YOU HAVE NOTHING TO READ,
DON'T WORRY I GOT YOU

List of novels i have read and didn't stop.

it's not placed in order so it's not the which one i like most placed first and the one i like least placed last.




(Sorry for my english, it's my  third language)

Some authors in chat talked about a book's worth. 

Most agreed that its value depends on the readers' willingness to pay for a novel. And the most selling here in WN are romance and h e n t a i.

Honestly, it is true in a sense that most authors who don't write these two genres or have the general audience receive lesser income to none. However, there are also other genres that are popular.

What saddening is that a story which has no s** will be buried deep in the list of books.

One time, a person told me that he won't read books without s**. I think you understand what I mean.

Sad... 

Those good literary authors will just choose Amazon. I totally agree with that.

But, is that what really makes a book valuable? So, the authors will just resort to writing stories with s**  since most will welcome it.

I feel sad if it is.

I've been reading and watching epic and classic stories like Mary Poppins, The Twelve Kingdoms, Fushigi Yuugi, The Vision of Escaflowne, Star Wars, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and others. 

These are great books but I'm not sure if the new generation is still reading them.

Hoping they are.

So, what is the worth of a writer? Of a person's storyteller's heart and creativity?

Will it just be buried deep in isolation? Will it just be following the flow of readership and abandon its desire to produce good stories?

I disagree. We still love good stories. There are still more readers who love good reads. In fact, these type of stories are more engaging and imploring. Those epic stories won't be called epic if no one reads them anymore. They are classified as such because their worth is beyond trends.

They simply go against the flow and create a tsunami, leaving people awestruck.

That is the type of book I want to write. I prefer to be remembered as an author who writes good stories without compromising the principles I believe.

Don't get me wrong. There are still good books with a bit of those s** things out there that you can read. But they don't focus on those scenes but on the story itself.

I am a person who never follows trends. And I care less what people call me. I will rather be true to myself than to follow the crowd and lose my self-respect.

In my opinion, the worth of a story is not only on the business side but also on how much heart and effort the author gives to his/her books.

To authors: Let us enjoy writing good stories. Let us be proud of what we write for not everyone can be authors. And not all writers can finish a book. The truth, most books here are unfinished.

To readers: Support good books and give the authors that confidence to continue writing good stories. Without your support, the authors might give up. If no one read good stories, then there's no point on writing one. But I believe most readers still love those type of books.
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Inspirational Quotes for Authors:

"I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose." — Stephen King

"If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn't matter a damn how you write." — Somerset Maugham

"Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as writer." — Ray Bradbury

"I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly." — Edgar Rice Burroughs

"The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story." — Ursula K. Le Guin
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Inspirational Quotes for Readers:

"Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light."
–Vera Nazarian

"Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself." —George Bernard Shaw

"Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood." — John Green

"The only important thing in a book is the meaning that it has for you." —W. Somerset Maugham

Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled "This could change your life."
–Helen Exley

Have a good and fruitful day.

😁😁😀😄💖💓💞

I  invite you to read the short diary of my daily struggle as a writer. No clear update but I will try to write every day. Don't expect very long chapters.

Started as an entry for fun and submitted for writing prompt #63: One chapter post but still ongoing.

 Please add tags: #diary #drama #comedy #author #writing

Please read my ongoing story:
The Sorceress' Heir: Blossoming Youth and Power

" There's a first time for everything"
                                          - Greg Owen


Writing has always been one thing which made me happy no matter what. I have read tons of books wondering when would I be able to deliver a beautiful art worth being praised for. I would imagine myself being a lead character on those stories where she would fight for justice. It was the perfect escapism from my depression. Depression is that kind thing of feeling which eats ones deeply without leaving a single trace. It had deeply inflicted me yet I couldn't show it to my parents thinking that they would be worried dead. My depression was of something not aligned with family but it was with myself. I really didn't had the strength to hold myself and remind me that I was worth of everything and no was to redeem me. I couldn't hold myself anymore and I was deeply immersed in it. Until books enabled me to see everything in different view and made me much stronger.

Those never changing positivity of story character pushed me out of depression. With passing time my urge to write something increased and my wish to write something became vivid. It was that rainy day while listening to Nick Vujicic speech on never giving up and serendipity by Jimin of BTS, I made my mind to put my ideas into word. With a single word I began my journey with those three characters onto that unknown world. I began to weave various setting and act into word so that I could give out a beautiful pattern of story. It was very difficult to explain various thing with limited vocabulary and grammar but thanks to various inspirational blogger and writer, I could refer there work and create my own piece.

The journey has been heart throbbing and exciting, every road leading to dead end yet enabling me to start a new. I hope everyone would like this story and enable them to create their own beautiful work. I have tried my best to correct any grammatical mistake I could find, if there are any then do forgive me for being ignorant. Hoping that you would appreciate and comment any criticism and advice. I would happily welcome those with full heart. Thank you everyone for their time and hope everyone would be holding my hand and proceeding towards unprecedented journey in that unknown world of my three characters.

"Even before I could go near him, I felt his hand on my waist. His skin was as cold as ice and it sent shiver down my spine. There was hint of admiration and love in his eyes and it really confused me. I felt that he liked me but that thought was totally absurd. His pinkish lips raised, it made my legs give away. I felt his hand tighten around my waist and slowly engulfing me in a tight hug."

There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the sun… (Ecclesiastes 3:1)

…A time to speak and a time to be silent…

Hey!
Hope life is treating you good. Well, I have chosen to bear the responsibility of taking you all on a tour around the teenage world with the help of God. I know right now that reading inspirational books is not really the in-thingy in our world. But, all the same, I urge you to give me a chance and hear me out, if not for anything but for the fact that I am one of you. I am still a teenager and sure do know our language.
Many teens are misunderstood and themselves misunderstand a lot. I should know! This is an attempt to understand a few of our problems while also talking to others so they understand us better.
The intent of this book is largely to touch the lives of teens so that our generation shall be as devoid of sin as possible. It is also intended to bring clarity for us at this critical stage of our lives, whether we are joining at thirteen or departing at nineteen. There is the hope that it helps others who haven't reached our stage yet, the littluns too have something to look to and think about. For those who have gone beyond us, it gives a chance to reminisce and perhaps, get nostalgic while also offering a few suggestions on how we should be (taken and moulded) and how we would want to be seen. Still, it is best to let you know first:
You've got to have a THING for God;
to be a TEEN for God!

Hmm, I guess that is enough for an introduction for a book this size! Don't worry I wouldn't be boring you. Just take a few minutes and we would be through, okay? So, time to let you on the ride. Enjoy the trip.
1-2-Ready…Bon Voyage!

The intent of this book is largely to touch the lives of teens so that our generation shall be as devoid of sin as possible. It is also intended to bring clarity for us at this critical stage of our lives, whether we are joining at thirteen or departing at nineteen. There is the hope that it helps others who haven’t reached our stage yet, the littluns too have something to look to and think about. For those who have gone beyond us, it gives a chance to reminisce and perhaps, get nostalgic while also offering a few suggestions on how we should be (taken and moulded) and how we would want to be seen. Still, it is best to let you know first:
You’ve got to have a THING for God;
to be a TEEN for God!

Kazuki left at 8.30pm, but of course, he would not demand any remuneration for the extra half an hour.
Before he left, he could feel how relieved Harunaka and the others were. Perhaps studying was indeed a tough task for them.
Moreover, he had brought two sets of test papers with him, one from the Senior High School Entrance Examination and another one from the Junior High School exam. He had left the Senior High School test papers with them along with a copy of his own Junior High School textbook.
He hoped that when he was here again the coming Wednesday, the Senior High School test paper would be filled with answers as they were allowed to refer to books and research for information. As long as they were earnest enough, they could basically find all the answers they needed from the textbook he photocopied.
They should be able to finish it... right?
Kazuki was slightly unsure of himself and sighed as he felt the road ahead of him as a private tutor would be a tough one.
However, he had already decided on the method that he would be using to teach the Furuhashi sisters. It was the simplest, but most boring and dry spoon-feeding method of education.
There was a fundamental difference in the nature of spoon-feeding and inspirational teaching.
There was a saying in inspirational teaching, which went like this, "I'll listen and forget about it; I'll look, and I'll have some impression of it; I'll do it, and it'll stay in my mind." The spoon-feeding method encapsulated the first two actions, but it missed out on the last part of actually 'doing' it. In contrast, inspirational teaching gave full consideration to the importance of 'doing.'
In terms of limitations, there were a lot of shortcomings in spoon-feeding since it only involved delivering the ideologies of teachers and books to students, leaving no room for innovation. The best part of spoon-feeding, however, was the speed at which students could learn content.
Therefore, a lot of people condemned the method of spoon-feeding for killing off the creativity in students, training them into individuals lacking in their own ideas, and turning them into machines that only knew how to sit for exams. Although they would excel in the exams, they would only excel at getting high marks. They would not even have half the creativity of a middle school student when they go out into society.
Although spoon-feeding was heavily criticized, Kazuki knew that this was the only way that would work for them after a mere two and a half hour's worth of observation.
Though it was dull, it had a remarkable impact on raising marks.
Blind memorization was another way too.
Of course, Kazuki had to inform Sena Nagayama to get her to grant him higher authority. Otherwise, he was afraid that the Furuhashi sisters would not last very long. As their teacher, he naturally needed to supervise them closely.
There were two means of supervising. One of them being some mild and kind advice while the other was to coerce them into doing something.
Yep, he was more inclined to the latter.
After all, after the past two and a half hours, he realized that these four girls had had numerous experiences and strategies in dealing with private tutors. Hence, extraordinary times called for extraordinary measures.
After thorough contemplation, he decided to call Sena Nagayama the next day to ask for her opinion.
As the elevator door opened and before Kazuki could get out of the elevator, an old lady tottered into the elevator with her back bent and her body shivering.
Her face was full of wrinkles, but it was easy to see that she was an old lady who had experienced much hardship in life. She stepped forward slowly with one of her hands softly beating against the back of her waist, coughing from time to time, causing an urge in people to lend her a helping hand. She had a head of short hair that looked like it was covered in a layer of white snow, teeth that were almost gone, and a pair of rough hands that were covered in veins that could almost pass off as earthworms. But at the moment, her dull eyes were filled with anxiety.
Her dry lips moved slightly as she murmured to herself, "Oh Sunny, please don't believe what Rieko said… she was lying… lying…"
The people waiting outside of the elevator looked confused as Kazuki, who was standing in the elevator, showed no intention of getting out. However, seeing that Kazuki made no move of going out, they did not continue waiting and walked straight in.
Kazuki watched silently as the three of them penetrated through the old lady's body, causing a chain of ripples without a sound. He had never imagined that he could witness an apparition here, and she seemed like a spirit too.
"Oh, Sunny, please don't believe what Rieko said… she was lying… lying…"
No one in the elevator was talking, and only Kazuki could hear what the old lady was saying, but she just kept on repeating the same sentence over and over again like a clockwork machine, confusing him to no end.
Observing her closely from the corner of his eye, it seemed to him that she was slightly mentally unstable?
Looking at the people around him, he paused in thought.
The people in the elevator left one by one until only Kazuki, and the repetitive old lady remained. However, the elevator door had already closed, and if no floor button were pressed, it would remain unmoving. The old lady beside him only stared intently at the floor buttons while repeating the same sentence.
Upon seeing this, Kazuki looked at the floor they were at, it was the ninth floor.
As he was thinking, he pressed the button for the 10th floor, and after a brief feeling of weightlessness, the elevator started to move upward quickly. When the elevator reached the 10th floor, the unknown old lady beside him still did not move.
Then, he pressed the button for the 11th floor.
When the elevator stopped on the 11th floor, the old lady started to move. With the same sentence still in her mouth, she staggered out of the elevator somewhat hurriedly.
Kazuki followed her steps silently because he knew that there were cameras both inside and outside of the elevator.
When he saw the old lady entering room 1105, he memorized the room number. Then, he took the elevator down, but he did not go home. Instead, he sat on one of the benches in the small square at Suiryu Apartment with his gaze fixed on the 15th block of Suiryu Apartment.
He did not wait for her on the 11th floor because there were cameras there as well as the fact that he did not know how long the old lady would stay in room 1105. Thus, he had come down first. After all, if he had stayed on the 11th floor for a long time without moving, he would probably have been suspected of having malicious intent.
After waiting for almost an hour and just as he thought that the apparition might not even come down, he saw the old lady at the brightly lit entrance of the 15th block.
With staggering steps and the occasional cough, it was challenging for her to walk without a walking stick.
Yet Kazuki knew that these were just habits that were embedded within the depths of the apparition's soul when she was still alive. In actual fact, she could walk normally, but he could also feel that this apparition was very much worn out.
The reason for this was self-evident. This apparition had most likely passed away for quite some time and had unsolved obsessiveness left after death. By continually mixing amongst crowds of the living, the apparition was damaged by constant showering of Yang energy, causing her consciousness to fade. Yet because of her unresolved obsessiveness, she still maintained her habits after death. If he had not discovered her, perhaps not long after, this old lady would not have been able to maintain her soul, and she would have probably disappeared from the face of the earth.
Kazuki followed the old lady from behind and did not try to talk to her because he knew that even if he spoke to her, she probably would not have answered him anyway.
After 15 minutes, both humans and ghosts came to the Jinwen market.
The Jinwen market was the largest in the Jinwen District, but since it was already 9 o'clock at night, the market was dark and quiet except for the rare bypassers walking by. All the shops within the market were closed.
He saw the old lady slowly sit down beside a rubbish bin that was surrounded by flies in a narrow alley beside a noodle shop. She stared in front of her with empty and dull eyes.
Like a homeless and lonely ghost.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

The question hit Mira like a punch. 

Did she know? 

In an instant, the memories of her life from another time filled her mind. The hopelessness she felt when the whole school isolated her, when her mother died without having a chance to say goodbye to her, when she realize that her so called best friend was a fake, when her marriage fell apart and there was nothing she could do, when she was standing in that cliff in that rainy night... All of it came back to her. 

Does she know the feeling of hopelessness? Of course she knows. 

She also had been in that position once, ready to let go and end everything. But she didn't. Holding a razor blade in the bathroom, she was so heart-broken and desperate to be free from the pain that she was ready to cut her own wrists, but then she saw herself in the mirror. 

The woman in the mirror looked so pitiful and desperate. Tear-stricken face, her wet hair clinging to her damp bare skin, the woman in the mirror begged to be freed. 

Seeing her pitiful reflection, amidst the pain and desperation, Mira felt something new. 

Defiance. Anger. 

She felt defiant towards her own fate. The world already took too much from her, must she also give her life too? Once she did that, she would become truly a loser who lost everything. 

After that, she never tried to take her own life again, until that last moment in the cliff. 

"So? Are you really going to kill yourself?" She quietly said, her gentle voice being carried by the gentle wind. 

Hannah sensed the difference in Mira's voice. So carefully, she turned around to face Mira, her hands tightly grasping the rooftop railings. One wrong move, and she might fall to her death. They were both faintly aware of the crowd on the ground with someone saying something using a megaphone. 

Mira looked into Hannah's eyes.

"Do you think that if you kill yourself, the people who have wronged you will feel regret? That somehow, if you kill yourself, you would be able to have your revenge? Let me tell you this then. You're wrong."

Hannah's hand shook but she didn't say anything. Mira continued. 

"Sure, they might feel something when you die, but after a few days, they will forget you. Wouldn't that be infuriating? You died because of them, but after your death you wont be even remembered for too long. They will move on with their life, with no regards of what happened to you. They will think that whatever happened to you is completely unrelated to them."

"What do you know?" Hannah cried. 

"Of course I know. I've been there once too so I know how you feel. I know how it feels to be isolated from the rest and be criticized for something I didn't do. But hear me okay? You think that its the end for you, but its not. Just like it wasn't for me."

Mira just realized it, but the words she'd been saying is not only for Hannah, but also for herself. In Hannah, she saw herself from the past. Mira wished that there was also someone who could say the same words to her back then, but she was all alone. A tear fell from her eyes but she wiped it. 

Hannah's cold expression started to change. Before she knew it, tears were already streaming down to her face. "It hurts." She sobbed. "It really hurts. They all think in being dramatic, that Im over-acting but it really hurts. I felt like dying everyday."

Depression is no joke. People say that its just depressed people being dramatic, and that if they would just change their mindset, they would no longer be depressed but it doesn't work like that. You cant just stop being depressed because you wanted to. If all those inspirational tips, advices and inspirational books work like magic, there would no longer be depressed people in the world. 

Mira knew that from experience so she told Hannah. "I know. I know it hurts and its okay to acknowledge that you're not okay. But you cant run away like this. You mustn't quit like this."

While talking, Mira was taking step by step towards Hannah. 

Hannah was sobbing now. She quickly said the words that no one bothered to listen to. 

"It wasn't really me. I really didn't do that. Im not the one in the video. But they di-didn't listen to me. Th-they kept pointing on me saying words.. But i really didn't do it. It wasn't really me..." 

Seeing Hannah cry her heart out, Mira's heart broke for her. It wasn't even a whole day yet, but Hannah already collapsed from all the criticism and harsh words pointed at her. 

"I know. I believe you. Kang Jun thinks that its not you too." 

Upon hearing Kang Jun's name, Hannah raised her head.

Mira saw the opportunity. She continued to talk using Kang Jun's name while discreetly taking another step. There were only 3 feet distance between them. 

"That's right. When the teacher announced that we're free, Kang Jun and another of my friends went to look for you to comfort you. You see? There are people who cares about you." Mira pressed on. 

Hannah cried harder when she heard this. 

"So dont do this okay? Even if you feel hopeless today, it doesn't mean that tomorrow would also be hopeless."

Mira took another step and held out her hand.

Hannah stared at Mira's outstretched hand for a minute while crying. Another minute had passed before she moved. 

One of her hand let go of the railings to reach Mira's outstretched hand, her body shifting so she could reach. 

That's when things went wrong.

Mira died because she was stupid enough to trust the people around her. Her reputation, her career, her identity and her... Marriage. All of it disappeared while she was powerless to do anything. At death's door, she swore that if she could restart it all, she would change everything. She wouldnt fall in love with the same man. 

Now given another chance, she vowed that she will get the happiness that she deserves and definitely live a good life. Screw everyone who wronged her in the past! 


[tags: weak to strong FL, school life, friendship, time travel, fantasy]

That day, that promise made between my mother and my adopted parents.... I didn't think much of it. It touched me, what else could I have said. 

I trusted my new guardians deeply, they couldn't  break the promise they had made. Or at least promises aren't supposed to be broken, if so, what are the point of promises? I knew they wouldn't mistreat me.  They couldn't. I knew they would always be nice with me.

However, something they promised my mother was to get me a good job. 

This was easy for them, being doctors themselves, they would have no problems getting me into the hospital and follow them around to take notes. 

Being doctors themselves, it would be no problem to teach me extra. 

Except, I had no dream of becoming a doctor. 

I wasn't interested it knowing which organ does what, what disease existed, cures and blah blah blah. They were simply boring. 

Or maybe being a doctor was too hard for me. I never had the confidence of getting straight 'A s' ever since I was born. The human body was way too big and had too many functions. In addition, the amount of diseases and cures were endless. Who could remember everything about the body unless they were a genius? 

Instead, I wanted to be a writer, a extra-ordinary writer that could write and imagine every plot possible. A writer that could work with in any situation.

My mother was a writer too but her works were all very under-rated. Maybe this was because her books would always be put at the very back of libraries, only the people who especially looks for her book itself finds the book. 

I always wrote small and short stories to show my mother, all of them talked about my dream to be a writer. I was only two that time but seeing my mother sit by the table to write something, I was interested. 

What else could make my mother so concentrated other than me? 

I never found out she wrote books until I grew up and went to the bookstore. 

***

I was looking for a book for my 'World Book Day' celebration at schools when I was 11. World Book Day was a day we had to dress up as a book character! I always wanted to get the thin ,baby books since those characters were easier to dress up as. However, my parents always said I had to get the thick grown up books. 

Not finding any interesting ones at the front, I went all the way to the very back. The very back that barely anyone goes to. I looked at the novel section. A book placed on one of the higher shelves was glowing to me. As if god was telling me to see that book. The world was wishing for me to touch it.

I tip-toed and just reached the tall height, picked it up from the shelf and without even looking at the details and author, I just started to read it. 

It seemed like the book wasn't much popular, after all, it was all the way at the back of the library where barely any books were placed. Only the few unpopular books were here. But I find many underrated books better than popular and best-seller books. 

I think some of those popular books are simply popular because of their authors identities. It's just my opinion though, there are many good books too which deserve the attention. 

I liked this book the most though, it was interesting, it was easy to understand, it was inspirational! 

Everything inside the book, it seemed like what my mother would say. 

Things she would say to her ex, things she would say to me, things she would say to the world and god. 

I wanted to know who had such a mind like my mother's. Who could've had such an intelligent thinking like her. 

I had to look at the author, I needed to see. I turned the book to the cover and read out the author's name which said ," Lucia White". 

That was my mother's name! 

I looked around to see where the computers were and dashed to the nearest ones at the side of the library with the book gripped tightly in my hands. People looked at me, even in mad faces because you aren't supposed to run in a library. It was part of the rules.

I searched up the book, " Just Ordinary". That was the book's name. Many of the search results were about a song, others about a TV series. They weren't the result I was looking for. I got worried because many books that lacked attention didn't get a spot on the internet. I had to try so I scrolled to the very deep bottom to find the book. " I found something!" I thought to myself. I clicked on the link and it brought me to a small website talking about underrated books. I only knew the book I was looking for would be here because it was on the link's name. They had a list of underrated books and I looked for which number the book was placed. 

I found it and read through it swiftly, with my brain trying to read as fast as how my eyes moved.

I wasn't patient to read the entire thing so I just looked at the picture at the side. 

It had my mother's photo, along with her information. 

It was by my mother. 

But I remembered what she always told me. 

She would tell me constantly and endlessly that being a writer was not a respected and professional job. 

It made me sad at that time. 

It was my dream, my goal of life. 

She always disagreed those days without hearing what I wanted to say. 

Now I realised, she was a writer, she knew it on the tip of her fingers. No wonder she always seemed so serious, she knew it first-hand. 

*** 

Anyhow, I still wanted to be a writer, I wanted to show my mother who is in the sky now about how I can write, I want to promote her books after being successful! I want her books to not be in the 'underrated' list but in the 'best sellers' list. At the front of the library and receiving all the attention.

Still, I lived with my new parents, my stiff and strict parents. 

They didn't care even a little pinch whether I wanted to be a doctor, they just wanted me to be one. 

It just Wasn't my dream. 

Either way, I had to listen to them. 

They would take all their old medical books and pile them up in my room at the night when they come back home from tough work at the hospital. They would check whether I did what they anted me to do. According to them, I should have at least read and wrote notes for one book a day, that was what the requirements said. 

After school, I would have a special driver to bring me to a tuition center every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I also had a class at Saturday in the morning, at 6am! Who wanted to wake up at 5am to get ready for a 6am class? 

My adopted parents would literally have to drag me to the class when I was half asleep. After, they would lecture me because they were late for their work! 

I mean, is that my fault?

I didn't want to be a doctor in the first place. They wanted me to, I didn't even get a choice! 

It was always a one to one class, the most boring type of class! I would peek at the other classes. Some classes were empty, especially at the Saturday timing. Normally I always observed another class where there were a few students talking and studying together. 

They were peeking and glancing at each other's notes and shouting while the teacher was also having fun. 

It always distracted me, I wished I could switch lives with them. I would look at their planning board which shows everything they were going to do.

It was always full of fun worksheets and educational games...

Then I would look at mine which was full of tests and books. I felt jealous. I envied them. It wasn't my dream after all, yet I was drowning in work. 

I always wondered, did they ever see my schedule? I wanted them to try mine, then maybe my parents would understand they are giving me too much. 

But I couldn't disagree, I lived off my new parents, they fed me and gave me a place to stay... 

 I knew If I did something wrong, my mother would be seeing me. 

So even though being a doctor isn't my type of dream job, I'm just gonna have to continue living like this...

Snow had always knew that her parents weren’t her real parents. She knew that they just raised her after her mother had passed away on the hospital bed when she was only two. Nevertheless, she still pretended that she didn’t know about the adoption, even if she knew very well. Her adopted parents were doctors from top hospitals and were very serious and strict about not only their jobs but also their entire life. One day in Snow’s  childhood, she was chasing after a fluffy but big dog and bumped into a boy. That boy’s name was Joon Woo. Ever since that day, the two became the bestest of friends who were unseperable. One day, when Snow was just twelve and Joon Woo was sixteen, Joon Woo joined a boy group to be an idol. As he wanted to share the news with his best friend, he failed to. He had a gut feeling that if he did tell her, their friendship will drift away to different worlds. He knew very well that Snow was never comfortable around people who were ‘better’ than her in fear of constantly being compared. He never told her years and she never found out. Even though she noticed their similar features, she always told herself the two people were different. However, Joon Woo started to always act weird. For example, he would try to hide his face when they were out in public and his schedules were always cramped and busy. She always kept her head with the thoughts but whenever he ocasionally comes to her school to study with her, her uneasiness faded and she could only smile. A new transfer comes to the school and he is very handsome, soon he comes to like Snow. Joon Woo being protective, he makes sure that the new transfer student won’t touch her and a love triangle starts to take place.  Meanwhile, all was going well until the day Snow’s parents were involved in a medical incident which made them go to court. All Snow could do was to cry even though she actually knew the truth about the incident and how her parents were innocent but there stood her childhood friend. Joon Woo dragged her to the court to say what she knew before Min Jun could help her and he got the idea. On the other hand, she did but before the court was settled, people had already seen Joon Woo’s face. Facing the rumours and gossip wasn’t easy as Joon Woo told her not to believe them. She wasn’t sure what to believe. She finally concludes that her best friend was hiding things from her. What else did he hide from her? Through all the pressure and stress, Snow fails her exam and was scared to face her parents. She knew that she would be lectured and this time, she didn’t have the courage to face Joon Woo for help and motivation. Not knowing what to do, Snow runs away from home and stays at a small cottage for a year only to chase after a fluffy and big dog that looked like the one that brought her to meet Joon woo. Coincidentally, Snow bumps into the same friend she broke ties with a year ago. As she forgave him for the secret he hid from her , the two get mixed up in each other’s life again and gets even closer this time.

Ryu stared at the life size ancient painting of a king and a queen, clad n in a formal traditional historical attire, hung on the wall in a golden frame before his eyes as he murmured, "A ruler who stood his stand of marrying only one woman. Isn't he impressive? A lot of rulers had many concubines or wives in those times..."
Ryu heard a crispy laugh beside him with comments, "Aren't you proud to be a descendant of a legendary ruler? The great Yao Yuren…"
Ryu was at the Museum where their family ancestors artifacts and collections were displayed. Ryu looked at Liam and said, "Are you proud Bro? By the way thanks a lot for helping Big Bro Shawn in his case. As expected, it's just a piece of cake for you."
"Nah, it's nothing. But I was shocked to find out that I have one more cousin but it's great that the secret was spilled out and we have one more addition to the descendants for the Legendary Yuren Yao." replied Liam with a smile.
Liam Sy, was Ryu's cousin from his mother's side.. He was a well known Lawyer and the best in the league.
After all that happened with Ken Family, they remained quiet for some time and arranged various things discreetly. When Ryu woke up from coma, Arya told him that Liam had helped his brother Shawn and grandfather with the family's legal matters after everything that happened, including the formal announcement of Shawn's identity as a Ken and to legally add him to be a part of the Ken Family. Liam also handled all Shawn's cases and got all judgements in favour, including the ones with his involvement in the underworld, in one swift motion of success.
"Well of course I am proud. Our Yuren was a sage-Prince and had became the Emperor with high morals and intelligence. I'm more like him don't you think? Except I rule inside the courtroom and not a country I guess." Liam boastfully said grinning.
Then his expression changed and became serious when his eyes shifted at the woman beside Emperor Yao Yuren and said, "Empress Wei Xianyi though is very lucky to find a loyal husband like him. These days, it is rare to find a loyal partner I guess..."
"Are you still such a woman hater? For goodness sake Liam… Stop sulking. Life is short so better live it to the fullest dear cousin," Ryu exclaimed with a tap on Liam's shoulder.
"You did hate your wife once too right?" Liam mumbled. Ryu chuckled and said, "Well, that was why it is said that there's a very thin line between hate and love, Liam, and at the end people will always choose to be on the side where there is love on that line because love always overpowers hate. Even me, as soon as I saw Arya again, the love in my heart conquered all my hate and I am happily married with Arya waiting for our child to be born."
Liam's face crumpled as he complained, "Oh no! You lovestruck people! You are all the same. Sorry but I'm happy and contented with my life alone. Why would I need complications in my life? No thanks Bro! I'll go ahead before I vomit hearing lovestruck quotes from you…"
Liam's words made Ryu burst out in laughter. "Hmm, alright you take care and I will wait for the day when I will see you eat those words of yours Liam!" he shouted at Liam's back still laughing while the latter ignored him and raised his hand to back wave goodbye.
He smiled ear to ear seeing Arya, walking towards him with her big stomach supported by her one hand. "Let's go love?" he said smiling and Arya nodded. "What is that series again he has been doing, that Author?" asked Ryu as his eyes shifted at the man who approached Arya, about the interview he was doing.
The man who introduced himself as Gavin Wu recognized Arya Tan who made a big name in the entertainment industry as a newcomer and with a quite impressive story which she had announced to the whole world live.... 
Ryu recognized the man who was the news anchor at Cooper Network and also the Author of the bestseller inspirational books worldwide. 
"He is doing a romance book for the first time. It's a "Hate & Love Series" he said. He will write our story and have it titled The CEO Who Hates Me." Arya laughed as she added, "I suggested that title love. Haha Don't you like it?"
"Ouch.." Arya suddenly cried out as she held her stomach.
Ryu's eyes widened as worry crossed his face, "What is it love?"
"The baby… I think it's time, he wants to come out already…" Arya murmured panting. Ryu moved quickly and rushed her at Yang Hospital…
At the Ken Mansion, Old Master Ken who received Ryu's call was too excited as he shouted at Butler Omni, "Faster you Old Maid. I'm too excited to see my great grandson. Ryu said that Arya had a normal and safe delivery. Why are you moving so slow! Let's go!"
"I'm coming Master!" Butler Omni answered as he scratched his head and ran outside the main door of the Ken Mansion where Oldr Master Ken was already waiting...
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Hello My Dear Supportive and Lovely Readers,
Finally, this book (1st series) was completed and I am so grateful that all of you stayed with me until the end.
From the bottom of my heart, I would like to say my deepest gratitude and appreciation. Thank You so much for adding and reading this book.
Please continue to support this Author and check-out my other works for 'Hate & Love Series' as follows: note: every novel is a stand alone story/novel so you don't have to read it in sequence or read the other to understand each book...
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2.) The Doctor Who Loves Me
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“He knew he should not go easy on her, but his heart was challenging his mind…”

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Arya Tan, a beautiful, young, wannabe actress, made a deal to make him fall in love with her, only to leave him heartbroken and devastated in order to save her loved ones' lives. Would she be able to escape his wrath or her vow to herself to repay the debt of love that she owed to him? How she counted each day in self guilt until they met again.

Ryu Ken, a ruthless CEO, who never gave a second glance to any woman how-much-ever beautiful she was, gave his heart to this woman.

But despite his warnings, she broke his heart and left him broken and lonely. He then vowed to find her and punish her as brutally as he could. But could he really punish her when deep in his heart it was still her he longed for? Where would his search for her lead him to, and how many enemies he would have to topple to get what he wanted?

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"Leaving already? You seem to be in such a rush to talk to me. Why don't you spill it out now?"

Stunned, Arya wondered if she was hallucinating. The voice was very familiar. 

She felt the man's arm encircled her waist while she was abruptly pulled towards him.

He then leaned forward and scornfully whispered into her ear, "Aren't you here to negotiate? I was hoping you had a better offer."

Arya frowned and abruptly pushed the man, attempting to get away from him. Instead, she was pushed back until she could feel her back pinned against the wall.

She tilted her head to look up at the rude man and was left with open-mouthed looking at a familiar face.

She was shocked but mumbled, "Ryu?"

Ryu smirked and stared at Arya's slightly opened lips and said, "Did you miss me? How about this?"

Before Arya can utter another word, Ryu captured her lips abruptly and kissed her roughly.

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P.S. My Other Hate & Love Series (Standalone book):

The CEO Who Hates Me (completed)
The General Who Hates Me (completed)
The Doctor Who LOVES Me (completed)
Loving A Heartless Lawyer (in writing)

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It was commonly recognized that sorcerers who cultivated skills using elements were the strongest branch in the sorcery system in the sorcerer civilization. However, it didn't mean that these sorcerers possessed overwhelming power over others. They had created a comprehensive and systematic demarcation of sorceries and energy levels, and sorcerers of different levels had capabilities corresponding to their particular grade. This dynamic system worked to generate a power strong enough to change the world.
As for sorcerers belonging to systems other than elements exploitation or for the creatures on the Foreign Land, a standard grading system of sorceries hadn't formed. They took element sorcerer's ability ranking as an object of reference and thus defined their level of power.
For example, at the Krakatoa Harbor, Grimm had met a level four star denizen through the Dark Wells, which came from the Foreign Land. Yet its actual power only equaled to that of a level two sorcerer. There was no watershed dividing two adjacent levels of sorceries.
For the following half year, Grimm stayed at Sorcerer Peranos's laboratory.
During this period, Grimm devoted most of his time absorbing the knowledge of intoxication sorcery—getting poisoned by the stone, and then letting the lymph parasite do its work of detoxification, thus improving his constitution.
Besides, he also worked on element sorcery and had made a considerable progress. Based on the current advancement speed, he believed that he could upgrade the Fire Bird Matrix to the Fire Bat Matrix, and the power would be levered up to ten times of its original raw power, a one point rise.
Apart from the Fire Bird sorcery, Grimm also devoted to the activation of elements, but he was lacking in a motivator. Different sorcerers needed different stimulators because they had different physical qualities, thought patterns, inspirational moments and special opportunities. Occasions like this occurred. For example, the six-star Matrix in a sorcerer's soul had 1024 signs and symbols, yet they had their differences.
When an element creature was successfully summoned by a sorcerer, then this element would be activated. In the Gory Test, Grimm saw a mouse belonging to Belle and a bear which was the property of a girl. They were both element animals. One thing that was missing for Grimm to have an element animal was a stimulator.
Another important thing Grimm did concerned the rare fire element. Grimm had extracted that fire element from the crystal ball he had obtained from the third mirror drop place. The process was difficult because the element was separated from the split souls in the crystal ball. Now he desired to put this element into his already existing basic Element Matrix, taking place of some minor non-essential symbol or sign while at the same time keeping its power in levering up sorceries. However, there was a barrier hindering further progress. The Element Matrix objected this new, rare element. But Grimm was confident that, within half a year, he would succeed in completing the new matrix, and at that time, Grimm would could produce fire that wouldn't be extinguished and that could compare to Brianna's golden eye.
Grimm was alone with the cat in the laboratory. Peranos had gone to the Holy Tower of Seven Rings and would be back in months. Grimm had asked him to get some living "humans" for his experiment.
By experimenting with living subjects, Grimm was confident that he could make breakthroughs in studying the mystery of Life code, an area of study belonging to him and only him.
'Maybe Dickens has got the fancy microscope for me.' Grimm thought. 'Lefay and I haven' t met for like a million years.'
Recalling Lefay, Grimm's heart quickened. At the time, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
It was a tidy girl with a lunchbox. She was tanned, sporty and sexy.
"It's yours, Grimm." With a brilliant smile, the girl held up the lunchbox to Grimm's chest and looked at him eagerly.
Grimm hurried to accept it, saying, "It smells great! Thank you!"
"Of course it smells great! But why are you keeping such a distance from me? Don't you think I'm sexy?" A blush suffused Grimm's cheeks on hearing these words.
The girl skipped towards Grimm and the next second, she laid her hand around Grimm's neck and pulled him to her chest.
"No!" Grimm pushed her away and said, "I have a girlfriend."
"I know. So what? Don't you want something more exciting? That lovely girlfriend of yours won't know." The girl tantalized, and put her hand back on Grimm's shoulder.
"Unless I wanna be dead. Lefay would kill me."
The girl was Liona, a student who came to Black Isotta earlier than Grimm. She delivered food to the 79th floor of the Black Tower. The reason she did that was because she could, as a result, acquire 20 magic stones every month and could visit Peranos's personal library for free.
On the Sorcerer Continent, knowledge had to be bought with magic stones, unless it was given by one's mentor or was researched and studied by himself/herself. It was their respect for knowledge, and in this way, knowledge would be cherished.
Grimm left her and headed to the Black Tower.
Grimm had a random chat with Varro for a while, and then he went to Dickens, who led him to his private warehouse.
"Look! This is the microscope you ordered. I bought it in the Holy Tower of Seven Rings. It belonged to a top level sorcerer. I bought it with 20,000 magic stones. And these are your share of profits for the Love Vials for the past half year. The 20,000 has been deducted from it." Dickens handed a bag of stones to Grimm.
Grimm walked straightly to the microscope, and tried it.
Grimm seemed unsatisfied with it. He frowned. "Is it the best microscope in the Holy Tower?"
"What? Is this still not good enough? Then I guess we'll have to resort to the Holy Tower of Sky-City." Dickens was so surprised that he opened his small eyes widely.
In fact, this microscope was merely a little bit advanced than the one Grimm owned now. Considering the current situation, Grimm might have to rely on the Gadflies for further study of the Life Code.
Grimm then left the Black Tower for his dormitory. He tried to contact Lefay through his crystal ball but failed. Attempts at trying to reach Chris and Robinson also failed. The crystal ball couldn't even detect their rough positions.
"Where have they gone? They must not be in the academy!" Grimm wondered.
Being a little disappointed, Grimm walked to the academy's library for a possible answer to the Life Code. It was different from Peranos' library. Books in Peranos' library were collected and arranged according to his personal hobbies, while in here, books were stored systematically.
"Books might give me some ideas to verify my hypotheses about the Life Code."


"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!"
...
Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

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