Basically I pulled a couple of pictures from one of my favorite comic!

The phone in the movie vibrated. Qiumei stopped arranging her stuff and picked up the phone. Without seeing the caller ID, she answered the call directly. "Hello, who is this?"
"We just chatted on the internet. I saw that you'd left your phone number on your personal page, so I thought I'd give you a call." A man's voice came from the other end. The person did not sound that old because his voice was still settling into puberty.
"We just chatted on the internet?" Qiumei pulled back the phone to look at the screen. "You are the Non-Existent Man!"
"That is my online ID."
"Why would you use a name like that?"
"That is not important. The important thing is that I have managed to reach you." The boy purposely lowered his voice, as if it could make him sound more mature and mysterious.
"The number I left on my page is real, so is it really that surprising that you can make this call? Have you called other girls on their number before and ended up being catfished?" Wenyu did not treat the boy seriously.
"I am talking to you via a dead person's phone. The fact that you are able to answer the call means that part of what you said is real."
"You sure have a strange way of clarifying people's claims." Wenyu's attitude turned chillier. Strangely enough, she was not surprised by what the boy said. "Speak, why are you calling me?"
"I simply wish to save your life—I'm afraid that you might go on a suicide mission." The boy did not sound old, but he seemed to have lived through a lot.
"Suicide mission?"
"Why would you want to return now that you have managed to escape? I know you won't remember many things, but have you ever considered that the memory is the cost you paid for your escape?" The boy tried to persuade her. "For the sake of escape, even your memory has been surrendered. However, to regain the lost memory, you'll voluntarily return. Have you heard of anything stupider in this world?"
"I am not going back to search for my memory; I am going there to search for a person." Wenyu unlocked the door and studied the notebook inside. "Wenyu is the name of this body, but that is not my name."
Her finger slid across the cover of the notebook, and it glided over the name Qiumei.
"I don't care why are you returning, but I don't suggest returning to this place. Remember! Do not go back there!" There was the sound of something heavy being dragged coming from the other end of the phone, and with that, the call was hurriedly ended.
"I know that the place is very dangerous, but certain things cannot be avoided." The main character placed the arranged information by the headboard, and then she crawled into bed, hugging the phone. She tried to contact the Non-Existent Man, but there was no reply.
"Of all the information that I can find on this university online, they say that it is a private school and built by a private donor. But based on the pictures online, the scale is way beyond that of a normal school. Its size is even bigger than a normal university."
Wenyu planned to visit this school. She took out paper and pen and recorded all the information she could find on the phone.
"Some of the pictures have watermarks on them, so they might be fake, but how come some of the other pictures just look so strange?"
Perhaps it was the angle of the camera or an issue with the buildings, but in some of the pictures, regardless of whether it was day or night outside, the room had this dim, eeriness to it. The girl turned the bedroom light off but left the bedside lamp on. She lay in bed and started to do her homework. Seeing the girl on screen, Chen Ge was reminded of himself. Before the start of any mission, he would often gather and analyze information like Wenyu.
"This ghost story reminds me of myself too much." The time ticked away, and Wenyu gradually fell asleep, lying in bed. The pen slipped from her hand, and it landed on the ground. It rolled away until it stopped right at the bathroom door.
She had to work in the day and study at night. Wenyu was very tired, and she slept very soundly. The camera pulled back, and it focused on the sleeping Wenyu. It was hard to tell what the director was going for. He used a ten-second cut to focus on a sleeping Wenyu.
Chen Ge's employees were not treated to a night at the movies often. They stared at the screen with open curiosity. Their attention was rapt, and they tried their best to follow the director's rhythm, attempting to understand his perspective.
"I admit that the girl is rather pretty, but hasn't this scene dragged on for a bit too long already?" Bai Qiulin finally voiced his thoughts. "When her eye was open, there was an air of resentment around her, but weirdly enough, after she closed her eye, the air disappeared completely."
"This director is good at his job. From his previous short film, I know that he would not waste a single cut. There has to be a purpose to this." Chen Ge waited patiently, and after some time, he noticed something. "The bottom left corner of the screen. Yes! There, the spot where the pen fell and stopped earlier."
The door to the bathroom was left open, and the pen stopped right next to it. The only light source in the room came from the bedside lamp. Due to the camera angle, one realized that the bathroom was not completely dark, and a streak of weak light fell on the bathroom mirror.
The movie seemed to have stopped with the main character soundly sleeping, but as one studied it further, the feeling of something being not right grew. The reason was because the scene had not fully stilled. In the corner of the screen, inside the bathroom, something was moving!
The image on screen looked warm—the soft yellow light, fluffy mattress, and a sleeping beauty. However, once their gazes wandered to the corner of the screen and saw what was happening inside the bathroom, the sudden contrast would cause the audience's hair to rise.
Inside the dim bathroom, a woman in a red outfit was standing before the mirror. She twisted her neck, but she kept her eyes glued to the camera!
The face was hidden in the dark, and when the audience chanced upon it, it would feel like the face was staring at them through the screen.
"I knew something is not right!"
No matter what kind of style the movie adopted, at the end of the day, it was a horror movie. The pen on the ground moved on its own. The woman in the bathroom had already disappeared from the mirror, and one was given a glimpse of a woman in a red outfit moving in the room.
The majority of the scene had not changed; the only thing that changed was the reflection of the mirror in the bathroom.
The rental room was only so big. There was no living room, and the bedroom was attached to the bathroom. The scene maintained its warmth with the occasional strange sound.
The pen rolled on the ground, and the lizards on the wall crawled away. The light from the bedside lamp cast a shadow, but the shadow did not belong to the room owner, who was sleeping.
The papers on the table were flipped through, and the lock on the drawer jangled like someone was trying to open it.
Moments later, everything returned to silence, but then the scariest scene appeared.
The pillow on the bed indented downward like someone had lain down next to the main character.


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

Denki walked with them out to the hall. Midoriya quickly stole Kami's spot, cuddling with Kiri. He's so warm.

In the hall with Oliva, Oliva was trying to find the right words.

"Huh. Denki, we brought your sister in and asked about the beatings. She told us your parents never put their hands on her, but she witnessed multiple beatings. She also told us you no longer live with them."

"That's true."

"Ok, since we don't have pictures or access to your x-rays, we can't take you to trial."

Kami's heart shattered. What did they mean? Were his parents going to get away with this?

"O-okay," he stuttered out, quickly turning away from her walking back into the waiting room.

Kami walked into the room, Midoriya almost immediately knew something was wrong. He pushed out of Kiri's grasp and stood to rush to Kami. Kami collapsed into him. His breathing was shaky and uneven.

"Come on, let's sit," Midoriya gently moved with Karminari away from Kiri (as the other end of the couch.)

He sat with Karminaris head on his shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Midoriya asked quietly with his mom voice.

"N-n-no. No-not n-now," Karminari stuttered as if he was having trouble talking.

"All right," Midoriya sighed, and moved away from Kami, testing something.

"Stop," Kami whispered, pulling his head up a bit.

Midoriya looked into Karminari's eyes.

His eyes were almost emotionless, almost. Midoriya brushed his thumb under Kami's eyes and cupped his face.

Kami leaned into the touch even if it was only slightly. Midoriya noticed and hugged him, cooing to him softly.

Kami needed that. The hug felt like heaven. Only he knew it would not last. He pushed Midoriya away and said he had to use the bathroom and left.

Midoriya cuddled back into Kiri.

"Something's wrong, I will follow him."

"No, don't," Kiri held him in place.

"Why?"

"If he wanted to talk, he would say something. He's usually very vocal about this stuff."

"All right."

Kami's hands were shaking as he walked. He should've just stayed with Izuku, but his walls were rebuilding. Should I just turn around? I don't know where I Am. He looked up. Am I back where I stared?

He looked around, very unsure. He walked through the door. Who are these people?

He quickly turned around and walked into the hall, trying desperately to remember where Izuku and Kirishima where.

He found a bathroom and went in. He slid down the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest. He started calming himself. I really should have just stayed there.

He stood and dusted himself off. He left the bathroom and found the waiting room he was in earlier.

Kami sat at the end of the couch and started thinking. Midoriya moved closer to Kami, slowly. He wanted to make sure he was alright. Midoriya brushed his hand across Kami's face, giving Katsuki this look.

Katsuki understood and whispered to his mother. They stood and left, leaving the boys to chat as they please.

Kami held his gaze at the wall as if absolutely unbothered. He twitched and looked at Midoriya, who was rubbing his face.

"What happened?" Midoriyas face and voice were more sterns.

"I-I-I."

"Take a deep breath, I'll wait until your ready."

"Ok. Oliva told me that since they didn't get pictures and don't have access to my x-rays, they cant take me to court," Kami's eyes started to water.

"Hey, hey. Look at me. I will not let that happen."

Midoriyas eyes were full of hatred. Why would you do that to your own son? Ugh, the nerve of some people. Midoriya let Kami cry into his chest.

"Shh, shh. Your gonna be ok, your gonna be fine," he softly cooed.

A couple weeks later:

"I got the letter," Midoroya jumped up and down excitedly.

"Ok, ok, let's watch."

Midoriya put the DVD in and sat in between Kami's legs on the floor.

"I got in. I got in, yes, yes yes," tears were running down his face, as he shook Kami.

"Haha, I know, I know. You're cute when you're excited," Kami poked Midoriya's nose, making him flustered.

"S-shut up," he complained, as his cheeks dusted a shade of pink.

Midoriya rested his head in Karminari's chest as he played on his phone. Kami watched whatever he was doing, playing with Midoriya's curls. He still couldn't believe that he found someone, well two people, that loved him.

He pulled out his phone and called Kiri.

"Hey."

"Hey, whatsup?"

"We got news today!"

"Alright."

"He got in."

"Really?!"

"Yeah he was so excited, you should've seen him."

Kiri laughed.

"Hey, I'm still here," Midoriya said, looking away from his phone.

"We know," Kami said, smiling down at him.

"Is he making that pouty face?"

"Of course."

"Haha, Ok I have to go."

"OK bye."

"Bye, love you."

"Love you too."

Kami put his phone down next to him.

"You wanna do something?"

"Not particularly."

"Wanna go to the mall?"

"Alright."

Kami playfully pushed midoriya off him.

"Ow," Midoriya whined.

"Awe," Kami kissed his cheek, making him flustered for a second time.

"S-shut up."

"Fine."

Karminari opened Izuku's closet and pulled out a hoodie with some black converse. He went over to one of Izuku's draws and pulled out some jeans. He didn't feel like binding today.

He went to the bathroom to change. He wasn't comfortable changing in front of Izuku yet. He wanted to get top surgery first.

Today would be a good day. Its gonna be the last one for a while.

Arc 1, complete. Arc 2, in progress.
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Kiri and Deku find out that there soulmates. They know someone else should be in this relationship but can the save him. Kami is severely depressed because he has no mark of soulmates. He didn't know about his soulmates.

Karminari's mom is abusive and cases him out of the house, forcing him to live on the streets for like a day. 

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Midoriya is forced to move to the states, to be with his father. His mates call him and text him daily, and cheek upon him.

At first its just some bruises and complaints.

Then one-day Midoriya calls them. The two, and Katsuki make their way to America.

 Will they get midoriya out of there?
 Can they get him out there?
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Warning: Talk of suicide, abuse, drugs, kidnapping, and more, so fair warning.
Also, I will not write smut. These characters are gonna be hella messed up, so be prepared. One more thing, angst, everywhere, this book is not gonna be super happy, there will be fluffy moments, that's about it.

Geo was very particular with details, and for a guy, that was impressive. He laid out a game plan, where we could work side by side at times and separately whenever I was to go on Geo-set-up dates with Matt.

On rare occasions, Geo volunteered to go around and take pictures, himself. I thought at first he had a background in photography. Why else would he be enthusiastic about it, if not to show the school his skill? Then I realized that afternoon he was fond of taking pictures with his high-end phone, storing them like they were his prized possessions. 

"Look at this." He showed me a few pictures of Jazz – jogging, practicing hoops, eating (Jazz's way), and just plain laughing. They weren't artistic photos, not rendered in any artistic way, but they were real, and I liked them a lot.

I smiled and turned back to taking pictures of the guys playing chess. "You're in love with her, aren't you?"

Geo let out a quiet laugh. "Is that what this looks like?" He placed his phone back inside his pocket. "You have no idea how much of a sister that kid is to me."

"Why do you have pictures of her?" I demanded. Geo and Jazz spent a great deal of time together. Probably even more time than Jazz and me. Placing them somewhere beyond the platonic was inevitable.   

He shrugged his shoulders. "I have pictures of a lot of people on my phone. It helps me get to know them." 

I stood from where I was kneeling, thanked the players and headed out of the BRIS main library with Geo. It was almost five in the afternoon and while I had used up four 32-GB compact flash cards in just six hours, I believed I only had less than a hundred good shots for the photo wall. The rest were vanity shots, like the chess pieces and balls and feet, wrinkled foreheads and clenched fists, which I would be able to use should I fall short of emotions. 

"Do you mind if we drop by my dorm room?" Geo asked out of nowhere.

Stopping on my tracks, I swallowed hard. No Reagan girl had ever dared enter the Berkeley dorms. I didn't want to be the first one. "Why?"

"I have a few things I want to show you." 

"Why there?" 

He laughed, pulling me, my feet heavy. "Because my computer's there."

"Get your laptop." I shove his hands away. Why would I need to go to his room? As far as I could remember, he shared his room with Matt. 

"Come on!"

On second thought, maybe I should go. Bedrooms revealed a lot about a person. Maybe I'd find a huge part of who Matt was in there. If I was lucky, it would even reveal that part which he had been trying so hard to hide from me. 

* * * *

The room was bigger than mine and as expected, it was furnished with the most expensive-looking furniture. 

One side had a wall of books, perfectly arranged in a specific order. Right at the corner beside the bed was a study desk with a high-end desktop, a laptop, and still a pile of books. There was no doubt this was Geo's side. It had nerd written all over it.

Geo went straight to his computer and plugged in an external hard drive. "I'm going to show you something. If you want, you can look around while I search for it."

Don't mind if I do. 

I didn't have second thoughts crossing the mini-entertainment area at the center of the room to get to Matt's side. I just had to. 

"He's not coming, is he?" 

Geo laughed, the kind that told me he was expecting me to ask. "No. Feel free to lay in his bed."

"Shut up." 

Matt's wall was covered with photographs of his travels. He had been almost everywhere in Luzon – conquering mountains, trekking to waterfalls, taking eco-adventures. That was the kind of guy he was, and perhaps the very reason I was attracted to him. He was the type to triumph over anything, the type to never stop until he got somewhere. 

I asked him once if I could come with him, even though I was half-hearted into really doing it, just to test if he'd say yes. I wasn't this adventurous. I would probably love to travel, but something this physically challenging wasn't gonna suit me. He just smiled at me, and so I never asked again. 

While I regarded each photo of him carefully, as if trying to burn every scene of his life into my mind, something right at the middle caught me by surprise. It was a photo of me, taking pictures of my brother while he practiced hoops with his basketball team. I remembered this day. Matt and I fought because of our schedules, and it was probably the day we began to slip away from each other.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to walk back to Geo's side. That was when I noticed the gigantic world map on the wall right beside their bathroom door. It had white and blue pins on them, and some post-its. 

"Which one is yours?" I asked, eyes still on the map. 

Geo stepped up beside me. "The blue ones." 

Hmmm. I would've thought he owned the white ones because there were less of them. "You've travelled a lot."

"All over the world, yes," he replied. "Matt's very picky when it comes to travel. He wants only those with mountains and jungles."

To that, I remained quiet.

"While I, I love to go everywhere." He went back to his computer, musing over the sets of pictures that appeared on his screen. "See places, learn history, understand culture, appreciate arts, meet people." 

"Sounds rich."

"It's fun. Come here. Here's last decade's photo wall. It was done by the Bris Macs. Of course, that wasn't what they called it then, but they did it in three months."

"That's a whole team of photographers. I stand alone in this."

"Hey! You got me, don't you?" Geo feigned offense. 

I placed a hand on my hip. "You take photos with me then."

Geo laughed. "Touche. But yeah, okay. Will you teach me the ropes of action photography? How to catch everything on your phone? Because you're not gonna ask me to buy a camera simply for this, are you?"

This time, I laughed. "You do have a very nice phone."

"Thank you. I had to scrap metals just to afford that."

"Please. You had to make one phone call, I presume." I turned and headed for the map again. "It's worth some of your plane tickets combined."

"So are you going to teach me or not?" he asked. 

I nodded. There wasn't anything wrong with what he was asking. And I needed the help. Events happened simultaneously and I couldn't be in all of it at once. "Sure."

"Great! Now, check the wall out in detail." 

He offered me his seat and I took it, slowly. He waited, standing behind me, leaning as he pointed at different photos. He smelled of musk and sweat combined, scents I should've been used to because of my brother, but with him it was different, and I could barely concentrate. 

I pursed my lips just to make sure I didn't give anything away – how my tummy's getting tickled by the minute and how a sudden ache to lean toward him came over me. I couldn't remember the last time I felt like this. Without being physical with a guy, I meant. 

"I get it." I stood from the chair, worried that I would laugh by myself and he'd find me weirder than I already was if I did. "Let's go."

"Something wrong?" With narrowed eyes, he looked at me, really confused. 

"No. I just…well, time's ticking. I got what I need. Let's go." 

"All right. Let me just shut this down." 

I sat on the couch and watched Geo from the corner of my eyes, wondering why my heart suddenly thudded against my chest. Admittedly, it wasn't the first time this had happened. There was this one night Matt and I snuck out beyond curfew and went to World Park. It was already dark, silence enveloped the night. He leaned into me and we kissed beneath the starry sky. I couldn't remember for how long we were making out, but when Geo cleared his throat, the spell just disappeared. Like it trailed off with the wind into the cold.

Geo talked to his brother, ignoring me, but I kept him at the corner of my eyes. My heart pounded rebelliously against my chest, and I decided it was only because we were caught beyond the permissible hours. But now, feeling this inside of me, the exact feeling I had back then, I wondered if it meant something else. Because what's even worse, it was louder than when I first had my heart racing for Mattheus.

All Zoey Penelope Anderson wants as a college freshmen is to move on to sophomore year, date soccer god Mattheus Estevez once more, and free herself from the clutches of her twin brother Zach. 

Simple as those sounded, they just aren't easy to grab. Or at least not without the help of Geovanne Estevez, Mattheus' twin brother and her detention buddy, who vows to do everything for her.

But how do you choose between brothers whose love for you seem to know no bounds? And is Zoey's choice really enough, now that she faces a cheerleader-enemy and her fears to save the people she cared for and loved from the demons of their past?

*****
Heat level 1 and then raised to 3 from Chapter 80 onwards. Please take caution.

Cover photo is copyrighted to K.Laurea.

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.

He destined to become the head of their clan but a rare opportunity came in, he finds a helpless slave living a misery life. Despite her unknown identity, he saved her.

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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As I ran to my room with tears slowly filling up my eyes. As I stepped into my room I looked at the walls painted black and a queen sized bed in the middle of the room against the wall with black mesh hanging around it. with a bathroom across the side of the room with the door closed and on the right side of the bathroom was a walk in wardrobe with nothing but dark coloured clothes in it. there was a window in the middle of the north wall with a bench built in it with black cushions and black mesh cover the area so there was no light in the room whatsoever. There were photos on the south wall with little fairy lights so you could see them. There were two little bed side tables next to the bed one for all my jewelry and the other for photo albums. As I walked into the room I hadn't been in for over a year I could smell a fruity perfume that psycho used to wear. who was psycho well let's go back in time to fill you in. 15 years ago on the 8th of June 2003 it was Jax and my first birthday and by Mums best friend had a daughter who was the same age as us her name was Psycho. She and I became best friends on that day she had long black hair with pitch black eyes her skin was white like mine. we were always mistaken as twins growing up and so we decided to make ourselves triplets cause Jax and I were twins and everyone thought she was my twin so we became triplets. Either ways we were triplets cause we were all born on the same day and the same year but she was older than me by 2 minuets and jax was younger than me by 2 minuets. As we got older My Mother and Father split up and her Mother was killed by hunters and her farther left her when we were all just 6. we all went to live with my farther were we all went to school and learned like normal human kids but we also trained to learn to fight and run and use our powers. but when we turned 14 Luke started to date psycho who was a total bitch and they got into a fight and he had a few werewolf friends who all attacked her with him. she was badly beaten and injured she was put into a coma she has been in a coma for a year and a half now and the doctors don't know If she will wake up. Psycho and I were always there for each other and the one time I wasn't there this happened, yes I did blame myself for a very long time I still do but I wasn't the one to do this to her it was Luke and my brother and I have hated him since than. My brother goes on heaps on missions so he can take his anger out there cause he cant do it to Luke. I stopped sleeping in my room cause I wanted to feel like psycho was still with me. My depression got worse when she was put in a coma I've stop being me cause I don't know how to be me with out her.  But mostly because I'm afraid to be me cause I might lose control and no one will be able to bring me back. As I look up to see the pictures on my wall I see one with Psycho, Jax, Tyler, blade and me. "I miss you" I mumble "I miss the days where we were all together" I mumbled as tears start to run down my hot Checks as I come closer to the wall. "I miss where we used to hide" I mumble "I miss where we didn't have a care in the world" I mumble "I miss when it was just us against the world" I mumble as tears start to fall out of my eyes continuously.

Xi Wan no longer looked at the comments left by these people. She cut back to her account and posted: "sorry. ".
A person like him was like a clear wind and bright moon, bright and shining. Because of her, he was dragged into a quagmire and was even subjected to random arrangements!
"..."
Although Gu ye's clarification had played a certain role, there were still countless people who were skeptical. There were even many media outlets that carried cameras to h shop.
The Moment Xi Wan and he min left, they caught them in the act. Some reporters even asked Xi Wan, "can you tell us the truth? "
They didn't give up and wanted to dig out some information to prove their guess.
Xi Wan only looked coldly at the malicious media outlets. "I've already said what I should say on Weibo. I can't comment on anything else. "
It was probably because Xi Wan's aura was too strong that the reporters didn't dare to say anything. They could only watch XI WAN enter the set.
After that, the days passed as usual, and the scenes were shot as usual. Before they knew it, it was the day of filming.
The last scene of filming was the scene where Xi Wan Played Bai Shuang and the awakened Li ye. The two of them wandered around the Tang Dynasty and no longer joined in the chaotic struggle of the imperial court. It was a harmonious and happy scene.
"Ok! It's done! " Following Gu ye's exclamation, almost all the staff members jumped up in excitement. After all, this was the first time that most of the staff members had participated in this movie. It could be considered as a milestone on their journey in life.
As the male lead, Xiao Cong stretched his waist and winked at Xi Wan. "It's finally over. I'm so tired. It's freezing to wear so thin on such a Cold Day. "
Xi Wan smiled. "acting has always been a hard job. "
Xiao Cong continued, "after acting with you, I really benefited a lot. I wonder if my future partner can be as good as you. "
Xi Wan smiled. "there will be. "
Xiao Cong continued, "so my subtext is: Jiang Xiwan, I hope we can continue to work together in the future. Haha. "
Then, Xiao Cong took out his phone. "Let's take a photo together. "
Xi Wan nodded.
Then, Xiao Cong put his hand on Xi Wan's shoulder. After the photo was taken, he couldn't help but praise, "as expected, taking a photo with the Great Beauty Alexander. I think I'm quite handsome, but standing next to you, I look like a big guy. "
"You're exaggerating. "
Xiao Cong himself was still very handsome.
Then, Xiao Cong posted on Weibo:@jiang Xiwan 06V. It's done. I want to commemorate it. Pictures
"reply to me quickly. "
Xi Wan:"..."
She logged into Weibo again and forwarded Xiao Cong's Weibo Post:
Jiang XIWAN 06V: Smile is finally done. Thank you, Xiao Cong. Thank you to everyone in the production crew / / Xiao Cong v:@jiang Xiwan 06V. It's done. I want to commemorate it. Pictures
After not being on Weibo for a while, the haters naturally retreated a lot. When the True Love Fans saw Xi Wan's Weibo Post again, they couldn't help but be very excited: Goddess, beautiful cry.
"Ah Ah Ah, this is the Bai Shuang and Li ye in my heart! "
After that, the other staff members of the production team forwarded this Weibo Post. Perhaps it was because Xiao Cong's filming skills were too good, or perhaps it was because Xi Wan was too good-looking. There were not many haters at the bottom of the comments. Basically, they were all too handsome, too beautiful, well-matched, and well-matched Then, Weibo became a hot topic. And then, strangely, there were Wancong and CP fans. The two fans actually clamored: together.
Of course, this was only a small portion, but when Xi Wan saw it, she did not know whether to laugh or cry.
The wrap party that night was also a staff member's birthday, so Gu ye simply gave it to him, so there was a super big cake.
Many people even went on stage to sing. In short, the entire Party was still very lively.
Perhaps because the atmosphere was too good, other people came to Toast Xi Wan, but Xi Wan answered them one by one. After one round, her fair little face was actually pink and tender. The warm air from the air conditioner blew at her, making her even more dizzy. She couldn't help but get up and walk to the bathroom.
The hotel's corridor was made of golden marble tiles, and the light could be seen clearly. High heels could still be heard when she stepped on them.
There were two bonsai trees on both sides of the corridor, and small lanterns hung on them during the Chinese New Year. They were red, green, and pretty.
Xi Wan walked slowly as she looked at the scenery on both sides. Finally, she walked to the bathroom. However, she narrowed her eyes to see which was the men's bathroom and which was the women's bathroom.
When she came out, she scooped up a handful of water and threw it on her face. The bone-piercing coldness made her shudder, and her entire person finally became much more clear-headed.
She leaned against the wall and looked at herself in the mirror. She had removed her makeup and had no makeup on. She had fair skin, a rosy foundation, Phoenix Eyes, dark pupils, a delicate nose, and Cherry Lips. Each and every one of them was just right.
To use a popular phrase on the Internet, "I'm really going to cry because of my beauty. ".
She smiled. The self in the mirror was topsy-turvy. No wonder she was blackened into coal before she had completely entered the circle.
She closed her eyes for a while before opening them again. Not Far Away, she saw a black figure.
The tall and straight figure was leaning against the wall. He looked very lazy. He was looking down. The broken hair on his forehead was covered with a layer of gold under the light.
Xi Wan blinked. That person was still there.
If she blinked again, that person would still be there.
Xi Wan opened her mouth.
He seemed to have noticed Xi Wan's gaze and raised his head.
Their eyes met
The entire corridor was silent.
The air slowly flowed, as if time had stopped.
His black eyes were bottomless, only showing her panic.
Her eyes were dazed.
Why did he come?
Why did he come.
At this moment, Xi Wan's mind was blank.
He just stood there, quietly staring at her, silently calling out to her, "Xi Wan, come here. "
Xi Wan moved her heavy steps, step by step, extremely solemn.
She was less than 20 meters long, and she had walked for half a century.
When she was only an arm's length away from him, he suddenly reached out his hands and locked her in his arms.
A warm breath rushed into her body from all directions.
He said, "Jiang Xiwan, you win. "
He also said, "I miss you. "
"I know you miss me too, but you always deny it. What a dishonest guy, " he said softly with his Chin on her head.
Xi Wan heard his monologue and her body stiffened. She was at a loss.
"So, you didn't listen to anything I said? " Xi Wan looked at the travel-worn man and found her voice after a long time.
"As long as I didn't give up on you, I would listen to anything. "
Xi Wan was silent. "I said I wouldn't love you. "
"... I don't care anymore."
"As long as you are by my side, I don't care anymore. "

REVENGE IN THE ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY!
COPYWRITER: In her previous life, she was a grand slam best actress, but she was tortured to death by her best friend. Before she died, she was unwilling to accept it. Fortunately, the heavens were hanging down on her, and she was possessed by a fourth-year media girl. Therefore, with hatred, she started from the bottom step by step, and climbed to the top again. She was proud and outstanding!
About Love: In her previous life, she was moved by Jin Zhu, and she died a miserable death.
In this life, meeting him was both her life and career. He was both her benefactor and her benefactor. She was unmoved and unmoved. She stuck to her original heart. In the end, it made him angry: Jiang Xiwan, do you have a heart or not He thought that he would leave her, but unexpectedly, he doted on her even more. He even racked his brains to create a "human life" ... ...
In the world of mortals, it was a touch of brilliance. Believe it, it was there. If you don't believe it, it was also there.
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When Reuben Ming entered his apartment building, it was already 2:00 in the night (well technically morning) after he had completed his overtime work.

He had sent his driver and Asst Kim away on time and spent his extra hours working alone on a new project that had caught his interest.


This apartment that he had bought was in a high rise luxury apartment building that he had invested in when he became the President of Ming Enterprises. 

As travelling from his ancestral house to the office took him at least 45 minutes journey, buying this new place made sense to him.

The night time security guard who sat at the lobby of the building saluted at him when he saw Reuben walking in.

Everyone knew that Reuben had a love for real estate and owned several high end places across the country. After all the Ming Enterprise was one of the largest real estate companies in the country.


He intentionally hid the fact that this building was also one of his properties to keep his mother far away from the place. 


'I had to threaten Asst Kim not to expose my apartment's location to my mother, only then did I agree on giving him my address.' He walked into the elevator and hit the *P* button.

It required a special key card to activate the elevator to reach his penthouse and in a few seconds he reached his floor.



The elevator directly opened up in his living room. The house was bright with the city lights coming in through the floor to ceiling windows.


The other floors had two apartments each, but his penthouse had the entire floor to himself. He even had access to the rooftop from his penthouse which is completely restricted to the other people living here.


This apartment was minimalistic and neat, he had decorated the place according to his choices without worrying about his mother's judgy eyes. 


There were no unnecessary decorative pieces because it was a waste of money and space as no one would ever enter his apartment, other than himself and a few of his employees like the maid and Asst Kim. 


Throwing his suit jacket on the couch, he shook off his shoes and rested them on the coffee table in front of him. He let out a huge sigh and sank his exhausted body into the soft couch.

*Brrrr…*

But his rest was short lived because his phone vibrated and he picked it up in case it was an emergency.


'Mom? Why did she message me this late in the night? Is everything okay with dad and grandpa?' Hurriedly opening the text he received, he felt like smashing his phone.

His mother had thought that sending him pictures of girls at this godforsaken hour was a good idea.

'Arghhh!!! I need to talk to Wade and convince him to get those jewelry for me or else she is going to keep this up forever!' Pulling his thick black hair, Reuben groaned.


*I am trying my best Mother, let me sleep for now!* 
He replied to her text and after deleting the nth picture of unknown socialites, he tossed his phone aside.

'Just because Olive got pregnant with that jackass Kim, mother is pestering me to find a girl. I'm still too young for this!' Thought the 28 year old virgin.

He got up and poured himself his usual glass of cognac and sipped it lightly while walking to his bedroom.

His bedroom was as massive as can be. There was a huge king size bed with grey satin fitted sheets and a super soft mattress. There was also a balcony that had a lounge chair and a tiny table beside it. 


The wall above his bed had pictures of all the major events and achievements in his life.

He looked over all the pictures and reminisced about them.


His father holding him on the day he was born, his first steps, him playing with two other kids, the first laptop he received for his birthday, his two best friends since kindergarten, at the airport hugging his mother on the day he left the country for his heir training and the day he came back after so many years all grown up.

Then he moved to the adjacent wall that continued with his memories.

The day he went to surprise his friends after his return. This picture was unlike the rest where he was smiling, this one had his brows furrowed deep and he was glaring at his mother who was standing behind the camera.

He remembered coming home and telling his mother what had happened to him when he went over to his friend's house and her response was to bring out her camera and click his picture.


'This is also a big milestone in your life.' She said while laughing her butt off.

Shaking the bad memories out of his head, he moved onto the next pictures.


The letter of admission for his university, graduation day with his best friends, him and a cute little nerdy girl.

'I can't believe how they pushed me towards her, a moment before the picture was clicked.' He complained every time he saw it, yet he never took that picture off his wall.


His first day at Ming Enterprise as an intern, every single one of his joint ventures and projects with his friends, the day he took over his dad's position as President and an article from a newspaper. He smiled at it and turned away.

The last picture was taken a couple years ago and there were no further significant moments in his life after those.


'Is it just me? or the fact that my last memorable moment in life was so long ago is just so pathetic?' He wondered and looked at the phone that he had kept to charge on the dock.

'Should I take mom's advice and meet one of those girls?' Scratching his head, he pondered over his dilemma.

"When in a puddle, sit in a puddle." Laughing at that horrible pun, he walked into his bathroom to say hello to his beloved.

"Hi baby, you miss me?" He said while running his hands all over the curves of his jacuzzi. He switched it on and moved to stand in front of the mirrored wall to take off his clothes.

The large mirror reflected his body as he slowly took off each piece of clothing.

First the tie came off, then undoing his  diamond cufflinks he placed them on the counter and then took off his shirt. 

The chiseled and perfectly defined abs that could make any young woman's or man's nose bleed were soon visible. 

The huge V on his hips made it look like an arrow which pointed to the prize that was hidden underneath his pants.

He took off the leather belt and unbuttoned his trousers, letting them slide down he took them off completely. He stood there looking at himself in his high cut boxer briefs. 

After removing the final cloth covering his body, he looked at himself in the mirror.

'The result of those high intensity workouts sure are showing themselves.' After admiring the body that he worked hard for, he stepped into the tub.

'I can't think of anything that could give me as much joy as soaking in my tub after a long and tiring day at work.' Placing a towel behind him, he rested his neck and closed his eyes.

After his relaxing bubble bath, Reuben put on a bathrobe and got on his bed.

'Now that my mind is clear, how the hell could I even think of accepting mom's idea of meeting girls?' He hit his forehead for even thinking of doing such a stupid thing. 

"Don't forget Reuben, all those socialites only want one thing and that is prestige. They don't care about who they marry as long as it's someone from a noble family." He chided himself.

"And do I need a bimbo to boss me around? No way in hell!" He shook that mental image from his head and laid on his bed.

After checking if his alarm was set at 6:00, he went to bed.


------


*Beep Beep*

Stretching his body and sitting up on the bed, Reuben faced the rising sun and smiled.

"What pleasant weather it is!" He went to the bathroom and quickly washed up and changed into his workout clothes.

He had set up a home gym and used it everyday to maintain those sexy muscles of his.

Working up quite a sweat after his cardio workout, he wiped himself off with a towelette and moved to the pool next door. He had an indoor pool that faced the sun in the morning. 

Swimming right after his workout helped him reduce his muscle inflammation and fatigue.

After 10 laps in his pool, he climbed out of the pool. The beads of water dripping off his body and rolling down was a sight to behold. 

He stood in front of the window and wiped his wet and glistening body. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast.

Since he usually ate out for his lunch and dinner, he always tried to eat a healthy breakfast at home.

While cooking his oatmeal he chopped up strawberries and bananas. He garnished his healthy oats with berries and bananas and sat down to eat it while watching the morning news.

By the time he got ready for work, it was already 8:45 but it was fine since he just needed five minutes to reach his office.

Hearing the doorbell ringing, he walked to the door next to the elevator and opened it.

"Good morning boss!" Mathew Kim said while panting to catch his breath.

If someone wanted to come up to his floor without the keycard, they would have to reach the floor below him using the elevator and then climb up the stairs to reach him.

"Asst Kim, instead of your pancakes and sandwiches, try eating oatmeal for breakfast for a change. Look at that paunch." Reuben sneered at him.

'Baby told me that I am not fat! This Emperor must be blind!' He touched his tummy and pouted looking at it. 

Sucking his stomach in, Mathew smiled at his boss.

"I'm fine boss, let's get to work." He picked up his boss' laptop and pressed the elevator.

"Hmm. Let's go." They rode the elevator in silence and boarded the car that was waiting for them at the entrance.

While the car was moving away, Mathew Kim looked at the name on the entrance of the building.

*RESTRINDIGO*

'Only boss can think of such an unusual name for a building.' He chuckled and shook his head when the other two men looked at him.

If Reuben knew that Mathew was mocking his naming skills, he would have kicked Mathew out of the car and made him jog to the office.

Lina Yang had everything that you could want. 

Loving parents - Yes

People who care about her - Yes

Wealth - Yes

Talent - Hell Yes

Then what was her problem? 

Simple. 

She had read way too many novels in her teens causing her brain to function differently. 

The drama and face slapping excited her but the love and tragedy scared her. 

The angst, the drama and the constant and prolonged misunderstandings in them had carved the brain of young Lina Yang to think in a weird way. She constantly tried to relate her situation with those novels and also thought of those that never would happen. 

For a virgin, she thought a little too much about what she would do if she ever got pregnant after a drunk one night stand with a random stranger. 

Always at a conflict with her fantasy world and the reality around her. 

She wants to see the drama around her but hates to be the center of attention. 

She wants to be Kabedon-ed to the wall and fiercely kissed by an evil, possessive CEO type of guy. But at the same time she thinks of all the sweet innocent MCs whose hearts were broken by the same type. 


She just wanted fluff with a side of excitement while excluding the angst and heartbreak. Is that too much to ask for? 


Will Lina Yang be able to cope with the storm of new changes happening in her life? Will she find love which she always imagined or will she be left heartbroken? 

Only time will tell. 


This is an R-18 novel. 

This is my first novel so guys please be patient and understanding. 

There was very little light inside the room. Tonny's vision was slowly adjusting to the little light in the room. when Tonny's vision clearly sees he find him self in the bathroom. 

Tonny look here and there and finds himself lying in the bathroom doesn't look familiar. And he doesn't understand why the hell is he in someone bathroom. 

As last thing he remember that he was sleeping in his bed. So how in the hell he is in this ghost like bathroom. 

Tonny stands slowly and tries to find switch of light bulb of bathroom. Due to less visibility he only can see general outline of his sounding, so it took little effort to find switch. 

when bathroom brighten up, he sees his refection in mirro. Tonny stood in his place as if he was statue for a minute, his mind is completely blank as he can't make head's or tails of the things he was seeing. 

Mirror reflected his image but it was not him, which completely shook him, because the face he was seeing was not his. Tonny touches his  his face to check and trying to figure out that his is real or not or Wether there i some mask. 

Tonny slowly moves toward the mirror to see more closely to this stranger face. Suddenly he kicks something on the floor, he pick it up and sees that it was a empty container. The label on container indicate that it was sleeping pills of high power. 

Tonny didn't know what to make of it. The more he tries to figure out the situation more anxious and confused he get. 

Tonny sit on toilet seat to calm himself. Tonny was like innocent victim who caught by police for no reason and end up in jail even without knowing for reason. 

And Tonny ask himself what to do now? 

Thing comes to his mind is why he is here? where is this place? Who is this person he is seeing in mirror? 

who is person? question he thought of some scenario that he is transmigrated or someone gave him plastic surgery, or he is Hiptonised to see someone else face etc.... etc.... 

for where is this place? question he have to investigate it to know. 

And for why he is here? question only God knows. 

Tonny get out of bathroom and starts to investigate the house. He sees house is complete mess. It was dirty as if no one has cleaned for days, some furniture were broken as if some home violence took place. Plastic wrapper were littered on the floor. 

Tonny finds some pictures on wall which confirm that house was of the person he is seeing in mirror which comfirm that he is possessing the person and was transmigrated. Which was backed by some more evidence like local newspaper indicated that he was Waji city and Android phone gps also confirmed it and time which phone it displayed was two years in past of what he remembered. 

More he investigate more he believes that he was not in the world he knows. Tonny investigate room by room of the house to find more information. 
Soon he finds the room of the guy he is possessing there he find his id card. 

Name of the guy is "Tommy Ryan", a final year student of City High School. 

Only thing similar to Tonny is his first name and nothing else. With this he found out who was this guy he is possessing. 

Tonny thought that he didn't get any memory of this guy so he have to find more information on this guy. So that when he meet someone familiar to him he don't get caught that he is no longer
 "Tommy Ryan ".

On study desk he finds a dairy in which Ryan wrote about his daily life.

A boy is transmigrated to parallel world. He is granted a supernatural power of a demon from his world. And in parallel world there is no supernatural power. Let's see his struggle in new world who is chased for his power.

Chapter 5: You are at once the quiet and the confusion of my heart

-Franz Kafka

Micah

              I had never felt so many emotions over a woman than I've felt with Sophia. And I haven't even been with her for a whole day. The thing that bothers me most is when I see how men fall all over her. Seeing the store clerk and the men in line fawn over her was irritating. But when the gunmen focused on her, I hit the roof. Who knows what the men would have done to her if I hadn't taken them down. Then I see detective Colin Vane comforting her, and my stomach turns. It's just too much. Men are like moths to Sophia's flame. And as someone who is fighting his feelings for her, it's very difficult to resist smashing all of their faces in.

              Pulling into my apartment building's underground parking, I park in my spot and turn off the ignition. Sophia is fast asleep under the warmth of the blanket. I wanted to rip the card out of her hand when the detective mentioned that he gave her his number. Reaching out a hand, I run my thumb over her soft cheek and whisper gently. "We're here, Sophia." Sophia slowly opens her eyes and gives me a drowsy smile. "Micah." She whispers with a kittenish mewl, which makes my stomach tighten with desire.

              "Can you make it out of the car, or do you need help?" I ask with worry. She shakes her head and opens the door. Sliding out of my own seat, I meet her near the hood of the car and catch her when legs wobble a little. She reminds me of a child who has been woken from a nap. Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to the elevator doors and press the penthouse button.

I live in a large building in the center of Manhattan. I bought the suite a few years after I joined the Confradia. It's a beautiful apartment with two bedrooms and three bathrooms. The apartment has a large living area with ivory marble floors, wall to wall windows comfortable the living room furniture. My mother decorated a few years ago when she saw that my furniture consisted of a futon and a ninety-inch television. She made the apartment comfortable with its contemporary design, charcoal-colored cloth couch, and wrought iron tables. The dining room is a simple glass dining set with side chairs.

              A large glass wall separates the living area from the state of the art kitchen, and the kitchen cabinets are a gleaming obsidian color, gray marble countertops, and stainless steel appliances. There are several modern tapestries on the wall with sketches of human forms and few black leather chaise lounges facing the windows.

              Sophia steps in the center of the room and rests the blanket and my suit jacket on a nearby chair. I observe warily as she moves around the room, absorbing its decor. "Nice place." She says with a sincere smile. I'm surprised that she's not terrified or crying at what happened earlier. I've seen soldiers react the same after during a gunfight. They'll push the memory to the back of their minds and pretend it didn't happen. I guess it's a way to cope. Going along with it, I observe her looking around curiously.

              I'm surprised when she turns to the large, customized entertainment center in front of the large couch, and hones in on the pictures resting on the shelves. There are three pictures on the shelf. There was one of my father and me when I was a boy. That picture was taken the last time I saw my father. I was ten years old, and my father was heading overseas on a mission with his Marine unit. In the picture, my father is wearing his crisp, pressed uniform, with all of his medals, and I'm standing next to him wearing ripped jeans, a Snoopy t-shirt, and a Yankees baseball cap. The other picture was of my mother and me when I graduated from the Marine Corps. Like my father in the previous picture, I'm wearing a pressed uniform. The last picture is of my mother, Tate, Sophia, and me at my mother's wedding. I will never admit this out loud, but the only reason I put the picture up is that Sophia is in it, and I wanted something with her in it to look at.

              Sophia looks at all of the pictures attentively then turns back to me. "Is that your father?" She asks, taking the picture from the shelf and turning it towards me. Nodding my head, I stop next to her and take the picture from her hand. "Yeah. This was taken before he died." She nods her head and looks at the picture again. "He was very handsome. You look like him." I look at the picture for a moment and run my gaze over every angle of my father's face. I remember as a little boy staring at this picture for hours after my father died. Looking at it now, I can see the resemblance. My mother has always told me that I look like him minus the eyes. I have my mother's green eyes. My father had dark chocolate brown eyes.

              "How did he die?" Sophia asks with a note of caution. I look back at her to see that she's sincere in her question and place the picture back on the shelf. "He was on his second tour in Desert Storm. His unit was driving through a town when an IED hit his convoy. I was told that he died instantly." My mouth tightens with emotion. Even after all these years, it hurts to talk about it.

              Sophia must see my pain because she places her hand on my neck and turns my chin in her direction. "I'm sorry, Micah. I know what it's like to lose someone you love. At least yours did not leave you out of choice. My mother walked out on us." She mutters with a quiver in her voice. Her eyes gleam as she gazes down at the floor in contemplation. "I was so mad at her for leaving us. For a long time, I thought she left us because I was a bad daughter." She says this with a sad glint in her eyes. It's almost heartbreaking to see the pain reflected on her face.  

              Taking a deep breath, she utters softly. "But then I realized that it was her loss. And that dad and I were better off without her. Dad found Chelsea now. And your mom is really great."      

              Nodding my head, I take her hand and lead her to the guest bedroom. "Let me show you to your room." She doesn't argue as she follows me down the hallway. There are several doors here. One is for the guest room, the one across from it is my office, and the one in the center is my bedroom. Unlike other Confradia Assassins, I don't keep my weapons in a separate room. All of my weapons are in a secret compartment behind my headboard, which is secured by an encrypted security system. That was the only room I didn't let my mother decorate. I bought the furniture and installed the software myself. My mother definitely had a hand in decorating the guest room, though. The room is a bright blue color, with a large king-size bed, a white headboard, and a teal and gray comforter.

              Sophia steps into the room and moves towards the bed with a catlike grace, which makes my temperature heighten. I watch intently as she takes a seat on the bed and throws herself back with her arms stretched over her head. "Oh, this is so good." She says with a soft groan. Her dress strains against the mounds of her firm breasts and rises high over her thighs as she shifts comfortably over the bedspread.

              "Are you hungry?" I ask, trying to get my mind off how badly I want to crawl over her and kiss every part of her body.

              She rises from her stretch and shakes her head. "Not really. I just want a hot bath and some sleep right now." I nod in agreement and gesture to the én-suite doors. "The bathroom is right over there. There are toiletries and other bath things inside the linen closet." She nods her head and gestures to the bedroom door. "I should get my bags then."

              I shake my head as I make my way to the door. "Just go ahead and take a bath. I'll get the bags." Sophia waves a hand up with gratitude. "Thanks, Micah." Stepping out of the room, I head back to the elevators and walk to my car. Two minutes later, I'm back in my apartment with Sophia's satchel in one hand and her pink rolling bag in the other. My first mistake is that I didn't knock when I went into the room. I simply walked in, laid her bags on the bed, and nearly choked when I caught sight of her image from the bathroom mirror as she was stepping out of her dress. I couldn't help but stop and enjoy the view of her silken body, luscious breasts, and firm ass as she leaned down to turn on the water faucet. And I nearly swallowed my tongue when her hair spread down over her smooth back and slid sensuously over the stiff nubs of her nipples.

              Lust turns to empathy when she takes a seat on the edge of the tub and begins to sob. She looks lost and alone, and it makes me feel like hurting something. She was pretty brave earlier, whether she'd like to think so or not. Normal people don't usually have to deal with a gunfight in a gas station. And unless you've been in battle, having a gun aimed at your head or watching someone die can be very traumatizing. Unable to bear her pain any longer, I step into the bathroom and kneel before her. "Shh… it's okay, Soph." She sniffles a bit and straightens her spine with embarrassment. But her bravery is short-lived because she's suddenly sitting in my lap with her arms wrapped around my neck. My hand runs up and down her silky-smooth back, enjoying the feel of her skin and the comfort I am giving her.

 Keeping her sitting on my lap, I roll up my sleeves and reach over her shoulder to pour some bath salts into the rising bathwater. Sophia's tears subside, but she doesn't let me go. I know I should step out of the room and leave her alone, but it feels so good to hold her close. So Instead, I lift her into my arms, slide her into the rising water, and kneel down on the edge of the tub. She looks lost as she gazes at me from under her wet lashes. Her lips tremble slightly, and her chin quivers. "I thought that I was okay, and then I saw the water pouring… and…and it reminded me of all that blood." She says with a slight croak. She lifts her knees to her chest and rests her forehead on her knees with a bleak slump. Lifting her hair off her back, I push it to one side of her shoulder and lay a soft kiss on her temple. "It's okay to feel this way, Sophia. It means that you're a compassionate person. You should have never had to see something like that. You'll be okay, though. You're a very strong woman." Taking the sponge from the soap dish, I fill it up with soap and run it down her bareback. She sighs with relief and closes her eyes as I soap up her arms and legs.

              After a moment, she sits back and gazes into my eyes before she takes the sponge from me and slides her hand over my tattooed forearm. "You have tattoos?" She asks with fascination. Nodding my head, I slide my hand from under hers and lower the sleeves. It's not that I'm embarrassed by them. I'm just not ready to reveal the intimate nature of them.

              Sophia's eyes dim at my gesture, but she doesn't comment. Instead, she takes the sponge and whispers. "I'll finish bathing myself." I remain kneeling down with my elbows on the edge of the tub for another moment. I want to apologize, but I know that there is no point because there is no explanation that I can give her that wouldn't be too revealing.

              With a clenched jaw, I give her one last longing look and rise from the floor. "Your bags are on the bed, and my bedroom is the one with the red double doors in case there's anything you need," I say before I walk away. I need a drink!

Micah "Savage" St. Clair, is a deadly assassin who has never failed a mission. He's as lethal as he is gorgeous. His one Achilles heel is the one woman forbidden to him. The one temptation that his dark soul can't resist.
Sophia has only ever desired one man. The man who had broken her heart. Will Sophia and Micah ever find a way to make their love work? Or will their forbidden love break their worlds apart?

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