Wings of fire one-shots

''ငါတို့စတွေ့ခဲ့ကြတဲ့အချိန်၊ငါတို့ရဲ့ပထမဆုံးအနမ်းငါတို့ရဲ့ပထမဆုံးည အဲ့အချိန်တွေထဲကမင်းကငါ့ဟာဖြစ်နှင့်ပြီးသား...''

A handwritten memory line by a dyslectic person. I describe how my life felt like. I want to make people feel understood.The writer is Dutch, writing in English.

A time-travel story.A purely imaginary fictional story. No intent to hurt anyone's religious sentiments.I am not writing any description, so, give it a try and i would highly appreciate comments.Whatever images, quotes, or media are used are not owned by me.No form of reproduction of this story in any form (written, recording, electronic or photocopy is permitted without my permission. All rights reserved by @Mythicaltinni.

GOING THROUGH SOME EDITING! The Confederate Battle Flag is alive- But it isn't what you might think. Dixie (as he goes by nowadays) has been stuck inside America's head all these years. First a voice of opposition, then blunt annoyance. Then council. He has changed. And America needs him more than ever.*may be offensive. Dixie is a good guy in this. Do not read if this offends you or if you are triggered by violence

Lucas is excited about his summer trip but a series of unfortunate events occur leading to Lucas becoming Lucy for the summer. NSFW. 18+ A Girl For The Summer#adult #adult-content #crossdress #domination #erotic #feminization #forcedfem #forcedfeminization #humilation #sissification #sissy #submissive #femdom

**Ink & Ishq: A Melodic Fusion of Words and Emotions**Dive into the enchanting world of 'Ink & Ishq,' where the universal language of poetry bridges the gap between English and Urdu. This exquisite collection of verses beautifully weaves the intricacies of two cultures, capturing the essence of love, passion, and life's profound moments.Each page is a canvas painted with emotions, where ink dances gracefully to the rhythm of Ishq (love). Through the lens of language, explore the depths of human experience, from the sweet ache of longing to the jubilant celebrations of joy. This bilingual poetry book offers a soulful journey that transcends boundaries and speaks to the heart.Whether you're a connoisseur of poetry or a newcomer to its embrace, 'Ink & Ishq' invites you to savor the beauty of words and emotions intertwined. Immerse yourself in this poetic tapestry, where English and Urdu become harmonious partners in the symphony of feelings."

"I'm telling you! She died in a fire 7 years ago!" I boomed and raised my hands up in the air. He was sitting calmly, in his chair and leaned over onto his elbows in a discreet manner."Well, According to what we have just witnessed today, that is most certainly untrue." He growled lowly, "She is a threat to the MMO, and everyone in it."I stayed silent, I couldn't believe that she was actually alive, all this time, I could have completed that lousy task and been done with this ordeal."Well, what do you want me to do about it, Asgore?!" "Find her, and kill her." He said harshly. "You're one of the best fighters in the Mafia, Sans. Don't disappoint me this time." "Yes sir.""Actually.." he stood up, a smirk on his face. "I have a better idea."

He pressed his forehead to mine, staring into my eyes with his darkened brown enchanting orbs. 'I knew it. I knew you were my mate' Christan's husky voice sent chills through my body. A smirk played on his lips in a knowingly fashion. The last word made my heart skip a beat. Mate. His luscious scent filled me, melting me into him. Christan did nothing but keep his body pressed up at mine, looking straight into my eyes like he could see my soul. I wanted him. Oh God I wanted him so bad. His hand carressed my cheek as he pulled his head back slightly. This was like nothing I had ever felt before, unexplainable. His mere touch was driving me crazy, my thoughts blurred. Mate. He was my mate! I, Jesse Mary-Anne Drake has my mate! Christan Issac Drake.. could my life be better-Drake. My clouded thoughts immediately came clear. Stepbrother. He is also my Stepbrother.