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Ford, our detective protagonist in Icier, lives with his hologram, Jaymie. She is like Alexa but can perform her functions as a real live woman that is see-through. She is always teasing Ford sexually through verbal or physical sexuality. Jaymie tortures him physically by turning nude or wearing very short shorts while he is around. Although he could turn down her sexuality if he really wanted to, he is actually "falling in love" with her. That love is consummated in the novels Fire and Fiery.

Fifty-year-old Army veteran, Jesse, walks aimlessly around the streets of Germany longing for companionship and - maybe, just maybe - love. After his beloved wife died, Jesse focused solely on his daughters’ happiness, but they grew up so quickly and have their own families now. Jesse’s only respite from the soul-crushing loneliness is his penchant for wandering through the European cities in which he works...Which is how Jesse accidentally stumbles upon a small, quaint café. And how he meets Ana.

Enjoy this short story by Hellen Heels. "Does this wristband match my sports attire"? "Is this a joke or what? Darling, are you really serious"? He nodded. "Yeah. Of course". "And why is it suddenly an issue"? "Come on, Cara. You know how I love to assess attire". "Thank you for reminding me that you run a big fashion house in town". "Cara darling, stop being sarcastic". "I am not being sarcastic here, baby". "Then why talk about my work when we are supposed to be having a tennis match". "Supposed to be having a tennis match. You said it, not me".

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On their way to South America for vacation, Anita along with her sister Sabrina are given the luxury of being flown for free by their rich dad in his personal private jet. But when the plane ultimately crashes in the middle of the Guyana jungle, Anita and Sabrina become stranded - with their dad unfortunately not surviving the crash. Now, just when it seems as if things can't get any worse, they become kidnapped by a cannibalistic tribe who serve as bodyguards for a hidden Nazi community.

“No problem. I understand,” he said. “No, you don’t understand,” she said, and her gaze settled on the side stool. “Wait, you haven’t even drank your coffee yet?” “No, I haven’t. Actually, I don’t really feel like it right now.” “You don’t feel like it? But when you arrived, I asked you which you would prefer - coffee or tea.” He nodded. “And I chose coffee.” “Yes. So, you don’t want the coffee? Maybe you would prefer tea instead?” “No. Please no tea.” “Ohh. Then juice, maybe?”

On the first day of my stay, I just spent most of my time roaming about the woods and taking pictures. The selling point of this place was undoubtedly the beautiful nature that was surrounding it. I didn’t use the motor bike since its noise would scare away the animals, and I was able to take some great shots of the gorgeous scenery and its inhabitants. As I was strolling, I noticed some peculiar etchings on the trees that were clearly carved by a human. It was some kind of sigils or characters that were foreign to me.

She closed her eyes. Her house sounded different. She could hear animals scurrying outside, the wind blowing faintly off the treetops and murmuring. It was as if her whole neighborhood was now in range of her ears. Opening her eyes abruptly, she decided she would do something besides eavesdrop on the neighborhood. She picked up her notepad and flipped to the back. She found a pencil and began drawing - nothing in particular. When she had finished, she marveled at it in confusion. It looked like some sort of cave system. Shrugging, she picked up her notepad and began scribbling.

"Because, Betty, there are just too many clothes in that basket. My goodness. Have you taken a look at it lately?" "Nope. You know that I am really very busy with work on my blog." "But that is not an excuse for you to pile up so many clothes there. I mean, it is such a huge mess that you have created there. They are already spilling out of the basket." Betty shrugged. "Well, I am not surprised. I know that I have been keeping quite a lot of them there." "And when are you planning to get them washed?" Betty sighed.

Feems explained, with the use of a tiny bowl, what the whole thing was about and the science behind how it worked. He never quite got to the point where he explained how in God’s name he had convinced them to let him do it, but we didn’t care. “So, the swimming pool is going to be emptied in the next fortnight, all the pumps replaced to get ready for the big swim meet. So, before they replace everything, I’ve convinced them to let me have a go with the swimming pool to do an experiment.”

That is where you are wrong, Nikki. The work we do as chefs is very intricate, detailed, and personal. We get reviewed in an instant on how good our performance is. This is very different from any other role or job that the madam might have. If the madam wanted an investment manager, she'd simply review his past performance in a bank and expect that he'd do well in the new job. But that doesn't happen with chefs. We get assessed on the spot, not later. And a verdict would be made by our employer almost immediately, not at some future date.

The problem with the area, especially at night, was that it backed onto the woods. This being England, and the wildlife of England being what it is, there was no threat from any animals. There might, on occasion, be the odd stray dog out there, but even that wasn’t anything to really worry about. Yet, several members of staff, who would happily take out the bags full of waste in the daylight, refused to even entertain the idea of going out there at night.

“Well? Are you now tired of making a fool of yourself?” He turned to look at her. “I will leave the class. But it is only because I don’t want to reveal just how foolish you are.” She chuckled. “Look at who is talking. A new teacher who does not know how stupid he had made himself appear.” Enjoy the drama in this new tale of crossdressing.

She blinked at Sir Farridan’s sudden entrance. He was surprised by how ordinary-looking she was, for a princess - they were supposed to be wispy little things, delicate and ungodly beautiful. Princess Idrun wore a simple white gown, her unruly blonde hair falling down to her hips, a greenish cast to it in the light. How will Sir Farridan rescue a princess who doesn't want to be rescued?

Oliver spoke first, the only one who could initially find their voice and start what they came here to do. “Is anyone here with us?” And just like that, the planchette began to move. Slowly, it made its way to "yes". "Are you the girl they say haunts this bridge?" Charlotte asked. The night around them suddenly got darker, pitch-black, and it got windy, with the sound it made under the bridge sounding faintly like screams. The planchette then moved from "yes" to "no". Nora gasped, bringing her free hand to her mouth, looking at Oliver for comfort.

Enjoy this short story by Mace Styx. George heaved a great sigh, dragging a hand over his face. “Rebecca...do you recall when your mother was pregnant with Orin?” he asked. “I don’t suppose you do”. Rebecca frowned in thought, then shook her head. “Not very well”, she said. “I would have only been around eight years old at the time. But I remembered she was bedridden during the last couple of months, wasn’t she”? “She nearly died”. George replied, and Amelia visibly flinched".

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A new message. She was glad for a little distraction. Without pausing from walking, she let her fingers skillfully reply to the text. The second she pressed the send button, her music cut back on at full blast, startling her. Her phone slipped out of her grip and slammed onto the street. Wincing, she picked it up slowly, still spooked by the event that had just taken place. Her heart was now thumping rapidly. She practically ran to her street before looking both ways. With each step, her chest tightened.

As all the fairytale kings and queens are having their happily ever afters, Odette's stuck dancing solo, when she wants to be in a romantic duet. But when her latest catch happens to be a Taxidermist who'd rather stuff a bunny rabbit rather than pet it, how will Odette keep her half life as a Swan hidden from him?

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