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【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Our Story of His Lessons【電子書籍】[ Sonya Contreras ]

＜p＞＜em＞Dear Ones,＜br /＞ Twenty years of Christmas news-letters arranged in descending order.＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞The lessons and my skills in writing have changed over the years, making it embarrassing to remind you of how simple the lessons once were and how rough the writing you endured. But the lessons needed learning and the stories must be told. Not to show what great things we have done, but to show what a great God we serve. It is, after all, His Story, as well as ours. And so, I expose our lives once again to the scrutiny of readers who may not understand why we do what we do, to share those lessons God has taught us of His faithfulness.＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞Because they were originally written as letters with postage considerations, proper punctuation (like new paragraphs for different speakers and topics) was overlooked to condense the writing.＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞These lessons aren’t really about picking up our clothes, or closing the door, if we open the door, or even how to love and get along with other people, although we’ve tried to instill those practices in our boys＜/em＞.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞If there is only one lesson from this book above all others, it’s to know God. If you know God, He will teach lessons essential for you. He will show you the important things, the simple things, His things. He will lead you step-by-step through the simple lessons to the harder to conform you into His image. So that in the end, He can say, “Well done. My good and faithful servant.”＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞Sonya Contreras＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞People ask about the boys, about how we do it, about what it’s like. The yearly letters found here give you a glimpse into those answers.＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞We’ve lived in the foothills of the Sequoias for over eighteen years. Almost half of the boys were born in the house. We’ve set down roots, not only in our garden and with our animals but in our hearts where the land has helped us settle. We share memories on a yearly basis of what God teaches us, thus the chronicles of the Christmas letters.＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞Although the boys, quickly grown to be men, manage most of the happenings, I’m kept busy with laundry and putting food on the table. My husband works hard and travels far every day to provide for our experiments. We homeschool and that keeps them gathered around the homestead most days, unless they help others cut wood, weed-wack, or complete yard work. Sometimes, they may even throw a loop over a cow that needs rounded up.＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞Each one has his own talents. Some specialize in mechanics rather than animal husbandry. They’re relieved when their job at the barn is finished and they can see grease under their fingernails again. Others long for the smell of hay, horses and cows as they milk and evaluate pastures. All enjoy competing in sports where their legs are stretched and their minds are cleared. Each skill pushes them to their potential, and extends my husband and mine as we help them.＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞We are asked what animals we now have. It changes. But chickens, cows, horses, cats and dogs seem to be constant. Pigs, goats, sheep, birds and even guinea pigs have passed through our hands and hearts to leave a lesson from God to teach determination and hope. Busy times, where eight boys learn to be men; men with convictions and courage and skills that will take them into life.＜/em＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜em＞Join me here for the lessons learned from years of life. Lessons of small steps, big hearts, treasured memories and a God Who holds our hands as we walk through it all.＜/em＞＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Crimson Banner: A Story of College Baseball【電子書籍】[ William D. Moffat ]

＜p＞One pleasant evening during the first week in April I left my room in Colver Hall, and started across the campus of Belmont College toward the main street of the town. As I approached the gateway at the entrance to the grounds, I noticed several of the boys sitting upon and around the two large cannons that stood on either side of the gateway, mounted upon their old fashioned iron carriages. These old cannons were landmarks of the college, and dear to the heart of every inmate. Many years before they had been discovered by a rambling party of students in a deserted part of the hilly country about ten miles west of Belmont. It was believed that they had been left there by a section of the army during the war of 1812. However that might be, they were appropriated and dragged home to the college, where they were enthusiastically adopted by the students, and soon became favorite lounging posts. Almost every warm afternoon or evening would find several fellows perched on the old artillery or seated near by, reading, chatting, or singing college songs. Through the deepening twilight I recognized two of my classmates leaning against one of the cannon. “Hello, Miller,” I called out, “where is Tony Larcom?” “Down by the lake, I think,” was the answer. “He was here about twenty minutes ago, and said he was going to the boat house to look after his canoe.” Retracing my steps, I hurried around old Burke Hall, the main building of the college, and crossed the back quadrangle. Then, leaving the circuitous path to the boat house, I struck out on a straight line down through the underbrush toward the shore of the lake. There I stood a moment, close to the dock, looking out over the water. The dusk prevented my seeing further than fifty yards ahead, and in that space no sign of Tony’s boat appeared, so, putting my hands to my mouth, I called out at the top of my voice, “Hello, Tony Larcom!” The cry rang out over the quiet sheet of water, and echoed back from the rugged sides of Mount Bell, which loomed up in the evening sky beyond the lake. Receiving no reply, I repeated my call several times with increasing force. Suddenly a queer chuckling noise sounded almost immediately beside me, and peering through the bushes, I saw the face of Tony Larcom not four feet in front of me. He was seated quietly in his canoe, and with difficulty repressing his laughter.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Life's Little Stage【電子書籍】[ Agnes Giberne ]

＜p＞SOME girls would be glad in your place. "It's just the other way with me." "Not that you have not been happy here. I know you have. Stillーhome is home." "This is my other home." Miss Mordaunt smiled. It was hardly in human nature not to be gratified. "If only I could have stayed two years longer! Or even one year! Father might let me. It's such a horrid bore to have to leave now." "But since no choice is left, you must make the best of things." The two stood facing one another in the bow-window of Miss Mordaunt's pretty drawing-room; tears in the eyes of the elder woman, for hers was a sympathetic nature; no tears in the eyes of the girl, but a sharp ache at her heart. Till the arrival of this morning's post she never quite lost hope, though notice of her removal was given months before. A final appeal, vehemently worded, after the writer's fashion, had lately gone; and the reply was decisive. Many a tussle of wills had taken place during the last four years between these two; and a time was when the pupil indulged in hard thoughts of the kind Principal. But Miss Mordaunt possessed power to win love; and though she found in Magda Royston a difficult subject, she conquered in the end. Out of battling grew strong affectionーhow strong on the side of Magda perhaps neither quite knew until this hour. "There isn't any 'best.' It's just simply horrid." "Still, if you are wanted at home, your duty lies there." "I'm not. That's the thing. Nobody wants me. Mother has Penrose; and father has Merryl; and FripーI mean, Francieーis the family pet. And I come in nowhere. I'm a sort of extraneous atom that can't coalesce with any other atom." A tinge of self-satisfaction crept into the tone. "It's not my fault. Nobody at home needs meーnot one least little bit. And there isn't a person in all the town that I care forーnot one blessed individual!" Miss Mordaunt seated herself on the sofa, drawing the speaker to her side, with a protesting touch. "There isn't. Pen snaps them all up. And if she didn't, it would come to the same thing. I'm not chummy with girlsーnever was. I had a real friend once; but he was a boy; and boys are so different. Ned Fairfax and I were immense chums; but he was years and years older than me; and he went right away when I was only eleven. I've never set eyes on him since, and I don't even know now what has become of him. Only I know we should be friends againーdirectlyーif ever we met! The girls and I get on well enough here, but we're not friends." "Except Beatrice." "Bee is a little dear, and I dote on her; and she worships the ground I tread on. But after allーthough she is more than a year older, she always seems the younger. And I'm much more to her than she is to me. Don't you see? I wouldn't say that to everybody, but it's true. I want something more than that, if it is to satisfy! Bee looks up to me. I want some one that I can look up to."＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Lady from Long Acre【電子書籍】[ Victor Bridges ]

＜p＞Lady Jocelyn sighed gently and put down her cup on the tea-table. "I suppose, Tony," she said, "that when one gets to seventy-two, one's conscience begins to decay just as one's body does. I seem to like good people less and immoral and useless ones more. You are the only member of the family it gives me the faintest pleasure to see nowadays." Sir Antony Raymond Fulk Desmoleyn ConwayーConway Bart., more commonly known as Tony, nodded his head. "They are rather a stuffy lot the others, aren't they!" he answered cheerfully. "Who's been round to see you?" "Only Laura and Henry as yet." Lady Jocelyn spoke with some thankfulness. "Well, that's enough," observed Tony. "Ten minutes with either of them always makes me feel I want to do something improper." "Allowing for age and infirmity," said Lady Jocelyn, "they have a rather similar effect on me." Tony laughed. "So you have heard all about my misdeeds?" "I would hardly go as far as that. They were only here for two hours. You may smoke you know, Tony, if you want to." He lighted a cigarette. "Tell me, Aunt Fanny," he pleaded. "There is no pleasure in blackening the family name unless one hears what the family says about it." "The family," remarked Lady Jocelyn, "has a good deal to say about it. They consider that not only are you wasting your own life in the most deplorable manner, but that your methods of amusing yourself are calculated to bring a certain amount of discredit upon your more distinguished relatives. Henry attributes it chiefly to the demoralizing effect of wealth; Laura thinks that you were born with naturally low tastes." "They're both right," observed Tony placidly. "I am what Guy calls 'a menace to my order.' That's a jolly way for one's secretary to talk to one, isn't it?" "It's the only way dear Guy can talk, and after all I daresay he is telling the truth." "I am sure he is," said Tony. "Guy is quite incapable of telling anything else." He paused. "Was Henry referring to any recent atrocity?" "I think your choice of friends is what distresses him chiefly. He said that your more intimate acquaintances appear to consist of prize-fighters and chauffeurs." Tony laughed good-humouredly. "I do a bit of motor racing, you know. I suppose that's what he meant by chauffeurs. As for prize-fightersーwell, somebody must have been telling him about Bugg." "About what?" inquired Lady Jocelyn mildly. "Bugg," repeated Tony. "'Tiger' Bugg. He's a youthful prot?g? of mineーa boxer. In about three years, when he's grown a bit, he'll be champion of England." Lady Jocelyn's good-humoured face wrinkled up into a whimsical smile. "Dear Tony," she said. "Your conversation is always so stimulating. Tell me some more about Mr. Tiger Bugg. What a name! It sounds like some kind of American butterfly." "Oh, he spells it with two g's," said Tony. "It's a very good name in the East End of London. There have been Buggs in Whitechapel for generations." "So I have always understood," replied Lady Jocelyn. "How did you come across this particular branch of the family?" "It was at a boxing club off the Stepney High Street. It's a blackguard sort of place run by a Jew named Isaacs. He gets in the East End street boys, and they fight each other for nothing in the hope that some boxing promoter will see them and give them a chance. Well, one night when I was there they put up this boy Bugg against a fellow who was big enough to eat himーa chap who knew something about the game, too. Bugg was hammered nearly silly in the first round, but he came up for the second and popped in a left hook bang on the point that put the big chap to sleep for almost ten minutes. It was one of the prettiest things I've ever seen." "It sounds delightful," said Lady Jocelyn.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Dear Soccer【電子書籍】[ Matteo Iuzzolino ]

＜p＞Dear Soccer is a beautiful and creatively presented letter that a young boy writes to soccer to express his gratitude for how soccer has benefitted his life.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Dear Soccer promotes participation in sports by showing boys and girls who are of various races, and limitations benefiting from playing soccer. These images help kids understand that being different is not a barrier for being active.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Dear Soccer also shows how when kids are active in soccer or any activity, they become better people. This demonstration is accomplished by showing how being active helps with:＜/p＞ ＜ol＞ ＜li＞Physical development by helping kids to become healthier and stronger＜/li＞ ＜li＞Mental development by helping kids become happier, improve leadership skills, confidence, work ethic, and learn to deal with depression and life problems＜/li＞ ＜li＞Social development by helping kids to accept people of different cultures and races, learning how to develop and maintain relationships, and how to work in a team and compete against others＜/li＞ ＜/ol＞ ＜p＞Dear Soccer also takes readers on a journey around the world to promote the various ways that the beautiful game of soccer can be enjoyed, and later challenges kids to learn more about soccer and being active by presenting numerous fun word clouds packed with soccer and activity related content kids can explore after reading book to continue their learning and exploration.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Dear Soccer challenges kids and parents to think of other activities they enjoy and to write a letter to their activity, as the author has done, so they can appreciate how being active helps makes them better people. This activity is especially relevant in these times when kids are finding it increasingly challenging to remain active.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Soccer for Life!＜/p＞ ＜p＞Active for Life!＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Wild Adventures Round the Pole: The Cruise of the "Snowbird" Crew in the "Arrandoon"【電子書籍】[ Gordon Stables ]

＜p＞The Twin RiversーA Busy SceneーOld Friends with New FacesーThe Building of the Great ShipーPeople’s OpinionsーRalph’s Highland Home. Wilder scenery there is in abundance in Scotland, but hardly will you find any more picturesquely beautiful than that in which the two great rivers, the Clyde and the Tweed, first begin their journey seawards. It is a classic land, there is poetry in every breath you breathe, the very air seems redolent of romance. Here Coleridge, Scott, and Burns roved. Wilson loved it well, and on yonder hills Hogg, the Bard of Ettrickーhe who “taught the wandering winds to sing”ーfed his flocks. It is a land, too, not only of poetic memories, but one dear to all who can appreciate daring deeds done in a good cause, and who love the name of hero. If the reader saw the rivers we have just named, as they roll their waters majestically into the ocean, the one at Greenock, the other near the quaint old town of Berwick, he would hardly believe that at the commencement of their course they are so small and narrow that ordinary-sized men can step across them, that bare-legged little boys wade through them, and thrust their arms under their green banks, bringing therefrom many a lusty trout. But so it is. Both rise in the same district, within not very many miles of each other, and for a considerable distance they follow the same direction and flow north＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Frank Brown: Sea Apprentice【電子書籍】[ Frank Thomas Bullen ]

＜p＞“My dear boy, you are only feeling what I think most British boys feel at some period of their school days, a longing for an adventurous life, no matter what the outcome of it may be. Of course you can’t see one inch beyond your nose, that’s not to be expected, any more than that you should consider my feelings in the matter. You want to go to sea and that’s enoughーfor you; but, Frank, aren’t your mother and father to be thought of at all? I know of course that sailors are necessary and all that, but what little I know of a sailor’s life and prospects makes me feel that it is the last profession on earth that I should choose for my son, especially after I have impoverished myself to fit you to take your place in the great firm with which I have been honourably connected for the last thirty years. There will always be plenty of youngsters with unhappy homes and neglected education to take up the business of seafaring, boys who have got nothing else to look forward to ashore. But you’re not one of those, are you?” The speaker, Mr. Frank Brown, was a man who occupied a responsible position in the counting-house of a great manufacturing firm in the North of England. Steady, faithful, if humdrum, service had raised him from almost the lowest position in the office to the post he had held for the last twelve years at a salary of 〓500 a year. He was happily married, and had three children, two daughters aged twelve and sixteen respectively, and a son, to whom he was now speaking, who came between them, that is, he was now fourteen; a fine, healthy, and intelligent lad. But while Mr. Brown was almost a model member of that great middle class which, in spite of what sensationalists may say, is in very truth the backbone of our country, his horizon was exceedingly limited by his particular business. Outside of it he was almost densely ignorant of the world’s affairs. All his abilities, and they were undoubtedly high, had been always concentrated upon his duties at the office, and he had been repaid by a life devoid of care and external difficulties. It never even occurred to him what “going to sea” meant for his native land, namely, her existence as a nation. He did not know that there was any difference between the Navy and the Merchant service, only thought of the sailor as a picturesque, careless figure who led a life full of adventure but empty of profit to himself, a rolling stone who could never be expected to gather any moss. And he was a perfect type of many thousands of his class, whom it is impossible not to admire, while bewailing the narrowness of their minds, the restriction of their intellectual boundaries. He had never contemplated the possibility of his son striking out an original line for himself, having in his own mind mapped out that son’s career, and now when in stammering accents and blushing like a girl that son had suddenly announced his determination to “go to sea,” he was filled with dismay. His mental vision showed him a hirsute semi-piratical individual reeking of strong liquors and rank tobacco, full of strange oaths and stranger eccentricities, but entirely lacking in the essential elements of “getting on,” which, to tell the truth, was to Mr. Brown the chief end of man.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Strange Waves【電子書籍】[ Cupido ]

＜p＞There's nothing like fresh air in the mountains, waves lapping against the shore, wind caressing your breast, or water touching your private parts ? especially when with your lover.＜/p＞ ＜p＞This is an erotic short story collection from Cupido. The collection includes the following short stories:＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Out in the open water, the waves are bigger and there many fishermen floating around. That doesn't stop Sarah from sneaking a hand under his shorts." - "'S' As In ?" by Gemini＜/p＞ ＜p＞"She swam to shallow waters and got the surprise of her life when a naked man was laying on top of her dear Espen." - Strange Waves by Para Dox＜/p＞ ＜p＞"The boys were out hiking in the great outdoors when they saw a young, naked couple who thought they were alone." An Afternoon Dip by M, Dr?bak＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Stories from Switzerland【電子書籍】[ Anonymous ]

＜p＞People say that idle folks are good-for-nothing folks: but they might say much more upon the subject. Idleness is a sin against God, and therefore idlers never can be happy; for how can any persons be happy when they are committing sin? Maurice knew this very well, at least his parents had often told him so; but Maurice still continued his sinful habits of idleness, carelessness, and self-indulgence; he very often neglected his duties, and I need not add, that he was very often unhappy. My dear children, you might as easily count the sparks which fly up the chimney, as reckon up the sins and troubles which come from idleness. Maurice had passed several unhappy idle weeks. He did not like to write a copy; he said his lessons were all so hard that he could not learn them; he laid in bed of a morning till obliged to get up; and when his brothers and sisters asked him to do any thing for them, he spoke cross and pushed them away. He was dull, peevish, and discontented; just as idle boys and girls always are. There he is in the picture; he sat for two hours together playing with his keys, rather than learn his lesson, though he wished for a game of play, and knew that he could not be allowed to play till he had repeated it. People generally go on from bad to worse, and the last week was the worst of all. It began badly. On Sunday morning Maurice gave way to a naughty temper, and spoke to his mother in a very improper manner. Instead of praying to God to send away this evil temper, he thought about something else while he repeated his prayer, and ate his breakfast without asking a blessing, just as a little dog would have done. After breakfast he teazed his sisters, and did all he could to hinder them from learning the chapter they were to repeat to their father in the afternoon. He went to church it is true, but he did not attend to any thing that he heard; part of the time he looked about him, and the remainder he sat yawning, and he asked three times when the sermon would be over. I have told my little readers enough about his naughty behaviour; the rest of the day passed much in the same manner, and the rest of the week like the Sunday. I have always found that unless there is “Happy Sunday,” there will not be “a Happy Week.” Thus there was nothing but idleness, quarrelling, disobedience, ill-tempers, and ill-manners; and poor Maurice during this week fully shewed the sinfulness of his heart. His behaviour clearly proved the truth of the text, “His servants ye are whom ye obey;” (Romans vi. 16.) and my readers will recollect that when this text was written the servants were slaves. He had obeyed Satan by his wicked conduct on the Sabbath, and he continued to serve that hard master all the week, with a constant attention to his will that was very dreadful. How much better it would have been to have served the Saviour, “whose yoke is easy and whose burden is light.” His father was very kind, and warned him several times of the consequences of such conduct. On the following Sunday he spoke again to Maurice for a considerable time, telling him how displeasing such conduct was to the Lord.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Never Been Kissed【電子書籍】[ Timothy Janovsky ]

＜p＞＜strong＞Dear (never-been-quite-over-you) Crush,＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞It's been a few years since we were together,＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞but I can't stop thinking about the time we almost...＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Wren Roland has never been kissed, but he wants that movie-perfect ending more than anything. Feeling nostalgic on the eve of his birthday, he sends emails to all the boys he (ahem) loved before he came out. Morning brings the inevitable ＜em＞Oh God What Did I Do?＜/em＞, but he brushes that panic aside. Why stress about it? None of his could-have-beens are actually going to read the emails, much less respond. Right?＜/p＞ ＜p＞Enter Derick Haverford, Wren's #1 pre-coming-out-crush and his drive-in theater's new social media intern. Everyone claims he's coasting on cinematic good looks and his father's connections, but Wren has always known there's much more to Derick than meets the eye. Too bad he doesn't feel the same way about the infamous almost-kiss that once rocked Wren's world.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Whatever. Wren's no longer a closeted teenager; he can survive this. But as their hazy summer becomes consumed with a special project that may just save the struggling drive-in for good, Wren and Derick are drawn ever-closer…and maybe, finally, Wren's dream of a perfect-kiss-before-the-credits is within reach.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞A feel-good summer LGBTQIA+ New Adult RomCom, perfect for fans of ＜em＞Red White & Royal Blue＜/em＞, ＜em＞Boyfriend Material＜/em＞, and ＜em＞What If It's Us＜/em＞.＜/strong＞＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】There'll be Hell to Pay (Hellcat Series Book 6)【電子書籍】[ Sharon Hannaford ]

＜p＞THIS TIME IT’S PERSONAL＜/p＞ ＜p＞Just a few months ago Gabi thought her life was damn near perfect. She could never have imagined that meeting one man would spark a chain of events that would change everything. The only resemblance to her previous life is her relentless hunt for supernatural criminals. Right now, her world has narrowed to two points of focus; co-leading the newly formed Special Investigations Department alongside Julius, her Master Vampire Consort, and searching for the traitorous Vampire Caspian and his pregnant Dark Magus cohort, Mariska. Catching up with friends and making peace with her mother are also on her agenda for the week, but life may just have other plans.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Even the most rookie supernatural investigator would figure out that things aren’t going well for the Magi of the City, but the High Council is maintaining its silence and remaining distant from the other races. The safety and security of the City’s population is falling ever more heavily on the shoulders of the fledgling Werewolf Alliance, leaving Kyle, Trish and the other Pack Alphas to handle a rising influx of demons committed to infiltrating the City and wreaking havoc.＜/p＞ ＜p＞There are many scenarios that keep Gabi from her sleep, and when one of those concerns becomes a sickening reality, it rocks her to the core. Taking one of those most dear to her is a dangerous game, one that few would play, knowing what she and Julius are capable of. The list of suspects is short and the guilty party soon shows their hand, but is this all just a ruse and what could they hope to accomplish by riling up such powerful enemies?＜/p＞ ＜p＞There is no rest for the team as, with one emergency over, they are handed a scrap of information that will ultimately lead them straight to Caspian and Mariska. But are they truly ready for the final standoff?＜/p＞ ＜p＞Who will make the ultimate sacrifice and how will the rest deal with the repercussions of an ancient prophesy that culminates in the birth of Mariska’s twin children?＜/p＞ ＜p＞This is the nail-biting conclusion to the Hellcat Series.＜br /＞ Buckle up boys and girls - there’s turbulence ahead.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Josh's Comet【電子書籍】[ SP McGiff ]

＜p＞The New Boy＜br /＞ Josh Foley was to discover that starting at a new school mid-term was the least of his worries. Even his getting on the wrong side of the school bullies, and his first ever kiss with his classmate (Rachel Burke) were soon to be surpassed by even more startling events.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The Trip of a Life Time＜br /＞ Josh has joined his class in time to travel on a school tour to Newgrange's world famous Megalithic Tomb during the Winter Solstice. It's also timed to coincide with a solar eclipse. Josh nearly falls into the clutches of two bullies during the eclipse, but sidesteps them by entering the empty tomb. While hiding in the tomb's chamber Brogan's comet passes over the moon while the eclipse is in totality.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Light passing through the comet that lights up the Tomb's chamber, triggering Josh's journey to another world.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Dust from deep within the cracks overhead started to rain down, and I felt as if my stomach was trying to inch its way up and out my body.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Sabrewolf Raid＜br /＞ As Josh exits into a grassy field on a summer's day, the first fluttering of anxiousness gives way to full blown panic. Josh is greeted by an aged woman, Regina Oerlass, whom we soon discover has her own problems.＜/p＞ ＜p＞'Ah, the portal to Caveworld has opened up again, I see. Are you hungry, young Maji?'＜/p＞ ＜p＞Regina, a powerful Sorceress & Alchemist, had been held prisoner by Lord Grishound＜/p＞ ＜p＞Regina and Josh discuss his predicament and are almost surprised by three Sabrewolves.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The Sentient Forrest＜br /＞ Regina needs to confer with the Crystal Queen, and suspects Josh will also benefit from her counsel. But first they need to travel through a dense forest so thickly covered that no light will penetrate to the forest floor. Regina obliges by removing her cloak, which floats around them and illuminates their path.＜br /＞ 'Wow! Is that Magic?'.＜br /＞ 'MAGIC?!? My dear, Josh. Magic is the tricks and slight of hand you expect at a birthday or Crystaleve party.＜br /＞ They are not long in the forest when Josh suggests that non-Maji folk could light fires to help them see their way. The utterance of the word fire causes an unseen commotion. Josh is surprised to learn that the trees don't like to hear the word fire.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Before their journey is over Josh blurts out the word fire once more…＜/p＞ ＜p＞An Audience with the Crystal Queen＜/p＞ ＜p＞Josh and Regina are told that Lord Grishound has damaged the balance between Man/Nature/Maji.＜/p＞ ＜p＞To make matters worse and hastening the imbalance, Grishound has stolen the Trimajiion ? Three Majikal treasures in the safe keeping of the Crystal Queen and her daughters. There loss will accelerate the end of all Maji in Regina's world.＜/p＞ ＜p＞The only way to Travel＜br /＞ …＜/p＞ ＜p＞The Baengore's Cave＜/p＞ ＜p＞They discover that Grishound has hired a rival Sorcerer to place a spell on the cave's entrance, prohibiting any Maji to pass.＜/p＞ ＜p＞'What's so Majikal about your shoes?'＜br /＞ 'You wont catch me having smelly feet, I can tell you!' Unfortunately, as a Sorceress even my fingernails have maji in them.'＜/p＞ ＜p＞Josh enters alone…＜/p＞ ＜p＞The Maji of Josh's World＜/p＞ ＜p＞…＜/p＞ ＜p＞A Brief Journey Home＜/p＞ ＜p＞…＜/p＞ ＜p＞The Trimajiion is Complete＜/p＞ ＜p＞… and have to pass through the land of the fierce and insatiably hungry Gooners.＜/p＞ ＜p＞'A Cookbook on dragons? That's disgusting!'＜br /＞ 'I find the twenty-three books they've written on how to cook humans to be far more disturbing. I believe they've dedicated one book entirely to the cooking of thirteen year old boys.'＜/p＞ ＜p＞Through circumstances, Josh has to retrieve the two remaining Maji objects ? but they need to get past the insatiable Gooners first and their unsavoury singing!＜/p＞ ＜p＞Cut 'em up. Slice 'em up. Dip 'em in sauce.＜br /＞ In a hurry eat 'em raw or cook 'em brown with curry＜br /＞ Raid the larder, find the sugar an' have 'em for dessert＜br /＞ Tea and biscuits have their place, but th...＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Cash & Carry Mayfield Mystery Series, #4【電子書籍】[ Jerusha Jones ]

＜p＞Nora Ingram-Sheldon's family history is coming back to haunt herーin the form of threatening mob enforcers and extortion, putting all she holds dear in peril. Turns out her connections with organized crime aren't just complements of her marriage to Skip Sheldon. Her father may also have a dark past. But since Alzheimer's prevents him from helping his only daughter, Nora has to scan her own memories.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Does she know the mobster who has her in his sights? How will she compete with a ruthless man whose heavy-handed tactics have garnered power over the farthest stretches of societyーfrom the lowest, back-alley gambling joints to the upper crust of politicians and wealthy philanthropists?＜/p＞ ＜p＞And can she protect the growing number of castaway boys sheltered on her remote Mayfield poor farm property?＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Half a Dozen Boys: An Every-day Story【電子書籍】[ Anna Chapin Ray ]

＜p＞A cold, dreary November rain was driving against the windows, and the heavy, dull drops chased one another down the glass. Within the room all was bright and warm, with a cheerful fire in the grate. The double parlors were richly and tastefully furnished, yet they were far from attractive, for their very elegance made more noticeable their lack of homelike cosiness. No pets were ever allowed to invade their sanctity, no work-basket of mending ever encumbered one of their tables. The very books and papers were always carefully returned to their accustomed places, though they were to be taken up again ten minutes later. The glowing coals shone on only one object in any way suggestive that the room was ever entered except to sweep and dust it. In the back parlor a low, broad sofa was drawn up before the fire, and on it lay a boy of twelve, so quiet that one coming suddenly into the room might have fancied him sleeping. But with a sudden weary sigh he turned his head on the pillow, and pulled the gay afghan more closely around his shoulders, dropping, as he did so, two or three chocolate creams left from some previous feast. "Oh, dear!" he said, half aloud, half to himself, "mother'll scold if those get smashed on the carpet." And, slowly getting down on the floor, he felt carefully about, evidently trying to find the missing candy, which lay, plainly visible, near the fender. At last his hand touched it, and, putting it on a table that stood close to the sofa, loaded with fruit, flowers, and candy, he impatiently threw himself down and covered himself again. He was a handsome boy, with his light brown hair, swarthy skin, and great, dreamy, brown eyes; but his dark skin had no flush of health, and the beautiful eyes had a vacant, blank look, while the boy face wore a fretful, discontented expression, rarely seen in one so young. This was Fred Allen, who, ten months before, had been a leading spirit among the lads of his age. Bright, frank, and full of fun, though rather quick-tempered and imperious, his friends had bowed before him, both for his skill in all the field games so dear to boyish hearts, and for the ease with which he kept at the head of his classes in school. Equally devoted to his baseball bat and his books, petted by his teacher, and adored by his boy friends, Fred was in a fair way to become spoiled and headstrong. Just at this time a prize was offered to his class for the best set of examinations, and Fred worked early and late over his lessons, that the prize might be his. It was a proud and happy moment for him when, after the teacher had announced that the prize was awarded to Frederic Hunter Allen, for general excellence in his studies, a boy voice called out: "Three cheers for Fred Allen," and the cheers were given with a will.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Seal’s Undivorce - BWWM Military Navy SEAL Romance【電子書籍】[ a.isobel ]

＜p＞Jacob Sanders arrives home from a heartbreaking deployment to find a love letter from his estranged wife. A package of divorce papers in his in box. Clearly the mother of his five children has decided to move on.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Danika Sanders has gotten her groove back. After a long bout of postpartum depression that started somewhere between the birth of her now three year twins and her new four month old daughter, she has picked herself up and thinks herself ready to finally deal with her alpha SEAL husband.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Wrong and wrong.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Jacob and Danika have a lot to learn about themselves and each other before they can either reunite or release each other. A secret baby, five boys, Jacob's raw jealousy and Danika's hot gay maid all conspire against the thinning threads of their passionate marriage. Will an unexpected shooter put an end to all they hold dear, or tie those threads together so they have a saving knot to hold onto?＜/p＞ ＜p＞*** Standalone short story, no cliffhangers. ***＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】By Sheer Pluck: A Tale of the Ashanti War【電子書籍】[ George Alfred Henty ]

＜p＞Now, Hargate, what a fellow you are! I've been looking for you everywhere. Don't you know it's the House against the Town boys. It's lucky that the Town have got the first innings; they began a quarter of an hour ago. "How tiresome!" Frank Hargate said. "I was watching a most interesting thing here. Don't you see this little chaffinch nest in the bush, with a newly hatched brood. There was a small black snake threatening the nest, and the mother was defending it with quivering wings and open beak. I never saw a prettier thing. I sat quite still and neither of them seemed to notice me. Of course I should have interfered if I had seen the snake getting the best of it. When you came running up like a cart horse, the snake glided away in the grass, and the bird flew off. Oh, dear! I am sorry. I had forgotten all about the match." "I never saw such a fellow as you are, Hargate. Here's the opening match of the season, and you, who are one of our best bats, poking about after birds and snakes. Come along; Thompson sent me and two or three other fellows off in all directions to find you. We shall be half out before you're back. Wilson took James's wicket the first ball." Frank Hargate leaped to his feet, and, laying aside for the present all thoughts of his favorite pursuit, started off at a run to the playing field. His arrival there was greeted with a mingled chorus of welcome and indignation. Frank Hargate was, next to Thompson the captain of the Town eleven, the best bat among the home boarders. He played a steady rather than a brilliant game, and was noted as a good sturdy sticker. Had he been there, Thompson would have put him in at first, in order to break the bowling of the House team. As it was, misfortunes had come rapidly. Ruthven and Handcock were bowling splendidly, and none of the Town boys were making any stand against them. Thompson himself had gone in when the fourth wicket fell, and was still in, although two wickets had since fallen, for only four runs, and the seventh wicket fell just as Frank arrived, panting, on the ground.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Adventurer【電子書籍】[ Cyril M. Kornbluth ]

＜p＞THE EARLY DAYS In a general way, I cannot remember that our life as boys differed in any essential from that of Other boys. My brother went to the Episcopal Academy and his weekly report never failed to fill the whole house with an impenetrable gloom and ever-increasing fears as to the possibilities of his future. At school and at college Richard was, to say the least, an indifferent student. And what made this undeniable fact so annoying, particularly to his teachers, was that morally he stood so very high. To "crib," to lie, or in any way to cheat or to do any unworthy act was, I believe, quite beyond his understanding. Therefore, while his constant lack of interest in his studies goaded his teachers to despair, when it came to a question of stamping out wrongdoing on the part of the student body he was invariably found aligned on the side of the faculty. Not that Richard in any way resembled a prig or was even, so far as I know, ever so considered by the most reprehensible of his fellow students. He was altogether too red-blooded for that, and I believe the students whom he antagonized rather admired his chivalric point of honor even if they failed to imitate it. As a schoolboy he was aggressive, radical, outspoken, fearless, usually of the opposition and, indeed, often the sole member of his own party. Among the students at the several schools he attended he had but few intimate friends; but of the various little groups of which he happened to be a member his aggressiveness and his imagination usually made him the leader. As far back as I can remember, Richard was always starting somethingーusually a new club or a violent reform movement. And in school or college, as in all the Other walks of life, the reformer must, of necessity, lead a somewhat tempestuous, if happy, existence. The following letter, written to his father when Richard was a student at Swarthmore, and about fifteen, will give an idea of his conception of the ethics in the case: SWARTHMOREー1880. DEAR PAPA: I am quite on the Potomac. I with all the boys at our table were called up, there is seven of us, before Prex. for stealing sugar-bowls and things off the table. All the youths said, "O President, I didn't do it." When it came my turn I merely smiled gravely, and he passed on to the last. Then he said, "The only boy that doesn't deny it is Davis. Davis, you are excused. I wish to talk to the rest of them." That all goes to show he can be a gentleman if he would only try. I am a natural born philosopher so I thought this idea is too idiotic for me to converse about so I recommend silence and I also argued that to deny you must necessarily be accused and to be accused of stealing would of course cause me to bid Prex. good-by, so the only way was, taking these two considerations with each Other, to deny nothing but let the good-natured old duffer see how silly it was by retaining a placid silence and so crushing his base but thoughtless behavior and machinations. DICK＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Brown Fairy Book【電子書籍】[ Andrew Lang ]

＜p＞The stories in this Fairy Book come from all quarters of the world. For example, the adventures of ‘Ball-Carrier and the Bad One’ are told by Red Indian grandmothers to Red Indian children who never go to school, nor see pen and ink. ‘The Bunyip’ is known to even more uneducated little ones, running about with no clothes at all in the bush, in Australia. You may see photographs of these merry little black fellows before their troubles begin, in ‘Northern Races of Central Australia,’ by Messrs. Spencer and Gillen. They have no lessons except in tracking and catching birds, beasts, fishes, lizards, and snakes, all of which they eat. But when they grow up to be big boys and girls, they are cruelly cut about with stone knives and frightened with sham bogiesー‘all for their good’ their parents sayーand I think they would rather go to school, if they had their choice, and take their chance of being birched and bullied. However, many boys might think it better fun to begin to learn hunting as soon as they can walk. Other stories, like ‘The Sacred Milk of Koumongo?,’ come from the Kaffirs in Africa, whose dear papas are not so poor as those in Australia, but have plenty of cattle and milk, and good mealies to eat, and live in houses like very big bee-hives, and wear clothes of a sort, though not very like our own. ‘Pivi and Kabo’ is a tale from the brown people in the island of New Caledonia, where a boy is never allowed to speak to or even look at his own sisters; nobody knows why, so curious are the manners of this remote island. The story shows the advantages of good manners and pleasant behaviour; and the natives do not now cook and eat each other, but live on fish, vegetables, pork, and chickens, and dwell in houses. ‘What the Rose did to the Cypress’ is a story from Persia, where the people, of course, are civilised, and much like those of whom you read in ‘The Arabian Nights.’ Then there are tales like ‘The Fox and the Lapp’ from the very north of Europe, where it is dark for half the year and daylight for the other half. The Lapps are a people not fond of soap and water, and very much given to art magic. Then there are tales from India, told to Major Campbell, who wrote them out, by Hindoos; these stories are ‘Wali D?d the Simple-hearted,’ and ‘The King who would be Stronger than Fate,’ but was not so clever as his daughter. From Brazil, in South America, comes ‘The Tortoise and the Mischievous Monkey,’ with the adventures of other animals. Other tales are told in various parts of Europe, and in many languages; but all people, black, white, brown, red, and yellow, are like each other when they tell stories; for these are meant for children, who like the same sort of thing, whether they go to school and wear clothes, or, on the other hand, wear skins of beasts, or even nothing at all, and live on grubs and lizards and hawks and crows and serpents, like the little Australian blacks.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Dear Kiddo: 20 Inspiring and Motivational Stories about Inner Strength for Boys age 3 to 8 Dear Kiddo - Motivational Books For The Boy Child, #5【電子書籍】[ Blume Potter ]

＜p＞＜strong＞Unlock the Hidden Power in Every Boy!＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Are you ready to inspire the young boys in your life with stories that build character, courage, and inner strength?＜/p＞ ＜p＞"Dear Kiddo: 20 Inspiring and Motivational Stories about Inner Strength for Boys age 3 to 8" is not just a bookーit's a journey of self-discovery and empowerment that every child needs.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞For Parents and Guardians:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Imagine giving your boy child the gift of resilience and self-confidence.＜/p＞ ＜p＞This book is a treasure trove of lessons that will help your little ones navigate the ups and downs of growing up. It's more than a collection of tales; it's a toolkit for life, designed to instill values that will last a lifetime.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞For Young Readers:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Dive into adventures that are filled with fun, excitement, and valuable life lessons. Each story is a captivating blend of humor, emotion, and wisdom, perfectly crafted to hold the attention of young minds and hearts.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Sneak Peek Inside:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜ul＞ ＜li＞Timmy's Giant Slide: Watch as Timmy conquers his fear of heights, showing that true bravery means taking the first step.＜/li＞ ＜li＞Sammy and the Lost Puppy: Follow Sammy's heartfelt journey to find a lost puppy, teaching the importance of kindness and perseverance.＜/li＞ ＜li＞Eli's Big Bake-Off: Join Eli as he overcomes self-doubt in a baking competition, learning that believing in yourself is the first ingredient to success.＜/li＞ ＜li＞Wally's Kite Adventure: Experience the thrill with Wally as he learns to control his kite and his fears, showing that sometimes, you have to let go to soar high.＜/li＞ ＜/ul＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Transformation Awaits:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Each of these 20 stories is designed to spark a transformation in young readers, helping them discover their inner strength, build resilience, and develop a positive self-image. Your child will learn to face challenges with courage, embrace their unique qualities, and understand the power of empathy and kindness.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Don't miss out on the opportunity to enrich your child's life with these powerful stories. "Dear Kiddo: 20 Inspiring and Motivational Stories about Inner Strength for Boys age 3 to 8" is the perfect gift for birthdays, holidays, or just because. It's time to invest in their futureーgrab your copy today and watch your little hero's confidence and character blossom!＜/p＞ ＜p＞Order now and embark on a heartwarming journey that will inspire and motivate your child to be the best they can be.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Get a copy of "Dear Kiddo: 20 Inspiring and Motivational Stories about Inner Strength for Boys age 3 to 8" and start the adventure today!＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Boy Runners and the Deargbeith?och【電子書籍】[ Gil Hardwick ]

＜p＞In this young adult neopagan supernatural fantasy rewrite of Edmund Spenser’s Elizabethan poem 'The Faerie Queene', nine young Irish boys in 11th Century Leinster were made precocious through elven magic, and trained as message runners.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Six of the boys were captured as pixies and held in iron cages to be tormented and tortured to death by a ravaging crowd driven to frenzy by a fey terror, leaving three survivors to recapture the blatant Deargbeith?och, the Dread Beast of 1,000 tongues.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Not all goes to plan. They keep making mistakes. If they fail in their sworn task they are doomed to eternal servitude to the fell sprite Oilill Sceolan, known as Al-il, errant page to Artegal and Caelia, high king and queen of the ancient Tuatha D? Danann, in their throne room beneath the great towering rock, S?dhe Creig.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Kinky College: Deep Throat Memorial Week - Chapters 05-08【電子書籍】[ Broken Arrow ]

＜p＞It’s Deep Throat Memorial Week and women have to make their mouths and throats available for men to use!＜/p＞ ＜p＞Deep Throat Memorial Week follows right on the tails of Surprise Anal Sex Week and is a week-long celebration of the efforts of one CIA agent who released top secret information that changed the world.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Chapter 05:＜/p＞ ＜p＞Yui Fukuda, a petite 4'2" Japanese exchange student, has never even kissed a man before. However, that didn't excuse her from her responsibilities during Surprise Anal Sex Week and it won't stop men from using her pretty, petite face during Deep Throat Memorial Week either.＜br /＞ She wonders if she'll ever have a romantic first kiss, even while she's got a thick rod invading her throat and a deft tongue working her twitching asshole.＜br /＞ Will she only ever be able to get attention from men during special event weeks? Will she ever become as comfortable with introducing herself to crushes as she is with taking a load of cum to the face?＜/p＞ ＜p＞Chapter 06:＜/p＞ ＜p＞Sara ("Supermodel" Sara) is finally recovering from all the use her ass had during Surprise Anal Sex Week. Paul lets her know that he wants her little sister, Anna, to move in with them.＜br /＞ As he fucks her mouth, to celebrate the special event week, she comes to terms with the coming changes to her life. Will she really accept her little sister into her and her boyfriend's bed on a permanent basis?＜br /＞ After Paul leaves to talk to Anna, she thinks she might get a break, but what's this man doing to her ass while he fucks her throat?＜/p＞ ＜p＞Chapter 07:＜/p＞ ＜p＞Molly Debrier, the hot, 38-year-old, Psychology instructor with a slender jogger's body who was the guest of Dormitory D for the last half of Surprise Anal Sex Week is still their guest for Deep Throat Memorial Week. At least this time around she has a friend to help keep the young men satisfied.＜br /＞ Will she be able to get over her anger at Abigail for handing her over to the dorm boys in order to get a little rest for herself? Will she ever understand why there's a part of her that will miss being the guest of Dorm D when the week is over? What is Abby suggesting while laying on her back and licking her thick lips?＜/p＞ ＜p＞Chapter 08:＜/p＞ ＜p＞Viera Williams is adjusting to life at the college, now that the faculty and staff are included in the special event weeks. She has her regrets, but she's learning to enjoy her life as it is.＜br /＞ She finds out that a colleague hasn't taken advantage of the special event weeks at all and decides to show him what he's been missing. He's much older, but she finds out he can be vigorous and strong.＜br /＞ Will she convince him to take the special even weeks more seriously? Will her mouth and throat be enough to change this curmudgeon's mind?＜br /＞ It looks like one of his pupils sure hopes so!＜/p＞ ＜p＞~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~＜/p＞ ＜p＞To my dear, kinky, perverted, wonderful readers,＜br /＞ Kinky College: Deep Throat Memorial Week is being written and published in serial format with roughly four chapters per release. This allows the author, Broken Arrow, to continue releasing new material for readers who want the new chapters as soon as possible.＜br /＞ Once the full book is written, it will be compiled both in digital and on-demand physical versions. The four-chapter releases will only be available in digital format.＜br /＞ Readers may choose to purchase each release, wait until they are complete and compiled, or do both. There may be some minor changes to the final, compiled version, but there should be no major changes. Nor do I intend to have material that only appears in one version or the other.＜br /＞ Your wicked author,＜br /＞ Broken Arrow＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Summary of Jenn Granneman's The Secret Lives of Introverts【電子書籍】[ ? Everest Media ]

＜p＞Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Sample Book Insights: #1 I was in sixth grade when I was recruited into a close friend group with three other girls. We spent hours talking about boys and our dreams, and I thought I was just one of the girls. But deep down, I felt different. #2 I had a difficult time participating in group activities as an adult. I was too different from my classmates and in-laws, who were all extroverts. I was broken, and I had to be. #3 I had to learn about my introversion, and stop trying to be an extrovert. I began to like myself as I embraced my introversion and stopped trying to pretend to be an extrovert. #4 I am the founder of Introvert, Dear, an online community for introverts. I never set out to be an advocate for introverts, but once I started writing about myself and my experiences, I was able to connect with other introverts and feel less self-conscious about my weird ways.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Joseph Schmoe, The Reluctant Vampire (A Tale of Bloody Melancholy)【電子書籍】[ Pierce Nahigyan ]

＜p＞Joseph is a very old vampire, or at least old by vampire standards. He doesn't play the part of the gothic undead, he doesn't revel in his bloody damnation. He just exists, and very uncomfortably. When a hip young bloodsucker starts calling for a "Red Revolution," Joseph is happy to stay out of it. But the youth's insistence that Joseph join him carries with it a none-too-subtle threat: If Joe doesn't get with the program, his undead days are numbered.＜/p＞ ＜p＞In this tale of macabre melancholy, Joseph remembers the wicked betrayal that transformed him from a man into a beast. It's been more than a century since he was mortal, but a hundred years of lonely nights have not solved his existential crisis.＜/p＞ ＜p＞~~~ Excerpt ~~~＜/p＞ ＜p＞Joseph looked dumbly at his hands. He was dressed in a sheet, his skin was pale and his hair was plastered to his face. “Where are my clothes?” he asked.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“The clothes I gave you have been disposed of. They were old, in any case.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞Joseph smiled despite himself. His eyes peered down into his hands. He could now see the tiny granules of soot and dirt hiding between the crevices of his palms, and when he curled his fingers he did not understand the glassy resilience of his fingernails. “What happened to me?”＜/p＞ ＜p＞Bevan shifted in his chair. “You were duped,” he said.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“‘Duped?’” Joseph repeated, incredulous. “I was destroyed,” he growled, feeling the ghosts of pain flit down his back.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“More than you know,” the old man said. He leaned forward and put his hands together, fixing Joseph in his gray-eyed gaze. “Your presence here proves that you were unwilling to die when death came for you. You have no doubt felt the cold presence settling upon your head. So, whether your beliefs sustain such a statement as I am about to make or not, you must accept it, or face a second death.” Bevan swallowed, and for a moment he looked pathetically old. “You are a vampire, Joseph.” He gave a cracked, awkward smile. “You have heard the legends, no doubt.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞Joseph gazed levelly at the old man. Conjectures rose up within him, contradictions, then a cold, obstinate belief that transcended thought. Reflexively, he spun his wedding band about his finger. Without his wife, without any bearing upon the life that he had lived, how could such a thing be untrue? Nothing of Joseph’s world remained with him. Nothing to cling to or cradle. Could fate be so twisted, he thought with a bittersweet smile, that he would not only be denied Emily, but his humanity as well? He stared at Bevan, not saying a word. So be it, if it were true. Reality vanished within the cloud of bubbles that stole him from his family.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“My boys could not kill you outright, though Morgan surely intended to make you a meal,” Bevan said. “Yet I put you under my protection, Joseph, which may have been your undoing. For that, I apologize. I should have allowed the boys to murder you in the forest, but I was unwilling to let such a foul act be committed before me. Yet I did not kill you, and I did not seek to have you killed. I wanted you away from my castle, to flee back to the rest of your life.” Bevan bit down on the first knuckle of his fist. “This did not sit well with the boys, who do not remember??or perhaps never knew??what it was to be human.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“You left me with them,” Joseph said.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“They promised me??”＜/p＞ ＜p＞“The promise of monsters?” Joseph spat. But why was he angry? The thing had been done. He sighed, and fell back against the aged chair. The chair squealed back.＜/p＞ ＜p＞“You will say I am a neglectful parent, too, then? Yes… I should not have left you alone. But. You do not know the hunger, Joseph. And you will. Dear Christ, you will. Or perish.”＜/p＞ ＜p＞Joseph frowned. “Why was this done to me?”＜/p＞ ＜p＞Bevan barked a wicked laugh. “Oh, young man, that question will never be answered to your satisfaction. But, as to why you are now a monster like me and no longer a man, when Morgan realized that he could not kill you outright, he sought to transform you into the thing I hate the most.”＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Dear Kiddo: 20 Inspiring and Motivational Stories about Self-Esteem for Boys age 3 to 8 Dear Kiddo - Motivational Books For The Boy Child, #4【電子書籍】[ Blume Potter ]

＜p＞＜strong＞Unlock the Hero Within: A Journey to Confidence and Courage＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞Are you ready to embark on an enchanting adventure that will transform your little boy into a confident, self-assured hero? "Dear Kiddo: 20 Inspiring and Motivational Stories about Self-Esteem for Boys age 3 to 8" is not just a bookーit's a treasure trove of wisdom, laughter, and life lessons, tailor-made for your young adventurer.＜/p＞ ＜p＞As a parent, grandparent, or guardian, you understand the critical role self-esteem plays in a boy child's development. This captivating collection of stories is your secret weapon to instill confidence, resilience, and a positive self-image in your boy. These stories are designed to spark meaningful conversations and provide teachable moments that will echo throughout your child's life.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Each tale in "Dear Kiddo: 20 Inspiring and Motivational Stories about Self-Esteem for Boys age 3 to 8" is a magical journey, featuring relatable characters and situations that will resonate with your young one. From navigating the excitement of school talent shows to discovering the joy of unique personal expression, these stories are packed with humor, adventure, and heartfelt lessons.＜/p＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Tease of the Adventures Awaiting:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜ul＞ ＜li＞Tommy's Tower of Triumph: Watch as Tommy's persistence turns a stack of blocks into a soaring tower, teaching him that determination pays off.＜/li＞ ＜li＞Charlie's Colorful Scarf: Join Charlie as he embraces his quirky sense of style, learning that being different is something to celebrate.＜/li＞ ＜li＞Riley's Robot Repair: Follow Riley into his bedroom workshop, where a broken toy robot becomes an opportunity for creativity and problem-solving.＜/li＞ ＜li＞Peter's Pancake Day: Laugh along with Peter as he flips pancakes into fun shapes, showing that confidence can turn any challenge into a joy.＜/li＞ ＜/ul＞ ＜p＞＜strong＞Transformations Await:＜/strong＞＜/p＞ ＜p＞By the end of this enchanting book, your boy will see himself as the hero of his own story. He will gain the courage to face new challenges, the confidence to express his true self, and the resilience to bounce back from setbacks. "Dear Kiddo: 20 Inspiring and Motivational Stories about Self-Esteem for Boys age 3 to 8" is more than just a bookーit's a journey to becoming the best version of oneself.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Don't miss out on this must-have addition to your child's library. Give your little hero the gift of confidence and self-esteem that will last a lifetime. Click the link to get a copy of "Dear Kiddo: 20 Inspiring and Motivational Stories about Self-Esteem for Boys age 3 to 8" today, and start your child's journey to greatness!＜/p＞ ＜p＞Get a copy of this book and watch your boy transform into the confident, courageous hero he's meant to be!＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Pioneer Boys of the Yellowstone: Lost in the Land of Wonders【電子書籍】[ St. George Henry Rathborne ]

＜p＞“I think we have gone far enough from the camp, Roger.” “Just as you say, Dick. I never seem to know when to stop, once I get started.” “And it’s easy to start you, too. That was why the boys, back at the settlement of St. Louis, came to call you ‘Headstrong Roger.’” “Well, Dick, I hope to outgrow that fault in time. You know my father was the same way, when he and Uncle Bob used to hunt and trap and fish on the Ohio River, and later along the Mississippi.” “It seems hard to believe, Roger, that we are so far from our homes. Sometimes I shut my eyes and can picture all the dear ones againーfather,mother, and my younger brother, Sam.” “Yes, but here we are, hundreds and hundreds of miles from them, and in the heart of the Western wilderness,” said the boy who had been called Roger; “and planning to spend the coming winter with our good friends Captain Lewis and Captain Clark.” “Sometimes,” remarked his companion, “I am sorry we determined to stay here and winter near the Mandan Indian village. We might have turned back and gone home, along with the messengers who were dispatched with documents for the President at Washington.” “And who also carried the precious paper that Jasper Williams signed, which will save our parents’ homes from being taken away from them by that scheming French trader, Lascelles.” “And yet,” observed Dick, thoughtfully, “when I think of the wonderful things we have seen, and what a glorious chance we have of setting eyes on the great Pacific Ocean next summer, I am glad we decided to stay up here on this strange river of the wilderness that in the Indian tongue means Yellowstone.” “It is a different stream from the ‘Big Muddy’ or the Missouri, and as full of rapids as it can be. Before long the expedition will have to abandon all boats, and trust to the horses to carry the camp outfit over the mountains to the west.” “Listen, Roger, what was that sound?” “I thought it was the whinny of a horse,” replied the impetuous one of the pair, as they dropped behind some brush that grew on the brow of a gradual slope leading to a lower level. “And it came from below us, too. What could a horse be doing here? Do you think any of our men are out after fresh meat to-day?” “There are a few horses among some of the Indian tribes around here, and it might beーthere, look, something is coming yonder, Dick!” “Don’t move again, Roger; it is an Indian brave, and there follows another, treading in his trail.” “They are not of our friends, the Mandans, Dick, and they don’t look like the Sioux we met a while ago. There come three more, and now I can see the horse!” “H’sh! Not a whisper now, and lie as still as a rock. They have sharp eyes, even if they are not on the warpath.” Roger knew why his cousin made this last remark, for the horse was dragging two poles after him, the ends of which trailed on the ground. Upon this primitive wagon rested quite a pile of stuff, evidently the skin teepee of the family and other articles, as well as a buxom squaw and a small papoose. Back of the first horse came a second, similarly equipped, and then another tall, half-naked brave, armed with bow and arrows. Dick knew that the little procession was a portion of some Indian community moving their camp to a place where the game would be more abundant, for this was the season when they laid in their winter store of jerked venison or “pemmican.” “Don’t move yet, Roger,” whispered Dick, after the last figure had gone some little distance along the trail; “I believe there is another party coming. Yes, I can already see them a little way back there. Just crouch down and watch.”＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Fairyland【電子書籍】[ Rita Michaels ]

＜p＞What if you realize that your life has been a lie and everything you hold dear could easily slip from your fingers?＜br /＞ Aurora Scea, having lost an only sister, believes she’s seen it all until she returns to school and series of events begins to occur.＜br /＞ Two mysterious boys enroll in her school and vie for her friendship. She’s smitten by both, but she soon finds that they aren’t strangers; her life is woven around theirs, and she isn’t what she thought she was. They are determined to win her over; each having his agenda.＜br /＞ Curious to know the full mystery behind her existence, she ventures into the unknown and finds that everything isn’t what it seems.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Last Ride A Real Life Story of Love, Hope & Determination Which Overpower Destiny【電子書籍】[ Ashok Sharma ]

＜p＞It is a fiction between science and supernatural power. It is the story of a doctor who is famous for social services to poor patients. Suddenly, he lost his elder daughter due to asthma. As a consequence, he left all charity and planned to shift to Australia. He and his parents prayed to God, and a miracle happened. The doctor was blessed with twin baby boys. And surprisingly, one of the male children completely resembled his lost daughter. He dropped the idea of leaving the country and again started charity for the poor. This book will give new concepts in the field of parapsychology and reincarnation.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】Dear Summer【電子書籍】[ K Elliott ]

＜p＞BOOK 3 IN THE REAL IN THE STREET SERIES＜/p＞ ＜p＞Tommy DuPree is fresh out of prison with a new hustle selling stolen luxury cars. A business that proves to be lucrative and allows him to fly under the radar and clear of his drug dealing past. Life couldn't be better for Tommy with cars, money and two girlfriends,until he sells a car to some cross town drug dealers and one of them gets busted in the car and claims that Tommy set him up. Enter Summer, tall and beautiful with the body of a Victoria Secret Model. She's the side chick but she wants to be number one and she's frustrated.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Summer meets and hits it off with Q, but unknown to her, Q is the leader of the cross town drug dealing gang that wants Tommy dead. Tommy has to prove he isn't a rat, but at the same time defending his manhood because Q and his boys are sure to kill him.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Dark Kin【電子書籍】[ Daniel James Miller ]

＜p＞Ellie Reed generally enjoyed being a journalist in the midwestern town in which she'd grown up. Living in the picturesque rural community, with its chatty and friendly neighbors, made for a setting where Ellie felt a genuine sense of both belonging and purpose for her young family. One would think that knowing the lay of the land and most of the folks in the area would be pretty handy resources for a news reporter to have at her disposal. And they might be...if she wasn't also a werewolf. Big secrets were hard to keep in a small town.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Being a widow, a full-time reporter and a werewolf were challenges in and of themselves, but none could compare to her toughest and most important responsibility; that of raising twin boys who were rapidly approaching their own very first Change, as the children were destined to become Shifters as well. Thankfully, she wasn't entirely alone in the mix. Even in the close-knit lakeside community other Shifters could be found living quietly, secretively alongside the more mundane members of society. Friends, both Shifter and human, help Ellie shoulder the burden of walking in two worlds. But to her, the juggling act was more than worth it. This was where she wanted her boys to grow up, where the preternatural and everyday could coexist.＜/p＞ ＜p＞But no community, no matter how special or insular it may be, is ever immune from terror. There were some monsters that could even scare the things that go bump in the night. Ancient malevolences. Truest and darkest evil. And it will take efforts on the part of both her communities to defend the people and place they hold most dear, as well as sacrifice.＜/p＞ ＜p＞Ellie will do what she must to make sure her boys were safe. They were her heart and her future. But did they have to start noticing girls now? Really??? Their timing could not possibly be worse.＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。

【電子書籍なら、スマホ・パソコンの無料アプリで今すぐ読める！】The Young Alaskans on the Missouri【電子書籍】[ Emerson Hough ]

＜p＞Uncle Dick moved his leg. “Cheap!” said he. “Cheap! But we don’t talk of that. What I was talking about, or was going to talk about, was something by way of teaching these boys what a country this America is and always has been; how it never has played any game to lose it, and never is going to.” “Well, Richard, what is it this time?” His sister began to fold up her work, sighing, and to smooth it out over her knee. “We’ve just got settled down here in our own country, and I was looking for a little rest and peace.” “You need it, after your Red Cross work, and you shall have it. You shall rest. While you do, I’ll take the boys on the trail, the Peace Trailーthe greatest trail of progress and peace all the world ever knew.” “Whatever can you mean?” “And made by two young chaps, officers of our Army, not much more than boys they were, neither over thirty. They found America for us, or a big part of it. I call them the two absolutely splendidest and perfectly bulliest boys in history.” “Oh, I know! You mean Lewis and Clark! You’re always talking of them to the boys. Ever since we came to St. Louisーー” “Yes, ever since we came to this old city, where those two boys started out West, before anybody knew what the West was or even where it was. I’ve been talking to our boys about those boys! Rather I should say, those two young gentlemen of our Army, over a hundred years agoーCaptain Meriwether Lewis and Captain William Clark.” His sister nodded gravely, “I know.” “What water has run by here, since 1804, in these two rivers, the Mississippi and the Missouri! How the country has grown! How the world has changed! And how we have forgotten! “That’s why I want to take them, even now, my dear sister, these young Americans, over that very same old trailーnot so long and hard and full of danger now. Why? Lest we forget! Lest our young Americans forget! And we all are forgetting. Not right. “You see? Because this old town of St. Louis was then only a village, and we just had bought our unknown country of France, and this town was on the eastern edge of it, the gate of itーthe gate to the West, it used to be, before steam came, while everything went by keel boat; oar or paddle and pole and sail and cordelle. Ah, Sis, those were the days!”＜/p＞画面が切り替わりますので、しばらくお待ち下さい。 ※ご購入は、楽天kobo商品ページからお願いします。※切り替わらない場合は、こちら をクリックして下さい。 ※このページからは注文できません。