Just stories written while im on the toilet or in the restroom in general

Lee Taekyung has a one-sided love for Min Haesoo. One day Haesoo finds Taekyung jerking off in the bathroom and he gets a picture. Taekyung begs him to keep it a secret, and Haesoo promises he will, as long as Taekyung does everything he says...

"Don't worry, Boss, I promise to complete the mission!" Qu Changlin patted his chest and promised. He did not mind even if his boss was not there personally to see it, and he gave his promise first.
"I like your attitude, Changlin. That's why you are one of our Haunted House's best employees. That is why I've assigned you an important location like the bathroom. I hope you won't disappointment me."
"As long as he enters this scenario, I guarantee you that he will walk in but crawl out."
"The man is attention-detailed and very dangerous. I will disconnect my communication with you later to prevent your location from being exposed, but I will follow your movement through the cameras."
"Boss, I will not disappoint you." After Qu Changlin gave another promise, he was reminded of something. He lowered his voice to ask, "Boss, the closest scenario to mine is the Pen Spirit. Did something happen to Xiao Die?"
"Xiao Die is fine. Don't worry about other people, focus on your job! He is coming. I will wait for the good news in the surveillance room." The middle-aged man hung up soon. At the same time, the door of the bathroom creaked open.
…
"Why didn't the bathroom in the Haunted House get separated according to gender? This is too unprofessional." Chen Ge pushed open the door to Nightmare Academy's bathroom. A pungent smell immediately assaulted him. "Such a thick stench of disinfectant. What happened here that required so much disinfectant?"
Taking out the diary from his backpack, Chen Ge tried to find the answer from it, but to his disappointment, there was nothing useful from the entry about the bathroom. It only mentioned vaguely that something was hiding inside the fourth cubicle.
"According to the diary, the worker should be hiding inside the fourth cubicle. When the visitor walks past it, the worker suddenly jumps out, but won't that lower the scare factor?"
When Chen Ge first read the diary, he easily came up with a solution. If the worker was hiding inside the fourth cubicle, he would stand inside the third cubicle and observe the situation inside the fourth cubicle before making a decision. But once he walked into the bathroom at the end of the corridor, Chen Ge changed his mind. The smell of disinfectant there was really too heavy.
There had to be a reason that the bathroom had been arranged like that. Could it be to hide something? To use the smell of the disinfectant to hide the smell of something else…
"What kind of thing is both scary and smelly?" Chen Ge tried to come up with an answer as he walked into the bathroom. There were many cracks on the floor, and many creepy sentences were written unevenly on the wall. Occasionally, lizards crawled along the walls and ceiling, causing a rustling sound.
There was no window, and an old table lamp that gave off a red light was placed in the corner. Underneath the lamp was a small black box.
"What's this?"
Normally, such things would not be found inside a toilet. Chen Ge walked past the first cubicle and stopped next to the lamp. He reached out to open the little black box, and inside it was a note that read—Do you like our prank?
Underneath the note was a group picture. A bunch of children were looking at the camera nervously, and only the kid at the most edge was grinning like crazy. On the back of the picture, Chen Ge found another sentence—It was just a prank, bro.
"A prank, is it?" The diary gave little clues. Chen Ge did not know what theme of this scenario was. He picked up the strange box and placed it inside his backpack—he had a feeling that he would have a use for it later.
Chen Ge's action was being silently observed by a pair of eyes in the dark. The person could not understand the reasoning behind it. Inside the bathroom that was stinking and set up like a crime scene, why would anyone stuff a random object inside one's bag?
Holding the backpack with one arm, Chen Ge examined the table lamp again. He switched it on and off several times and left after ensuring that there was nothing wrong with it.
"The bathroom comprises of the sink and six cubicles. There are no other items in here, and there is nothing obviously wrong with the lamp. So, the person should still be hiding inside the cubicle." Chen Ge had experienced something similar at Mu Yang High School before. He did not feel fear, but his heart was surfeited by this feeling of déjà vu.
He opened the door of the first cubicle. It was thick with the smell of disinfectant. Chen Ge pinched his nose and examined the cubicle patiently.
He found complaints written on the walls of the cubicle.
"He made my clothes wet again today. I hate Xiao Lin!"
"Xiao Lin pulled the chair back when I tried to sit down, and it caused me to fall to the ground."
"Xiao Lin planted a frog inside my drawer! I'm going to puke!"
They were as mentioned earlier, pranks, but all of them mentioned Xiao Lin. The boy seemed to be the class prankster, and many classmates had fallen victim.
"There doesn't seem to be anything truly scary." Chen Ge scanned the words. The messages inside the cubicle appeared so innocent compared to the messages left at the Third Sick Hall.
He opened the door of the second cubicle. There were still many complaints, but unlike the ones inside the first cubicle, the children appeared to be more angered, and a small portion of them bordered on dangerous.
Then, Chen Ge opened the door of the third cubicle. Some of the messages had come up with a prank to revenge on Xiao Lin. They came up with this horror story about the fourth cubicle inside the toilet and 'accidentally' revealed it to Xiao Lin. Then everyone came up with various ideas to set up the bathroom, trying to get Xiao Lin back once and for all.
Through the snippets of messages on the wall, Chen Ge had a grasp of the whole situation. The messages alone would not be too scary, but combined with the third entry of the diary, it did sound quite spooky.
"Did Xiao Lin manage to leave the fourth cubicle in the end?" Chen Ge stopped before the fourth cubicle. This cubicle had been specially mentioned in the diary, so the scariest thing should be inside there. Perhaps when he opened the door, the students' prank would happen, or perhaps when the door opened, Xiao Lin would return.
However, none of that happened. When Chen Ge opened the door of the fourth cubicle, and to his surprise, there was a mirror placed inside the cubicle.
"These kids are quite creative." Chen Ge looked at the mirror stuck behind the toilet. The more he studied it, the more he realized that something was wrong. His reflection was not shown in the mirror. "Interesting, they have pasted a picture on the surface of the mirror?"
Chen Ge reached out to touch the mirror. When his fingertip was about to touch the surface, he suddenly heard a soft voice coming from above him, and then the back of his neck felt itchy. He lowered his head to study the mirror—there was nothing on the surface. The itch on the back of his neck grew more pronounced like a bug had fallen and was crawling there.


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

"Okay, let's go. I'm already tired as well. We will have dinner at home, right?" Li Shi Ying agreed almost instantly. The girl nestled inside Long Ao Zhen's arm as she admired her ring. If she got a media social right now she would take a picture of the ring and post it online. 
She just can't contain her happiness! 
"Mn. Dinner at home, cooked by Jiu Wei. Let's go, use the talisman. I'm sure that you are already tired. Let's talk about the wedding ceremony later, okay?" Long Ao Zhen rubbed Li Shi Ying's forehead affectionately before he asked for the talisman. 
His bunny was out for a whole day, she must be tired. She gotta take a hot bath, eat good food and go to sleep soon. That way tomorrow she could discuss the wedding ceremony. 
"Okay. Here we go" Li Shi Ying immediately took out a teleportation talisman and a while later, activated it. The two instantly disappear from the road leaving the beasts there to go back to Li Shi Ying's contracted space on their own. 
The higher realm, the crown prince residence. 
"Hufttt today is such a long day!" Li Shi Ying groaned as she threw herself to the bed once the girl arrived at Long Ao Zhen's residence. Of course, she teleported right to their bedroom so she could lay down first while waiting for dinner to be served. 
"Tired? How about you take a bath first, I'll arrange a room for all these planet miniatures while you are bathing" Long Ao Zhen walked toward the cabinet next to the bed as he spoke. 
The man then took out the earth miniature and placed it there. Since the miniature itself had anti-gravity force, it immediately floated around a few centimetres from the surface of the cabinet. 
The room was currently dark with only the moonlight coming through the balcony as the source of the light. It made the earth miniature gleamed beautifully, looking like a lamp. 
"Mn. I'll take a bath first." Li Shi Ying lazily got up from the bed. The girl then took off the scarf, the jacket and the knitted hat before throwing it to the bed just like what she always did in her original world. 
Li Shi Ying immediately called Baihu Sei and with her guidance, headed to the bathroom while Long Ao Zhen was busy contacting his servant to prepare a room for the miniature collections.
The man had just finished talking and was about to talk to Li Shi Ying when he realized that she wasn't there anymore. 
"Ying'er is at the bathroom?" Long Ao Zhen mumbled to himself while searching around the huge room. The man found no one yet could hear faint water splashing sound not far from the bed area. 
There's a huge bathroom behind the bed area separated with a wall and since the source of noise comes from the bathroom, Li Shi Ying would surely be there.
Hmmm...should he goes check on her and join her bathing? 
Long Ao Zhen contemplating for a while. The man was standing still as he thought hard whether to go or not. He wanted to see his bunny's beautiful naked body again but…
Since he couldn't eat her that would only be dangerous. He gotta wait for damn 5 years!
Long Ao Zhen rubbed his forehead feeling annoyed. Fine. He shouldn't go to the bathroom but cuddling with his bunny later won't be a bad idea right? Maybe he could seduce her a bit after he took a bath so she would please him later...
This thought made Long Ao Zhen was motivated to look good after taking a bath. Oral sex would be fine, right? 
The man's mind was already full of dirty ideas trying to 'persuade' his bunny so that he could relieve his sexual desire. Don't get him wrong, it's almost spring and usually isn't it a mating season? 
Well for dragons the beginning of each season was all a mating season. Even when it wasn't a mating season, dragons usually do it once every three days? The chance to get pregnant for dragons are higher when it is a mating season though. 
Long Ao Zhen was thinking hard when the door of the bathroom was suddenly opened and Li Shi Ying came out walking to the bed only using a piece of towel wrapping her body. 
Her hair was loosened down and it was still dripping wet. Drop after drop of water dripped to the floor as the girl took a step forward. The sound of a soft footstep echoed in the room snapping Long Ao Zhen out of his daze. 
"Ying'er-" The man was just about to call his bunny when his words got stuck in his throat, unable to come out once he saw the girl appearance. 
...what is she doing?? 
"Yes?" Li Shi Ying turned around gracefully, accidentally flipping her hair around adding a seductive vibe to her already seductive face. The girl was currently only wearing a short white towel around her body.
The towel barely covered her chest down to her private area but her thighs were exposed along with her pair of snow-white legs. Even the surface of her breasts could be seen a bit since the one looking at her was taller than her. 
The girl's dripping wet hair only made the appearance even 'worse'. The girl was already looking like a food ready to be cooked and now with the water droplets effect, it only made her look tastier under the dim light. 
This...is a trial! 
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COMPLETED SERIES

I'll find you even if we are worlds apart -Long Ao Zhen 

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Transmigrated into a trash body of general's daughter as female lead? Peh! Too mainstream! Transmigrated to be a villainess? Common! What about transmigrating and ending up as cannon fodder? Have read it before! 

From that many options to transmigrate how could she, Li Shi Ying a very ordinary English department college student, suddenly wake up in the crippled body of the female lead's ex-maidservant?! Heaven, this is too unfair! 

In this world where only the strong are respected, she can't cultivate? No problem! Dozens of high-rank spiritual beasts fight over protecting her! 

Beast Tamers are rare? Hmph! The beast language is her hometown language! 

Can't be an alchemist or array master? Who cares? She could just become a translator! Without a translator, all those rare jobs wouldn't even exist! 

Watch how she rules over the world without having a single bit of cultivation energy in her body! 

But, can someone please tell her how she suddenly became the Dragon Prince's wife? Momma, she wanna cry!!! 

This is a perfect story for those who are bored with the usual cultivation novel. 

Warning: Smut scene in chapters 7-9!! If you don't want to read it, just skip those chapters. 

If you like to read perfect grammar then this book might not be your cup of tea, but I'm still learning. So, it will become better in later chapters. 

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the couple walked out from the kitchen and bei ruolan wanted to escape from bringing her husband to her room. however the man hold her hand and excused themselves.

"we will take our rest now" rong longwei said to bei zhuang and pulled his wife upstairs.

bei ruolan looked at her brothers and cousins for help but neither of them stand up to help her instead they all smiled at her sweetly.

with a gentle shut, the couple slipped to bei ruolan's room. her room was the second one which was in between of her brothers' rooms. each of their bedrooms doors' have their name on it so rong longwei didn't need to ask her.

bei ruolan sighed helplessly. she looked at her large bedroom. her massive cozy dark purple's bed was neat and her room was tidy and clean. 

she let him inspect her room while she opened her closet and took out a middle-sized colorful cardboard. 

she placed it on her bed and opened the cardboard. a lot of letters perfectly sealed was there.

rong longwei smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. he randomly picked a letter and read it aloud,

"for the first time I saw you, I already know that you are nothing from the boys I know. because you are the man who my mother wanted to be my husband. but do you know? I also wanted you to be my husband! we can go to the beach together and eat food from the night market! isn't it so amazing? 

love, xiao ruo"

rong longwei laughed as he read the letter. the young bei ruolan sure is oblivious to the words she wrote. she is different from the bei ruolan now.

"you wanted to read more?!" bei ruolan saw him took a letter again. she tried to stop him by taking away the cardboard but the man swiftly pulled her back and she ended up falling to his lap.

rong longwei adjusted his position and locked his wife in his embrace. 

he read the letter with a smile, "hello senior long, we just graduated! congratulations! but how could you become the CEO of the large cheng entertainment so fast?! Its.so illogical! however I think its all because of your smart mind! I called qiuyue this morning and she told me that you changed your personality. I like you but I still like you even if you changed your personality!" 

bei ruolan was embarassed hearing that. her husband read her letter with correct intonation.

"your handwriting is neat and beautiful" rong longwei praised as he examined her handwriting. 

"are you sincere praising me?" bei ruolan hopped out from his lap and sat infront of him. she sighed and took the letter from him and put it in the cardboard. "you can read it anytime. but don't laugh at me!" she warned before putting the cardboard back to its place in the closet.

"you want to shower first?" she took out a clean white towel from her wardrobe and give it to him. 

"you have any spare clothes for me?" rong lpngwei took the towel and started unbuttoning his shirt.

bei ruolan gestured him to wait and entered her walk-in closet. she found an extra large black pajamas and give it to him.

"this is mine. it should fit your body" bei ruolan give the pajamas to him. "I didn't have a bathroom of my own so you need to go out to the bathroom". everyone have their own bathroom but she didn't. her brothers told her that she can just used their bathrooms or just used the bathroom outside. its because she was too lazy to clean her room much less cleaning her own bathroom.

"alright" rong longwei went out and entered the bathroom next door. 

bei ruolan then took her towel and nightgown before going to bei rujian's room.

"brother, are you using the bathroom?" she asked as she entered. however no one answeres her. she guessed that they must be still downstairs talking with her cousins. she shrugged and just take a shower in bei rujian's bathroom.

after half an hour, she walked out dressed with her nightgown as she dried her hair. she looked at the mirror and turned on the hairdryer from the shelf.

"using my bathroom without permission. I should charge you for that" bei rujian rolled his eyes before closing the door. he went to his bathroom and peeked inside. the smell of her rose sweet bodywash entered his nostrils. 

"where did you get that bodywash?"

"I put my bodywash and shampoo in your cabinet before" bei ruolan smiled and turned off the hairdryer. she combed her hair and turned to her brother who was still peeking at his bathroom. 

"thank you anyway. have a good night!" she winked at him and shut the door.

she walked in to her room and saw her husband standing near her bed stand, looking at the large frame picture on the wall.

it was her picture, dressed in a sexy striped black dress. she look hot and sexy in the picture, it was shot in the studio. everyone in the bei family have their own pictures shot that day. 

"you look beautiful" rong longwei glanced at her and than at her picture. 

bei ruolan smiled and walked towards him. she leaned on his shoulder, "lets take our picture together and then hang it in the living room"

"that dress.....its designed by your uncle liang?" rong longwei asked. the dress his wife's worn that day was way too revealing and its indeed a sexy one. qiao liang can make many type of dresses, innocent, sexy, hot and many more. his imagination and inspiration was wide.

who could have know that Bei ruolan, the Bei family heiress suddenly follow her mother's footsteps?

the story begins with Gu meili died in a car crash and led rong longwei found bei ruolan. 

both of them wasn't acquainted nor do they have pleasantries to each other. they only met several times but have never talk to each other willingfully.

fate led Bei ruolan insisting to pursue her career to Cheng entertainment that was rong longwei company and also the leader of the industry. 

both sides were arrogant, polite but shameless.

like other stories, the female lead and male lead have sweet moments and also a heart-wrenchig ones!

stay tuned!

Elaia packed some clothes, shoes that were suited for hiking, and other necessities. She was told that they will visit the Grand Canyon Village because Arthur Jacobos was said to reside there according to the article that Doctor Arion have presented to her earlier.

It was already nine in the evening that she decided to freshen up so that she can go to sleep.

As she walked into the bathroom, she started to undress. She frowned because there were scars appearing on her back that wasn't there this morning. 

She sighed and started showering. 

After fifteen minutes she was done taking a shower and dressed into her night gown. She didn't even turn on the heater at her house because she started to feel like burning the moment she stepped out of the bathroom.

Well, another hellish night for her. 

But the thought of going to Arizona and finding a cure gives her hope that one day all this burning sensation, all this scars and bruises, and the nauseous feeling will go away. She just need to be patient. She already waited for two years, a little more time of waiting is not so bad.

With all the thoughts inside her head and after three hours had passed, she fall into slumber. 

The dream she was currently in is quite familiar. She's in a room with a piano. The only difference is that she didn't see any signs of the man who were playing it before. 

She roamed around the room. She saw some picture frames that were hanging on the wall. The first picture shows two person but she couldn't figure out who were they because she can see in the picture were their backs. The man placed his arms on the woman's shoulder. 

Even if she can't see their faces, she can feel the love emanating from this picture. It made Elaia smile. How cute. Even a small gesture is already sweet. 

She was about to look at the second picture when she heard a man's voice said, "Like what you see?" 

Elaia turn around to face the man who distracted her from viewing the pictures. 

She couldn't see the man's face because he was hidden on the dark part of the room. 

She shrugged and turned her attention to the second picture. What she saw was a picture of a man wearing black but the face wasn't visible because of some dust covering it. 

She reached out in the picture to remove the dust from covering the man's face. She was intrigued because the physique of the man in the picture already emanates dominance and power, so she wants to see what the man looks like. 

As she gently removed some dust, it first shows the man's eyes. They were gray. A very familiar kind of gray. Eyes that were like the galaxy. 

She was about to uncover the remaining parts of the picture that were covered in dust, but she woke up. 

Panting. Beads of sweat were running from her forehead. 

Who was that man in the picture? Gray eyes. Gray eyes like the galaxy.

She started mumbling, "Gray eyes. Galaxy. Physique that emanates dominance." Then it's as if everything around her stopped working when a thought finally clicked inside her head. 

"D?"

Elaia is a sickly woman, in her journey on figuring out the exact date of her death so that she can prepare her loved ones, she met Death himself. 

What if Death's first love is someone he doesn't want to die? Oh, the irony.

Alice! Don't talk to you' re teacher that way. said mother 
But she telling you to take me on a Psychology but Mom you know im not insane right?? I answered.
I understand you Alice but going to a psychologist doesn't mean you're a psycho we just need to know if you have no mental illness, Ms.Padilla explained.
No way!!!!!! What would do others think of me that im insane i would not let that happen, i said angrily and i ran away to the clinic.

In the lobby

I was crying and sobbing and reach the lobby room far away to the clinic. I dont know what was happening i have no ideas, why they are pushing me to go the psychiatrist im not insane either i know im not. I picked my phone and texted lance to pick me up in the lobby room. While waiting for him to come. I put some face powder and lipstick to cover my weary eyes. Its 5 minutes after i texted lance but he is not picking me up and he didn't reply to my text. What the hell he was doing im irritated, mosquitos started to bite my legs and arms. Im tired waiting i decided to go but the door open slowly and cold wind blow to my body and i started to have goosebumps.
Its freaking me out. I walk to the door and look inside, i saw there in the wall some old pictures of the university and its students and teachers. Without fear i enter the lobby, i asked to myself why this pictures are here it should be on the Faculty room. I looked at the pictures. One by one, there i saw myself when i was in highschool it was a class picture maybe? I dont remember this picture or that day it was taken. I take the picture and look at it more close . Then i saw a myself holding a hand of someone and my smile was bright. But there is someting wrong with this picture the girl im holding doesn't have head it was burned. Who is this girl??
Bang!!!!!! The door went closed and i was shocked and frightened. I hurriedly run toward the door and try to open it but it was locked. My heart beating fast, i can't breathe im scared.
Heeelpp!!! Somebody help me!!! I shouted
Pssst!!! I heard  a voice .
Ahhhhh!!! Help me please somebody!!! I cried for help.
What is happening. Why are you doing this to me, who are you then?? Please don't hurt me . What did i do to you.???
I looked again to the wall where the pictures are pasted but what i saw is a big picture of me with blood in my eyes and a hand holding my neck. I cried and cries so hard, i shouted more loudly to make them to hear me. The picture started to change its become the girl and its started to move and slowly walked towards to me. I got pee on my skirts and loose control she  bump my head to the door and i lose my conscious.

Chapter 5: You are at once the quiet and the confusion of my heart

-Franz Kafka

Micah

              I had never felt so many emotions over a woman than I've felt with Sophia. And I haven't even been with her for a whole day. The thing that bothers me most is when I see how men fall all over her. Seeing the store clerk and the men in line fawn over her was irritating. But when the gunmen focused on her, I hit the roof. Who knows what the men would have done to her if I hadn't taken them down. Then I see detective Colin Vane comforting her, and my stomach turns. It's just too much. Men are like moths to Sophia's flame. And as someone who is fighting his feelings for her, it's very difficult to resist smashing all of their faces in.

              Pulling into my apartment building's underground parking, I park in my spot and turn off the ignition. Sophia is fast asleep under the warmth of the blanket. I wanted to rip the card out of her hand when the detective mentioned that he gave her his number. Reaching out a hand, I run my thumb over her soft cheek and whisper gently. "We're here, Sophia." Sophia slowly opens her eyes and gives me a drowsy smile. "Micah." She whispers with a kittenish mewl, which makes my stomach tighten with desire.

              "Can you make it out of the car, or do you need help?" I ask with worry. She shakes her head and opens the door. Sliding out of my own seat, I meet her near the hood of the car and catch her when legs wobble a little. She reminds me of a child who has been woken from a nap. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to the elevator doors and press the penthouse button.

I live in a large building in the center of Manhattan. I bought the suite a few years after I joined the Confradia. It's a beautiful apartment with two bedrooms and three bathrooms. The apartment has a large living area with ivory marble floors, wall to wall windows comfortable the living room furniture. My mother decorated a few years ago when she saw that my furniture consisted of a futon and a ninety-inch television. She made the apartment comfortable with its contemporary design, charcoal-colored cloth couch, and wrought iron tables. The dining room is a simple glass dining set with side chairs.

              A large glass wall separates the living area from the state of the art kitchen, and the kitchen cabinets are a gleaming obsidian color, gray marble countertops, and stainless steel appliances. There are several modern tapestries on the wall with sketches of human forms and few black leather chaise lounges facing the windows.

              Sophia steps in the center of the room and rests the blanket and my suit jacket on a nearby chair. I observe warily as she moves around the room, absorbing its decor. "Nice place." She says with a sincere smile. I'm surprised that she's not terrified or crying at what happened earlier. I've seen soldiers react the same after during a gunfight. They'll push the memory to the back of their minds and pretend it didn't happen. I guess it's a way to cope. Going along with it, I observe her looking around curiously.

              I'm surprised when she turns to the large, customized entertainment center in front of the large couch, and hones in on the pictures resting on the shelves. There are three pictures on the shelf. There was one of my father and me when I was a boy. That picture was taken the last time I saw my father. I was ten years old, and my father was heading overseas on a mission with his Marine unit. In the picture, my father is wearing his crisp, pressed uniform, with all of his medals, and I'm standing next to him wearing ripped jeans, a Snoopy t-shirt, and a Yankees baseball cap. The other picture was of my mother and me when I graduated from the Marine Corps. Like my father in the previous picture, I'm wearing a pressed uniform. The last picture is of my mother, Tate, Sophia, and me at my mother's wedding. I will never admit this out loud, but the only reason I put the picture up is that Sophia is in it, and I wanted something with her in it to look at.

              Sophia looks at all of the pictures attentively then turns back to me. "Is that your father?" She asks, taking the picture from the shelf and turning it towards me. Nodding my head, I stop next to her and take the picture from her hand. "Yeah. This was taken before he died." She nods her head and looks at the picture again. "He was very handsome. You look like him." I look at the picture for a moment and run my gaze over every angle of my father's face. I remember as a little boy staring at this picture for hours after my father died. Looking at it now, I can see the resemblance. My mother has always told me that I look like him minus the eyes. I have my mother's green eyes. My father had dark chocolate brown eyes.

              "How did he die?" Sophia asks with a note of caution. I look back at her to see that she's sincere in her question and place the picture back on the shelf. "He was on his second tour in Desert Storm. His unit was driving through a town when an IED hit his convoy. I was told that he died instantly." My mouth tightens with emotion. Even after all these years, it hurts to talk about it.

              Sophia must see my pain because she places her hand on my neck and turns my chin in her direction. "I'm sorry, Micah. I know what it's like to lose someone you love. At least yours did not leave you out of choice. My mother walked out on us." She mutters with a quiver in her voice. Her eyes gleam as she gazes down at the floor in contemplation. "I was so mad at her for leaving us. For a long time, I thought she left us because I was a bad daughter." She says this with a sad glint in her eyes. It's almost heartbreaking to see the pain reflected on her face.  

              Taking a deep breath, she utters softly. "But then I realized that it was her loss. And that dad and I were better off without her. Dad found Chelsea now. And your mom is really great."      

              Nodding my head, I take her hand and lead her to the guest bedroom. "Let me show you to your room." She doesn't argue as she follows me down the hallway. There are several doors here. One is for the guest room, the one across from it is my office, and the one in the center is my bedroom. Unlike other Confradia Assassins, I don't keep my weapons in a separate room. All of my weapons are in a secret compartment behind my headboard, which is secured by an encrypted security system. That was the only room I didn't let my mother decorate. I bought the furniture and installed the software myself. My mother definitely had a hand in decorating the guest room, though. The room is a bright blue color, with a large king-size bed, a white headboard, and a teal and gray comforter.

              Sophia steps into the room and moves towards the bed with a catlike grace, which makes my temperature heighten. I watch intently as she takes a seat on the bed and throws herself back with her arms stretched over her head. "Oh, this is so good." She says with a soft groan. Her dress strains against the mounds of her firm breasts and rises high over her thighs as she shifts comfortably over the bedspread.

              "Are you hungry?" I ask, trying to get my mind off how badly I want to crawl over her and kiss every part of her body.

              She rises from her stretch and shakes her head. "Not really. I just want a hot bath and some sleep right now." I nod in agreement and gesture to the én-suite doors. "The bathroom is right over there. There are toiletries and other bath things inside the linen closet." She nods her head and gestures to the bedroom door. "I should get my bags then."

              I shake my head as I make my way to the door. "Just go ahead and take a bath. I'll get the bags." Sophia waves a hand up with gratitude. "Thanks, Micah." Stepping out of the room, I head back to the elevators and walk to my car. Two minutes later, I'm back in my apartment with Sophia's satchel in one hand and her pink rolling bag in the other. My first mistake is that I didn't knock when I went into the room. I simply walked in, laid her bags on the bed, and nearly choked when I caught sight of her image from the bathroom mirror as she was stepping out of her dress. I couldn't help but stop and enjoy the view of her silken body, luscious breasts, and firm ass as she leaned down to turn on the water faucet. And I nearly swallowed my tongue when her hair spread down over her smooth back and slid sensuously over the stiff nubs of her nipples.

              Lust turns to empathy when she takes a seat on the edge of the tub and begins to sob. She looks lost and alone, and it makes me feel like hurting something. She was pretty brave earlier, whether she'd like to think so or not. Normal people don't usually have to deal with a gunfight in a gas station. And unless you've been in battle, having a gun aimed at your head or watching someone die can be very traumatizing. Unable to bear her pain any longer, I step into the bathroom and kneel before her. "Shh… it's okay, Soph." She sniffles a bit and straightens her spine with embarrassment. But her bravery is short-lived because she's suddenly sitting in my lap with her arms wrapped around my neck. My hand runs up and down her silky-smooth back, enjoying the feel of her skin and the comfort I am giving her.

 Keeping her sitting on my lap, I roll up my sleeves and reach over her shoulder to pour some bath salts into the rising bathwater. Sophia's tears subside, but she doesn't let me go. I know I should step out of the room and leave her alone, but it feels so good to hold her close. So Instead, I lift her into my arms, slide her into the rising water, and kneel down on the edge of the tub. She looks lost as she gazes at me from under her wet lashes. Her lips tremble slightly, and her chin quivers. "I thought that I was okay, and then I saw the water pouring… and…and it reminded me of all that blood." She says with a slight croak. She lifts her knees to her chest and rests her forehead on her knees with a bleak slump. Lifting her hair off her back, I push it to one side of her shoulder and lay a soft kiss on her temple. "It's okay to feel this way, Sophia. It means that you're a compassionate person. You should have never had to see something like that. You'll be okay, though. You're a very strong woman." Taking the sponge from the soap dish, I fill it up with soap and run it down her bareback. She sighs with relief and closes her eyes as I soap up her arms and legs.

              After a moment, she sits back and gazes into my eyes before she takes the sponge from me and slides her hand over my tattooed forearm. "You have tattoos?" She asks with fascination. Nodding my head, I slide my hand from under hers and lower the sleeves. It's not that I'm embarrassed by them. I'm just not ready to reveal the intimate nature of them.

              Sophia's eyes dim at my gesture, but she doesn't comment. Instead, she takes the sponge and whispers. "I'll finish bathing myself." I remain kneeling down with my elbows on the edge of the tub for another moment. I want to apologize, but I know that there is no point because there is no explanation that I can give her that wouldn't be too revealing.

              With a clenched jaw, I give her one last longing look and rise from the floor. "Your bags are on the bed, and my bedroom is the one with the red double doors in case there's anything you need," I say before I walk away. I need a drink!

Micah "Savage" St. Clair, is a deadly assassin who has never failed a mission. He's as lethal as he is gorgeous. His one Achilles heel is the one woman forbidden to him. The one temptation that his dark soul can't resist.
Sophia has only ever desired one man. The man who had broken her heart. Will Sophia and Micah ever find a way to make their love work? Or will their forbidden love break their worlds apart?

This is a story of a not so happily married couple...Woah, hold up this is my story I think I should be able to write this thing. 
Let's just start with my name, it is kind of odd so no laughing. My name is Francesca Merrily Chase. 
  
Ok, well let's just say I was promised to a young, rich, bachelor so my grandfather could get out of debt. I know, they never do think about the kid, do they? Our family lived a luxurious life, well my parents did at least. We were on different sides of the house or they were traveling. The only true mother I really had was my nanny, Heather. So when I was to turn 22, I had to be sent off to who-knows-where to get married to a guy, I had never even met.

Hey I wasn't that bad was I? 

Butt out, this is my story you just so happen to be in it, now shut up. After we got married, he just wants to get back to working all day and we lived on separate sides of the house...wait, more like a mansion. He told me that he didn't want to be married any more then I did and he was right. Back home, I had a steady, loving boyfriend,  tons of good friends, and a Heather, but here all I had was the lifeless staff and rooms with cold dark walls, or so I thought.

Francesca, you are making me sound like a cold-hearted, douche bag. 

What did I say about talking? Now keep quiet or I'll set Spencer on you. The man I was "married" to was no other than the proud owner of the  "Jackson & Reed: Law Firm." The man's name was Scott Andre Jackson. He was known for his brutality in the courtroom.
  
  Francesca, I think you have said enough. People still have to want to read the book. 

Ok...one last thing. There was no way out of this marriage, so I just had to live through it. I never knew when the beast would come after me or if I would li-

Ok, Francesca, you've done it now. I'm not that bad. Now come here.

After Ying Yue left the bathroom, Feng Yu stayed there depressed, scaring off females who actually needed to go to the bathroom. 

"Hey, you co-" suddenly the door slammed open from the outside and Zhang Wei came in brandishing a taser stick, "Feng Yu?" 

Zhang Wei quickly closed the door behind him before anyone else could see what was happening inside. 

"What are you doing here?" Feng Yu asked his friend as he came closer. 

"You're asking me? The person who is sitting on the floor in the female bathroom, hugging a pot plant and looking like some sketchy pervert just waiting to jump on an innocent lady?" 

Feng Yu just glared at him. 

Waving his hand around Zhang Wei quickly dismissed his earlier thought under the cold glare, "Ok maybe the pervert part is just my wild imagination, but it's really hard not to jump to conclusion when there's a grown man in a woman's bathroom. And what's with the pot plant?"

"... It's the last thing I saw Ying Yue touch" 

Zhang Wei was flabbergasted. "You're hugging the pot plant just because of that?" 

Feng Yu didn't answer. Once again drowning in his own thoughts.

"I came in because some girls went to security and reported a strange man within the bathroom. I came to check it out for the gossip, didn't think it would be you though. Just think of the headlines for tomorrow's news if it was someone else. 'Asia's Youngest Billionaire Camps in Ladies Bathroom'."

There was still no response from Feng Yu who was now sitting against the wall with the pot plant beside him. Zhang Wei threw up his hands exasperated. 

"Come on man, this was 5 years ago. Besides, the blame is yours to hold. You divorced her over a clearly photoshopped image" 

"I knew it was photoshopped" Feng Yu mumbled into his arm that was wrapped around his knees. 

"What? I didn't hear you"

Feng Yu raised his head, leaning his head against the wall. "I knew it was photoshopped before I divorced her". 

Now it was Zhang Wei's turn to be silent. . . then he exploded. 

"Then why? Why did you divorce her then? Why cause not only one heart to break but two?" 

"Because I saw it ok?" Feng Yu yelled back at him before calming back down. "The people at work always talk about her. Even though they keep silent when I was near, I heard. One day on when we were driving to a business meeting, I saw with another man on the street extremely intimate. The man I saw her with was the man in the photo. Despite the photo being photoshopped, it doesn't change the fact that she was with him". 

"So you divorced her" it wasn't a question, but a statement. 

"Yes" 

"You didn't let her explain" but before Feng Yu could say anything he cut in again "No, you let her explain. But you didn't listen". And there was nothing Feng Yu could have said to deny it. 

That day he thought he knew what she was already going to say, so he didn't listen. Looking at his friend, Zhang Wei knew Feng Yu understood. 

"In reality, you not listening was the problem. It's not a problem that can't be fixed, it's just you're not listening long enough to understand her" 

"What are you trying to say?" 

Zhang Wei sighed and reached his arm down for Feng Yu, pulling him up. Grabbing his friend's shoulder, he stared right into his eyes. 

"I'm telling you to apologise and tell her you love her before it's too late"

"It' already too late. She has moved on" Feng Yu mumbled back. 

Now Zhang Wei was stuck, having no idea as to how to encourage his friend further. He may have kept a smiling face on but inside he was thinking up of ideas like crazy. 

"So what if she moved on? That doesn't mean she has stopped loving you. In fact, if you apologise to her then among all the men who are chasing her, you have a greater chance of success" Zhang Wei stated excitedly. 

For the first time in five years, Feng Yu's eyes lit up in happiness. Zhang Wei watched his friend's expression and was relieved. Thank God, for the first time the nonsense he spouted was actually useful.

I think what hurts the most is when you give your all to someone. Through thick and thin, you're there for them. You stick with them no matter what. 

Then one day, they just give up. They won't even fight for you. The one thing you would never have done, they did with no hesitation. 

Walking across the room to the door, she raised her foot about to walk out. However, she paused and hesitated. Without turning her around she asked the question that has been on her mind since their separation.  

"Feng Yu, did you ever love me?"

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