Elizabethe

I’ve silently watched her for a year, staying hidden in the shadows, biding my time. She may know me as two different men, but she doesn’t have a clue what I’ve done. She unknowingly became mine the moment my eyes touched her beauty. But I’ve done things… things she may not be able to forgive. I know all her secrets, her habits, her preferred coffee, what she does in her spare time, her favorite lingerie brand, and that she sleeps naked. At night, I watch her from her window. During the day, I watch her from my computer. She innocently bares her heart and body to me, and I soak up every fucking second of it. I’ve stayed away, but I’m tired of watching her from afar. It’s time Poppy finds out just who I am and what I’m willing to do to take what’s mine. She may hate me when she finds out the lengths I’ve gone to with the things I’ve done, but she has no choice but to accept it. She will be my wife. She will mother my children. I will claim every part of her heart, body, and soul. Anything else is unacceptable. Poppy Lexington has become my endless obsession. I will become her uncontrollable addiction. Disclaimer Not intended for readers under the age of 18 due to explicit language and sexual acts. If a twisted-obsessed-stalker that likes to watch his prey unawares is not to your tastes, then you may want to skip this one. You have been warned.

Two Brothers One Top FBI Agent The other a brilliant, twisted criminal An undying hatred between them Now, a perfect crime The ultimate challenge Stop me if you can

Translator’s Note The challenges for the translator of Mo Yan’s powerful historical novel begin with the title, Tanxiang xing, whose literal meaning is “sandalwood punishment” or, in an alternate reading, “sandalwood torture.” For a work so utterly reliant on sound, rhythm, and tone, I felt that neither of those served the novel’s purpose. At one point, the executioner draws out the name of the punishment he has devised (fictional, by the way) for ultimate effect: “Tan—xiang—xing!” Since the word “sandalwood” already used up the three original syllables, I needed to find a short word to replicate the Chinese as closely as possible. Thus: “Sandal—wood—death!” Beyond that, as the novelist makes clear in his “Author’s Note,” language befitting the character and status of the narrators in Parts One and Three helps give the work its special quality of sound. Adjusting the register for the various characters, from an illiterate, vulgar butcher to a top graduate of the Qing Imperial Examination, without devolving to American street lingo or becoming overly Victorian, has been an added challenge. Finally, there are the rhymes. Chinese rhymes far more easily than English, and Chinese opera has always employed rhyme in nearly every line, whatever the length. I have exhausted my storehouse of rhyming words in translating the many arias, keeping as close to the meaning as possible or necessary. As with all languages, some words, some terms, simply do not translate. They can be defined, described, and deconstructed, but they steadfastly resist translation. Many words and terms from a host of languages have found their way into English and settled in comfortably. Most of those from Chinese, it seems, date from foreign imperialists’ and missionaries’ unfortunately misread or misheard Chinese-isms: “coolie,” “gung ho,” “rickshaw” (actually, that comes via Japanese), “godown,” “kungfu,” and so on. I think it is time to update and increase the meager list, and to that end, I have left a handful of terms untranslated; a glossary appears at the end of the book. Only one is given in a form that differs slightly from standard Pinyin: that is “dieh,” commonly used for one’s father in northern China. The Pinyin would be “die”! This is a long, very “Chinese” novel, both part of and unique to Mo Yan’s impressive fictional oeuvre. There are places that are difficult to read (imagine how difficult they were to translate), but their broader significance and their stark beauty are integral to the work. I have been the beneficiary of much encouragement in this engrossing project. My gratitude to the ❄winter girl❄ from Magantoon for her generous support, and to lele, Comfort, Grace, and David for writing for me. Jonathan Stalling has been in my corner from the beginning, for whose new and important series this is the inaugural work of fiction. Thanks to Jane for her meticulous editing. Finally, my thanks to the author for making clear some of the more opaque passages and for leaving me on my own for others. And, of course, to all my best reader, sharpest critic, and, from time to time, biggest fan. ELIZABETHE

A story of a young girl called Betty Lopez got herself into trouble on her Eighteen birthday night which led to a young man that they escape together doing that night when the police came to patrol that same in which her father was one of the police men looking for the criminal in the party What will be the fate of Betty Lopez? Betraying! Lies? And also being a student and skipping classes just to see her boyfriend THIS BOOK IS GENERATED FROM A GAME CALLED CHOICES THERE IS NO SEX IN THIS STORY AND IT IS A SHORT STORIES THERE WILL BE A RELEASE OF THREE CHAPTERS IN A WEEK IT DEALS WITH CAR RACING, ROBBING OF CARS. AUTHOR: ELIZABETHE YOU ARE FEEL FREE TO GIVE YOUR COMMENT

A year has passed since the Fourth Great Ninja War, and Kakashi's appointment to Hokage looms. But first he heads to the land of waves for a dangerous mission rescuing hostages from top secret airship. There he confront a ninja whose heart is frozen by strategy. Having lost both his friend's eye his greatest ability, can Kakashi really protect anyone? what is the true meaning of the will of fire gained in the distant heavens? Kakashi finds these answers and more as he opens the door of new ERA

The mysterious girl power of a serpent gold bracelet plunges Ivy, a British girl, into ancient Egyptian space and time. At the banquet that hides the smell of coup, she meets the son of pharaoh Befei Tu. Befei Tu falls in love with the beautiful and intelligent girl named Nefetarri and want to make her a concubine but Ivy or her allias Nefetarri, is unable to stand firm her heart and choose to go back to the modern eventually! When the gold opened time and space again, Ivy found that Befei Tu was the famous pharaoh Ramses II, and history was drastically changed because of her choice

“One can never help being born into perfection,” I whispered. He came close, wrapping an arm around my waist so that we faced each other. His nose tickled mine. He ran his fingers across my cheek so gently it seemed he was afraid I would break. “No, I don’t suppose you can,” he breathed. With his hand holding my face toward his, he lowered his lips to mine and gave me the faintest whisper of a kiss. Something about the tentativeness of it made me feel beautiful. Without a word, I could understand how excited he was to have this moment, but then afraid at the same time. And deeper than any of that, I sensed that he adored me. This novel is a series which is divided into many part so it is either I put it together all through or put it in selection 1. THE SELECTION 2.THE ELITE 3.THE ONE 4.THE CROWN ATTENTION : THIS NOVEL ISN'T WRITTEN BY ME (WARRIOR XI) IT IS PRACTICALLY AND CHEMICALLY WRITTEN BY THE GREAT WRITER CALLED " KIERA CASS " Repeat this isn't written by author warriorxi thanks so much muah

“We should start back,” Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them. “The wildlings are dead.” “Do the dead frighten you?” Ser Waymar Royce asked with just the hint of a smile. Gared did not rise to the bait. He was an old man, past fifty, and he had seen the lordlings come and go. “Dead is dead,” he said. “We have no business with the dead.” “Are they dead?” Royce asked softly. “What proof have we?” “Will saw them,” Gared said. “If he says they are dead, that’s proof enough for me.” Will had known they would drag him into the quarrel sooner or later. He wished it had been later rather than sooner. “My mother told me that dead men sing no songs,” he put in. “My wet nurse said the same thing, Will,” Royce replied. “Never believe anything you hear at a woman’s tit. There are things to be learned even from the dead.” His voice echoed, too loud in the twilit forest. “We have a long ride before us,” Gared pointed out. “Eight days, maybe nine. And night is falling.” Ser Waymar Royce glanced at the sky with disinterest. “It does that every day about this time. Are you unmanned by the dark, Gared?” Will could see the tightness around Gared’s mouth, the barely suppressed anger in his eyes under the thick black hood of his cloak. Gared had spent forty years in the Night’s Watch, man and boy, and he was not accustomed to being made light of. Yet it was more than that. Under the wounded pride, Will could sense something else in the older man. You could taste it; a nervous tension that came perilous close to fear. Will shared his unease. He had been four years on the Wall. The first time he had been sent beyond, all the old stories had come rushing back, and his bowels had turned to water. He had laughed about it afterward. He was a veteran of a hundred rangings by now, and the endless dark wilderness that the southron called the haunted forest had no more terrors for him. Until tonight. Something was different tonight. There was an edge to this darkness that made his hackles rise. Nine days they had been riding, north and northwest and then north again, farther and farther from the Wall, hard on the track of a band of wildling raiders. Each day had been worse than the day that had come before it. Today was the worst of all. A cold wind was blowing out of the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. All day, Will had felt as though something were watching him, something cold and implacable that loved him not. Gared had felt it too. Will wanted nothing so much as to ride hellbent for the safety of the Wall, but that was not a feeling to share with your commander. Especially not a commander like this one. Ser Waymar Royce was the youngest son of an ancient house with too many heirs. He was a handsome youth of eighteen, grey-eyed and graceful and slender as a knife. Mounted on his huge black destrier, the knight towered above Will and Gared on their smaller garrons. He wore black leather boots, black woolen pants, black moleskin gloves, and a fine supple coat of gleaming black ringmail over layers of black wool and boiled leather. Ser Waymar had been a Sworn Brother of the Night’s Watch for less than half a year, but no one could say he had not prepared for his vocation. At least insofar as his wardrobe was concerned. His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin. “Bet he killed them all himself, he did,” Gared told the barracks over wine, “twisted their little heads off, our mighty warrior.” They had all shared the laugh. It is hard to take orders from a man you laughed at in your cups, Will reflected as he sat shivering atop his garron. Gared must have felt the same. “Mormont said as we should track them, and we did,” Gared said. “They’re dead. They shan’t trouble us no more. There’s hard riding before us. I don’t like this weather. If it snows, we could be a fortnight getting back, and snow’s the best we can hope for. Ever seen an ice storm .

Bella moved from her Mother's house to her father's compound through some family divorce I never thought I would die or given much on how I would die though I had reason enough in the last few months but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this. I started without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he look pleasantly back at me. Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought to count for something I knew that I had never gone to forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream do far beyond any of your expectations, it is not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. The Hunter smiles in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me

. Thousands of years went back remembering the symbols of our line that we must revise before going out because of save I guess, penalty of it is death James " Mom shouted from downstairs and I rushed downstairs to meet" come on revise before time run out baby " holding me tight for thought" That we may understand Lucifer is master of all To declare our world We must fight for what Is ours to gain peace Bless us king Lucifer And guide US through Shadow to valley, AMEN. . Acknowledge the fact that am still a little boy but believe me I dreams are terrible and I never know how to fight back when it is attacking, mom slow down What is going on and why is the going too far' asked my mom all of a sudden while she is checking her rear mirror' all is well is well is what she give back to my respond . In a twinkle of an eye an accident occur . I could not remember a single sin that we have that can cause accident,we revise the words everyday, saw my mom struck at the sit not moving and all her head is full of blood then I heard a voice at the back " take the boy out " .This nearly make me faint someone strut the back seat and drag me ,Oh geez I glance at the face and look down immediately because the face was dareable Put me down, Mom Mom Mom ,put me down ,let go of me .All I heard last was what they use to hit my head before passing out Still on the where they threw me and everything I could see was just darkness and a little incarcerate window, I tried to reach it but was impossible. Let me out of here you jerk ,I want to see my mom " I scream out" you mother is dead boy "strange voice" What! Let me out you idiot my mom is not dead yet ,she is not dead yet,you motherfucker Then the wall open up. Shit a wall is the door " I exclaim.

ThE WoRlD Grandma opens the door and still found me sleeping on the couch helplessly, tap me on my leg for me to wake up. Wake Said gran gran. am up am up i shouted out of emotion facing her cuddle face . I really need today money from Mr.Wang to complete your college infact am selling the television to make up the money for you,now rise up to the world my love and get dress I sluggishly stand to my feet to occupy my working space but unknown to me i forgot my card in my working place"shit ' i shouted from no where and pick up the towel to have my bathe. Few minute later,get dress and grandma goodbye and went on my way Mr Hong: Bei bei, good morning.How is gran gran and the house"he shouted from across the street while arranging the fruit in his shop" Bei: am good mr Hong. My regards to your wife and the baby"driving my bike away from his present and saw him waving foolishly towards me" I really need the present of keeping mute from time to time in other to avoid foolish greeting from people ONE HOUR LATER .Reaching mr wang office and found him kissing his secretary without knocking he gave me some unpleasant look which means stay outside you brat. Few minute later the lady came out adjusting her skirt and top 'bicth' said inside myself and went inside to him the whore Mr Wang: Bei, didnt your grandma teach you some manner before coming here 'shouting at me in his office with a angry face' Bei: am sorry about my manners sir, i promise it wont repeat itself " facing his table and looking down in other to avoid eye contact ,sit down I heard him saying,I took one of his chair and sat down Mr Wang: So what bring you here Bei Bei: please we need your help sir. Gran gran sent me here to beg you so that you can borrow her some money and she promise to return it after collecting her money from those owning her please Mr Wang Mr Wang: (screaming) how can your grandma pay my money without working and you self not having a paid job, so how will she pay me my money that she is still oweing hunn Bei: please sir I will work hard to repay you ,i will work and really really work harder and overtime sir. Please we need this money Mr Wang:(laughing harder) you really want to work harder Bei: yes Mr Wang"I quickly give back my response" Mr Wang: ok , you will be delivering some things to some house and i will be paying you if you like Bei: yes i will do it Mr Wang and i will work hard sir Mr Wang: then your work start now.Go to factory and other for some noodles and ice cream and sell it .Bring back my money in the night Bei: ok sir"I stood up from the chair and walk away towards the factory......I order for many things just incase of necessity. TWO HOURS LATER Ice cream "check" Noodles"check" Sticks"check" Spoons"check" Package"check" Bei: FIGHTING "I rode my bike through the rough city and begin .Y