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Felicia's father had to leave his daughter with a heavy heart. He really hated leaving his daughter alone for so long but his inherited long running empire was so demanding and as leader, he couldn't just abandon it. He had to file endless reports on inventories, experiment on new merchandise, and make business deals with other companies. Unfortunately, recently, they were going through harsh times and many businesses have plummeted. His company was on the verge of going bankrupt and he was severely dependant on foreign exports and imports until the economy got better. Despite all his efforts to keep it alive, it was starting to fall and he

Mother Dearest - Cicero x Reader {chapter XXII} (Reader's personality/story is loosely based off my Skyrim OC Sithia.) A/N: The document for this chapter got too long. There will be another publication of this same chapter, but with the ending segment that I couldn't include due to this document since it was past the document's text limit. ✖----✖----✖~ Chapter 21: Putting on the Ritz (1/2) ~ The Radiant Raiment boutique is not far away, and is actually right across from the Winking Skeever tavern you and the Keeper had been inside when dealing with Malborn. Once stepping inside the clothing store, a little bronze bell

Warning: This shows you living your ENTIRE life with America. This involves what happens thousands of years from now. If you want to listen to the music I have linked in the story, open it in a new tab. I recommend listening, for the best results. Thank you! *Age: 3* “(Y/n), pass me the salt please?” “Yes sir!” You handed your Uncle Arthur said salt, smiling brightly. “Thank you, poppet.” “Why can’t we have the TV or some music on?” Alfred whined, next to you. “It’s the polite thing to do on Thanksgiving, bloody git…” “Name-calling isn’t very nice

Bodice Ripper Chapter One ~“I think I’m in danger of losing a lot around you, Vivian,” Darrow murmured into her sweet shoulder. “My heart, for example.” Vivian snorted in disbelief.~ Jareth snorted in disbelief as well, unable to fathom how he had written such crap. Not even ten months ago he had been flooded with ideas, inspiration buoyed by the flocks of lonely women leaving stores with his books clutched to their chests. But the praise had tapered off and been slowly replaced by a discontent murmur. When was the next book coming out? Could it possibly live up to his previous release? the sleeping city below.

Nekomancer (cont.) He stepped slowly through the threshold. My apartment wasn’t much to look at despite the futile efforts of the others to make it slightly more presentable than usual. He introduced himself as Carlos and I resorted to the same as usual, which definitely earned a raised eyebrow from him. I had some sense of what I looked like to him by now because of copious scanned and colored sketches from Alexis. My favorite was of blond catgirl me sitting on a swing. She often drew me blushing, which made me wonder if my catgirl self blushed more often than I did. I explained the illusion (or whatever it was) to him in much the s

Seasonal is walking through the mall, pretty excited. It is his birthday today, so he is shopping with one of his friends to find a gift. He won’t ask for anything expensive of course, but this is still a lot of fun. The two friends check out many stores together. The friend, a girl named Kelly, knew that Seasonal liked dragon themed items, so they went to stores likely to have items like that. They visited stores that sell dragon figurines and some shops that sell merchandise from many different series, including dragon-themed ones. It was at a shop fitting the latter category where they found something that peaked Seasonal’s in

Chapter 30: An End to Excess ???       In the blink of an eye, he had been taken away. He didn't even know how it happened, it just did. He had been swept away from his family and friends, leaving behind not a single trace. He was a captive.       A prisoner of war.       The room around him was small, or at least it seemed so; it was so dark he couldn't be sure. Black walls were all around him, not a single torch around to light up the room even a little bit. The only illumination was the dark light that came from the swirling black mass called the

(Request fanfic) Title comes from the song by George Benson (here’s the link of the said song: [link]) Anyone having their birthday today? Happy birthday to you then! Reiner plans a special birthday present for you and asked me to write about it. For clear information, this is unrelated to any of my previous AU’s – say it as oneshot present. Disclaimer in the description below, as always.        You’re on your way to the venue where your boyfriend – Reiner – told you to go via text. Deep down you already know today is your birthday and had your own little surprise with some co-worker friends. But, you ha

His Boss (Jean x Businesswoman!Reader) (AU) Chapter 7: His Boss, Troubles in Paradise Warning: Might Contain Swearing Previously... After we returned to our apartment I went to take a shower. At the moment I felt relaxed, like nothing could go wrong. I had realised my feelings for (Name), I was true to myself and (Name) truly loved me back. I had a home, a job, a girlfriend. Everything was going perfect. Until that moment. Up until a thud coming from our bedroom, I was happy. After that, I no longer was happy. Now... I finished showering and went back to our bedroom. To my surprise, I saw (Name) getting dressed up to leave. But we just came

        Valentine’s Day. Ruby had heard of it on a yearly basis as she grew up. Classmates always reminded her that it was an actual holiday when their classrooms were decorated in paper hearts and everyone was gushing about boring stuff, like who liked who.        Ruby never cared about it. She figured that romance was just something other people did for reasons unknown. She knew that there were better things to do with her time, like looking forward to a life of protecting people and slaughtering dozens of Grimm with a single swing. So how come, Ruby wondered, she was looking at a display of V

Chapter 20 – The Volition of the Fragments “Don’t you have a closet full of fancy suits already? Why do you need a new one?” Kaito leaned back on the recliner in the corner of the room, goblet in hand. With his free hand, he gestured vaguely towards the east wall of the workshop, towards the palace in the center of Alm-Ardjalus. That day Luka was busy with dance and basic etiquette lessons (not one of her favorite subjects). Meanwhile, Gakupo and Kaito were at the official establishment in charge of sewing clothes for the mages of the city. The shop was a refined business with polished mirrors in every wall and burst

(Genre: Fetish-y fiction of a sleepy, gently fem-dom-ish nature, wherein guys are victims and gals are just fine with that.) As you recall… A freak super collider accident hurls a young man through a tear in the fabric of dimensional space to land in a world so very similar to his own, yet so different.  On this alternative Earth, society is dominated by women, who make up 80% of the planet’s population. Males were supplanted by females many generations ago, because male aggression and desire for power and control were destroying their world.  In this new society, the most sacred law and tenet is that no human may take the life

Author's Note: This story involves yaoi/gay romance. For readers 18+ only. Story rating is R for violence, sexual content, and strong language. Guardian Angels Chapter Thirteen ~*~ Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. The trees in the park turned gold and orange as fall slipped by, and then the city was gripped in winter. Just before the first snow fall, Erin found a job. The scars on his neck had faded down more than he'd thought they would. They were by no means unnoticeable. In fact, Erin found it disturbing how many people he caught staring at him. But they were much lighter and not quite as raised as he thought they'd

Jake sat in his truck and sighed. His hands were sweaty on the wheel, no sound but the engine idling. He had pulled up to the place because his fence had told him the owner of the house died and left loads of valuable merchandise alone. Not that he could tell by looking at the place; it was a two-story wreck. The paint was peeling in several places, even in the meager light shed by the moon and his headlights he could see patches of the rotting, corpse-gray wood beneath the faded apricot paint. He turned the key and killed the engine, before clambering out of his truck. The truck door squeaked in the bitter late-autumn cold, the ground in th

Guinevere had immediately left the arena, Mordred trailing close behind as they tried to keep up with the King. Arturia had been the first one out, but she likely hadn’t gone far. Indeed, it was Mordred who saw her first; she had immediately run off, giggling like mad as Guinevere moved to keep up. The tent Arturia had entered was deceptively small, not one would expect a Knight to have, let alone a King. As soon as Guinevere managed to get Mordred to calm down a little more, they had entered; Arturia was halfway out of her armour, but still had enough on underneath to hide her gender, dressed in a tunic of deep blue and beige trouser

Sirona of Arabia The Prince and his slave Chap 2: A Day In The Life Of A Slave ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hey there everyone! Sorry it took me so long to get this chap up. Typing can be a bitch sometimes, but I'm happy with the way it turned out. I hope that you like it as well. But I'm sure that you'll like it, and it will be better than the original. So when your done, make sure you leave a review. Ok. Disclaimer: Why do we even have to bother this these? This is called fanfiction after all. Text means text "Text" means speech 'Text' means inner thoughts 'Text' means Inner S

The Festival It has been a few months since the events of TDI and everyone soon learns that they all leave pretty close to each other and hanging out with each other. Duncan was getting up from bed in his white boxers shorts and starts doing his regular push-up routine to keep himself in shape. It was March Break and the guys all had made plans to hang out together for this long weekend but first they needed to make some plans so after Duncan finished his workout routine he slipped on some pants and a t-shirt called Bridgette since she always has to wake up earlier than him to get the Surf Shack ready during spring break, “Hello?”

Lucidia Brightsteel lay shivering on the filthy straw pallet and stared at the humongous spiders crawling up the wall of the tiny stone cell.  The tattered, blood-stained remnants of her nightgown did little to ward off the damp cold.  How long has she been down here in the dungeons below the castle?  Judging by the regular meals the fiends have been bringing her, three days minimum.  How ironic it is that she should end her days wasting away in these cold, dank cells when she herself condemned many a soul to that same fate.  Those tortured souls are probably laughing themselves silly about right now.  She really didn’t care anymore. S