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A Kaleidoscope in The Sky
LGBT+ Glenn Anantara's older brother had given him the nickname of "Mr. Atlantic" due to his colossal ego, which seemed to span as wide as the vast ocean itself. But it wasn't just his ego that reached grand proportions; it was also his staunch disbelief in concepts like true love, soulmates, and happily ever after. To Glenn, these ideas seemed utterly absurd and irrational. After all, he considered himself an exceptionally rational man.
"When I fall in love, I fall hard. But when it's over, I simply say 'Fuck it all!' I refuse to be a pathetic, heartbroken mess, wallowing in misery," Glenn would declare, emphasizing his motto whenever his romantic relationships reached their bitter ends. And so far, he had succeeded in upholding his philosophy. That was until a man entered his life.
Little did Glenn know that this man would not only challenge his beliefs about love but also alter the trajectory of his life's journey forever.
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I.am.dera Two enemies. One team. No escape.
At Rosewood State, basketball is a religion. The fans are loud, the scouts are always watching, and the pressure to make the NBA is heavy. Xavier Reyes is the star point guard who looks like a machine on the court. He has the money, the talent, and the perfect cheerleader girlfriend, Sienna. He knows he is bisexual, but he has never acted on his attraction to men before until a locker room fight with his biggest rival changes everything.
Kael Donovan is the explosive power forward who plays like his life is on the line because without his scholarship, it is. Kael is loud, aggressive, and fiercely proud of who he is. He has been out and proud since high school. He always assumed Xavier's hostility was just rich-kid arrogance and standard rivalry. He had no idea they would ever cross a line like this.
To the public, they are a PR nightmare, two teammates who can't see eye-to-eye. But behind closed doors, a single post-game explosion has changed the rules of their rivalry. In a state where basketball is everything, Xavier and Kael are playing a dangerous game where losing means risking their futures, their positions on the team, and a secret they never saw coming. THE LOVE I MUST HATE
RosyKosy My name is Lisa and I am only attracted to girls. I realized that since the day I began to feel my genitalia. But no one must know about it; not when I live in a religious girls' high school.
It is considered unholy to love a fellow girl. It is against the school rules, and a rumor about it will result in the expulsion of the involved students.
I wouldn't want to be expelled. I fear the humiliation it holds and the disappointment it might bring to my parents.
My parents sent me to this religious school for a sort of cleansing from my abominable choice of sexuality. Although they failed to understand I didn't choose to like girls, I do not want to be expelled back to them or see them hurt more than they are hurting.
So, I dwelled in secret; surviving the co-habitation of other girls until Uriel came along.
I couldn't resist Uriel's sweet sculpted face, endowed body figure, and perfect curvy lips. I couldn't withstand her charm. So, I decided to risk everything and have that 'unholy' relationship with her.
For Uriel, I could face the world and fight, but I didn't consider if Uriel would want the same.
After I kissed her and confessed my feelings, I saw maybe, just maybe, I should have remained in the closet and had my secret buried with me.
Uriel received me with disgust, exposed me to everyone, and had me expelled from school.
My life turned left. I hated myself for years and ended up living in lies about liking men.
Now she is back, apologizing and professing her undying love. Should I believe she reappeared to love me right? Should I embrace my unquenched feelings for her or take on the revenge I've always wanted?
Serve Me, My Lord
Wo Ruo Emmett was a loyal footman at the wealthy Patterson estate, desperate to scrub the slum out of his blood.
He abandoned his family and gave his absolute devotion to the beautiful young miss, Clara.
But when the estate faced bankruptcy, Clara ruthlessly framed him for embezzlement to protect her family's wealth.
He was shoved into a police carriage in the freezing rain. Through the window, he saw Clara watching him with fake pity, looking at him like a stray dog being put down.
The judge slammed his gavel, sentencing him to a slow, agonizing death.
Because he had spent all his wages on tailored uniforms to fit in, his mother died in a cheap coffin from an untreated illness, leaving his siblings to starve.
As the thick, coarse rope crushed his windpipe, Emmett was filled with agonizing regret.
He didn't understand how the woman who smiled so sweetly could send him to the gallows without a single ounce of hesitation.
Opening his eyes again, Emmett found himself back in the servant's quarters, exactly three days before the Patterson family's downfall.
This time, he wouldn't be their loyal dog. He was going to be their executioner.
He planned to watch Clara sell herself to the savage new heir, Kearney Bernard, just to keep her luxury.
But at the welcome dinner, the terrifying new master ignored Clara completely, locked his dark, obsessive eyes on Emmett, and whispered.
"You are mine. Nobody touches you." Fake Amnesia, Real Betrayal
Johan Gorski The call came at 7:05 PM on our tenth wedding anniversary.
My husband, David, was in an accident.
At the hospital, he was awake, but a young woman, his assistant Chloe, was holding his hand, acting like his wife.
When I walked in, he looked at me, a blank stranger' s stare, then asked, "Who are you?"
He laughed when I said I was his wife, then demanded security remove me, while Chloe, smiling, pretended to cry.
It wasn't just memory loss; it was a cruel, targeted erasure.
I tried proof, the marriage certificate, but he pushed it away as "just a piece of paper."
Then Chloe waltzed in with his favorite soup, and he defended her when I confronted her.
"She' s the only one who' s been here for me!" he screamed.
He snarled that I was "exhausted, haggard," compared to Chloe, who was "kind and gentle."
My wedding ring, a symbol of our forever, flew from my hand as he slapped it away, clinking under the bed.
"Don' t come back," he said, turning his back on me to comfort Chloe.
Later, I learned why: he had been having an affair with Chloe, his mother's 65th birthday ruined by his absence and her answering his phone.
My world shattered when Mark Johnson, David's estranged best friend, told me what David said: "The fake amnesia was a stroke of genius, right? A clean break."
My husband had faked a brain injury to throw me away.
A car hit me, sending me to the hospital, and I knew what I had to do.
When Mark came in, I looked at him, my face blank, then asked, "Are you… my husband?" 
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