"Oh!" a painful cry escaped from Don's chest. Part of him wanted to get away from the experience, but the other part wanted to beg for more.
"Unbutton my shirt," Nelson ordered. "As you noticed, my hands are a bit busy."
Don started. He was going to do what? Nelson wanted Don ...
But it was precisely because the command came from Nelson's lips that the young driver could not object, he could not resist. Nelson's words had always been an oracle to him because Nelson had never, ever hurt him and had always cared for his well-being.
Don's hands trembled as they slowly, uncertainly began to undo buttons on this strong man's shirt. Nelson was not wearing a T-shirt under his shirt, so Alston immediately saw a beautifully sculpted torso, indicating that Nelson was not avoiding the gym. Don touched the shyly taut skin beneath which taut flesh stretched. A pleasant thrill of excitement spread over Alston's body from the fingertips. Too pleasant to be denied by Don. The erotic desire felt stronger and louder in him. The hands, still timid, however, dared to reach for the pink, hard protrusions.
"Yes, that's right," praised Nelson. "It is in these situations that you can allow yourself complete freedom. With me you can afford any fantasy, any desire."
"Any desire?" Nelson's offer was as tempting as his body.
"These are the advantages of a relationship with a man whose mind is directed solely to please his lover."
Exclusively for me, Alston repeated, feeling joy, excitement and disbelief at the same time.
Was Nelson always there for him? Was he just waiting for the moment when Don would one day discover, among his romances, a desire to experience a man?
"You really want me?" Don asked with a mixture of hope and dread. "Did you really wait for me to start thinking of men this way? Since when?"
"From your first time with a woman. As long as you were erotically innocent and inexperienced, you were pure flower to me. But when your eroticism woke up, when your penis got the taste of sex with your partner, I wanted to be your partner and lead you through the arcane of the most sophisticated eroticism. I wanted to be your teacher of carnal pleasures."
How exciting these words were! How exciting the vision was! Nelson himself suddenly became the embodiment of sex that activated all the sensual desires of Alston's body.
Don, like his father, had a tremendous sexual appetite. His father was never satisfied with his mother and he quickly pushed her into the background by devoting himself to numerous romances. But he never had a mistress for long. He liked to play with them, feed them, and then abandon them. Until now, Don has done exactly the same. He was attracted to women, he adored their bodies, but he felt no real attachment or fascination for any of them. They were like toys in his hands. But in Nelson's hands, he was the toy.
However, this is not quite so. He wasn't a toy because Nelson always meant the best for him. Nelson certainly didn't want to take advantage of him and gave him up as he might have done so long ago. Nelson was… his master.
And now he was going to be a teacher for him, a guide to the world of refined erotic bliss… Alston's penis pressed against his pants so much that the experience was almost painful.
"Teach me, master!" Don asked, feeling a hot surge of excitement.
"Your instinct was guiding you well," Nelson announced clearly pleased. "Male nipples are no less sensitive than female nipples. Women, however, too often neglect this area. And it's nice to suck nipples, isn't it? Follow your instincts. Try to suck my nipples."
Don Alston blushed and bowed his head. First, shyly, he gently licked the protruding, hard button. He made a few laps with his tongue and then covered the nipple with his lips and sucked it.
Nelson wiggled the finger Alston sucked in his ass, suggesting he liked the caress. Nelson's lively reaction pleased Don. He liked that the finger reached deeper and deeper and began to move inside it. A heat wave hit Don. There was also something incredibly erotic about the act of sucking a man's breasts.
Alston transformed into a little leech sucked on the man's breast and only detached himself from him when the caress gave him sufficient satisfaction.
"Excellent" praised Nelson and Don felt like a student praised at school by his favorite teacher. Nelson slipped his finger out of it, which was a bit of an unpleasant experience. "Today we're going to focus on sucking. Kneel before me."
"I have to kneel?" Alston wondered unpleasantly. Kneeling down in front of someone was a form of humiliation or submission. He, Don Alston, is to kneel in front of Nelson?
"How else will your head get level with my cock?" Nelson asked rationally.
Yes, that was a valid argument.
Don slowly sank to his knees. At eye level, he still had Nelson's zipper buttoned up and his manhood trapped behind a zipper.
"What are you waiting for?" urged Nelson. "Get to work!"
Alston felt his heart beat hard. His own breathing was heavy and his back and cheeks were hot. Something else was hot - a member throbbing in the crotch.
Driving professionally in car racing, Don had to have great courage to face dizzying speed, rivals on the track and himself. In his private life, he was also always bold. Now, however, as he knelt in front of another man's clothed penis, he felt terribly intimidated. As he reached out to open the fly, it seemed that his hand was trembling.
But he touched the fly. He had no other choice. He couldn't look like a total coward before Nelson, and besides ...
There was also a sizable bulge behind the zipper that reminded him of the events of that night, where pain and humiliation mingled with sexual pleasure. It was that dick trapped in his clothes that gave him this pleasure.
Alston swallowed hard. He took a deep breath and decisively pulled back the zipper. Knowing how shameless he was at this moment struck Don with such force it almost knocked him off his knees.
"Why did you stop?" Alston asked grudgingly. "You don't want me to have to wait, do you?"
"Of course not!" Don reassured him in a hoarse voice and released Nelson's penis completely. "Oh!"
The young driver already knew what to do. He knew he had to take this beautiful dick in his mouth and suckle as Nelson had instructed him, but he was completely out of experience and still felt a subconscious fear.
'I'm not gay' a denial of what he had just committed popped up again in his mind. In his mind, Alston was not gay, and yet he was kneeling in front of the man, willingly and gladly picking up on his fly to suck his cock.
'I am not ...' Don repeated in his imagination, but he could no longer finish the sentence. His mouth approached the penis, opened and slowly began to take in Nelson's beautiful manhood.
"Yes, that's right," Alston heard a pleased voice. The praise gave him courage. "Trust your instincts."
In a situation where Don had no theoretical knowledge, let alone any practical skill, trusting his instincts was the only option, so he did just that. Nelson had said earlier that it was going to be a sucking lesson, so Alston sucked, and the penis caressed in this way grew in his mouth filling it more and more and pressing against his palate, cheeks and tongue. As the volume of the penis increased, so did the pleasure Don felt, as if the two situations were dependent on each other.
As they were dependent, Alston realized how millions of men before him and millions after him. The discovery flooded his body with flame.
At this point, Nelson took his hair and pulled Don towards him. His penis entered deeper unpleasantly irritating Don's palate and throat, causing a gag reflex and an urge to run away. Nelson, however, held him in place. He backed off a little and began to move in Alston's mouth.
Despite this shocking physical discomfort, a thrill of excitement ran through the young driver's body. What Nelson was doing to him - if any other man had tried it, Don would have bitten off his cock. But it was Nelson and he was allowed to do anything in Alston.
The awareness was intriguing. For a moment, Martin's face appeared before his eyes, drenched in ecstasy and Paxton's sperm. The sight cut into Alston so much that it completely captured his imagination and his desires. He wanted so much to flood Martin with his own sperm that Don's mind went blind and deaf, with a maddened sexual obsession. He wanted that cum drenched face in front of him.
But now, in this situation, won't it happen that his face will be flooded with sperm in front of Nelson's eyes?


Sometimes dreams come true, even the impossible ones. Martin never expected to get a summer job as a mechanic at GP2 one day. As if that was not enough, he will work on his idol's car! The racing driver, however, turns out to be different than what the media shows him, as if he had something dark inside him ...
With the smell of grease, gasoline and car oil, Martin learns more about life than he could ever expect.

All events, characters and organizations are fictional. The resemblance to any real person, organization, or event is purely coincidental.

When I regained my senses I am at  the Vilches' mansion.

When I opened my eyes I saw ZK and AJ (Alpheus Jade) by my side

ZK is silently sitting by my side while AJ is standing 

My wounds are properly dressed

"How are you Annica Beatrice?"

"I am fine"

"ZK, told me that you got that from a car accident"

"It's just a minor accident"

Alpheus Jade's phone rung so he went outside the house to answer it.

"Why am I here?"

"The hospital is too far, you might get worse, so I brought you here"

"Why did you tell him that I got all this wounds and bruises from a car accident?"

"I am shocked that he's here, and the most convincing alibi that I have think of is to tell him that you got it from a car accident"

"Thank you that you didn't told him what really happened"

"I told you Rogue, your secret is safe with me"

I hugged him tight to tell him how thankful am I 

He also hugged me back

"Get well soon, I mean as soon as possible"

"Sure, Zymophore Kriegspiel Vilches" I replied with some giggles 

"Your, gear it's extremely worn out"

"Just let it go I think I need a new one the one that is not just made of fabric"

"I will take care of your new gear"

"No need"

"I insist, I will take care of it trust me Rogue Argonne"

"If you insist then, okay just make it light weight"

"Sure"

He brush my hair with his hand

"Take a rest now"

I could hear a genuine concern from his voice

I lay flat down on the bed, he turned the lights off 

"Goodnight my pretty psychopath"

"Goodnight ZK"

He slowly closes the door 

I close my eyes and try to empty my mind 

I have fallen asleep 

The bright sunlight that passes through the black tinted glass windows awakened me.

ZK is wearing his school uniform

"Good Morning pretty psychopath"

"Good Morning ZK"

I try to get out of the bed but my body still can't

"You will stay here, I won't let you go to school in that condition"

"but…"

I am not yet finished telling what I wanted to tell when he spoke

"No more complains,I promise that tommorow you can go but please, stay here for now and take a rest"

"Okay"

"Breakfast will be served here at the bed, about 10 minutes from now"

"seriously?"

"Yup, super serious"

He gently closes the door

After ten minutes the bell outside the door of the room rung

"Come in"

Maids in uniform come in

"Master ZK told us to take good care of you"

They prepared everything for me 

Well I miss my life in my own mansion

I really miss that life but I have but I have  nothing to do i need to finish my mission.

A restaurant grade hot soup is served in front of me.

I taste it, well it's really delicious

"Who cooked this soup?"

"Master AJ requested the mansion's chef to cook that for you"

"Miss we will go out , if you need something just ring the bell"

I just nod my head to  tell them that I understand what they said.

I began eating my breakfast, Well this really taste so good 

I love the buttery smell and taste of that creamy soup.

After that meal I took a sip of hot black coffee prepared by the side.

As I bring my mouth closer to the cup I could smell the strong and fragrant aroma of the coffee.

That aroma makes me so relaxed

Every sip of it I could taste the bittersweet taste that tase that I really love.

I rang the bell when I finished my breakfast

The maids come in and get the empty dishes 

"Miss, here are some medicines that you should take."

"Why do I need to take that medicine?"

"According to the doctor you need to take this medicines for your fast recovery"

"Oh,if that's the case then okay"

"She gave me the medicines and a glass of water"

"Thank you"

"You're welcome Miss"

They bowed their heads before going out of the room

I noticed a pile of books on the side table all along with a note, I know it's Alpheus Jade's penmanship
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   Ｈｅｙ,      Ｉ     ｋｎｏｗ      ｔｈａｔ       
ｙｏｕ      ｍｉｇｈｔ     ｇｅｔ     ｂｏｒｅｄ,

Ｈｅｒｅ    ａｒｅ   ｓｏｍｅ    ｂｏｏｋｓ

Αγ
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His signature attached to it so this supports my claim that this is from him

I can't read greek alphabet but I know that his signature is from the letters of the greek 

I look at the books there i found five thick books 

I started to look at it one by one the first book has a genre of romance.

I don't like stuffs like romances, all I want  is action, mystery and thriller

I don't like to read stories that I can predict it's ending

I want an unpredictable one 

Most of the books are romances

There are only two books that captivated my interests

Both of that books are mysteries, I love it reading them

Mysteries wakes up the inner detective in me 

I spent my whole day reading this books. 

I love the sound of the pages of the books when I turn them.

When I finished the half of the first book I decided to take a bath 

A paper bag of clothes for me is prepared near the comfort room of this room.

Well I think those medicines are effective I feel much even better now 

I opened the big wooden door of the comfort room.

The comfort room is state of the art, it is really designed well 

I decided to have a bubble bath

I plunged in the warm relaxing water with bubbles, this made me much even better

I grab the hanging big white towel to dry my self and get dressed.

After that bath I went back to the bed and continue reading the book 

Someone knocks on the door 

"Come in"

A little boy come in holding his I pad 

"Can I stay here?"

"Of coarse Zion Kydrex"

He sat on the bed beside me

"Why are you here?"

"Nothing, I just want to stay here"

I look at this little boy , he really look the same as his brother

"You really look like Zymophore Kriegspiel"

"No, I am much even handsome than my brother"

He said seriously while he is still watching a video on his I pad 

"I just smile at him"

"Don't worry Zymophore Kriegspiel will be here later"

"I think he's busy as the president of the Talons"

"I messaged my brother he will be here soon"

"How old are you again, Zion Kydrex?"

"4 years old,do you want to watch a movie?"

"Yes, I want to"

"What do you want to watch?"

"Any movie that you want"

"Okay"

He lean against me, we started watching  an action movie.

At first he was so talkative ,but when the movie is near to it's end he becomes quiet and fall asleep on my lap 

I get the I his I pad, turned it off and set aside

I  went out of the bed to lift  him and make sure that he is sleeping on the bed well, I also put the blanket on him.

He's so angelic, If ever I will had a son in the future, I want it  to be as handsome and as intelligent as Zion Kydrex.

I sat on the side of the bed beside  Zion Kydrex.

Continue reading the book that I am reading before.

I look at my watch it's already 7:00, ZK is still not here.

While waiting for him I continue reading  the book, think I could finish this whole book today 

Three more chapters  and I am done, well I really love the flow of this story 

While I am reading the  ending of the story some one opened the door 

I look on the direction of the door,I saw Zymophore Kriegspiel  still on his uniform

"Oh, Zion Kydrex is here"

"He had fallen asleep while waiting for you"

Zymophore Kriegspiel sat on the edge of the soft bed 

"There are so many things to be done on school, so many papers to sign"

"I understand"

I continue reading the book, just few paragraphs and I am done 

After I finished that book I set it aside and tapped ZK's shoulder 

"Zymophore Kriegspiel, I need to go home now"

"It's already late, I won't let you out You will stay here"

"What about tommorow?"

"You and AJ will go to school together"

"What about my uniform?"

He handed  me a peper bag

"Here's your uniform, I ask Thunder Kade to gave me your uniform"

"Wow, you're prepared"

"As always Rogue Argonne"

I lay on the bed beside  Zion Kydrex

"Rogue Argonne, Look at this"

Went near him

"What's that?"

"I am done sketching your new gear on my phone"

I take a closer look on his phone, the design is really great 

"Wow, this is really great"

"I used your old gear as the inspiration of your new gear but instead of orange I used blue, since blue is the hottest flame, it is also equiped with the latest technology"

I really love the design of my new gear, it is much even better than my old one.

If fits me and my revenge to that Andorra 

Andorra be ready for my return, I will defeat you .

END OF CHAPTER

Why do we keep things as a secret?
Why did Masked Man made his Identity Encrypted?
Inequality is around
Will equality be served?

Will Rogue Argonne be able to know who's the man behind the mask ?

I'd have never have called myself a 'panic gay' but right now… I'm panicking!

Dale slips his hand from the side of my face to tangle in the strands of my hair and pulls my head back, his other arm still has a firm grip around my waist.

"I'll take your silence as a yes but next time." His hand tightens in my hair at this. "I'll hear your choice, I'm not patient enough now." He murmurs, placing his forehead against mine.

I close my eyes,'Next time? There was going to be a next time??!'

 I want this but I can't help feeling guilty which is ridiculous because while Dale is practically saying he wants me, Virgil doesn't even act like he's anything but platonically interested in me.

"Pretty." He breaths against my face and my breath hitches.

The kiss this time is more shocking even though it's expected, the first time was just a gentle joining of lips but this is…

Intense.

Is the one word that falls into my thoughts, curse paperback romances.

His arms tighten considerably against me as his lips crash into mine, as it was with the first time, I stiffen because I don't know what to do.

Am I supposed to slant my head? And what am I supposed to do with my lips? What about my hands?

"Just relax." He murmurs against my lips and my breath hitches, again - I don't think that's what he wanted to happen when he told me to relax.

My eyes are still tightly shut because if without visual I feel like I'm going to combust then what would happen if I'm also staring at Dale's hot as hell face?

At least they stay shut until his open mouth comes into play, he swipes a hot tongue across my closed lips and my eyes fly open with a loud gasp in its wake.

His tongue slides into my mouth and I throw my hands around his neck because just then I suddenly feel like I'm going to go over, which is ridiculous with how tight Dale is holding me but his tongue in my mouth makes me feel light-headed so it's just reflex.

Strangely when I think about my first kiss, I never imagined that I could possibly die from it.

There's tingling all over my body, at the point where our lips are touching and Dale is mapping out every inch of my mouth, at my nape where he keeps tugging on the soft hair there and around my waist where his hand has greedily pushed up my fancy sweater to get at the skin underneath.

I break away first and collapse on him, trying to catch my breath and hiding my face in his neck, I'm so red that I must look sick like I'm running a temperature.

It's hard enough to breathe with my mouth when Dale is staring down at me with those pale, heated eyes, imagine how harder it becomes when my very breath is being kissed out of me.

His warm mouth ghosts across the side of my neck and I shudder, Dale better not be thinking of doing what I think he's about to do.

My neck is ridiculously sensitive and I'd die if I moaned in front of Dale, talk about your life ending moments. So getting a hickey would be a death sentence.

Too late, he's already bringing his head even lower, the hand on my nape moving my head to the side for easy access.

"Dal…" I try to warn him but apparently I didn't miscalculate when I said it was too late.

If you asked me what I had expected, I'd have said a light kiss first, then maybe he'd start to suck on it but even a light kiss was enough to turn me into a pile of noisy and embarrassing sounds.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

His sharp teeth sink gently into the curve of my neck and stars explode behind my eyes, I hear high pitched screaming from a distance... is that me?

My hands tighten around Dale's neck and he instantly distances himself from my neck - thank all the things that be - moving instead to my face which he peppers with kisses and small hums to help calm down the intense shaking that overwhelms me.

What the hell was that?

What the hell is happening?

Who the fuck gives hickeys with actual bites??

Eventually, I calm down but we stay like this for a while. Dale is content to just hold me and pet my hair and I'm not complaining about the comfortable position.

I hope we aren't going anywhere else today because I'm exhausted, I just want to go home take a long ass shower, and flop on my bed, preferably alone.

If I thought my date with Virgil was crazy and mind-blowing, it couldn't have prepared me for Dale's rollercoaster of a date.

Life is all roses and strawberries with your asexual mother till Alpha wolves fall in love with you. 

And now you have to choose... But who do you pick?

Hayden Lebaron is an average teenage boy, well if average means being about the size of a midget and being babied by everyone, at least that's what he thinks.
 A new student moves to their school and Hayden finds out that he's deeper in the Werewolf world that he ever thought possible and the worst part was that he had no idea that Werewolves even existed.



EXCERPT :

"What the fuck did you do?" Virgil demands his eyes dark, the only reason Dale doesn't have a black eye yet is because he's still carrying me. 

I intervene quickly before Virgil changes his mind and decides to land the punch. "V-Vi-Virgil." I stutter out desperately, reaching for him. "I-It wasn't D-Dale, h-he d-didn't d-do any-anything."

"What sort of boyfriend are you, letting your girlfriend get beat up by dudes in the boys bathroom?" Dale accuses, snatching me back and ending my efforts to reach for Virgil, his leaf green eyes nearly glowing. 

Shana is momentarily stunned, "Girlfriend?"  She mouths to me, I close my eyes in embarrassment, this was one of those days I wanted to start over. 

Virgil isn't even fazed by the obvious confusion. "Thanks." He bites out coldly, the appreciation has the same energy as 'go jump off a cliff. "Now give me back my girlfriend."

"No. Now get away from me, you're in my way." Dale deadpans, making a move to continue his journey. 

"I won't ask you again." Virgil says in a deadly voice, stepping in front of us, electric blue eyes nearly jumping from his face with how hard he is glaring. 

"Hayden sounds terrified of you so no, I'm not giving her back. Now get the fuck out of my way." He says, his quiet voice ringing volumes, the entire hallway is silent now, the entire school watching the school's heartthrob go against the hot new kid... and over me! - I wail mentally, wishing I was a bird, a pebble, anything but Hayden LeBaron right now.



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when he finished burning the cold ones, alecs went to check the witch and when he got close he saw that she is a white woman with characteristics of black people, like her curly hair and full lips, this woman took the best parts of the genetic lottery of the two races, generating incredible beauty on the same level as tatia and Ingrid.

then alecs saw the woman's purse and realized she was alive just passed out and then alecs looked at the woman's status and

name: Hilda Bennett

title: the daughter of the house Bennett, the daughter of the promise

power: F

so alecs cursed already knowing that this witch is the daughter of Ayana, and thought it looked like those romances where the mc finds what he wants if he doesn't even look for it, and then he thought his mother was involved in this miracle

so alecs looked across the room where most of the many women, children, men and the elderly were being protected by the witch

alecs: hello I think it's too late to say, but don't worry I'm not here to cause you harm

alecs spoke to reassure people, but among the people who were there, a man stood up and shouted

the man: and as we are going to trust you, you killed these creatures, in the end, you are a freak just like these monsters and this devil woman, you all must die ---

the man cannot finish speaking because a lightning bolt blew his head and people will gasp and look at alecs who was holding his hand up towards the man

alecs: anyone else ??

no one raised you and everyone nodded

alecs: well, look, I said I will not harm you, but I never said I would accept insults and attacks, this man paid kindly with hatred, and in a foolish move he tried to set you against me and the witch lady there, in a moment when I said I wouldn't hurt you and you were hot-headed, and I don't doubt that you will ride the wave of that foolish man and attack me, so what do you think would be the result if I hadn't killed the fool and he convinces them to attack me ???

people will be silent for a brief moment until a little blonde girl with blue eyes, Nordic-looking about 12 years old replied

the girl: a massacre, we would have been massacred, for having listened to the man, sir I am sorry for his attitude, I am Sofia, the daughter of the lord and lady of the city, so please can you do whatever you want with me, but don't hurt my people

Sofia spoke and knelt, laying her head on the floor, and begged for the life of her people, then suddenly all the elderly adult men and women jumped in front of Sofia and knelt also asking alecs to take their lives and spare Sofia

this impressed alecs and touched him such loyalty cannot be bought and this little girl Sofia has a great talent for negotiation and leadership

alecs: raise your head, as I said, I will not cause any harm to you, but this world is cruel and evil, so I offer you the power to defend yourself and those you care for, but for that, you must abandon their humanities, I will not force them to accept or refuse, I will be waiting outside on those who want the power to protect will go there and those who do not want to stay

alecs left the room and looked back and saw that everyone agreed with him so alecs smiled and kept walking until he reached the room where the seven surviving soldiers were now sleeping and to alecs surprise, everyone had already completed the transition and were meditating

to be continued

" What the hell? " 

It was the 4th time seeing my reflection on the body mirror. To no avail, it didn't change. The same hair, same face, same aura, there was no doubt it was the woman's body. Looking down at my body, I was clothed with a lustrous night gown, embroidered with sampaguitas and lined with sophisticated lace. I frowned. Why am I in this situation?

 Let's think: although this body definitely was the ghost's, it seemed quite different than what I saw last night. She looks younger. Maybe in her late teens? Not to mention, her smoother skin, clear eyes, and beautiful fingers. It's as if she never did any work nor cried.

' Would I look like this if I took care of myself better? ' 

And come to think of it, the woman I saw last night looked more mature and stressed, (although she looks neater than I would if I was haggard) and seemed like she was calling for help. Or maybe it was a hallucination of mine.

Also, what happened to my real body? Did she possess it in return? But if what she told me last night was true, we're one and the same. Did I really die? Ugh. Nothing makes sense anymore.

Okay. It's not the time to think of such thoughts. For the time being, I need to know where I am. 

I took a glance behind me. There was no way I was accepting that I'm in an entirely different room, let alone being in a different body. Is this a dream? Am I imagining things? I know that I have some creative tendencies, but this was on a whole new level. 

It feels real.

Plus, the woman must be rich. A noble? The room looks lavish, with the wood on all areas beautifully garnished and the windows made of capiz. 

And what was the ghost's name again? Mariah? No, that's too Western. Maliah? No, I should've remembered that if that were the case. Mahala? Hmm...

As I pondered, I sat on a nearby wooden chair and rested my head on my hand.

Knock, knock!

" Binibining Mahalia Evangelio, this is Consilla, requesting your permission to come in. " 

Snapping out of my thoughts, that must be her maid? And Mahalia Evangelio. That should be her name. A pretty one at that. Her parents sure know how to give names.

" Uh..c-come in. " 

The door creaked open and revealed a young girl modestly dressed in a plain baro't saya, bowing her head as her eyes met mine.

" I greet Binibining Mahalia Evangelio, daughter of Don Rogardo and Donya Seleña. "

Okay? Mahalia is an aristocrat. Stuck between acknowledging Consilla or ignoring her, I instinctively sat up from my seat and bowed back. Shoot, I messed up.

Even I knew that nobles shouldn't bow back to the servants, my previous habit of bowing down to others as Cecilia did not go away that quickly. I quickly stood up properly and averted my gaze from the girl.

" Oh-oh my, Binibini! Are you not feeling well? " her shaking voice hinted that she was surprised by the strange behavior Mahalia (well, me) showcased. Trying to cover up my mistake, I faked a cough.

" Well, I do think I might have caught a cold. " I replied with a formal tone, I think. My only reference was the countless novels I've read about historical themed romances. Yes, the romances where women were sometimes depicted as wearing corsets as full upper attire. Inaccurate, really. But everything is inaccurate in some ways, even history. I was told that history was written by the victors. And despite the dark gist of that saying, it wasn't entirely wrong.

" You should go back to bed, Binibini. Let me assist you. " Consilla scurried towards my direction and helped me stand up. Faking my illness, I coughed more and let myself lean on her shoulder. 

' Should I really be doing this? Poor child. '

As I lied on the bed once again, she bowed down. " I'll prepare a hot towel for you and get some medicine from the doctor. " 

" G-go ahead. " I gestured my hand towards her direction to dismiss her. She let herself out of the room, and I was all alone again.

Sighing, I need to think of my situation. I had no clue who this Mahalia was except her being a noble and the way she looked like me. 

Glancing at the table next to the bed, my eyes stopped at a shiny object inside one of the half-opened drawers. As curiosity loomed over me, I opened the drawer fully to see the contents. Inside, there was a key with intricate carvings. This must be the one that was causing the shine. Just remarkable. Next to it was an ink bottle and a quill. Thinking about the purpose of the key, maybe Mahalia was hiding something. And considering the ink bottle and quill, Mahalia knew how to write. What did she hide? A pile of letters? Some books? Or maybe... a diary?

That must be it.

If it is a diary, it could definitely help me in this situation. But where is it hidden? 

Let's accept that Mahalia's my previous self, at least for now. Alright. Where would I (Mahalia) hide it? 

Scanning the room, the only things inside are: the bed with the canopy, the side drawers, the table and chair set, the body mirror, and a painting of a flower field. There's nothing else—no bookshelves and what-knots. Just a decent sophisticated room.

To check, I grabbed the key from the drawer and headed for the painting. I've seen this in movies so many times, it could just work. I hope. 

I carefully lifted the painting and to my surprise, it revealed a small keyhole on the wall. Satisfied, I hung the painting back and quickly hid the key inside the drawer and lied down on the bed. I decided that I should wait until evening so other people won't impose on my current predicament.

" Binibining Mahalia, this is Consilla. I have brought the doctor. " the servant's voice was heard just outside the door. It's a good thing I decided to lie down first.

" Come in. " I replied. In went a man who looked like he was in his late 30's, clothed in a formal attire, holding a suitcase. He bowed as he went beside the bed. 

" I greet Binibining Mahalia Evangelio, daughter of Don Rogardo and Donya Seleña. " 

Hmm... aren't their greetings a bit too much? Let's just shrug it off for now.

" Are you still feeling unwell, Binibining Mahalia? " the doctor asked as he sat by the chair Consilla has placed near the bed.

" Ah... I don't think so. But I think it's better to be safe than sorry. " I let out a weak smile. Consilla and the doctor looked surprised and looked at each other as if they're conversing through their minds.

" Um... " 

" Oh, but of course. I'll prescribe the medicine after I check your condition. " he opened his suitcase to reveal medical equipment. I sat up and he began checking my vital signs. 

" You seem perfectly fine, Binibini. " the doctor said as he put the stethoscope back into the suitcase. " But if you feel tired, it's best that you rest for a while, " he added.

" Alright. Thank you. " Weirdly, both of the people with me looked surprised. What's with them? I just said words of gratitude... don't tell me Mahalia doesn't thank anyone! 

" If that is all, Binibining Mahalia, I request that I may be able to leave. " the doctor stood up and bowed again. " You can go, " I answered. 

As he exited the room, I called for Consilla.

" Yes, Binibining Mahalia? " she asked with a smile.

Even though I'm in a weird and vague situation, when I'm hungry, I'm hungry. 

" C-can you bring the food on the bed? I'm hungry. " I answered bashfully. How bold of me to order a servant who is not under my supervision. But what was I supposed to do? I'm hungry.

" Ah, of course. Please wait a while. " Consilla bowed before she left the room.

With my stomach rumbling as I am left alone in the room, I began thinking that this is reality, and not a mere dream, for I have not instantly accepted what I lost as Cecilia, and not prepared for what will happen from here on out living as Mahalia. 

If what Mahalia said is true, then I'm her and she's me. We're both the same person. It was simple as that.

Yet how could something so simple make no sense at all?

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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.

「Status atual: Extraível」

Você está falando sério agora ?! Eu posso extrair! Sim!

Um homem é reencarnado no universo One Piece com as habilidades da dimensão de caça de bolso, veja Ezio D. Auditore chegar ao topo do mundo One Piece

Early morning, I'm dragged out of bed by a very aggressive Yuri noona and manhandled into the companies van as we set off.

Still barely awake, I yawn uncontrollably while I make myself snug into the leather seat.

I struggle until I finally find the perfect position, unlike Baechu who is able to fall asleep in any pose,  I finally find myself comfortable, as I am turned on my side with  my right hand under me clasping my left hand that's come from the opposite side supporting my head.

Just as I am drifting back off to sleep, the driver announces unceremoniously "We are here"

I'm once again forcefully handled and dragged inside a traditional Korean themed restaurant. 

Led into a private booth. Inside I am pleasantly surprised by how modern the furnishings are as in contrast to the outside.

As I enter I am greeted by two 30 year old female faces and a couple of bigger built men behind the cameras. 

The females are professionally dressed signalling their status as office workers. 

They look to be about similar in age, around their early 30's. 

The one to my left seems like the less senior one, her hair is tied neatly as to not interfere in her work, while the other's hair is much shorter and loose in a bob styled. While neither are what you would call traditional beauties, both are above average in looks and have this working girl charm about them.

Setting my wallet and  scarf down on the table I greet.

"Morning I'm Dylan Park nice to meet you."

"Hi Dylan, I am Suri An and this is Im Jeong-ah the executive director of the show"

"We couldn't have made this meeting a little later in the day?" I laugh

"(hahaha) It's pretty late in the day ... for us" One of the two says

"7:30 ? Geez you producers have it tough. I need my beauty sleep"

"Oh so you are saying we aren't pretty enough to require beauty sleep?" Jeong-ah asks

"I take it you are the main writer?"

"Why do you say so?" She tilts her head quizzically

"Well seeing how you were able to spin my words, makes me think you worked for a tabloid" I answer

"Daebak! I used to work for Chosun"

"I knew it! You just have the face for a newspaper!  I kid, I kid. So since we have gotten the pleasantries out of the way, mind getting to the real questions? I got an audition later"

"Oh quite the confident young man we've got here" Jeong-ah says

"Some take it as arrogance" I respond

" 'It's only arrogance, if you're wrong' Did I get the saying right? " Jeong-ah asks Suri for confirmation

" If you are quoting Simone de Beauvoi, then you are correct" I interrupt

"Wow not only good looking but smart too. Trying to match a girl for you, that the audience is going to think is suitable is tough" She says

"I haven't yet said that I'll join. You seem pretty confident yourself"

"Well you coming to the meeting was 9/10ths of the work"

" You got me there. So let's start with my questions, what story do you plan on portraying to the world with me?" I ask

She takes a second to think before she breaks into a smile, " The nations love"

"Interesting, elaborate"

"In short. Due to the call I had with your agent and since I had you in mind. I have had an idea.... The greatest noona romance in history"

Taking a deep breath, she prepares herself to begin an expose.

Suri turns to me and has a look on her face as if to say, 'here were go again'

Jeong-ah then begins to speak, "Age serves an important role in the way we relate to each other, in romances especially so. Being able to break down the age gap, whether male or female is particularly interesting not only to me but to all viewers.

Noona romances have something very interesting to say about the power of choice. Unlike the more tropey romances which this show has and often portrays. 

Love and embarking on a relationship is a choice. What we usually try to portray is love as magical, bigger than ourselves, and being able to plow through any obstacles in its way — and while all of this is true, noona romances often linger over the heroines' decision-making.

If love is presented as a choice for our noonas, what sort of things get in the way of what seems like a perfectly acceptable and delightful proposition? Our first reaction would be to say the age of the hero. It's therefore up to the hero, to prove his maturity and loyalty.

Seeing you portray the hero who slowly breaks down, the older woman's walls will prove challenging and fun. 

Remember the show is semi-scripted. All we do is provide a location, i.e. date, location, theme and time. It's therefore up to you to decide if you can win her heart or not. And if you do whether the heroine be able to put her baggage aside and fully commit to the relationship?

This has the opportunity to be a rich story that explores the imperfections of human nature. After all, behind the noona romance, there's just a story about people.

So what do you say Dylan, will you join me?"

What's up with that crazed look in her face? Is she trying to get me to join a cult? I can't say she didn't speak right to my soul though.

"Who will be playing the Heroine in this story"

She takes a moment, before flashing me a knowing smirk, "That I can't tell you. But I assure you it will be Korea's biggest story ever. That I promise you."

"And If I say no?" 

"You will forever regret not taking this opportunity" 

"What are you willing to bet on this?" 

"My career and eye for talent" 

At this time in my previous life, I really can't recall if any big names joined the Got Married Production, but neither did Brilliant legacy reach 30% in ratings. 

This is a decision which for the first time since living this new life, I have no confidence in.

If this causes my wings to burn, I will just piece it together. 

Thinking back to something Choo once said, "Life is not meant to be stable, its supposed to have ups and down like a heart monitor. That's how we know that we are alive" 

Moments like those make me certain that no matter how much lives I live, I will always fall for her. 

Resolution fills my eyes as I flash her my pearly whites, stand up from the seat and reach out with my right hand toward the Pd-nim.

"LET'S SHOOT SOME REALITY TV!"

Dylan was an ordinary 18 year old with a particular taste for the older girls. What will happen when one day he finds himself in the past possessing a body no longer his own.

Dylan: "Where am I?"

"OMG i'm hot!?"

"Its time to .duh duh duh. Pick up noonas!"

How far will cheesy pickup lines and knowledge of the future take him ? Its anyones guess

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Hello Friends! ( ͠~ ᴗ ͠° )
I'm excited to see you picking up this first original novel of mine. In advance, THANK YOU for adding this into your collection. I do hope you will enjoy reading and just have fun...destress along the way. My motto as an author and reader is to 'escape for a single moment in time'. 
The original title of this book was 'Homewrecker's Love', but to make it easier to find, you can imagine why I renamed it. As a reader, I'm guilty of searching for these cheesy titles, so WHY NOT? Though the story's anything BUT, I promise you. 
I don't usually write contemporary romances but, I was inspired because after reading several never-ending smut manga with terrible leads...I got fed up. And thus, TCHM was born!                    ٩( ͡◡ ᴗ͡◡ )۶ Hurray! 
Please note, I love romances with smut (sex) so if it's not up your alley, please do not attempt this. You have been warned. ( ˘︹˘ ) Otherwise, seriously I hope you enjoy it. 
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- Mistress 
"Just one glance, and I'm intrigued. 
I've never felt like this before. 
A complete stranger but after one night together...
He wants me for thirty nights.
This isn't like me.
But he makes me want to shed my good girl image.
Can I handle the fire?
Or will I get burn?"

- President
"Commitment? Love?
I don't need those things. 
I'm a man on top of the world.
Until I met her, my exception.
So fucking beautiful and adorable. 
Fuck. See what I mean?
She messes with my head.
I can't get her out of mind."

[warning: R-18 content, explicit scenes] 

Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of names, characters, places and incidents is purely coincidental.

STATUS : COMPLETED

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Excerpt :

“If you’re willing, spend the night with me.” He coaxes seductively, his lips burning a path down my neck. 

What do I answer? Yes or no?

I’m not an idiot. This attractive man is prepositioning me, and I’ve never felt more alive. The lust swimming in his marvelous eyes is an aphrodisiac. It’s heady, knowing I can make a man like him crazy for me. I bite my lip, grinning naughtily. “You realize you’re the one coming onto me now?”

“Guilty as charged,” He swipes his thumb erotically across my lower lip. “You look so good. I want to eat you up.” 

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