obey me shall we date

“What? You thought we were sharing a room? You will have our baby through artificial insemination.” I watched as she deflated like a pierced balloon. Thrown into a contract marriage by circumstances, Nora Reidy, a 25 year old medical student, finds herself fighting for her life. Some members of her new family and a love rival want her dead. Her husband Maxwell Ratliff, a 31 years old multi billionaire first hate, changes his mind, falls in love with her then resorts to hating her again after she was framed. She is booted out of the marriage, pregnant. Her enemies are still not satisfied, she is shot at, kidnapped and dumped in a foreign country. Nora and Maxwell must conquer the third parties that vow to destroy their marriage or part ways forever, which will it be?

In the second installment of the theurgy series, Ryan is an orphan living an uncertain life. A promise, an oath made from retaliation has slowly lost its purpose as he finds himself questioning his goals. But as dark forces attempt to strangle the last bastions of peace within his grim life, he will do all he can to salvage it. We follow Ryan as he is targeted by the ever-present entity of Talin and its minions, discovering the secrets of his forgotten past and pledging and embracing the dangerous powers that dwell within him now. Can he really be the hero that Lyse swears him to be? Can he be a godslayer? Godslayer of Death

The Arrival of a late hero has arrived... He shall wield the once heroic sword once again in his journey to remember what he was before.. Will he rise or will he fall? Will the deep swallow him whole? Or will he prevail and see what this treacherous journey has awaited for him. Hero from the deep, what shall await for him. Will he prevail and uncover the secrets of this world? Or will he be striked with one blow.

Each person's destiny was thought of as a thread spun. It's a type of phenomenon that beyond's human control. I always dream about the people who met their ruin because of me. I died while feeling the guilt of my sin. I expected to wake up in hell for messing with their destiny but I met the Deity... We signed a contract.

Who is Ravan the Great and what is he after? What events caused him to become the widely feared "Ravan the Great?" Born Crest 8, 375 to a slave under the Earl of Rivas, Ravan was quickly sold to work at a slaughterhouse where he would grow up slaughtering animals with numerous other boys. And that is only the beginning of the unfortunate history that is the life of Ravan of Rivas. Fraught with loss, strife, and revenge, the many years which formed the slave-boy into the powerful man we fear are brought to the surface in these pages. From the creator of the mysterious man in the silver cloak first introduced in "The Key: Book 2 of The Rose Tree Chronicles," comes a series of tragic tales chronicling the events of Ravan of Rivas. While his mysterious ways deepen as "The Rose Tree Chronicles" continues, this backstory uncovers the whys and hows behind his complicated actions.

After being massacred vigorously in his past life, now floating into nothingness, in an abyss where darkness reigns, he opens his eyes, and saw a small speck of light, perhaps... another chance? --- "What would you like me call you?" the orb of light spoke, in a gentle and humble voice. "Ken, please call me by my name, Ken." the man in white said, looking enticed at the orb of light, further drawing him in it's alluring glow. "Understood, and what would be your wish Ken?" the orb of light asked. "To be a third party." Ken smiled. 'To be a slow Transmigrator.' he added in his thought.

After dying during a failed buttocks enlargement, Jasmine who just won a contest as the most beautiful lady in the was reincarnated in the opposite of who she was in her formal life. As the ugliest baby on earth, Ugly-face must achieve his eartly target, or be send back to hell... What is Ugly-face babbling about?" Alicia asked as she make a face at me, pinch my left cheek and said, "you can smile as long as you like. I am not a fans of yours, and your smile can't change my mind." "Let's go and play with other children. His bizarre smiling is giving me chills," Betty announced, hissed and walked off. "Will you play with him for a while?" Alice asked Alicia. "No chance, buddy. I can't touch that thing with six feet long pole," Alicia answered back, peeked at my face and let out, "babies smiles are supposed to make someone to feel relaxed, but your smilling is giving us chills." Alicia left, and I was left alone with Alice who keeps smiling back at me. "Give me your hand, sweetheart," I mumbled as I stretched my right hand towards her. "Poor baby... He is lonely and want me to carry him." "Yes, Babe. Carry me up and plant a wet kiss on my lips."

Beautiful Creatures is a fantasy affair that centers around a couple, Opal and Doug. It is about the mystery of their bloodline and the power that lies within their genetics to change the world. We journey with them through time and space, love and betrayal, to challenge the strength of love. Opal always wanted to discover who killed her father and for what reason he was killed. Why was she immortal and what exactly was she? She moves back to the Bloomfield estate, with her destined lover Doug,to heal from the past and to hunt down the killer. Only to find out that the hunter was instead, being hunted.

"Here are the leftovers for you, hurry up and finish them!" Marcel glanced at the plates filled with scattered rice, chicken bones with a little meat still attached, and vegetable soup with only the soup left. "Eat on the floor, as usual." Marcel looked down and looked at his wife, Shirley. "You have the nerve to tell me to finish your brothers' leftovers?" asked Marcel in a protesting tone, as he frowned reluctantly at the plates. The oppression Marcel experienced made him want to end his life by downing his parents' formula. However, instead of dying, he was transformed into a powerful being! Will his wife's family apologize?

O Bored Prowler of the white pages stained in dark ink. Do ye tire and lose interest in the scrolls of endless writers that tell the dry tales of Systems? Of modern men who traverse through time and space to arrive in fantastical worlds where they achieve naught but baseless journeys? Of tasteless worlds with no intrigue, failing to grasp thy mind? If that be the case, hearken unto me, O Prowler! Let me appeal to thy desire for adventure and darkness, bringing thee into the world of LEASTRIA, where ye shall follow the story of foul men born from distorted shadow! Where selfish Stars toy with fate from their Odd Demesnes! Where the Enlightened, the Sorcerers, the Cradlers and the Genuine Accursed roam and rend the Sheltered Lands with their obscene lust and greed! Where ye shall follow the story of the Cursed Child as he seeks ‘The Bringing’ and rises from meagrehood to significance under thy eyes. Hearken unto my voice and begin this tale, if ye fear not to prowl in Mythology. Do ye dare, O Prowler, to be lost in true Fantasy? ---------------- I will be posting this story on Royal Road under the name Shade Arjuun