《Arrogance and Erin》Erin
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I would like to think that I am a strong, capable woman. Most days I can convince myself of this. However the moment that I dropped him off, I barely managed to hold myself together before I made it to my office building and burst into tears.
I had to unlock the door myself, since everyone else had apparently decided to take a vacation over the Holiday weekend as well. I stormed into my office, throwing on light switches everywhere, heading generally in the direction of my bar cart. I had spent far too long out there on the Cape with all the alcohol influencing my decisions, feelings, and whatever other stupid things I did or heard to be sober now.
After fixing a drink I sat down in my chair and put my heels up on the desk, leaning back in the lime green leather chair. I am going to sit here and pretend that I really do run an empire and not just a couture line that may or may not actually fully take off and become a house hold name like Dior or Chanel. But honestly those were all probably in vain and I'd end up being like a lesser Zach Posen, only really known by people who know fashion or at least pay attention to the brands that aren't being shouted in their face. The real reason why though, which I am just now realizing for the first time as I sit here in my chair with a cocktail, is... because of the Cape. I live a life far too comfortable to create any real fashion. I have never actually been broke, I have never had to live in a tiny crummy little apartment, and I have never had to take crappy jobs because I needed a pay check. Hell, someone gets mad at me I run off to the Cape or another state, someone threatens me I use the legalese that I was brought up hearing because my father is a fucking judge. I have no real merits that I could use. If my parent's bank accounts were for some reason frozen I would be absolutely screwed. Maybe the fucker was right. I am just a socialite. But a really crappy one at that because I hardly ever go to parties or premiers... I just dress a few of the better socialites. Why does Jake have to be right. Of course now that I think about it, I need the Jackie Kennedy to my Lilly Pulitzer. I need to get one of my friends that are far higher up on the social food train and their dinner doesn't consist of a bottle Dom and a snort of cocaine like its the 80s and Wham! is about to go on in five minutes. I picked up my cell phone and scrolled through it until I found the number that would do the trick.
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"Hey deary, now I know that this is a bit unusual, but let's face it you are a bit unusual, in a good way of course, I have a proposition for you." there was silence on the end of the line for a moment as I held my breath. "What sort of a proposition?" "Well Harper, the last time you were at dinner with my parents I distinctively remember you saying that you absolutely hated the clothes that your stylist picked for you and that they never fit right..." "Erin you are a sweetie, but you know just as well as I do that I have a limited budget for clothing during campaign season." "No, I will pay you, but we collaborate on the design... and you wear them while you are campaigning with William," "I'm not sure how..." "Look we can have lawyer look some sort of deal or I can chop down the price of my clothes and say it is friends and family... look I just need a new platform... a new way to get stuff out there." I heard her sigh, "well I have always liked what you've done... I suppose there cannot really be anything bad that can come from me wearing clothes made by a Bostonian... I do think we need to speak to a lawyer and make sure we aren't breaking any government rules..." "absolutely, I will talk to my lawyer, you can talk to yours and we will get back together soon," "This will be the start of something fun, won't it?" "absolutely Harper, not a drop of dull in sight." I hung up and finished off my drink. That was a very grown up move that I made, very professional and sage seeming.
I woke up with three drawings and a sticky note stuck to my face. I glanced at the clock on the wall and tried to shoot up like a jack-in-the-box. However I felt much more like a dead rat in a box, and no one should ever open that box. I needed to get coffee desperately so I did slowly manage to get upright and standing, before I realized that I needed to change and freshen up because I smelled a bit like the ocean, which I don't mind on the Cape, because everything does, but here, here it does not. I changed into what could only be called a highly pretentious outfit, (which was really only pretentious because of the jacket and normally would have been fine without, but I wasn't quite sure the swipe of deodorant I had on would actually last me long enough to get to a coffee shop) grabbed my purse and was about to head out the door when I caught a glimpse of my face and realized that I had in fact, cried over Jake last night, before I created that genius plan that should get me put on a map... some sort of map, even if it's just one of those really ugly, poorly made pieces of paper that you can find at a hotel that gives a brief map of the city in black and white and has the monuments blown up so your kids know what they are looking for instead of just teaching them the proper names. I mean why do parents suddenly expect the world to just bend for them? One second they are this free as a bird thing seem to have absolutely no strings attached or any sort of a history that could later complicate a hell of a lot of things and then the next they are racing to pull on their clothes because they regained custody of a kid they haven't seen in over a year. I shouldn't have drove him, I shouldn't have slept with him, and more importantly, I shouldn't have started to actually fall for him. I mean it was the sex, it had to be, it was great... which is why it screwed everything up, it fabricated emotions with those endorphins and adrenaline. I just have to keep reminding myself that it was all just made up. The Cape jut served as like a sleep away camp and you get that camp boyfriend and everything is fine while you're there and then you know that your parents are half an hour away from picking you up so you break up only to get together next summer until he stops coming to camp and then you stop going to camp and the next thing you know you're graduating high school and college and you're a twenty something closer to thirty than eleven with no husband, no fiancé, and not even a hint of a boyfriend in the air. I should have never gone to camp.
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In the year 2035, a game named ‘New Horizon Online’ is released. The game promised a whole new experience of adventure and magic with freedom is the most important thing in the game. Aliel, a girl who had owned everything in the real world was seeking adventure and fun. She was experienced with different kinds of games. In this game with freedom as its main feature, what would she do? Watch as Aliel become famous in the game, maybe with teasing and pranking some girl in her adventures. Expect a harem of Girls (Not too many) Yuri relationship and some teasing Disclaimer!This is a work of fiction! Any similar name, characters, location, business are purely based on Author’s imagination! Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Notice this is Yuri Story!!* means a slight NSFW (Nudity and Touching upper parts)** means NSFW (All the way~) The cover was commissioned by me, from Raven (Pixiv) Posting on Webnovel, ScribbleHub, and RoyalRoadRelease Schedule : 1 Chapter/Week The grammar would be a bit rocky because I am not a native english speaker. But I am searching for an editor right now, please be patient. Join my Discord!!
8 390House of Wolves
“The forest grew still as the bastard sword took its' last life that night. The beast's shirt was saturated with blood and sweat, clinging to his skin after the heat of battle. The demons that drove him insane were dead, but his broken sanity failed to mend. Left standing in a pool of scarlet, his mind shrouded in the ecstasy of massacre, only one thought remained—more.†-Ch.9Dead to the world and the property of insanity, a former death row inmate is thrown into a new world, thrown to the wolves with two goals: send those running the experiment to hell, and enjoy whatever blood spills along the way. This is the third iteration of my fiction. The earlier titles are Imperator which revised to become Reaper which became this original web novel. House of Wolves is still a work in progress so any suggestions and comments are welcome. I write volumes at a time and then upload on a regular schedule once completed.Mature tag for language, gore and adult content.
8 93Inquisitor
Frank Martino worked as the handyman for Ashtenburrow Heights, living in the bottom flat with his wife and young daughter. After a routine cleaning of an abandoned apartment, he and his family are transported to Culvert, a shadowy city besieged by vampires, ghouls, and cultists. Now his wife has a craving for fresh blood, and a crazed priest thinks his thirteen-year-old daughter is a demon’s ‘eternal bride.’ Armed with a cursed talisman, pure pigheadedness, and a sword, Frank joins forces with a local witch hunter. Like always, things need fixing, and he'll be the one to fix them.
8 76Nevertheless, A Fantasy World
Aldieas, a world where five races exist in harmony namely, the Humans, Vasters, Serensis, Oreals, and the Alpsis. Before, this world was bathed in a gruesome bloodbath because of countless war between the races that created their own kingdoms. The lack of progress of the Era earned the disapproval of the God who created the world resulting in sending thirteen Demon Lords to dominate the world and erase any existing races. As the five races fell into despair, they summoned a hero as last resort to fight off the Demon Lords. The hero that was summoned, a lone man, has brought hope and salvation to everyone. Eventually, the hero defeated the Demon Lords but because of what he witnessed about this world, he himself becomes dismayed and chose isolation. Thousand of years has passed and the world has reached a new Era. Right then, the Hero decided to check on things. Author's Note: Do think that this is extremely similar to my other story settings. It's slightly r-15 but I guarantee that any explicit will be tone down. Further emphasis on the story genre will be updated soon.
8 150Sir Grace Wachinga, Order of the Hatchet
Grace Howard, a tough street girl in Virginia could become a knight -- if she survives her education. She learns to fight and be a refined lady. She finds good friends, vicious enemies, and finally love and family. The Knight Riding School produces young knights capable of protecting victims the FBI and other agencies cannot. Police policies do not bind them. Carrying swords, knives, and other medieval weapons, they wear bulletproof vests, and use their horses and wolves as fighting and survival partners. I post a chapter about every two weeks, not for the writing part but for editing but because the editing process is so demanding. I give great thanks to those who have helped me learn the art and craft of writing a story, so easily told but written in blood.
8 172Hate me [Finished]
"Направих нещо ужасно само защото мразя майка и. А тя?! Тя е единственото момиче, което някога ще обичам. Но...това, което направих е непростимо." Мислех си за това, когато тя ме прегърна в гръб. Усетих ръцете й да стискат кръста ми. Тя подпря главата си на рамото ми. Плачеше. Тогава чух две думи,които ме стъписаха: -Обичам те! Погледнах я. Целунах я по челото и си тръгнах.Корица:sadreamer
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