A Celestial Heirloom: The Princess (Ch.4) by GrandSACHI, literature
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A Celestial Heirloom: The Princess (Ch.4)
The Roofscape Runner Jeanne was no longer afraid. For the past twenty minutes, her savior had led her and her steed through streets and alleys, holding onto the horse's reins. They were now in a quiet place on de la Serpente street. Yet, when they had left the scene of the battle, onlookers who had gathered there had hurled taunts and jeers at them, but none had dared to pursue them. No, commoners and gentlemen alike had remained stunned by the devastation resulting from the seemingly impossible battle that had just taken place. Among all the exclamations that erupted, there was one uttered by an old woman that deeply resonated with Jeanne. "It's him!" she had exclaimed. "It's the Roofscape Runner! Good Lord! Look at what he has done!" Anxious murmurs had then risen from the crowd, but no one had echoed her sentiment. Now that everything had quieted down, the countess felt reassured and could leisurely observe her guide who walked ahead of her. The man was tall – easily six feet
A Celestial Heirloom: The Princess (Prologue) by GrandSACHI, literature
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A Celestial Heirloom: The Princess (Prologue)
The man leaned against the crenellated parapet of the small turret of the staircase. This narrow turret rose more than two fathoms above the large tower of Nesle to which it gave access, and which itself overlooked the Seine with its fourteen fathoms in height. Thus, at over sixteen fathoms above the ground, the man had an unobstructed view of Paris and the Louvre that stood proudly on the other bank of the Seine. However, his gaze was not directed towards the royal palace; instead, he was watching a young woman dressed in red and white who had just come out of the grand hotel of Nesle. After a brief hesitation during which she glanced at the roof of the hotel, the young woman entered a small mahogany carriage to which were harnessed two chestnut mares who pawed the ground in anticipation of departure. A few moments earlier, two other figures, a man and a woman of a certain age dressed in the rich attire of nobles, had taken their places in the coach. But it was not these two that
A Celestial Heirloom: The Princess (Ch.1) by GrandSACHI, literature
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A Celestial Heirloom: The Princess (Ch.1)
Jeanne of Mourniac The small coach jolted along the dirty cobblestones of the glassworks path, struggling to navigate through the bustling crowd on this hot day of August 23rd, 1572. Seated on the rear seat of the carriage, Jeanne, Countess of Mourniac, faced the Count and Countess of Oustremont. However, the attention of the young Countess of Mourniac was not directed towards her uncle William or her aunt Justine. She rather had her eyes fixed on the handheld mirror she had just purchased on the Saint-Michel Bridge, gazing at her reflection for quite some time. Jeanne was a rather tall and attractive young woman – though rather slender by the standards of the time. She was dressed in a long scarlet silk houppelande with white sleeves and fringes adorned with speckled white and tawny stoat fur. The houppelande was adorned on the front with a long pearl necklace that accentuated the shape of her chest otherwise discreetly concealed by the rigid corset she wore beneath her gown. Her
A Celestial Heirloom: The Princess (Ch.2) by GrandSACHI, literature
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A Celestial Heirloom: The Princess (Ch.2)
A First Lady-in-Waiting for Elisabeth of Austria Jeanne arrived in front of a double door made of solid ash wood. The door was adorned with the coat of arms of Queen Elisabeth, displaying both the fleur-de-lis of France and the silver lion with forked tails from the escutcheon of Maximilian II of Austria. The countess paused for a moment to compose herself. Her conversation with the Duke of Guise had deeply unsettled her. True, the duke regarded her almost as an enemy, which she was well aware of. However, there was more to the threat he had uttered than just the pleasure of unsettling a rival. No, something was brewing at the Louvre, and neither the Countess of Mourniac nor the Count of Oustremont were invited. Jeanne gently knocked on the door, which immediately opened to reveal a woman in her forties. She was dressed in a long black surcoat concealed under a warm and lengthy ermine pelisse – rather surprising for such a warm day – which she wore like a cape with the sleeves
A letter from the Divine Source by KimchiMuse, literature
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A letter from the Divine Source
You are not here to indulge in your sexual perversions or your financial greed or your sadism of your brothers and sisters. You are here to evolve your souls. You are here to purify and strengthen the light of your soul. You are not a moral and intellectual child that needs to be coddled. You are the sons and daughters and children of the Creator. I want you all to be happy, not languishing or luxuriating in your suffering. I want you to overcome your personal and external obstacles as a people and a society. I gave you free will because of my great love for you all. Every evil person in your life is a test of enlightenment. Do you give in to their mental, physical, and spiritual condemnation of your self and soul or not? You should see and take this as an opportunity to overcome this challenge and become something greater. Life is not a series of wishes, life is meaning manifest. When one suffers, we all suffer. Please forgive me for the cliche, but it's true. You
Romance Uncliched! - 1001 Apologies (1) by WindMeister8, literature
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Romance Uncliched! - 1001 Apologies (1)
Sorry is the hardest word to say when the person you need to apologize to is your boss. Simply uttering the word was a strict no-no in Junming’s rules. His parents had taught him that apologizing was better done with actions. Actions speak louder than words - well, one word. He had it all planned out as he entered the office that morning. But Valerie waylaid all of that by plunking his first assignment into his email inbox. Excited to get started in his new job, he rubbed his hands and clicked on the message icon. Details of the client’s request filled his screen along with an attached note from Valerie. He scanned through her note first. Junming, here’s your first assignment. It should be a simple one. Please take note of the deadline on the client’s request. Budget is listed at the bottom. He scrolled down to the client’s request. Scenario Type: Events Deadline: Today, 17:59 Budget: Below $30 - Negotiable Venue: My apartment Description: I need to apologize to my girlfriend
Romance Uncliched! - That is One Good Thrust! (3) by WindMeister8, literature
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Romance Uncliched! - That is One Good Thrust! (3)
“We need a new thrust.” Grayson crossed his legs. “That’s not what you said last time.” His partner lifted an eyebrow at him, pausing for a moment to decipher his words. “I think the company’s been doing well but it’s time for the next step.” “Pray tell.” Grayson’s tired eyes only yearned for sleep. He had been in meetings for almost five hours now. “Nick, just make this quick.” “Okay, okay.” Lifting his hands up, Nick leaned back in his ergonomic armchair. “The problem is our growth has been too slow.” Grayson nodded. Despite his efforts as CTO to take the development of the RomCon app to a new level, they were still relying on word of mouth and small advertisements to gain clients. Plus, their crowdsourced volunteers were few and far in between. He had already been in a meeting earlier in the morning with the ConDuit engineers to iron out some troubling issues with the server loads. It took many grueling hours to fix it and it completely distracted them from their set of
Romance Uncliched! - That is One Good Thrust! (1) by WindMeister8, literature
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Romance Uncliched! - That is One Good Thrust! (1)
“What would you like for dinner? Chicken, duck, or me?” A pair of strong, hairy arms encircled the woman’s waist. “You and the duck sounds good.” The woman giggled, twisting around in the man’s embrace. She tapped her spoon on his nose. “Don’t be greedy.” “You will do just fine now,” he whispered against her ear. His garlic breath blossomed like a rafflesia flower on her pimpled skin. She pushed him away, a pout on her lips. Turning to her boiling pot of herbs, she adjusted her short apron around her even shorter skirt. “Not now, dear. The soup isn’t finish-” A high-pitched yelp left her lips as his hand reached under her skirt and groped her round behind. The spoon dropped from her hand into the pot of soup with a plop. She moaned in undeniable pleasure. “N-Not now,” she panted. “T-The soup!” “Forget the soup,” he growled, his hands already busy doing all the work of lifting up her skirt and pulling his pants down. Biting her lip, she waited as he positioned himself behind her
Devil's Triangle - Privilege Escalation 10.5 by WindMeister8, literature
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Devil's Triangle - Privilege Escalation 10.5
The police station's front door swooshed open, accompanied by a loud holler. “Guess who dropped by with snacks?!” Every head in the station turned to see who the noisy intruder was. Looking up from his cup of coffee, Thomas craned his neck over the corner of the pantry. A wide grin split his lips. “Alby! What are you doing here?” He sauntered over to the front desk, careful not to spill his coffee. A growing crowd of people surrounded Albert, so he had to elbow his way in. One hand covering the top of his cup, he edged to the front where Albert was handing out boxes of pizza. After many a slap on Albert’s back as an expression of thanks, the crowd thinned. “Wow, what’s the occasion, man?” Thomas laughed as his eyes drifted over the assortment of potato chips in Albert’s remaining bag. “My office had a celebration for the festival and some guy went overboard in ordering food. So I thought I would bring some over.” Grinning, Albert slung a meaty arm over Thomas’s shoulder. “I