A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

They couldn't be more different. Ridley is a knight in shining white armor, so perfect in every way that it makes people hardly able to stand him. Prince Vandel on the other hand (aka the evil demon prince of darkness) is the sworn enemy of the kingdom, obsessed with gaining power and wearing beautiful clothes. The two young men are right out of a fairytale, practically made to be archenemies...but what if they ended up falling in love instead?

Mature novel 18+ | Boy loves girl or boy loves boy? Deadbeat millennial Inho Kim just wanted to surprise his long-distance girlfriend. So, why the hell is he standing in Vancouver rain with nothing but a boner and her handsome boss' business card? A Queer Adult Romance about the messy endings and messier beginnings of love. The process is simple: get hurt, cry, and Kiss It Better. Mature Romance with explicit sexual content 18+ Updates 3x week: Tuesdays/Thursdays/Saturdays

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Two teachers, One Building. You do the math.

Louis nem szereti Harry Gucci cipőjét. Nagyon nem. És ezt minden eszközzel próbálja a fejébe is vésni végre. Figyelmeztetés: ez most a többi sztorimmal ellentétben szín tiszta pornó. És nem a vanília fajtából. Az ötlet: drága barátnőmmel brainstormingolás közben arra jutottunk, írnom kell egy clickbait wattpad kompatibilis sztorit. Azaz: szépirodalom nyomokban sem, rövid részek, sűrű frissítés, történet helyett leginkább csak szex. De legalább korrektül megírva... vagy ezzel már nem annyira kompatibilis? 😉

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Minden negyvenedik évben feláldoznak egy fiatal fiút, hogy ezzel megóvják magukat a fekete sárkány haragjától. Mindig a város vezetőjének negyedik fia lett a menyasszony. Most Vladimir van a soron, de rá kell jönnie, hogy a sárkány jóval több mint egy nagy, fekete szörnyeteg.