“You bought me for 1 night , you don’t own me.”

“Then why did you scream my name like I was yours?”

And like the devil predicted, the apple of temptation was too much for Eve to deny without taking one. simple . bite.

Eric Valence, an aspiring writer who is given the opportunity of working under the well-known Draven H. Malcom, an icon within his country. However, being editor for the new author turns out not to be so easy; it may have something to do with showing up late to work on the first day with no shoes. As their partnership begins to unravel, and people notice the special treatment Eric gains, a few are obviously jealous. Eric Valence is determined to prove his potential amongst his workers, but he never thought that a pair of bed sheets would be the thing changing his entire life. 

***

Eric started at his face distorted with hurt, and tightened his lips close. His decision was meant to save each other, since at the moment, he believed that he was toxic, and would only break Draven, not lift him.
Draven noticed that Eric had paused, and continued, "We can move somewhere together."

Eric bit his bottom lip, "I need to become the person I want to be Draven—"

"That can't be done with me?" Draven screeched.

"No, because I'll just be in your shadow, and that doesn't solve anything," Eric breathed rapidly. When he noticed the conversation slowly becoming intense, he reached for Draven's jaw, "Listen to me, I'm doing this for us."

"No, you're doing this for you."

"Is that so bad?"

"It's not, but I thought after all this time, I'd at least have meant something to you," he sighed.

Eric furrowed his brows, "You do." He did not seem convinced, but Eric added, "Draven I love you." Draven simply shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, but Eric tightened his grip on his jaw, "Listen to me, I love you."

"Stop saying that—"

"I love you," he breathed.

"No you don't."

"I love you so much."

Eventually, Draven opened his eyes, and when he observed the honesty behind Eric's features, his eyes lowered to Eric's lips, back to his eyes, and then all of a sudden, he crashed his lips on Eric's.

Zhi Rou was sitting in Yuan Rui's office behind his desk. The laptop she was given was connected to the wifi. She typed in a website she knew of and smiled when she saw the many options the website provided. She created an account with her name Zhao Zhi Rou and added her account number from the bank card she received from Yuan Rui. The bank card and laptop weren't the only things she received, Yuan Rui gave her a mobile phone too that needed some time to figure out how to use properly.
The website she was visiting was one that provided all the essential artwork needed for a classroom such as individual abc cards, colour and shape cards. Individual birthday A4 sheets, a height measuring wall chart and more. She chose to decorate the baby's room with all of these charts and cards for it to be more stimulating for the little one.
There were many options as she was browsing through the sites making feel overwhelmed. She finally decided on choosing the owl collection and bought the owl weather chart, owl height measuring wall chart, owl alphabet and opposite cards. She bought the animals and their babies set, shapes, colours, prepositions and number frames. The weather chart was another thing she bought.
After the PDF files downloaded she opened them and started printing. Her eyes widened at the number of pages that were going to be used and sighed, "Well it's a good thing I'm marrying a rich man." She got up and went to the kitchen to fetch herself something to drink and went to her bedroom. She and Yuan Rui arched about the guest room she wanted to use, being too far away from their bedroom so all her things were being moved into the guest room that would now be her closet and the room she had was bare.
Everything was moved out when she went out shopping alone for the rest of her clothes and the room was painted over with lead-free lilac paint. She bought a white rug that covered the floor and there were the boxes in the living room that needed to be moved here but she was waiting for Yuan Rui to set up the cradle and the installers to put up the net that would cover the cradle. She ordered a swing for the bedroom that needs to be installed as well.
Yawning, she returned to Yuan Rui's office. The printer was done so she set the next PDF file to print.
*
Dialling a number she knew out of her head she waited for the one on the other line to answer. After two rings a voice came through, "Han publishers good day. How may I assist you?"
"Good day, this is author Liu Rou, I need to speak with Qiong Jai, is Mr Qiong available?" Zhi Rou spoke.
"Author Liu Rou, it is you? Mr Qiong is currently in a meeting, I can ask him to contact you when he's done if that is okay with you?" the woman said on the other end of the line. Thinking about it for a minute Zhi Rou said, "Could you please tell Mr Han that I'll be e-mailing him my new manuscript that I would love him to overlook before I decide to continue. Please also inform him that I will be getting married this week and I would love it if he could change my surname on the newest additions to Zhao as well."
"Congratulations Ms Liu!! I will definitely inform Mr Qiong on your joyous occasion. I'm sure when Mr Han finds out he'll want to send you a gift, please will you give your address and I'll pass on all of this to him." Zhi Rou nodded her head and told her everything. She ended the call and placed her phone down, she turned around and jumped in her step. She caught a fright when she saw her soon-to-be husband at the door watching her intently.
Qing Shan was standing behind him with a curious gaze. "Wow, never would I have guessed that the well-known author Liu Rou was my wife-to-be," Yuan Rui said knowingly. Zhi Rou smiled innocently. She walked up to him and crouched down before him, "Baby, if I knew you'd be home so soon, I would have prepared something for you to eat."
The words she had just spoken did not register to him at all. He couldn't believe that the author who inspired him to get better for Jiang Hui Yin's sake was the woman before him right now. The woman who he was going to marry was the one who wrote books on saving suicide victims. She was the one who wrote about how a father could love his adopted daughter and even hide her crime even under suspicion. Another was a tale of how a woman who got kidnapped by accident and fell for her kidnapper, choosing to follow him because she did not want to return to her life which made her hide and protect her rapist!
Looking into her eyes he couldn't understand how could she write those stories? Those stories that got so many addicted? Those stories who made him want to meet her? Those stories that secretly made him desire for her?
Thinking about it clearly he realized that he knew nothing about Zhi Rou, to begin with. He felt helpless many times but her words gave him hope. Was it fate that brought them together and was making her the future Mrs Zhao correct decision? If it wasn't, why was she so likeable? Why did it feel to him like he could trust her? She didn't care about what he did for a living, she thought he was ridiculous for spending so much money on her. She stood up for him when he was bullied and she made him laugh unknowingly after being depressed for so long. It did not seem like it on the outside but he could possibly be happy that she was part of his life.
She did everything for him that he only wished Jiang Hui Yin could do for him. If he compared the two women together, Liu Zhi Rou deserved the winning title! Unknowingly she helped him before they knew each other. She stopped him from being depressed. The colour she brought into his life by his silly decision for revenge because he was naturally a petty man and only cared for himself, she accepted with no questions asked made such a tremendous change that he didn't realise it himself.
Liu Zhi Rou alone made he, Zhao Yuan Rui feel at ease, as though he was on a cloud by her mere presence, "Liu Zhi Rou, was it fate that brought us together?" Yuan Rui's question took her by surprise. Zhi Rou's brows furrowed, "What do you mean?" she asked. Yuan Rui's head lowered. He looked down at the colouring book in his hand that he wanted to hand back to her.
Zhi Rou purchased the colouring book at the book store a while back and challenged him to colour a picture every other day when he had nothing to do, she said it was a type of bonding process for the two of them to get to know each other. She handed him the colouring book the next morning after her first night in his home. He thought it was stupid and took the book with him only to make her stop her pestering.
It was Qing Shan who reminded him of it and when he opened the colouring book, he saw that she had coloured in the first picture that was of a garden. On the top of the first page, she wrote, "Hello, my name is Liu Zhi Rou, the co-owner of this colouring book, who might you be?" Unknowing to him, a slight smile tugged on his lips at the office that Qing Shan took note of.
Yuan Rui coloured in the second picture of a dog taking a bath when he felt his mind become clouded with thoughts of his cousin and Jiang Hui Yin together. At the top of the page, he wrote back in a calm state, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Liu Zhi Rou, I'm Zhao Yuan Rui. I own this colouring book too which makes me your co-owner."
He returned the book and it came back to him with Qing Shan who needed to attend a board meeting on his health at work since the old men were "worried" about his health. He was being berated by one of the oldest shareholders for not thinking of the company and only thinking about himself when he tried to kill himself. He didn't have answers for them and they were all just waiting for him to actually die and step down so that Zhao Nianzhen could take over.
In the midst of their ranting, he became depressed. When Qing Shan saw that his young master's mood was sinking he pointed towards the colouring book after gaining his attention. When Yuan Rui opened the book and paged to the third page, every emotion he felt melted away replacing the empty space with happiness. "No, it is my pleasure meeting you Mr Zhao Yuan Rui. I cannot believe that I am acquainted with someone who has such beautiful handwriting," was what was written on the page she coloured in.
Yuan Rui pursed his lips and handed the colouring book to her. Zhi Rou looked at it and smiled. She stepped out of his way and he wheeled past her stopping at his bookshelf. He pulled out five books and showed it to her. He thought that he'd be happy meeting her but he felt confused at this moment. Zhi Rou smiled when she saw her works in his hands and walked up to him, "So you're a fan… maybe it was fate or it good just be your bad luck for something you did in your past life," she joked and kissed him on the cheek.
Zhi Rou could see the conflicting emotions on his face but did not worry about it. She was here and would watch over him, she could feel it in her bones that this was where she was meant to be and she hopes that he knew this too.

The Uncharted Husband and His Wife

Zhao Yuan Rui, had everything and still has everything but feels as though he has nothing ever since his car accident two years ago which left him paralyzed. 

He meets the flamboyant Liu Zhi Rou who changes his life in the most uncommon manner. 

Liu Zhi Rou, an angel stripped of her wings at a young age, between all humans drops by in his hospital room with her silly antics. 

Learning of each other's pasts and hardships, they work together for the betterment of the other. 

Follow the two as they venture into the life of a married couple and face all the obstacles ahead of them with an adopted bubble that adds to their adventure.

Art by: the_nerd.artist

Reviews and comments welcomed.

It was late afternoon Aurora finally woke up from her exhausted wedding night. If she knew this would happen, she wouldn't provoke the sleeping dragon. If she knew he was going to surprise her with the wedding anniversary celebration, she wouldn't dare to run away from him. And if she only knew he intended to have their wedding night during the wedding anniversary, she wouldn't dare to say she will have sex with someone else. Now, laying in bed she couldn't even lift her leg nor her hand after being tossed around in bed ever since last night until the sun rise. She remembered fainting along the way but was woken up with the most blissful climax. And he still continue on despite her begging and apologies. All he knows her screaming out his name as they climax together. In ine night, she learnt almost all position that she ever read during her rebellious days. She didn't think it was possible back then. But who knew the art of making love is according to one's creativity. Everything that seem impossible is possible. 
Aurora tried to get up from the bed slowly. Her leg feels wobbly and not to mention her area is sore. Very,very sore. If not for the fact she needed to go to the bathroom to relief herself, she wouldn't bother of getting up. Both of her leg manage to touch the floor and before she could take another step, she was pulled back to the bed and Cole who just woke up hovers over her naked body. He kissed her passionately ignoring her protest as he melt her down with his tongue. His hand starts to massage her mountain and pinching it causing her moan in pain. Rubbing her nipple together and it start to arouse her once more. But the pressure around her bladder remind her that she needed to use the bathroom immediately. She start to struggle again against his endless kissing and using both hand to push his chest away. Panting, she glared at him who's still looking energetic despite their vigorous activity last night. 
"I needed to go to toilet. Please." she begged. Feaaring he would take her for more rounds. He grinned before kissing her lightly.
"I'll take you." And with that, he easily lift her and bring her to the bathroom. He even put her on the toilet bowl as he stand there looking at her with his naked body being displayed in front of her.
"Get out Cole." She told hin off. He responded with a kiss and only move away to the sink to wash his face and brush his teeth. She gritted her teeth and try her best to ignore his presence as she try to do her business. This is something that she herself invited in. How could she not know this side of Cole? Now, he's going to take things his way. The Lucifer's way. And sure enough, the moment she finish with her business, Cole just grab her and continue with several actions that are unimaginable leaving her full with lust and desire for him. As well as his little beings. 

At the private beach, it has turned into a magical place as the barren sand are now covered with big white sheets and with flower petals scatter around it. Colouring the white sheets and a couple of transparent tent shielding it are now glittered with lights. It almost look like another wedding instead of wedding anniversary. And for the first time, the private beach was open to public. Mostly those who are invited to the anniversary. Who wouldn't want to come? It is the wedding anniversary of the two biggest tycoon and most wealthiest people in the country. Not to mention their influence in business world as well as the government. What they say matters and will not be taken lightly. Thus, the private beach has now turn into a festive beach with all the people coming ever since morning. They even let some of the vendors to sell their food there. With all the music turning out loud, they were partying as they wait for the couple who was supposed to arrive by now. Even her ten brothers are feeling anxious, They've been changing the plan and trying their best to make it possible but there's only one thing they can't control is the couple's arrival. Only when the sun starting to set turning the sky to orange did the couple and the brothers sigh in relieve. Seeing the blush on the late bride's face and how Cole have been supporting her the entire way, they somehow understood the reason for their delayed. 
"Never thought that wild girl would eventually fall for someone." Tristan said as he sipped on his cocktail.
"Surrounded by us, even i have to doubt her sexuality." Steven added.
"Apparently, it all depends on their strings of fate." Caleb grinned.
"When did you start believe in that? I thought all you know is medicine and operating on bodies." Jacob encountered making Caleb roll his eyes.
"But, at least she's fine now. Back then, her sickness really took a toll in her life. To the point everything she does is all for us." Harrison said solemnly.
"And we somehow depend on her although she's just a girl." Carl look at Aurora's blushing face as Cole whisper in her ear.
"It's good we let them meet each other again. It's the only thing that we can do for her." Zeus said.
"Only he can tame her." Derek who's been with her the entire time saw her suffering in silent.
"For our sister and her marriage." Aaron hold up his glass high.
"For their happily ever after." The rest soon follow.

After 3 years of marriage, she decided to end it. It was according to her promise to Mr Wayne. But things don't always go the way she wanted. Some unexpected incident that still led her holding the title of Mrs Cole Bryson. What would make her stay this time and what would Cole do just to capture her heart. 


A/N: The picture is not mine. Got it from doodle girl by chaosringen

The family and Kurt stood in the barn next to the pen of the blue Miltank. Everyone else was looking at Dennis with confused looks, waiting for him to explain. The most confused one there was naturally Robert "I don't get, isn't it just a shiny Miltank. What's with this weird atmosphere, also what's with the other Miltank beating it up. Their all just babies for crying out loud, since when are adult Pokémon never mind babies, so aggressive. Miltank are even the type to live in herds so this makes even less sense. Dad even just said it will be trouble but how is a shiny trouble and why is he so serious about it". Robert almost felt he was gonna go dizzy from all the questions going around in his head with no answers.
 He looked at Dennis and decided to just start asking some "dad, what do you mean. How can a little baby Miltank be trouble." Everyone else couldn't help but nod and wait for an answer. Dennis looked around at everyone there, he paused his eyes a little longer on Kurt. In the end after hesitating a bit more he finely gave in, he thought "I'll have to tell them all something even if I don't tell them everything. Plus they've all seen the Miltank now, not like I can hide it anyway". Dennis looked over at the Miltank still sleeping and finely decided to explain things a little bit. "this Miltank is an extremely rare kind of Pokémon called a shiny. For all species of Pokémon there is a chance for one to be a different colour, all these Pokémon are known as a "shiny". These shiny's are all incredibly rare and I've heard they have a less than 1 in 5000 chance of appearing. What's more, in the rare chance that a shiny is born they are attacked and chased out by Pokémon of the same kind, even different Pokémon tend to shun them. At least that's what I've heard. Truth be told this is my first time seeing one in person but everything I've heard appears to be true". Hearing Dennis's explanation everyone was quite surprised and looked at the little Miltank in shock, all except Robert. Still with his brows knitted, he felt if that was all it wouldn't be enough to make his father take the matter so seriously. He was sure that the Miltank could be trained to tolerate the shiny and would accept her into the heard, at worst they would simply ignore it. Robert brought his thoughts up to his father but a bit more vaguely to not seem too smart. Dennis looked at his son in surprise while everyone else was confused, except Mariah who seemed to have realized something. Dennis looked proudly at his son and nodded greatly satisfied. "you're right Roby, if that was all it wouldn't really be a problem, I'm confident we could get the others to accept her. We could even make a lot of money by potentially selling her milk as a rare specialty item. Unfortunately I'm afraid we will never be able to keep her". As he looked at every one, he noticed that besides Mariah who seemed to have figured it out. Everyone else seemed confused, including Robert this time. He sighed and continued to explain "the biggest problem is that shiny Pokémon are extremely valuable and can be sold for a fortune. I've no doubt that once word gets out about our little blue Miltank here that we'll get plenty of people who want her. Some will even try to steal her and it could get dangerous". Finely everyone knew what was going on and Dennis's attitude in the beginning finely made sense to them now.
Seeing every one's curiosity was settled for now Dennis looked at Kurt "Kurt, take this Miltank and raise it in your cabin for now, don't let anyone else know about it. I'll think of what to do after she grows up enough to at least use some moves" Kurt didn't say anything and just nodded and went over to prepare the Miltank to be quietly moved, Pokémon usually only take a week or two before they are big and strong enough to move around and start practicing their Pokémon moves. Dennis then looked at his family "you all are not to talk about this to anyone, not even each other. The less this gets mentioned the less likely it is to leak out" the whole family nodded their heads to show they understood. Dennis nodded satisfied at their response, then he smiled lovingly and looked at his three children "alright kids, its best if you just try to forget all this. Now off you go back to what you're supposed to be doing. Mariah, you come back to the house with me for a bit". So they all left the barn to carry out their normal daily activities.
One week later, Robert was sitting alone on the hill trying to practice his skill of seeing the talents of the Pokémon down on the field. he wasn't making much progress. Not long after he left the barn and watched Kurt leave with the Miltank, he's had this nagging feeling that something didn't feel right. He felt like he was missing an important piece of the puzzle, then a couple of days ago it hit him. His father had tricked them, sure he told them a lot and said it'd be trouble because they're valuable, but he left out a very important piece of information. Why are shiny's so valuable. He doubted it was just because of the unique colouring. Their farm might not be fort Knox but it was always under watch by the farmhands and their Tauros, even at night they took turns keeping a lookout for thieves or dangerous Pokémon. It just didn't make sense for a Pokémon to be worth the risk just because its colouring was different. No matter how hard he thought about it though he couldn't figure out what else made a shiny so valuable, after all in the game it didn't really matter if a Pokémon was a shiny or not, it was purely a matter of cosmetic differences. After three days of trying to figure it out all alone, he was finely so frustrated that he couldn't even practice today.
Robert dully looked out at the Pokémon below, not even trying to activate his skill this time. As he looked not paying attention to anything in particular, he couldn't help but mutter half-heartedly "if only there was something on the outside that would show their talent". As soon as he finished muttering, he suddenly froze. Then his eyes slowly bulged. Robert suddenly jumped up and screamed at the top of his lungs "that's it!!". He had finally figured it out. Shiny Pokémon had a high talent. At least he was 90% sure that he was right, he could even test his theory. "I won't be able to go there now, mum or dad will surely see me and forbid me from seeing it. I'll have to sneak over at night later and then convince Kurt to let me take a quick look" as he thought this he went off to scout the path out. He couldn't help but lament not checking the first time he saw it, it still took too much concentration to check the talent of Pokémon. Maybe after this he should practice a bit more.

There are a lot of people out there that when asked if they could choose a world to live in, a fantasy world that they could start all over in there is no doubt that the world of Pokémon would be one of the top of the list, and why not its full of breathtaking landscapes, its safe enough for 10 years old's to wander the woods and of course it has Pokémon... but what if the world of Pokémon isn't as bright and gentle as we think it is. Meet Robert Leone and how he chose to reincarnate into the world of Pokémon and discovered it's not a PG-rated world. 

my first novel so any feedback is appreciated.

I don't own the rights to Pokémon or any characters other than the ones I make 

cover art is not mine so if you don't want it there let me know

HOLD UP THE NOVEL IS IN EDITING PHASE!!
What does a empathetic young shinobi with gift for telepathy, Do when the entire world system revolves around lying, killing and worse of all, he can't seems to shut off the voices in his head.
And what would he do if his world view is growing and slowly turning him into a new 'Creature'.

A/N: no Harem, same as my other Fanfic called 'Mewtwo And Riolu are my brother' (right now in process of verification by WN bots.).
P.s: fight for the No-Harem Revolutionary Army.

CRITICS AND COMMENTS ARE WELCOMED BY URS TRULY!!
AND NEVER FORGET TO VOTE FOR ME, 
AHOY MATEY, SEE U IN THE BOOK! YEAH?

True spirit world, this world has been named so because it's the haven and home to countless cultivators, martial art masters and different creatures and powerful beings.
This world has many different beings apart from humans. The Xuan Royal Family conquered the true spirit world fifty thousand years ago thereby setting up the Xuan dynasty with the four strongest families and powerful beings associated with them into becoming the pillars holding up this great dynasty.
 
The four families are name after the four cardinal directions of the world and their territories are also facing the four directions along with the Xuan Royal Palace resting in the middle.
When the Xuan dynasty succeeded in conquering the world, an inheritable title of lords was bestowed down upon the four families which gave them full governance upon their territories without them answering if it's not something of importance to the reigning emperor.
 
The Xuan Royal Family are also known as the winged people or race. They are born as humans but when they reach certain ages, they grow wings, but it differed from person to person.
They have four branches, but the main family has the most distinct colouring which is sometimes gold and sometimes black. They are most known for their dual abilities in martial and magical arts which is spirit magic. when they reach the age where their wings are about to sprout, they receive a gift from the spirits in a form of a spirit partner as per the agreement they made with the spirit before they took over this world.
 If a child is born with the mixed colouring of both black and gold, its is known that, that child will extremely be powerful and too much power is not a good thing, so a solution was devised to seal the power within that baby's body to help him or her keep his or her sanity before adult hood.
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The reigning emperor now is the second emperor and the previous crown prince who has the seventy-five percentage of pure blood of the winged race.
 a week ago, his main wife the empress gave birth to a baby boy who radiated extreme power after just being born. Emperor Xuan has no choice but to check the archive in the library and got to know that the baby will have mixed wings so he had no choice but to ask his father to help him seal the baby's power since he couldn't without hurting him.
 
The main royal family are those who holds the highest pure blood of the winged race within them which in turn made them automatically into leaders. The baby that was just born has been confirmed to have ninety to hundred percent of the bloodline and has been automatically been crowned crown prince.
Their pure blood can be seen through their wings colourings and eyes when they use their powers, their eyes turn pure ruby which turns into different hues of ruby every time their emotions get heightened.
It is rumoured that the retired last emperor is a Dao immortal nearing celestial immortal level so no one has been able to cause trouble successfully without much information apart from the otherworldly people who are trying in every possible way to get into true spirit world through trying to destroy the orders set up by the founding winged emperor.
 
True spirit world is divided into four parts which represents the four families while leaving the Xuan Royals in the middle parts which is called the central. The central houses the most advance schools, Universities and businesses.
The four families are the Ye family who are the lords of the east also known as east lords. The east people are beings who made pact with the dragons and are born with their dragon companions.
they occupy the post of the dragon riders in the central region and the posts of looking over the security of true spirit world. When they combine with their dragon companions, they take in the characteristics of their dragon companions such as the wings and horns.
Golden is the main bloodline ruling now, but legend says of a silver dragon being the true leader, but a silver dragon has not been seen for centuries already but now a silver dragon is about to hatch along with his boy companion.
The East people are known for their different colour eyes along with their wheat and brown skin colourings, but the main family must either possess the full golden eyes or pure purple which is why the Ye family are the leaders now.
Since the east is too large for the Ye family to govern alone, a central government was thus created which emulates the Xuan dynasty design with having the Ye family mansion in the middle and three duke and five marquise houses surrounding it.
 
 
The Mu family is in the west where forests abound. They live among the free willed elves and has the same system of governance as that of the east. They share many characteristics as that of the elves.
They made a pact with the elves which allowed them to stay in the citadel of the elves and sometimes have marriages with them.
The children they gave birth to should be halflings, but for some reasons unknown, if this is an evolution or devolution for them is not known yet but they possess mortal bodies while also holding the powers of the elves although they do live a long life almost equal to that of an elf but they still have to rely on their cultivation because of their mortal bodies.
When they use their powers, their eyes turn the colour of their bloodlines which is pure emerald like Xuan royal family.
some children are born with the power of a high elves among them every thousands of years. In this generation of the Mu main family, one has been born to them.
 
 
The Xu family located in the north where snow and ice never melt, has the same system of governance as that of the east. They like toughening their bodies and believe that the body can be toughened into a weapon that can be used to break other man-made weapons. They like fighting a lot especially during wars and like taking the frontline in anything related to fighting due to them possessing the barbarian's bloodlines in their bodies which also gave them the posts of being the supreme guards and army commanders in the central region. Their eyes change to white matching their hair when their emotions are heightened.
 
 
The Mo family are in the south and love the seas. They live among the creatures of the seas and join hands with them to protect the southern borders and their governance is like that of the east.
They have the same characteristics as that of the Mu family. although their histories are different. In every thousands of years, only one child can appear at a time to possess the full power of the sea but their lifespan will take a damage and thus get shorten due to the sheer power of the sea that cannot be contained, they have no choice but to have an intermarriage with different races so as to balance it out. The colour of their bloodline eyes is pure blue that can reflect any other blue colour due to the seas effect when their emotions are heightened.
This wondrous spirit world is a true higher world where magic and cultivation has come to coexist together.
 
~ spirit world, east ~
 
In the east, in a beautiful mansion,  elegant room, a golden light orb appeared suddenly out of nowhere and stood still in the mid-air while compressing itself again and again until it turned tiny before shooting once more into the belly of the gorgeous woman sleeping on the bed not disturbing the sleeping woman at all.


Muted green grass rustled and flowed, blown into a simulacrum of the sea by the sweeping wind. 
Angelica let out a sigh of relief as she removed her fencing helmet. She walked over to the nearby bench and cleaned her forehead with her towel.
"' at was guid roon miss Deforest!" commented Aifric as he too took off his fencing helmet.
"Thank you Aifric." thanked the blonde girl as she sat down on the bench.
They were in small fencing area that was set up at the back of her family's mansion. As she looked upon the large white walls of the manor, she couldn't help but sigh.
"What's wrang Angelica?" asked Aifric with concern.
"Nothing-"
"Ye ne'er hae bin guid at haverin' tae me," laughed Aifric and Angelica couldn't help but laugh a little too.
"It's just that-my parents aren't home again are they?"
"Nae. They're still oan a business trip. Is 'at what's gettin' ye aw stressed it?"
"No. No, I am used to it. It's not like this is the first time they left me alone on an important day-" she grimaced as she remembered all the birthdays and Christmas that she had to spend alone in the empty mansion.
"Aifric-can I ask you something?"
"Sure. What's oan yer min'?" he asks with a warm smile. She remained silent as she stared at the grass beneath her feet. 
"Is thes abit Maria?" she nodded. 
"Weel, aam sure ye an' yer burd can solve whatever problems ye main be havin'," she blushed and continued to stare at the ground and the Scotsman sighed a tired sigh
"Ye still huvnae tauld 'er, hae ye?" her silence answered for her. 
"Angelica, yoo've bin crushin' oan thes lassie fur ower a year noo. Wa huvnae ye tauld 'er yit?"
"Because-my parents, Aifric. I don't-I don't know if they'll accept."
"Lassie, i've knoon yer faither fur a lang time an' lit me teel ye, he's nae gonna hink onie different ay ye if he foond it ye waur datin' a lassie."
"It's not that-"
"'en whit is it?" she let out a shaky sigh.
"It's her status. It's the fact that she doesn't come from a rich family. The fact that her family name is not well known. The fact that her family has been involved in criminal activities. A relationship with her would probably be, in his opinion, bad for our reputation."
"Ye can still keep yer relationship hidden. Dornt fash yerse! Yer secrit will be safe wi' me!" Angelica chuckled slightly.
"I appreciate it, but I wouldn't want to force Maria through that," she sighed and stared off into space.
"Swatch, aam nae gonnae teel ye whit tae dae. Efter aw, aam jist yer butler," he said as he cleaned his ¨¦p¨¦e with a rag. 
"But, if ye want mah opinion oan th' matter, Ah hink ye shoods teel 'er an' suin. Yer final skale year together will end quickly." Angelica let out a weary sigh and gave an abrupt nod. 
"Ok-ok, I will tell her."
"Guid. Noo come," he said as he put on his headgear and strode off to the fencing area. 
"We hae tae make sure yer preem an' proper fur th' tournament!" he proclaimed as he held out his blade in a guard stance.
Angelica smirked as she grabbed her ¨¦p¨¦e and put on her helmet. She made her way over to Aifric and raised her blade in a similar manner. 
"En garde!" he shouted as she plunged toward him.

The walls of the bathroom were tiled and painted a dark blue colour, the floor was tan and felt cold to her feet. She closed the door behind her and turned on the shower, glad to see that there was still some hot water left. She undressed and stepped into the water, washing away all her sweat, worries and fears.
For a second, she allowed herself a small fantasy. 
Under the shower, she imagined herself not as the heiresses to the Deforest family but allowed herself to just be. She was just a girl, free to make her own decisions and decide her own future. 
A girl like Maria.
"Ugh, why won't she get out of my head?!" furiously, she shampooed and ran her fingers through her hair, desperate for something to take her mind off her classmate. She finished washing, determined to quickly brush her teeth and go to bed. 
Sleep would be safe. 
Safe from Maria. 
She didn't dream much anymore...
Stepping out of the shower, she quickly dried her hair and body and wrapped herself in a towel. She grabbed her toothbrush and began to brush furiously. Cleaning her toothbrush, she stuffed it back into place and washed her hands.
She repeated the events of her first day in class over and over in her head. 
It had become a daily ritual to her. 
She stared at herself in the mirror long and hard, taking in everything. Her azure blue eyes, her blonde hair, loose as it cascaded off her shoulders, her lithe frame, everything.
No matter how hard she tried to feel something different when replaying that day in her head, they made her feel warm and happy. 
Nervous and yet not. 
Butterflies swarmed in her chest and her throat constricted a little.
"I am not a lesbian," she whispered. 
Still the feeling persisted.
"I am not a lesbian," nothing. 
Slowly, she raised her hand.
"I am not a lesbian," she whispered again as if saying it will change anything.
"I am not a lesbian," she whispered again, her hand shaking just before it went flying and slapped her. 
Hard.
"I am not a lesbian."
Slap.
"I am not a lesbian."
Slap.
"I am not a lesbian."
Slap.
"I am not a lesbian."
Slap. 
"I am not a lesbian," she repeated in a harsh whisper as tears began to gather in the corner of her eyes. 
Slap.
"I. Am not. A lesbian."
A knocking on her bathroom door snapped her out of her daze. "Mistress? Are you all right? You have been in there for quite a long time-" called out one of her maids. 
"Yes! I'm fine! Just-got lost in my thoughts!" she screamed back as she washed the tears from her eyes.
"-ok then. I changed your sheets and laid out your nightgown on your bed," said the maid before leaving. 
"Thank you!" called out Angelica before she sighed in relief as she opened the door and walked into her bedroom.
Her room was big. Enormously so. Big enough to host an entire orchestra. At the centre laid a large, white canopy bed with blue sheets and blue pillows and a white curtain hung down on it, with a blue nightgown laying on it spread out. The bed itself was big enough that she could have her entire class sleep on it and still have room to share. The setting sun was shining its rays through the large window, colouring her normally white room in an orange colour. 
She put on her nightgown and sat down at the dresser and began to brush her golden hair. She sighed as she stared out the window. 
"Mother and father still aren't back-" her gaze focused on a lonely bird that was flying through the air and to two other, older looking birds, as they all fly away into the setting sun.
"-Happy Birthday to me-"




Aljoša Rodinger, pen name AL Rodinger, is a 21-year-old writer and amateur boxer currently studying history and English literature at the University of Maribor. He was born on 1.7.1999 in Maribor, Slovenia and attended the Rada Robič Elementary School in Limbuš. He began to take interest in the English language from a very early age and by the beginning of his 6th grade was already a fluent speaker of the language. After finishing his elementary school education, he attended the First Grammar School in Maribor as a student of the classics, where he was exposed to a lot of in-depth history, as well as both Latin and ancient Greek. It is there where he began and later on finished writing his book, Killjoys. It is also around this time where he began practicing boxing. After graduating, he enrolled in the University of Maribor as a student of both history and English literature. Currently, he is also employed at the Marbior Slovene National Theatre as an usher. 

“If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same. Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, and - which is more - you'll be a man, my son.”

These are the words that start our tale of four friends, their deep and personal friendship and their own coming of ages, where they finally come to terms with their own flaws and manage to find perfection in being imperfect and broken. It is a story about accepting yourself with all of your strengths and weakness, living life with all of its ups and downs, experiencing pain and joy, confronting both your inner demons as well as the people closest to you. 

Our character’s lives are entwined with discrimination, hatred, addiction and death, yet it always seems that there is some resemblance of light, of contempt at the end of the dark and long tunnel before us. We just simply have to find a way to get to it and make our own path.

"Hotness is not just about looks. It's about personality and sense of humour, too. And, there isn't anyone hotter than my girl."
...
There's a knock on the door again.
"Naira, it's me. I need my phone back."
"Oh, I don't know any 'me'. The only me I know is me, so whoever you are, leave before you get thrashed by me," my voice gets muffled through the door.
"I just need to speak with you and have my phone back. You can help out a fellow, no?"
"What do you have to say to me?" The curious cat in me makes me crack open the door again, looking at the pair of dark brown eyes staring at me. I frown as I stare at his familiar features, trying to place where I've seen him before I was even kidnapped. 
"Firstly hand me my phone," he demands, and I shake my head, about to close the door again when he places his foot in between the door, stopping me. "At least listen to me."
"No," I narrow my eyes at him. "And, if you don't leave right now, I'll call the police and tell them that you've been stalking me."
The tattooed man shakes his head, "I haven't been stalking you. I told you before that I've changed. Why would you even remotely think that I've been stalking you?!"
"Oh, let's see," I say drily, "Maybe the fact that you're standing at my door when I never gave you my address? Oh, how about you're in the same city as me? First, you were in Panaji, and now you're in Delhi. At the same time as me! Coincidence? I think not! Oh, oh, how about you're here only when Ayan is not at home? That's because you were right outside my house, waiting for the right opportunity, and when Ayan left, you decided to intrude."
"Ayan's not at home? Why would he be at your place?" His forehead wrinkles in a frown.
"Oh, uh," I click my tongue in disapproval for slipping up. "He's my husband," I lie, recalling how I had been mistaken for Ayan's wife. "Why won't my husband be here with me?"
I grimace inwardly at the constant use of 'husband'. If Ayan was here, he would have made a cocky remark. I shake my head to get rid of my thoughts, looking back at the tattooed man. Considering the circumstances, I think Ayan would first beat him to a pulp and then make a cocky remark.
"You can drop the act. It's just us two..." he trails off. "Ayan isn't your husband."
I look at him baffled, and he rolls his eyes, adding, "At least not yet."
"But- uh, back there," I wave my hand awkwardly. "When, I was, uh, kidnapped, which you had a big role to play in," I say in a flat, distant voice, "You all thought that I was Ayan's wife..."
"Yeah, I lied to protect you," he says, running a hand over his sparse beard.
"If what you did is called protecting, then you should never protect anyone. Please, I beg you," I implore, joining hands. "Stop acting like a fucking saint. Stop stalking me. Just stop. Go away. When I imagined my adult life, I didn't imagine talking to one of my kidnappers so... so informally. Neither did I expect to be kidnapped!"
"Naira, there's so much you don't know. I-"
"And what?! Are you going to tell me?" I cut him off, anger bubbling inside me for always being kept out of everything.
Ah, I guess this is how Ansh felt too.
Silence.
He just stands in silence, shaking his head surreptitiously. "I'm sorry, I can't di-"
"Get out, or I'll call the police right now. And I'll do it with your phone," I say heatedly, clenching my jaw. Maybe he needs another slap before he leaves...
"I know this looks bad for me, but I really need that phone, Naira. It's a matter of life and death," he says, making me snort. "I'm serious," he says coldly.
"Why? What's in that phone that's so important that your life is at risk?" I cross my arms, scrutinising his every move.
"My credentials," he says, staring dead straight into my eyes, causing me to avert my eyes. "If it gets in the wrong hands, my family could be in danger."
Taking all the courage I have, I lean closer to his face, uttering, "I. Don't. Care."
He remains as still as a statue and unblinking, concealing how my words affect me.
"You can't possibly be that cruel..." he says in a thin voice.
"I can be. Watch me," I say, proceeding to shut the door in his face when his next words cause a chill to pass through me, shaking me to the core.
"Fine. I mean, if you want Tara to be harmed again, what else can I say?"
"What did you just say to me?" I explode. "You have some fucking nerve showing up on my door and threatening me. You put one finger on her, and I'll-"
"I didn't mean me. You should know who I meant by now," he mentions. "He'll... I don't think he'll spare you this time."
"He was the one who dropped his gun. Not me," I mumble before my eyes widen in shock. "He's here?! Am I going to get kidnapped again?"
I groan, "Last time was horrible. The mice..." I shudder. "I don't want to relive that."
He stares at me in disbelief, "That was the worst part? How does Ayan tolerate you?"
"Just get out," I sigh, not buying his bluff. If he was here, I would have known by now. But then the mail...
I look at him again, opening my mouth to mention the mail I got, but decide against it at the last moment. He's not trustworthy in spite of what he keeps saying.
"I don't think boss knows about you and Tara yet-yes, I know Tara lives with you," he adds when I gasp. "But he knows I'm here, and he would do anything to take me back. As far as I know him, he'll start by taking my phone, and since it's with you..." he shrugs, letting the rest of the unspoken words hang in the air.
"Fine," I gulp; Tara's safety is more important than my pettiness. "I'll give you your damn phone. Only because it's a matter of life and death for you. But if you dare cross me," I warn, "Just remember that I know how you look."
"You're not good at threats, but okay, I'm pissing my pants in fear," he visibly shudders, mocking me.
I ignore his comment and go to my room before shutting the door so that he can't enter.
"Have you eaten yet?" I ask Tara, who is colouring in her colouring book.
"I'm not hungry," she shakes her head, and I sigh, "I'll ask Ansh to make something for you. You know you have to ask either Ayan or Ansh to make you breakfast daily," I facepalm. "I don't understand why you never ask."
"Where's that phone?" I ask when I leave the room, calling Ayan, who picks up on the third ring.
"I missed you too, sunflower," he says, and I can hear him grinning across the phone.
"What? I didn't miss you!" I shriek, raising my hands in the air.
"Shh, it's okay. I told you, I missed you too. You don't need excuses to call me when I'm not around you. You can call me any time you feel like, I'll always answer you."
I sigh. He's just as annoying on a phone call as he is in real life.
"Do you know where that phone is kept?" I ask again.
"You mean after you broke the screen in anger?..." he trails off, and I grit my teeth even though he can't see me.
"Yes. That's exactly what I mean, Ayan. Do you know where it is?"
"Yeah, it's in the cupboard-"
"Hold on," I say, walking into his room and opening the cupboard. "Found it, thanks."
"No problem, sunflower. I'm-"
I cut the call. 
...
"I got your phone," I tell the tattooed man, who frowns when I open the door.
"I thought you left me here..."
"I won't lie, it was a tempting offer," I say, grinning at him.
"Just hand me the phone," he says impatiently, and I shake my head.
"Tell me your name first," I demand, and he looks at me weirdly.
"What will you do with my name?" he questions, giving me an odd look.
"It's fair that I know your name since you know mine. Besides, it's exhausting to refer to you as 'tattooed man'. Please do me a favour and give me your name," I say, smiling at him.
"Sure, my name is-"
"Who are you talking to, Naira?" Ansh calls out, and I glance at him over my shoulder.
"Oh, just some guy, he, uh," I say, pointing towards the tattooed man, who is no longer standing at the door, and neither is his phone in my hand.


Two families. An arranged marriage. 
What could possibly go wrong?

A story filled with love, laughter and lots of embarrassment.
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"You can't find someone so pretty, smart, funny, stubborn, mature, childlike, fearless, shy, insecure, emotional, no bullshit; all at the same time."

"You're like a broken compass. You are either happy or just fucking annoyed with everything. Either way, you don't know exactly how you feel and what you want."

Despite not wanting to get married, when Naira's family insists her to tie the knot, she decides to give Ayan a chance. Cocky, friendly, and extremely attractive, he shares an unlikely trail of secrets that haunt his past and come knocking down his present. Getting kidnapped, temporarily adopting a seven-year-old, attending a marriage, making new friends... Naira does it all. Amid all the chaos, she'll find not only love but also herself.

"Your laugh wrinkles your forehead. It touches my foolish heart."

"You're like a book I keep on reading but can't remember. Every time I read, I find a new section, a new paragraph, a new sentence."

_________________________________________________

The characters are both Indian and reside in Delhi as of now.

"Concentrate on your food. You shouldn't be worried about inane things like these. Instead ponder over how to improve your performance," Shaurya said brusquely. 

Mriga stopped eating and looked at him morosely, "that is a discriminating statement. The criteria for judging that task was so unfair."

He left his food and leaned back in his chair. 

In a deceptively soft voice, he asked, "is that so? Please elucidate."

Her throat was suddenly dry. She hadn't expected him to ask her to explain. Till date, she hadn't expressed her dissatisfaction about the evaluation of tasks to anyone, not even Ishani. She cursed her runaway tongue for saying it loud in front of a near stranger, that too a teacher. 

The assignments and tasks were prepared by the teachers and departments after putting in a lot of research and thoughts behind them. So, if anyone was to point out a mistake, it was taken really seriously. 

"I am waiting to hear your argument," Shaurya reminded her.

"Please don't get me wrong. I am not complaining. It is just that you gave us pamphlets which were promoting opening of a new clothes store for women. Hence, I tried looking for people who would be the relevant target for such information. I didn't want to hand over the sheets to busy looking men who wouldn't bother to keep the parchment till they reached home in the evening and meet their families. I avoided giving these to kids who probably would make figures out of the paper and play with it. Due to this sifting process in my head, I got delayed," she gulped down a glass of water after speaking the words. 

With lowered eyes, she waited for his response. After a beat of silence, she looked up to see his attention snared elsewhere. Following his gaze, she saw a gorgeous young woman entering the eatery. 

"Here's the money to pay for the lunch. Finish and go back to the store. I will see you there," with that, he was gone. 

"So much for wanting to hear my story," Mriga thought savagely. 

That evening, she had finished putting everything in order by the time the boys returned back from their tasks. She had also explored the nearby shops and made friends with the owners. There had been no sign of Shaurya since the lunch. 

"It seems that you are good at cleaning and mopping. Maybe you should apply to the housekeeping department," Abhirath remarked snidely in front of everyone. 

She ignored him and went to sit next to Vandit, "how was your day? Did you have to travel far?"

Before he could reply, Shaurya entered the store and addressed them, "since the four of you came back within stipulated time, you all have completed the task for the day. Let me show you your lodging place where you can go and unwind. You need to report back sharp at 6am tomorrow."

Mriga looked askance, hoping he would ask her to go along as well. 

"Wait for me here," with that abrupt statement, he left. 

"Does this mean I am being thrown out of the internship?" she thought miserably.

She tried to steel herself for whatever was coming next.

"No matter what, I am not going to cry. I can always go and apply to the finance department as Yash had suggested. I am good at numbers. I would be welcomed with open arms there," she tried to keep her spirits high. 

"Where are you lost?" Shaurya had come back without her realizing so and was looking at her with mild irritation. 

She stood up hastily. 

"I have an important task to carry out tonight. I need an extra pair of eyes for that. Are you willing to come along?" he asked brusquely.   

It took her a minute to realise that he wasn't asking to pack her bags and leave the place. She nodded her head vigorously in agreement.

"Follow me," he went inside the room behind the store. 

"These clothes may be slightly bigger in size but I want you to change into them quickly," he instructed.

Standing in the tiny bathroom, she rolled up the long sleeves of the kurta. Despite pulling the drawstrings of the pajama, it threatened to fall off any minute. She came out holding it around the waist. Shaurya looked at her and gave her a belt to tie around. He had managed to change into a similar garb as the morning, except thankfully, it wasn't smelly. Finally, her attire seemed to hold itself in place.

"Stand straight and don't make a noise," with that, he took a piece of charcoal and started colouring her face, fingers, nails and feet. 

Next, he tied her hair in a tight bun and gave her a dirty looking rag to wrap around her head. He rubbed his hands in a pot filled with mud and smudged those dusty hands on his clothes and hers.

"After we leave the confines of the store, I want you to strictly follow my instructions. You will not speak a word to anyone we meet…remember, not a single syllable. Secondly, you will use your eyes and ears to observe all the activity which takes place around you. You shall follow my lead, sit when I sit, walk when I walk. Got it?" he asked sharply.

Excitement had turned her mute. She was bursting with questions but dared not ask him lest he changed his mind about taking her along with. 

Nodding her head vigorously, she gave him yet another dazzling smile. 

"Let's go," he said abruptly.

Shauryaveer, an orphan who doesn’t care about his roots, only lives and breathes for the country. A brilliant spy and tactician, he nurses a broken heart and keeps people and their pretensions, at bay. Can unexpected romance find its way through, to his heart one more time or will the future snatch away his second chance at achieving happiness, once again? 
 
Yashvardhan, a dutiful son and a sincere student, is on the threshold of discovering his soulmate. He carries the legacy of his mother’s unfulfilled ambitions and lingering angst. Will his love pass the litmus test or will it succumb under the weight of these expectations?
 
Mrignayani, a bright spark in her parents’ universe, is a cheerful girl with ordinary dreams.  She aspires for true love, and a sweet, uncomplicated life. She can’t wait to grow up!!!
 
A tale of treachery, honesty, betrayal, loyalty, struggles and undying love…a tale of a brave girl who is unaware of the life changing events that await her. 

Welcome to the world of Mrignayani, the Warrior Princess...

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