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Children stories involving gruffalos. 

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Han Kuan said with both shame and anger, "You deserve your big name, detective Zhao. I thought that my plan was flawless, but I didn't expect that my wife's recording would fail to remove your suspicion about me!"
He then added, "I really want to know what the loophole was in my plan! What was it that aroused your suspicion?"
Zhao Yu replied seriously with his own question, "Do you really want to know the reason? Ha ha. I forget! All I remember is that your performance was too perfect. All of the evidence seemed like it waiting for us to find it."
Then, Zhao Yu tried to recall, "Actually, I think that if it wasn't for that recording, maybe I wouldn't have suspected you at all! But... I can't be sure..."
Han Kuan had his head bowed and became even more depressed. "It seems that I ruined my plan with that extra recording pen. In fact, she recorded that a long time ago. At that time, she had not yet discovered my secret."
He shook his head, then said, "I wrote a few short stories and wanted to send them to a magazine, but that magazine went bankrupt. So, she recorded the audio and wanted to publish a small collection of audio stories on an audio website. However, because of copyright issues, she ended up not doing that."
He paused, then added, "Actually... If it hadn't been for the audio... I... Maybe I wouldn't have killed her!"
Han Kuan shook his head again, then asked with regret, "Why did I kill her for a silly piece of audio? Detective Zhao, do you think I'm mad?"
"Well... You have to ask yourself... Was it really for the audio? How did your wife discover your secret?" Zhao Yu asked.
"Everything... It's all my fault!" Han Kuan waved his hand and his eyes became watery. "I totally forgot about my devil suit, just like 11 Kills... Left it in my parents' basement!"
"Huh? You forgot?" Zhao Yu asked in surprise.
"Yes!" Han Kuan said helplessly. "I finally understand why the Buddha and the Devil went two different ways. Mahayana seeks enlightenment not for themselves alone, but for all sentient beings. But, the Devil is born in one's heart and will eventually lead you to destruction!"
He shook his head, then said, "Detective Zhao, I guess you don't know that I destroyed my original devil suit when I came back from Jiangxing County to Beiqian."
"Oh?" Zhao Yu was quite surprised to hear this.
"I panicked, as I knew that the suit was evidence of my crime, so on my way back to Beiqian, I found a deserted place and burned everything!" Han Kuan sighed, then said, "That's one of the reasons why I stopped killing at that time!"
Only then did Zhao Yu understand why the Devil Case murders had come to an abrupt end so suddenly.
"But, the devil had taken root in me by then, and burning the suit alone couldn't eliminate my desire to kill!" Han Kuan continued. "A year later, the police started to investigate the Devil Case, and I had to make a new suit to frame Mr. Lang for the murders."
He paused to take a breath, then continued, "While I was making the new suit, I was almost unable to resist the impulse of killing again! It's like there was a real devil calling me, telling me what to do..."
Han Kuan once again fell into a state of seeming insanity as he said mysteriously, "So, even though it was a long time after I made the first suit for the Devil Case, I made an even better devil suit at that time! The mask, cloak, fire, sound effects... Everything was perfect! Then... I just needed a victim."
Upon hearing Han Kuan's words, Zhao Yu felt a chill run up his spine. It felt as if a devil with sharp teeth and claws had really appeared in front of him!
Unexpectedly, when Han Kuan came to the most critical point, his nervous look suddenly changed and his eyes showed tenderness as he said, "But… At that time, three things completely changed my life! First, the chat forum was closed, so I couldn't find any suitable targets. Second, my novel was published! Third... I met my wife."
He smiled as he recalled, "Our sweet love eventually eliminated my desire to kill people. She is the one who always appreciated my talent and understood me the most in the world! Even when I quit my job, she married me without hesitation..."
He swallowed hard, then said, "After we got married, we lived a very happy life. Her cheerful personality complemented mine. We never had any conflicts, and every day was wonderful. I didn't disappoint her, either. With the publication of my novel, I earned more money than my old salary at work and could provide her with better living conditions."
He then added, "Although we had no children, this never affected our love. At that time, I devoted myself entirely to writing and forgot all about my past guilt and crimes. I put the devil suit in a metal box and buried it under the bricks in the room in the south!"
He paused for a moment, then continued, "In the years after we got married, I thought several times about getting rid of it… But I always thought that it was okay to leave it there. Even when the police found it, they couldn't take it as decisive evidence, as it was found too many years after the Devil Case occurred."
Han Kuan then said hopelessly, "However, I just thought about the police… Totally forgetting about my wife! She went to school in Beiqian, so she knew a lot about the Devil Case! One day, when she unexpectedly dug out the box, everything came crumbling down!"
He then looked up at Zhao Yu, and before the detective could even ask, he said, "Don't ask me... I don't know! I really don't know how she found the box and dug it out. It was buried under the bricks. But, anyway, she found it!"
Han Kuan then said uncomfortably, "That day, when I got home, I saw that my box had been dug out! Then, she was acting like a totally different person toward me! She wouldn't say a word to me, and no matter how I tried to explain it, she wouldn't listen."
Han Kuan then admitted, "Detective Zhao, you were right! I was not worried about her reporting me, because I firmly believed that that box was not enough evidence to prove anything! But, I really couldn't stand her change in attitude toward me!"
Han Kuan then said frantically, "Her attitude towards me changed completely, and she became indifferent to me. What made me suffer the most was that she looked at me with horror in her eyes."
Han Kuan twisted his body as if her was in agony, then said sadly, "I couldn't bear that! My purpose of becoming the devil was to seek justice, not to frighten my wife! I simply couldn't bear it!"
He shook his head, then continued, "So... So... I couldn't let her live in fear forever... So... I..."
Han Kuan grabbed his fists and said, while trembling all over, "I... I... God… What on earth have I done to her? I killed her! And... In a way that I thought was flawless!"
Han Kuan then asked hopelessly, "Officer Zhao, is everything you have shown me true? Was she really going to forgive me? I... Why did I kill her?"
"Your killing her was real, and your feelings are real now..." Zhao Yu looked at Han Kuan indifferently, then said, "But, your selfishness is also real! The Devil is just an excuse that you are using to comfort yourself!"
"Excuse... You really think that is just an excuse?" Han Kuan's eyes blurred with his tears.
"Han Kuan, you need to wake up!" Zhao Yu said solemnly. "We all must pay for what we do! Do you think that you can escape the law?"
At this point, Zhao Yu finally smiled with relief as he added, "Even if I've never been to Golden City and I'd never met you, you couldn't get away with it. I would definitely catch you in the end!"


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

As a small compensation that the last chapter took so long, I thought: I'll show you alternative ways how the story could have gone.
1. the bloodthirsty hunter:
In the beginning, Jaguar was supposed to be the antagonist of the story. He should have slightly grey skin and be more like Frankenstein's creature. He should be Talon's most brutal killer and be known for drinking the blood of his victims and because of his enormous regeneration he is almost impossible to kill. The real hero should be a bounty hunter, whose family was once killed by Jaguar, right in front of his eyes.
He or she (this was not yet certain) should join Overwatch to find Jaguar and take revenge on him. For this purpose he/she has made a spear of shining blue metal, which blocks his regeneration. In the end the hero, with Tracer's help (the two have come very close in the course of the story), defeats Jaguar by ramming the spear into Jaguar's heart. Jaguar's corpse then disintegrates, leaving only a black skeleton with silver teeth. The hero then decides to stay with Overwatch and with Tracer.


2. the next generation:
Another idea was: Overwatch stormed a secret lab and Tracer found a kid with silver teeth and claws. Overwatch takes care of him and with his curiosity and skills he often causes chaos. 20 years later he is the leader of a new generation of Overwatch agents.


2.5. The voice:
My actual desired candidate for Jaguar's voice was the actor and musician Sascha Rotermund (voice of Benedict Cumberbatch in The Hobbit, Star Trek and the Marvel movies, Jon Hamm, Armie Hammer, Dan Stevens in "Beauty and the Beast" or currently as the voice of Mandalorian in the series. Furthermore many audio books and audio plays.
    
However, he was already the German voice of Baptiste. So someone new had to be found.


3. the special investigator:
One plan was for Jaguar, instead of a pirate, to be a "Special Investigator of the British Kingdom". So someone who would be called in when " strange" things happened. Agents of the secret service found him in the jungle and brought him (after he bit off a commander's hand) to England. Where they trained him (not completely voluntarily) as a special investigator. He was dismissed, however, and spent his time as a bounty hunter, private investigator and adventure. He is supported by an AI called MINA, which is on a microchip transplanted into him. MINA is very childish and rebellious, the two often fight over words. After meeting Overwatch several times, he later joined them.
The idea comes from the German audio play series: "Oscar Wilde and Mycroft Holmes Special Investigator of the Crown" and "Cyberdetective" in which Sascha Rotermund plays the leading role in both.
P. S. Jaguar's story he reads to the agents is the content of Frank Schätzing's novel " Tod und Teufel" (engl. "Death and Devil"). With the difference that the novel is set in Cologne and that not the Queen but the bishop is to be murdered.
The ghost train story is a tribute to the Audible audio play series "Ghostsitter". The first part is now also available in English on Audible. Take the risk to listen to it, it's worth it.


What do you think, would you guys have liked one of the stories better?

A dangerous killer, who was thought to be dead long ago, has emerged from obscurity and calls Overwatch into action. But is he really the real enemy?

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Spoiler:
Tracer x OC

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2006 - Metropolis, Kansas - Coffee Shop

I was finishing up an article for The Daily Planet, when I looked up and a blonde woman sat opposite me. She held a turquoise amulet in her fingers that was dangling from her neck and said, "You're that reporter Clark Kent, right? You break all those big news pieces?"

I answered, "Yes. Can I help you?"

"You're going to listen to everything I say. You're going to follow all of my orders." The amulet seemed to glow with her commands.

I stared at it for a while before looking into her eyes and said, "Awfully bossy, aren't you?"

"What!?" She exclaimed in surprise.

"Your name is Simone and you're trying to use mind control," I said.  

I snatched the necklace from around her neck and threw it to the ground and stomped on it, destroying it.

"Luckily, since I'm an important reporter for the most prominent newspaper of record, I have set up several precautions including these special glasses that filter out potential visual-based mind control methods. Now, if I ever catch you doing this again, I will run an article on the front page of The Daily Planet that involves you drugging and raping men. I also won't fail to mention that you murdered your father for a priceless piece of jewelry to fund your extravagant lifestyle. I'll have to take some liberties with the story, but the truth of the matter is that your days of taking advantage of people via that mystical gem are over." I stated confidently. "Now, tell me...did Lex Luthor send you after me?"

"How did you...there's no way you could know that!" Simone declared.

"I'm the best reporter at The Daily Planet. You don't think I got to where I am without my investigative skills? Now...are you going to answer my questions? Or do we have a new topic for the front page involving Lex Luthor hiring a seductress to stop the Freedom of the Press?" I threatened her.

Simone looked panicked, "Yes, you're right. It was Lex Luthor. He ordered me to insinuate myself into your life and find out how you break all these news stories, to get all of your sources, if they are multiple people, target them, and give all the information to Lex Luthor so he can eliminate them. Then, when I pumped you dry of information, I was instructed to have you write a suicide note about all the lives you destroyed, then kill yourself."

"Wow. That's quite the elaborate plan Lex cooked up. Since you're being so forthcoming, I don't mind making the story more favorable to you. How do you feel about helping turn this around on Lex Luthor?" I proposed.

"And how would you manage to do that?" Simone asked.

"Well, if you're willing to go on the record that Lex Luthor gave you these orders, make a signed confession, and go to the police with your story. And let's make audio and visual recordings for good measure for my story to hold up… then, I'm willing to not only give you some cash, a new identity, and a one-way trip to any city on the planet. All you have to do is name the price. How much cash would that cost? My backers have deep pockets, and if I can get another article on Lex Luthor doing something like this, they'd be willing to spend money to help further tarnish his reputation." I offered.

"One million in cash. And if you can get your contact to set me up with a new identity, we have a deal," Simone said. "And I've always been partial to Australia."

"Done. That shouldn't be a problem." I said.

We went to the police and made a statement, I recorded her via video and audio, she even had an audio recording that she made on her phone of Lex Luthor threatening her - we got all of it. I had her talk to the FBI as well. Then, I gave her the money (from one of my many drug den takedowns), used Kelex to set her up with a new identity, discreetly knocked her out, and flew her to Sydney, Australia. Finally, I went forward with publishing the story to further tarnish Lex Luthor's reputation.

Lex Luthor Threatened Woman to Seduce Daily Planet Reporter in Order to Expose the Reporter's Sources; Luthor Also Conspired to Kill Reporter
By: Clark Kent

Needless to say, Lex Luthor lawyered up immediately. This would take him a while to deal with. Even if he manages to get out of the legal trouble, this has further damaged his already terrible reputation. Since Simone is still alive (and neutralized through the destruction of her mystical hypnosis amulet), she can be used to testify against Lex Luthor whenever needed. Nevertheless, my audio and video evidence is very damning. Simone fulfilled her purpose of my campaign to destroy Lex Luthor through legal means. And since my story was solid, he can't sue for libel.

I transmigrated into the body of a teenage Clark Kent in the Smallville universe. What will I do differently?

They reached the place, and the man jiggled the keys as if it was a habit. The lock clicked, and Liu Xiaodan pushed open the door, feeling a weird draft coming from inside. He walked in with the trolley and moved to where the lights should be. As soon as the lights opened, he was forced to take in the eerie feel of the place.
Tang Mingming reached to close the door and looked around as much as Liu Xiaodan did. None of them had entered this place before. 
The audio-visual room was not in use anymore, but it wasn't demolished. The rows of chairs were still there as well as the yellowed white screen in front. However, as it was discolored, creased, and uneven; Liu Xiaodan stepped forward to remove the white screen.
"Oh, he's fixing it...?"
He almost stopped when he heard a sliver of a voice from behind. His eyes were very sharp, and he could see anything that was with them in the room. He swore that the audio-visual room was empty; to hear a voice all of a sudden...?
He looked back and saw no one but Tang Mingming sitting down in the last row. The other wasn't planning to help out, which was fine since he was just tagging along. 
Liu Xiaodan had set up private screening before so he was efficient. He replaced the white screen with what was given to him by the librarian. Moreover, he fixed the alignment of the chairs that seemed to be messed after a few had last used it.
The only vexing part was that the machine was the old model, and Liu Xiaodan prayed while setting up the machine gently. If he was Ruan Jin, he would have set it up in a jiffy—no matter the model. 
Then, he asked Tang Mingming which he wanted to see, but a few more voices voted. In the end, Liu Xiaodan played the old adventure movie.
After everything was in place, he sat on the last row next to Tang Mingming while waiting for the reel to start. Guangru climbed to his lap and sat there, not even caring about the extra person. He wanted to see what Liu Xiaodan was happy to see.
Ten... nine... eight...
"Shhh... it's starting..."
Seven... six... five...
"You're on my seat. Move it."
Liu Xiaodan began hearing louder voices even if it was just him and Tang Mingming inside. 
The audio-visual room was wide enough to house almost a hundred inmates with decent spaces as they watched. There were rows of seats up front, but they were all empty. However, Liu Xiaodan felt like all of those seats were occupied for the screening.
There were even voices talking to each other.
The room was now dark, and the only light was coming from the screen and the machine. The movie was like those old movies with no sound, only a very poor display. However, that was the only kind of visual entertainment they had in this place.
Liu Xiaodan then began looking around in the dark. To his surprise, the supposed empty seats seemed to have silhouettes of people on them. There was even a notable figure at the seat farthest from the door. The person had long hair and seemed to be a woman.
"So cute...�� He caught Tang Mingming whisper. Liu Xiaodan didn't want to take a look at him, really. However, his next words shocked the other. "Heh, the child in the movie is so cute, isn't he, Jun?"
"Your friend snuck in?" Liu Xiaodan didn't look at him. He only had a sigh that was heaved deep from inside him. The father then held onto the child on his lap, who was rather absorbed in what they were watching.
"Y-Yeah..."
"Mn."
Looking back to what the librarian tried to tell him, Liu Xiaodan remembered that this place seemed to be haunted. There were a lot of ghosts waiting to watch a movie, and they would all patiently wait for a movie to be played. It'd been years since they last saw one so they were particularly calm and excited while watching.
The father and son were also enjoying the low-quality movie. It was only low quality because of its display and the kind of reel it had. As for the story, shots, and actors; it was indeed a masterpiece.
Four hours had quickly passed while Liu Xiaodan was in the audio-visual room. The second movie just ended, and he was about to get up again to switch for the last movie. 
However, he noticed a sliver of light coming from the door. He walked to it and opened it, using a hand to shield his eyes from the lights coming from the hallway outside.
"Oh, is it over?" The voice of the librarian traveled to his ears, and Liu Xiaodan turned to see the librarian standing at the side. The librarian then hurried over and laughed out. "You rascal. Did you forget not to watch consecutively? It's past one; the guards thought you were missing and had already escaped."
"Aiya..." Liu Xiaodan only chuckled. He then looked back in the dark room before smiling at the librarian again. "Please give me a second."
He switched on the lights and was about to kill off the machine, but voices traveled to his ears. Encore, encore. These ghosts were so demanding. They just finished that movie. 
However, Liu Xiaodan only switched the reels to replay the last movie. He then left it on before leaving the audio-visual room.
The librarian had long heard that the audio-visual room was still crowded by a number of souls. Riot after riot happened in that place before, and souls were bound to it and the machine itself. He didn't really believe things like those until he saw Guangru. Right now, he even heard faint voices asking for an encore.
He could only close his eyes as he regulated his breathing and his heart rate. That was also a reason why he didn't bother asking why Liu Xiaodan left the machine rolling even if he wasn't around.
...
After showing his face to the guards and explaining that he was in the audio-visual room, Liu Xiaodan was pretty much let off by the guards. The librarian came with him, and their cameras did show him going to the audio-visual room. When he was released, he went back to the audio-visual room with two more films. This time, he was careful not to miss dinner.
In the middle of the fifth film for the day, loud bangs echoed from the door of the audio-visual room. The room's temperature dipped so badly like all the ghosts were unhappy that they were being disturbed. This was also the reason why the librarian didn't barge in earlier; he heard rumors about the bad ends of disturbing a screening.
Liu Xiaodan was also annoyed by it. He got up from his seat to answer the door. However, before he could open it, a strong kick burst the door open. The light from outside showed a tall silhouette, and a bulky figure entered the room along with his minions. One even slapped the switch to hopefully blind Liu Xiaodan after being here for so long.
A low-pitched hiss came from the collection of souls inside, but Liu Xiaodan only backed off and reached behind him to turn off the machine. Using his body as a cover, he pushed the machine's wheeled table and the trolley away to the side slowly.
"What do you want?" Liu Xiaodan was not in a good mood. He was having his peace when these people kept on finding trouble with him.
"Hehe, did I not warn you about causing trouble in my turf?" Cheng Hei and his gang invaded the deserted audio-visual room under the premise of watching with Liu Xiaodan. "You shouldn't have killed another."
Dong Qiu laughed out as he kicked at the chairs, messing their order. In a bright room with all his bros, what could go wrong even if the place had a bad reputation? 
He continued to mess the room while the other spread out as if checking out the place. Another man whistled as he took out his knife and stabbed at the white screen. Someone subsequently found the machine and tried to kick it, but a small hand grabbed his leg. He didn't let out a shriek, but he backed off.
Liu Xiaodan only stood in the middle of the loose encirclement. He glared at the man before him. "Cheng Hei... Cheng pig, you're really asking to be sent off..."
Cheng pig?! That was the second time he was called Cheng pig that day! 
He gritted his teeth and went to dash towards the man. If this Liu Xiaodan really wanted to die, then he didn't even need to wait for his trial to come. He could vanish for lunch so he could also vanish for dinner, right? 
If he just left the corpse in the audio-visual room, would someone be courageous enough to pick it up?
Right, everyone knew the stories about the audio-visual room, and to have this man hang out in the place for so long? He was insane—surely, he was terrifyingly insane!
"You're the one being sent off!" Cheng Hei grabbed Liu Xiaodan by the neck and pulled his other fist to deliver a deathly blow. He wanted to cave in this bastard's face once and for all. However...
Catch! Liu Xiaodan used a hand and effortlessly caught the deathly punch. If anything, Liu Xiaodan should be injured at least because of the punching power of Cheng Hei. What made everyone freeze was that he just lazily put out his hand and caught the punch.
"Cheng Hei, you're awfully hated by hundreds of people right now." Liu Xiaodan felt his blood boil and his heart shake in anger; however, none of these emotions surfaced his face. 
His dark eyes were cold and dead as if he was not even alive. "I have a child, and he could take you anywhere he wanted. If he throws you to the incinerator of the prison, no one will even know."
"Child...?" Cheng Hei's eyes quivered a little. He remembered that beautiful child whose hair was damp with blood. He then gritted his teeth as he tried to force his fist past Liu Xiaodan's hold. 
"You don't scare me! Incinerate?! I will incinerate you and make sure that your mother would never find you again!
"Right... your mother... she's a beauty, isn't she?" Cheng Hei then made a slow sinister grin. "Liu Xiaodan, are you aware that I can walk in and out of this prison as I please? What say you...? 
"I will just knock you out for now... and then I will take your mother and enjoy her before killing you both? Pleasing, isn't it?"
Upon hearing his words, Liu Xiaodan froze. After so, his eyes widened before he smiled widely like a malevolent, vengeful entity.
"Plea... sing?" He dropped his head to the side like his neck was broken. "Isn't it?"

Just when Liu Xiaodan thought that his strange, mundane life was at its peak after meeting the ghost child he named Guangru, the child ended up being a gateway to the past that he had never wished to unlock... and a future he could only brace for.

Through his blood came a mystery that had soon given birth to an existence that everyone wanted to subdue yet no one would like to meet. Liu Xiaodan was destined to stand at the top of the food chain, but would he use his powers for good? Or would he rather lock himself away from the light forever? After all, his kind... was the strongest in the dark.

This is the monster that he chose to become.

[COMPLETED BY JUNE 30, 2021]

This story is a work of fiction. Similarities to people, living or dead, are coincidental. No, the child is NOT the object of affection.

Winter, Mandy and Layla trotted through the luscious, carpeted hallways of Golden Academy High arm in arm. Layla whispered, "I hope Mrs. Scrimen is absent more often. I love joint classes with Star's potential. We get to be privy to all the gossip first hand." Mandy gushed, "Right?!" Winter just smiled and rolled her eyes, "What are we doing in the audio visual room anyway?" "We usually watch movies in there." "Educational movies?" Layla shook her head, "All kinds of movies." Winter laughed, "I forgot about how unconventional this school was for a second there."
They reached the audio visual room and Winter's eyes met dark blue ones. She nodded and then looked away. Layla nudged her in the ribs. "Hey! What was that for?" Mandy smiled, "No more secrets." Winter laughed, "Okay okay. No more secrets." They all hugged in what seemed to be a notion of agreement. Layla pointed, "Let's go sit over there." Winter followed Mandy and Layla while scoffing at the term 'audio visual room'. *This is nothing less than a glorified movie theater. Well, that said, it's to be expected from the rich and wasteful.* When they sat down Winter heard a rustling in the seat beside her, "Hey Sparky. Another joint class. You must be feeling lucky today." Winter turned her head to see Jax in all his arrogant glory, "Ah you're in this class too? Just when I thought I was going to relax and actually enjoy this movie. How unfortunate." Jax chuckled.
Cornell stood at the front of the audio visual room, "Alright as you know due to Mrs. Scrimen's absence we are having joint classes for the rest of the day. Both my class and Star's potential have been mixed together. You morons are in the audio visual room to do what? Watch a movie yeah. We don't want to hear your voices we want to hear the movie. So shut it. All of you." Winter smirked at how uncouth Cornell was. *How could such an elegant school grant admission to such a bumbling idiot? It's a paradox.* Winter felt Jax staring at her and turned to look at him. He rested his chin in his hand, "What I wouldn't give to know what thoughts are running around in that pretty little head of yours Winter Knight." Winter laughed sarcastically, "What I wouldn't give to keep from knowing yours." The movie started and the boisterous conversation filling the room, morphed into a dull whisper. Winter studied the characters displayed on the screen. She noted their roles, attitudes and behaviors, body language, and backgrounds. Winter knew what the ending would be before the movie was halfway through. She mumbled, "She finds her sister and gives back the money." Jax raised his eyebrows and Winter shrugged before getting up and whispering, "I have to go to the bathroom." Mandy nodded, "Want us to come with?" Winter giggled silently, "No. I think I can find my way there." Winter walked out of the movie room. *Ugh how boring.* She rounded the corner and ran into Sam. His dark, crimson eyes seemed to pierce into her very soul. Sam scoffed, obviously annoyed. "You seriously just keep finding excuses to bump into me don't you?" Winter rolled her eyes, "Sorry do I know you?" Sam kept walking, ignoring her. "You're skipping the movie too?" Sam didn't respond. Winter leaned against the wall, *He's an arrogant jerk too isn't he? Seems like this school is crawling with them.* She smirked. *Well we can't have that now can we?*
 Winter put her hands in her pockets and strolled around the campus, finally had a moment for herself to explore. She looked around examining the decorations. *Someone very meticulously designed this place.* Her mind wandered to the headmaster, contemplating all the possibilities of his identity. Winter shook her head. She stumbled upon the library. The walls were lined with rows and rows of books, crystal chandeliers that were expensively designed hung from the ceiling, arches with painstakingly detailed patterns, carpets that have the grandest style. The drapes were an eye catching scarlet and made of silk. It was dimly lit as to protect the words on the pages of each book from harsh, unflattering lighting. Her eyes sparkled as she walked in and saw the lavishness that defined the library's display. *This is... the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.* Winter pondered for a moment, eyeing the scene. *Which also means someone cares about his books.* 
Winter wandered aimlessly through the breadth layout for the books. She noticed someone further down the isle and hid to observe them. Winter recognized the individual. *How did he end up here if we walked in opposite directions earlier? Multiple entrances? Secret exits? Tunnels?* For the first time, Winter looked at Sam Tudor, really looked at him. She inspected his appearance thoroughly. Her eyes ran over his dark brown curls, muscled figure, demanding stance, and towering height. She recalled his vermilion eyes, their impact. For the first time, Winter understood his magnetism. She understood the charisma others found in his appearance; the demand for attention that someone could read in his eyes that refuse to be ignored. Sam looked around and Winter actively suppressed her presence. Sam placed the book back on the shelf and strolled away. When Winter was sure he was gone she walked to where Sam was standing and picked up his discarded book. Winter read the title of the book "Stories Untold" and turned it over in her hands. She examined the cover until someone came behind her and pinned her to the shelf. 
"You're good, but you're not that good." The charming, smooth voice muddled with sarcasm, malice and cruelty filled Winter's ears. "What are you doing here?" Winter relaxed under his unrelenting hold, "And here I thought this library was for everyone. Who knew it was another thing for Tudor use exclusively." She felt, more than heard Sam's scowl as he turned her around to face him, keeping her pinned. "Who are you?"  "Ah yes. The famous question. Wouldn't everyone like to know?" Winter's nonchalant attitude irritated Sam, she could tell by the compel behind his stare and the emotion in his face. "My name is Winter Knight. Now may I ask? Who are you?" Sam's obvious resentment due to their encounter was amusing to Winter. He growled, the poison in his eyes told Winter that Sam's patience was wearing thin. "You know who I am. You mentioned earlier 'Tudor.'" Winter rolled her eyes, "You just like hearing that everyone knows you." Sam didn't deign to respond to her, "I know you were watching me earlier." Winter cursed herself for not hiding more skillfully. "Why?" Sam pried, with the most spitefulness Winter had ever seen anyone manage. Winter averted eye contact, not used to being discovered. "I was trying to...."  "Save your lies," Sam spat, releasing Winter from his hold. He looked down at her, hatred filling his gaze. "I don't ever want to see you spying on me again. Don't talk to me. Don't look at me. Don't ask about me. Don't even think about me." With that, Winter watched Sam walk away. She smiled, still having the book in her hands. 

New town, new school, new girl. What will Winter experience during this move?

Elite school, observant girl, mysterious red-eyed boy.

Hello how are you
Let me introduce myself I am the Author of this book (reflections). This book will mainly deal with my "Reflections" and Opinions on various topics.
I started this book because I want to practice my writing and one day become an Author and make a living writing books.
I have had many thoughts and ideas; to write my own Original books. But when I sit in front of the computer I go blank
So I thought about writing a fanfic, to practice my writing, but still, I was left blank. Despite also having many ideas and story and character development. I was blank; I did not know what to write or how to put my thoughts into words.
Then one night I got the idea to write a book about my thoughts.
And so this book was born.
I decided that the first chapter would be a presentation:
To begin, I want to say that I am: a Christian, I was born in a Christian home and raised in a Christian family.
I believe that God created the Universe and everything in it.
I also think and believe that everything happens because HE allows it to happen; if "good or bad" things happen.
I really like Anime; I started watching Anime at 12 years old. The first one I saw I saw it from YouTube on my cell phone. The first anime I saw was; Rurouni kenshin or (samurai X), I saw him until the fight with Shishio, after that fight it seemed to me that he lost quality and I didn't see him again.
The second anime that I also saw from YouTube on my cell phone was Medabots. I saw all the chapters.
Later I saw inuyasha but I left him because he bothered me with inuyasha. I don't remember the reason, but it did bother me a lot XD.
Then I saw Ranma ½ that anime I liked a lot. I was surprised to learn that it was the same Author as inuyasha. I saw all the chapters. The movie and the 14 ovas. But I haven't read the manga yet.
I started looking for animes in Latin Spanish and I found Kenichi. I watched all the chapters of the anime. and some time after reading a post on Facebook an image where he posted where the anime ended to continue it in the manga. I read all the chapters of the manga
About ½ after seeing Ranma, a relative loaned us his laptop. (The reason I was watching anime with the phone was because it had no speakers and it had outdated audio drivers and I didn't know anything. I thought I had a faulty audio card, but not that it had outdated drivers. I found out in 2019. all the time thinking it was the audio card but it was the drivers when I found out I was feeling stupid and ashamed of my ignorance).
Cough cough
 
As I was saying after my relative loaned us the laptop, I started watching anime on animeflv.
There I found To Love Ru, an anime that became my favorite for a long time. I liked the comedy and how the characters interacted, as well as the personality of the protagonist. And I think it's an excellent anime (it's one of those guilty tastes that I have). But if there's one thing I have to say that I didn't like it was the excess of ecchi and fanservice on the part of the authors and I think this really hurts the job. Because it's as if the authors thought more about pleasing the readers than developing the characters and the story.
Then I saw Soul Eater, Rosario + Vampire, Katekyo Hitman Reborn. Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann and many other anime.
 (One Piece I saw almost 700 chapters without audio I stayed where Luffy defeats Doflamingo).
Since my computer had no audio, I started reading manga. I read them on TumangaOnline. That's when I read Kenichi, Rosario + Vampire, Re Monter. That's where I read the Manhua from Tales of Demos And Gods. In the comments I saw that someone commented that he had a novel and I liked it so much that I looked for it and that is how I started reading web novels.
 
I don't like watching sports on television. I find them very boring.
I like to exercise, although I am very lazy, (but it is not entirely my fault since I was born tired, after I was born the doctor had to pat me to cry) so sometimes or almost always I don't. (TT_TT)
I graduated from Bachiller of Science at the age of 15. and a few months later I passed the introductory course to study medicine. (Premedical).
And at 16 and a few months I started college. But I didn't make an effort to study, and as expected I ended up losing the year. And if he failed the last quarterly exam he ran the risk of being expelled, so requesting a temporary withdrawal from the university "accused of family problems."
As the new school term begins, I started with a slightly more focused and serious mindset. Two months after starting and being close to the first trimester exam. The teacher in charge of my year calls me and tells me that that year I cannot attend the school year, due to the withdrawal request that I had previously requested, that I had to wait at least one year before I could resume my studies.
After that I became very depressed.
After about 6 months had passed, my mother told me if she wanted to study education at another university. She told me that a friend told her that the introductory course was about to start and that few people signed up, and she asked me if I wanted to sign up. and I answered yes.
I passed the introductory with a high mark and started my first semester in the College of Education.
It goes without saying that history repeated itself, started the semester motivated but that motivation was gradually lost. Mainly because he had many free hours, due to the lack of teachers, who had left the country.
I finished spending the semester, (With some subjects postponed), but I had already lost the desire to continue so I did not continue attending.
 
It has been almost 5 or 6 years since I graduated from high school and I have not done anything with my life, I do not study and I do not work becoming a holder of the Neet Title.
Sometimes I wonder how my parents feel about me, they feel Disappointed. Annoying or perhaps proud, but how would they feel proud of me, if I have not done anything I have not achieved anything.
To be honest at this age I already saw myself as a successful person with a home of my own. Independent, and that I would have bought my parents a house on the beach. That I know, they would be proud of me, and I could take care of them.
Not like I am right now, the misguided and disappointing stereotype of an otaku.
But I don't want to continue as I am now. I want to be better. Beat myself.
 
That's why I want to be an Author making a living with what I like, writing novels, writing and exploring fantasy worlds, making people happy with my stories.
Horre my God. Honor my Parents, Honor my Family.
 
Doing what I like, working on what I like.

I wanted to write a book, but when I sat in front of the computer I was left blank and did not know what to write or how to write it, although I have many ideas and developments, I did not know how to translate. my ideas.
Then I came up with the idea to write a book about my thoughts and opinions on various topics. To practice my writing in that way.
I am Latin American and my mother tongue and the only language I know is Spanish.
I write the chapters in Spanish and translate them with the google translator. That is why I ask for your patience and tolerance to forgive my spelling mistakes.


The cover is not mine I downloaded it on pixabay and the user who published that beautiful images is rhemzART

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