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The setting of the story is in modern New York America.
Characters:
Nathan Summers- A 23-year old Caucasian aspiring FBI agent just hired few days. His height is 5'7 with androgynous face and built. He is kind, optimistic, a bit of introverted, techy, and smart
Luke Copeland - A 23-year old black american who is the son of Kevin Copeland and nephew of Marcus Copeland, the two famous fbi agents who previously disguised themselves as "white chicks", the Wilson sisters, to protect the real wilson sisters from evil socialites. He has happy go lucky, chick magnet, a bit perverted personality with a family problem.
Arabella "Bella" Montclair - A 19 year-old European Heiress who studies in New York University. A beautiful brunette 5'6 with busty and slim features. She has wears skimpy and chick outfits with kind of mean girl personality.
Allison Crawford - A 19 year-old american white girl from New York rockland counties with middle-class family. She has height of 5'10, athletic, gutsy, tomboyish but pretty. She is blonde woman with athetlic built but with model figure.
The story is about Nathan who just hired in fbi and his first mission is to protect the Belgian heiress, arabella montclair, by disguising replacing her and disguising himself as her in New York University. Luke Copeland will help Nathan do his mission by replacing a female student Allison Crawford. The heiress is targeted by shadowy socialites from europe due to her parents involvment in Belgium politics. The FBI is tasked by the the US government to protect the heiress due to the Belgian monarchy deal with the US government.
This novel has lots of humour, with few action scenes, a bit of drama, with mature contents, and more of sexual and racial jokes.
Chapter 1
Nathan Summers’s first thought upon entering the FBI’s New York Field Office was that he had, tragically, dressed as the concept of Anxiety for Halloween. His suit—purchased in a panic the night before from a store that smelled of despair and weak coffee—had all the structural integrity of a wet paper bag. It creaked when he breathed.
The security desk was manned by a man who looked like he’d been carved from a single block of skepticism. His nametag read ‘Officer Briggs.’ His a…
Characters:
Nathan Summers- A 23-year old Caucasian aspiring FBI agent just hired few days. His height is 5'7 with androgynous face and built. He is kind, optimistic, a bit of introverted, techy, and smart
Luke Copeland - A 23-year old black american who is the son of Kevin Copeland and nephew of Marcus Copeland, the two famous fbi agents who previously disguised themselves as "white chicks", the Wilson sisters, to protect the real wilson sisters from evil socialites. He has happy go lucky, chick magnet, a bit perverted personality with a family problem.
Arabella "Bella" Montclair - A 19 year-old European Heiress who studies in New York University. A beautiful brunette 5'6 with busty and slim features. She has wears skimpy and chick outfits with kind of mean girl personality.
Allison Crawford - A 19 year-old american white girl from New York rockland counties with middle-class family. She has height of 5'10, athletic, gutsy, tomboyish but pretty. She is blonde woman with athetlic built but with model figure.
The story is about Nathan who just hired in fbi and his first mission is to protect the Belgian heiress, arabella montclair, by disguising replacing her and disguising himself as her in New York University. Luke Copeland will help Nathan do his mission by replacing a female student Allison Crawford. The heiress is targeted by shadowy socialites from europe due to her parents involvment in Belgium politics. The FBI is tasked by the the US government to protect the heiress due to the Belgian monarchy deal with the US government.
This novel has lots of humour, with few action scenes, a bit of drama, with mature contents, and more of sexual and racial jokes.
Chapter 1
Nathan Summers’s first thought upon entering the FBI’s New York Field Office was that he had, tragically, dressed as the concept of Anxiety for Halloween. His suit—purchased in a panic the night before from a store that smelled of despair and weak coffee—had all the structural integrity of a wet paper bag. It creaked when he breathed.
The security desk was manned by a man who looked like he’d been carved from a single block of skepticism. His nametag read ‘Officer Briggs.’ His a…
Aaron found an old machine of his ancestors. Apparently it allows the person to transfer their mind into another body using chips back on their heads.
All characters are above 18 years old...
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The basement smelled of damp earth and forgotten things, a musty scent that clung to Aaron's nostrils as he descended the creaking wooden stairs. It was late August, and the oppressive heat of summer had finally begun to give way to the crisp promise of autumn. In just three days, Aaron would be starting his sophomore year at Northwood High, a prospect that filled him with equal parts dread and anticipation.
"Looking for treasure?" called Jim fro…
All characters are above 18 years old...
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The basement smelled of damp earth and forgotten things, a musty scent that clung to Aaron's nostrils as he descended the creaking wooden stairs. It was late August, and the oppressive heat of summer had finally begun to give way to the crisp promise of autumn. In just three days, Aaron would be starting his sophomore year at Northwood High, a prospect that filled him with equal parts dread and anticipation.
"Looking for treasure?" called Jim fro…
A pair of bullies decide to mess with their victim by possessing his family! The first to be possessed is his mom.
Author's Note: Hello! I just wanted to say that this story is inspired by Ding! by MaddBlackCat on Literotica, I highly recommend you check it out!
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Gary
Finally. The last bell rang and we were all free to go home. I smiled as I left, happy this will be the last time I'd be seeing most of these faces except when I'll walk the stage in a few weeks. Until then, I don't need to think about that lousy place anymore. By the looks of it, I wasn't the only one who felt this way as I …
Author's Note: Hello! I just wanted to say that this story is inspired by Ding! by MaddBlackCat on Literotica, I highly recommend you check it out!
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Gary
Finally. The last bell rang and we were all free to go home. I smiled as I left, happy this will be the last time I'd be seeing most of these faces except when I'll walk the stage in a few weeks. Until then, I don't need to think about that lousy place anymore. By the looks of it, I wasn't the only one who felt this way as I …
It was common knowledge that Earth had eradicated the alien menace from the galaxy.
So imagine my surprise on learning that my friend from college was one of them.
I cannot stress enough just how ordinary my day had been before I found out. As ordinary - I had assumed - it had been for everyone else on the planet. And I guess in a way, it was still ordinary, just a different kind of ordinary.
There’s a girl I like to sit next to in college: We only see each other twice a week for the units we have in common, but we always sit together when we see each other. At the time, I had no idea what Stella saw in me, but she was astronomically cute and liked dress…
So imagine my surprise on learning that my friend from college was one of them.
I cannot stress enough just how ordinary my day had been before I found out. As ordinary - I had assumed - it had been for everyone else on the planet. And I guess in a way, it was still ordinary, just a different kind of ordinary.
There’s a girl I like to sit next to in college: We only see each other twice a week for the units we have in common, but we always sit together when we see each other. At the time, I had no idea what Stella saw in me, but she was astronomically cute and liked dress…
25 year old Jake Gardner finds himself turned into a purple slime after an accident. He soon realizes his new form can take over bodies, and uses his new ability to create a new life for himself.
The hospital room was quiet, the only sound the steady, soft beep of the heart monitor. Jake Gardner lay still in the narrow bed, his own body a strange and distant shell. He wasn’t in it anymore. His consciousness floated, untethered, in a small, quivering puddle of violet slime that had oozed from his own limp penis and now pooled on the crisp white sheets.
He’d been walking home from the bar, a little after two, when the sky had flashed purple. Something small and hot had slammed into the b…
The hospital room was quiet, the only sound the steady, soft beep of the heart monitor. Jake Gardner lay still in the narrow bed, his own body a strange and distant shell. He wasn’t in it anymore. His consciousness floated, untethered, in a small, quivering puddle of violet slime that had oozed from his own limp penis and now pooled on the crisp white sheets.
He’d been walking home from the bar, a little after two, when the sky had flashed purple. Something small and hot had slammed into the b…
The fortune teller offered to summon a spirit to possess me.
But I'm not in any real danger: It's only make-believe.
I can’t stop thinking about the tent, the fortune teller, and the overwhelming euphoria of surrendering my body to the spirit world. Not really, of course: none of it’s real. It’s only make-believe. But the thrill is very real.
Just the memory makes me itch. Am I addicted? Is this an addiction? It must be. From my cubicle, I look at the clock. I don’t know why: Even when the work day ends, I’m only going home. It’s not Friday. It’s not time to return. Not time for her to speak the words and pu…
But I'm not in any real danger: It's only make-believe.
I can’t stop thinking about the tent, the fortune teller, and the overwhelming euphoria of surrendering my body to the spirit world. Not really, of course: none of it’s real. It’s only make-believe. But the thrill is very real.
Just the memory makes me itch. Am I addicted? Is this an addiction? It must be. From my cubicle, I look at the clock. I don’t know why: Even when the work day ends, I’m only going home. It’s not Friday. It’s not time to return. Not time for her to speak the words and pu…