Celian

Maybe - hopefully - next time we see him he has learned a thing or two regarding the kitchen Next chapter, my friend, next chapter.

Yes, the different pendants on the necklace contain ready-to-use spells (like a shield) or magic to use as wished. Answer to that in the next chapter More than being ready for a talk, I don't think they even see the necessity for it. I mean, we don't see Kellen's thoughts, but Dust doesn't seem to know what to do with himself in this situation either. Though I can't imagine either of them thinking seriously there might be (the possibility for) more to it.

Presumably, Kellen had already guessed how the situation would develop after taking a first look at the chest with its nice lock, because he had a plan and had it implemented. A comfortable swivel stool without a backrest for me, an office chair with rolls for him—so that “the angle was right,” which meant nothing more than that he wanted to sit behind me. “Then you can lean back and relax when you need a break.” The blood bridge he wanted to let run over my stomach so that I had both han

I could say now "this remains to be seen" but honestly, this was a quick one-shot to wrap the info dumping nicely But I can imagine Louis taking off after fighting his matriarch nail and tooth to let him go.

With bated breath, Louis watched as the condescending-looking businessman drew closer and closer to Barbie. She was polite, even friendlier than she needed to be, but the discomfort on her face was unmistakable as the man ran his fingertips over her arm. “She's underage, don't you have eyes in your head?” Louis wanted to shout, but he held back. The ominous musical theme began to drown out the music at the location and reached a climax when Barbie's mother Barbara joined them. After a switc

Apart of my story being a work of fiction, this does happen in reality, as horrible as it is 😢

That's for sure one way to see it and I can truely imagine Dante reacting that way Lots of truth in there. If I'm not mistaken or counting completely wrong, it should be 16 chapters till we/Dante meet his parents officially.

John is a somewhat sad character, tragic in his own way, but the emotional cloud surrounding him is in big parts selfpity; wallowing in the grief over the son he "lost", complaining about his golden cage and to some degree disregarding his two daughters. We will see and hear more of him. But out of curiosity @drsawzall, @centexhairysuband all, how do you think his relationship with Dante will be after they met?

The training hall was so modern that he wished he had learned in one of those when he had been young. Large enough to have a small grandstand, but small enough not to make the group of two dozen boys look lost. Said boys ran around barefoot with light balls for playing to warm up, their tight shirts and leggings clearly showing on whom puberty was already taking hold. Unnoticed, John slipped into the grandstand at the very back, while slaves or female chaperones from the boys' various

This story has as a big part of itself the peeling away of layer after layer from Remy and his past. The revelations concern also others, but since he's the main character... Ah, the truth... as is said in one of my favorite books: "In the darkness of not knowing are thriving fears and lies. The truth hurts, but at least it's a clean cut." I love this saying but Remy follows more "not telling the truth doesn't always mean lying". So. You judge the man. PS: next chapter is a throwback to his silence regarding Pierre/Jay. Just saying, so you can prepare mentally 😘

With a sad smile, Remy looked at the bundle on his bed. Not that he cared all that much about his own bed, but he wished for the half-child hidden in that bundle that it had a bed of its own. And that it didn't have to hide like that. Jay was awake. His big eyes stared at Remy from the middle of the bundle. The way he sat there wrapped in the covers reminded Remy of a silly animated movie where a hatchling builds itself back into its egg right after it hatches, terrified of the world.

Not sure I fully get your question... 🤔

"My nipples are still red." "Don't be such a wimp." "The ten minutes from the package instructions would have been enough." "They wouldn't." "How would you know?" "First, never believe a package description, and second, Val uses stuff like that. Let's face it, would shaving have given you such wonderful baby-butt smooth skin?" "At least it would have saved me fiery red and aching nipples," Dante grumbled, glancing in the mirror- his nipples weren't that flaming red

Some of them are fighting everyday, some have not much that's worth fighting for. At some point their fighting spirit is gone. Silver Eye is Marc's best friend Keith. We will hear more of him, meet him even. He got the gang-intern nickname after the incident, when the twinkle left his eyes and the grin his face. Cold hard silver. Like the blade of his knife. And we will meet Noemi here in Another Time, see Phoenix again. I'm sorry to cause you sorrow, but lighthearted pink-fluffed stories are not my style. I tried - and failed miserably.

Each thrust from Harry pressed the edge of the massive wooden crate into Phoenix's stomach area, again and again, until Phoenix felt nausea rising within him. But he remained silent, except for an occasional gasp, because when your best customer was balls-deep in you, complaints were inappropriate. "Oh... all... you..." Harry grunted. "Yeah... yes... yeeeeeaaaaaah..." His voice became a low rumble, his thrusts erratic, and out of experience Phoenix held his breath as Harry came with one las

@drsawzall @centexhairysub you two and that accident 😅 you want my whole plot to go down, won't you? Will it help when I promise Anduin will get in the end what he deserves? (No, not a 18-wheeler, a tad mor personal.) The girls/women dare to disagree 😅 We will see more of Jay and hear sooner or later his story. And Mistress Therese might seem a cool strict one, but she has a heart of gold 💛 Jay would make for an interesting addition in this mix of troubled slaves, that for sure. They are good for each other, they just need to trust each other, open up.

The ringing of the alarm clock jolted Remy out of a disturbing dream. For a moment he was disoriented, for his own alarm clock beeped differently and the owner of the arm which was wrapped around him pulled it back with an unfamiliar unwilling groan. The alarm clock emitted an unhealthy-sounding yelp, as well as a faint bluish light. Remy turned around- and painfully bumped his forehead against a chin. "Dammit..." Marc moaned quietly, and Remy made a sound of agreement. "You okay?"

I know. Now I thought about an "Another Time" chapter to bring some light into the political situation. Let's see how that goes...

I agree on that. In a society like this, the mind is often enough the only place where men could be free, and even this place could get corrupted. But luckily Dante has a strong will. The topic will come up later again, because it needs some digesting on Alice's part (and maybe some ass-kicking). But either way, she's not the type to display her privat life and using Dante's surname as a shiny trophy is totally not her style, the opposite. I do agree though, that Dante has enough experience of socializing and people pleasing to know how to deal with the fans of Alice. As long as her publisher is not helping her more that just giving it a glance or two once in a while, he could provide some help. The Sapphires are known for not having sons, and it's rare for a slave to be allowed to keep his surname (education slaves left out). The upper class knows about him of course, he was forced to do some household-hopping in the past 10 years and more, but if this reaches his mothers ears... Well he will meet her one day in this story. Promise. Don't think he loves that now but he will grow into it. (That includes the whole situation surrounding his surname and origins.) We got only 84°F but directly at the sea, with the wind blowing in the humidity, it's already suffocating. I love hot chocolate, though I do have a 11o'clock coffee tradition inherited. And well, I guess I'll soon switch that to espresso over homemade vanilla ice-cream. A dream, I'll tell you. The part you quoted sure makes for some good drama, doesn't it? No no you got it right. There might be parts of this huge metropolis which scare Alice, would the anonymous freedom is appealing to her and she wants to enjoy it, away from the strict controlling mother. Just, as you pointed out right and as Dante hinted at already at home, she's not fully grasping the vast differences between north and south (which in the end where once two different countries with everything it entails). As a friend of her will say later on, she mentally lives too much in other forms of society to properly fit into the real one. Right as well. Alice is not a fan of slavery, she only accepts it as given since their society is fully build on it through their religion. If she would live in a different place of the world, where general slavery exists outside of religious boundaries, she would most likely fight against it. So, yes, since she sees Dante already as some sort of friend, not as some serving object, this completely different environment, without the family around, makes her act more like her true self. And Dante goes with it, because he's not made to be a slave. Unfortunately, free men have not many rights. I try to keep politics low in stories like this, and it will come up only here and there like in the topic of coming elections, but the situation for free men won't change to the better any time soon.

Exploring Denser's Port as a tourist had its own unique appeal, Dante discovered as the day progressed. First of all, there was the experience of using public transportation- and seeing Mistress Alice first have to quell her quiet fear of the subway- then the growing realization that he actually knew very little about the city where he had spent almost his entire life beyond what was necessary in everyday life. "Listen..." Mistress Alice interrupted his thoughts as they stood by the marina

Fighting siblings often say a lot of mean and nasty stuff to each other, especially as teenagers, but Archie's brother needs to learn urgently to watch his mouth. Absolutely. I mean, blowing them up is out of the question, but there is still much which could go wrong...

Seventeen-year-old Archibald Widdlebough (poor boy, what a name) was perched with a thigh and half a buttock on a chair in the examination room when I entered. Bouncing nervously with his other foot, he looked up at me anxiously. Nurse Mike followed me, carrying the paperwork he had already prepared for the case. “Okay, Archie, Cursebreaker Percival can help you.” “Oh God, thank you.” The young man jumped up, but remained slightly bent over. “It really hurts like hell.” “I can

On the last chapter, I wanted to comment on my wish to see more of Matt. And here we go. We saw less but what did we see?! A kiss! My goodness, I wasn't ready for that. ❤️

He finally found a mistress who's treating him like a human, an indivudual, like he matters, and of course he will repay that with his behaviours and actions. Isn't that true... When just reading the main story it won't become apparant (or let's say only way later and sublte) that Matthew has more flaws than expected. But we will see where those two go or don't go...

If it hadn't been for the car radio, Dante would probably have gone mad. First they had left the farm later than planned, then Mistress Alice had had him pull over so she could talk on the phone in peace for over an hour, and now they were finally out of the damn traffic jam they had been stuck in for almost two hours. He hummed along to the song from the radio and just hoped Mistress Alice's tense mood could take it. He was hungry, he had to pee, and he could clearly feel his concentration slip