Just stories written while im on the toilet or in the restroom in general

*trigger warning: strong language, depression, suicide, bullying, and abuse* 
Another day at school when Travis starts harassing you once again quotes like, "shut up, you faggot stop talking!" And "you don't deserve to live!" started to get to you. "Maybe he was right maybe if I do ki-," you thought as you run into the man of the hour, Travis. "Hey loser, you were who I was looking for." He says in a hurtful tone. 
"I don't want to see you th-" you trail off. As he picks you up by your collar. He drags you down the hall as your fight or flight kick in and you start trying to fight him kicking, punching you even bit him once. A teacher saw and told you to stop trying to pick a fight with someone you will not win to. She also sent you to the principals office. 
"You will be suspended for three days for hurting another student." She said in a calm tone. 
"What? You didn't do anything to Travis when he-" 
She cut you off saying," what's in the past is in the past, I'm calling your mother to tell her to come pick you up." 
You walk out. Running to the bathroom. " I can't cry at school again." You mumble to yourself. Your mom picks you up and doesn't say a word to you in the car or elevator and then like something clicks in her head starts to yell at you. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" You respond with," take me to a therapist or watch the cameras at school and you'll know!" 
"Don't tell me how to raise you!" 
"Fine just let me be like this all my life!" You yell as you stomp to your room. Maybe you should kill yourself maybe everyone would be happier? You didn't know and if you do it you wouldn't find out. Your mom knocks on your door and says she's going to dinner with her boss. And when she left you look to see if anyone else is there. No one was so you grab a razor and a screwdriver to get the blades out.  You got them out and started writing letters to: Sally, Larry, Ashley, Todd, Mom, and  Travis. Travis is the reason your doing this. You gave sally the bag full of letters and tell him to open them tomorrow. He said okay. 

You go to the bathroom and start cutting, red falls down, tears fill your eyes it hurts but it will not hurt for long. You feel dizzy when you hear bangs on the door before you can see who it is you 'fall asleep'.
 
Sorry this took so long.-Creater

The boy looked at jax with cold eyes the temperature suddenly dropped around us making my spine shiver. The silence was only for a few seconds but it felt like hours *cough cough* Psycho said. I looked this man up and down before my colour drained from my face and my fist clenched. I could only muster up the courage to say "you don't deserve to be here" as he looked into my eyes all I could seem to do was say "No one here likes you leave". I turned around to leave when I heard him say "your not my boss" I just laughed and looked at him "your not my man so don't pretend to be" I angrily said. I turned around and walked into the forest not know that I had already started to run in vamp speed and my eyes started to become wet and my jaw started to tighten. After about an hour of running I came to a stop when I saw a modern buildings a house it was painted white like snow. It had a garage and a door that was made out of thick wood with windows and a balcony around the back. As I got closer It had a lock it wasn't like any normal look it was in the shape of a heart. The perfect size that fit my necklace and the door unlocked as I walked in I entered the living room. It was huge it had two massive couches and a ND a really huge TV. I went down the hall where there was 2 rooms I entered the first room it was like my brothers but bigger. It had black walls and soft carpet a bed in the middle of the room it had blue sheets, there was a desk on the left wall it had some work onit. A closet   and a bathroom it even had a skate ramp unit for my brother to practice his skateboard tricks. I left the room to go further down the hall to see the second room I opened the door  to see a set of stairs in the middle of the room. I went to see what was on this floor and I saw a Guitar, a keyboard and a desk were I could write my songs and a couch on the wall.  On the opposite wall the was a room that had a microphone that any singer dreamed to have, it was a recording studio I smiled. I went to the stars and walked up them went I got to the top floor I saw a bed it was pushed against the wall the sheets on it were black and had splashes of colours on it. There was a bathroom on the other side of the room and a closet too there was a balcony that looked into the forest. There was photos on the wall and quotes written on them too I smiled and than I saw there was a slide in the room I ran to it. I looked down and couldn't see anything so I jumped on it and than I entered another room it had battle gear and weapons it had a punching bag. My smile started to spread from cheek to cheek, I went up the stairs and was in the kitchen and walked out the door and entered the lounge room. I was stunned this place was amazing I was in love with it I heard the door open and I jumped onto the roof to hide. "you know I was wondering when you found this place" Jax laughed I jumped off the roof and laughed "do you like your room" had asked "I love it" I smiled.

Two Eurasian tree sparrows fluttered through an open window and alighted on the white marble windowsill. They chirped at each other, twitched their pure white-cheeked heads, then skimmed back to the torrid atmosphere.

Elizabeth Euler, dressed in typical housewife clothing, green and blue striped dress with a red apron, prowled across the gray rug, picking up the compressed Cheetos bags on the floor by the desk next to the open window. "What a mess you've become." She joked as she threw the garbage in the stainless-steel trash can and glanced at Francis Euler lying supine on his upholstered sleigh bed. She was almost as tall as Francis and had long braided brown hair.

Francis shifted his body to his right, dangling his right arm off the bedside and almost touching the 4-drawer bedside table with his fingertips. On top of the table, a white digital alarm clock blared when the time read 7:00 a.m, waking Francis up from his peaceful dreams. He raised his head from his white firm pillow, pulled the bed cover off his hairy legs, then stood up from the bed to stop the alarm clock.

"I'm so tired," Francis growled as he adjusted his groin in his gray woven boxers and stomped his way to the bathroom on the other side of the bed, without noticing his mother in the room. He was very tall and had short sides with medium-length brown hair on top.

Mrs. Euler stealthily made Francis's bed, then threw his worn clothes, black cotton sweatshirt, and black jogger pants hung on his gaming chair, in the white laundry basket by the beige foldable closet doors. After she heard the toilet flush and Francis opening the sink water, she knocked on the bathroom door. "Honey, after you're out of the bathroom and done dressing, come down for breakfast. I made your favorite bacon and eggs combo."

"Okay, Mom. I'll head down when I'm done brushing my teeth." Francis gargled and spat out the water, then closed the sink water and opened the door. "I just need to get—" He noticed the tidiness of his bedroom when he merged out of the bathroom, then groaned. "Come on, Mom. I keep on telling you that you don't have to clean my room. I'm not five anymore. I can do everything on my own."

"I'm sorry, dear. I want to speed up the process, so we can talk about the first day of your freshman year while we eat. I'm getting excited thinking about it."

"Whatever, then. I see that you threw my clothes from yesterday in the laundry basket." Francis wore black jogger pants, black socks, and a red, long-sleeves t-shirt taken from his 2-door wooden wardrobe. "How's the weather?"

"Well, Nathaniel called twenty times last night." Mrs. Euler paused for a moment and looked visibly concerned. "Are you sure you don't want to answer him anytime soon? Because he seems eager to hang out. I get that you were busy all summer, trying to get a job, but at this point, you are just avoiding your best friend, let alone, your only friend."

Francis, fully dressed, walked down the squeaky staircase to the dining room with Mrs. Euler. "I see that the weather's quite stormy." He sighed, raising his hand to scratch his forehead. "He does nothing but wastes my time that I could use to do something more meaningful like pursuing Computer Science. I'm seriously tired of him. Honest to god. The only reason why I don't want to— Air quotes. "hang out." – is that his definition of hanging out is to annoy the hell out of me by going on vexatious adventures." Francis sat on a dining room chair as Mrs. Euler brought bacon and eggs on a white glass plate and stainless-steel knife and fork to the table. "They aren't adventures. It's all pretend for us, or him, at least. I stay by, pretending to play fantasy with him.

Mrs. Euler brought her breakfast and sat on a chair next to Francis's. "If you genuinely find this convoluted relationship vexing and troublesome, just say that you don't want to hang out anymore."
"You don't think I've tried? He was hurt when I declared the end of our friendship. He looked hurt, at least. He was sobbing and shaking, and then he ran off."

Mrs. Euler took the plates and the dirty utensils to the kitchen sink after they finished their breakfast, then poured some orange juice into a glass. "And, he's still treating you as his best friend. What happened?"

Francis drank the glass with five gulps, then reached for the television remote on the marble kitchen countertop. "Nathaniel came back to me the next day, bringing out his hand-drawn map of the woods from his pocket. He started to babble about where to go after school. It was as if the shit that I said the day before didn't faze him. That was the last time I tried to break up with him. At that point, I gave up and let this insecticide wilt the flowers in my garden of happiness." Francis proceeded to the living room with Mrs. Euler following. "It's time to go now."

"I hope you'll have a wonderful first day of high school, honey." Mrs. Euler firmly grasped Francis's body and kissed his cheeks. "Tell me how your day had been when you come back."

"Will do." Francis escaped from his mother's grasp and headed toward the gray shoe rack by the front door.

"Another thing. I'll go to the clinic for a medical examination. I'll come back a bit late so that you could eat the leftovers from last night."

Francis wore his favorite black Nike shoes and hugged his mother before departure. "Don't worry about me. I told you this. I'll take care of myself until you come back."

"Love you!"

"I love you too, Mom." Francis opened the front door and stepped out of the house.

Darkness. Absolute darkness.

Francis couldn't see anything. He frantically craned his neck to look behind him. Mrs. Euler, the shoe rack, the 'welcome' mat, and the shoe closet were gone. The darkness completely engulfed Francis.
"Mom? Where are you, Mom? Mom?!" Francis waited for a response. Nothing. Not even an echo. "What's going on? Mom? Where are you?"

The sound of blaring sirens echoed into Francis's ears. He cupped his ears with his hands to prevent the vibration from popping his eardrums. Blood poured out, flowed down his forearms, and dripped from his elbows. Francis started to hyperventilate. Not being able to control his breathing, he gripped onto his shirt only to unclench his blanched fist and to leave a bloodstain in the middle of his shirt. He bowed down and slammed his forehead on the ground.

Francis screamed in agony until the noise died down, and the soft sound of a news reporter unintelligibly describing a car crash echoed into Francis's ears. He could only perceive a couple of words. "Car crash. Fatal. Head-on. Euler."

"Euler? Wait! What do you mean by that? What happened to my mom? Car crash? Is she dead? I don't know what's going on." Francis hysterically attempted to move his feet out of his stationary position.

No luck.

Then, Francis could hear bawling. He jerked his head around to find the direction the cry was coming from until the noise amplified, and Francis concealed his ears again. "What the actual fuck is going on? Help me! Anyone, help me please!"

Soon after, Francis heard a familiar voice, and the loud noise abated. "I came here as soon as I could. I'm sorry that I couldn't get here sooner. I was preoccupied. Don't worry. I'm here to comfort you. Everything would be fine. Everything would be fine. Shhhhh. Everything. Would be. Fine. Here. Come here. I'll help you to ease the emotional pain."

"Nathaniel? Is that you? Where are you? Hello? Can you hear me?"

The voice diminished. Francis entered a state of ravage and bewilderment. His sullen face paled, and he fell to his knees. His speech and movement were impaired.

He could only wait for someone to rescue him.

Shortly after, a drop of heavy rain fell on Francis's head, then poured down with full force. Francis still struggled to make sense of what's happening. Nathaniel's soft voice murmured into Francis's ear. "I've brought an umbrella for the rain, so you don't have to be soaking wet when you go home. Don't worry, Francis. I'm here now."

The rain subsided. Francis cupped his drenched face with his shaking hands and sobbed in confusion. A fluorescent light beamed on Francis, then illuminated the surrounding. Francis stood up and turned around after he heard heavy footsteps from behind. He couldn't see anything, but he knew something was coming near – something filled with bloodlust.

Then Francis woke up.

"Second chances are rare, so take them when you get them." ~ME (unless someone finds the quotes from the original quoter.)

...
"Liam, Liam."

Liam woke up when he heard his mother calling out. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful young woman dressed in a blue victorian gown. She had beautiful blue eyes that complimented her fair skin and her blonde hair.

"Good morning mother." he greeted her from his bed rubbing his eyes.

"Jeez, wake up now and get dressed, your father is leaving for his journey to the capital you have to give him a farewell." she pulled his sheets.

"Can't this be done by my other siblings, they are always eager to impress father."

His mother seemed dishearted and she shifted her eyes towards the floor.

"Okay! I will go and greet him farewell for his safe journey." Liam rolled his eyes and uneagerly agreed to her.

"I knew you would agree," His mother expression changed in an instant and she gave him a wide smile, "Now go and wash your face mother will prepare the clothes that you will be wearing."

"Okay," Liam unhappily agreed now that he realized he was tricked by his mother.

Liam washed his face and faced a mirror, he saw a face that resembled his mother. He can't recall his past life but he was sure he wasn't this good looking. He would always thank his mother for his good looks whenever he stood before a mirror.

Liam was the third son of a baron from a small barony. His father ruled over an area that had around 7000 people. However, Liam did not have any claims to his father's inheritance. He was the third son of a baron with a small land and population. Naturally, the barony would go to his eldest step-brother.

Liam had 5 siblings, four siblings who are older than him, and a younger sister. He was the only child from his mother while the rest of his siblings came from his stepmother.

Liam's mother was the first wife of his father but she was barren. It was a miracle that he was born and which is why he was spoiled by her. He could feel that his mother felt guilty that she wasn't able to give birth to him sooner, she knew that if she did then the relationship between Liam and his father would've been better.

"Liam come here quickly." His mother called for him.

She sounded urgent so Liam instantly wiped his face with a towel and left the bathroom.

"What is it mother?" he asked when he entered his room.

"Look at these clothes," her eyes glittered, "Aren't they adorable." she held the clothes in her hands showcasing a vibrant dress.

Liam's face twitched as he gave a displeasing look to the clothes. The dress that his mother held was woven with bright colored fabrics and decorated with precious metal strings.

"I think I will stick to my regular wardrobe."

"Why? Mother worked really hard picking these clothes." She pouted while playing with the buttons on the dress.

"You know I don't like vibrant colors right?"

"I know but look at these," She pushed the dress into his face, "How can you say no to that?"

In Liam's eyes, she acted like a mother trying her best to convince a child that the clothes she spends hours choosing for him to wear were the best.

Liam could feel the energy coming from her eyes daggering him into submission.

"I will wear them, okay." He said while snatching the dress from her hands.

"I knew you'd like them." A mischievous smile appeared in her face.

"I don't like it but I will wear them because I love you." Liam was embarrassed and his face started to flush.

"Oh, Liam." She raised her hands and pulled Liam into her chest and started rubbing her face over his hair.

"Just let me go." Liam shifted his eyes away from her breast.

"I need some skinship with my son." She said in a childish voice and started kissing all over his face.

"Please mother stop kissing me." Liam tried to push her away but her grip was stronger than Liam.

"Heeheehee." Liam heard someone giggle and shifted his eyes towards the source of the voice.

Liam saw a maid failing at hiding herself behind the door. His face lit red as he struggled to remove himself from his mother's grip.

"Mother I am serious please let me go-"

Liam was a criminal who died after killing 15 men in a knife fight and was reincarnated as the third son of a baron. He hates how his father treats his family which leads him to become independent and focus on creating his own empire.

When the photoshoot was done, the photographer approached Axenn and Liya.

"Are you really not a model?" He asked.

Liya was confused but she still smiled. "No, Mister."

"Then, do you want to become one?"

The photographer's question surprised not only Liya but everyone else. This man was notorious for being rude. Sure, he was calm before a shoot starts but once it does, he becomes vulgar. He never sugar-coats his words, he makes female models cry, he was a savage! But companies ignored it as he was the best at his job. Every photo captured by him became a big hit.

And here he was, being nice, even offering someone relatively unknown to become a model. Everybody was aghast.

Axenn, on the other hand, looked calm as if he already expected it to happen. He did, though. He was shocked to the bones midway through the shoot. As a model himself, he knew what state Liya was in. It was something only legendary supermodels were able to do, and Liya did it unknowingly, on her first time nonetheless.

Rex Craigen, the rude savage popular photographer, was poaching his sis-in-law!

"Thank you for the offer, sir. And I'm flattered that my amateur performance somehow met your standards. But I would have to decline, I don't see myself as a celebrity, what more a model. You might have liked what I've shown today, but I might fail the next time. This is just beginner's luck, for sure." Liya politely declined and explained.

Rex Craigen was still reluctant to let go of Liya. He took out his contact details and handed it to her. "This is my card. Elegance will be launched in 2 weeks. Contact me if you change your mind."

Liya, again, thanked him. She kept the card though she was thinking she won't have any use of it. Boy oh was she so wrong.

"Mr. Visani, good job today. I'll be seeing you more in the future." Rex Craigen turned to Axenn before excusing himself.

Axenn just stood there. He didn't even give his thanks as he pondered over Rex Craigen's words. He was praising him right? And what did that seeing him in the future mean? Did Rex Craigen just implied he'd want to work together with him again soon?

"Shut your mouth before a fly goes inside." Liya amusedly said. Then she walked towards the dressing room.

When Liya came out of the bathroom, Axel was already dressed in casual clothes.

"Sis-in-law, are you going home?"

"No. I'm going to fetch Jacob first. And don't call me sis-in-law. I'm not married to your brother."

Yet. Axenn mused. "Okay, then I'll just call you sis."

Liya was speechless. Sis your head! Since when did I have a childish brother?

…

Liya and Jacob went to Fain Group after school for lunch.

While cooking, Liya sent a text to Axel.

Liya: Don't forget to eat your lunch.

Axel: Okay. I'll see you guys tonight.

Axel initially planned to continue working but since his wife told him to eat his lunch, then as an obedient husband, he would eat.

He pressed a button on the intercom. "Where's my lunch?"

"Ah? Sir, there's no lunch." His assistant answered.

"Why not?"

"...Sir...you don't eat lunch." His assistant was getting antsy. Is he gonna get fired for something not his fault?

Oh.

"From now on, I'll eat lunch. Get me something to eat." Axel ordered. Whatever his wife says goes.

The assistant breathe a sigh of relief. Thankfully he didn't get reprimanded, or worse, fired. His boss was usually very unreasonable. He immediately ordered a lunch set.

…

"Liya, have you thought through everything? Is your relationship with Axel Visani serious? Jacob already calls him "Daddy"." Liem inquired. He can't help but be worried about his little sister.

Jacob had earphones on, watching another educational film.

"What does serious mean? Are you asking if we like each other? I don't know if I like him, but I am attracted to him. As for Jacob, I'm getting quite worried too."

Liya wasn't sure what her feelings for Axel were. She only ever had one relationship before him and it was absolutely horrendous. She had nothing to compare it with.

People liked to say, if you're happy with someone, then that's how you know it's him.

Liya didn't get it.

In her relationship with Zeke, she was happy when he didn't ignore her messages and calls. She was happy when he wasn't late, or absent, on their dates. She was happy when he wasn't in a bad mood. She had her happy times, but it didn't end well with him. That quote... how unreliable!

People also liked to say, if you get jealous when he's with someone else, then you like him.

She always felt jealous during her relationship with Zeke. That guy was always with someone else! But again, it didn't end well. Another unreliable quote!

With Axel, she feels happy almost every time she's with him. But she didn't think she would be jealous if he's with someone else. According to the hearsays, did that mean she liked him and didn't like him at the same time? What kind of crap was that? 

But those quotes didn't seem reliable anyway. Maybe what she needs is a love expert? But she didn't have a friend who was married and in love. What now? Sighhh.

Liem saw his sister deep in thoughts. She would also wrinkle her brows every now and then.

"As long as you're happy." Liem told her.

Liya's jaw dropped. Brother! Can you not?

Having been through something as unbelievable as being reborn, it mattered not even the tiniest bit to her how it happened. Only one thing was on her mind:

She had her baby back.

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The little bun has been watching his mom. "Where's Daddy's morning kiss?" Jacob asked.

Axel quickly seconded. "Uhuh, where's mine?"

Liya giggled to their antics. Jacob was innocently clueless while the other one was shameless. She walked up to Axel and kissed his cheek, but at the last moment he turned to her, resulting to their lips touching.

"Mmhh, what a good morning indeed." Axel commented. Liya just giggled again.

"Hey, that's not fair." The two saw Jacob pouting. Why did he only get a kiss on the cheek?

"Jacob, you should only kiss someone's lips if you want to marry the person. So from now on, Mommy's lips only belong to me. Understand?" Axel explained to the little child, his tone was serious but his eyes contained mirth.

Jacob nodded. "Got it, Daddy!"

"Save your lips for the right girl, alright?"

"Okay, Daddy! I'll keep it in mind."

"Good boy." Axel praised him and the little kid earned another pat on his head.

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"Did you hear?" Alya asked as she walked up to Marinette.

"Hear what?" Marinette seemed to be oblivious to the latest news.

"Adrien wouldn't be able to be in school today" she looked at Marinette, waiting for her outburst.

"Whaa?.. why?.. oh no" Marinette finally replied, hanging her head low in despair.

"Don't sweat it girl, he's only gone for a day" Alya nudged her on the ribs.

"Is he alright?" Marinette couldn't help but worry.

"He's in England as we speak, for some photoshoot" Alya replied using air quotes.

"And you know, how?" Marinette wondered why she hadn't heard.

"Nino, duh!" She brought out her phone, flashing the text to Marinette, "see, it plainly said-" 

"He's in England for a photoshoot" Marinette sighed, "let's get to class, we wouldn't want to be late".

🍭🍬🧁🍧 🍫

"Alright class, I would be grouping you all in pairs for a project, this project is to be finished by the end of tomorrow as the best will be chosen to be presented to Mr Agreste" Miss Bustier said in a loud voice.

"Miss Bustier?" Alix raised her hands, "Who's going to wear our creation?, What's it based on?".

"I thought you'd ask that" Miss Bustier nodded, "well as we all know, Mr Agreste's brand are worn by his son Adrien, he organized this project to test your creativity, so get creative!!" She said enthusiastically. 

Miss Bustier brought out a note pad, flipping a few pages, she read: "Alix you're paired up with Sabrina-".

"You've got to be kidding me!, Why doesn't she get Chloe, they are sort of friends after all" Alix facepalmed. 

"It'll be a wonderful time with you Alix" Sabrina said ignoring her partner's frustration.

"Kim you're paired up with Max-"

"Yes!" They said in unison, fistbumping.

"Rose you're paired up with Juleka-"

"Yay!" They hugged.

"Nathaniel you're paired up with Marc" they shyly smiled at one another.

"Kagami you're paired up with Chloe-"

"That's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous" Chloe said in her high-pitched voice, she looked over Kagami who had a stoic expression not saying a word, "Ugh!, I'm so calling my designer" Chloe muttered.

"Ivan you're paired up with Mylène-" 

Mylène was the first to initiate the hug as she hugged Ivan's huge figure.

"Alya you're paired up with Nino-" 

Alya couldn't help but blush, Nino on the other hand had his hand at his head as he smiled nervously, it's not everyday you get paired with your boyfriend.

"Marinette-" Miss Bustier paused, "this can't be right?, I seemed to have omitted your partner's slot" she looked at those who weren't paired.

"Ha!, She's destined to be alone, poor Dupain-Cheng" Chloe mocked.

"Marinette, this is your choice; the are only two people who are unpaired besides you which are Luka and Lila" Marinette seemed to be in the spotlight.

"What will your choice be?" Miss Bustier asked, the classroom seemed awfully quiet as everyone waited for her response.

"I choose.." Marinette didn't like Lila but she seemed to fool everyone except her with her lies, Luka on the other hand was the best bet right now, "Luka" she finally replied.

"Alright, Lila you would have to carry out this project on your own since we are short of one student- Adrien, I hope you would be able to cope?" Miss Bustier asked.

"This isn't the first time I had to take up a project like this, the last one I did in Africa during my travels, I singlehandedly compiled a report on the marvelous structure of the Flame Lily" Lila lied with ease as she marveled her mates and teacher with her made-up adventure.

A little slip-up didn't go without notice from Marinette as she spotted Lila's phone behind her light up before dimming and going into sleep mode, She searched it out!  Why that cunning little-

"Well then, Let's be creative everyone, I know you would all marvel Mr Agreste" she finally dismissed everyone.

The sound of explosion could be heard outside Collége Fançoise Dupont as students hurriedly went to the window to get a glimpse of the commotion. 

"All students, stay away from the windows, there's an akumatized villan on the loose, take shelter in the hall" Mr Damocles voice could be heard through the speakers.

Marinette slowly slipped out of the crowd during the announcement towards the bathroom. "Tikki, this would be a very good time to transform".

"Tikki spots on!" Marinette called as a magical light surrounded her, transforming her into the Superheroine, Ladybug.

🐞🍭🍬🧁🍧🍫🐞

"Ladybug!, I know you're out there" Sugar-Plum said in a singsong voice.

Ladybug watched the scene as she tried dialing Catnoir's comms line, No answer.

"What's wrong?" Ladybug was getting worried.

Or was it because of what happened last night?, No!, It was with Marinette, he wouldn't use that as an excuse to leave me out here alone as Ladybug!!

"Think, think" she jolted herself back to reality, "all you need to do is capture the akuma, it shouldn't be too hard" she began assessing the akumatized villain as she caused more damage to the city.

A familiar figure landed softly besides her, "Rena Rouge, glad you're here" she whispered.


"Where's Catnoir?" Rena Rouge asked.

"That's what I'm trying to find out" Ladybug tried his comms again, nothing!, "Let's try to focus on the villain, we'll find out what happened to him later, just hope he's safe"

"So what are we up against?" Rena Rouge whispered back.

"The akumatized villain is able to turn anything she zaps into confectioneries, her candy staff of who knows what-" Ladybug paused momentarily, "the akuma has to be in the staff!" She said a little too loudly drawing attention of the villain.

"Gotcha!" She turned in the direction of the sound, aiming at them.

"Oh no!, Watch out!" Rena Rouge called as she...

Ever wondered what happens if Alya were to join the team permanently as Rena rouge?

"Alya Césaire, you have been chosen to be in possession of the fox miraculous, I trust you would make use of this opportunity wisely. 

Be cautious, the possession of this miraculous could cause harm to your friends and loved one if Hawkmoth ever finds out your identity, do not for any reason reveal your identity to anyone, not even your friends and most importantly not your family, It's for the best. 

I'm very aware you film for your ladyblog therefore you'll be given an added feature in your flute during battle, which will enable audiovisual recording which could be altered in terms of height and scenes in other to edit our personal discussions out, while not giving away your identity. I believe this will be of help to you. 

You must guard your miraculous and your kwami at all cost, while not in use I'm sure you are aware of the camouflage mode which will make it easier to blend in. You must wear your miraculous at all times except in a dire situation that calls for removing or hiding it momentarily. As long as your miraculous is worn, your kwami will be with you at all times and remember your kwami needs to recharge her energy afterward as soon as you revert from your alter ego or want to transform within short periods of time". 

 Stay safe and be discreet, 
 Your friend & partner ?

As soon as I finished reading it, the paper disintegrated instantly "so much for taking a lasting memory of Ladybug's writing- which seem to look like a familiar handwriting ~where have I seen that writing? It looks more like-". 

~PS I don't own miraculous ladybug ? ✌

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"And how are you doing, Chris?" 
A voice brought back Chris to life. She was lying on a bed of hospital wing and was sulking staring at the ceiling. Bill had come to visit all of them and only now for the first time Chris heard him.
"Sorry, what?" Chris looked at Bill.
"I asked how are you doing?" Bill repeated looking very worried.
"I am — I'm good," smiled Chris with great effort. "I didn't get many injuries."
"Yeah, sure," said Ginny sarcastically from the next bed. 
Chris glared at Ginny and Bill laughed.
"I guess you all are okay then," he said. "And I think, now, the school will be okay too, with again Dumbledore as Headmaster and Umbridge gone. I —"
"Wait, Umbridge is gone?" Chris interrupted.
"Yes, fortunately, the new Minister of Magic had called her back," said Bill happily then checked his watch. "She was to leave after dinner. I think she left by now."
"That's the best news I got this year," said Colin grinning from another bed.
"I agree," said Ron.
As Bill continued to talk with them Chris realized something, if the new Minister had called her back that means she will be continued to work at the Ministry and work as a spy for Malgino.
"Where are you going?" Ginny asked as Chris started to got out of her bed.
"Bathroom," Chris replied and hurried towards the girls' bathroom in Hospital wing.
After locking the door Chris opened her mouth and was about to call 'Dames' but then she closed her mouth with a sigh. The physical pain in her chest increased as the emotional pain tightened her chest. Dames was gone. Chris took a deep breath, steadied herself then called, "Fitz, Jose, Ryan."
Within seconds three Dementors appeared in front of her.
"My Queen, you summoned?" They bowed.
"Yeah," Chris hesitated but then pushed away the hesitation, this is for the greater good, no time for guilt. "Dolores Jane Umbridge will maybe report to the Ministry today, after that take her to any forest full of dangerous magical beasts and Centaur, Mermaid and other part-humans— I know for a fact there is a forest like this in somewhere in Southern part of Asia — go there. Then leave her there to die and bring back her wand to me."
"As you wish, my Queen," said Jose.
"My Queen," said Ryan. "I am not trying to offend you but won't it be easy to just perform the kiss on her? I mean if you so despise her then it will be a great way of revenge."
"Don't question the Queen's order," grumbled Fitz.
"No it's fine," said Chris. "I know, it's an easy way but I would like to suffer her more than that. She should know how it feels like when you don't have any control over your own life and also the creatures she thought is way below her will cause her pain."
"Alright, my Queen," said Ryan.
"Also remember, the journey to that forest shouldn't be easy for her," said Chris darkly. "Make it as difficult as possible. Take everyone with you and don't let her seen."
"We will, my Queen," said Fitz. "Anything else?"
"No," Chris sighed. "Leave."
SCRIMGEOUR SUCCEEDS FUDGE IN THE WAKE OF HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED'S RETURN WITH SOMEONE EQUALLY POWERFUL
"Hmm," Hermione scanned the Daily Prophet article. "I see."
"What do you see, Hermione?" asked Ron, helping himself to a handful of Chocolate Frogs from the immense pile on his bedside cabinet.
They were still in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey refused to let Chris go before her chest pain was cured completely. Harry was sitting on the end of Ron's bed, who's leg was still a little battered. Ginny, who was good as new, was curled up at the foot of Chris' bed. Colin had also got some heavy injuries, so he was also staying in the hospital wing, Neville whose nose had likewise been returned to its normal size and shape was sitting on the edge of Colin's bed. The worst injury was Hermione's, who still winced very often. The curse Dolohov had used on her, though less effective than it would have been had he been able to say the incantation aloud, had nevertheless caused, in Madam Pomfrey's words, "quite enough damage to be going on with." Hermione was having to take ten different types of potion every day and she was improving greatly. Surprisingly, Luna after getting out of hospital wing visited Hermione regularly, even though Hermione didn't show it, Luna's behaviour had started to affect her greatly and she had completely stopped contradicting her. Even today, Luna was reading her latest edition of The Quibbler sitting on Hermione's bed.
"Aha!" said Hermione triumphantly then winced slightly and put a hand to her ribs. "Look, here it is, again they had dragged Harry in this, 'the-boy-lived . . . A lone voice of truth . . . perceived as unbalanced, yet never wavered in his story . . .' Oh! they had also mentioned quotes from Chris' articles in The Quibbler."
"Daddy sold it to them," said Luna vaguely, turning a page of The Quibbler. "He got a very good price for it too, so we're going to go on an expedition to Sweden this summer and see if we can catch a Crumple-Horned Snorkack."
Hermione seemed to struggle with herself for a moment, then said, "That sounds lovely."
Ginny, Colin and Ron chuckled.
"In any case, I like the article written by Chris," said Luna looking up from the magazine.
"Thanks," smiled Chris.
Chris had written two articles for The Quibbler (of course, Madam Pomfrey wasn't happy), one about the night in Graveyard and other about the night in Department of Mystery, carefully omitting about the keys. The idea was Hermione's and when Harry insisted too, Chris gave up. Within weeks, Quibbler was reprinting and they were famous. Even Rita Skeeter wrote good things about Harry, Chris and Dumbledore.
"You know, I was wondering," said Ginny absently turning the pages of Chris' Daily Prophet (Chris hasn't opened even 9ne prophet newspaper after Friday. All were piled on the table beside her bed. Ginny had pulled one from the top.) "Why Malgino didn't use even one spell to do anything!"
"Really? Not even one?" said Hermione surprised, closing her newspaper.
"No," said Luna, closing her Quibbler as well.
"He didn't even help Voldemort to defeat Dumbledore," said Harry.
"That woman — what's her name?" asked Neville.
"Stormy," said Chris.
"Yeah, that Stormy was the one doing all the magic to her, wasn't she?" said Neville then shivered. "She was very powerful though."
"Well, I thought Malgino used a spell when he was doing that creepy thing to Chris," said Colin.
"You mean that manipulating thing?" said Luna.
"It wasn't any kind of spell," said Chris. "It was something else, like an ability. I felt it."
There was a tense silence broken by Hermione.
"So anyway," she said, sitting up a little straighter and wincing again, "what's going on in school?"
"Well, Flitwick's got rid of Fred and George's swamp," said Ginny. "He did it in about three seconds. But he left a tiny patch under the window and he's roped it off —"
"Why?" said Hermione, looking startled.
"Oh, he just says it was a really good bit of magic," said Ginny, grinning.
"I think he left it as a monument to Fred and George," said Ron through a mouthful of chocolate. "They sent me all these, you know," he told others, pointing at the small mountain of Frogs beside him. "Must be doing all right out of that joke shop, eh?"
Hermione tried not to smile but at last gave up, "Yeah, I got them too," she said pointing at another pile of chocolates on her bedside table.
"Yes, Chris got loads too but didn't eat, so I had to eat them," said Colin in a way which made Luna laugh. Colin then turned to Neville, "So has all the trouble stopped now Dumbledore's back?"
"Yes," said Neville, "everything's settled right back down again."
"I s'pose Filch is happy, is he?" asked Ron, propping a Chocolate Frog card featuring Dumbledore against his water jug.
"Not at all," said Ginny. "He's really, really miserable. He keeps saying Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts . . ."
"Speaking of Umbridge," said Chris casually. "Any news about her whereabouts?"
"No idea," said Ron shrugging. "I asked Dad when he came last time. He said there was no news about her and he also said," Ron chuckled, "He said, the new Minister isn't very interested to find her, especially when there are things like You-Know-Who and Malgino to worry about."
"Good," muttered Chris.
"Huh?" Ginny looked at Chris curiously.
"I mean I hope the new Minister is good," said Chris quickly.
"Yeah, I hope so too," said Hermione nodding.
______________________________
To be continued. . .


"Your daughter is a witch, Mr Norton."
"A what?"

A perfectly normal girl's world turns upside down when she was informed that she is a witch and she will attend the Wizarding school Hogwarts. 

A story of a muggle-born witch who has to face the problems created by the dark lord and many more unknown dangers. 

Her journey is much more than any other student. She is specially chosen for something. Join her and see the Magical world from her point of view.



Disclaimer: Jk Rowling owns the Original Harry Potter series.  I don't.

P.S: This is my first time writing a novel.

"You have a nice house." Lee Changhyuk remarked as he was studying the milk girl. The private butler from the previous hotel just dropped his luggage to Shizu's place. It did not take that long for the luggage to come since he deliberately chose a hotel that was close to her neighborhood. And yes he only had one luggage.

Shizu nodded, she did say that he could stay and was beyond happy that the tenant finally did show up. However as soon as she came to the actual realization that the long-stay tenant was verily THE Lee Changhyuk himself- she was losing her mind. Shizu ran to the storage room to get slippers and bathroom amenities. Her mind went blank for awhile, she suddenly forgot her own floor plan and could not find a single thing that she was looking for. 

Changhyuk just watched as Shizu was panicking around the house to look for the amenities. His eyes were sticked to Shizu as he was amused to see the panic milk girl. He would turn his head to the right when shizu went to the right, and he would look to the left when shizu ran to the left. In her head, she was chanting all kind of mantras to keep herself calm. But as you could see... the mantras didn't work.

"Do you need help?" He asked.
"No!!"

Shizu stopped for awhile as she watched Lee Changhyuk quietly nodded like an obedient kid. Feeling bad for refusing him in a harsh tone- she quit moving back and forth aimlessly and took a deep breath to clear her head.

She then fixed her gaze on him. She really didn't mean to be rude. 'You can do this Shizu! He's just another RoomBnB guest! Except he's just THE super VIP guest that always got the first class service and private butler.'

SLAPPED

Yes, she was slapping her cheek real hard in her mind. She was going crazy! She wondered where did all of her calmness go. Aaaaargh maybe she should have just told him to leave. But it's too late already, right? That naughty boy instantly turned into a happy puppy as soon as she told him that he could stay. She felt that the deities would punish her if she ever changed her mind! Now all she had to do was to act cool in front of THE Lee Changhyuk so he wouldn't think of her as another-annoying-GreenEast fan!

Little did she know that she was obviously far from cool.

On the other hand, Changhyuk was trying so hard to hide the amusement from his face as Shizu was staring intensely at him without blinking nor saying anything. He could tell that the milk Girl was having an endless monologue inside her head and only God knows, how much he wanted to wink at her and asked what she was thinking. But nope! Not yet! He still didn't want her to throw him out on the street just yet! The milk girl was still not opening up to him. The robotic attitude that she showed when something was bothering her head... Oh milk girl, why did you have to be so cute?

"Just rest and I'll call you when everything's ready. On this floor we have 2 regular bedrooms next to the dining room and upstairs you have the biggest room." She finally explained.

"Then I'll take the biggest room?" Changhyuk shot his brows up like a kid asking for permission from his elder sister. 

Well, instead of negotiating he did pay a handsome amount of money upfront, for the three rooms. And with that puppy eyes... YES. He could sleep in any room that he wanted. He could even sleep in one room, exercise in another room and put his clothes in the big room. If he was an amoeba she wouldn't mind if he divided himself and slept in all three rooms at the same time. Shizu nodded her head firmly as an answer and gestured him to go upstairs.

"Shitsurei shimasu. (1)" Changhyuk excused himself.

He took his big luggage and climbed the stairs. Shizu could hear hisfoot step as he climbed up then came back to where she left off. Looking for the slippers! Tokyo Katagiri Cordial Residence was definitely not a 5 star hotel but it always received a minimum 8/10 rating from the guests! Now that Lee Changhyuk's in his room she could prepare everything flawlessly and maintain her reputation as the super host! 

"Whoaa you have all of our albums! Even the Mandarin one!?" She could hear him yelling happily from the second floor.

Shizu stopped her movement for a while as she tried to digest what Lee Changhyuk just said. What did he just say? There's no GreenEast album in the Big Room. Unless.....

She ran for her life for the very first time. She swore to all deities that she had never put that much effort in running. Shizu went to her room and panted like crazy as she was desperately gasping for more air to clear her head.

She could see Lee Changhyuk leaning one hand to the wall and resting the other hand inside of his pocket. Upon her arrival, he turned his head towards Shizu and she could spot there was a pen between his natural wet lips. 

Changhyuk turned his head back to study the 'scrap corner' where Shizu sticked all of her personal collections which consisted of: GreenEast posters and some inspirational quotes. His white-pearl-teeth slightly gritted as he removed the cap from the barrel. Still holding the cap between that pouty lips, he put the ballpoint tip on top of a picture of himself and started to move his hand to draw a beautiful signature.

Shizu's cheeks were fuming red in embarassment.
"LEE CHANGHYUUUUK!!!!"

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Shitsurei shimasu (1): literally means, "I'm going to be rude." This expression is used in various situations. When entering someone's house or room, it means "Excuse my interrupting." When leaving it is used as "Excuse my leaving" or "Good-bye." 

What do you think when you see those dashing superstars on your screen? Glamorous life, impeccable look, fancy items, non stop parties and overflowing cash?

Have you ever wondered what kind of life they are having when the camera stops rolling?

The Female lead is an ordinary girl with a very good heart.

Shizu was a simple girl who dated a high-school sweet-heart and also a vocalist of a rookie band. However, in an unfortunate event, she did something that cost her heart.

2 years later, when she finally started to accept and forgive herself, a bigger and flashier star came to her life and warmed her frozen heart.

Being surrounded by dazzling stars came with a price but when Shizu finally set her heart on pursuing her love once again, she would fight the world.

They said, you would never end up with your first love. Is it true?

This is NOT an erotic novel but the profanity and sexual content might offend some readers. Please read at your own risk.

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You might find some mistake here and there as I'm not a native speaker. 

I don't get paid therefore your comments, review and stones will motivate me to write more.

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