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Who Are You
Adventure I had everything money could buy-designer clothes, luxury vacations, and a last name that made people step aside when I walked into a room. But none of it mattered when the people who were supposed to love me the most treated me like an afterthought. My mother and father were all too happy to get divorced and go their separate ways to care about me.
Then came the accident.
One moment, I was at my family's estate, the crisp air heavy with the scent of hay and soil. The next, I was gasping for breath in a body that wasn't mine, staring up at a ceiling that didn't belong to me. The mirror confirmed my worst fear-this wasn't just a bad dream. The face staring back at me was unfamiliar, the features softer, younger. The clothes were outdated, the room foreign. I had woken up in another time.
The 1970s.
As if being trapped in a strange life wasn't enough, my new family feared me. They whispered behind closed doors, their eyes filled with something between awe and terror.My strength, inhuman, strange was my shield against their hatred and schemes.And then there was my father. This version of him wasn't the distant, powerful businessman I had known. He was married to another woman, and her twins... there was something about them. The way they looked at him, the way he looked away.
Secrets buried in the past. A legacy I didn't recognize. A power I couldn't explain.
I had lost everything once before. But this time, I wasn't going down without a fight. Time travel with Him
Adventure Unconsciously, Dorothy moved a little further away.
Even though the female lead in the novel was depicted as warm-hearted and gentle like a little sun, who never harmed the original host (it was usually the original host who persecuted her), from her many years of reading experience, Dorothy knew that main characters posses an aura of plot armor. If an evil supporting character approached them too closely, something bad was bound to happen.
If not for her leg injury, Dorothy would have even considered jumping out of the car and running away.
Only after they had walked far into the clinic did Dorothy open her mouth and say, "My leg is injured, so I also want to go and see a doctor in the clinic."
Of course, she knew it was a minor injury and it would heal in a few days. She just needed an excuse to go in.
Caleb looked surprised: "Mrs Parker, why didn't you say so earlier? You could have just gone in with them. They even know some people there."
Dorothy replied, "It's not severe. I just need the doctor to apply some medicine and re-bandage it."
"Oh, alright. Let's go then," Caleb replied, leading her in.
As Dorothy slowly walked into the clinic, she looked around, in the hopes of seeing some job advertisements or to inquire.
But even if people knew about job openings, they wouldn't likely tell her.
Job opportunities are precious commodities these days.
But she recalled older family members saying that in the '70s, government-run institutions would post job vacancies and conduct public examinations and screenings. While some underground connections could be involved, they would still need to maintain appearances.
"The doctor says I need to get some medicine, hope you don't mind?"After receiving the prescription, Dorothy sent Caleb off, intentionally stalling for time as she milled about the clinic.
And lo and behold, she actually found something.
At the corner of a bulletin board, Dorothy saw a job posting.
The posting stated that the clinic currently needed a nurse. Requirements were a high school education, must be female, and must be in good health without any communicable diseases.
Perhaps to avoid being discovered, the words were printed very small on purpose, extremely inconspicuous, and there was no mention of when to take the recruitment exam.
Just then, a janitor came out of the bathroom. Dorothy stopped her and asked, "Miss, is this clinic hiring? Do you know when the registration for the exam is?"
The woman barely glanced at Dorothy and responded curtly, "Who are you?"
Dorothy reached into her pocket. The original owner of this body still had some money. She took out a coin and handed it to the woman, apologizing with a smile, "I studied nursing. I've been unemployed for half a year after graduation and failed to find a suitable job. My family is worried about me. I feel bad about just staying home waiting for meals. So, even with an injured leg, I didn't slack off in job hunting. Could you please tell me if you know anything?"
Accepting the coin and seeing Dorothy leaning on a crutch, the woman's expression softened considerably. She pointed to a small door on the right and said, "Registration for the examination ends at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. That is the registration place over there."
"Thank you, miss." Gratefully, Dorothy quickly thanked her and hurried to the registration office.
At the registration office, two middle-aged men in white coats were leisurely drinking Coffee.
Dorothy knocked on the door, and one of them hailed, "Come in."
Upon her entry, the other man took a close look and asked, "What can I do for you?"
She smiled nervously, saying, "Hello, I am here to apply for the job of the nurse."
The man responsible for registration was quite friendly, probably because she was pretty. He picked up a form, started to fill it out, and asked, "What's your name? How old are you? What's your educational background? Where do you live...?"
Dorothy answered each question. However, when the other man heard that she was only eighteen years old and living in the military complex, he shook his head, saying, "I don't think this job is suitable for you, you're too young, no experience, and no certification. Nursing can be quite tiring. Plus, is your leg injured?" His gaze fell on the bandaged right leg of Dorothy.
Dorothy hurriedly explained,"It's a minor injury. It will heal on its own in a couple of days."
"I'm not afraid of hard work, you can let me try first."
She thought to herself that she didn't intend to be a nurse. In her previous life, she was a respected chief physician.
The man glanced at her and said, "Then let me test you. You should at least know the basic care knowledge; otherwise, getting registered would be a waste."
"What type of respiration is used in infants due to their underdeveloped respiratory muscles and small range of chest movements?"
Dorothy immediately responded, "Diaphragmatic breathing."
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Ag Admirable "Kyra," Roderick started, taking a few steps forward. "Tell me, does the child belong to me?"
Norway scoffed mockingly. "You're really delusional. She was with me that night, and now you expect the child to be yours."
Roderick spun immediately to face him. "You took advantage of her that night. That's the obvious truth."
"And you didn't do the same to her?" Norway hissed, stepping closer to him. "You were the one who marked and made her your Luna against her will."
"Enough!" I snapped, as I never expected that from either of them, stepping between them.
Roderick's eyes shockingly softened at me, though it was just for a breath. "Kyra... I need to know the truth."
Norway's gaze darkened on hearing that. "You don't need to know anything. You have no business here. You just want what she carries and nothing more."
Roderick's expression didn't even deny it; he made no effort to debunk whatever Norway said against him.
He stared at me weirdly-maybe hungry, determined, desperate. "Kyra, you know we were together and there is a possibility that the child is mine. Not a possibility, I'm sure the pup is mine, I can feel it in my body."
"I can also feel in my soul that the child is mine," Norway countered. "And Roderick, don't forget I was with her recently and after that you two have not been together, so there is no way the child is yours."
"I was with her shortly before you, so I'm the father of the child."
***
Kyra Redwood, the daughter of the Alpha of Redwood Pack, the useless and weak princess of the Pack has never for once seen love her entire life, not even from her Father.
Roderick Dark Shield, the head of all devils as known to be, has set his eyes on her and needed something she had in her, something no one could ever possess.
Norway Blackthorne, the gentle but dangerous Alpha of all rogues, has set his eyes on her because the devil's Alpha liked her, and he wanted everything the devil set his eyes upon.
Caught in between the two Alphas, each with great power. Would Kyra find love, or would it just be another battle for power? The Billionaires Unwilling Vows
G.Gordon CRACK.
Daniel landed a clean punch right to Leo's jaw. I gasped, hand flying to my mouth, but internally? Oh god, that was satisfying to watch.
Ally and I latched onto each other, giggling like schoolgirls, and took this as our cue to GTFO.
We bolted from the VIP section, dodging security and weaving through the crowd until we reached the DJ stage. The bass rattled my bones, the lights flashing in dizzying neon colors.
Ally clutched my arm. "What the hell did you say to that guy, Daniel?"
I burst into laughter, now fully slurring. "I told him that Leo was my obsessive ex. That I had a restraining order against him, and he wouldn't leave me alone."
Ally's jaw hit the floor. "Celeste. YOU DIDN'T."
I grinned wickedly. "I did. And then I told him if he protected me, he could have me all night long."
Ally full-on SCREAMED, grabbing my shoulders. "You evil little genius."
We howled with laughter, ignoring the chaos happening behind us. The VIP section was in full-blown war mode, but us? We were thriving.
Dancing, spinning, arms in the air, riding the high of the night. We climbed onto one of the podiums, bodies moving with the music, our dresses clinging to our curves. We were reckless. We were untouchable.
Until we weren't.
One second, I was basking in my freedom. The next, a pair of strong hands gripped my thighs, and before I could react-I was THROWN over someone's shoulder.
Everything tilted. My stomach lurched. I shrieked, pounding my fists against a broad, muscular back.
"WHAT THE FUCK-PUT ME DOWN!"
I twisted my head, and even through my blurred, drunken vision, I knew exactly who had me.
Leo.
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Celeste never wanted this life. She never wanted the weight of her family's name, the blood-stained legacy, or the ruthless enemies lurking in the shadows. And she sure as hell never wanted to marry Leonidas Astor-the man who once meant everything to her as a child, until he turned her world into a nightmare.
Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, Celeste and Leo are bound by an inescapable contract, tangled in a web of power, revenge, and deadly secrets. But when Celeste uncovers a chilling truth-one that shatters the foundation of their hatred-she realizes she's been fighting the wrong enemy all along.
The real monster has been hiding in plain sight. And now, both of them are running out of time.
With danger closing in and betrayals lurking around every corner, Celeste must decide: Can she trust the man who ruined her life? Or will this marriage be the beginning of her downfall?
Vows were made. Lies were told. And in a world where love and money are weapons, Celeste is about to find out just how deadly it can be. Wake Up, Dream Boy!
Mr. Ben Having some of the poems in the first edition of the poem collection, ‘The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts)’ published in several poetry magazines as High On Poems, Earthborne Magazine, Deadsnakes and so on, the author has ushered in the second, titled ‘The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts) ---The Reloaded.
It is said to be ‘reloaded’ because there are other poems to be added to make this edition slightly richer than the first. With poems as ‘Out of the Box’, ‘Dad Loves Me’, ‘Heralding God’s Magnificence’ being published in notable poetry journals and magazines, the sequel is hoped to make an impact to the entire world, beginning with the readers.
The Table of Contents has the additional poems that readers, who have read the first edition, would realize. They are intended to look into general issues, family, gender, parental, religious (Christian faith), children, love and personal/motivational.
The aim behind this piece is simple. As said in the first edition, it is about entertaining, enlightening, inspiring or motivating and enabling people think for themselves.
Worthy of Note: The author believes that subsequent edition(s) of the work would carry the above-stated aim.
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