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

A hockey stick rested on her shoulders as one hand opened the door. The key sunk into the key hole, turned slightly and the door swung open letting her into the nice and comfy home that was once her refuge. The place reminded her of the days of laughter and gloom sometimes. Sometimes sleepless nights of passion and other times just calm acquiescence as they worked. It reminded her of calm days that no one talked yet both found a sense of peace because they were together. Days of pranks as she was tickled when all she wanted to do was run to the bathroom to be relieved. Late phone calls at night that was dismissed. 
The hockey stick swung down on the glass table leaving a web of cracks when she recalled the late phone calls. A flower vase made of clay landed on the floor breaking into smithereens. A cup left on the table during the morning rush shook and landed on the floor, breaking into two. Another swing and the table crashed down. The lawyer in her forgot the vocabulary vandalism, trespass and breaking and entry. It wasn't trespass if she had a key, right? That consolation riled her up as she climbed on the sofa and crushed the picture frames of his travel photos. The hockey stick swept through the glasses as she lightly dragged it on the floor. A face scrunched in contemplation seemed to guide her slow quiet steps to a painting. Her heart rose in thrill, a wicked smile plastered her face as her hands reached out for the precious painting. The painting was unlatched from the wall and carefully placed on the sofa set. Its beauty got distorted as her heart glowed in satisfaction with every swing of the hockey stick. 
♫It's a little bit too late to say that you are sorry now, you kicked me into the ground...♫
The phone sought her attention. It was a delivery notification. Perfect! She let the hockey stick down and strode to the door, opening it slightly and taking the box after confirming and paying for the delivery. Online shopping can be quite convenient at times like this, she mused. She had just gotten started. The box was settled on the sofa with the smashed painting as she headed to the cabinet containing his lovely collection of wine. Nope, she did not have the strength to open the cabinet but she had enough energy to swing a hockey stick at it. The cabinet door crushed, a hand slid the remnants of the door aside, ignoring the resulting scratches and cuts by the glass on her hands. May be a little first aid won't hurt; she grabbed one bottle of red wine, opened it and poured it on her hand as she strolled to the bathroom to take a bucket. The wine swirled from the bottle to her hand and landed on the floor, staining both the tiles and carpeted areas. The emptied wine bottle flew to the wall, crushing and scattering on the floor. Non-nonchalantly, she dropped bottle after bottle of wine into the bucket she picked from the bathroom. Wine seeped from the bottles and streamed into the bucket. After half crashing bottles and half pouring the wine into the bucket, she carried it to the bedroom. May be a cocktail will do, she thought as she passed the kitchen. The watermelon that was lying on the kitchen counter was smashed and swept into the wine bucket. Bananas were peeled and thrown into the cocktail bucket. Exquisite! She smiled as she poured the contents on the well-made bed. She stood aside to admire her work of art that seeped through the bed covers, sheets and blanket.
He painted the town red with an engagement; she would paint his house rainbow. The delivery box contained enamel paint in all the colours of the rainbow. Arcobaleno! She retrieved the paint and poured it whenever she walked, from the sofas in the sitting room to the bed mat by the wet bed. The fruit flies that had already gathered on the bed were picturesque, she thought. Yellow paint ran down the smart TV and smudged evenly to completely cover it. As a finishing touch, she spray painted the wall, drawing a joker-face caricature. Under it was written the words '5 years of a joke summed by one day of this joke. Stay humored. Oh, I took the lap'. If five years was a joke that could end in one day, then this one day was hers to also humor him. 
She threw the spray can down after further doodles and a notice that she had taken his laptop as payment. The hockey stick was abandoned in the wreckage while she stepped out of the room like the O.G, a laptop bag on her shoulder and the sounds of Ludacris' 'move bitch get out of the way' bursting through her earphones. Her kinky hair puffed up carelessly and came together at the back, tamed by a thin black hair bobble with silver colored balls. The hair bobble's black strands camouflaged with her hair as the silver balls gave it the right amount of color. Tiny wisps of hair scattered at the front, complementing her rough look. As she looked up with her lively eyes, the round and white globes accentuated by dark pupils pierced through everyone, uninviting. A smile drew one to her round face with chubby cheeks and sepia brown lips lightly touched by gloss. A white off-shoulder chiffon shirt contrasted the black high waist short that flattered her curves, neither being too tight nor too loose. The ground seemed to be frozen by every confident step she made, brown timberland boots settling on her feet like they were meant for each other.
Whoa, such a satisfying feeling!
And such little courage to go crazy, she thought sadly as she was drawn back to her breakfast and her reality. The reality of anger on a leash, bridled anger.

Stories the whole world can identify with. Stories from my kind of world.

Elaia packed some clothes, shoes that were suited for hiking, and other necessities. She was told that they will visit the Grand Canyon Village because Arthur Jacobos was said to reside there according to the article that Doctor Arion have presented to her earlier.

It was already nine in the evening that she decided to freshen up so that she can go to sleep.

As she walked into the bathroom, she started to undress. She frowned because there were scars appearing on her back that wasn't there this morning. 

She sighed and started showering. 

After fifteen minutes she was done taking a shower and dressed into her night gown. She didn't even turn on the heater at her house because she started to feel like burning the moment she stepped out of the bathroom.

Well, another hellish night for her. 

But the thought of going to Arizona and finding a cure gives her hope that one day all this burning sensation, all this scars and bruises, and the nauseous feeling will go away. She just need to be patient. She already waited for two years, a little more time of waiting is not so bad.

With all the thoughts inside her head and after three hours had passed, she fall into slumber. 

The dream she was currently in is quite familiar. She's in a room with a piano. The only difference is that she didn't see any signs of the man who were playing it before. 

She roamed around the room. She saw some picture frames that were hanging on the wall. The first picture shows two person but she couldn't figure out who were they because she can see in the picture were their backs. The man placed his arms on the woman's shoulder. 

Even if she can't see their faces, she can feel the love emanating from this picture. It made Elaia smile. How cute. Even a small gesture is already sweet. 

She was about to look at the second picture when she heard a man's voice said, "Like what you see?" 

Elaia turn around to face the man who distracted her from viewing the pictures. 

She couldn't see the man's face because he was hidden on the dark part of the room. 

She shrugged and turned her attention to the second picture. What she saw was a picture of a man wearing black but the face wasn't visible because of some dust covering it. 

She reached out in the picture to remove the dust from covering the man's face. She was intrigued because the physique of the man in the picture already emanates dominance and power, so she wants to see what the man looks like. 

As she gently removed some dust, it first shows the man's eyes. They were gray. A very familiar kind of gray. Eyes that were like the galaxy. 

She was about to uncover the remaining parts of the picture that were covered in dust, but she woke up. 

Panting. Beads of sweat were running from her forehead. 

Who was that man in the picture? Gray eyes. Gray eyes like the galaxy.

She started mumbling, "Gray eyes. Galaxy. Physique that emanates dominance." Then it's as if everything around her stopped working when a thought finally clicked inside her head. 

"D?"

Elaia is a sickly woman, in her journey on figuring out the exact date of her death so that she can prepare her loved ones, she met Death himself. 

What if Death's first love is someone he doesn't want to die? Oh, the irony.

Sunlight was shining in from the window and I immediately turn away to get a few more hours of precious sleep.

I pull the blanket closer and cover my head so the light can no longer threaten to wake me. It was then that I realise something is wrong. 

'The bed is softer than normal and the covers lighter. Even the pillows feel fuller. Wait a sec... Pillows? I only get one. And why is the bed so big?'

I peep open one eye and instead of seeing my usual dirty white covers, a forest green colour greets me. I open the other eye as I pull down the sheets.

'That is not my ceiling.'

Where there was once artex swirls and a single lightbulb, there is now a smooth ceiling painted silver and a beautiful crystal chandelier.

The bed I lay on has deep green cotton covers with a white throw and a mix of green and white pillows. It looks like a queen sized bed compared to my normal twin size. In the middle of huge bay windows, sunlight pours in from every angle and bathes the bed in warmth. A grey chaise lounge chair is placed at the end of the bed with a green throw and white pillow. 

It faces a pair of open door that reveal a girls every dream; an enormous study with floor to ceiling windows behind an elegant desk. 

To the left is a large fireplace with two doors either side. The one closest to the bed is open slightly to show part of a grey tiled bathroom and what looks to be a freestanding bath. The door closer to the study is open wide and lines of clothes cover its walls. A beautiful silver mirror hangs above the white marble mantel and the kindling was already set ready to be lit.

To the right is another pair of doors that most likely connects the suite to the rest of the house. A seating area is set out with comfy chairs and a glass table.

'This cannot be real...'

I get out of the bed (although a little reluctant) and open the bathroom door seeing the room in all its glory.

A white freestanding bath is strategically stood in the centre of a grey tiled room giving the best views out the large window overlooking a beautiful flower garden. The light from the window floods in and shows the wall shower unit to the left with a sink unit to the right. A toilet is partly hidden behind a divider and green towels lay neatly in silver racks.

'Definitely not.'

Pinching myself, I wince in pain and decide to just see where this dream takes me. Doing my normal morning routine, I explore the set of rooms more.

The walk in wardrobe is filled with clothes ranging from comfy hoodies to formal dresses and even robes that distinctively remind me of my Harry Potter merch. Trainers (sneakers/runners, whatever), boots, and flats ran along the bottom of the room with a few heels now and there.

I pick an outfit consisting of ripped black jeans and a loose emerald zipped hoodie open to reveal a black t-shirt with some matching green converses.

Heading over to the study, I see that two walls are filled with books. The right side looked educational while the left more fiction. Floor to ceiling windows frames a lush forest and makes me want to get my sketchbook or camera.

'Can this please never end? It's so organised!'

Piles of paper and notebooks are placed neatly on the desk with labels clearly outlined. A snug looking sofa is placed strategically where there was the most light and a view of the entire room with a side table to the right. A small stack of fiction books is placed upon it with a cup of tea to the side.

Steam was still drifting up and the sofa looked like it was used regularly. The scene was oddly familiar and it drew me closer.

A gasp behind me breaks me from my daze and a deep male voice whispers my name. "Jade? How?"

We’ve all heard of The Mirror of Erised. An ancient, ornate mirror with clawed feet and a gold frame inscribed with the phrase “Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.”

The writing engraved on the frame of the mirror is supposedly in a foreign and probably dead language, but if you look closely it says “I show not your face but your heart's desire” backwards, with the spaces rearranged.

The mirror shows the most desperate desire of a person's heart, a vision that has been known to drive men mad.

But have you heard of the Mirror of Noitcelfer? Said to be created at the same time as the Hallows, the mirror has never been seen but stories warn of the power it holds.

Said to be an dark archaic mirror that can change forms, the tales caution of how it taints even the purest of hearts and turns them cold. Its original form is said to be encircled by a frame of threadlike strands of silver, interlaced together in a floral arrangement, with places in the polished glass surface blemished black.

“Niht iwnoi tce lfer ehtt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.”

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Written from the perspective of Jade — a Potterhead — who manages to enter the wizarding world and see the events we all know unfold herself. But the stories doesn’t go as we remember... 

In fact, the series changes drastically with the point of view Jade sees it from. How you might ask? Read to find out.

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Completely AU!
Inspired by a comment from NarutooSenpaii (link below)
https://my.w.tt/Jm68ahQ59X

[Cross-published on Wattpad.]

8th July 2019

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This book will have irregular updates and periods of barely any at all. However, I assure you that I will complete this novel even if it take me 3 years. I hope that you will support me in this adventure and enjoy being brought into our wonderful Wizarding World from another perspective.

Yes, the story is NOT preplanned so the plot is a work in progress but I have an idea of where I want to go. You may see that previous chapters get updated, this is usually to fix typos and edit. If I change a section or add a new section I will inform you all so that you may be up to date and not lost if any new information comes up.

Please bare with me. I have a lot of exams for the next two years and I do not wish to fail them. Thank you for being understanding and for all the support. I really did not expect it!

Eva's POV
I opened my eyes slowly and whimpered slightly as a terrible headache shot through my brain.
Someone rushed to my side and held my hand in a firm grip.
"Eva. Baby, can you hear me?" Logan's voice rang in my ears. This made me shot up from my place.
I directed my gaze towards him and started checking his body for burn marks.
I was so worried and the guilt that settled inside of me was unbearable.
"Eva," Logan called and held my hands that were checking his arms.
Only one look at him made my tears escape.
"I'm so sorry Logan. I never meant to hurt I swear. I'm so sorry." I cried as I hung my head low.
I was then engulfed into one of Logan's warm hugs.
"Sshh.. baby. It's okay. I'm fine I swear. Please don't cry." He coed into my hair.
I pulled back a bit. "But the fire, your clothes, and body. My fire burnt you." I cried.
Logan shook his head. "I'm fine Eva I swear. Look." Logan took off the shirt he was wearing, revealing his perfectly toned abs and his uninjured skin.
I slowly reached with my fingers to touch were I remember was burnt from before.
I sob escape my lips once again. "Thank God you're okay. Thank God."
Luga pulled my back to his chest and ran his fingers through my hair in a soothing manner.
"Please don't cry baby girl," Logan whispered and I nodded my head as I tried controlling my crying.
"W-what happened to Wendy?" I asked as I pulled back slightly. Not that I cared but I was still curious.
"Let's not think about this right now. How are you feeling? Want me to bring you something." Logan asked with worry-filled eyes.
"No, I'm fine. I feel better than before." I replied, feeling my headache already gone.
"The ceremony was ruined wasn't it?" I asked the question that I was dreading the answer to.
Logan's smile widened and shook his head.
"Nope. They're all still gathered downstairs, talking, laughing and eating. My parents were able to control everything." He said with a grin. I let out a breath in relief.
"So the night wasn't ruined?" I asked in slight confusion. I remember making a rather large scene.
"Nope." Logan shook his head again, popping the 'p'.
"And the night is still young you know." He told me suggestively.
I looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean that we still have time for my surprise." He answered with a grin.
I opened my eyes in surprise.
Logan put his shirt back on and got up from his place, holding my hand and leading me outside.
When I was out from under the covers, I realized that I was no longer in the dress I was in. I was now wearing pajama pants and a long-sleeved v-neck shirt.
I stopped abruptly, making Logan stop as well and look back at me in confusion.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked as he closed the distance between us.
"I'm not wearing my dress." I blurted out.
"What? Er...uh..yeah, mom helped you change so that you'd sleep comfortably." He replied and scratched the back of his neck.
"You didn't happen to be there did you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Er...I saw nothing I swear. I had my body turned the other way." He answered in a rush. "I thought you might mind and I didn't want you to be angry or embarrassed." He said in a low tone.
"I wouldn't have minded." My tongue spoke on its own but thinking again, I really wouldn't have. I was more than ready for anything.
Logan's eyes darkened but he didn't take time to close his eyes and open them, revealing his normal eye color was back.
"Don't say things like that all of a sudden Eva or I'd take you right then and there." Logan's voice was husky and it seemed like he was trying to control himself.
I blushed furiously and lowered my gaze. "Sorry," I mumbled and bit my lower lip. What was I thinking, talking so bluntly?
Logan groaned. "Don't apologize either." He groaned again quickly turned around. "Let's just go before I do something irrational.
We were heading towards the front door but once again, I stopped in my tracks and pulled Logan by our intertwined hands.
"Logan, I can't go out like this," I told him and signaled at my outfit. I was wearing pajamas and that wasn't really how the pack members should see me with on the first day they know of me.
Logan seemed to be thinking about something then all too suddenly, his face lit up.
"Let's go through the back door." He suggested and pulled me towards the kitchen where the back door was.
We stepped out of the pack house's threshold and into the night air.
I was able to hear the chattering of the pack as Logan and I made our way through the woods.
After what seemed to be fifteen minutes of walking, Logan finally stood in front of a house I've never seen before but then again, I didn't see much ever since I came.
It was a two-story house with a front patio. There was a comfy looking swing right next to the front door and flower vases adorned the sides. There was a spotlight on top of the door, illuminating enough light for me to see.
There was a balcony on the right side of the second floor and I assumed it to belong to a bedroom. There was also a window on the other side and another window on the first floor next to the front door.
"What's this Logan," I asked, my eyes never leaving the maroon and white painted house. The door and window frames though, we're black.
"This is my gift to you, Eva. This is our house." Logan replied with and grin.
I looked at him in shock, both my eyes and my mouth opened wide. Our house?
Logan pulled me by my hand and led us inside.
He opened the door and switched on the light to reveal a very beautifully decorated entrance.
On my right side was a big open living room. There was a big, couch resting against the wall, a love seat sitting right angle to it and two armchairs on the opposite side. They were all red with white, gray and black cushions. There was a large LCD TV hanging on the wall opposite the couch and a rectangular glass table in the middle. There was a shell-looking dish with dried flower petals on top of the table and a fluffy carpet below it. The carpet was a mixture of red, black and white to match. There was also a window seat with a lot of colorful pillows on it.
I was looking at it in awe that I didn't realize Logan tugging on my hand.
"You like it that much?" He asked from beside me.
"Like it? I love it!" I replied in excitement. I can't believe that this was my house, one I'd her with Logan.
"That's only on the part," Logan said and I let him take me away from the mesmerizing living room.
Turning around from the living room, I realized the other side only had spotlights illuminating light on an empty wall and small flower vases lining the whole wall.
I looked at Logan in confusion, not understanding the whole point of it.
"This is where we'll hang our pictures. Whatever pictures we take together, I want to hang it here on this wall." He explained, his words making my heart flip several times inside my chest.
Logan, once again, pulled me away.
The bottom floor consisted of the living room, a small bathroom, a dining room, and a kitchen.
The second floor had bedrooms.
There were about three identical bedrooms and a master bedroom, each having its bathroom.
Two of the identical bedroom were empty and only one was furnished. Logan said that it would serve as the guest's bedroom while the others remain empty as we won't be needing them right now.
Logan opened the door to the master bedroom revealing what I assume would be my haven.
It was beautiful to say the least, even more beautiful than the living room, bathrooms and kitchen altogether.
There was a king-sized bed against the right wall and two nightstands on each side. I realized the mini-fridge that Logan bought me was standing next to one of the nightstands in the far corner.
There was a large vanity against the wall opposite the door and a door to what I assume to be the balcony next to it.
The bathroom door was opposite the bed and I couldn't help but notice the similarity it had with our room back at the packhouse.
A second door was next to the bathroom and I guessed it was the closet.
The bedroom had a purple, grey and white theme. The carpet, however, lacked the purple.
The wall behind the bed had a large painting of the sky during sunrise. The beautiful mixture of purple, blue, pink and light orange matched the bedroom perfectly.
I felt Logan stand behind me and then he snaked his arms around my torso, pulling me against his chest.
"You like it?" He asked, his breath fanning my ear causing chills to run down my spine.
I nodded my head, not able to trust my voice.
Logan kissed my neck gently and I felt my heart go into overdrive.
A small moan escaped my lips and I pressed myself more against Logan.
"Is this when you'll mark me?" I asked in a low tone.
"Do you want me to stop?" Logan asked as he started peppering wet kisses on my neck.
The slight moan that escaped my lips surely didn't make him stop.
"Tell me, Eva. I'll do as you say." He mumbled between kisses.
"Don't....stop." I tried to breathe out.
As soon as the words left my lips, Logan turned me around and crashed my lips to his. Our lips moved in perfect sync and soon, Logan was ushering my with his tongue to open my mouth.
I immediately complied, allowing his tongue to roam my mouth and dance with mine.
I didn't bother fighting for dominance since I knew that it's a lost cause and simply let him take control.
Logan's hands left my waist and made their way to my thighs where he pulled me up. I quickly wrapped my legs around his body.
His hands went back to my waist, this time under my shirt while I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged at them slightly making him moan into our kiss.
I didn't realize that Logan was moving until my body hit the soft bed.
We broke apart from the kiss, trying to bring some air into our lungs. Logan though didn't allow his lips to leave my body as he trailed them down my neck.
He first kissed my cheek and then kissed his way down to where he would mark me.
His tongue joined in and he soon was working his magic on my neck, leaving hickeys everywhere. 
His mouth came back to where his mark would and worked on it extra long. I was squirming under him in pleasure.
I felt his canines grazed my skin and then ever so gently, they broke through my skin.
The bite stung, making me whimper slightly in pain. Logan retracted his canines back and licked the blood the escaped.
He kissed his mark, sending shivers down my spine. The butterflies were having the party of the year in my stomach and my body was aching for Logan.
Logan raised his head back to mine and once again, captured my lips in his.
Logan's body against mine made me feel safe, wanted and loved. I could imagine living the rest of my life with him, growing old and toothless.
In the end, tonight was most definitely the most amazing and wonderful night I've ever experienced in my twenty years of living and for the first time, I was finally whole.

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She becomes a slave of a New Moon Clan for 10 years after her money-driven parent's sold her. She lost her own identity and become a worthless human. Her only desire is to skip from that situation. A loving alpha mate from Wolf Clan gives her a new life, new family and new beginning. Is that really so simple when she discovered her own true form as a fox? Would their love to each other stand in a struggle and chaotic worlds of wolves clan?


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Looking at the wall I feel like banging my head against it but I don't.
Walking into the room they put Sage in, I don't know what to say or really how to feel. It's been two days since the accident and the doctors said the brain damage was minimized due to him not hitting anything but the doctor said that this doesn't explain why his skull was cracked.
He's wrapped in bandages just lying there and here I am sitting next to him. We're supposed to be best friends, be there for each other but I wasn't and now he is laying here unconscious while I'm perfectly fine.
A knock on the door caught my attention.
Looking back its one of the officers from before. Walking out, we spoke.
"I've brought the video of Mr Clark's actions before his accident from the inside dashcam," he says as he taps on the screen of the iPad in his hand.
"Ah, thank you," I say not really sure.
He clicked play and I watch as Sage runs to his car and sits inside it. My heart tightens as I watching him hyperventilate and hear him scream. I pause the video and look around remembering where I am. The nurses are looking at me with a frown.
We go outside and I press play. I pause the video after I watch him bang his head against the steering wheel. Pressing play I see him look into the rearview mirror with dull eyes as he drives off still crying. The police chase after him and a slight smile played on his lips as his eyes sparkle with light just before the car drives off the cliff and the smile stays.
His head and body jump around in the seat belt but he is safe. When it stops, he looks around the car with tears still streaming down his bloody cheeks. He leans his head against the seat and looks into the camera as if he is looking right at me.
At this moment, he smiled while looking into my eyes and says, 'I love you, Ethan.' His lips, I read it… it's like I could hear him say those words? Why is that his last words? Why is my heart beating so fast? Why the fuck do I feel like it wasn't the usual I love you and it meant more…
"Mr Demetri?" the officer calls pulling me out of my thoughts. Looking at him I blinked back my tears and hand him the iPad back. Clearing my throat I wiped away my tears, "W-what did he say before he closed his eyes?"
The officer looked at me with pity and I don't know why, "We had a specialist take a look and the words that he could make out is," he says as he takes out a paper from his pocket and hands it to me.
The words on the paper make my legs numb but I catch myself before falling as he helps me up. I thank him and walk back to the room where Aunty Sandra is on the opposite side of Sage. She looked up at me with a weary smile, "What did he say?"
Clearing my throat I answer, "He showed me the video from the inside dashcam."
"Does it show anything that explains why he would kill himself?" she asks looking at me hopefully.
Shaking my head, "No but it shows the reasons behind the skull fractures… Sage… he hit his own head against the steering wheel before he left the parking lot."
Her breathing hitches and she covers her mouth with her hands. Looking at her son she burst into tears again and quickly makes her way to the private bathroom.
Pulling a chair to the bedside, I sit down leaning my head against his hand that is covered in a bandage with a needle and tube pierced into it. Opening my eyes I looked at his slender fingers, thinking of possible reasons why he'd commit suicide.
Moving my head closer I kiss his left hand's middle finger and take its top part into my mouth gently. Running my tongue along the side of it I force myself to let go before I bite on it.
Sighing I lean my hand against his hand again and look down at the folded paper in my hands, unfolding it slowly I read it to myself, 'I'm sorry Ethan, I can't watch you be happy. I betrayed our friendship and fell in love with you instead, not really since I've loved you since the day we first met. I love you, Ethan, always.'
My eyes water at the thought of me being the reason why this all happened, I don't want that to be true and I hate this. I've had my suspicions about it and was waiting for him to say something be he never once did so I naturally forgot about it.
Running a hand through my hair I get up and let Aunty Sandra know that I was leaving – this is getting too much for me I need to get back to work.
*
Standing before the door of his apartment I looked at it blankly. It's been a week now and I need to at least clean up this place… it feels like forever since I was last here.
Typing in the passcode the door clicked and I opened it. Walking in, I was bombarded with a dry smell. Opening the windows and tidying up the couch pillows, I make my way to the kitchen to empty the trash can and fridge.
There are no dirty dishes nor is the apartment dirty since he tends to clean up after himself. After sweeping, I made my way to his home office. I empty the trash can at the door into the white bag and dust off the bookshelf.
Sitting behind his desk I stack the papers and files neatly. Leaning back into the chair I look at the frames on his desk. These two frames, a silver frame with a picture of him and I smiling when we were younger, it's the one taken on the day we first met twenty years ago… the second frame is a white vintage-looking one that has only one person in the picture – me.
Frowning I quickly get up and jog back to the den because I noticed something but didn't pay attention to it. Stopping in my tracks I look to the walls and on the walls, in the picture frames hanging there, it's just the two of us.
Last time I was here there were only a few of him and me together… when was that? Looking down at my hands I counted – three months.
My eyes widened in shock. I know that both of us have been busy and the few times when I wanted to come over he refused and just went over to my place instead. My heart pounds against my chest so fast and hard – it tightens.
Walking slowly back to his office I stared blankly at the ceiling, this is too much to take in really! He's loved me, he loves me, Sage… and he's gay?
Rubbing my face I sigh, I switch his desktop on and I am the desktop wallpaper. There are many files and folders and one specifically that catches my attention, a file named 'The Reason for my Broken Heart'.
Clicking on it, I whimper as the folder opens. My tears fall as I scroll through all the pictures of him and me. I blink my tears away that is making my eyes burn.
This is tiring me out! Closing the door behind me I make my way to the bedroom to rest my head but after opening the door I freeze – I'm in this room too!
Closing my eyes I drop down on the bed and pull the pillow near me placing it under my head. Taking in the axe scent in the pillow and on the grey silk sheets I pull it closer to me – is this what Sage smells like? It's calming.

My Everything!

My Heart!

My Love!

My Soul!

My Desires!

My All!

You are my everything!
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#1 - Prince Aldrich's Story
#2 - Sage's Unrequited Love
#3 - Guns' Uncalled For Love
#4 - Taylum's Innocent Love
#5 - Just Maybe
#6 - Requited Love
#7 - Leaving My Mark In You
#8 - Blinded
#9 - Find You

In the futuristic setting of 2709, the young man with the unique name of ‘Vyrin’ has just began to attend one of the two most prestigious institutions in the United States: the Partnered Puppeteering Academy of the Eastern Gate.

Times have changed: the United States was compacted into two Gates: the Western and the Eastern, with urbanization taking over even the previously barren lands of the mountains in the far west. The discovery of fiction material becoming a realization has been made and the increasing production of supernatural events rose. 

In this day and age, it was almost impossible to live an ordinary life. Unfortunately, Vyrin would soon learn this first-hand.

Even the others could sense the hatred in Hu Zhiyong's eyes, not to mention Lin Qiao herself.
But, before she turned back to look at him, a man stepped up behind her and blocked his sight. 
"Chairman Hu, I have to remind you that you should better stay here and rest. Don't go to the front lines. That's too dangerous for you. What if someone accidentally shattered your arm?" While walking behind Lin Qiao, Wu Chengyue turned and said to Hu Zhiyong with his never-changing smile.
Hu Zhiyong stared at him with a sour face but didn't say anything. His lips had even turned bluish because of the ice power, and his pale face was covered in sweat drops.
Soon, the group of people exited the building and disappeared within a blink of an eye. 
Hu Zhiyong came out the last. He spent a second staring where Lin Qiao was, his eyes showing a cold, murderous intention. Next, he flashed across the air and disappeared as well.
Hundreds of meters away from the gate which was under attack, a few people showed up on top of the fence wall. At that moment, another lightning bolt descended from the sky. But, before it landed on the nearly broken gate, it turned in the air and flew to the side.
Following a sizzling noise, Wu Chengyue raised a hand and caught the lightning with a palm, then glanced around with a bland look.
"I can hold off the lightning. You guys do what you have to do," Wu Chengyue glanced around but failed to sense the zombie emperor's vibe. After that, he slightly turned his head and said to the others.
Si Kongchen made a step forward and looked at the dents on the metal wall near the gate. The lightning strikes were too intense, such that the metal wall was even cracked.
That area was noisy. However, all the zombies there were at very low levels. Not even a level-four could be found.
People knew that a zombie emperor was out there, but could not find even a trace of his. They needed to know where the real enemy was. But currently, they had no way of locating him.
Lin Qiao knew where he was. But, would she ever tell the others about that? Of course, she wouldn't!
As she had said, she was there to watch, and…
She quickly glanced back at the inner area of Huaxia base.
When she came out of the command building, she moved as fast as she could to bring Lin Kui, Ye Qingxian and Mo out of her space to look for Lin Kui's sister. 
Lin Kui and the two level-six zombies hid themselves after coming out of Lin Qiao's space, then followed his memories to sneak toward where his sister lived. He arrived in that area before long.
That was a lodging area for commoners. It used to be noisy and busy, but it was all quiet now, with very few people to be seen. All the windows were closed. 
Lin Kui and the other two zombies sensed the human scents from that area. Many scents were mixed together, but none was fresh. Most of them had been fading away.
Based on the scents, they figured that many people had left that area.
Most of the males had been sent to the wall to fight against the zombies. Only the weak, ill ones, and women stayed in that area.
After arriving at the area, Lin Kui hid on a tree and carefully sniffed at the air to look for his sister's scent. His heart slowly sank as a serious look emerged on his face.
Next, he jumped onto a roof near the tree, then leaped toward one direction. He moved fast, the two level-six zombies following behind him.
Soon, he arrived at a residential area. Some buildings with five or seven stories were densely standing in that area. Lin Kui quickly found his sister's building and climbed down through window frames to the balcony of a flat on the fifth floor.
The balcony windows in that building were all installed with guard railings.
Lin Kui turned and looked around; the area was so quiet. No one seemed to notice that a zombie was hanging on a window on that building.
He gave an eye signal to the level-six zombie beside him. Receiving that, Mo raised a hand to create a hole on the guard railings before Lin Kui's eyes.
After getting into the flat, Lin Kui wore a bigger frown. 
No one was in the flat. It was a studio for rent, with one bedroom, one bathroom and a kitchen. The kitchen was connected with the balcony. Lin Kui had been there many times, and this place was filled with the scent that he was familiar with.
However, that lingering scent was fading. In fact, it had already become very faint. If the sense of smell that zombies had wasn't hundreds of times better than that of dogs, Lin Kui and his zombie friends wouldn't be able to smell that scent.
The fading smell meant that the owner of the flat hadn't lived there for at least half a month.
The person who was supposed to live there was gone for over half a year. Where had she been?
Lin Kui looked around the flat and found the furniture pieces covered in a thin layer of dust. No daily supplies or clothes could be found. It seemed that whoever lived there had moved away.
Lin Kui had no idea where his sister moved to and why. Except for that place, he couldn't sense his sister's scent from anywhere in Huaxia Base.
What he could sense was only a rough range.
He thought for a moment, then quickly left the flat and climbed onto the roof. Once again, he sniffed around the building very carefully.
No… He still couldn't sense his sister.
As his sister wasn't in that area, Lin Kui immediately led the other two zombies to the next residential area.
Back at the entrance which was under attack, Wu Chengyue took a few lightning strikes in a row, after which, Mo Yan paused briefly.
After arriving at that area, Si Kongchen conveniently sent out a few fire dragons toward the zombie crowd.
The fire dragons dived into the zombie crowd along with scorching heat and swept the nearby zombies off the wall. Those zombies were burned into ashes before they even fell to the ground. The fire dragons flew around the fence wall and burned the zombies that were piling up in that area into puffs of black ash, dissipating in the air.
Si Kongchen looked very composed, seeming to control those fire dragons quite easily. At the same time, he was carefully observing into the distance, trying to find out where the zombie emperor was hiding while he attacked the gate.
Not only him, the others had observed the surrounding area as well, but no one discovered any trace of the zombie emperor.
Lin Qiao was the only one who had been glancing from one spot to another from time to time. 
At that point, twisting lightning bolts flickered in the dark clouds again, and muffled, rumbling thunder came from the sky.
"Can't you sense the source of his power?" Si Kongchen abruptly turned to Wu Chengyue and asked.
"I can't," Wu Chengyue shook his head.
He didn't lie. He really could not locate Mo Yan by tracking the latter's lightning power.


Lin Qiao remembers nothing from the past five years since the post-apocalyptic era began. She wakes up only to find herself having become a newborn, superpowered zombie, in a body that used to belong to an evil and notorious woman!

Having kidnapped a girl and raped her father, the previous host met her demise at the very hands of the conspiracies she courted all her life, leaving Lin Qiao no choice but to deal with the consequences while trying to figure out her own past and the fate of her loved ones. 

As for the little girl’s father, can’t he just have a decent fight? He’s a human being, but why is he biting a zombie? She’s the zombie! She’s the one who’s supposed to bite! 

Yes, the one interested in the boiler wasn’t Godzilla, but Li Du.
Earlier, Li Du had asked Hans about the personality of Garter; Hans had said he was a cunning, cautious person.
Thus, Mr. Li had guessed that if he were to directly offer his chandeliers to trade with the boiler, or if he were to try and purchase it with cash, Garter would probably suspect that he had some hidden intentions.
After some thought, he decided to use the jade replica to test things out, and formulated Plan A and Plan B.
If Garter were willing to exchange the chandelier for the replica, then he would execute Plan A: He would offer something else in exchange for the distilling boiler. If Garter were overly wary and unwilling to trade, then he would activate Plan B: Godzilla would state that he likes the boiler, and Li Du would then try to bait Garter into making a trade.
In the end, after testing him, it seemed that Garter was in fact an extremely cautious individual, and rejected Li Du’s offer. However, he was also quite foolish. Once Godzilla appeared, he had taken the bait.
Packing up the distilling boiler, Li Du suggested to Hans to continue trading with the treasure hunters from the old goods auction.
The camp still had all kinds of valuable old goods, such as appliances, furniture, and some decorations.
A few more treasure hunters came over. Some of the old goods caught their eye, so they brought back the useless junk around them. Some were unwilling to clear the junk, so they brought their own old goods to trade.
Li Du minimized cash trades. They either had to help clear out the junk, or they had to use old goods to barter. He prioritized these two methods.
Someone asked, "Hey, Boss Li, why don’t you sell the useful old goods? You’re just throwing your money away like this."
Li Du laughed, but didn’t explain why to him. Though, he didn’t think he could explain why in the first place.
According to his plan, bartering was to bring to them closer to the old goods auction business, while clearing the junk was a way of the laying out the initial foundations for their future scheme.
When business grew larger, the number of auctions that he had to attend would increase because he would need to get as many items as possible. It would be too much of a waste of time if he had to look into each of the storage units to search for something valuable.
Now, Li Du was more ambitious. He only wanted the most valuable and easiest-to-sell goods. He didn’t want those ordinary second-hand goods, and didn’t want to waste his energy just to make a small profit.
With these conditions, he decided that it would be better to just let the treasure hunters from the old goods auction to pick things out for themselves, and help them clear up the trash they got from the units.
Without a doubt, to treasure hunters, clearing up the trash and getting something valuable in return was a worthwhile exchange for them.
As the business grew larger with more old goods, Li Du would change his method of trade.
When that time came, Li Du would organize his own team of men to clear the junk. The valuable goods would be sold off with cash or bartering.
The reason why he could not do that now was that the scale of this business was still small. He didn’t have many valuable goods, and there were also not many treasure hunters who would come.
To put it simply, he was using this method to attract treasure hunters to his storage site.
Later, once the frequency of visitors, size, and reputation of the place increased, he would be able to start up a regular old goods market.
Eventually, he wanted to be able to set up an old goods auction.
However, all that was stuff was in the future, and not something that could be achieved in a short period of time. It also wasn’t something that he was focusing on for now.
What was more important in the present was to set up the prefab cabin.
Following the arrival of a truck, there was also a small crane. The cabin didn’t seem big, but the workmanship needed was detailed; to have set it up with just human labor would have been extremely difficult.
Li Du had already picked a spot for the cabin. The workers examined the ground before nodding to give the go-ahead.
The walls of the cabin were made of fiberglass; the floors were synthetic wood, about ten inches thick. They had a unique pattern, and were a decorative, cozy sight when laid down.
The workers cleaned the grounds, and quickly set up a waterproof and corrosion-proof layer on the ground. They then began laying down the floors.
With the floors done, they started building the east and west walls.
The crane continued the job, starting by setting up the load-bearing walls and support frames. The load-bearing walls also used synthetic wood. This material was extremely sturdy and lasting; it could stand for 20 to 30 years.
The cabin used a traditional, open-style concept. It had two stories, with the first floor as a living room, and the second floor as a bedroom. Excluding the space taken up by the stairs, the second floor had a space of 250 square feet.
With the speedy work from the workers, the cabin gradually came into shape.
A sparrow might have been small, but it still had all the functioning organs; This cabin had all the proper living facilities, including a separate bathroom, a kitchen, a large bed, and a couch.
There was even a small study set up in the corner, that could double up as an office.
The most spacious area was the living room. It had an added function: besides accommodating guests, it could also transform into a small bar, or a playground for children.
The kitchen was in the living room. It was right beside a wall, which had a vent, which was the kitchen exhaust system; there would be no issues with cooking any oily dishes.
There was also a stove, kitchen counters, and drawers. A small ice cooler was under the counter, and a fridge was beside it.
At the other side of the living room, there was a door that led to the bathroom. The facilities were very modernized, with a toilet imported from Japan. However, no matter how "modernized" it was, the sewage would have to be manually cleared.
Beside the bathroom was the shower room. Having a separate bathroom and shower room was something that couldn’t be done in many homes.
The second floor was very comfortable and was divided into two rooms. If the couch in the living room were opened up, then there would be three rooms, enough to accommodate three people.
The furniture and appliances in the bedrooms were bought as a set, with each of them having a TV and a large bed. One of them was an expensive air mattress; it would surely be heavenly to lie on them.
Lastly, with the interior done, all that was left would be to build the remaining two walls. The crane placed the roof on, and the cabin was done!
The roof was tilted, with a layer of solar panels to collect solar energy.
Even in winter, the energy collected in a day could power the LED lights for a week, because these LED lights consumed very little electricity.
In a sweltering hot summer like this one, the fridge, cooler, lights, kitchen exhaust, and heater, could all be powered by solar energy.
However, if the air-conditioning was to be used, then the generator had to be started up. A quiet, gasoline generator was also installed—everything was perfect!


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

The next day, being a rather nosy fellow that I always had been, I followed the group back to the grounds of the housing development project as they hauled 3 more wagon lots of materials, this time with 2 door frames with swinging doors on it and the 4 window frames and swinging windows.

If only we had colour pigments available, I am sure the doors and windows of the wooden frame would be painted with splashing and lovely colours. What we have is dye and it would fade off in weather-beaten environments within a  few months.

Nevertheless, without colours, these naturally coloured parts of the building would do just fine. The T&B as well as the kitchen sink was important as they need to be set up and aligned accordingly to the top floor when they had been built so a commode, earthen vat and a free-standing clay sink for the kitchen and T&B had been placed but not affixed yet as the builders have to work their way around.

Using a light 2 by 1 timber, the builders used them to secure the door frames first to the support beams as thin threads were strung across the beams to use it as a guide when they lay the clay bricks. 

Since the houses were built by using clay bricks and not hollow blocks, there was no use for the ¼ inch reinforced bars to be inserted inside the bricks to hold them upright after plastering the mortar. 

Instead, as they used the string, the builders made the bricks stacked up as straight as possible. A large 'L' shaped ruler was set against the wall as the bricks and mortar was set and slight taps were being made to align the clay bricks as straight as possible. 

The engineers, as well as Bob Charlton and son, get to work on the first house as the 20 men looked on with close scrutiny. They dare not make a single mistake because the mistakes would be irreversible. 

After laying the clay bricks around the house right till 3 feet high, they stopped every now and then to ensure there's no minuscule margin of error. When the desired height was achieved and the window frames were placed on the designated area, it was soon secured by using the 2 by 1 timber as the mortar was placed just before the frame was set in place. 

"HAH... We have done upright to this part. Now 4 of you split up and work on 5 houses in the first row. Each of the foremen would guide you so don't rush and do your work meticulously. If you had performed the task satisfactorily, all 20 of you would be the building supervisors and lead 4 men under you ONCE the deforestation had been completed."

"Trust in yourself as Our Majesty trusts in all of us. It's not easy for Our Majesty to trust a person so you need to work hard on it and make your family proud of you."

One of the engineers hypes up the psychological attitude of the 20 men as they emphasised on honour and respect instead of gaining fame and wealth instead.

The 20 men clenched their fists and pumped it several times in the air and shouted in unison, "For His Majesty... For His Majesty... For His Majesty." 

I was carrying the door and window frames along with several pieces of 2 by 1 timber over to the residential lots so that the men would immediately work on the project when they make themselves into 5 groups. Even the stacks of bricks were loaded into a pushcart and were left there for the ease of use. 

Seeing me rolling up their sleeves, sweating under the morning sun and working alongside the men just like an ordinary citizen brought a sense of respect to me since they never realised a royal to work and toil like them. 

When the 20 men split into groups, they immediately took over and let me rest to sit under the shade but my nature doesn't allow me to do so as I set myself on how to make work lighter to them as I worked myself to be the advanced party to hand over the necessary materials within their workspace. 

Ben and Priest Earl marked out another 16 plots and made the 5-foot footpath and the 10-foot footpath accordingly and once everything had been done, they ate lunch that was sent by Old Kayla and then the three of us hitched a ride back to town after the 20 builders and 6 others had their fills. 

A half-hour before dinner, the 20 builders and 6 others arrived back to town where during the nightly conference they had stood up and reported their work progress.

By the end of the day, 5 houses had been laid by clay bricks inside and the outline as well, right till half of the window frames' height, which means it had already reached 4½ feet high. Wooden ladders had been constructed to make work easier when the bricks had to lie higher. 

The 'L' shaped staircase had been erected near the doorway of the kitchen where then clay bricks had been lain to make a wall outside the adjoining one of the kitchen and T&B. At least one portion of the 10 feet wall was completely setup. 

By the looks of it, by tomorrow, the remaining walls could be completed and the cross beams to support the second floor would soon be erected. Once the walls were steady to support those beams, the rest of the construction would soon be completed for the second floor was made of wooden panellings.

Everyone wanted to take a look at the progress of the house but after discovering that they had to walk 1 hour to and 1 hour back, they decided against it and they all diverted their attention to the anticipated wrestling match that would be held in 2 days time. Besides, their salary would be issued a day before so it would not clash with the event.

When I heard about the near completion of the first floor, I was really happy and satisfied d with the men's performance since the 20 men really did put their heart and soul in making these homes a dream come true.

"You guys had really managed to nearly complete the bricks up to midway of the window frames?"

"Wow... That means half a day tomorrow would enable you to complete the whole interior and exterior walls, right?"

"Wow... I'm really so happy for you guys, what the engineers had mentioned was true after all it would take 5 guys to complete a single house in 7 days."

The guys were praised and their sense of ownership and being respected for their work and worth were recognised, no only by nobles or royals but the most importantly in front of their family and friends and nearly one thousand strong witnesses...!

They felt a sense of belonging in the town and were all waiting for the rest of them to complete the deforestation and then work on the housing development project together as the 20 of them would soon be building supervisors...!

During the period of 1337-1453, a terrible war broke in Medieval England and that period was called (Hundred Year's War) and a huge turmoil ensued between the England and France with the involvement of rebels as well as opportunists. 

Prince Audemars Macleod, a descendent of King Richard Macleod of Darlington had barely managed to escape with his life when the Manor he was living in was besieged by rebels in 1440, when he was just barely 18 years old.

Let us travel through time and relive the experiences of this young Prince as he was forced to 'banished' and survive with some followers they entrusted their lives with him.

Little did he realise that he was actually living in the past of his future and had no recollection of anything except when he was narrated by a Seer that had been inducted as a permanent resident of the town he founded later.

*This is a fictional world. Most plants, vegetables, fruits and certain animals didn't exist in England that time.

*Almost all novels start off with a system. This does not reveal any hint of a system until you get to almost halfway through the novel. 

* Mobsters are included in the later chapters of this novel too. 

*This is a slow grind so bear with it as the storyline develops. Thank you and happy reading...

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