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*'I-I am sorry your highness I touched ...!' She was trying to apologize, but she fell silent as she could not utter with her mouth that she accidentally touched his lips.'But I am not sorry!' He said calmly looking straight at her. What was she supposed to say after hearing his words?'I did not mean to touch your highness's ...' she said with great difficulty.'That was not a touch.' He said not permitting her to brush it off as an accident, even though it clearly was.'It was a kiss.' He said with a hoarse determined voice.She widened her eyes, as her face flushed even more than it did when she realized what she had done. He dared to say the word she avoided.'That was not! I...' she tried to refute. 'What is a kiss Celia?' She could not answer. How could she say the definition of a kiss with her own mouth, it would only confirm his words.*'It was an accident. I am truly sorry, I did not mean any discourtesy towards your highness. If I can make up for my error somehow?' She quickly said. She did not know of his personal life, as he had a tight security around him and nobody knew much of the king outside official visits and business. He must have felt insulted.'Please don't call it an accident. For a first kiss of a person to be called an accident ...' He said again with a dejected tone, but did not continue. It was like he had already gotten his point across.'Ahhh. I am so sorry! It really was an ...' She wanted to say accident but, because of his pleading she could not actually say it. To have committed the blame of taking the king's first kiss and then not acknowledging it, how would he think of her?At this point she did not even realize that their roles had reversed, or that it was her first kiss also.PS: If you like loyal mates... then please proceed further :D

𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑦𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 24 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑... 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑜𝑠𝑎٫ 𝑎 26 𝑦𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑥-𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡٫ 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒.𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚?𝐼𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟?𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒.... ♡

This is the English Translation of The Next PrinceNote: I'm not looking for fame I'm just trying to help people Sorry if the Translation is Wrong 😊Harsh words🔞 18+

I can't keep the smile off my face as I take my seat on the plane. I slide my bag under the seat and lean back. I close my eyes and let a blissful smile grace my face.He said I wouldn't be able to run. As if.I'm vaguely aware of someone taking the seat next to mine, but I pay no attention to said person."So where we headed?"I choke on my own spit as my eyes fly open and whirl around to face the owner of the familiar voice.His eyes are hidden behind those damn sunglasses and a rather smug smile graces his face.I continue choking and he does nothing other than flip through a magazine. That smug smile never leaving his face."You still haven't answered the question.""To hell." I finally manage to choke out."Awesome," He flips a page in the magazine, "It's about time I returned home. You know, bodies to burn, lost souls to torture, I've missed it. It'll be fun."***Nicolette Moore. A name law enforcement agencies across the world know. Though no one's ever seen the face of the world's greatest thief and hacker, everyone knows who she is by name.Nicky. She's an absolute genius. Once upon a time she wasn't the best person in the world. When her family was struggling she made some bad choices to help them through it, but when she tried to get out she got pulled in deeper.Ryder Stevenson. He's the son of the director of the FBI, and an FBI Agent himself. He's the one who brings in Nicky to get her protection from the people chasing after her. He's also the one, who gets assigned to protect her.Neither one of them like each other, and they can't go five minutes without getting in a full blown argument. She's constantly ditching him only for him to show up later and prove to her he's not that easy to get rid of. They're stuck with each other whether they like it or not.But he doesn't know who she really is. What will he do when he finds out?An FBI Agent protecting THE Hacker. The one the FBI have been after for years...this just screams chaos.

One of his hands slides underneath my dress and between my thighs, trying to separate them. I press them together harder, and see his facial expression-It was dark, he was clearly getting aggravated at my defiance. His fingernails start digging into my flesh, as I let out a weak sob. My voice seemed to have left me as the world around me became nothing. Was I going to accept this? Eyesight blurry, I become dizzy- intense nausea seeping in. I hope I throw up. I hope it disgusts him enough to leave me the hell alone. What if I get away and he follows me to my mom? What if he hurts her? As soon as the panic comes, it leaves. Had someone finally heard my screams and pleas for help? The old man is knocked off of my body in a blur, and I take this chance to crawl away from his hunched form; My bones aching from the hard, dirty floor. I reach the brick wall, and let myself fall limp on a patch of ivy. I suddenly feel tired, my energy was draining. I feel a heating sensation warming up my chest- spreading like a wildfire; My veins turn a glowing citrus, orange color- but it quickly goes away. Did I see that correctly? Although, the weak feeling doesn't go away. I shut my eyes momentarily, only to reopen them to fill my curiosity. I don't see much because of the black blobs coating my vision. The veins on my arms have went back to their normal blue, as if I hadn't seen them turn any odd color at all. Maybe I was hallucinating. I was only able to witness one thing, and I had a sinking feeling that I probably shouldn't have watched. I was able to spot out a masculine figure grab the old man by his neck, and what I saw next shocked me to my deepest core. His eyes turn an intense silky red as his fangs come out quickly and he gives an evil, intimidating smile. "I'm gonna enjoy this." He states in his low guttural voice as he reaches forward and rips the old man's liver out.

In the late 18th century, Elizabeth Hartley's world is shattered by the tragic death of her parents, forcing her to leave the bustling city of London for the tranquil village of Alderbrook. As she struggles to adapt to her new life, Elizabeth encounters Jonathan Sinclair, the enigmatic village blacksmith with a past as mysterious as his piercing blue eyes.Drawn together by fate and a shared sense of loss, Elizabeth and Jonathan discover a hidden letter that unravels a long-forgotten romance and a family secret linking their destinies. As they delve deeper into the mystery, they must navigate societal expectations, personal struggles, and the haunting whispers of the past.Against the backdrop of picturesque countryside and vibrant village life, Elizabeth and Jonathan's bond deepens, revealing a love that transcends time and adversity. Will they have the courage to embrace their future together, or will the secrets of the past tear them apart?Join Elizabeth and Jonathan on a journey of self-discovery, romance, and historical intrigue in "Eternal Whispers of the Past."---

After his wife was captured by the rival mob, Michael Rossi goes to the bar to relieve his emotional pain. When a woman spikes his drink, he unknowingly sleeps with her. Following a month's time, the woman (who works as a caretaker for Michael's kids) finds out that she's pregnant with his child. Not eager to show Michael the result, especially when he already has 5 children, she flees his house but accidently leaves the pregnancy test in the bathroom. By the time Michael finds out about the pregnancy, it is too late. Sierra Petrov hasn't had the best life. Being tormented and neglected by her mother and her mother's lovers hasn't been easy to endure. Nevertheless, she still remains strong and rarely shows emotion. One day, while at school, Sierra learns that her mother has gone missing. To see if she has any relatives within the country to live with, a DNA test using a strand of her hair was taken. Much to Sierra's surprise, she is notified that she has older, half-siblings who are willing to take her in. Perhaps her life can get better... for now.Started: 8/13/20CURRENTLY IN PROGRESSThis story includes strong language and may contain mature themes in some parts, so please read at your own risk.

DISCLAIMER: All credits to the original author:吱吱是个小肥鼠. None of these characters or plots are ours. FOR OFFLINE PURPOSES ONLY!Text for this article:　　Interview: How does it feel to die suddenly?　　Xu Yanqing: You don't need to ask, the question is that I have already passed through the book. The identity cannon fodder background board, the emperor slept on the day of the book, and now on the way to run with the ball, I heard that this person in the stomach is the villain prince who will only be robbed in the future, and the rest will return.　　*　　Xu Yanqing, who stayed up all night to read the passionate comments on the text, angrily took five exam papers and passed away at an early age. In this life, he just wanted to be paralyzed by salted fish.jpg　　Unfortunately, he was drugged on the day of reading the book. Xu Yanqing slept beautifully. The Taoist priest, the Taoist priest's face is really good-looking, and it is the temperament of the immortal style that makes people want to pay homage.　　The second day after sleeping with the Taoist priest, Xu Yanqing patted his butt and hurriedly slipped away. But the tricky thing is why his belly is getting bigger every day...　　*　　Civil and military people of all dynasties know that their Majesty is a pure-hearted Taoist priest, but I don't know when His Majesty's side has a delicate appearance but a lazy personality The young man, and I don't know when their Majesty was holding a baby in his arms!　　Shocked.jpg, troubled by the ministers.　　His Majesty is also troubled, and the little prince is also troubled.　　"Father, when can Daddy play with me?"　　"When he wakes up, he can play with you."　　"But, when will Daddy wake up!" 　The little prince sighed, and so did His Majesty, the father and son two Looking at someone who was sleeping soundly on the bed, his eyes were full of resentment.　　Xu Yanqing: It's impossible to wake up, and it's imposs