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Master of Time

If you have the power to travel anywhere in time, armed with your knowledge, what would you do? Could you prevent wars, natural disasters and the economic crisis? Do you really want to? Wouldn’t you prefer to play God instead? Afterall, only God should have the power to control time. This is the story of my life. It is not for the faint of heart. I never wish for this power, yet I was granted it, nonetheless. I have watched the Great Pyramid being built, Rome being sacked, and unaccountable number of bloodsheds in the names of long forgotten Kings and Queens. Empire rises and falls, yet I remain. That is the single truth. Even the Modern Era is but a tiny drop in the ocean of time. History is just an experience to me. New Hollywood, what is that? Is that more interesting than the Great Migration or The Exodus? I will tell you all about it, the countless lives I have lived. As the Master of Time, time itself is my servant. It is loyal to a fault, preventing death from claiming me. In effect, it forces me to wander all of time and space, for all of eternity. I wonder when, if ever I will be free from this curse and this gift! Disclaimer: Story contains graphical sex scene. Tags: Time Travel, Ruthless Protagonist, Male Protagonist, Godly Power, Alternate History, Celebrities, Wars, Conquests, Kingdom Building. ******************** Discord Server https://discord.gg/ffazvKp

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To Summon a Demon

Spending the whole night together with Pauline is exactly what I did.

But if I want to be technical about it, it is more like spending the whole night inside of her. She is more or less a mean for me to get rid of my unending erection despite realizing that there is probably more to her story than meet the eyes.

It is fairly obvious from all the photos hanging around the house. Also, the unoccupied bedroom down the hallway is filled with belongings of a child.

A deceased child, most likely. Her child.

While I am somewhat curious just because, I am not curious enough to ponder about it for more than a few short moments. The private life that Pauline has lived is no concern of mine.

I probably wouldn't see Pauline again any time soon after today.