Meet Felix Fontaine: emotionally clairvoyant, fabulously over it, and armed with a slap that resets lives. Welcome to Bitch, I’m Fabulous™ — A SCRIPT-COMS™ series told from the dyslexic, diagonally gifted mind of someone who thinks trauma should come with wardrobe changes. Come for the sass. Stay for the emotional reconstruction. New episodes weekly. First slap is free.

"Beneath the Sands of Time" Step into an ancient world of burning suns, sacred pyramids, and forbidden passion… 🌟 **Princess Kasiya** — fierce, radiant, and heir to the throne of Thebes — rules with unmatched grace and wisdom. But behind the gold and glory lies a heart aching for something deeper… something destined. 🌪️ A mysterious nomad, **Jalen**, appears from the dunes — a stranger with eyes like fire and a pendant matching a sacred royal relic. Is he a threat… or her fate? Betrayal brews within palace walls. Power-hungry nobles scheme. Forbidden love blossoms. And a prophecy older than Egypt itself begins to stir. 🔥 Will love defy the chains of royalty? Can two souls torn by time rewrite history beneath the desert stars? **Magic, rebellion, destiny, and a love written in the constellations — “Beneath the Sands of Time” is a tale you’ll feel in your bones and carry in your heart.

The Stone Day goes on forever Darkness takes my sight I won't leave you side The Stone is cold this night Angel of death sits,waits There is nothing for you here A voice inside my brain says..yes My love is very near Light can't touch you Darkness in my soul Eyes close in sadness My death will now unfold Ache in pain without you You are lost,as am I I can't live without you My life,a total lie Mind,lost I rest my head Near your heart Among the dead For you and me Within my heart,we are free The Angel comes Shows the way As rain falls,I die today Souls awakes From their slumber Finally free My love brings the thunder End has come,for me as one With my love,the wait is done Together again,beyond time The daylight breaks His stone,our shrine Love is neverending Never is it half The Stone stands upright Both names to show the path.

The swaying of your walk stern though swift eyes deeper than well and never can I tell if you're sad or at peace is it me that needs the peace should I just relax can you rub my back not like that wow now I feel attacked How can you love that I hear but I can't say I guess I will continue to pray

Today, however, her focus was pulled towards the hushed tones emanating from the consultation room down the hall. Mrs. Albright, a sweet, if somewhat anxious, woman in her early sixties, had just received a difficult diagnosis: early-onset bipolar disorder. Ellie had always had a soft spot for Mrs. Albright, who often brought in homemade cookies for the staff.

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This is a story of how unconditional loving almost put me behind bars. I believe this story will teach you a lot and actually help you to be aware of who you let into your life. Subscribe for continuation.

Tabitha sat up in her bed from a nightmare. She was in a cold sweat despite the room being rather warm. She couldn’t shake the feeling of dread she was awoken with. Throwing the blankets off her as she sat on the edge of the bed, she held her head in her hands. What had caused such a feeling of dread? She looked at the digital clock on the nightstand next to her. It read 2:35 am. Then she heard her bedroom door open to reveal the monster of a man that had been killing young women in their homes standing there in front of her. “How do you want to die?” She heard him call out. Tabitha reached for her gun and found it missing. This was it, she was going to die. That was what the feeling of dread was. She didn’t have time to answer him as he pointed her own gun at her and fired it. She had one last thought as she died, “At least my death wasn’t in vain.”

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Now in her 30s, Lizzie McGuire is navigating adulthood in Los Angeles. She works in digital marketing, still journals her thoughts (with a new “animated” inner voice), and leans on old friends as new life challenges emerge—career setbacks, dating disappointments, family drama, and rediscovering who she is all over again.

Loosing someone forever that drives you mad. Knowing you were more than friends but less than lovers.

Don’t ask questions, but question everything. A 2 part story about one of my first memories as a Paramedic many years ago.

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there, and have passed on, to all the families out there, a good dad or a bad dad. A family still isn't it without one, love/like them today, it's still their day, and here is a short story for them. (Sorry, I was late. I was busy on Father's Day and couldn't post anything early, just in case my dad saw it. Also, check out my Instagram faye_ink to see hand-drawn pictures of this story.)

The story explores a provocative and intimate relationship between stepsisters Emma and Olivia, their stepmom Sarah, and eventually their stepdad Tom. It delves into themes of curiosity, desire, and complex family dynamics as the characters share moments of exploration and connection. The narrative focuses on their evolving bond through sensual experiences, highlighting a blend of secrecy, trust, and intense emotional and physical intimacy within a blended family setting.

Purgatory has long been viewed as a plane of existence between the world of living and the world of the dead, but in reality it is home to all manners of mythical and monstrous creatures, ranging from vampires, to mountainous giants and even forgotten gods. Journey with Argam as he finds his place in this world.

“You’ll wear this.” Aiden held out a dress like it was part of a uniform. “What if I don’t want to?” He didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Just said, “Then I’ll assume you don’t want the money either.” I took the fabric with numb fingers, swallowing my pride with the silence he demanded. In that moment, I realized this marriage wouldn’t be built on vows. It would be built on power. And Aiden Thorne never handed that over willingly.

1st chapter to the Songs of War Novel The young Ardoni get a surpirse visit from their mentor as they...

The background of the world of Ardonia. History of the Great War, the Songs, and more This is a direct borrow from the original script.

i want a mirror but the mirror breaks not physically but the unbearable pain breaks it the monster in the end, will not abandon me i live with it, as i destroy every mirror