pee drinking stories

Yang Ge had never been the greatest in the world. But later, everyone in the realm of martial artists said he was the greatest in the world… PS1: This is a story about friendship, ideals, and reconciliation. PS2: The second place in the world is also good PS3: People strive for fame and fortune, struggling for a lifetime, and finally realize that it's just a bubble

The little duchess' life seems to be perfect, especially after her wedding with the most desired bachelor in the kingdom, the one who drove out all the monster from the Black Wood. Despite her father's initial protests, Iris is able to marry the love of her life and feels that the rest of her life will only be bliss. But not everything is what is seems at her new home and little by little secrets revail themselves, making Iris understand the reasons behind her father's protests. ---------------- Her wedding night found Iris more nervous than she thought. The maids bathed her and changed her into a nightgown which was semi transparent, the silhouette of her body being evident throughout the thin material. After the maids left she laid down on her bed, but only for a second. Her nerves didn’t let her lay there, she couldn’t even sit on it as she knew what was to come. Or at least she thought she knew as she, like all noble girls, was taught about the duty of a wife in the bedroom. But she didn’t know about the tingling in her stomach and the heat coming from inside her from those lessons. No, those were the feelings her now husband showed her with only a kiss. That thought made her touch her lips with her finger. She blushed when she remembered the kiss, the one that started all of this. It happened only a month ago, on a dark night with no stars in the sky and the moon hiding behind the dark clouds, promising a heavy rain. But not a single drop fell yet and the castle's garden was lit by small torches which trew trembling shadows on the ground. She could remember his hands touching her arched back and caressing it while his other hand touched her cheek before sliding behind her head, entangled in her beautifully done hair. He looked passionately into her eyes, his green eyes making her forget about anything else. The smell that came from him drew her closer until their lips touched and she closed her eyes, letting herself drown in that blissful feeling, in those hard arms. He made her forget everything outside their embrace. They forgot where they were and the reason they were there. They forgot about the ballroom full of chatting people, full of music and dance. It was only them at that moment, in the garden. “You son of a bitch!” a cry woke them and they separated from each other. “You will pay for this!”. The man that was screaming at them approached and before Iris realized what was happening, he punched her partner hard.

A burned out detective coasting to retirement and an unstable FBI profiler must join forces to prove their mutual friend is not a serial killer. And figure out who really is. The Drinking Game is created by Chris Redding an eGlobal Publishing Creative Signed Author.

In a world ravaged by extreme heat and a zombie apocalypse, the line between humans and animals blurs as mutations run rampant. Feng Chen, once betrayed and devoured by his girlfriend, awakens to a second chance. Reborn ten days before the cataclysm, he possesses newfound powers that allow him to alter fate. Driven by vengeance, Feng Chen sets out to confront those who wronged him. But revenge isn’t his only goal. As the apocalypse looms, he must navigate treacherous alliances, gather allies, and perhaps even form a harem. With his eyes set on survival and ascension, Feng will rise from the ashes to become the ultimate deity in this chaotic world. ** Somewhat Inspired From Global Freeze**

have a taste of you before you run again...

Pee pee poo poo jokes are funny I guess.

"he hurt you, rooki." "yeah, but he's a keeper." no matter what he did, no matter how much he hurt him, he still loved him. he couldn't let him go, so he kept running back. now he can't get away. unless he did something that he can't take back.

A human boy who has a special role. A witch who decided she'd tagged along. A reapress who helped them on the way. Another witch who followed them one day. A prisoner freed from his chains. Lyte just wanted to unite the Keepers and retrieve the stolen cursed Wind Goddess Statue. He met some poeple along the way to help him in his journey but tragedy struck when one of them stabbed him on the back. He might be prepared to face the challenges ahead, but was he prepared when betrayal smacked him in the face?

Il est intéressant de réfléchir et de se poser des questions . Cela peut être le but d'une vie , bien qu'une seule ne suffise pas .

The waters that housed the harbinger lay before him. He could make out her form floating in the water. He wouldn't try to reach her, not yet but the time was not long in coming. Soon he would have the power she comands and with it his will would rise and the world it will conquer. A devilish grin slipped onto his face and grew, his laugh rang out bouncing on the walls of the cave and echoing through its halls. Anyone within earshot had already been erased. He looked behind him to the guardian laying dead on the floor. The corpse would be found and the death reported until it reached the keepers' ears. 'Let them come' he thought, he would show them true power. With that he turned and left the cave. * * * * Ripples in the water awaken the harbinger from her thousand year slumber. The strings have been tampered with, a world is dying, fate must be restored. Sinister forces are at play, the peace of the world is threatened. The keepers must once again rise to the call of their harbinger