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A little girl sat sulking in a box.
"If...if only I used that money to buy the ticket..." a certain noble lamented over her decision to donate to a certain orphanage.
"Aren't you a noble or something? Can't you go like 'in the name of my whatever family, let me on the ship!'" Dominic asked.
"I won't abuse my family name like that!" Issabell retorted.
"What a goody-two-shoes.Pfft" Dominic replied.
"What kind of reaction is that?! And..you...take responsibility!" she demanded.
"yada yada whatever" Dominic replied.
The girl who is being used to cover the erotic part of the novel continued to sulk at a corner.
"Cleanse!" she casted.
"Oh, are you a priest?" Dominic asked, curious.
"No, but all spells can be learned you know...shut up!" the (probably) stupid noble girl pouted.
"Whatever then" Dominic replied.
"..." a momment of silence passed as the two who had nothing to do could only blankly stare into space.
"KRAKEN ITS A KRAKEN ATTACK!" the crew members screamed, as Dominic could feel the box moving below his feet.
"Lets go" Dominic said, as he opened the cover and leapt out.
However, the girl refused to come along.
"My...my legs..."
"its numb" she said with an embarassed face.
Dominic pulled her up.
The ship rocked and turned sideways, as kraken attempted to collapse the ship.
"Danger level 20! Fire the missles!"
"The turrets have been destroyed!"
"SHIT"
"EVACUATE"
"All passengers, please leave the premises immediately!" the announcement was made, as Dominic could see crowds of people sailing away on rubber boats.
Walking slowly in the collapsing ship, Dominic couldn't see a single person in need of help.
"Guess the information broker was wrong?" he wondered.
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"What are you doing?! Get out now!" Issabell warned him, as Dominic saw everyone getting onto rubber boats and floating away.
"Alright, that's the last..."
"There are still 2 people on the boat?! Who are they?!"
"None of our concern, they didn't pay insurance, let's get out of here!"
"No...Wait..." Issabell could only sulk as she watched the rubber boats move away, powered by the magic of its passengers.
"This is all your fault!" blamed the noble girl born with a silver spoon.
The ship tilted at an angle, as the Kraken was fully intent on dragging its new plaything down with it.
Krakens- giant fucking squids.
Closing her eyes and begging for forgiveness on all her wrong doings, Issabell crouched and huddled herself. Perhaps praying for some divine intervention. But in reality, she was chanting an ultimate spell.
Dominic still had to resuce this Issac something from the sea. Thus the boat proved to be useful.
There was a loud bang. Distrubting her silenet chant.
And when she opened her eyes, the kraken was gone.
"Looks like we got a free ship" Dominic commented on the situation.
"Alright then, I'm the captain now" he declared, and ran up to the control room.
"Eh?"
Leaving the confused noble aside, Dominic set out on the journey to find the treasure rescue some guy named Issac in the great sea of Galiol.
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Law of Shadows
Mercs are causing trouble in my city. They are hunting someone, whatever the cost. It’s not like I care that some lowly humans died, but if I don’t act now it would set a bad example. So what would the hero do? Probably he would save the victims and protect them while the enemies keep coming…Yeah, as if I would ever do something so troublesome! They aren’t calling me the demon lord for no reason. I suppose I’ll just shoot the victim and be done with it.
8 430Milton
A Cyberpunk Coming of Age Tale The Apocalypse is ugly. The only lights that work are battery powered or neon. Scroungers kill your neighbors and take control of their bodies. Gang wars run rampant in the perpetual night, as usual, except now, most members have magical spells to defend their turf. Life certainly changed once the Rainbow Letters came. For Milton, things changed for the better. The world became familiar. He could find loot, learn skills, and equip weapons and armor. It was all much easier to understand than the perils of pre-Apocalypse life with its grocery shopping and going outside. Then he discovers Ragnarok, Orchestrator of the Rainbow Letters and all of Milton’s problems. The race to figure out why is on. If Milton is to survive long enough to find answers, he must first be strong enough to confront his worst enemy: himself. * This is work in progress and NOT professionally edited. * ** This story is humorous in the begining, but gets very dark around the turning point. Reader discretion is advised.**
8 215An Edge With No Blade
There are two ways to gain superpowers. By drinking one of eight vials filled with powerstuff, or having a really bad day. Lucy wants friends, and is prepared to make bad decisions to get them. In Streamrock City the supervillains outnumber the heroes by three to one, and their feeder gangs have widely impacted life there. The Bad Dogs dominate, and freely run underground fighting rings. The Junkrats spread their supply far and wide. Agni’s Aatma eye their neighbors patiently, preparing to take more territory. The remnants of the Hellrider Angels refuse to fade into obscurity. And the Courtesans have a history in the slave trade. The Sentinels and Sentries on the hero’s side are understaffed. Worse, their strongest heroes are underaged. And somewhere, an entity writhes, watching and waiting. [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 633Coronation Day
In the capital of Alhamkara, Princess Keiko prepares for her marriage to Lord Torando, a political union to secure the peace and prosperity of her kingdom. It is her hope that a sacrifice of her own freedom will help usher in a new golden age, an era in which some of the greatness of humanity, now vanished, may be recaptured. Unfortunately, masked men from the underbelly of society tend not to care about the machinations of kings and queens. Join me in this ongoing tale of adventure, action, romance, and drama as Keiko takes her life into her own hands... or paws.
8 178Game Of Thrones: Season 8 - The Right Way
Game of Thrones has been an international phenomenon... until this final season. The last few episodes went completely off the rails and everyone slams critics for saying it was bad and challenged people to write it better. I humbly want to accept that challenge and I'm giving it a shot. Some of you may like my take on things and some may not.I will (hopefully) publish each chapter as I write them, every week to two weeks, in between my daily stories and time permitting.
8 182His Dirty Little Secret//Jayceon Taylor, The Game
Natasha started as a drug runner for Jayceon Taylor, a gang-Lord, when she tries to run Jayceon comes to punish her. Taking one look at her he realises the state she's in, she's been beaten and sexually abused. He takes her home to fix her up, but once the dirt and blood is washed away, he notices everything. Her beautiful eyes, her hour-glass figure, her dark chestnut hair, her dark skin. Everything. But a gang isn't the place for love. They must keep their secret love affair a secret. But things that happen behind closed doors can be opened. The secret will spread.Then what will happen?
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