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Hyun bunched Raphael’s hair in his fingers, loving how the soft strands sifted through his fingers. A soft moan escaped, his hips arching off the bed, needing to push his cock deeper into Raphael’s mouth. God, the feel of Raphael’s mouth on him sent him flying, so hot, so deliciously hot—, he tripped, his fingers bunching Raphael’s hair tight as he came into Raphael’s mouth with a soft cry. When he could think again, he opened his eyes to find Raphael leaning over him, a small smile curvi

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Chapter 6: A Silence He Cannot Ignore I - Koji makes Andre wonder “Koji Sukiyama. What is his role in all this?” Andre paced his hotel room. “And the way he ran off, as though he couldn’t stand me. How maddening, n'est-ce pas?” “What’s maddening is watching you make a hole on the carpet,” Luc replied. “Please forget him, and focus on the problem at hand, Andre. We’re in a cluster fuck.” “What else is new?” Andre moved to the coffee table where Luc sat, gadgets of all kin

Lisa!!! Like Six days later, Still Happy Birthday!!! I can't believe I missed it. A huge hug to you, and I hope you had a fantastic day, sending you a bunch of confetti!

Happy Birthday Aditus! I hope it was a really good day for you!

The Empress is so complex to write, quite a strong woman. Her secrets are deep...hehehe. Yoshi is like a cocoon about to hatch...hopefully my dear Phoenix transforms into a graceful Dragon...oh boy, so much pressure.. Sui's unseen side is currently obsessed with war stories from ancient china...hahaha...Thank you @spread_love I love Almira too, she's so diabolical, I'd take her to meet all my enemies. Almira gets this chapter, because all of it up to now has been her plan, her vision, her great job to protect what belongs to the Empire. At the same time, make it clear how hard a fight Yoshi is going to need to put up to keep Midori at his side. Talk about tough 'mother in-law' for Midori...he's going to need more than 'I love Yoshi' to convice this dragon queen. I'm excited to unfold that part of the story, I feel like I've been waiting for it so much.... Midori needs to find his place, which is by Yoshi, but on his own terms. So, some soul-searching and authentic palace intrigues on the way. I hope you love it....don't worry, the ride to the end will see you smile a bit...maybe cry...but definitely more smiles. Hehehe. Thanks @bookjunky18

Chapter 14 Amana Palace, Lexin City The Amana Empire was more than any one individual. This was her house’s first rule in building a great nation. Not even, she, Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Almira Taimeng, holding the supreme power to rule over this great empire, stood before Amana. She was at best a tool, one used for the survival and the good of the Empire. Prince Tailen had never understood this part about power. Or, perhaps he did understand, as he dared try to use her a

Thank you so much! Obican!

Hi @Lacuna , @Cia Will help you out with the system. So sorry for your experience with it.

So glad you love it! Thank you. It was interesting moving from one emotion to the next. Thanks, Onim! Lisa, thank you so much. Reed's thought process at the start was utterly tragic, like being out in the woods lost. I freak out sometimes on issues, and his thought process can be mine too, so I love that you get that! Kristos is goals! So sad about your friend. I get it, love can also turn to poison. It would be interesting to explore Reed meeting Kristos's family. What a day that would be. Thanks for reading.

Reed and Kristos have a fight, and Reed is worried that they might lose their perfect life. A snapshot glance into an ordinary relationship, with extraordinary moments.

There was nothing spectacular about their first meeting. Nothing earth-shattering, in fact it was all so very ordinary, it made Reed feel unremarkable. Who wanted to admit they met the love of their life reaching for the same box of cereal? One box of bran flakes with raisins led to him falling head over heels for a man with smiling eyes and the sexiest mouth ever created. He had stared too long…he always stared too long at Kristos. It was impossible not to, so fucking impossible. A man li

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Chapter 5: The Hidden Investigation Team I – An Interesting Search Scratching his day-old beard, Andre shifted on the bench at the police station, and watched Luc talk to a police officer. They were working on the premise that if Sakura were missing as Seiren said, her caretaker would have filed a missing person’s report. It was a guess, based on…the natural order of events if this were a normal case. Andre frowned. There was the chance that because Sakura’s mother was a hook

Thank you so much for the wishes! It was a really good day and I gained a bag of pasta and a cake from it, so very interesting. So happy to be part of GA!

@Lisa You're gold! Thank you so much for this! @Caz Pedroso Thank you too! @Puppilull Thank you Puppi! @Palantir Thank you @Slytherin The Bear is cuter than cute....cutenesss! @Defiance19 Thank you! Great day today! Instant surprises, so I'm sort of on the edge of excitement, it feels good.

Oh wow, so beautifully chocolate. Yummy! Thank you.

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Zia Sayu stood on a sand dune, a hundred miles into Dwind staring at a cloud of dust rapidly moving toward the border. She gripped her left arm, hoping to ease the numbness on her upper arm. Her ordeal to reach Lady Tinya Hellis had left her with two wounds, one on her left arm, and a cut on her neck. She turned around to the border, and the sea of blue armor soothed her anger toward Terra’s guard. A tall man in full armor hurried up the sand dude to stand beside her. She returned her g

Anytime. Well, all I can say again is that authors always want comments, reviews on their work.

I've been struggling lately with this question. Who do I write for? There are times I'm quite sure I'm writing for myself, other times, because of others, and that's such a delicate edge to stay on. So, sometimes I sort of stay suspended over both sides. It happens when I finish a project I really loved, or when the three others I have started are not speaking to me. How frustrating it can be, I can't begin to explain, but I suppose that's part of the process. But, Reading everyone's answers right now, I feel I need to really think about this, and discover what is working, and what is not about this writing process. @mogwhy I feel the GA community is always shifting...people coming and going, sometimes over the months, the people who you started out with in a project, end up changing, and sometimes you even find your readers have changed, those commenting have changed. It happens. I believe that if a piece speaks to a reader, it won't matter who wrote it. The author is sort of secondary in some scenarios. If I really love the poem, or the story, I will like it and comment on it because my feelings and emotions are into the fiction, the work, the characters. No matter the circumstances, the author will appreciate the input, because they put in work to create that piece, and it is always great to know what a reader is thinking/feeling while reading it. As a writer, I will say I draw in from the feedback, whether negative or positive, I used it to learn, so, never think that your opinion on a piece is not wanted. Even if that person seems not to like you. Gosh, if a person didn't like me and they commented on my story, I would race to read what they said. Then obsess about it for days. (that's the truth) confessions...

Chapter 4: A Case About a Missing Girl Appears I - A Withering Sakura Tree Whispers filled Koji’s thoughts. Stories not his, ideas full of hope, some worry, others decisive. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath and closed the path in his head. Calm filled him, an immediate relief. It was six in the morning. The sun rising in the horizon. A soft mist hovered over the Sukiyama Estate. Each breath he took fresh and invigorating, renewing his energy. Occasionally, birds chi

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Chapter 3: the Family Name carries Weight I - A Little Brother “Why do you always stare at this painting?” Andre Lacome stared at the canvas on the wall, captivated by the depiction of a woman stoking a charcoal stove. A modern house loomed behind her. She sat on a small stool, holding a fan, a red cloth tying her silky black hair back. A soft sheen of sweat coated her forehead, wisps of her hair clinging to her skin. The pot on the charcoal stove boiling away. She was smiling, he

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