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Shifting your fingers through the rack of manga, you bop your head to your favorite song blasting in your ears. Popping the bubble gum in your mouth, you shift your weight grunting when you can’t locate the latest issue of your favorite manga. Ripping the headphones off your head, you let them hang around your neck. “Oi Kazuya where is my favorite manga eleventh edition I can’t find it.” You pout quickly thumbing through the rack again to double check. “Um [Name]-chan we actually sold the last copy this morning,” he trails off ducking back behind the counter placing the register between you all. Eyes widening you turn around, “W-what?” Sto...

You were the secretary (and a Guardian) of the famous Vongola famiglia, but that was harder than you had expected. Of course, as the only women a life with only men was difficult for sure, especially if you fell for your boss, Vongola Primo, Giotto.But seriously, who wouldn't fall for such a man? He was kind, gentle, polite and had the purest heart on the Earth. And you know what? He liked you too!But there was a little problem. The problem was G. He didn't trust you at all and he believed, your feelings for Giotto were fake and just a 'girly fancy', because he was so influential. But he had absolutely mistaken you! Your feelings were real...

For the rest of the schools day, Trixie watched Jokesterrap to see what he was up to."I'm going to find his secret," she said to herself."What secret?" said a voice from behind her.Trixie jumped and saw that Mystery Mint was right behind her, looking rather puzzled."Jokesterrap has been acting unusual lately," she said. "I intend to find out what his scheme is.""Ever hear of keeping your nose out of other people's business?" suggested Mystery."I didn't ask for your opinion!" snapped Trixie."Well, too bad, because I gave it to you anyway," Mystery smirked.But Trixie ignored her. She was determined to find out what Jokesterrap was up to."She...

Rec Roomby GrendelI lay back against the pillows propped against the headboard of the king- size bed watching the two women. Across the dimly lit room, Rhonda's right hand traced the curve of Carla's spine as she ran the zipper down the back of her dress. Sliding her hands up her back and out along her shoulders, she pushed the silky flowered dress off Carla's body to flutter to the floor. Carla stood unmoving, feet encircled by the fabric, meeting my eyes in the vanity mirror as Rhonda unhooked her bra strap, slipped it off, and hung it over the chair back. After a pause in which both women remained motionless, the silence of late afterno...