softly as his essence spurted over his hand and onto the floor of the shower, only to be washed down the drain.  Heart pounding, he breathed deeply, his thirst only partially slaked.  What he really wanted was Jackie.



LUKE & BELLA
Traveling the world is the job of a lifetime.
No wonder they fell in love.
Too bad Luke forgot to mention to Bella that he’s Dominant.
LOST & BOUND
Spoiled Hollywood starlet Shasta is used to getting her own way.
She’s met her match in Dominant mountain man Blake.
FOR SPARROW
Judd promised to look after young widow Jessi until she finds a new Dominant.
What if he’d like to be that man?
WARRIOR MINE
Can strong, independent single mom Jackie possibly agree to submit to Dominant outdoorsman Scott?
Sex scenes/explicit content, Suggest age range 18+
The Dream Dominant Collection is by Pandora Spocks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Cuddle Hormone – otherwise known as Oxytocin 
It has been more or less an hour since Damien had decided to be all cutesy and sleep on Katherine's belly. 
And she liked cuddling with him a lot, except that… she had begun to develop a possible muscle spasm or at least she was sure that her leg had already fallen asleep, making her afraid to move it as she would probably shriek.
How could she deny him this closeness? Damien rarely shows his vulnerable side to her — The King deserves to be cuddled.
But what was she supposed to do? This particular King's leg had blocked the blood flow in her right leg and she was too much of a chicken to move because apart from the painful stab, she was also afraid that she was going to wake him up as Damien was such a light sleeper.
Katherine just had to try… even just a little to the left—'Aaah!' she screamed in her head and flinched when she felt pins and needles stabbing her right foot. 
She bit her bottom lip and prayed that it will go away on its own when all of a sudden, Damien just happened to turn to the other side, releasing her from his grasp. 
Breathing out a sigh of relief, she tried so hard to swing her legs off the bed, and after wincing a few times, she managed to find her way to the bathroom for a shower. 
Unbeknownst to this Kitten, there was a small smile on Damien's lips when he heard the bathroom door close. Actually, he had already woken up the moment he noticed her discomfort when she shifted in her position, which was why he rolled to the other side. 
With his eyes closed, Damien could hear the sound of water running inside the bathroom and his dirty thoughts brought him there. 
He was not proud of it but he wasn't going to chase his thoughts away either, especially not after an image of Katherine lathering up in foamy body wash and throwing a wink at him appeared in his mind — she was such a tease too, all her sensitive body parts were strategically covered with bubbles. 
'Great. Idiot. Didn't you just sign up to be celibate for her sake two nights ago? Now you've just signed your own death warrant when your perverted mind decided to fantasize about your girlfriend taking a shower,' he scolded himself.
Though it's not like he's entirely at fault right? He was just sleeping anyway but Katherine just happened to take a hot, steamy shower while he was just a door away. "Damn it, Damien — Calm your sh*t."
A few agonizing minutes later, he heard the door to the bathroom open.
Katherine had to steel herself to walk out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her moist body and another one on her hair. She had forgotten to bring a change of clothes, so at the present, she was tiptoeing towards her closet to grab a set of clothes before hurrying back to the bathroom.
And as hard as Damien tried to keep himself from taking a peek, his right eyelid seemed to have a mind of its own when it snuck a glance, just in time to see her glistening legs before she closed the damn door.
He could only curse at himself. The curling of his lips upward was that of a satisfied grin — he was only half apologetic about having snuck a peek.
Feeling more comfortable, his consciousness drifted him back to sleep. Damien woke up an hour later to a grumbling stomach. It was almost three in the afternoon and he hadn't eaten yet. 
He slid out of the bed, washed his face and headed out to look for Katherine only to find her in the kitchen, busying herself with a dish that smelled incredible – it made his stomach complain once again. 
Damien patted his abdomen and stopped in his tracks just to fully appreciate the sight in front of him. Katherine wore a loose white shirt and mini shorts with an apron tied to her waist, and her luscious hair tied up into a high ponytail while she had her back to him as she was working her magic in the pot. This sight for him was such a turn on — probably even more than the one he had seen earlier after her shower.
He stood several meters away with both of his hands in his pockets just watching her. He saw her turn around and noticed the way her eyes lit up when she met his stare. 
'How beautiful,' he thought when he saw her form a sweet smile on her lips and called his name.
"Damien, you're awake." 
"Mm." He returned her smile and started walking forward until he stood in front of her.
Then a sudden realization hit Damien. There was this tug in his heart that was too apparent to ignore. 
"I bet you're hungry. You're just in time. The food is—" 
Katherine sucked in air when Damien shut her up by capturing her lips with his own, her face cupped in his hands. She must have done something right with her cooking this time — Damien had not even tasted it yet but he was already giving her a reward and she wasn't going to refuse so she returned his kisses.
Pulling back, Damien turned his lips upward and saw her surprised reaction as if questioning why he stopped. But he just had to take in everything, as if wanting to reassure himself —'Yes, you're not wrong, brain, she's definitely the reason.'
"What?" she asked.
Shaking his head, he said, "Nothing. I'm famished."
…
Several days later and it was already the 1st of June.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon when Katherine knocked on the door to Damien's office.  After hearing his signal, she pushed it open and sauntered towards his desk.
"There's an invitation for a Charity Gala on June 23rd," she said as she held out a black envelope to Damien who got up from his chair and walked around his desk to meet her halfway. Instead of receiving the invitation from her, he reached his hand out, pulled her by the hand and placed an arm around her waist.
"Mr. Park, I'm still on the clock," she whispered when he pressed his nose and lips against her hair just beside her ear.
He had been busy and was on his computer the whole day. He just had to take a quick break — and Katherine was just the right fix.
"I know. And the last time I checked, you're working for me. We are still technically working." He placed a kiss on her jaw. "Only… Right now, I'm trying to work on you."
"Oh, shush. You know what I mean." She felt his chest shake when he chuckled, his laughter was the sexiest thing she heard the entire day, making her giggle.
"Can't I just work and have pleasure at the same time? You're my secretary… you're supposed to support me with this stuff."
"Yes, and as your secretary, I need to do my job, President Park."
"Have you ever thought of office romances, Ms. Miller? I can't be the only one thinking about—"
Katherine gently placed her hands on his chest and pushed him, waving the invitation to his face. "You need to check this, so I can RSVP."
Damien groaned, snatched the black envelope from her hand but still kept a protective arm wrapped around her waist.
"What is it this time?" he sighed as he tried to open the envelope.
Taking out a few cards inside, he read the bold print on the first card that read: "Luxury For A Cause"
He quickly scanned the card until he saw the beneficiary of the said Charity Gala and he frowned. "Did my uncle send this?"
Nodding, Katherine replied, "I received it just now. How should I respond?"
Putting the invitation away, Damien said, "We're going." 
Even though he didn't like his uncle, the charity was for the cancer foundation that the Park family had been supporting all throughout the years ever since his grandfather was diagnosed of having one many years ago and especially when the latter died because of it. It was something that he could not refuse.
"Okay," Katherine responded and received the invitation back. She was just about to turn away when Damien pulled her back, staring at her with such an intense gaze. She raised a brow as though she was questioning him silently.
"When I said we're going, I meant I was going and you're coming with me as my date." Damien just had to make it clear for her as he didn't want her to think that she was attending the event with him as his secretary.
There was just something in the way Damien looked at her that she found herself unable to produce anything more than just a syllable, especially when she could hear her own heart beating in her ear. 
"Oh." She gulped.


"Today, I choose you. And I'll choose you over and over again. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I'll keep choosing you.” -A

What would happen when a top assassin with a tragic background suddenly wakes up losing her memory after a long coma?
 
Five years after living her new identity, Katherine meets many misfortunes. With the help of her friend, she takes on the role of a secretary-slash-assistant for the country’s popular bachelor, Damien Park, Aka the Resort King. But who would have thought that on her first day of work, her boss would end up being her bane of existence?
 
With a smirk on his devilish, handsome face, Damien drags her to his office and presses her against the wall until his face is just inches away… “How dare you show up in front of me five years late?”
 
Surprised by the forceful antics of the man in front of her, Katherine blurted, “Mister Whoever you are, let me go!”
 
“What? Whoever... I am? Kitten, you better not think that you can get away with feigning ignorance. After disappearing that night, I thought you would already be on the other side of the world. Is being my secretary another one of your lies? Laughable.”
 
Katherine’s fate from then on entangled with his as she began to spend more time with him. The more she does, the more her true self is revealed... and this would scare her. 

Will she allow herself to fall in love with him? 
 
***
 
Twirling the knife in her hand skillfully, Katherine stared daggers at the man before her. As she stands from her seat, she stabs the knife on the wooden table in front of her in a bang!

Tied up with his hands behind his back, yet the man before her didn’t seem to feel a bit of fear.
 
She saunters wearing only her lace underwear and a white long cardigan over it, a small sexy smile appeared on her face. Her fingers gently caressing the chin of Damien Park as her sweet voice resounded out in the room. “I never would have thought there would come a day where I would be facing you 
like this... Mr. Park, would you like to see me dance?”
 
Chuckling slightly, Damien finds her provocation very tempting. "Let's see what you've got."
 
Discovering the secrets and unfolding the truth of her past, will she spare Damien's life or will she kill him?

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hey everybody I'm almost finished compiling the list for my first update!!

but to give a heads up this weeks update will be featuring...drumroll please.........no?..ok
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*disclaimer all of the books/comics that will be in this list and more lists to come will be my PERSONAL OPINION...I will not be giving any spoilers just the books and where you can find them.(and me emphasizing how awesome they are.)

my Wattpad is in my bio(most or all of the books will be in my reading lists on wattpad) and like I said above these are my personal opinions so when I say hardcore romances I mean action-filled and or dangerous plot twists, things like that.

see you guys Monday with a new update!!
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Felizmente, ele não estava morto, apenas desmaiou, mas não tem certeza de quanto tempo permaneceu em coma. Foram dias, semanas, meses ou anos? Ele não sabia.

Despertando de seu sono de beleza, os olhos do jovem se abriram lentamente. Ao fazer isso, ele se sentiu um pouco tonto e sua visão um pouco embaçada. Ele não conseguia ver bem.

Piscando de vez em quando, ele se ajustava e se adaptava ao ambiente atual antes de se sentar e endireitar seu corpo.

Olhando em volta, ele se viu deitado em cima de um beliche. Multidões deles estavam alinhados em uma ordem um tanto militarista dentro de uma cabana de madeira. A luz do teto tinha uma vibração ocidental e um ambiente dos velhos tempos.

"Onde ... onde eu estou ...?" Ele questionou duvidosamente. Incrédulo, ele piscou mais uma vez e esfregou os olhos.

Ah, então ... eu estou em um acampamento ...

Dentro de um campo militarista americano para ser exato

"Será que ... eu realmente atravessei o Universo Marvel ...?" O jovem murmurou baixinho, as palavras ditas significavam apenas para ele.

Sua mente rapidamente circulou em um estado de confusão de redemoinho. Ele rapidamente precisava verificar seu estado de realidade naquele momento e agora mais ele chegara à noção de que enlouquecera.
O jovem imediatamente olhou para baixo e puxou os botões da calça e o zíper. Ele deu um suspiro de alívio depois disso.

Felizmente, esse carinha ainda está aqui ... e ... parece ser maior que o normal ...

Parece que minha alma atravessou, mas meu corpo não.

Atualmente, ele não conseguia verificar sua aparência, mas sabia que sua formação era a de um estrangeiro ocidental. Ele deveria ser bonito também, se não mais. Obviamente, isso foi baseado no estudo de sua pele clara e do rapaz abaixo.

Em sua última vida, ele era apenas um órfão que fora criado por uma família no final de sua idade. Sua infância consistiu muito em solidão solene e muitas vezes passou sozinha. Ele só tinha romances para se divertir no sistema de orfanatos. Gostava de se perder no mundo dos romances nos tempos livres. Seu interesse se inclinava para os romances de renascimento, para que ele aceitasse experimentar um tipo de renascimento em uma realidade alternativa.

Bem, aconteça o que acontecer, acontece, mas é melhor conhecer o meu entorno. Afinal, este é um novo ambiente e um estilo de vida diferente. Mais importante, eu deveria verificar meu dedo de ouro.
Ele estava perdido em pensamentos, preparado para explorar as profundezas de sua mente para verificar se tinha algum sistema de dedos de ouro quando, de repente, a porta se abriu e um homem loiro entrou.

Vendo o jovem recuperar a consciência, a outra parte sorriu alegremente e rapidamente caminhou em sua direção.

Percebendo a aparência da outra parte, o jovem foi rápido em agir. Ele tem certeza de que essa pessoa provavelmente é sua própria amiga.

Se ele conseguir manter uma conversa amigável e casual com esse amigo, sem revelar nenhuma falha, ele deve ser capaz de identificar sua identidade e os eventos atuais do mundo.

Este seria seu primeiro julgamento iniciando seu renascimento e o caminho para a grandeza, ou seja, para se adaptar e se misturar sem causar muita confusão. Seria difícil, mas o sucesso valeria a pena.

Os lábios do jovem se curvaram para um sorriso, sua aura quente e amigável, mas depois que seu amigo falou, seu sorriso torceu e de repente endureceu.

"Kyle, você está bem?"

Filho da puta! É um maldito inglês!
O jovem olhou para o amigo, a cabeça inclinada para o lado e o rosto cheio de preocupações. Seu sorriso desapareceu no abismo e seu rosto escureceu. Ele fechou a boca logo depois, ousando não responder.

Ele realmente queria xingar em voz alta.

Eu não seria capaz de entender o idioma depois de atravessar ?! Por que este mundo não fala português depois de atravessar ?! Foda-se, foda-se, foda-se! Seus romances de renascimento são enganosos!

Para dizer o mínimo, o jovem era apenas um estudante do ensino médio que ainda não havia se formado nem interagia com estrangeiros ocidentais. Não importa o quão bem ele se saísse em suas aulas de inglês, seria impossível se comunicar em língua nativa com estrangeiros ocidentais.

Sem mencionar, sua identidade era agora a de um estrangeiro. Se ele falasse em uma frase quebrada, apenas se exporia. Além disso, mesmo que ele entendesse, ele não entendia uma única palavra que seu amigo falasse.

Vendo o rosto do jovem embranquecer, seu amigo ficou preocupado. "Kyle, o que há de errado? Você está bem? Você precisa de um médico? O que posso fazer por você? Você está bem, certo?

Porra! Mãe de Deus, vá embora! Porra!
O jovem engoliu em seco e deu um sorriso feio. Ele se forçou a entender enquanto seu punho fechado estava agora cheio de suor frio. Ele nunca pensou que uma barreira linguística o colocaria em um dilema.

Justo quando ele se preparou para responder, embora com relutância, de repente viu uma série de cartões brancos pairando sobre o cabelo de seu amigo, que se movia em círculos lentos.

Seu amigo parecia não perceber os cartões brancos pairando no alto. Talvez porque seu foco esteja nele, ele não percebeu.

Quatro cartões brancos? O que é isso?

「Conjunto de uniforme militar de soldado americano」

Icycl Ciclista iniciante 」

「Lutador de rua iniciante」

English Proficiência em inglês para iniciantes 」

O cartão branco de Sold Conjunto de Uniforme Militar dos Soldados Americanos had tinha uma nota abaixo afirmando que o cartão não era extraível, enquanto os outros três estavam disponíveis para extrair.

Os jovens ignoraram os três primeiros cartões brancos e concentraram-se intensamente no cartão branco "Proficiência em inglês para iniciantes". O cartão oferecia ao proprietário a capacidade de dominar o inglês falado e o escrito em seu nível básico.

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