"Sh*t, how should I start writing?" 

"Who the hell said that first impression is the best impression?", mumbled 'Normal' feeling slightly angry due to not being able to think of any amazing, world shattering, void destroyer starting lines. (1)

"But today atleast  I put my a** down on the chair rather than imagining myself to be one of the world's best authors and getting rewards from the whole world for the breathtaking book (imaginative) I wrote.", said Normal seemingly admitting that except imagining he was doing nothing all this while.

"To make things simple how about I start with something like 'EDITED BY PINK' which was used by Divin* B*ast Adventur*s or I can also do some sh*t like '2019, May 19th, Monda*' which was used by CCG as the starting of the novel", Normal was pondering that he pondered over the matter of how should he start his novel because of some shitty guy who said first impression is the best impression.

"But I dare say that no matter how ikemen of a guy someone is, if he says sh*t everytime people will not like him in the long run. So I should write thinking of the long run rather than a breathtaking starting." 

"WOW, now that I think of it, if I make my ending sh*tty and the later part of the novel average then I will get positive comments, since readers will think its a shitty chapter but it will come out to be an average one, thus coming on top easily."

"But if I write an above average starting and later on, if the chapter turns out to be average then people will think it's a bad novel due to the high expectations for it."
'Hell yeah, I should be a detective solving homicidal cases rather than thinking of how to start the chapter.', thought Normal smugly due to his 'trick' of making people believe that his novel is good.

"But now that I have decided that I should have a sh*tty starting, what should I write?", Normal fell into deep thought again, this time thinking of a shitty starting.

The life really can be expected sometimes, when Normal wanted to write an awesome starting all he could think of was sh*ts related to life, and now when Normal wants to write a sh*tty starting all he can think of is still sh*ts related to life.

After 1 minute and 24 seconds later...

"Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, no, no I think Pluto comes next, no wait there is also Neptune. Let's just check it online, it will freshen up my mind and I may even find a 'sh*tty' ending by chance.", thought Normal.

After 6 hours 54 minutes and unknown seconds later...

"Binge watching sure is the best thing, and it has been a really long time since I watched D*g*mon. Now lets go to sleep its already been midnight by now.", Normal told himself seemingly satisfied with the binge watching of D*g*mon.

While closing tabs he saw that 'inkstone' is written on some tab located at the cornermost part of his moniter, he becames devasted as he realised how strong his resolve is. 

5 minutes, he thought it would not take more than 5 minutes to check what is the order of the planets in the solar system, but except that he searched everything and finally got 'lured' by D*g*mon.

Normal decided to the first thing which he will do in the morning will be to write up a chapter, but to have a good night's sleep, he said to himself, "Atleast I sat on the chair and decided that I should have a shitty starting."

"*Phew* atleast I started."
















(1) The author is named 'Normal' because I do not believe that he have some superpower or is the reincarnation of some immortal expert. I believe that he is a normal guy with just some above average dreams.

What Happens Everyday?

No one knows...

There are people who perform divinations, there are those who believe they know the future, everyone is unique in their own ways, but I am one of those who believes that life is unexpected.

Completely unexpected!

Come join me in an adventure, where even the author doesn't know what happens.

With some reality, some fantasy, some fiction and some life experience, a novel which the author wishes to become noble!

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NOTE :- I will try my best to release as much chapters I can, but the least I could do is to write a chapter a day.

Nothing really important. Skip if you want more cool stories.

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I always have trouble with conversations in my story. It is actually one of the reasons I don't want to write fan fiction. Even though these are my characters and I should be the one to know everything about them, I just don't really know how to react and speak for them. It's so strange, but I just have so much trouble with that.
 
Commas too, but that will never stop. I just cannot stop using them like I do. (obsessively)
 
Since this story was probably the closest to our world, it made it a bit more difficult too. (I like to avoid that as much as possible for two reasons. One our world has nothing to do with the universe I am writing and like political stuff and what nots. Not really that, but essentially it is fiction and I want to keep it as close to that as possible.) So when I first started it, Black Hawk Down sounded so interesting. Shooting and battles with a character that can literally not partake in it. How and why... I wanted to explore that. I think for the most part I did.
 
Then of course the location and content of where it took place wasn't the only thing I worried about. The content warnings and what not. I guess I do write graphic and traumatic stuff normally, but this was digging into war. Due to the location, it is closer to the real world. Veterans who fight and have suffered are no joke. I wanted to do my best to give something 'realistic' and to deliver it with care. I know I ain't great, but I really did my best at it. (Considering everything that I write ain't much, but still.)
 
Now there was something I think I failed at. I wanted to write something that was showing instead of telling. I found myself explaining every little bit, more than once, for simple things that didn't need it. Ugh that was so frustrating, but I felt like it was needed.
 
Then there is the fact that I literally tried my best to explain and detail the background. To write those details so that everyone could enjoy stunning visuals at 60 fps in my story.  :P   Of course that failed after what? First chapter? Gosh it was so bad.
 
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When I look at my writings, everything from when I started writing to now, it is better. Much better. I took a broken car and started running with it like I was Fred Flintstone. Over time I actually added an engine and wheels, so it is much smoother and easier. But I clearly lack aesthetics. It looks terribly wrong to all the other cars on the road. Not that I want to be exactly like them, but I clearly can see where I lack for the most part.
 
Aesthetics. As stated above I have trouble writing details. Explaining who looks like what. The dress is made out of what material? That metal is smooth or jagged? It is tough for me to write that stuff. For people, when I'm writing characters, I actually just create what they are based on their name. I don't really know how to explain it, but it is like I take the letters that make up their name and use some weird mind magic to create their entire body out of it. Except for the most part it is colors with a standard doll I use for everything. Super difficult to explain, but that was the best way I think I can explain it.
 
Along with how people look, it's also about their acting. When I read a story, with enough time, I can predict where it will go. Especially if it is well written… unlike me. I create a character that has limitations either by age or injury. So I know what they can and cannot do. That does help me. Now Brahk is a father, I'm not even close to something like that and never will be, but I can guess what he would do. From past experiences and what I've seen in other fictions, stories or shows, I can give a good guess. He should want to protect and care for who he cares about. Blood related or not. There he would push them to make the right choices, but not force them. It is all for them to make and he just wants to nudge them along and be there for them. Now when these (should be) complex characters have issues and I have a decent idea on the main character, I fail. I know what Brahk will say, he just wants them to succeed and to be proud regardless of their success. But how would they react to what he says? That is tougher for me. Sure some things I can force with cliché events that I reference in my head, but when it isn't like that and I actively try to avoid that, it becomes much more difficult.
 
The last thing I should talk about is how I repeat many things over and over again. Up above I talked about the divergent and below the line was more generic with examples. But they are clearly the same thing as above, just a bit more descriptive. Nothing more really. But when I was writing the divergent and others before that, it is like I forget what I write. So in the next paragraph since I don't know I just make that information available to the reader. But the problem is I do it over and over again, with each paragraph containing the same information that I just said twenty times above that one.
 
I know I have things I need to work on. To be better at. One I didn't really talk about is this is how I speak. I remember learning in school is never to do that, but well it is happening. Writing how I speak… tsk tsk tsk. All of these things, even ones I haven't really noticed or talked about yet are difficult. I want to be better, even to be perfect, but that won't happen. So as I go forward I will continue to do my best and I hope that everyone that reads my stories is excited and really enjoys them!

Brahk, a man forced into a harsh life. He finds the things he can do and remembers the past that was taught to him. Thinking of those that made it possible. That past caught up to him as he did the same as those who helped his mother.

After his introduction, I write different ideas and throw Brahk in those situations. I wanted to give myself a place to write random ideas that come to mind. I might have cross overs with my other stories, but most are just self contained.

" Your teacher? Why would your teacher wants to talk to me Leon? Did something happened at your school? " said Christina as she continue collecting the utensils and also cleaning the table at the same time. 

Leon put his hand under the table and took out the Brick Game device from his storage ring and he opened it's switch before saying, " I also don't know mom. Teacher Jennifer just suddenly said she wanted me to tell you that she wants to meet you tomorrow in the afternoon. " 

Christina put down the dishes on the side of the table as she sat down on the chair in front of Leon before saying, " Is that so? Then can you tell me what you did in school today Leon? "

Leon stopped playing and put the Brick Game on the side before looking at his mother and said, " Sure mom. It's like this... " 

Leon then began telling his mother what happened and what he and Carla did this morning. He told her everything even the things they did in their break time.  

Listening to her son, Christina can't help but laugh from time to time. But even after Leon was done telling her what happened today, she still can't find any reason why Leon teacher would want to talk to her. She also asked Leon if his teacher also called other parents but Leon answered 'no' so Christina thought/believes that it's definitely because of Leon. ' What could it be? ' she thought. 

Leon was also thinking deep at this moment. ' Stupid stupid stupid! Who told you to be such a show off? ' he thought to himself. 

It's not like Leon wanted to show off.  It's just that, he still isn't used to being a 5 years old kid. Most of the time, he still think of him as a 20 years old young man so being able to read, write,  counts or even Calculus was normal for him. 

But Leon knows that he must tell his mother about the reason why his teacher wanted to talk to her so it won't be awkward tomorrow. But the question is... how? 

Leon fell silent for awhile as he also fell into a deep thought like his mother. And after awhile,  Leon looked at his mother and said, " Mom, I think teacher Jennifer wanted to talk to you about how I already know how to write." 

"..."

Christina's body trembled slightly after hearing that.  She lifted her head to look at her son and saw a hint of hesitation on his face. 

" I'm sorry Leon but mom didn't hear you clearly. Can you repeat what you just said? " 

"  I think teacher Jennifer wanted to talk to you about how I already know how to write. "

"..."

" You... Leon you... you know how to write?! " asked Christina in a very surprised tone. It's just too shocking for her because she knows that she never thought Leon how to write yet, so how did he learn it? She looked at Leon and saw him nodded his head indicating that it's true. 

Christina tried her best to calm herself as she took a few deep breaths before asking, " How? How did you learn how to write and when? Why didn't you tell me about this? "

" I...im sorry for hiding it to you mom. I... I want to surprise you. " said Leon. He knows that the best way to solve this problem now was to lie. Although he's feeling bad for lying to his mother, he still did it. He can't just tell her that he returned to his 5 year old self so he knows how to write right? The readers will definitely bash the Author which is a bad thing. 

" Surprise me? Why would you want to surprise me? " asked Christina in a confused tone. 

Instead of answering her question, Leon got up and started running towards his room. 

" Where are you going Leon? I'm still talking to you. " said Christina. She thought that Leon was trying to ran away from her. 

" Wait for me mom, I just need to get something. " said Leon before entering the room. In not even a minute, he came out of the room carrying a folded bond paper in his hand as he returned to his seat and handed it to his mother. 

" It's.... it's because of this mom. I did my best to learn how to write myself because I wanted to give you this. " said Leon as he handed the folded bond paper to his mother. 

Despite her confusion, Christina still received the folded bond paper.She then unfolded it and saw lots of words written in it. She took another glance at Leon and saw him just looking at her shyly as if he's embarrassed. This made her even more confused and also curious at what's written in the paper so she started reading it. 

As she do so, tears started to flow from her eyes. Not because of sadness but because she was so touched. She stared at the paper and held it carefully as if it was the most precious treasure to her. After awhile, Christina looked at Leon and asked, " Did... did you made this for me Leon? " 

" Yes mom. Remember last month? I saw on TV that children are giving their mother something like that and their mother became happy so I also wanted to do the same but... but I don't know how to write yet. I wanted to asked you to teach me so I-. "

" Leon, did you made this letter yourself? " asked Christina interrupting Leon. 

Leon became confused why his mother did that but he still answered, " Yes mom. I made that letter myself. "

Hearing his reply, Christina stood up and went beside Leon before hugging him.  

" I don't know what's stopping you from telling me the truth so I won't ask you anymore but please don't lie to me, your mom okay? I hope this will be the last time. " she said while still hugging her son.

Leon become stunned. He didn't expect this scene. He never expected her mother to be so sharp to notice that he was lying to her because he already succeeded before when he showed her the drawings and also how he learned how to count. 

" You... you can tell mom? I... how? "

" Silly boy. Of course I can tell. If I can't even do that, then how can I still call myself as your mother? " 

" But mom, I really made that letter. I wrote it myself. " 

" I know you write it and I believe you. But I also know that you are not telling me the truth about how did you learn how to write and when. " 

"..."

Leon was stunned once again. ' This.. is this the woman's institution or every mother just know their children that well? ' he thought. 

" Mom. I... I'm sorry. " said Leon apologetically.   This is the only words that he can tell at this moment. No matter what,  he'll never tell anyone even his mother that he was a returner. Never.

" Shhh. You don't have to apologize Leon. Just promise me that this will be the last time you'll lie to me okay? If there is something that's hard for you to tell, then just tell me that you can't and I won't force you to tell it to me. But please don't lie to me okay? Leon? " said Carla as she's gently caressing his back.

* sob *

Hearing that,  Leon's body trembled. Tears also started to flow from his eyes.  

Yes! He's crying at this moment. Leon, a 20 years old soul was crying like a child in his mother's embrace!

" I... I'm sorry mom. * sob *. I.. promise I will never lie to you again. I... I'm sorry but I can't tell you the truth. I'm sorry. " said Leon as tears continue flowing from his eyes as he hugged her mother as tight as he can. 

" There there. " said Christina as she comforted her son. 

" I told you that you don't have to apologize anymore. Your promise is more than enough so you better not break your promise okay? " 

" Okay mom. I'll never lie to you again. Thank you. " 


" Good. Besides, I'm happy to know that my son is very smart. I'm sure your father will also be happy after I'll tell it to him tomorrow. Also, thank you for the letter you gave me Leon. That's so sweet of you. " said Christina as she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and used it to wiped away the tears on Leon's eyes. 

" Stop crying now okay? Take your bath first before you sleep. I'll wash this dishes first. " said Christina. She also didn't ask anymore question to Leon despite her curiosity because she didn't want to make it more difficult for him. 

Leon didn't let go of her mother immediately and just continue hugging her for a few more minutes before nodding his head and finally let go. 

Leon immediately turned around and run towards the bathroom as fast as he can. 

" Thank you mom! You're the best! " he shouted before closing the door. 

" * Giggles *. What a cute child. He already knows how to get embarrassed despite his young age. Did he got that from me? No, he definitely got that from his father. " Christina murmured as she stared at the bathroom's door for awhile before continuing what she's doing earlier. 

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C. R. O. S. S. 

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A university student returned to his childhood without knowing how or why it even happened. 

If Truck-kun isn't the one who pulled strings here, then who? 

What will he do and how can his return affect the world he's in? 


Reincarnation + storage ring ( one mile space inside ) + a System. 

What more can he asked for?! 

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This story is mostly Slice of Life and will mostly focused on our MC's everyday life especially the Volume 1.

The Cover photo wasn't mine. I just downloaded it from the internet. If you owned the photo and you don't like it to be here then please contact me so I can change it.

Warning : 

Leon is a High Human and will become VERY OVERPOWERED when he grow up. 




C. R. O. S. S.]

by Bamnieellandmic


I just want to write a letter poem to just express my feelings 
I just want to write a letter poem to let you know what my feelings about 
I just want to write a letter poem to makes you feel that my love for you endlessly 
I really want to write a letter poem from my heart to lets to know how much I love you so 

I have been through a lots of heartache 
I have been through full of sadness 
I have been through being fooled 
Its seems my life is so very unfair 

Until you two walked into my life in mysterious ways 
You showed me that there is someone like me can respect me 
You teach me that there is someone like me can love me with unconditionally 
It's seems like there someone who can make love and care about me 

As your lover and your partner 
You showed me that what the best of me 
You keep trying your best to make me feel that you love me so much 
I want to say thank you for you set me free to be happy and let me to love you so much 

As your mom and best friend 
You showed me that there someone who will accept me
Even though we're not blood but my own heart you are my real daughter 
I want to say thank you for you accept and treat me as your own mother 

There's someone who sent you in my lonely life
There's someone who sent you for me to makes me happy 
There's someone who sent you for me to give me a strength 
As like you are my favorite person made by God for me

I wrote this letter poem to let you know how much I felt for you
I wrote this letter poem to let you know how much I'm happy to have you 
I wrote this letter poem to let you know how much I love you so much 
As like I wrote this letter poem to let you know that I'm blessed cause you are my precious gift from heaven above 

( poet: I dedicate to my boyfriend and soon husband named by Ernie and daughter na Hindi Basta anak- anakan lang kundi Turing ko talaga isang anak ko talaga, thanks magama ko to love me and support me I love you both )

(Alisha P.O.V)
I wake up with my alarm going off near my ear. I shut it and get out of the bed with a groan, still feeling sleepy. I walk to my closet and grab my workout clothes, then walk inside the washroom to get ready for the day.
It has been a month since mom and Miss. Griselda had started with our training, at first, it was tiring as hell but with each passing day, we get used to it. From Monday to Friday, we wake up 4:00 am, do training with mom, then go to school, after school, we have a few hours nap then we have trained with Miss. Griselda, then doing school work and studies and go to sleep after having dinner.
On Saturday and Sunday, we wake up at 9:00 am, do training with mom, then train with Miss. Griselda after lunch and an hour rest, then we have a whole evening and night to ourselves to do whatever we want to do. So at that time, we hang out with our friends.
After brushing my teeth and hair, and washing my face to drive remaining sleep away, I wear my workout clothes and walk downstairs and then walk towards the training ground, where mom was waiting for us, to start with our training. After training for one and half an hour, I walk back to my room to get ready for school.
After getting ready, I join others in the dining room for breakfast and leave for school. It takes half an hour for me to reach there. I park my car in the parking plot and walk inside the school. I walk to my locker and takes the book I need for my first period and my friends come and join me and we all walk to our class together.
After some time, the bell rang, and Miss. Raymond comes inside the class while greeting everyone.
"Good morning everyone, I hope you all had a wonderful weekend," Miss. Raymond said smiling at us and keeping her things on the desk.
"As we all had already, started your new semester I think I should give you all your first assignment," she said making us all groan and chuckled at our reaction.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I and not going to tell you to read the chapter and make notes on it," she said with a chuckle.
"This time I have thought to do something new," she said while smiling at us and rubbing her hands in excitement.
"Do all of you have read the story of Romeo and Juliet?" she asks us and we all said yes in chores.
"I have decided to make you all do the play in the school," she said smiling at me.
"No one can act as best Romeo better than me, especially when I have Alisha as my Juliet," Robert said winking at me making me blush like beetroot and whole class awwed at us.
"Don't be so cocky, Mr. Dawson, I haven't finished saying my idea yet," Miss. Raymond said smirking at him and he gulps knowing its noting going to be good whenever she had that sinister smirk on her face.
"There are going to be 2. changes in the play. Change no 1. Instead, there is going to be cross-dressing in the play, means instead of being playing Romeo's role, boys going to be Juliet's role and girls going to play Romeo's role," Miss. Raymond said and someone's whistles in the class.
"Stop making noise, Mr. Rookwood otherwise you are going to play Juliet's role," Miss. Raymond said and he shuts his mouth.
"And the second change is your going to make a group and write the play, which means you have to write the play which describes how the Romeo and Juliet's play would have played if it was written in this modern centuries, the best play will be played in the school, and the group who had written the best play would get the chance to perform it in front of everyone, you had 2 weeks to write it and submit it to me, I am giving you 5 minutes to form the group, and submit your names with the name of your group," Miss. Raymond said and turn to write something on the board.
Suddenly a thought comes to my mind, how it would like if mine and Roberts role change how would he act if or when he becomes a girl and an evil idea comes to my mind.
"You, me, you and my friend will be in our group, alright?" she asks and I nodded my head absentmindedly.
"But, what will we name, to our group?" Kanika asks us.
"Rosie," I suggested and everyone agreed with me.
"Robert," I called him and he looks at me.
"Robert, would you become Juliet, if our play was selected by Miss. Raymond?" I ask him.
"Please, pretty please, for me?" I ask while giving him my best puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, but only if you play the role of Romeo," he said smiling at me.
"Okay," I said smiling at him.
"So, have you all made a group?" Miss. Raymond asks us and a chorus of yes was heard in the class.
"Okay, then write the name of your group, and the name of you and your team members and submit it to me," she said to us. Robert writes it down in the paper and gives it to Miss. Raymond. After everyone submitted the paper, Miss. Raymond started the class, while I was lost in thinking how should I write the play, in a modern way without making the making much changes in it.
Times passes, like a blur until it was time for lunch. And I still unable to find out how to write it without making, many changes in it. Right now, we are in the cafeteria having our lunch.
"Alisha, Alisha," I heard someone call me while shaking me by my shoulder.
"Ye...Yes," I asked startled.
"Are you okay?" Kanika asks looking worried for me.
"Yes, why?" I ask her.
"Robert was asking something to you, but you look lost in thoughts and you haven't spoken anything since we come here, or take part in any conversation," Kanika said to me.
"I am sorry, what is it, Robert?" I ask him.
"I ask would you like to go on another date with me?" he asks me.
"Sure, I would love too," I said smiling at him.
"By the way, what were you thinking?" Anush asks me.
"I was thinking, how can I write the play, in a modern way without making the making, many changes in it?" I informed them.
"Do you find any solution?" Robert asks me.
"No," I said shaking my head at him.
"Download the play from the internet and added order things in it," Robert suggested to me.
"But William Shakespeare has written it in a poetic way, and I am not much good in English," I said to them.
"Take help of the internet, I am sure you will find a way, if not take help of your father or Miss. Raymond, I am sure they will not deny to help you," Anush suggested and I nodded at him with a big smile on my face.
After school, I go to the staff room to asks help, and she said yes, to me and I walk out of the school with a big smile on my face. 
(NOTE: Hey guys I want to ask you something, would you like me to write the whole play in the book or just the famous scene.
And it would be okay if I write it in a normal way or would you like me to write it in a poetic way as William Shakespeare has written it.
Please write your answer in the comment box.)

Vampires, Werewolf and demons rules while humans are at the bottom.....Logan the cold heart vampire prince meet the slave girl that he can't control himself every-time he is around her......but will his heart melt for once? This is the whole series, not just a book. But it is a stand-alone book.


" Your teacher? Why would your teacher want to talk to me Leon? Did something happened at your school? " Christina asked confusedly as she continue collecting the utensils and also cleaning the table at the same time. 

Leon put his hand under the table and took out the Brick Game device from his storage ring. He switch it on. " I also don't know, mom. Teacher Jennifer just suddenly said that to me. That she wanted me to let you know she wanted to meet you tomorrow in the afternoon. " 

Christina paused. She put down the dishes on the side of the table and sat down on the chair in front of Leon. " Is that so? Then can you tell me what you did in school today, Leon? "

" What I do in school today? Sure mom. It's like this... " 

Leon then began telling his mother what happened, what he and Carla did this morning. He told her everything, even the things they did during their break time.  

Listening to her son, Christina can't help but laughed from time to time. But even after Leon was done telling her what happened today, she still can't find any reason why Leon's teacher would want to talk to her. She also asked Leon if his teacher also did called other students' parents but Leon answered 'no' so Christina thought/believes that it's definitely because of Leon. ' What could it be? ' she thought. 

Leon was also thinking deep at this moment. ' Stupid stupid stupid! Who told you to be such a show off? ' he thought to himself. 

It's not like Leon wanted to show off.  It's just that, he still isn't used to being a 5 years old kid. Most of the time, he still think of him as a 20 years old young man so being able to read, write,  counts or even Calculus was normal for him. 

But Leon knows that he must tell his mother about the reason why his teacher wanted to talk to her so it won't be awkward tomorrow. But the question is... how? 

Leon fell silent for awhile as he also fell into a deep thought like his mother. And after awhile, he looked at his mother and said, " Mom, I think teacher Jennifer wanted to talk to you about how I already know how to write." 

"..."

Christina's body trembled slightly after hearing that. She lifted her head to look at her son and saw a hint of hesitation on his face. 

" I'm sorry Leon, but mom didn't hear you clearly. Can you repeat what you just said? " 

" Mn. I think teacher Jennifer wanted to talk to you about how I already know how to write. "

"..."

" You... Leon you... you know how to write?! " asked Christina in a very surprised tone. 

This is simply too shocking for her because she knew that she never thought Leon how to write yet, so how could he possibly learned how to do it? She looked at Leon and saw him nodded his head indicating that it's all true. 

Christina tried her best to calm herself. She took a few deep breaths. " How? How did you learn how to write and when? Why didn't you tell me about this? "

" I... Im sorry for hiding it to you mom. I... I want to surprise you. " said Leon. He knows that the best way to solve this problem now was to lie. Although he's feeling bad for lying to his mother, he still did it. He can't just tell her that he returned to his 5 year old self so he knows how to write, can he? 

" Surprise me? Why would you want to surprise me? " asked Christina in a confused tone. 

Instead of answering her question, Leon got up and started running towards his room. 

" Where are you going Leon? I'm still talking to you. " said Christina. She thought that Leon was trying to ran away from her. 

" Wait for me mom, I just need to get something. " Leon replied back before entering the room. In not even a minute, he came out of the room carrying a folded bond paper in his hand as he returned to his seat and handed it to his mother. 

" It's.... it's because of this mom. I did my best to learn how to write myself because I wanted to give you this. "  

Despite her confusion, Christina still received the folded bond paper. She then unfolded it and saw lots of words written in it. She took another glance at Leon and saw him just looking at her shyly as if he's embarrassed of something. This made her even more confused and also curious at what's possibly written on the paper so she started reading it. 

As she do so, tears started to unknowingly flow from her eyes. Not because of sadness or grief but because she was so touched. She stared at the paper and held it carefully as if it was the most precious treasure to her. After awhile, Christina once again turned at Leon and asked, " Did... did you made this for me, Leon? " 

" Yes mom. Remember last month? I saw on TV that children are giving their mother something like that and their mother became very happy. I also wanted to do the same but... but I don't know how to write yet at that time. I wanted to asked you to teach me so I ca-. "

" Leon, did you made this letter yourself? " asked Christina interrupting Leon. 

Leon became confused why his mother did that but he still answered, " Yes mom. I made that letter myself. "

Hearing his reply, Christina stood up and went beside Leon before hugging him.  

" I don't know what's stopping you from telling me the truth so I won't ask you anymore but, please don't lie to me, your mom okay? I hope this will be the last time. " she said while still hugging her son.

Leon became stunned instantly. He didn't expect this scene at all. He never expected her mother to be so sharp to even noticed that he was lying to her because he already succeeded before when he showed her the drawings and also how he learned how to count. 

" You... you can tell mom? I... how? "

" Silly boy. Of course I can tell. If I can't even do that, then how can I still call myself as your mother? " 

" But mom, I really made that letter. I wrote it myself. " 

" I know you wrote it and I believe you. But I also know that you are not telling me the truth about how did you learn to write and when. " 

"..."

Leon was stunned once again. ' This.. is this the so called women's institution or every mother just know their children that well? ' he thought. 

" Mom. I... I'm sorry. " Leon finally said apologetically. This was the only words that he can say at this moment. No matter what, he'll never tell anyone even his mother that he was a returner. Never.

" Shhh. You don't have to apologize, Leon. Just promise me that this would be the last time you'll lie to me okay? If ever there are some things that's hard for you to say, then just tell mom that you can't and mom won't force you to tell it to me. But please don't lie to me okay? Leon? " said Christina as she gently caresses his back.

* sob *

Leon's body trembled. Tears also started to flow from his eyes.  

Yes! He's crying at this moment. Leon, a 20 years old soul was crying like a child in his mother's embrace!

" I... I'm sorry mom. * sob *. I.. promise I will never lie to you again. I... I'm sorry but I can't tell you the truth. I'm sorry. " Tears continue flowing from his eyes as he hugged her mother as tight as he can. Leon can only continue to apologize.

" There there. " she comforted her son. 

" I told you that you don't have to apologize anymore. Your promise is more than enough so you better not break it in any circumstances okay, Leon? " 

" Mn. Okay mom. I'll never lie to you again. Thank you. " 


" Good. Besides, I'm happy to know that my son is very smart. *giggles* I'm sure your father will also be very happy when I tell him about this tomorrow. Also, thank you for this letter you gave me, Leon. That's so sweet of you. " said Christina as she took out a handkerchief from her pocket and used it to wiped away the tears on Leon's face. 

" Stop crying now, okay? You go and take your bath first before you sleep. I have to wash these dishes first. " said Christina. She also didn't ask anymore question to Leon despite her curiosity because she didn't want to make it more difficult for him. 

Leon didn't let go of her mother immediately and just continue hugging her for a few more minutes before nodding his head and finally let go. 

Leon immediately turned around and run towards the bathroom as fast as he can. 

" Thank you mom! You're the best! " he shouted before closing the door. 

" * Giggles * What a cute child. He already knows how to get embarrassed despite his young age. Did he got that from me? No, he definitely got that from his father. "

 Christina murmured as she stared at the bathroom's door for awhile before continuing what she's doing earlier. 

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Reincarnation, transmigration, time travel. 

A dream that most of us had once wished for, but never had a chance to actually experience. And as we grew older , this idea sounds more and more ridiculous, delusional, something that's very impossible to happen. 

Returning back to the past, being able to redo things, to be able to live your life for a second time. Those things can only happen in movies, in books, in dramas -------it's all fictional. 

But what if that wasn't the case at all? 

What if returning back to past wasn't just a mere fiction but an actual fact instead? Just how awesome can that be??

This is a story of a college student whom by some means unknown, had returned back to his childhood.

He didn't die, he wasn't cornered or forced to jump on a cliff, no truck-kun intervention!! 

He simply wished for it randomly and it just happened. 

Let's see how a 20 years old man live his life for the second time. What decisions he'll make, what plans he'll concocts and what in hell was that voice speaking inside his head??

This is a story of action, adventure, romance and everyday life. 

A/N:

The mc will start at five years old and will slowly grew up as the story progresses. The pacing of the story will be quite slow at the start to give time on building a solid foundation for the characters. For those who don't want this kind of thing then this novel probably wasn't for you. 

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Laura decided to write letters seeking forgiveness.  She decided to keep it short and direct.  If she had time after writing the gentlemen, she would write a letter to Caitlin that she would mail.  As for a letter to Luke, she would write it to him, but burn it after she got all of her feelings out. 

“Alex, thank you for opening this letter.  If you are reading it, then I know that there is room in your heart to forgive me for any harm that I may have done to you while simultaneously dating, but worst of all, also agreeing to commit to your two best friends.  Looking back on what I did, I should have told all three of you that you asked me to commit as your exclusive girlfriend, but I should not have accepted each of your propositions.”

“Now that you all have ignored me for a few weeks because of my harmful treatment of you, I realize that there is no excuse for my behavior.  I regret that I hurt you.  I know that I am not worthy of a second chance at a love relationship with you because of this.  I only hope that you can forgive me over time as we each move forward separately on our own paths.  I have learned a valuable lesson; I am truly sorry it had to come at so high a cost to both of us.  Unfortunately, this harm led to losing you not only as a boyfriend or partner, but as a close, personal friend.  —-Laura”

She read over the letter several times.  It was a suitable letter for all three. She copied it over onto nice stationery two times to also address it to Don and Ricky.  Going through writing a different apology letter by hand twice again was too much for her to bear no matter how much time had passed or how many counseling sessions she had been through.

She now had enough time to write a letter to mail to Caitlin.  She would also write one to Luke for the cathartic effect of getting her emotions on paper and burning it.  This entire process would eradicate any residual ill feelings and provide her with the preservation of positive memories along with some very much needed closure and strength.

“Caitlin, you and I have been best friends for years.  You have listened to me and we have shared experiences throughout the intermingling of our lives as we grew up together.  Now, unfortunately, we have grown apart.”

“You were right.  At our last encounter, I did not want to hear what you had to say, but by ignoring your advice, I loss all three of the guys as you predicted.  I know we can’t go back to the way that we were, but, if you would forgive me, perhaps we can move forward together.  I don’t want to lose you too.”

“Thank you for being honest and brave enough to tell me how you felt.  You responded the way a real friend would; you spoke your truth and risked losing me because of it.  You tried to help me so that I could salvage at least one relationship with the best suitor for me before I lost all three and the opportunity to be with any of them.  —-Laura”

Writing the letter to Caitlin was a different challenge than the letter she planned to send to each of the guys.  There was only one left: a letter to Luke.

“Luke, I know that you and I were together for a long time and we definitely had our ups and downs.  After much thought and careful consideration, I don’t think that we were good for each other in the long term.  I have been so focused on how you hurt me that I was unable to get past your verbal abuse and move on to a life without you in it so that I could heal.”

“I am writing this to have closure on our relationship, so that you can separately pursue your interests, personally and professionally, and I can pursue mine without causing each other any further pain or blocking each others’ progress or further hurting one another mentally or emotionally.  I plan to move on permanently without you and wish you the best.  Goodbye and good luck. —-Laura”

She took the letter to Luke and put it in a ceramic bowl, then set it on fire.  It was all over, not just with Luke, but with Alex, Don, Ricky, and probably also Caitlin.  There was much regret and sadness at her multiple losses.   As time passed she felt lighter and oddly calm with hope for a better life on her own.  Now she had let go of holding on to the toxic (Luke) and the temporary (Alex, Don, and Ricky).  She was unsure of what category she put Caitlin in, but she was part of her healing.  

She had hard-earned wisdom from the unfortunate negative ends to her relationships with these five people who left their marks on her life.  She wanted to take some time to focus on herself before trying to meet someone new as a friend or seek out a love interest.  She wasn’t ready to leap into the dating or friendship pool yet.  

She decided she would follow the advice of her counselor and just “sit with the grief”.  Each letter represented loss, and she had to face up to that.  How long she would spend mourning these losses was unknown.  Time was on her side.  Maybe she needed to forgive herself first before she could be forgiven.   Her pain over these relationships was significant.  She wanted to forget it all and, since she had no vice, like cigarettes or liquor, the best way for her to do so was by playing music.

When struggling cellist Laura meets a handsome and charming man, she cannot believe her luck, especially when she meets a second guy…and then a third! Laura finds herself being wooed by three men, three best friends who can offer her fun, passion, and partnership…not to mention the billions in their bank accounts. While dating three handsome men has its perks, Laura finds that her life gets a lot more complicated as her feelings for each grow. Will Laura be able to choose one man…or will her dueling passions signal the end of her new relationships?


“It had only been a couple of days since her last date with one of the guys before the gifts started showing up.  She knew that Alex was partial to long stemmed red roses and this time was no different.  Don sent her bottles of California Merlot.  Ricky sent her twelve months worth of weekly salon and spa gift cards. After she received each gift, she texted the same message to each of the three: “Oh, how thoughtful.”  

Each gift served to remind her of what was special about their dates and the man who had lavished her with attention. The gifts gave the guys a chance to show off their wealth, but also to declare their love for her.  She wondered how each could be so committed and love struck over her after such a short time period.  They only had one girl to focus on where she had three very different, eligible guys to choose from…”

The Billionaires’ Love Club is created by April McQueen, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 


When I was six, a nurse called out to my mother and asked to sign a book. That year, I came to realise that my mother is a famous literary author. 

"I want to read your books." I whined. 

"It's not as exciting as the stories you tell me." My mother smiled. 

When I was eight, I 'borrowed' my mother's books from nurse to read. That year, I came to realise that my mother is an amazing author. 

"Where did you get that?" My mother asked in surprise, recognising the book I borrowed. 

"I borrowed it from a nurse. Do you have anymore books I can read?" I asked using my all powerful superpower, sad puppy eyes.

"I do. But promise me that you will return that 'borrowed' book and apologise to the nurse?" My mother sighed helplessly. 

"Okay." I happily agreed despite being seen through. 

When I was nine, I finished reading all of my mother's works. That year, I came to realise how important I was in her heart. 

"That's because the female protagonists you write are always so brave and incredible! They're the best." I said when she found me hugging a romance novel she first published under a pen name. 

"Silly child. You're wrong. No matter how brave and incredible my characters are, they are only fictional. You are real. Remember. You are the bravest and most incredible person there is. To me, you are the best." My mother said as she began playing with my cheeks. 

When I was ten, I asked my mother if I could be the female protagonist in her next book. That year, my mother said she is retiring as an author to become an editor due to writers block.

"It's only for a little while. I'll write again soon." My mother comforted the crying me. 

"Really?" I asked.

"Really. I want to write the best book I can and have you read it first." She said with a sparkle of certainty in her eyes. 

On my 20th birthday, my mother published her newest work after a ten year hiatus. After being given a very special reading by the author herself, I realised why my mother took ten years to write this novel. 

"I want to read it." I said, surrounded by my family. 

"How about this, I'll read it to you. It's been a long time since I've told you a story." My mother pretended, not knowing I could see the obvious tear stain on her face. 

My mother then read it to me. She was by my side everyday, reading 'There Is Sweetness Within Bitterness, That Is Happiness'. When she couldn't read anymore, my father came. When he couldn't read, my brother came. Then on the last day, my mother finished the last page. 

But unfortunately. I was too tired to hear the ending.

“Lan’er. Didn’t you already read that?” Her mother asked, pointing to her newest novel in her hands. 

“That’s because the female protagonists you write are always so brave and incredible! They’re the best.” Huang Yue Lan proudly spoke.

Her mother reached towards her and lightly pinched her cheeks before shaking her head. “Silly child. You’re wrong. No matter how brave and incredible my characters are, they are only fictional. You are real. Remember. You are the bravest and most incredible person there is. To me, you are the best.”

Years later, surrounded by her family on her deathbed Yue Lan pointed at a book by her bedside. 

“Is that your newest book?” She asked softly. 

Her mother nodded and grabbed the book, ‘There Is Sweetness Within Bitterness, That Is Happiness’. 

“I want to read it.” She declared.

“How about this, I’ll read it to you. It’s been a long time since I’ve told you a story.” Her mother said with a forced smile. 

Yue Lan was too tired to argue so she simply nodded. She listened as her mother told her the story until the very end. Leaving with a smile on her face. 

In death, she received her second chance at life. In the world her mother created. In the world of ‘There Is Sweetness Within Bitterness, That Is Happiness’.

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The moment i remember, that i cant forget
There's a of feelings inside that I've ever met
When you came into my life changed all of things
Like a light in my darkness that no one can bring
Everytime i see you walking around my heart beats fast
And at the back of my mind, i think this will be the last, 
Because, the first time i fell in love was long ago
I didnt know how to feel my love at all
But the next the time i settled for what felt so close
And without romance you'll never gonna fall
After everything I've learned, now it's finally my turn, 
This is the last time I'll fall in love.

Then, everyday I'm always wondering and keep asking my self   
How can i reach you? , because i want you to feel that you are special. I want to treat you as a princess, and later on you'll be my queen, and the big question is, where do i start?.

Do i have to just walk and just ask you, how are you?
Do i have to sit beside you without knowing my name?
Or should i have to sing a song just for you to hear me, without talking to you directly. Then i slapped my face and laugh "hahaha" i think serenade is the best idea that I've ever think.
The next day i write a song. But im not good in brain storming, because I'm a weak person. My family hates me, they always say, I'm a black sheep in our family, I'm useless, I'm a trash, a coward, a shit person. A man can't stand alone. But I don't know what happen because all of a sudden, when I'm struggling in writing a poem or something that i can use to make a song. I felt the eagerness the comfort, and the pain was replaced by love. And i started to write and write until I'm almost done. I was so inspired at that moment. I can't believe that i can write a song or a poem. You bring out the best in me. And from now on i realized that the love will set you free.

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