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I ran back on the bed and cowered under the sheets once again. “It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream.” I kept on repeating this line inside my head to convince myself that what I saw wasn’t true. Even though I cannot make out what this person looked like from afar, those glowing red eyes was more than enough to terrify me for years. The sequence between the hoots gradually grew longer, but every single one drew closer and closer.

Sudden unexplained visions cause Tabby to begin questioning not only her personal feeling about who she is but her feeling for Jerry, as their friendship begins to take them down a road she may not be ready for, or want. Meanwhile, Corum hatches a new scheme to build his army of servants with the help of Tabby's best friend, April, who is more than she appears.

She licked her lips. "Ohh, what a man you are. Bravo, bravo, bravo to you, Edmond. See? That wasn’t hard to say. Or was it?" He tugged at his collar and exhaled forcefully, like someone who had been holding their breath for long. "No. No, it wasn’t." "Now it is my turn." "Your turn? But you already did that before."

Aside from the last part, I happened to tick most of the boxes. Without knowing what it was, I already spotted this door a few times. I also had a few vague encounters with ghosts in different places. I just preferred not to tell anyone about it in fear that I might be laughed at. I didn’t say a single word and pretended to mind my own business until the break ended.

Fear made me dig. After a while, I really did find something, but it didn't look like a doll to me. It looked more like an old rag sewed up to look like a doll, with two buttons as eyes and few strands of hair poking out of what was supposed to be her head. It was muddy and half-decayed, and I tried to tell her again that she doesn't need it, but I didn't.

Outside the tent was damp and cold and moist and like nothing Kayla had ever seen. Almost immediately, she wanted to return into the tent. Supria was already swiftly ahead. Here was like nowhere she had ever seen before. The sky was an eerie purple and orange, there were lighting strikes without thunderbolts. Sequoias characterized the landscapes and then the people.

Then, she looked up and let out a short, bitten-off scream. A...thing was there, looming above her, observing her with the impassivity of the cat. Though most of it was shrouded in darkness, Paige knew it was a demon. She could vaguely make out the silhouette of wings, of huge horns curling up from its head like a gazelle. She wanted to light more candles to see better, but she didn’t want to look away from the creature.

Well, this beginning of my new life did not start as I thought it was going to. I was here for less than two hours, and I already managed to have a panic attack. What should I expect next. I was in a foreign country, in a car with two people I do not know, going to a clinic where I should have a meeting that could determine my whole future. I had no idea how to do it, but apparently, I had four and a half hours to bring my A-game and impress my future boss.

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One of the most remarkable things about Cathy was her beautiful skin. She had skin that was clear as crystal. And her figure was amazing. Her nose was pointed, defining her face in a well-structured manner. People often called her "the sunflower girl" because of her features and talents as a stripper.

"Thank you for your help, but I think I will stay in the hotel." She didn’t meet his eyes when she said it. He didn’t know what to think at first, but then it clicked, and he laughed.

The next complainant brought us back our cabbages, which was one of our produce that father took pride in. He was already agitated before the vendor could say anything. And just like the tomatoes, the cabbages looked totally fine on the surface. The vendor took out one of them that was already cut in half, and father tried his best not to lash out in front of the vendor because of what he saw. There were maggots crawling from the stalk of the cabbage, and the inner leaves were incredibly pale that it was almost grayish white.

We were dangerously close from the explosion. My ears rang as my vision was blurred by the ashes that covered the area. As I regained my hearing, I heard a very discreet sound that sent chills down my spine. I was certain that the others heard it, as well, when they turned their heads from left to right. It sounded like a silent howl of something that I have not heard before. It was like a strong gust of wind passing through a shattered horn or a screech being forced out from a dry throat.

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Private investigator Geneva Pomolo and her partner Iris Reeves are busier than ever. An old foe has challenged them to a contest to see which pair of friends can take the most one-day courses at the local community college. Never one to shirk from a challenge, Geneva now has her hands full three evenings a week learning the basics of sailing, baking, watercolors, Olympic sports, and mystery writing.

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Every sissy needs a hot Black guy in her life! What's the point in meeting up with toned, muscular, dominant Black guys and not sharing the stories though? Well, I've put together some of the hottest experiences that my sissy friends and I have had with these Black gods!

Julia was standing at the sting of the floor, overtaking the space. Her hips undulated in time with the music. She was the lady I had yearned for in my mysterious, sexy dreams since I was a teenager. Her wavy black hair swayed to the corner and center of her back, almost white but creamy skin tone, a sweet, petite, curvy kind of body that sprouted out her breast to the top with flaring hips and an ant’s waist that every lady would ask for. When I thought everything about her was over, I couldn't stop staring at her glossy wine-shaded lips and her hair that was well kept in bangs.

I live a sissy life in Thailand and love getting feminized by ladyboys. Some ladyboys love sissy guys to use, and I've experienced so many great times here. I've decided to share my girly stories in a series of books. In this book, there are two mini-stories. Both contain dressing up and hot ladyboy fun!