He knelt down so that his head was just about level with hers.

“I can be, if you’d like. What about your bear?”

LC shook her head.

“Kawan can’t be an uncle!”

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

“One thing I’ve definitely learned – the heart goes where the heart goes.”

Revenge Served Cold
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

“Patience is the ultimate virtue”. They are so very fond of saying that at Ms. Lacey’s School of Reform for Wayward Boys. Ms. Lacey herself says that all women must learn patience first. “A woman’s life is full of frustrations, and a woman’s life is what is in store for all of you. And frustration can only be overcome by patience”. I can still hear the words, being drummed into me with everything else. I have never forgotten those words, or how to fold napkins, braid my hair or walk in high heels.

Chapter 40 – Carter

As the days slipped by, the school settled into a tranquil rhythm, the initial thrill of the new dragons gradually fading into the backdrop of everyday life. Yuqi observed with an attentive eye that the once-grand entrances of the other dragons no longer drew gasps of awe; their powers, once flaunted like banners, were now wielded with a quieter grace. Even Sebastian, still reeling from his public embarrassment in the bustling cafeteria, had chosen a path of solitude, keeping his distance with an air of reluctance.

He was so damn beautiful.

“We should get her some clothes that fit,” Fiona takes a bite of her eggs and waves a finger at me. “That dress is hanging off of her.”
Tori, as promised, came home with food; Bob Evan’s, actually. I didn’t even know that Bob Evans made ‘to go’ food, but I guess they do because I’ve got a small container of eggs, bacon, and biscuits and gravy sitting in front of me. I’m staring at it, unsure of what to eat first or if I even want to eat. I know the deal though: they’ll want me to eat. People like to keep their prisoners alive.

At seventy-nine, Edward Wright wants nothing more than quiet days by the sea—peace from his restless mind and from the values he never truly chose but was forced to live by. When he buys a Cape Cod beach house, he expects solitude. Instead, he discovers something left behind sixty-two years ago…something that will change the course of his final years in ways he never imagined.

Author’s note: I missed the deadline for the summer romance contest, but the idea would not let me go. I love the challenge of writing to a random theme, and this story became the result. While I draw on real places and the names of historical figures, this novel is entirely a work of fiction. I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it.

Adam and Eve
A Short Story
By Maryanne Peters

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