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Nasr-en-din Hotza Funny Stories by Various
Μια μ?ρα, ?να? χωρικ?? ?πιασε μιαν ?γρια χ?να, και την π?γε πεσκ?σι του Χ?τζα. Γιατ? ε?πε μ?σα του: ?Ποιο? ξ?ρει; ?νθρωπο? που ανακατε?εται με του? μεγ?λου? ε?νε, και μπορε?, καμμι? ?ρα, να τ?νε λ?βω αν?γκη!?
Ο Χ?τζα? δ?χτηκε με πολλ?? ευχαριστ?ε? το δ?ρο, περιποι?θηκε με τιμ? το δωρητ?, τ?νε φιλοξ?νησε στο σπ?τι του, εκε?νην τη ν?κτα, και μαζ? του ευφρ?νθηκε τη χ?να, που η γυνα?κα του την ε?χε κ?νη εξα?ρετη σο?πα.
?στερα απ? καμι? βδομ?δα, ? δυο, ο χωρικ?? ?τυχε να κατεβ? στην π?λι, κ' επειδ? τον πρ?λαβε η ν?χτα, π?γε στο σπ?τι του Χ?τζα και χτ?πησε την π?ρτα:
- Ποιο? ε?νε; ρ?τησε ο Χ?τζα?.
- Ε?μαι ο ?νθρωπο? που σο?φερε τη χ?να.
- Α! Κ?πιασε! Κ?πιασε!
Και πρ?θυμα του ?νοιξε την π?ρτα, και τον ?βαλε στον οντ? του και τον εφιλοξ?νησε με τι? ?διε? περιποι?σει? ?πω? και την πρ?τη φορ?. Γιατ? ε?πε μ?σα του: ?Ποιο? ξ?ρει; ?νθρωπο? φιλ?τιμο? φα?νεται: μπορε? να μου στε?λη και καν?να ?λλο πεσκ?σι απ' το χωρι?!?
?στερα απ? κ?μποσε? μ?ρε?, ?ρθαν, ?να βρ?δυ, στο σπ?τι του Χ?τζα μερικο? χωρι?τε?, και του ζ?τησαν φιλοξεν?α.
- Ποιοι ε?σθε σει?; ρ?τησε ο Χ?τζα?.
- Ε?μαστε οι γειτ?νοι του ανθρ?που που σο?φερε τη χ?να, απ?ντησαν εκε?νοι.
Ο Χ?τζα? του? δ?χτηκε με καλωσ?νη, του? ?βαλε κ' ?φαγαν, και του? κρ?τησε να κοιμηθο?ν στο σπ?τι του, τη ν?χτα. Μα, ?ταν, ?στερα απ? κ?μποσε? μ?ρε?, παρουσι?στηκαν κι' ?λλοι, κ' ε?παν: ?Ε?μαστε οι γειτ?νοι των γειτ?νων του ανθρ?που που σο?φερε τη χ?να!?, ο Χ?τζα? ε?πε μ?σα του: ?Βρε, το πρ?μμα, βλ?πω, π?ει κορδ?νι!? ?μω?, δε μ?λησε τ?ποτα, μ?νε του? ε?πε:
- Καλ?? ωρ?σατε, καλ?? ωρ?σατε! Κοπι?στε στ' αρχοντικ? μου!
Κι' αφο? του? κ?θισε στον οντ? του, κ' ?στρωσε το τραπ?ζι ?βαλε μπρο? στον καθ?να απ? ?να πι?το βαθ?, γεμ?το νερ?. Οι ξ?νοι, κοιτ?χτηκαν αναμεταξ? του? κ' ε?παν:
- Τι ε?νε το?το;
- Ε?νε η σο?πα τη? σο?πα? τη? χ?να?, καταδεχθ?τε την, φ?λοι μου! ε?πε ο Χ?τζα?.
Φυσικ?, εκε?νοι π?ρανε τα βρεμμ?να του? και φ?γανε κ' ?τσι ο Χ?ντζα? γλ?τωσε κι' απ' εκε?νον που το?φερε τη χ?να, κι' απ? του? οχληρο?? γειτ?νου? και παραγειτ?νου? ?εκε?νου που το?φερε τη χ?να?.
Le Tour du Monde; d'Alexandrette au coude de l'Euphrate by Various
It was a grand success. Every one said so; and moreover, every one who witnessed the experiment predicted that the Mermaid would revolutionize naval warfare as completely as did the world-famous Monitor. Professor Rivers, who had devoted the best years of his life to perfecting his wonderful invention, struggling bravely on through innumerable disappointments and failures, undaunted by the sneers of those who scoffed, or the significant pity of his friends, was so overcome by his signal triumph that he fled from the congratulations of those who sought to do him honour, leaving to his young assistants the responsibility of restoring the marvellous craft to her berth in the great ship-house that had witnessed her construction. These assistants were two lads, eighteen and nineteen years of age, who were not only the Professor's most promising pupils, but his firm friends and ardent admirers. The younger, Carlos West Moranza, was the only son of a Cuban sugar-planter, and an American mother who had died while he was still too young to remember her. From earliest childhood he had exhibited so great a taste for machinery that, when he was sixteen, his father had sent him to the United States to be educated as a mechanical engineer in one of the best technical schools of that country. There his dearest chum was his class-mate, Carl Baldwin, son of the famous American shipbuilder, John Baldwin, and heir to the latter's vast fortune. The elder Baldwin had founded the school in which his own son was now being educated, and placed at its head his life-long friend, Professor Alpheus Rivers, who, upon his patron's death, had also become Carl's sole guardian. In appearance and disposition young Baldwin was the exact opposite of Carlos Moranza, and it was this as well as the similarity of their names that had first attracted the lads to each other. While the young Cuban was a handsome fellow, slight of figure, with a clear olive complexion, impulsive and rash almost to recklessness, the other was a typical Anglo-Saxon American, big, fair, and blue-eyed, rugged in feature, and slow to act, but clinging with bulldog tenacity to any idea or plan that met with his favour. He invariably addressed his chum as "West," while the latter generally called him "Carol."
Young Folks Treasury, Volume 2 (of 12) by Various
Embracing a Flash-Light Sketch of the Holocaust, Detailed Narratives by Participants in the Horror, Heroic Work of Rescuers, Reports of the Building Experts as to the Responsibility for the Wholesale Slaughter of Women and Children, Memorable Fires of the Past, etc., etc.
Young Folks Treasury, Volume 3 (of 12) by Various
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
Chandler Su who had cheated by her boyfriend then got drunk at a bar. To take revenge, she grabbed a man randomly and took him to the room. After a crazy night, Chandler found the strange man was a super handsome guy the next morning. Shy and shocked Chandler run away after leaving 150 RMB and scorning the man of his poor bed skills. However, she never thought the story would become so dramatic as the next day, she found out that the new coming president of her company was exactly the man she slept the last night! Worse than that, this new boss seemed very narrow-minded as he asked Chandler to come to his office on the first day.
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?