The Outcast

William finds a package containing adult diapers which allows it's user to change his/her age to any desired.This is the first ever sci-fi age regression novel I am writing and your imagination and visualization of the story is what will allow you to enjoy it to it's fullest.See ya in the story. (◍•ᴗ•◍)

A family with a curse that no girl will be born in their home .From the last 15 centuries no girl has been born in the household of Ivanov's. But this time a miracle happens and a girl is born in the Ivanov family.-------------------------------------------------------------------In the mansion of the biggest and strongest mafia nestled amidst the countryside , there lies a family cursed by shadows of the past. Generations have passed since the curse's utterance, yet its grip on the family remains unyielding, casting a foreboding shadow over each new generation.As the years wane on, whispers of the curse echo through the whole country and mafia world , carried on the breath of the wind and etched into the furrows of worried brows. The absence of daughters in the family line is a topic of hushed conversations, spoken of in tones laden with apprehension and fear.The people of the family speak of the daughters that never were, their absence a palpable ache in their hearts, and wonder if the curse will ever be broken.InYet amidst the gloom, there are flickers of hope-fragile tendrils of light that refuse to be extinguished and that hope comes true now.And as the curse's shadow looms ever closer, they stand together, united in their determination to defy the darkness and reclaim their future--------------------------------------------------------------------But little did they know that girl is born to be light in someone life including them and darkness to swallow itself.What is Ivanov's curse? Why she made for the darkness to swallow itself? Why everyone love her so much?To find the answers to these questions dig into the book..

"I can only write when I'm falling in love or falling apart." This is the book where I write when I'm at the verge of falling apart. I hope I can turn my pain into something that someone can find beautiful, I hope that my pain can help someone feel less alone... I just hope that my pain can help someone cause my happiness has never. -ArshThe cover art does not belong to me.

He is contented for all the things that he have now, until the daughter of his maid came.

**COMPLETED** After evacuating the citizens from ChewAndSwallow to San Franjose in California thanks to Chester V, they start to settle into their new lives, at least until their home is fully cleaned up.But after six months, Flint and Bella learn from Chester V, Barb, along with her assistant that the FLDSMDFR is still active and creating living food, more advanced than the ones they found in the giant meatball.Recruiting the help of Sam, Brent, Earl, and Manny, they decide to head back to Swallow Falls, with Tim Lockwood going with them since... He's a loyal father/husband with a boat to get them there.They all have one goal in mind: To stop the machine before the CheeseSpiders learn how to swim and they head to the mainland.But what they don't know, is that there's more to the machine and island than it meets the eye... Especially when old faces come back to throw their hats into the ring. It'll be a rocky adventure, but if they keep singing La Dee Da, they'll overcome anything.[Warning: Heavy topics will be tackled in the latter part of this book. There will be a warning at the top of the chapter whenever it features it]{I only own my original character Bella and Tom. Any other characters I add, the story, changes to the plot and characters belong to their rightful owners}

The Sturniolos are amazing people that are sweet and kind, this is a story of them changing someones life.💗

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I hunt for wordsThe same way I shop for clothes I sift through racks in thrift stores Because that is whereThe gems hide.I will find boring words,And ugly wordsThere are also the onesThat would be exquisite in someone else's mouth But don't roll from my tongue in the same way.I spend hours searching for verbs and nouns, Adjectives and prepositions.I am grabbing anything that might fit.Then I step into the changing room, Strip down,And try on my words.I slide them on carefully,And inspect myself from all angles.Some I have to spend several minutes with, Others I know are mine in seconds.With the help of a friend, I learn which words Express who I amAnd toss out the onesI would be pretending in.Next I survey my selection, And though it is a thrift shop, The price tags add up quickly. So I pick out the words I love, The ones that feel the best Against my skin and in my heart. They get to stay.The rest I hang up gently For another day.