《Raw Rothbard》Yes, it is all connected
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Of course I fell in love with her after the first date.
I don't judge people. I tell my stories quite frankly. The abuse. The molestation. The homelessness. Some of the more vanilla unclassified missions that are still pretty exciting to civilians. That helps people know they can trust me with their stories. Maybe that compels them to try to match me, reciprocate with their shit too.
We texted for a few weeks on Tinder. She was twelve years younger than me but the way she talked was very mature. Maybe jaded is a better word. No, she had such a raw, ugly understanding of life that allowed her to see real beauty. Calm, calculated approach before she let herself laugh at a joke.
It was like nine o'clock. I hadn't eaten anything that day because I was fasting. I saw a message from her on my phone. I opened the app to respond and she started off by frantically asking if I would let her come over to my house so I said yeah, sure. I told her we'd order some chicken and I'd buy her a round trip taxi.
When she arrived, she was prettier than her profile pictures. She had short jet black hair and almond eyes. She could have easily been the top Google image search result if you looked for "hot Korean chick."
She fucking hated my apartment. It was in a ritzy neighborhood. It had three bedrooms and I was living there alone. I didn't have any furniture. Except a mattress on the hardwood living room floor. She asked me if I was poor, or living above my means in this neighborhood.
It had been at least three months since I had a friendly face-to-face conversation anyone, let alone a beautiful young woman like her. I was desperate for this connection. I wanted to impress her so I flashed her my wallet. It was filled with a fat stack of hundreds. She was like what the fuck, who carries that much cash.
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I admit, I know this is a great psychological trick. Flashing a thick stack of cash intimidates most people, makes them respect you, and even sometimes desire to be with you. It is also dangerous for obvious reasons. But I was in the drivers seat so I didn't care enough to not use everything I could to impress her enough to be my company for the evening.
When the chicken arrived, she ate too fast. Just fucking stuffing it in her mouth. She guzzled a few beers. She picked out the movie for us to watch, "Adaptation". Fucking great choice. We sat next to each other on the mattress in the livingroom and watched it my laptop. When the ending credits came on I told her I had a great night and said I would get her a taxi so she could go home.
She asked, "Aren't you going to ask me to stay the night?"
I explained to her because of my life, because of my experiences, I don't have sex with anyone unless its absolutely clear that they want it. And touching, petting, and kissing does not progress unless I know there is permission to go further.
She burst into tears. She said she needed to stay at my house. She said she couldn't go back home. She said told me the story about how she got into prostitution and lived in sexual slavery.
She told me she didn't have anywhere else to go. She told me she came to my house that night without getting permission from her managers. She asked me to let her live with me. To help her escape.
And of course, none of this turned me off.
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After-Life [Completed]
Death was not the end of his troubles. An evil god bent on corrupting his universe has managed to worm its way in through the barrier protecting it. Unable to purge the being directly without obliterating all life in his universe, he has to rely on a remnant of his humanity to locate the source of the corruption spreading on the world he created. Can this speck of his former self stand up to the rigors of this new world and survive? Or will the evil god taint everything before he can gather his power?
8 194The Forgotten Lands
Waking up in a strange land, Lona was taken in by a woman named Erris. Three months later, there's a knock on the door, and Lona has to go to town alone. There, she gets into trouble with a shady knight only to be saved by a mysterious woman named Vese. It is then Lona learns that this strange land is called purgatory, and her memories are scattered around the world. Will she recover her memories? And even if she does, what will she do afterwards?
8 205The watcher of universe and stuff.
The most devastating thing to an eternal being must be boredom. If nothing can change you, how can you yourself change? Sometimes you have to learn that the hard way. I should point out that there are multiple lead characters and they will all have their own personalities and motivations. While the story will focus more on our MC Trey, you can expect multiple POV switches. If you do not like POV switches, this might not be for you. My first book. If anyone will ever read this, be so kind as to leave a comment. Even, if all you say is an insult. As long as I can improve this work by your comment, it's all fine. One thing’s for sure. I will keep writing as if my reader can handle curse words without curling into a little ball and repeatedly saying: "Leave my safe-space alone, you monster". Therefore, you can expect some profanity.
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The no. 1 player in VRMMORPG, Two Worlds, fall under the scheme of his lifelong enemy. From the top of the heaven he crashed to the bottom of the world. Being laughed at and with huge debt in his shoulder he try to get his revenge and conquer the game so no one will looked down on him anymore. With his best friend, can he conquer the game? ---------- Release rate: 3 chapters / week (Mon, Wed, Fri) with a random bonus chapter release. (GMT +7) ----------
8 190Started but Never Finished
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8 164Retribution Engine/Sturmblitz Kunst [Ultraviolent Martial Arts Progression Fantasy]
"The War of Fog is over. Every major city is under occupation. Now we prepare to take back our home." - Unknown Soldier The continent's great heroes have slaughtered one another for the ideals of their countries, but the world keeps moving. The industrious nation of Ikesia lays still smoldering from the nigh-apocalyptic War of Fog, yet it stubbornly forges onward, shielded from further invasion by the impenetrable Blackwall. Its leader - the Sage of Fog - has disappeared, yet his influence is still felt everywhere, his plans and contingencies still in motion - even the Blackwall is said to be his last, desperate creation. New heroes have begun rising from the war of fog, and there is more need for them than ever. A towering foreigner has emerged from the desolate Exclusion Zone. She strides into the war-torn country without the intent to pick sides, but is soon forced to do so when the machinations of malevolent occupiers collide with her own ego. Disclaimer: Retribution Engine and its sequel, Sturmblitz Kunst, are original works and are no way associated with, to, or sourced from existing copyrighted material. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. Copyright: This fiction and all associated works, artwork, fanfiction, derivative fiction, world building, assets, and anything that could conceivably be considered sourced from or created as a result of this fiction are the sole intellectual property of the author, herein known as Akaso. This work and all above terms are © Akaso 2022.
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