Mother of dragons they call me

Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, they say 

The breaker of chains,

The unburnt queen of the Andals

All of these titles describe by name and my aim, 

They tell you that I have game 

My father was a mad man,

My brother was uncool ,

But I am going to prove to you, that I am no fool. 

My vision is clear 

My dragons are here

The ships set sail, 

To conquer the capital, 

Where all will hail

And remember my name and recite my tale 

Soon you will hear them say,

Daenerys Stormborn; The first of her name 

That woman's got beauty and brains. 

She is not sitting in vain,  

So long may she reign 

"Let's be friends,

And we'll see what

Happens."

Well.

If you think

That'll stop me,

Think again.

You may not know,

But I'm stubborn,

And usually

I don't know

What I want.

But I do

This time. 

Being friends

Is a second chance,

And chance to do 

Things differently,

Better.

Normally, I'd

Just give up.

But not today. 

Some days

Will be easier 

Than others.

But I want you

To be a part

Of the happiness

I'm building.

I want to make you

Fall in love

Harder than you

Ever have before.

We were the 

Right people,

At the wrong

Time,

Cliche as that is.

We're full of

Cliches,

And I'm okay

With that.

I'll be a cliche,

As long as I'm

Cliche with you.

I'm not giving up,

Even if you do.

They say life is a game. And by god, I fucking play to win. These sobbing little fools everyday walking up and down the streets with their cards facing out for everyone to see, how do they expect to win if everyone knows what they have. It's called bluffing. You ever wonder why poker players try and keep a straight face? It's cause the slightest inclination of happiness draws in the sharks. They prey on the weak. They wait for you to show weakness and that's when they strike. That's when I strike. That how you get ahead. If you want to learn how to win, or at least not lose, you'll listen to me. It's the reason I have a family. You know, wife two kids, house in the burbs, white picket fence, golden retriever. That's not what I won, that's how I win. People see that and they automatically assume I'm a good person. They think, "hell he's got a beautiful wife and kids, he must be a good man". And that's what I want them to think. If my neighbor, the stock broker, knew I was fucking his wife every time he goes golfing, well then I wouldn't be able to get ahead on my investments. And if my wife knew I was fucking the neighbors wife, along with any slag I wanted, well then I wouldn't be able to keep up my image. And image is what it's all about. It's why you always have to stay sharp. Don't allow people to see weakness, and bring out the weakness in others. Take my brother for instance. Nice enough guy. Tries to do the right thing when he can. Adores his wife, more than a normal man should love any cunt. So what do I do? Well I'll tell you, but just between you and me, can't have any of these other bastards knowing the tricks of the trade. I make sure that cunt takes up all his time. And how do I do that? I know you're wondering. It's easy. You see, my brother loves his ball and chain so much, he won't look at pictures of other women. But he does have pictures of her to look at. So we'll have a nice outing, at his place of course, that slob is not stepping foot in my house. And I'll sneak off up to his room and take one of his pictures. Then, after I have myself a good little wank onto his pillow, I take the picture home. About a week later, that slag just might get a little peak of herself in the mail, along with a less than flattering note, and poof she thinks she has a stalker and my brother can't leave the house cause the slag is too scared to be alone. My magic is done. Now true, there's not much financial benefit to it, but it sure does bring a smile to my face when I see the poor bastard sulking in his car after work. I even set up a little hidden camera pointing at his driveway so I can watch whenever I want. Poor police though, they've been at the case for months and keep coming up with nothing. I keep telling them that she's one of them attention seekers, probably doing it to herself. But do they believe me? Course not. 

Anyway that's a quick rundown of the game my friend. It's all about creating opportunities for yourself. Don't ever get lazy. Laziness breeds in-opportunity  And in-oppertunity allows for someone else to get ahead. And there is only one king of the castle. And believe me friend. Once I get out of these padded walls, I will be the king again. I've already got these so-called-doctors thinking this so called "sociopathic" behavior could be traced back to my mother. These crocs always want to take it back to the mother. So give them what they want right? Once they see that I'm "making progress" they'll let me out sure enough. It's a long game, and by god, I'm gonna win.

Prosperity breeds monsters in a universe where,

hunger breeds Ruin.

ignorance breeds Oppression in a world where

lust breeds Skilful manipulation, ultimately

life paves the way for a final Exit.

Her slender neck juts out at him, he could easily wrap his hand around the base, the thought remains a pleasing barrier that cages in his anger. Kai grabs her wrist and pulls her flush against his chest, giving no thought to the amount of attention they’d just drawn by the encounter. “Keep that mouth running and I’ll shove something hard down it,” his touch burns across her skin.

Twisting her wrist, she pulls free. “We’re in public.”

“You think that will stop me from bending you over and ramming into you from behind.” It isn’t a question. Little did she know, Kai would never expose her to a crowd simply because she is his little prey, a little treat for his eyes only to feast on.

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Fourth book in the 'Dangerously Erotic' series.

A dark look flashes through his eyes and Emilia feels liquid heat leak from the junction between her thighs. "Gabriel Calváni." The man introduces himself.

Emilia scoffs, "nice name, Romeo."

"Charming, sweetheart. Do you have a name or do you go by; Juliet?" A smirk forms on the tall mans face, it'd been a while since such an expression had been welcomed.

The woman holds back her surprise at his teasing banter, "Emilia O'Niell."

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"Prepare yourself for an explosion of pleasurably, erotic destruction." — Jay