This story has no real plot every page is a story (most likely it will be 2-3 pages per story) its just a bunch horror stories

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Started this book like nine months ago, but I didn't actually have the fixed motivation to go on with the story since I was already writing my other story, "Torn between Magic and Love", plus I didn't kinda believe in my writings anymore.

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A: My reading lists says it all 👉👈, I'm a HUGE OBSESSED fan of Vampires and Werewolves, especially if it dealt with horror, romance, thriller or mystery ☻.

Q: Is this the first Vampire Story I've ever written? 

A: 💩 Never, I've written like five books at home that deals with the "supernatural" category, if I'm to publish them, I've no idea where to start from.

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A: ☺ Do I even know how to find it amongst other Vampire books? Lol, I don't think this book's worthy of being high anyways 😄.

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I decided to publish this book to all those in love with vampire romance stories 💩. Hola to all Vampire readers and writers, You've come to one of the right places so far!

I really hope you'll enjoy reading this book cause I spent a lot of time correcting some errors in my book, before proceeding to publish it here.

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Future Vampire Books;

-Melting the Vampire's Icy Heart

-The Vampire Huntress 

-Working For The Twins

-Falling for my Stalker 

Future Teen's Fiction/Romance Books;

-Love or Karma itself?

-Sold to My Psychopathic Ex 

-He's Back

-Tutored by the Bad Boy

-Lovenapped

-The Superstars Next Door

Future Werewolf Books;

-At the strike of Midnight

-Matenapped

-The Arrogant Luna

-The Alpha's Captive

Future Fanfictions/Short stories;

-Ayato x Reader One shots

-Frozen Heart

-You're Mine [Miraculous Vampire Series]

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Vampires aren't the sweet characters made out from fiction.

No.

That's quite untrue and a lie.

They are cruel.

Mean.

Heartless Creatures.

They kill and torture us mostly for fun or entertainment, and most of the times to remind us that we were nothing superior to them.

To make it all worse, I was born a hunteress which made this whole situation even more dangerous and ruthless for my compliance to their cumbersome rules.

Due to my ignorance, I lost two of my siblings during the abortive war raised by my dad against these creatures. 

And ever since then, I was sold and handed from one vampire to another like some kind of trash.

All these happened when I was thirteen.

No vampire spared an eye on me for a pet ever since they heard about the rumours of my kind. 

I don't know whether I should be grateful or not, but...

"I'm going to continue from where my dad had stopped".

Cover by: @LagendaryReaper on Wattpad. 


 WARNING
*OFFENSIVE/SEXUAL WORDS OR CONTENTS*
 [Huntress X Vampire Prince]

Professor Wang Xi's lecture had ignited the indefatigable spirit of every student present.
Even Chen Chen was stirred up by this.
Theology and science were two opposites. One existed within the thoughts and faith of people while the other was the objective law of the world.
One was abstract, the other was concrete.
Even so, as times changed, religion was undergoing constant development and decline too.
Chen Chen, who possessed the USB drive, understood this very well.
After all, over the past few days, he had experienced the mystical USB drive which could instantiate various items from movies, despite being unable to accommodate movies with fantastical elements.
However…
Chen Chen suddenly frowned. He was reminded of an unsettling fact.
If movies with fantastical elements could not be placed into the USB drive, what about horror movies that were already there – how were they transferred into the drive?
"Don't tell me that…"
Chen Chen's pupils suddenly narrowed.
At this moment, he felt his blood run cold. A chill traveled up his spine straight to his scalp, making his head numb!
"They could be placed into the USB drive – doesn't that mean that the ghosts in those horror movies could exist in this world?"
It was terrifying to consider…
In that case, was Professor Wang Xi right? Their existence did not mean that they were beyond the boundaries of science. Rather, modern science was not developed enough to obtain proof of their existence.
'This won't do. I'll have to find a way to delete those movies from the USB drive…'
Chen Chen thought to himself. If he did not delete those horror movies, he would not be able to get a good night's sleep in the future.
It took him great willpower to hold on until the end of the class. Chen Chen felt like he had transcended this physical plane. Forcing his powerless limbs to move, he returned to the dorm in exhaustion, packed his laptop, and hurried to the library.
One could only borrow books in the library. He would still need his laptop to study and compare academic papers.
Having experienced the miraculous effects of NZT-48, Chen Chen felt more assured. If he was not worried about his brain exploding, it was fully possible for him to stuff hundreds of textbooks or thousands of academic papers into his head within a month.
Moreover, this kind of "stuffing" was not rote memorization but a comprehensive, integrated understanding.
It was even not an exaggeration to say that he could complete his studies on core classes throughout his entire university course in a week!
'As befitting of a brainiac!' Chen Chen mentally leaned back in smug satisfaction.
Feeling pleased with himself, he arrived at the library with his laptop. Chen Chen realized that he had fallen in love with the atmosphere here.
He took a deep breath, greedily taking in the fresh air of "Biomedical and Agricultural Science Reading Room"…
No, this was not just air. It was the smell of knowledge.
Before he came here, Chen Chen had bought six buns at the restaurant, ranging from chives vermicelli to cabbage and mushroom. He had also prepared a wolfberry drink in his thermos.
After all, although mental work did not consume as much energy as physical work, replenishments of nutrients and water were still necessary. One could not possibly expect a horse to run without feeding it grass.
If circumstances allowed, Chen Chen even planned to eat more nuts and drink more Life One[1].
After all, a brain working at full capacity was no less intense than strenuous exercise. Chen Chen felt that he had lost weight over the past two days.
After locating a clean corner, Chen Chen took out a NZT pill and hid it in his palm. After that, he twirled his pen and deliberately dropped it under the table.
By the time he came out from under the table, the NZT-48 was in his mouth. As he unscrewed the lid and took a sip, the drug slipped smoothly down his throat.
He did this to prevent the surveillance camera from recording his act of taking the pill.
Although no one would be lifeless enough to target him, it was better to be safe than sorry.
Who had not seen how the main villain in a drama series, on the verge of succeeding with their final plan, was ultimately exposed due to some previous tiny mistake?
It was always best to live to see another day. After all, there were some wise sayings like 'There's nothing wrong with surviving', 'A pro will never die in a million years', and so on.
NZT-48 was a miraculous drug indeed. Not only could it unleash the brain's potential, but it also took effect at an incomparably rapid rate.
In less than a minute, Chen Chen's drowsy state was suddenly cleared. Endless thoughts and insights surged up like a blowout!
His brain seemed to be powered by clockwork as it swiftly reached the peak of vigor.
'This was the feeling!'
Chen Chen's lips curled up slightly. It was as if he had transformed from a depressed alcoholic to a confident, successful figure in just a few seconds.
As if he had come "alive" once more, Chen Chen efficiently turned on the laptop, connected to the library's Wi-Fi, and started looking through CNKI[2] to download any document he was interested in.
"Now, what I have to do is continuously absorb knowledge, improving myself with this astonishing learning capability. This process would take a month or so…"
Chen Chen's keyboard clacked loudly as he planned out his future steps at lightning speed.
"After one month, I'll need to find a way to earn money, then earn enough capital to rent a factory within the following year.
"Factories can be rented but the contract will be six months at least. Plus, I'll need a huge amount of electricity, so a small factory won't be enough. I'll be too easily exposed. What I need is a medium-sized factory. Thus, I need to make at least a million in a year…
"As for the remaining time, it'll be used to charge the USB drive."
Chen Chen quickly came up with this plan.
After he had considered all this, he selected a few biology books from the shelf.
While browsing the bookshelf, he had already devised an automatic rhythm in his head. These books were arranged in order of complexity. What he should read each time and what he should read next were all in their corresponding order.
After picking the books, he would read the books at a speed of twenty seconds per page.
Although this speed was incredible, it would attract a little attention at most. After all, there was such a skill as speed reading in this world. It was not some alarming behavior.
In less than an hour, Basic Microbiology (Higher Education Edition) had been wolfed down.
With calm satisfaction, Chen Chen gently closed the book and put it to one side. Then, he picked up the next book, Principles of Genetics (Chinese Version, Third Edition).
The reason he did not select the English version of Principles of Genetics was that the library did not have this book. Otherwise, after Chen Chen had spent yesterday afternoon cramming himself with English, he could even have easily perused books that were brimming with technical terms.
Currently, Chen Chen's level of English was about a 7 in IELTS and a 100 in TOEFL.
It was just as the movie had stated. A user of NZT-48 would only need one day to learn a foreign language. 
[1] A Chinese brand of brain-power supplement drink.
[2] It refers to China National Knowledge Infrastructure, an online research and information database. See: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CNKI


Who could have guessed that the accidental discovery of a pitch-black USB drive would one day turn Chen Chen’s world upside down? 
He quickly realizes that this was no ordinary USB drive—and it came with mysterious powers, along with its own hidden rules. Equipped with his skills and intellect as a student of biological science, Chen Chen strives to uncover the limit of the USB drive, and the limit of his own ambition. 
Follow Chen Chen in his pursuit of lofty aspirations—wealth, immortality, and otherworldly powers! It is a path that will lead him to a grand plan, one that will change the fate of humanity forever…


"Brayden, I told you to wait outside!" Nate snarled at me, even though he couldn't see me from his position.

"What, again?" I argued with Nate's backside, stuck in a narrow corridor of paper. Flecks from the pages danced in the dim light as if alive. No wonder, since we were boxed in by mountains of books, stacked up to the room's ceiling. When I had first entered the classy mansion, the view had been a surprise, but no shock. 

After many wards and many houses, I had grown used to this sort of neglect, to the dreamscapes of the city's people. Not even the real, physical books were a surprise. Others might have been fooled by the wealth all that paper represented, but I could tell the truth from the smell. Rather than true paper, they were all synthetic, made from the materializer. Even so, all of it still felt like an enormous waste.

"All year you've had me stand in front of this house," I continued my complaint in response to Nate's grunt. "What can be so bad I can't even meet the ward here? How am I supposed to learn if I can't even go inside?" I looked left and right, into the darkness of the paper corridors. This place was a maze. At least I had been brave enough to rush after Nate right away. Without him to guide me, I would never find my way.

Under grunts and pants, Nate made his way through the corridor and into a crossroads, just wide enough for him to turn and stare at me. For a while, we had a silent duel, but my will stayed firm. I wouldn't give in, not again. This time, I would do my job as a proper caretaker. Nate couldn't coddle me forever.

"Fine," my co-worker sighed. "If we argue here we'll only upset Ms. Lector. So you're off the hook for now. You can come along, just... be careful and don't touch anything."

Even though Nate still stared me down, a giddy jolt rushed through my body. At last I could meet the mysterious Ms. Lector whose presence had eluded me for months. With a silly grin splayed all over my face, I bounded over to Nate, focused on the books around me.

"Slow!" a panicked voice hissed at me, so I looked up at Nate. Only now did I realize that his face was pale as a sheet. "What are you doing? I told you to be careful."

"Sure, Nate." My eyes rolled as I squeezed my way past my colleague. Beyond my mountainous companion I found another two long corridors and a set of stairs to lead us up above. "So where to now?"

"It's up the stairs. Be careful though. Don't touch the books."

"Right," I said. Of course I understood Nate's worry. If I moved the books, there was always a chance the entire stack could collapse. We might end up buried alive and the birds couldn't enter the houses to save us. So I took a step into a corridor before I motioned my partner to move ahead. He knew the way, and knew the ward. It wouldn't be the best if Ms. Lector first saw me, someone she had never met before. With nothing but a grunt, Nate squeezed past me and trundled up.

For a while we walked in silence, until something caught my eye. On top of a short book stack sat a novel titled 'Enlightened'. I knew this one. It was one of my grandma's. Oh neat, I thought and decided to pick it up. Since the book sat on top, there was no danger of collapse, was there?

"Stop, dammit!" Nate's shout made the fake paper around us rumble. My foot slipped from the step and my hand stretched to the precarious pile of books to my side. Only inches before my trembling fingers touched the paper walls, my toes caught the lower step, and with it the rest of my body.

Again we stared at each other, Nate's eyes large in horror. After a few seconds, the swaying books around us settled back into place. Not even the home owner showed any reaction, so my heartbeat calmed again.

"What?" I whispered with a frown. "Why'd you scream like that? I almost fell, and the book isn't gonna hurt anyone. It's just lying there. Nothing's gonna fall."

"I know what you're thinking," the gruff voice whispered back, always the mind reader, "but this place is made of more than just books. There's traps everywhere!"

"What?" I hissed back. "What do you mean traps? Like an adventure game?"

"I told you not to touch anything. The owner, Ms. Lector, has placed traps all over her bookshelves in case anyone tries to take them."

"Who would expect traps from just that? What kind of maniac would-" before I could finish my sentence, I caught myself. My hands covered my mouth as I stared at Nate in shock. Insults against the wards were the worst offense I could commit before the dutiful caretaker. However, rather than scold me like he usually did, Nate just frowned.

"Just stay behind me, keep quiet and don't touch anything." And with that, Nate turned and marched ahead again. His silence hurt more than his usual scolding. This time I followed with weary steps, but my boss still glanced behind every three steps. Though the tension between us increased further and further, soon we reached the bedroom of the homeowner. At once, Nate readjusted his attitude as he put on his usual buddy facade.

Meanwhile, I looked around the room itself, careful to not touch anything. Unlike the other rooms, this one was at least barely considered clean. In the corner, I found the expected materializer, which had spewed out all the books for its owner, in exchange for much of her social credit. At least in here, the books only stacked waist high, and there was more room to move around. No wonder, as the room's inhabitant was bound to a wheelchair.

According to the documents, Ms. Lector was a woman in her forties. However, she barely looked human any more. Like many of our wards, she appeared thin like a twig, burned out from her obsessions. Her legs were immobile, but didn't flop down like I had thought. Instead, they were folded up on her chair and scrunched together, intertwined with her arms in an arthritic nightmare. Only her face still seemed mobile, and she used a small monitor to its side to live her entire life. In horror, I watched as Nate began his standard procedure, indifferent to the misery before him.

"And that's your checkup done, Ms. Lector." For how much he talked about the caretaker's code, there were far too many instances where he had forced me to watch as people just died from his neglect. In that regard, I could never understand Nate's so-called 'respect' for the freedom of our wards. To me, this inaction was nothing more than sloth. For many of these people, a real, human connection would achieve much more than robotic nods and standard procedures. Thus, I did what I had rarely done before. I disobeyed.

"Ms. Lector. I saw that you've read Enlightened."

When I stepped forward, I could see Nate move in my periphery, but I was focused on my ward alone. Although the crippled body didn't move, the dim, gray eyes also focused on me in turn.

"A. R. Rovis was my grandmother, you know? It's great to see that there are still people out there who enjoy her writing." I tried to put on my warmest smile. It ignited a tiny, almost invisible flame within those dull eyes.

"Who are you?" a raspy voice echoed from her dry throat.

"My name is Brayden Rovis, Ma'am. Unfortunately, I have none of my grandmother's talents, but I always loved her books."

"A. R. Rovis was a good writer. Her themes always had a weight most others lack today."

Encouraged by the ward's reception, I took another step forward.

"You know, if you like her books, I can bring you some," I urged. "I actually have the real ones at home."

True shock entered Ms. Lector's apathetic eyes. "Really?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yeah, it's real paper, too. They're in my room, to make sure nothing happens to them. We also have some handwritten manuscripts, but those are in lockup."

"I would love to see them only once, more than anything."

"You can. It's easy," I grinned.

Wasn't this a great first step? A real human connection? Maybe like this, I could convince Ms. Lector to leave her house and get her arthritic body cured. However, our ward responded with a hollow laugh.

"Not with my body. I can hardly see, I can no longer walk. In my state, how could I ever make it through the city and appreciate those rare pieces?"

Sadness filled her voice, but to me it sounded sweeter than any laughter. This was real emotion, real desire beyond the prison Ms. Lector had built for herself. Just one more push and I could save her!

"That's not a problem, is it? Just call on a clinic and request a pick-up. I can stay around until the-"

"No!" While I froze in confusion at the outburst, a dry cough overcame my ward. Things had been going so well. What happened?

"No doctors. I've read. I know. No tests. No probes. They'll only take out my eyes! How will I read without eyes?"

Confused, the woman begged to be spared. Still, I couldn't give up now.

"They won't. Ma'am, if you want to read my grandmother's-"

"Excuse us." With a rude tone and a rough hand, Nate barged into the conversation and shoved me out the door. "Ms. Lector, I am very sorry about Brayden. He is still in training. Please have a pleasant day."

When Nate followed me outside, I wanted to argue, but his stern eyes shut me up. This time, he wouldn't even let me walk ahead, and instead decided to take the front again. Every time he looked back, my mood soured.

How could he know that I couldn't have convinced Ms. Lector in the end? If he wasn't so paranoid all the time, if he was willing to push just a bit harder, how many of these poor souls could have been saved? Although he always said not to disturb the peace of the wards, where was the peace for a miserable existence like Ms. Lector's?

At the foot of the stairs, Nate turned again to look at me like a disappointed parent, as if I would run back at any moment. And then it happened. With large eyes I saw how Nate's foot slipped on the lowest step. Before he realized what had happened, he had already stumbled halfway across the room.

"Careful!" My shout was as pointless as it was late, and Nate's hands found balance on the stack of books by the entrance. Like a child in front of his first school, Nate stared up at the towering books. Whether or not he had activated a trap, the entire stack began to sway back and forth. With a sluggish inevitability, the stack leaned farther and farther, dragged to the side by its own weight, soon to bury Nate beneath mountains of synthetic paper.

A terror ran through my entire body as everything around me slowed to a crawl. While my mind was frozen solid, my body reacted all on its own. My feet shot off the steps and launched me halfway down the stairs, faster than I had ever moved before. A single leap and I was across the room, leaned against the crooked stack, while Nate still stood there paralyzed. As soon as my hands touched the paper, I could feel my weakness. I wasn't strong enough! Several tons of synthetic paper had been stacked together. How could I ever hold them by myself?

Though my muscles quivered, the paper buckled more and more. As my heart escaped into my stomach, I looked to Nate for rescue. My former caretaker just stood there with big eyes, no use to anyone. My view returned to the book shelves right before me. Since I couldn't rely on anyone else, I would rely on myself.

And then, a miracle happened to save us both: Somehow, from somewhere, my body pulled a strength far beyond me. A strange power shot into my veins to fill me with strength. Above, the stack shifted and buckled, before I forced the unwilling paper back into its original position.

Drenched in sweat I turned to Nate, who stumbled out of the house, and back into the sunlight. For a second I took in the claustrophobic maze of knowledge, and the few loose books on the ground who still waited on all their brothers to follow. Soon however, I returned to my senses and followed Nate out into the city.

"That was close," I said as I wiped the cold sweat off my forehead.

"What were you doing in there!?" Nate screamed at me out of nowhere.

"What do you mean what was I doing? I saved your damn life, man!"

"No, not that! When you talked to the Ms. Lector! I would have never tripped if I didn't have to keep an eye out for you all the time!"

Even though his excuse was more than just a bit unfair, I would much rather focus on the actual core of our conflict. It was important to be open about our misgivings, otherwise nothing would ever be resolved. Nate taught me that.

"I've been a caretaker for almost a year now and all I've done is watch you work. How am I ever gonna get any better if you never let me do anything?"

"That's not how this works, Brayden! You can't just invade people's personal space like that! Ms. Lector has a hard time as is! You need to be delicate or you'll make things worse!"

"How much worse can Ms. Lector possibly get!? If we don't push her a bit, she will just rot away!"

At first it looked like Nate would just push back stronger, but instead he held his breath. Once he released it with a sigh, it appeared like he had cooled off and aged a decade in the process. Suddenly, I felt bad about my outburst. I had known Nate for years, and I knew what kind of man he was. He always just wanted the best for me, and I repaid him with nothing but entitlement.

"Brayden," he said at last. "I know I've not been forthright with you, but please try to understand me. I'm worried. Not only about the wards, but also about you. I'm sure you'll be a great caretaker, but you don't want to get involved too deeply. So far, you haven't seen what sort of stuff goes on in the City Council. Believe me, you don't want to do to well and get promoted. Recently, the boss has asked some questions about your performance. I'd rather you just stay an anonymous cog than-"

Before he could finish, Nate's phone interrupted his explanation. As the caretaker read the new message, his eyes widened.

"Ah, shoot. Looks like there's an emergency at Carlos' place."

"Mr. Oraya? What happened?" I was worried, maybe more than I should have been. After all, even though Nate always stressed how the wards came first, he also talked about the importance of distance. Still, over our past visits, the haggard painter with the peculiar temper had grown on me.

"The old idiot's been drinking paint for no goddamn reason," the caretaker frowned, in spite of his own advice.

"What? Why would he do that?"

"How would I know? Anyways, as his official wardens, we have to show up there, give a statement for the clinic. Let's just hope he's fine. I hate this part of the job," he mumbled more to himself.

"But... what about the rest of our route? It's almost evening and we still have one more place to visit. There is no way we can get this done on time."

If there was one thing I had learned in my first year, it was to avoid tardiness. Whenever we failed to finish our schedule, we would be deducted part of our monthly allowance, with no warnings. Nate looked conflicted as well, torn between his responsibility towards his ward and the one towards me. This time, I had to make the choice for him.

"It's fine, Nate. Go look after Mr. Oraya, I got the last one for the day."

For a long while, he stared into my smile, before a curt "you sure?" showed the full extent of his distrust. Still, this was the best solution for us. Maybe like this, Nate would relent and finally let me do a job by myself.

"Yeah, you should really go to Mr. Oraya. It sounds serious, and I want him to be fine too. After all, he was my first ward."

With another deep sigh, Nate thought again, before his phone rang a second time. Without a single look, we both knew what the message was about.

"...alright, guess here's your chance to prove yourself. At least the last ward seems like a mild case. It's only a registration, so you should just have them fill out the basic form and leave right away. I'm serious, stay on protocol and don't try too hard to fix everything. Our work takes time, even more so with new wards."

"I'll just do my job, nothing more." Even though I didn't mean it, at this point I would say anything to get some hands-on experience. "Call me when you know more about Mr. Oraya."

"Will do. You can take the cab over and then sign it off when you're done."

"Wait, the cab? What about you?"

"It's only three streets away from here. I'll walk over and take the bus home."

For the third time, Nate's phone rang. Although the sound was the same, it felt much more urgent than before.

"Anyways, gotta run. Good luck, buddy. Do your best." After Nate had thrown his last well-wishes over his shoulder, he ran down the empty street. Had I known what would happen next, I would have said something. Our past selves are always so carefree.

Unaware of future regrets, I found the silvery gleam of the cab ready and waiting for me.

"Finally!" I called out in relief. Of course, I was grateful for Nate's help. Throughout the year, he had done his best to shield me from danger and answered all of my beginner questions. Still, I wasn't allowed to do anything under his watch. Rather than his trainee, Nate had treated me like one of his wards. This was my chance to prove myself. With swagger, I grabbed my permit and slid it across the cab door.

A few seconds of nothing and I began to get nervous. I had never even opened the cab, so I thought that swiping the permit in its vague direction would be enough.

*Don't panic.*

An examination revealed a found a slight, rectangular indentation towards the door's top. This time, I made sure to abandon the confident flourish from before and stared swiped with a slow motion. The light beep from the door made me recoil in terror. Before anyone could witness my embarrassment, I hid inside the vehicle.

As my heart calmed from the excitement, I looked at my phone, at the documents for my first solo ward.

*Sophie Rayne. 19 Years old. Recommendation as teacher. Scheduled to continue studies. Depression. Address...*

"Please bring me to Sunlight Boulevard. Erm... Acacia Alley. House number is 47."

"Sunlight Boulevard. Acacia Alley 47. Now driving."

"...thank you," I whispered to the machine.

The mundane shatters with a single touch.

On his 18th birthday, Brayden is tested for his magic powers, like all young adults in the utopian city of Astralis. Yet his dreams of a glorious future are crushed once he turns out to be normal... ordinary.

However, his hidden talents manifest only days later. As he explores his newfound powers and the city itself, he pulls away the curtain to uncover the city's true, horrific nature, as well as his own future.

If you like what you've read here and want to see more, this novel is available in full on amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082RC6G9W

I will post the remaining chapters here eventually, within a couple months.

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On Saturday, April 19th, at Feng Bujue's home, Xiao Tan, Master Bao, and Brother Jue were seated on the sofa in the living room, staring at the television. The table before them was filled with take-out, bought with the fee that Brother Jue had earned from his writing and TV appearance. Feng Bujue had already connected a video file on his laptop onto the television, so he could watch it directly from the TV. The content of this video was the episode for 'I Am a Writer' that he had recorded one week earlier.
"The episode will be aired next Friday, and this is… an hour long precut version. During the actual showing, it will be cut down to forty-five minutes." Feng Bujue raised the remote and said before pressing the button, "Are you sure you want to watch this?"
"Stop wasting time," Master Bao urged. "Hurry up. My wife is waiting for me at home for dinner."
Xiao Tan was also excited. "Quick, this is the first time someone I know has been on TV."
"Alright… fine." Feng Bujue pressed the button. Strange images from horror movies appeared on the screen, but this only continued for one or two seconds. This was probably a file problem. After all, this was not the final version, so it was normal for there to be problems. The video started for real. The camera panned from above, pulling closer to the center of the stage. Over the years, the lighting managers for variety shows appeared to have lost their mind. They did not seem satisfied until they blinded the eyes of all the viewers, and that was also the case with this show. The spotlights on the stage flickered, and the camera moved with them.
The contestants' corner was dim. Seven contestants sat next to each other with one meter between them, and each of them had a panel before them. The light hit them from a strange angle so that the audience could see their outline clearly but not their faces. As the music began, a host walked onto the stage. Compared to a certain fatty from the Death Quiz, this host was more believable. He was dressed in a casual tux and had an earpiece in. He walked steadily to the middle of the stage. After he stood still, he raised his arms. The spotlights stopped and gathered on him. The host bowed lightly and said, "Welcome to I Am a Writer. I am your host, Oscar."
Two seconds later, the lights lit up the whole stage and the audience, but the contestants' corner was still dim, like they were shooting a horror movie. Oscar was obviously just a stage name. Nowadays, people could accept any stage name as long as it was not Jin Fugui.
"Alright, audience members, I bet everyone has been waiting a long time for this…" Oscar turned to raise his arm at the contestants. "We have seven contestants with us today, and we have met six of them already. I believe the audience will be able to tell who they are from their shadows…"
"How come the second thing out of the host's lips is 'everyone has been waiting a long time for this'?" Xiao Tan asked.
"Because in the official version, before Oscar said that, he had to go through a long list of sponsors," Feng Bujue explained. "In today's variety shows, most of the segments are recorded separately. Due to intonation and time-handling, there have to be multiple takes.
"After each break for advertisement, the host has to slip in certain advertisement slogans from the sponsors. Some of them can be quite long. These won't be recorded live but added later."
"Is that so?" Xiao Tan sighed. "It's not easy to be a host."
"Shush, it's time to introduce the contestants," Master Bai reminded him.
In the image, the lights near the first contestant lit up. It was male youth with spectacles. He was around thirty, slightly rotund, and dressed casually. Oscar took out the question cards from his pocket and started to make the introduction. Of course, he was introducing everyone by their penname. "Contestant Number 1, Xuan Tianzong, a famous online author. Even though he is only thirty-two, he has about ten books with more than two million words. His works are very popular and have been adapted into games, movies, dramas, and so on… It's one of the few authors whose income can go above ten million RMB. Here's the comment from our main editor—smooth writing style, great characterization, fulfilling plot, the best Xuanhuan[1] writer we have today."
The host paused, and without the order from the set director, the audience gave a thunderous applause. Then the second contestant's area was lit up. It was also a male youth, with medium frame, who looked several years older than Xuan Tianzong. His spectacle design and fashion choice appeared more mature.
"Our second contestant is Ba Shan Pin, a well-known online author. He's thirty-three and has five long historical novels under his belt. Our main editor's comment—knowledgeable in his craft, his works have a deep foundation. It shows that he is very constant reader."
The applause received by Ba Shan Pin was equally thunderous.
"Our third contestant is Vegetable Fruit. A known author and the holder of many records. He started his career when he was eighteen, and most of his works are themed in the city lifestyle and magic. In the past ten years, he has published about 27,000,000 words and has the record of uploading every single day. He is a familiar name on the best seller ranking. Main editor's comment—the writing style is even and honest. The author is good at managing the plot's pacing. The king of plot! A hardworking genius."
Vegetable Fruit was twenty-eight and was quite handsome. He had the largest number of fans. Since he appeared, the applause and yelling had not stopped.
"The fourth contestant and our only female contestant, Mo Buxiang. Her age, like all women… is unknown." Oscar turned to the camera and laughed. Laughter came from the audience as well. Mo Buxiang's hair was in a ponytail, and she looked quiet and reserved. Even though she was not a great beauty, she looked photogenic with some make-up. "She started writing five years ago and has six known works under her name. They include supernatural, modern, game, historical, romance, and Xianxia[2], six genres. They have all been published physically, and she was last year's highest grossing female author. Main editor's comment—graceful style, and her genre is forever changing. It is little wonder that she is known as a literary genius."
Thunderous applause came from the audience. Even though Mo Buxiang did not have as many diehard fans as the previous contestants, many male audience members chose to support her as their second choice.
The fifth contestant was shown, also a male. He was about thirty and had classic African American curls. He wore sunglasses indoor and looked quite muscular.
"Fifth contestant, Onto the Field. An online author and editor for a famous sports magazine. He has thirteen short novellas in the sports genre. His style is more realistic in setting. With his professional knowledge, he is well loved by sports fans," Oscar said. "Main editor's comment—an author who knows what he's writing about. The best of the best in his genre, that is undeniable."
After the applause ended, the sixth contestant showed himself. He looked quite similar to Xuan Tianzong, but in terms of presence and fashion sense, he looked older.
"Sixth contestant, Soda. A known online writer, famous for his supernatural and ghost stories. He has seven long novels, and they have all been claimed as classics. He is well known in and out of the industry and is called our generation's master of horror," Oscar said. "Main editor's comment—Soda's every story will be able to evoke the deepest fear in the readers' heart. The details are specific and ghastly. The title 'Master of Horror' is not without its reason."
"Oh, it's coming!" Xiao Tan got excited because he felt like it was about to be Brother Jue's turn.
Suddenly, the camera zoomed in to give Oscar a closeup. "Audience members, our seventh contestant is a newcomer. This stage is cruel, and someone will be eliminated every episode. The elimination rate of newcomers is as high as fifty percent this season…"
He created a nervous atmosphere so that people would anticipate this newcomer. "Will he successfully stay for another day, or will he disappear like a comet crossing the sky? Let's find out…"
Applause boomed through the crowd, and the spotlights hit everywhere. Finally, the stage plunged into darkness, and the applause stopped. The spotlights suddenly all gathered on Feng Bujue. Even though Feng Bujue only glanced at the camera with a bored expression, the audience still gifted him with great applause and cheer.
"Actually, when the show started recording, the audience entered the hall at the same time as the contestants, so they knew who I was early on," Feng Bujue explained while destroying the mood. "This kind of reaction that you see is purposely arranged by the set director. Even if no one knew me, the reaction would be the same."
In the camera, Oscar waited for the audience to finish before speaking again. "Oh, our seventh contestant looks very young."
Even though he had chatted with Feng Bujue before the recording, he still acted like this was the first time that they had met. "I believe some people in our audience have recognized him already. Some might have read his books but have not seen him in person. Well, who is it?"
This had dragged out long enough. It was time to give the answer. Oscar pulled out the cue card to read. "Seventh contestant, Bujue, known detective novel writer. He has published twelve detective novels and has serials on the internet, in newspapers, and in magazines. His style is often humorous and unique. Be it long or short novels, the plot will always surprise the readers."
Oscar put down the card to say, "Contestant Bujue, you are recommended by all three of our main editors. They are all your fans."
"Is that so?" Feng Bujue answered casually.
"Main editor's comment," Oscar continued, "if you're good enough but you can't shine, make sure you are irreplaceable."
"Ha ha…" Feng Bujue's lips twitched.
"Based on our show's habit, every episode we will allow the newcomer to set the episode's theme." He walked to Feng Bujue's podium. "Contestant Bujue, you have three minutes to consider. In the meantime, we will enter the commercials."
"What did you set?" Xiao Tan asked.
Feng Bujue did not answer and pointed at the screen. This version did not have commercials, so after a quick change of scene, it was time to reveal the answer. Oscar moved to stand beside Feng Bujue and saw the words that he had written on the panel. Then, his expression shifted slightly as he sneaked a look at Feng Bujue with a strange color in his eyes.
"Alright, let's take a look. The theme that Bujue has given us this week on I Am a Writer is…"
Oscar was a professional host. As ridiculous as what Feng Bujue had written was, Oscar appeared calm on the surface.
As the host raised his hand, what Feng Bujue had written down appeared on the large screen.
"Feel free to roast."
[1] Xuanhuan is a sub-genre of Chinese fantasy fiction.
[2] Xianxia is another sub-genre of Chinese fantasy fiction.


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


[ 1 year later ]

"Hey, Liam, Magret de canard for table 8".

"Okay." Liam answered.

I had been working for about 1 year in the French restaurant, this was also his last year of high school, he only had 2 weeks to graduate, his grades were pure 10 in all the courses, the teachers congratulated him and he told them if you were 2 last weeks I could take them free, to be able to focus on their work, the professors accepted because they would take out 0 in their last exam I had already approved.

She had become famous in the restaurant, after about 1 year of exercise, not only had she become thin. He had also developed perfect muscles, but not that they excelled too much, they were the type of muscles perfectly developed that made him look thin and at the same time very strong, he had reached 1.85 meters in height.

Today, in the restaurant there were many clients, especially young women.

When he serves customers, Liam occasionally flirts with a customer. They even gave me their phone number ..

When the restaurant was quiet, Alfred started talking to him.

"What the hell, how can so many women give you their phone number!

"Haha, maybe it's a luck."

I just laugh, but he gritted his teeth and gave me a look of envy.

"Give me some of your numbers!": Alfred says

"Sure, but I do not know, if they will listen to you, hahaha."

Then I give him a phone number for the girls, which I have met today. Although I give him the phone number, it is his own effort if he can ask the girl to go out with him and I agree to give him some of the numbers I received today. After all, they are all strangers. It's not like these women are my women.

He seems happy when I give him 1 number of girls.

"Yay! Thanks, I'll take care of it!"

"Hahaha, work hard for it!"

"Yes, I will do my best!"

"Oh, Liam, we've known each other for almost a year, and several girls have given you their phone number. Do you have a girlfriend?"

This time, who asks me, the managing administrator of the restaurant Ana Walker.

"What, you really have a girlfriend!"

"Alfred gives me a look full of envy, listening to Ana.

"It's not like that, Miss Ana."

Ana, just smile at Alfred's reaction.

After a tired day in the restaurant, Liam begins to walk, comes to go through a movie theater. Liam saw several posters, where the names and pictures of the movies that were on the billboard were put, then I look at the last sign that was last in the row saying "Silencio en casa" and the image of the poster realized that it was a Horror movie, it was one of his favorite genres.

Liam went to the ticket office and bought a ticket for the movie, which luckily was going to start in 10 minutes.

Liam entered the room found his seat and sat. Soon at the cinema turned off the lights to start the movie. The official start of the plot.

In Modoc County, the eldest son murders his entire family. Some time later, Sam and Annie Lutz are the new owners of the residence. Upon arriving at the house, they discover a grisly massacre that shocked the entire town. And then strange paranormal events start happening in the house.

At the end of the movie, I thought, honestly the movie was too bad, it did not scare for a joke of, "The horror of Amityville" were somewhat similar movies but the movie you just saw sincerely boring.

In its previous world for the times of 2000 to 2006, at that time the market for horror movies fell a lot, horror movies that came to the billboard seemed a joke did not scare, it seemed that the same happened in this world only in a much worse state.

The great Hollywood studios invested large amounts of money to produce horror films at that time which in the end, did not come out the expected profits, others lost money in production, it was not until 2007 that the horror films saw a new light with the movie "Paranormal Activity", which showed the great studio that it did not take large amounts of money to achieve an expectation of terror to the spectators.

Thinking of your former world. Liam began to remember step by step how were the movies he had seen in his previous world, he realized he could remember every line, every word of every movie he had seen and there were few had seen every movie that had good comments in his previous life which was many.

Liam thought: "Fac ..... k."

It surprised him to a great extent to remember everything, when he arrived he only remembered the books, movies or stories of which he was a super fan of which there were few, but remember everything, the Gods not only gave him a system but a super memory, which It gave him a great advantage.

Liam, took a taxi and headed home. He knew it was time for his first great success, writing a novel.

When a young, playboy, aspiring film director, reincarnates in a universe parallel to his. Almost all the people who were hollywood stars in their previous universe, in this universe are aspiring stars. know all the talents of these aspirants.

The songs, movies, novels, literature, it's different do not know Cinderella, nor the avengers, this is her trick, she can use all the artistic culture of her previous universe.

Follow Liam, to see how he gets fame, money, women and becomes a hollywood god. In this new universe. And he has a system.
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Publishing speed: I will try to publish every day from 1 to 2 chapters per day.

Morning came sooner then later, I went about my routine after offering proper prayers to God, I'm no fan of churches but I believe God exists and he's the supreme being, I thankfully woke up early so I was able to eat a proper home cooked meal.

 The rest of the day went really well too, I had no problems as Mark, Tess and Matt was all absent, it was unsettling however but even the populars barely noticed and there wasn't really anything I could do so I held my peace.

 Three exact days after my banter with Mark, they –Mark, Tess and Matt still were all not present, I didn't know why but I couldn't shake the unpleasant feeling that something was wrong somewhere, so even if it was a herculean task, I asked the populars for their whereabouts, I mean Mark's and Tess', then I found out it was Mark's birthday week so the lovers were on a week's vacation to the popular city of love – Paris. Even at that, I still wasn't satisfied and that didn't actually explain the mysterious disappearance of Matt, as far as I could remember the Bookworm had a perfect attendance.

 Tuesday was when my worry was confirmed to be valid, all three of them were declared missing by the school management, Mark and Tess' parents only noticed they were gone yesterday and it turns out Matt is an orphan and the orphanage was obviously careless about his whereabouts until a family showed interest in his adoption, no one had a clue of where they could be, not even the populars. 

 The school's CCTV footage for the entire week was mysteriously wiped clean and the security guard on duty all week said they hadn't left the school compound, everyone was dumbstruck, even the teachers couldn't take a guess of what might have happened and the unusual part was that it disturbed me even more than I was willing to admit, why it was so was what I couldn't fathom.

Sure enough, the next day Eastwood high was more of a desert than a school, very few teachers and almost a nonexistent population of students were present, I could tell it was because of fear, no one knew what gobbled up two popular students and the Bookworm, they had probably all come to a conclusion that their disappearance had something to do with coming to Eastwood so they all stayed in the security of their respective homes.

 Cops were everywhere around and in the school building, they were trying their possible best to piece the puzzle together but there were very many unfounded pieces, pieces I might be able to help with, for example, only I knew Matt went to the library during lunch hour, only I knew Tess was also in the library at that time,it was only me that could tell that Mark probably went in after I told him off several days ago, I wanted to tell the cops that I might have figured out the link behind their disappearance, that maybe something or someone in the library was connected to their disappearance, but I wanted to get my facts proven first so I decided to go to the library – alone.

 The library's quietness was creepy, everything was just as it used to be, neat rows and rows of books stacked properly in the wooden shelves, reading desks were just as orderly as it used to, even the librarian's nude nail polish that had been there since I could remember hadn't moved an inch, I wandered all through the large empty space but not a thing was out of place except from the new stack of books at the rear end of the room.

 Those books however were kind of disorganized and out of place, I carefully looked around it for anything that could be a clue, 

Nothing.

I sighed in resignation and made to leave the room when I noticed a bright book cover strangely hanging out of the remaining books on the top shelve by my right, out of curiosity, I picked the book and checked the cover for the title,

The mystery.

It had the picture of a glowing golden mansion drawn very beautifully over the cover, however the author's name wasn't indicated. I turned the book over instinctively to check what the story is about and surprisingly, very few words were written as the synopsis.

….four highschool students join forces to unravel the mystery….

It was strange, no author, no publisher, nothing. I opened the first page of the book, THE MYSTERY was boldly written on it, the next page had the table of contents, it only had fifteen chapters outlined on it;

1. Shawn Theodore Bradford.

2. Theresa Aurora Maxwell.

3. Matthew Matthew Matthew.

4. Mark Octavos Stoner.

5. Joanna Yvonne Cooper.

My heart skipped a beat when I read my own name on the fifth chapter, maybe it was just a coincidence? I went on to read the rest of the chapter content, the book can't actually be based on lives of random people right?

6. Find and fit in the key to the golden mansion.

7. Fit in the missing pages to their appropriate books.

8. Obtain the treasure box.

9. Change the course of history.

10. Tame the lions.

11. Get the yacht to the shore.

12. Race to the crown.

13. Secret task; protect your teammates.

14. Walk through the house of horror without screaming in horror.

15. Unravel the mystery.

Of all novels I've ever read, both electronic and paperback, this novel is sure the most unusual. I mean, who publishes a book without her name being indicated, no dedication, ten worded synopsis, unusual and unrelated chapter names? It was really strange but I couldn't put the book down, so I ignored all the warning alarms blaring in my head, went over to a study desk and opened the next page of the mysterious book –The mystery.

 

All is not what it seems," I whispered with my fingers crossed and everything changed, literally everything....

Have you ever wondered if there is a world of imaginations and imaginary friends and characters?, well here's a spoiler; there is and it's up to Joanna Coopers to get sucked into it so she can rescue her friends/enemies and by rescue, it means living through and maybe changing details of a number of novels to unravel a very unusual mystery.
But that might seem farfetched as Joanna is a timid,shy,highschool loner that barely talks and does nothing but read books, is that going to be a blessing or a curse?, would she be able to handle the seat of leadership being dumped on her by fate?, would her long time crush finally notice the beauty and strength she has under the nerdy facade?
Find out in this adventurous story of abnormalities where nothing is what it seems.
Notice: A few books highlighted in this work has nothing to do with me, they're solely works of authors I love and adore, a link to their work(s) would be indicated in the author's note. However, the general concept is my intellectual property and I wouldn't tolerate plagiarism, if you notice anyone copying my story without reference to it, kindly DM me.
✌illusionistic

Still one week ago

"Come one guys, you have to put the books back in their proper places!" Parker struggles to handle the delinquents.

"Oh come on girl." Said a delinquent, "We just want to have fun with you, what's so wrong about that?"

"That kind of fun, that's wrong." Esther walks forward, putting Parker behind her, "The library is a place for reading and gaining knowledge. Go flirt someone and somewhere miles away from here."

The delinquent smiles and goes closer as well, "Oh I'm sorry, are you jealous? Don't worry, there's plenty of attention for the both of you."

"Gross. Put the books back where they belong, or else."

"You think I'm scared of you?"

Both of them looked at each other's eyes until the delinquent turns around with a terrified look and said, "Come on guys, l-let's get out of h-here."

"Are you just gonna back down because of a girl?" The other delinquent tries to argue.

"Yes. And let's go."

"Are you really that scared?"

"So you're not?"

"I'm not."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, unlike you."

"Alright. Okay." He pulled his friend's arm and pushed his back, "How about you look her in the eyes, and tell me that you're not scared."

His friend saw something in Esther's eyes, full of darkness and death. The delinquent let's go of him, and asks his friends behind him, "Do you guys wanna have a go?"

They shook their head in response, given how much terror she gave to the two of them.

Although the delinquents were about to leave, Esther wasn't finished,

"Wait a minute, you still haven't returned these books to its' shelves."

"Look girl, we don't know where we got them. Aren't you two librarians? Why don't you put them back where they belong yourselves?"

"Are you that stupid? You don't know where you got them? Did you just come here to give us more work? You better put them back, or none of you will make it out alive."

"...Let me rephrase that, why don't we put the books back ourselves?"

The other delinquents agree in unison and immediately try to put them back to their proper shelves.

Esther looks at Parker, "Are you alright? Who knows what would've happen if I didn't cut in."

"I can handle them myself you know."

"Sure you did." Esther said in a sarcastic tone.

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"Oh nothing."

Parker pouts and thought, "I knew you were the right person for this job, people like me don't have that 'dark' look like yours, nor that commanding voice. But I just hope that you won't scare away all of the people who wants to go here."

Present day

Esther gives Asher a list of story genres, "Alright Asher when making a story, you need to choose a genre. What's your favorite genre?"

"Fantasy."

Esther crossed out 'fantasy'.

"What else?"

"Action."

Esther crossed out 'action'.

"Let me guess, your other favorite is adventure?"

"Y-yeah..."

Esther crossed out 'adventure'.

"Why did you cross them?" Asher asked.

"If you try to choose a genre, you can choose the ones that aren't crossed out."

"Come on Esther, just let him choose his favorite." Parker interrupts.

"If he picked his favorite genre, then it would be easy for him to write a story."

"Isn't that the point?"

"No. As a teacher, I should give him the hardest task first, and save the easiest for last."

"Hmm... What about Humor?" Asher suggested.

"Alright, let's go with Mystery."

Asher can only smile and thought, "Does she even hear me?"

Esther continues, "The mystery genre is usually about a murder or any other crime that needs to be solved. Sometimes there are many puzzles, situations, or circumstances that include in a mystery based story."

"Like those smart detectives."

"Correct, but the main character or protagonist isn't always a detective. It can be a student, a victim's relative, or just a stranger. And it's always ending with the suspect arrested or killed."

"That's what almost every mystery has. Can I make something different?"

"I've been waiting for you to say that, now it shouldn't only be just a 'mystery' story, it needs other genres too."

"Maybe put some Horror in it?"

"Good idea, putting Romance might be good in a mystery story."

"Uhh... Didn't I say horror?"

"Sorry. To me, Romance is Horror, and Humor is Mystery."

"I have no choice but to respect that."

"The Romance genre is, well... All about... Love. Ugh, I think I might throw up. Anyway, yeah... Love, the one of the most popular genre these days. But even I know the difference between a good romance story and the corny love stories. Who falls in love with a guy who had a thousand girlfriends just because he's good-looking, it's just plain disgusting. Moving on."

Esther noticed that there's no sign of 'anomaly' going on inside the library, much to her relief. She decides to continue her lecture with Asher.

She asks, "Do you know how to make a protagonist?"

"It's not that hard."

"It's not that easy either. What kind of protagonist are you thinking?"

"A normal guy just minding his own business."

"Then he met the other characters, and they warm up to him, trust him, betray him, and they solve the mystery with the mastermind either arrested or killed. Typical mystery story, think of something more original."

"But I need to find inspiration."

"Oh right. The reason you're here in the first place, you may think inspiration only appears on the outside but if you take a closer look. The inspirations you're looking for, are right here after all."

Asher easily understood her, and quickly thought of one, "A girl? Paralyzed from the waist down..."

"Good. What else?"

"She had three exes, a fiance, and a secret boyfriend that no one knew but her."

"You're inserting the romance genre in, I like that."

"She is the heiress of a rich family. But one of her exes was murdered because he attempted to take her back."

"Let me stop you right there, write it all down and I'll read it later. I have more work to do, and it better be long."

"Yes ma'am!" Asher writes down his story while Esther continues her duties.

Parker asks Esther, "How is he doing?"

"He has talent, I'll admit. Though his character design may lack originality."

"Why? Is the protagonist a detective?"

"Worse, a normal person. So many people already started a story with a 'normal person' as their main character. Still, I'll have teach him the conventional before he jumps in to the unorthodox."

"He told me earlier that he was supposed to find inspiration here."

"I told him what real inspiration is. It depends on a person's perspective."

"Hehe, you're really prepared for this stuff."

"Well the thing is, I want him to make a story like the ones I read everyday. The ones that bring attention to me."

"I see. What does he do here in return?"

"He'll be our muscle, meaning he'll carry all those books while we deal with the 'anomaly'."

"Wow... That's some plan you had."

"Yes, while you stay at the computer watching nursery rhymes."

"I'm sixteen! One and six! GOT THAT!?"

"Age doesn't matter, although they'll measure you via height of course."

"Now you're just teasing me! Hmph!" Parker walks out.

Suddenly Esther heard noises from the corner.

She went closer to the noise where she witnesses few kids playing video games, the kids were yelling,

"Up here, no! Not there! Come on!"

"I'm still getting my loot!"

"You want to get killed? Come on it's just a loot!"

Esther asks, "What are you doing?"

"Playing games, what do you think we're doing?" A kid answered.

"Playing games? In a library?"

"Just let us play darn it!"

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I SAID WE'RE--" The kids looked at Esther and ran away crying.

"Kids these days." She said to herself.

She later checks Asher's work, "Done already?"

"I think so."

"Okay, just to be sure I'm going to tell you the parts of the story, you have to listen whether you like it or not."

"Fine by me."

"Very well..."

Your characters are one of the most important in making a story: A rich girl who's paralyzed from the waist down, she always assisted by a maid who treated her as a best friend. She has three exes, and a fiance, but one of her exes was murdered.

Your point of view is third person limited, meaning not all movements of each person is not revealed like in first person, but unlike in third person omniscient.

A setting has two words, "when" and "where" or time and place but it's interesting to make more features when making it: It took place in her mansion, they were celebrating her debut with all the cast complete.

The plot is a mix of unique and usual events, but it depends on what genre. And since this is a Mystery-slash-Romance story, I might as well read it:
The set-up: A rich girl is celebrating her debut in her mansion. Unfortunately, she can't walk so she was assisted by the maid, she saw her as a best friend. The girl had many guests including her three exes, and her fiance, but the one she expected the most is her boyfriend that no one knew except her and the maid. Two of her exes tried to get close to her, but their attempts fail when the maid moved her away from them. She didn't want the girl to be troubled in the day of celebration.

Rising action: The lights went out for a few seconds, then it went back on again. Although she noticed something on the floor, near the table, it's a hand but there's something flowing out of it. She ordered her maid to lift up the table sheets, suddenly started screaming that she caught all of their attention. The girl turns around and saw a corpse of her second ex, she looked in terror as her ex died under the table, blood was flowing everywhere, a necklace, a few knives and a plate surrounded the corpse. A man behind the pillars was caught with a knife that has blood on it, she realized that it was her secret boyfriend. She tries to stop and told the crowd that someone was trying to frame him.

Climax: She desperately asks every guest if they were with her ex, she gathers every evidence, learn everyone's alibi but then, her fiance was shot from out of nowhere, her maid went missing, and both of her exes are accusing each other. She thinks it through, the only thing the girl ever heard that made sense is that her dead ex wants her back.

Falling action: The girl gathered all of her guests, and told them what happened. Her dead ex was attempting to talk to her and wants to give her a necklace, but the culprit stops him by turning off the lights, then buys time to kill him, and placed him under the table then the culprit forces her boyfriend to take the murder weapon. Her fiance was shot, at the same time her maid went missing, so she concluded that her maid is the culprit. By chance, they saw the maid attempting to kill the girl's boyfriend but failed.

Resolution: They arrested the maid, but the girl wants to ask why did she kill them. Her answer was they were breaking the girl's heart, hurting her, so she had no choice but to either kill them or ruin them, because she wanted to stop the girl's suffering. The party ended as the girl announced her relationship with the man and decides to continue it even further.

"... The story may not have a complex case, but it'll do. The set-up is the beginning, rising action is the part where the problem appears, climax is the highest point of tension as you solve the problem, falling action is the result of the climax, and the resolution is the end of the story. You managed to create a proper plot, good work."

"Does that mean--"

"Wait. It's true that you made a proper plot... But it's still short, the protagonist suddenly solved the case when it could've been anyone, the murder scene happened too early, the interaction between the characters is lacking, I don't feel the romance which is the only thing I liked and again, not a complex case. I'll give it a 3.8 out of 10 points."

"That's tough, but it's true."

"You got a lot of learning to do. By the way, what's the theme of your story?"

"Too much love will kill you."

"Acceptable. You need to make another story again, but this time... Horror and Humor will be your next genre in your story. I'll explain them later but for now, you have work to do."

Esther shows Asher a bookshelf with mixed books.

"Some people don't know how to put books back in its 'proper' places. So I need you to organize these books alphabetically in each section, if it doesn't belong there just put it on the desk."

"Sure, it shouldn't be that difficult."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to help Parker on the counter."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"...Thanks for helping me Esther, my knowledge on story writing will go even further because of you."

"Shh... Be quiet, this is a library." She said gently.

"Sorry."

Esther keeps her poker face but as she turns around, she faintly smiles and whispers, "You're welcome."

"So how did it go?" Parker asks.

Esther checks the books under the counter, "So far, so good. But as expected of a rookie, he has much to learn."

"So he's going to be here in a while."

"Yeah, a really long while."

"Esther..."

"Yes?"

"It's almost lunch break, where are you going to eat?"

"Same place as yesterday, their food is delicious."

"Can I have some of your lunch?"

"What? Again?"

"Yeah... The food you buy is kinda expensive but it's so good, and I forgot to cook at home."

She looks at Parker, "Something tells me you're doing this on purpose."

"I have no regrets."

"Fine. I'll share, but if you intentionally forgot your lunch again. I won't pity your starvation."

"I promise."

Three days ago

Esther just walked out of a shop but runs in to trouble when a large number of delinquents appeared in front of her.

"Boss that's her! That's the witch!" Said the delinquent.

"Her? Are you sure?" The boss asks.

"Yes! She scared the hell out of me!"

"Well why didn't you say so."

The boss smacked the delinquent to the ground, then he asked Esther, "Hey cutie, why don't we have some fun together?"

"No thanks, I'm not in to bears like you."

"I promise I won't bite. I can be gentle if you want."

"You're disgusting, more disgusting than that guy you smacked."

"Listen girl, I just did you a favor. So you must give me something in return, right?"

"Do me a favor? You did that yourself."

"LISTEN UP WOMAN! BE MINE RIGHT NOW, OR I'LL MAKE YOU!"

"What if I refuse?"

"You can't. Get her!"

His goons try to catch her... But in a blink of an eye, Esther knocked them out effortlessly. She disappeared in the boss' eyes until he heard her voice behind him.

She said, "When it comes to guys like you, I compare you to garbage. Disgusting, yet easy to take out."

She kicked him in the face by the heel, and he fell unconscious.

Esther walks away without sustaining any injuries, and she thought to herself, "When can I find a boy who will be perfect for me. I guess that must be impossible since there's no such thing as a 'perfect' boy."

She returns to the library and told everything that happened to Parker.

"Wow, you're pretty good at fighting. I never knew that side of you before." Parker commented.

"It's because you weren't there but then again, it would've been hard fighting while protecting a child."

"WHAT!?"

"Quiet, you're in a library."

Parker pouts and ignores her for a while. Esther on the other hand, is putting up new books on empty shelves.

Present day

Esther and Parker are having a lunch break in a popular café. Parker seems to be enjoying the expensive food Esther shared with her.

"By the way, where's Asher?" Parker asks.

"I don't know. He left after he finished his work, I assume he went back to his place for lunch as well."

"Hey, have you dated someone before."

"No, I'm not planning to."

"Why? All the guys rather seem to be having their eyes on you."

"I thought they were looking at you, you know... Looking down."

"Can you survive a day without making fun of me?"

"Alright, those guys who look at me... Aren't qualified for me. They're only after my looks, that's all."

"What kind of guy do you like anyway?"

"Well-mannered, appreciates me for who I am, definitely not a cheater, and can do household chores."

"Tough requirements, especially that last one. I don't know if there are guys like that."

Esther sips her tea carefully, "That's what I thought to myself as well. If no such person exists, might as well die a virgin."

"What!? Are you serious?" Parker almost choked on a cupcake.

"Yes. Why? Do you want to die a slut?"

"No. I mean, I have my opinion of what boy should I go out with too, but you take it way too seriously."

"I can never be too serious about this."

Then they overheard a conversation,

"Hey have you heard? Asher's in town again."

"What? Really? Yeah, some people saw him this morning, I heard he went to the library!"

"Yeah, I saw him going out without looking scared."

"Haha, not even the librarian's scary eyes can faze that hotness."

"Shush! She's right over there..."

Esther said, "Are they idiots? We already heard it."

"I guess Asher's popular around these parts. Since he's kinda handsome."

"Hmph. I guess..."

They continue to listen some more,

"I heard someone's going to confess to him today."

Surprised enough that Esther and Parker spit out their drinks.

On to the next chapter.

"How to write stories like a real author?"

Before you're good at making stories, you were a beginner like Asher.

Asher Westergard is a teenage boy whose dreams of becoming an author are coming to life, but he struggles to write a story that can be enjoyed by readers.

By chance he met Esther Violette, the acting librarian (Warning: Do not mess with her) who gladly helped him and became his teacher.

"Will he be able to fullfil his dreams?"

"If you don't shut up I'll sew that mouth of yours, even if it means breaking the fourth wall." Esther's voice was heard.

"He's just telling the description." Asher's voice as well.

I got up around 9 am. It's late. Mom wasn't home, Sara was watching TV.

It was weekday. But I had classes with Mr. Murchison. 

"Hey Sara you had breakfast?" I shouted from the dining.

"Yeah, bread and sausages." She shouted back.

I sat at the dining table. Thinking what should I do while pouring water. She was watching cartoon.

I wasn't in the mood for breakfast. I came to my room and remembered I have homeworks to do. I opened my book.

I remembered Ray telling me I shouldn't worry about the homeworks but well I still tried to do because I don't have anything better to do.

I don't even know if I can go to Mr. Murchison's class. I don't wanna look at those faces. Ahh, it's eating my mind.

I was doing maths. Damn, maths are hard. It's so stupid but then it's interesting. I sound stupid myself.

I finished studying at 11am. I was thinking to watch a movie. We both love horror stuffs. But I get scared easily.

I went to the living room.

"Sara do you want to watch a horror movie?" I asked her, creeping by the wall.

She laughed. "What movie?"

"Umm there's this new movie about this house being haunted and all. Wanna watch that?" I saw about this movie yesterday. It was a new movie.

"Yeah, sure." She was also excited, like I said we love, love horror stuffs.

We played the movie.

The movie name was "The curse befallen". It was about a cursed house. The people who lives in the house dies after 7 days. It was scary, a lot scary.

I always watch any horror movie with a pillow with me. Whenever a horror scene comes I cover my face and peak to see what happens. Sara always laughs when I do this.

There were so many jump scares. And the music was horrific. But it was a short movie, around 1 and a half hour.

After the movie ended Sara was laughing so hard. "It wasn't that much scary sis."

"Yeah, easy for you to say! But I get scared." Though she stays in home alone still she isn't scared.

She was still laughing, sitting in the sofa. "Did you understand the ending though?" She asked.

"I don't know, it feels like they worshipped some demon and he possessed the house and who wouldn't worship him they'll die?" I thought it was like this after they discovered the truth.

"Yeah, yeah. It seems like this. It's not that great when I think about worshipping a demon." Sara said looking at her phone.

"What happened between you and Miles though?" She looked at me and asked.

I looked at her, thinking about I never told her that I broke up with him. I just never wanted her to get involved with all this shit I go through.

"Yeah, we broke up. It's been a week I guess." I looked down. I don't know what her response will be. She's still young though. 4 years younger than me.

"Yeah I always knew he was like this. Also your friends. They treated me so bad." She made a face and laughed.

I never knew that they'd treat her like this. "Sara, avoid them. They are shitty."

I got up and left the room. She was watching something else I think.

I thought about the English Fest that'll happen. I searched it up online and saw many schools take parts.

I need to talk about it with Mr Murchison. I thought maybe I could take part in some writing competitions.

I took a shower and everything. I sat on my bed. I don't know why but random thoughts always pops up in my mind.

And random thoughts includes how I used to spent my time talking with Miles.

I thought what would've been better? Suck it all up or what I did? What's the truth? I really don't know anything right? Why was he with me in the first place?

Why am I in this world in the first place?

I was looking at the piles of books and notebooks I just made. My parents have this high hopes for me. I mean, I always did my best in the tests and got a good result.

Everyone used to tell me how brilliant I am though I'm younger than all the students in my class.

Random thoughts, this and that. No matter where I look, I'll just think about something. Stupid, yeah very.

I looked at the time. It's almost time for me to go to the class. I knew I had to go early.

I got ready and went for the class. I saw Mr Murchison listening to some song from the class. I got in and greeted him smilingly.

"Oh Samantha! You're always early." He wasn't surprised but still surprised.

I smiled. "Yes sir. I have some important things to talk with you."

"Oh, yeah. I have something too talk about too." He looked kinda disturbed.

"Don't worry Mr Murchison. I know what they said about me." I smiled. "It's kinda my fault. You are always really friendly with us. But remember one time you told us no matter what you do, don't let anyone do anything to you without your consent?"

"Yeah, yeah I remember. But what's this about?" He looked at me with concern? I think.

"Miles did something to me, without my consent. That's why I broke up with him." I was fidgeting with my fingers and thought if this was a good idea.

"I thought so too. He's really forward and stubborn. If he wants something he'd get it." He told me, with a calm voice.

I laughed listening him talk like this. "Oh yes I wanna talk to you about the English Fest that's gonna happen in our school."

"Yes, yes. The one where many schools come." He replied to me. I felt like he does know a bit about it.

"Yes. I wanna participate. Though I don't know anything about it." I pulled my books out.

We talked about it until I heard them coming. And today there was another person beside them joining us, it's Mia.

Yeah, my life wasn't bad before so God decided to add more. Now I need to bear all three of them. Yeah, great.

How long does it take to get into the reality of one's life? One day? Month? Year? How long will it take for her to know the reality of life? What'll she experience? Pain? Happiness? Hardship? Or death?

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