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Arron Kimber was a normal enough graduate student. Brilliant, decisive and capable, he led an honest and measured life between school and work. Yet suddenly, a chance meeting would shatter his world. Someone would call upon him. Someone that was willing to embrace him, train him, make him offers just too good to believe. She would spin his world from rags to riches in mere days. She would bind his heart in a slowly tightening web of heady desire. But why did she want him? What did she require in return? His body? Perhaps his life?

The story of Polly is a gripping tale of love and betrayal, set against the backdrop of the pioneer West. The author has taken family history and spun it into a story you won't be able to pause. The book's trailer won three Telly Awards in 2014 for Entertainment, Editing, and the "People's Choice". Based on stories passed down over generations, this remarkable novel is an easy-to-listen-to adventure encompassing over 150 years of legend.

I am the narcissist. I am allowed to get angry. I can unleash my anger in many forms, and it is socially acceptable to society. You, however, cannot unleash your anger on anyone. You are not allowed to do so, as society doesn’t like empaths who show their anger. You are expected to be prim and proper and put together at all costs and under all circumstances. I expect you to be 100% obedient to me at all costs. Don’t you unleash your anger on me, or there will be consequences. I am your master.

I am the narcissist. I have many secrets. Some you will find out about. Some you will not find out about. I will only let you in on the ones that I think will help me to control you and make you obey me unquestioningly. To be in this union, I must command your undying loyalty. Anything less than that will not be acceptable. If you find out about one of my secrets that you weren’t meant to find out, I will punish you via abuse or silent treatment so that you will learn to stop snooping on me.

A stream of consciousness short story about life after undeath. An entertaining satire about personal transformation in the face of frightening odds. Not for the faint of heart.

I was stalked by a gorgeous female half my age. It was so unbelievable that no one believed me, my friends, coworkers, and family all abandoned me when I most needed them. And many of them did far worse that I am just finding out about.

Black Cock Whore, Trisha and her husband Mike are heading out to a new and exciting party again in this follow-up story to Being Serviced. A mysterious email arrives one day with sketchy details for a weekend in Las Vegas as guests of an exclusive group of famous black athletes. The white husbands come and offer their white wife to be serviced. At this annual event, every part is done following a strict ritual. The group of high profile black athletes are staging a best of breed (black cock whores) party.

This is how The Slave Factory begins. It is the story of Tonya's journey of self-discovery as she and an eclectic group of fellow students undergo six-months of focused and brutal reshaping, guided by the Masters and Mistresses of the arts of sex, bondage, discipline, and submission and the love to serve within the walls of a place known only as The Academy.

Trish is a beautiful forty-something, creamy skinned woman that thinks of herself as a Big Black Cock Whore. Her husband, Mike agrees and assists her in getting as many Big Black Cocks as he can find for her. He views providing this for her, as an expression of his devotion and love.

In this story the couple travel to a far away city to find everything she needs and desires from black men. On this trip she finds so much more than she ever imagined.

My name is Alex and I am a black man. I am six foot four, I wear size fourteen shoes, and my dick is just over eleven inches. If you are afraid some black man is going to f--k your white wife, I am the one you need to worry about. This is how the story of a man begins. Alex thinks he is the master of all he surveys as women throw themselves on their knees before him. One night, he witnessed a reflection of what he had become and he didn't like what he saw.

I am the narcissist. I will do whatever I want to whenever I want to do it. I will intimidate, triangulate, gaslight, abuse, and scare you at will. I will put you at the center of my friends and my family so that I can control your behavior from all sides and from all angles. You think that you have entered this relationship of your own free will. Not so. You have entered this relationship, and now you are not allowed to leave it before I feel it is time to discard you.

I am the narcissist. My love is conditional. My love is passive-aggressive. My love is jealous. My love hurts. My love is like the thorns on a rose. You pick me up, thinking I am beautiful, then you drop me to the ground realizing that I’ve just cut you and made you bleed. My love isn’t what you thought it was. My love isn’t real. My love isn’t the fairy tale that you have imagined it would be. My love is cruel. My love is bitter, like a mouthful of stale, swilled coffee. My love is abusive and controlling. My love is violent.

I am the narcissist. I suffer through my moods and my emotions. But they are not the same moods that you suffer through as an empath. I don’t suffer the same range of emotions that you suffer through. I don’t feel the depth of the love, the joy, the happiness, the satisfaction, the gratefulness, and the compassion. No. I suffer dark moods. Much darker than I will ever let on to you when you first meet me.

I am the narcissist. You and I made a covenant, a binding agreement, when we first met. I didn’t tell you about it, but you wanted to enter into a relationship with me, thus you unknowingly opted in. Didn’t you collect intel on me to try to determine my true nature before I ensnared you? That is your own fault. That’s right, it was my charming and glib personality. It was the way that I mirrored whatever you wanted back to you. You thought I was your soul mate, remember? Your twin flame. I mirrored you to yourself.

I am the narcissist. I do everything that I can to gather fuel. I have different types of fuel, and I only allow people into my life who I can get fuel from. If I don’t think something or someone can continue to supply me with the types of fuel that I need, I will devalue, discard, or destroy them. Fuel is the reason that I live, work, and thrive. Fuel is the only thing that drives all of my motivation, ambition, and strategy.

I am the narcissist. I am chock full of wickedness. You think that you can have realistic expectations of me, but I will do whatever I can do to throw you off your game. I love devouring empaths. Those who are lonely. Those who have been abused and damaged. Those are the easiest prey for me. I target especially those who don’t put up much of a fight.

I am the narcissist. I have tactics to make you talk when I want you to talk. To make you shut up when I want you to shut up. To make you sit on reserve and wait around for me to come back. To make you stay faithful and loyal to me. To punish you when you betray me. To collect all of your resources. All of my kind are taught from early on to get a "Go-Getter". This is a girl who works for resources, status, power, and money. I ride her coattails. I drop her off at work. I "go get her" when she is done working. Then, I take everything there is to take from her.

I am the narcissist. I have propaganda. I have an agenda. Everything I do is executed with precision and purpose. If you don’t go along with my propaganda, I will do everything I can do to crush you. I will use whatever means necessary to defend my honor and to hide my true nature from the rest of the world. I know that I am a monster deep inside.

In Soldiers of a Different Cloth, New York Times best-selling author and military historian John Wukovits tells the inspiring story of 35 chaplains and missionaries who, while garnering little acclaim, performed extraordinary feats of courage and persistence during World War II. Ranging in age from 22 to 53, these University of Notre Dame priests and nuns were counselor, friend, parent, and older sibling to the young soldiers they served. These chaplains experienced the horrors of the Death March in the Philippines and the filthy holds of the infamous Hell Ships.

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