This is the story of my life. I am Mutnodjmet, and when this tale begins, I am fifteen years old, on the very day of my wedding. I am to marry Pharaoh himself: my father. The year is 1350 BC, in the ancient city of Luxor, Egypt.
Drowned and discarded, Brandon awakens as Noah Weaverheart—an expendable noble in a doomed story. But with the Sovereign Bond System, he steals talents at godlike scale. Ice affinity. Sovereign power. Harem included. If fate made him a stepping stone, he’ll become the avalanche that buries the hero.
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Death doesn't work exactly the way you'd think. And La Petit Mort -- a specialist Death -- is having one of the more remarkable days of her career. Note on tags: numerous mentions of death throughout the story. I've tagged it as snuff to be safe, but don't think the death itself is especially fetishized. I'd primarily consider this a paranormal/supernatural/magic story, so I've put it in the Supernatural genre -- hopefully others agree!
The congregation of the Church of Redemption includes many good people and some not so good. The new pastor, Reverend JJ Gillis and Lieutenant John Flett are independently caught up in the various intrigues and their perception of sexual morality undergoes a major transformation.
Nathan takes his girfriend and her daughter to his vacation home out in the country for safety as the USA has been targeted with an engineered plague that initally looks like the flu. Read as they try to survive.
Liza is in the change booth at the Banana Republic at her local mall when a teenage punk just enters and starts feeling her up. Pretty soon, he's doing more than just groping her big tits and tight pussy, and her journey to becoming the new mall slut begins...
The customs of all cultures seem strange and for little purpose when viewed from outside their context. Ceremonies and rites of passage matter tremendously to those inside, but to the rest of us, we just starch our heads. This is a short story of one such custom as seen through the eyes of the principal involved. Sure we can wonder why, but in this case I say, Why not?