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The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Democracy In The Land
“I am not leaving Kindle Lou,” Falcon said and hugged her tightly. “I thought I already made that clear.”“So five,” Sora said and pointed to Falcon. “Is five okay, your highness?”Falcon stuck his tongue out at him.Kanisa shook her head. “If we want to give the people the power to vote and choose, then we give it to them all the way. They can appoint people to count.”“Someone may fake the numbers,” Conrad said.Kanisa sighed. “Well, I am not counting as many hundreds of thousands of votes.”“We are getting ahead of ourselves anyway,” Dawn said. “What if the people want a king?”“The people have never wanted a king,” Conrad said with Kindle Lou and Kindle Dee nodding.“This is the best we can do,” Kanisa said. “We propose the borders of the Provinces, the more the better. Seven or eight. We send the map with the announcement to all the major cities and villages in the town. Those that agree will hold the vote.”“And those that do not?” Conrad said.Kanisa pondered him.“Many people
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Rise of The Creatures
“Ciel Karhillaz!”Wimer Aslix went down the hallway and pounded on Ciel Karhillaz’s bedroom door.“Ciel Karhillaz, you stupid, walking corpse, you open this door right this instant!”The door flew open. Wimer Aslix glared up at him. Ciel Karhillaz scrunched his face. Not always the best idea since his skin was no longer as pretty as it was when he was alive. The crinkles tended to stay until he could get to a mirror and flatten them out.What did he do now?“What did I do?” Ciel Karhillaz asked.Wimer Aslix lifted up his foot. A slightly, smelly glob of fleshy, green goo was stuck to his $400 Guccis.“How many times have I told you to pick up after yourself?”“Sorry, sorry, . Sometimes I don’t notice.”“Don’t notice. You don’t notice? You leave a fucking chunk of your body and you don’t notice?”Ciel Karhillaz shrugged. “It comes with being a zombie, I guess. Don’t worry, . I’ll clean it up.”There was loud knocking from the door next to Ciel Karhillaz’s.“Shut the hell up,” Bosy shou
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Are You Serious?!
Bosy risked a peek out his curtains. Finally the sun was setting. Summer sucked. Long, long hours of daylight. Yeah, he could go out in it if he had to, like in the morning or evening, and as long as he covered his whole body with SPF-5000 ForVAMPS sunscreen. But never in the afternoon.He paused at the door, located all the occupants in the apartment. The zombie was in the kitchen as always. Alta Presion was in his room. Wimer Aslix was alone. In the living room.Bosy glided there. He stood in the slightly darkened hallway and watched the back of Wimer Aslix’s head. That sweet, melt-in-your-mouth, hopefully-in-your-hand scent assailed his nose. Deep breath.Wimer Aslix heard him. Elf hearing was only second to vampire hearing.He smiled. “Bosy, glad you could join the world of the living.”“I told you, I don’t die when the sun comes up. It just burns my skin.”“I know,” he said and patted the couch next to him. “I’m just teasing.”Bosy sat across from him instead. That close and he m
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Can I Abide?
The next morning, Francel Gumaka was about ready to kill them all. He hoped that by the time the moon was full in one week that sentiment changed. There was something fishy going on with the elf and the vampire. The faerie had insulted him more than once. Shit, the only one he could really stand was the zombie, and he was dead!Francel Gumaka, Wimer Aslix and Ciel Karhillaz sat in the living room. The TV was on, but none were paying attention to it.A key rattled in the lock. The door opened. And not like Alta opened it, but like it opened for him. Carefully, respectfully, like that damn faerie could even make wood and hinges fall in love with him. Alta slipped into the room, followed by three other faeries. All four of them had bright red hair. Alta wore green. Heracles Andra was in red, Hongki in yellow and Tegoshi in blue.To Francel Gumaka’s surprise, there were three human girls with them.“What the hell is this, Pixie?” Wimer Aslix demanded.Alta scoffed. “I’m not a pixie. I’m a
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants How To Vampire
Not smart. Not smart. Not smart.Why the hell did he have to be so hungry all the time? The other zombies said that hunger was normal, but man, he had to eat a meal ten times a day.Francel hyung was out with that cat he had met. And Wimer Aslix wasn’t home. It was still a bit too light for Bosy to come out, but Ciel Karhillaz couldn't wait another hour or so. And Alta had laughed when Ciel Karhillaz had asked him to come with. And he’d refused to ask the fangirls like Alta told him too.Not smart.His stomach growled.Just to the market and back. The market and back.The beat carried his feet. He wore long sleeves and long pants and had thrown a hat on and sunglasses in hopes that the fangirls wouldn’t recognize him. The glasses kept slipping down his nose though.Only a few hundred more steps. He smelled the meat. He wanted to walk faster but, the faster he moved the better chance of his skin falling off. There was a reason why zombies lumbered.He stopped at the door of the market
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants And Your Point Is?
Francel entered the blessedly quiet apartment at about seven the next morning. He sniffed, and then cringed when all other smells were overshadowed by the scent of a cat still lingering on his clothes. Still, he picked out all four of his roommates, though Bosy and Wimer’s were a bit mixed together.Curious, he walked down the hall. They were in Bosy’s room, both sleeping. He smelled fading adrenaline and … blood? No, not blood. It was sweeter than blood, but he couldn’t place it.He showered and washed twice. Athena was an amazing girl, but he really, really didn’t like smelling like a cat. After sliding on sweatpants, he went to the kitchen and started coffee. The faerie, looking amazing as always, came in only moments later.The werewolf looked good in the morning, Alta decided. He took care of his body anyway. Alta admired the muscles down his back and then on his side when he turned. Francel’s muscles might have been better than his.Nope. Nothing a werewolf had could ever be bet
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Can You Sing?
After a moment of shock, Bosy asked, “What do you mean?”“If they want a song about us trying to get along, then we’ll do it our way. Write about what you just said.”“Make sure you put in the line ‘who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?’” Alta said.Francel glared at him. “And that Alta isn’t as perfect as he thinks he is.”“Little puppy.”“Bottom pixie.”Wimer added, “And the vampire wants to suck our blood.”“Just yours,” Alta said.Words started flowing through Bosy’s mind. He turned the papers around and tried to find a pencil. No place to put one when all you’re wearing is sweats.“Here.” Francel tossed him a pen.“I need a pencil,” he said but turned around and started writing papers against the wall.Wimer went to his room and grabbed a pencil from the desk. Everything was quiet as Bosy scribbled.Wimer suddenly realized that Ciel Karhillaz hadn’t said a word. “You okay, Ciel Karhillaz?”He jolted at the sudden attention, and then curled in on himself. “Yeah.”“Liar,” Wimer said. H
The Forgotten Land: The Return of the Giants Can You Sing Part II
Bosy returned. “First, I want to play this for you guys so you know what it sounds like all the way through, though I’ll skip the rapping for now.”Ciel Karhillaz sat in his chair. Wimer Aslix sat in the other. Francel and Alta sat on the couch, once again with Alta’s feet up in Francel’s lap.Bosy played the song through, and then did it again, this time singing the words he’d written. Over the next few hours, the five of them practiced, changed words, and orders of singing, until Ciel Karhillaz broke off during his solo to yawn.It was one am.“Shit,” Francel said. “We should have been in bed hours ago.”“It’s alright, hyung,” Ciel Karhillaz said. “I like to sing, and we sound good.”They all exchanged glances and they all thought the same thing. Ciel Karhillaz was right. They sounded good. Silence fell and it was the first time not one of them felt animosity, irritation or disdain.“Well,” Francel said. He moved Alta’s legs and stood up. “Let’s get to bed. We need to get to the stu
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Fuck With Air
“What?” Bosy asked.“I need some fucking air,” Ken said, tracking Donghae’s movements across the ballroom.“Balcony, out that way,” Bosy said and gestured with his glass. “Leave Hero with me?”Ken scoffed and then pushed Meer up. He took Meer’s hand. He barely managed to smile at the men he passed on his way to the balcony. He kept Donghae in his line of sight, and made sure that Donghae saw him slip outside.The balcony was large, and there were already couples around it, engrossed in each other’s bodies. Ken led Meer to a shadowy nook created by two columns. He held him tightly and took shuddering breaths. “Fuck, this night is just getting fucking worse.”Five minutes passed, and then Donghae appeared in front of them. He lit a cigarette. Ken grabbed his arm, and practically threw him against a column.“Ow, Ken, that hurt,” Donghae said and rubbed his shoulder.“Tell me. Now.”Donghae’s eyes flicked to Meer. “I’d rather not.”“Trust me. It’s alright if he hears.”“I don’t trust slav
Nevermind Part II
Ken frowned, but Meer smiled. Another kiss. “There’s a predator in the form of your best friend coming up on us fast.”Ken sighed and pressed his forehead against Meer’s.“Might Ken!”Ken turned around, keeping Meer pressed against the wall. Bosy wore a black suit, shirt and tie. All five of his slaves flanked him. They all wore tight white pants. Bosy grinned at him. “I didn’t actually think you’d come.”“I had incentive.” And just to piss Bosy off, he asked, “Where’s your wife?”Bosy’s eyes narrowed. “Probably on her back with one of her lovers.”Bosy had done the proper thing. Married a girl, sired an heir, and then set them up in a separate estate. It made Ken sick. He was expected to do the same thing. And before he was thirty.He sighed. “Sorry, Chunnie. I’m in a bad mood.”“You’re in a bad mood? With Hero here? You’re crazy. I came over to get a closer look at him.”“You’ve seen him.”“Not all dressed up,” Bosy said with a leer.Ken shut his eyes briefly and then moved to the s
Nevermind
Ken groaned when something dug into his side.Someone chuckled above him.And then lips pressed against his neck, traveled down his shoulder.“Ken, you have to get up. I already have coffee ready. Don’t you want coffee?”“What time is it?” Ken mumbled.“Eight fifteen.”“Fuck.”“Like I said, you need to wake up.”Ken rubbed his eyes and forced himself to sit up. His whole body hurt. “Fuck,” he said again. He tried vainly to remember what appointments he had today.“Where’s my cell phone?”“Nope. You are not calling in,” Meer said. “Yoona already called when you weren’t there at eight. She told me to remind you about the Choi deal.”Ken shut his eyes and feel back to the bed. “I hate dealing with the Choi’s.”“Do you like dealing with anyone?”Ken opened one eye and grinned. “You.”Meer blushed and looked away.Ken tugged on his arm and Meer let himself be pulled. He curled up against his side. Ken leaned down for a kiss. Meer smiled against Ken’s lips. Ken’s fingers found the hem of Me
Sleep For Life
The guy clicked his tongue at him. “You’re a terrible liar.” The drink arrived and the guy sipped at it. “My name is Aiden.”“Now who’s the liar?”A hand settled on Ken’s thigh. “What if I told you I wanted you to fuck me? Would you think I was lying?”“No, but no thanks.”“Oh, come on. Let me be your angel for the night.”Ken froze, and then shut his eyes in defeat before turning to look at the guy. He smirked and downed his drink.“Come on, Might Michael,” he said, proving he knew exactly who Ken was. “Let me take you to heaven.”Ken let him take his hand. He led him through the club, past drugged out bodies moving to a steady beat. They entered a dark hallway, and as they turned corner after corner, went down a set of stairs and then turned more corners, Ken started getting nervous.Finally, he stopped and opened a door.Ken entered a sparsely furnished room lit by a single bulb. Couch, table, a couple of chairs. As soon as the door shut, the guy was pressed against him, laying bit
I'm Not Ken
God, he hated the Senator’s parties. It was less a dinner and more of an excuse to get drunk, show off and trade slaves.At precisely nine, Yoona buzzed him. “Ken, I’m sorry, but Lee Sungmin refuses to talk to me anymore.”“Patch him through, NaNa.”Ken lost himself in work.At eleven he was considering going home and taking a long lunch. And then Yoona buzzed him again. “Bosy is here to see you.”Ken shut his eyes and sighed. “Send him in, Na.”Bosy sauntered in, once again dragging the tall Doushiten named Justin behind him. Bosy flung the kid onto the floor, and hooked the handcuffs to the arm of the chair.“Hey, Yunnie,” he said.“Bosy. What do I owe the pleasure?”“Just bored, thought I’d visit. I’m going to go use your bathroom.”Ken studied Justin. He didn’t look up, head lowered. More bruises and cuts covered his back and neck and chest.Ken spared the bathroom a glance and then rose. He moved around his desk and sat in the chair. Justin flinched, but didn’t pull away, when Ke
The Senator
They finished the run in silence, Ken contemplating that. It wasn’t until they returned and Meer dropped to the floor to stretch that Ken asked, “Why haven’t you killed me and made a run for it?”Meer had his legs spread, almost in splits. He leaned his upper body to the floor and stretched his arms out. “That would be dishonorable.”“Why?”“Okay, so it wouldn’t be. But it’d be stupid. Because honestly, where am I going to go?” He lifted his legs off the floor, moaning, and Ken had to swallow against a sudden dry mouth. He could only imagine how stretched Meer’s quads were right then.“You’re staring.”“You’re flexible.”“Part of the training.” Meer sat up, winked at him and then lay on the floor. He pressed his hands flat by his head and then pushed his body into an arch. “You should be stretching after a run like that.”“Probably.”He kicked his legs up, effortlessly moving into a handstand. He held it and then bent his knees. He did a couple of pushups and then let his feet fall to
It's Saturday
Meer woke him up at five-thirty.“Fuck, Meer, it’s Saturday.”“I’m sorry, Master. Is there a different time you’d like me to wake you up on Saturdays?”Ken squeezed his eyes shut. “Just later. Eight or nine.”“Very well, Master.”And then it registered. Ken sat up. “Meer?”Meer turned at the door and lowered his head. “Yes, Master?”“Stop it.”“Stop what, Master?”“Stop that. What is wrong with you?”“I don’t know what you mean, Master.”Ken growled, stood up and stalked over to him. “Knock it off.”“If Master would tell—”Ken grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. “Don’t do this, Meer.”“Do what, Master?”Ken pulled him back and then slammed him against the wall again. “Don’t.”“Why not?” That defiant look was back in his eyes. “Because you said so. Master?”Ken sighed. He moved his hands from Meer’s shoulders and then put them against the wall. He let his arms bend until his forearms rested against the wall. Their bodies aligned. Ken let his head fall to one of his a
No Idea
“What?”“Justin. It’s Justin.”“What’s Justin?”“Bosy’s …”“You know Bosy’s new slave?”He nodded. “We were … not friends. More like rivals, I guess.” Meer sighed and sat up. He played with the buttons on Ken’s shirt, not looking him in the eye. “Our families were allies. Our kingdoms shared a border. Justin and I are First Sons, heirs to be king.”Ken gasped.Meer smirked. “I know, right? Hence the irony of life, thing. Anyway. Our rivalry mainly stemmed from our birth status. Technically, we were the same rank, but Justin was a First Child, First Son, and I had eight older sisters. But I am older than he is. It seems stupid now, but then, it mattered a great deal. We competed in fairs and mock battles and for women.”Meer stopped, finally met Ken’s eyes and then climbed off his lap. Ken followed him into the kitchen. “I always mocked him. Told him one day, he’d be my slave and he’d have to wash my feet while I sipped champagne from his family goblets.”When he started making tea, Ke
What's A Justin
“I’m not here for me, Yong. I don’t know if rumors have circulated yet, but I bought a slave and he needs clothes.”The man’s eyes narrowed. “There are stores for—”“Considering his status as my first slave, I decided that he should only have the very best. I can’t have him running around looking like an uncivilized foreigner.”“This is completely unprecedented.”“Yes, I realize that. But I’m sure you can find a way to compensate the inconvenience.”“Of course, Might Ken.” And Ken was certain there’d be a hefty “service charge” on this final bill. “We’d be happy to supply you with everything he needs.”“Thank you, Yong. He needs everything, all the way down to socks and underwear.”He called over a couple of other associates.“Hero, stand up,” Ken said, voice shaking when he said ‘Hero’. Meer stood immediately. One of the others took Meer’s measurements and Yong shouted at the other one to start taking clothes to the dressing room.Ken and Meer locked eyes. Meer had that look again, t