Novels by Mel Dixon

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Tertegun, Jiang Sese tersedak air liurnya dan mulai batuk-batuk. Dia bertanya-tanya apakah telinganya telah mengecewakannya. Dia berkata dengan tidak percaya, "A... apa yang kamu katakan?" Jin Fengchen duduk tegak dan diam, dengan ekspresi yang tidak berubah. Dia mengulangi kata-katanya. "Aku bilang, menikahlah denganku." Dia benar-benar bingung. Mengapa dia tiba-tiba mengucapkan kata-kata menakutkan seperti itu? Selain itu, apa yang dia maksud dengan lamaran spontan ini? "Pak Jin… tolong jangan bercanda. Sama sekali tidak lucu, hahaha." Jiang Sese tertawa datar. Dia menatap lekat-lekat padanya, berharap untuk melihat dari ekspresinya tanda-tanda bukti bahwa dia menggodanya. Sayangnya, tidak ada hal semacam itu sama sekali! "Aku sangat serius," kata Jin Fengchen dengan sungguh-sungguh. Kesedihan memenuhi hati Jiang Sese. Kenapa dia begitu serius tiba-tiba? Mengapa dia mengangkat tonggak kehidupan yang begitu besar sekarang? Mereka baru mengenal satu sama lain selama beberapa hari! Dia

~ Livia CartterEstou movimentando meu corpo de um lado para o outro, sentindo suor escorrer por todo o meu corpo.Eu sempre tive que seguir regras, as quais eu não sinto nenhum pouco de vontade de seguir. Meus pais sempre ditaram o que eu devo ou não fazer, o que eu devo ou não vestir e como eu devo me comporta...Mas sinceramente? Eu me cansei disso, eu já posso decidir as coisas por mim só. Pego mais um copo com um líquido azul, por nome de Curaçau Blue, e viro-o todo em minha boca. Sinto uma ardência mas não me importo, minha intenção é curtir. Vejo Carina dançando com um homem muito bonito, a dança é muito sensual, isso me incomoda um pouco, já que eu nunca estive em um lugar assim, e particularmente, nunca vi algo assim pessoalmente.tenho vinte anos mas sou proibida de fazer tudo o que as pessoas normais fazem... Um mulher de mafioso tem que ser virgem e submissa a ele - isso é o que foi dito para mim, desde da minha infância.

Somehow Tyler went inside, put the shopping away and got into the shower. He was a nervous wreck standing under the spray, but the hot water was soothing. It was a safe spot and he took the time to force himself into his emergency routine. It took longer then he wanted to empty his mind and focus only on the water and his breath. But also a lot less time than he’d feared. The water was still warm when he started to wash.Then he stared down his body and new worries surfaced.Transitioning had always been deeply personal to Tyler. When his body started to match his gender, a lot of the harm he’d done himself ceased. But there were still a lot of scars, a lot of pain, written into his body. Some scars he wore with pride, like those around his nipples to change his chest were important. The stripes on his thighs came from dark times. He’d made peace with them long ago.Between the surgery, hormones and Becky helping him with some muscl

Ryder was true to his word. They decided on a simple pre-made lasagna and garlic bread. as it was the middle of the week, neither relished the idea of going to work with a hang over, so water would be fine to drink. He'd kept his hands mostly to himself, but he hadn't been able to resist small touches when the younger man started to get nervous. A touch to his back, a guiding hand to his elbow. At one point he'd brushed a stray strand of hair out of his eyes.The ride in the elevator had been torture of the best kind. He wasn't sure what sort of after shave Tyler used, but the smell was amazing. He wanted to hold the other man, smother himself in just the scent of him. To keep a full arms width between them was an exercise in patience he was surprised he passed.Tyler didn't invite him in, and Ryder didn't ask. He got the feeling he'd pushed him enough out of his comfort zone that Ryder didn't want to press his luck further."Tomorrow," Tyler confirmed as

Ryder was in the elevator with him, and he wasn't running for the hills. If anything, Tyler thought deliriously, Ryder was trying to help. His voice had dragged Tyler out of his own mind, centering him and easing the attack almost completely. Tyler needed a shower as his body crashed and the adrenaline left his body, leaving him heavy and aching.But Ryder was holding his hand, watching him carefully."The elevator's stopped," he noticed with some surprise. To be completely fair he hadn't even realised it had started."Yes," Ryder let go of his hand, taking a step back. Tyler squashed the feeling of longing that welled up in him. "I went to find out where you were headed, but you needed help first."Tyler couldn't help the embarrassment that swamped him. His anxiety attacks were something he tried to keep private. Very few people had been through one with him. To have Mr Kane, whom he'd spent the last 48 lusting over, be one of those people was mort

“I’m just dropping by,” Ryder looked at himself in the rear view mirror and sighed. Even when talking to himself he looked guilty. He could tell he was lying. Becky would have no trouble at all knowing his ruse was fake.When he was being honest with himself he was snooping. He was trying to meet this boyfriend who Becky couldn’t introduce to him without a barrier of a neighbour. The fact that he hadn’t met someone who was obviously important to her rankled on him, even if it was his own fault she couldn’t.“You’re just going to make it worse,” he told the mirror, even his eyes seemed to accuse him. He was lucky she was having him over for dinner at all. He sat there for a long time, gripping the wheel and letting it go. But he was here now and he’d be damned if he could bring himself to leave.Stepping out of the car, Ryder unfolded his long body, locking the car before jogging towards her

**Author's Notes: Trigger Warning for this chapter, discusses self harm and suicidal thoughts.**Standing in the isle, Tyler looked over the meat that was on special. He liked to cook, even if he only had himself to cook for. It was soothing to start with a handful of ingredients and a little time, and then have a meal at the end of it. With now having to worry about the car expense, Tyler wanted to be extra careful with the food shop.With pork on special he went through the different recipes in his mind before it registered his phone was going off.It rarely rung so he was surprised that the tingling sound was coming from his own pocket. Juggling the basket and the meat into one hand, he dug out the offending machine, smiling apologetically at another shopper as he blindly hit answer, bring it to his ear.“Afternoon, Tyler speaking.” He placed the meat in the basket, reaching for another.“Hey Tracey.”

On the third ring she picked up."What are you up to, loser?"His sister, Becky, always answered her phone the same way when he called. Had since he'd gotten her her first one for her 16th birthday. He decided long ago the words would always make him smile."Nothing much, Numb Nuts. How's work treating you?"Work was a good neutral topic. It was one of the few he could start on the phone and not have to worry about his volatile sister hanging up on him. Like she had one more then one occasion.When their parents had died in the crash ten years ago, Ryder had returned home from university early and stepped into the role of guardian for his baby sister. She wasn't eleven anymore, no more gangly limbs and braces. now she was making her own way and Ryder had the precarious job of trying not to appear like he was looking out for her. It was something she wanted ten years ago, but now appeared to just piss her off.“So bad,” she

Bastian knew he was quite charming. He'd had to charm his way into many a Warlock's library. Warlocks hoarded the written word like leprecorns supposedly hoarded gold. They didn't share well with others. Once Bastian had gone through his family's collection he had had to find others to find out more about the spell woven into him. With no power he had to rely entirely on his ability to talk his way in. He couldn't think how many homes and places he'd worked his way into over the years.Every single one of them was easier to pull information from then the people of Selene. If he wasn't so frustrated he would be impressed. They had 'polite rebuttal' down to an art form. Someone had even offered to drive him to the next town over, and made it seem like it was Bastian doing them a favour. It was masterful, but every time someone dismissed his questions or changed the subject he was even more sure this was where he was supposed to be.The murals helped solidify

Lupin knew something was off in the town as they finished the work for the day. Midday signaled the end of the work they could do, the sun would move beyond the awning lip soon and would make sitting in front of a mostly white wall almost unbearable. Even more so on the day before the full moon. After putting the brushes in some turpentine and covering the supplies with a tarp, Lupin stood, breathing deep. The scent of spring, the fresh paint, even the baking bread from the bakery. Nothing seemed out of place. Yet Lupin was sure something was.After a few moments they sighed, whatever it was, there wasn't a lot of time to dwell on it. Lupin brushed the dust and mess from the long pants they wore, tossing their painting shirt onto the pile of supplies.The strange feeling followed them on their way back home, though, as the Villa came into focus the feeling dissipated to just a light itch at the back of their neck Lupin frowned slightly, pulling thei

Chapter 2 - BastianBastian Black would not consider himself a lucky man. In fact, some days he didn’t feel her hand on him at all. Today was one of those days, but at least he was here. Selene was so small it didn’t appear on many maps and from the people who did know of it, the towns folk liked it that way. No one said they were rude, but they moved travelers on lickity split around these parts. So Bastian knew he’d have to tread lightly when he got in.That said, he wasn’t going anywhere until he got the next piece of his puzzle.The bus driver looked at him dubiously as he shouldered his pack. The old man had told him, in detail, how he was the first person to take the bus all the way up to Selene in all his career. “You’ll have to walk out if you have trouble,” he’d told Bastian frankly at one point. No buses or taxis came up here. The driver would have to make a special trip to get him out on his way through to else where. There would be no sudden

Chapter 1 - LupinThe weather had finally evened out and Lupin White was able to do some of the painting winter had slowed. Spring was their favourite time to work outsideand the winter had been longer then they remembered. As the frosty mornings had eased, Lupin saw more of the town's folk out as well. The older people would stop and critique the work, while just about everyone else would offer a greeting.Lupin was use to this sleepy town. They knew every nook and cranny of it and the forest that bracketed it. The older buildings, those from the colonial days, had been shaped with the help of their hands. Things had certainly changed since then, and Lupin always took the time to ensure the town could have everything they could want. In return they kept their secrets close to the bone.&ld

Once upon a time, the world was a different place. Creatures deemed mythical later in history were much more common place. They would watch humanity, often in amusement. Sometimes with hunger. But most agreed the small, weak creatures needed protection and care. Some of these beings took a through approach, meddling in humanities lives. Giving them fire, showing them how to watch crops or grow beasts for food. Some gave them weapons and watched them slaughter one another.The wolves stayed apart, they kept to their packs and reared their young. No one knows when, but some time the wolves and people became one. The ability to shift between the two forms was at will. They were one being who could take two forms and the pack flourishedin their forest. Time was a fickle beast and the wolves frolickedin the two forms, out lasting many of the other legends with the ability to