“I said,  go" I warn her. She scoffed and cursed in Russian under her breath. But made her way to the door. 
"It was nice meeting you" she addressed Maya who I think passed out. 

I walked to the pole and started untying her hands. I did it slowly so I wouldn't hurt her already bleeding fingers. She is going to be in a lot of pain tomorrow. 

I caught her before she fell and her face contracted in pain. My suit had blood on it as well, not that I cared. I carried her against my chest looking at her face. Her hair was a different kind of red. God I fucked up big time, she will definitely kill me. I walked with her in my arms out of the basement. 

"Oh god" I hear, I walked in to the living room. It was filled with Aria and some of her friends, also Enzo and Alessio, who was shaking his head at me when he saw Maya. 

"Who is she" I hear the girls whispering

"Call the doctor" I tell them carrying her upstairs to my room.


I sat at the corner of my room with a drink in my hand. With a clean fresh suit. I stared at her unmoving body on my bed, she looks so small on it. The doctor came and checked her body, she had bruised all over her body, a small concussion and her ribs were bruised. Veronica might have went over board this time. He cleaned her cuts and left a ton of medicine she has to take for the pain. He also attached a drip to her cause she was dehydrated. 

I cleaned her with wet towels and changed her filthy clothes. I was so thankful she didn't wake up, I didn't know how she would react to me seeing her naked. I noticed small cuts and scars on her upper thigh. She also had old ligature marks on her wrists. Something happened to her and I was going to find out what. 

I put her in one of my shirt and let her sleep. I had to chance into a new suit, my other one was covered in her blood. And I was meant to be at a party very soon. I had to make sure every gun and anything that can be used as a weapon was taking out of my room, I don't want her hurting anyone or me. And I know when she wakes up, she is going to want to kill me. I don't know what to do with her now and I couldn't let her go, she's seen too much.


CIA agent Maya Reed is undercover in a mission In Italy, for the past 3 months. When her partner gets killed and all hell breaks loose. She gets kidnapped by the most power Mafia boss in Italy. She tries to escape still having faith that the Americans are looking for her. Not knowing they think she died.


Two years ago, Leonardo Lastra father's Matteo was killed by an American CIA agent. For two years he has been planning his revenge on the Americans. One faithful night, two CIA agents walks into his club. His time for revenge was here.

At least ten minutes already passed by, and not a single person in the truck said a word. Sure enough, the atmosphere inside the cabin was getting heavier, and so did the three people at the back. Once in a while, I took a peek at the rearview mirror, and saw them standing still, each with a very tense look on their face. The strange thing was, it was almost as if they were also watching us very carefully.
Not long after that, Jonathan sped up the truck for quite some time to the speed of 160 km/h, and he suddenly stopped the truck with a handbrake. All the three people behind were obviously not aware of Jonathan's action, as they all hit the rear window right after he pulled the brake. Luckily, they did not seem to be seriously injured because of the impact.
Both me and Ryan watched him confusedly, but he just stared the road ahead sharply and then ordered us to get out from the truck.
"You two," he said with a low voice, "get out."
"What? But-" replied Ryan confused.
"Trust… me…" cut Jonathan as he looked to Ryan and then to me.
I had no idea why he told us to get out from the truck, but I had a gut feeling that Jonathan was sensing a near threat, so I pulled Ryan's arm to get out from the truck together with me.
Right after both of us went out the truck and closed the door, Jonathan also did the same.
"Hey, you guys okay?" asked Jonathan to the three people on the back of the truck. "I hope you guys did not get hurt much from the impact just now."
"What the hell were you thinking?!" the young man from the three people yelled.
"I guess I was kind of dizzy from driving the long road..." Jonathan replied with a couple of gentle knock on the right door.
And then, it made me realized that the knocks were the signal he mentioned earlier. I pulled Ryan slowly, and it only took a brief moment for him to realize what was going on. He slowly began to crawl down towards the front of the truck while bringing Jonathan's rifle on both of his hands.
"I have an idea..." Ryan said quietly as he started to crawl, "but you will have to pretend like you do not know anything at all about it."
I only nod in response to his move, as he continued to crawl again.
As I watched Ryan briefly, I felt a brief dazzling metallic shine in my right eye. At first I tried to ignore it as I assumed that it was only the reaction of my exhausted eyes. However, when I tried to look at the direction of the three strangers, I felt the same shine again and for a moment, I realized that it was most likely came from a booby trap set on the road, possibly caltrops or nail booby traps.  It was also at that moment that I became aware of what Jonathan was doing.
Jonathan must have experienced the same thing when he was driving the truck, on a high speed, and pulled the handbrake immediately right after he felt the dazzling shine. Hence, he told us to get out of the truck, and to trust him that something was not right. I was impressed by his vision ability, but then again he was an officer of the Air Force.
Judging by how far it had gone, Jonathan was probably assuming that the three strangers were the ones who set up the trap, and was trying to force other vehicles to run through the traps so that they could rob everyone inside the unlucky vehicles.
By the time I had grasped completely what was going on, the situation between Jonathan and the three strangers was already tense, as the young male stranger kept on yelling to Jonathan, who replied him calmly.
"You bled both me and my mom's nose, and you will not even apologize?!" yelled the young stranger as he held his nose.
"Well… I thought you would understand that I was exhausted as I have traveled so far up until this point." replied Jonathan calmly.
"You-" the young stranger was about to say something, but Jonathan immediately cut his sentence,
"In that case, do you want to replace me as the driver instead? We are willing to switch places if you guys want to…" Jonathan said right after he cut off the young stranger's sentence.
"Yeah well news flash, big guy! I cannot drive truck! None of us can!" the young stranger yelled to him, again, as if he was triggered by what Jonathan had just said.
"Yeah, sure you can." replied Jonathan. "Otherwise, you guys would not be able to position those three vehicles in such a neat line."
All of the three strangers gave a surprised expression from what Jonathan said to them.
"Or rather is it because you guys also expect to face another impact on the road up ahead?" he continued, tauntingly.
'That's the signal.' I thought to myself. I was also very sure that Ryan clearly heard what Jonathan just said.
"Alright," the young stranger responded, holding up his handgun towards Jonathan, "stay away from the truck!" he continued, yelling.
One other stranger, the middle-aged woman also pointed her handgun towards me. The other stranger, the young woman pulled out a pocket knife from her pocket and leaned closer slowly towards Jonathan.
"Heh, at least we do not have to use that last set of caltrops ahead." scoffed the young male stranger.
"No. You will not." replied Jonathan. "Because it looks like you are going to face the impact right here."
Right after he said the word, I immediately grabbed the door handle and opened it fast. The middle-aged woman shot her handgun continuously, but it did not hit me as the door shielded me from the fired rounds.
The young couple were distracted by our actions, and Jonathan responded by moving forward very quickly, grabbing the young woman's hand hard, thus forcing her to drop her folding knife to the ground. The young male stranger pointed his handgun towards Jonathan, trying to force Jonathan to let the young woman go.
"Freeze! Let her go!" yelled the young stranger.
For a moment, I was confused on how to help Jonathan as I too was being held by the middle-aged woman. I also sensed her nearing me slowly as she stopped firing. It was at this time that I was wondering where Ryan had gone to because he was not in front of the truck.
Suddenly, the young male stranger got himself grabbed by someone on one of his leg from below the truck, dropping his body to the ground with a clattering sound. It seemed that he also dropped his handgun when he was falling as Jonathan immediately followed by pushing the young woman back which made her fall to the ground, took up the folding knife and held it against the young male stranger. Ryan than emerged from below the truck, revealing that it was him who grabbed the young stranger's leg. This action made the middle-aged woman distracted briefly, and I used that opening for me to fend her off from me.
I got off from in front of the door, and rushed to her direction as she managed to fire a round. Luckily it did not hit me as I already held her handgun away from me, but my left ear was ringing as the round was fired close to my left ear. It did not take me long to snatch the handgun away from her hands, and thus freeing me off from my nearby threat. I decided not to point the handgun towards her, as I was sure that she would not be of any threat without her weapon.
I took a brief look at the handgun, which was different from my handgun that was broken by the tall slender creature back in the sewers. The broken handgun in the sewers was a Berretta M92F, and the current handgun in my hand was a Heckler & Koch USP. Although of different models, the two shared the same bullet capacity of 15 rounds.
The middle-aged woman began to walk slowly towards the young couple while also looking at me. As she finally gathered together with the young couple, I noticed that the young man's handgun which was now held by Ryan, was also the same as the one in my hand.
"Where did you guys find this handgun?" I asked, curiously.
None of them seemed to be willing to answer, as none of them were looking straight at me. Jonathan folded his hands, and Ryan holsters the handgun inside his pants pocket with his left hand.
"This handgun is not the standard issue sidearm for any of the official military branches, nor it is for the Chicago Police Department." I said, trying to make them understand. "So, I will ask you all again. Where did you guys find this gun?"
"A house with a basement." The young woman replied.
All three of us – me, Jonathan, and Ryan looked at her direction. I leaned towards her to ask her other questions.
"Okay. Where is this house with a basement?" I asked her.
"We do not remember the exact location, but the house complex is right in front of a small Italian beef sandwich restaurant." She replied.
"Is it the one near the Chicago Fire Department?" Jonathan responded.
"Yes. And there is also a Catholic Church not far from the fire department." The young woman responded. "But there was nothing left there. If you think that you may find something for self-defense, then forget it. We barely found anything there either when we struggled to find any weapons there and in the police department. Even worse, survivors kill each other to survive" she continued.
"Huh… why am I not surprised about it…" Jonathan smirked.
Suddenly, the young man made a sudden move towards Ryan, snatching the handgun from him and pointed his gun toward us. The middle-aged woman followed by taking the handgun away from my hand, and pointed it towards me.
"Okay. Enough of the small talk, we are taking the truck, now!" yelled the young man.
"Hey, cannot we just… let them go, this time?" pleaded the young woman.
The young man, responded by firing his handgun straight towards her chest twice, dropping her to the ground.
"Wha-?! How could you?!" surprised Ryan.
"When I said enough, it means enough." said the young man as he almost reached the truck door handle. "Or would you rather also fall, like how you made me did earlier?!" he continued.
As the conversation had just finished, I felt a sudden quake on the ground, and then a bright purple light beam stroke down from the dark sky directly towards the truck, blowing it up instantly together with the young man and the middle-aged woman, and sending us three flying back.
All I heard as I tried my best to get back on my feet was nothing but intense ringing on my ears. I could see Ryan trying to reach the young woman, only to realize that she was already lifeless.
Fortunately, it did not take long for my hearing to come to.
"So much for the hold ups…" sigh Jonathan who was already standing behind Ryan, who was mourning for the young woman.
I was expecting that some kind of a large flying object to be present above us, but it was too hard to make sure through the darkness that enveloped the road. As such, I believed that the best move was to exit the highway and to proceed to Chicago Fire Department.
"No kidding! We have to get off from the highway, now!" I shouted, as both of them followed me entering a nearby street which was about 300 feet away from us.

The year was 2032, and 21-years-old Ensign Travis Burners of the U.S. Navy received the order to transfer his stations to Chicago Military Academy Base after he had just received an award for his recent services. For him, it would be just like going back to his birth town and home town. But he would never expect to witness the complete chaos there as unknown creatures from the sky suddenly invaded in the middle of his first night in Chicago. Before he realized it, the situation of his home town had turned into what could be described as an apocalypse. As he ventured himself deeper into what was left in the city, he became more and more uncertain if he could survive the ordeal, even together with 1st Lieutenant Jonathan Xavier of the U.S. Air Force and the newly-joined U.S. Army cadet Ryan Ming. Did they make it? Did they eventually escape the city, retaliate the invaders, or rather succumb to the ordeal?

It had been a hectic September for both Fred and Stella. They both had been out of their home and country more than either of them wanted to be. However, the nature of their work kept them apart. When Stella was in Chicago, Fred was in Paris. When Stella was in Birmingham, Fred was in Hawaii. At the end of September however, Stella looked forward to spending Fred's birthday quietly with their friends. That did not happen. 
Three days before Fred's birthday, Stella went shopping for her husband/roommate. She knew that he was not a fan of fashion labels and only wore designs that Rupert provided. So instead of telling people where she was going, she went shopping at Gucci. That way no one could tell Fred that she was getting him a gift and she would actually be allowed to pay for something. It had been years since Stella spent any money of her own other than for transportation. Ever since she had moved in with Fred, he had been the provider. In the beginning, she had argued that they were flatmates and should share expenses. Needless to say, she lost the argument. Fred was apparently prepared for her protest with spreadsheets regarding her career growth and financial stability. The thought that Fred could prepare everything beforehand only awed Stella more who was just warming up to her infatuation of the older guy.
Over the years she had gotten used to a different level of organization and neatness. Fred inside the home was as much a control freak as he was casual outside. Probably that was because most of his friends were keen on neatness and organization and he never needed to tell them how he liked things. Stella, however, used to be a slob back then. Fred never complained. He silently cleaned up. Stella learnt a lot by watching him.
When you live with someone for five years you learn a lot about them. Stella knew his favourite food was a Thai soup as opposed to the Italian food she liked. She also knew that Fred cooked Italian only because she liked Italian, even though he had to work in the gym for hours to get the calories off him. Fred was already a big man. But his body was mostly muscles. He could give any bodybuilder a run for their money, even at the ripe age of forty-four. Stella, on the other hand, was always thin. Stella knew Fred's favourite colour was blue and favourite flower were lilies. She also knew that Fred knew more about her than she knew about him. He knew her better than herself sometimes and in those moments he scared her with his compassion and consideration. What Stella also knew about Fred was that he never celebrated his birthday unless he was forced to and she was ready and eager to force him. 
When her phone rang and she saw Fred's number flash on her phone she smiled to herself before picking it up on the third ring. 
"I would think you would be much more eager to pick up the call," the voice that greeted her was not the one that she expected or desired to hear. 
"What are you doing with Mr Bartoli's phone?" she asked the arrogant voice that greeted her. 
"Just letting you know that he already broke his rule of never getting involved with his employees. We are enjoying an extended honeymoon in Hawaii. He told me to inform you that he won't be going back as scheduled". 
The grip Stella had on the steering wheel was fierce. Her knuckles were white but Stella tried to maintain her composure as she spoke the next words. "I am really sorry for you, Reagan. Being a notch in my room mate's belt was not how I envisioned you. I thought you were much more than one of the sluts trying to jump into his bed." Stella gritted out.
"Tell that to yourself when I have his ring on my finger and you are told to vacate the spare room for the sake of our children," Reagan quipped. 
"You see Reagan, there is one thing you have got wrong. I don't stay in the spare room. I sleep on my husband's bed," Stella said cutting the line as a sob choked her voice. Stella blinked her eyes to clear the tears but when she opened her eyes the sight that greeted her scared her out of her wits. An AV van had lost control on the street ahead and was headed right towards her car. But it was so close she had no idea if she could avoid the collision. Before she could react the van hit the side of her car which skidded away in another direction, got topples and hit against the trunk of a nearby tree. The last thing Stella registered before everything blacked out was the sound of the glass shattering and the car making a loud thumping noise. The airbag had not deployed and she had hit her head against the dashboard, making blood flow freely down her face. 

***
"That bitch", spewed Reagan on the phone which only beeped back towards her. It was that moment that Fred decided to step into the hotel lobby. 

"Who were you talking to? I asked you to enter Ramirez's number on my phone," Fred reminded her. 

"Oh, I have. I was just talking to his secretary. She is quite high and mighty. I wouldn't call her a bitch on her face though," Reagan purred batting her eyelashes for effect. 

"The last time I checked Ramirez's secretary was named Matthew Staines and he is a well spoken and polite man who had accompanied us to dinner. It was before you joined and I do not have any report of his leaving the company because I had personally given him a good offer that he turned down. Now, will you hand me the phone so that I can check who you were calling from my number?" 

Reagan did not get the time to delete the call logs before the phone was snatched from her hand. 

"Why were you calling Ms Wilson?" Fred asked trying to call her back, his call going repeatedly to her voicemail. "What the hell did you tell her, Ms Adams?" Fred asked after reaching her voicemail for the fifteenth time. They had already reached the airport and were on their way back. 

ALL PERSONS ARE REQUESTED TO TURN OF THEIR PHONES AND ELECTRONIC DEVICES FOR taking OFF, the loudspeaker blared. 

Fred reluctantly put down his phone, choosing to concentrate on the woman before her. "Is there a reason why Ms Wilson is not taking my calls?" he asked her again. 

"Maybe she is ashamed of what she told me," Reagan suggested. 

"And what would that be?" Fred asked in a deathly calm. If he knew Stella as he did, he knew that she never regretted or felt ashamed of anything. She had a level head and oozing confidence. 

"She tried to insinuate that she was more than your tenant. She tried to claim to be your wife," Reagan spat out the last word, disgust evident in her tone. 

"She wasn't insinuating anything. She was merely stating facts. We are in fact married," Fred said as matter-of-factly as he could. He had a pretty good idea why Ms Adams would be interested in his arrangements with Stella. She wouldn't be the first of his employees to try their wiles on him. Having Jenny always protected him from dealing with these himself. He garnered that as soon as the flight landed in New York he would be signing Ms Adam's termination notice. What stumped him however was that, why would Stella reveal to her the true nature of their relationship when their closest friends were not privy to that knowledge.

Fred and Stella are the best of friends. It doesn't matter if he is twice her age. It doesn't matter that Fred is drawn towards Stella as if moth to a flame. They started off as friends when their respective best friends decided to get married. They have been friends for over five years and yet they haven't addressed their attraction to one another. Fred had baggage from his past that prevents him while Stella has insecurities. 

Enter Reagan Adams, a twenty-three-year-old business graduate that does not conceal her agenda to seduce Frederick Bartoli. The fact that she is his personal assistant makes the task very easy. The only obstacle in her path is the strawberry blonde that Frederick never seems to have enough off. 

Will Stella be able to overcome her insecurities and confess her feelings for her best friend or will Reagan succeed in seducing her way into a successful business empire? Keep reading to discover her Unspoken Commitments.

Zata is the world's best dribble.

 In the predecessors Ronaldo and Messi, he is considered the world's best crack with Kaka.

 Robinho.

 The 24-year-old is from Sao Paulo Santos FC. His full career began in 2005 when he moved to Real Madrid.

 Hovenue inherited Doug's No. 10 at the time and attracted tremendous expectations, which he met with 14 goals in his first season league.

 It was not called Pele's native.

 However, Capello was unable to show his skills as he was appointed, and he wanted to go away.

 But as far as Perez, who loves the Brazilian connection, Hovenue was still a real asset.

 Perez was particularly fond of Robin's youthful and brilliant on-the-ball play, and he asked Schuster to actively use it.

 As a result, Hovenue succeeded in regaining the form, which led his country Brazil to Copa America's championship and, at the same time, helped Real Madrid win the league.

 With the infinite trust of President Perez and Schuster, it seemed like a legend for Real Madrid.

 But recently he has a problem.

 Schuster's affection for Hovenue has recently withered.

 It was due to Woo Ho-young who showed off his presence while participating in the first group training.

 'Are you sure.'

 Hovinho was convinced that he had taken over the trust of the director all the time.

 Woo-young is threatening his place.

 That's why he came to see Schuster on this ambitious night.

 "Director.  I don't want to run on the side.  But why did you use me as a winger in the second half? "

 Hovinho's main position was inside forward.

 It was far from a side winger deployed in the second half today.

 "So is that a complaint?"

 "Yeah.  Isn't it the reason that sent me to the side? "

 That was correct.

 But Schuster didn't like it right now.

 He was known as a loving director, but he was a fierce and capricious man.

 He always liked to change tactics and strongly demanded his own style.

 But expressing dissatisfaction with such a person was like challenging the authority of the bishop.

 Schuster, who accepted this situation so much, wanted to be sure.

 "Hovenue.  Don't be like a kid  What if you're right?  Would you do a sabotage? "

 "If the director neglects me, I'll have to neglect."

 "I have never neglected you."

 "Then please use me inside forward again."

 "I understand what it means, stop entering."

 "Please give me a confirmation now."

 "That's what I'm going to do, wouldn't you be able to tell?"

 As soon as Hovinho's face distorted, Schuster lowered his voice.

 "Hovenue, you're still my best card.  So don't worry, go to the club bar and relax.  Or sleep early.  I have to leave for Chicago tomorrow. "

 "good.  But Woo Ho-young won't stay quiet if he takes my realm. "

 Robinho left the room at the end.

 It's hard to say if you're an average player, but if you've been to Perez's favorite body, it's enough.

 "Hou."

 Finally, Schuster sighed.

 I did not sleep to deepen the night.

 'This guy's political quality.'

 I was very sick.

 It's no different from a football club, as it is said that politics will happen where more than three people gather.

 Even if he won the league, he was often driven out of the team because of his politics.

 Bernd Schuster.

 He was feeling that now.

 'Hobinyu ···.'

 He was threatening himself in secret.

 Ever since his career, Schuster, who had been plagued with all sorts of politics, certainly felt.

 'You're angry.'

 Schuster thinks Robinho is spoiled.

 If you're not noticed, or if you force a sacrificial play, you immediately get dissatisfied.

 Like an elementary school student, the mentality was not mature.

 If he went in the middle, he would not have ended the goal, but Hovenue was a glass mental.

 That's why Schuster doesn't welcome Brazilians.

 This happened last year.

 Hoveinho had a night party at a nightclub with Baptista and Ronaldinho, where it was reported in the media that he enjoyed night-life entertainment by ordering large quantities of condoms.

 Hovenue denied the fact and explained it as a condom given by friends, but there was a further problem.

 Drinking all night, he was absent from weekend training and competitions.

 Strict personality was unacceptable to Schuster.

 What endured then was now about to burst.

 It was Schuster who loved Robin's play more than anyone else, so he wanted to live with him forever, but Hovinho crossed the line.

 So Woo-young became more interested.

 Looking at Hovenue, I can now see how remarkable Hoyoung was, just 15 years old.

 Professionalism.

 It was a natural inclination, not an easy fix.

 In other words, if it was talent, it was talent.

 Moreover, since today's game, interest in booming has skyrocketed.

 A long time ago, Schuster had a preconceived notion of Asians, but there was one Asian who eliminated it.

 Woo Woo-young became the second player today.

 Is that so?

 Already expected next season.

 Like the magic of Barcelona's Messi, Woo Young could work a miracle, as much as the director was not as excited.

 Suster, who had a pen, was wearing W.

 Two days later, he was the starter of the match against the Sicacofire SC.

 next day.

 Squad left Seattle and moved to Chicago, Illinois.

 In the morning, the organizer of the tour was Adidas' fan signing event, and in the afternoon, we arrived at Wrigley Field to watch the MLB games between the Chicago Cubs and Houston.

 With the hospitality of the Cubs owner Chicago Tribune, they were able to watch the game in the best possible environment.

 At the end of the game, Raúl González made a friendly relationship with the club's starter Carlos Marmol.

 The next day the players were given free time.

 Zinedine Zidane acted as a guardian of Ho-young to visit Chicago's famous Gino's East pizza restaurant.

 Real Madrid's official photographer Simon followed their paparazzi and took photos for their fans, and the day's photos were posted on the official website of Real Madrid.

 This is the content of the column with photos attached.

 Zidane and Woo-young challenge to make authentic Chicago pizza!

 Both famous for their priesthood, the two Blancos challenged for a pizza-making event at Chicago's famous "Ginos East Pizza Restaurant".

 They made an authentic Chicago pizza, Deep dish pizza, which managed to bake delicious pizza and was praised by the restaurant owner.

 Especially as a priest, Zidane's appearance of taking Woo-young all the time while making pizza was excellent (he was bitter and threatened by giving him a pizza).

 For reference, because Zidane couldn't make pizza too much, Woo-young helped him and managed to make a good pizza.

 A good foot technique does not seem to be a good hand technique.

 * The picture above shows Woo Ho-young playing pranks with the sagging cheese hanging over Zidane's neck.

 The column was scrapped into a Korean heavy rain fan cafe and shortly thereafter it spread to various online community sites.

 Nuri's reaction was not even uproar.

 [Lol ㅋㅋ ㅋㅋㅋ combination is crazy]

 └ It's a joke with Zidane.

 └ You have such a naughty face to Ho-young.

 └Ho0 Forever ♥♥♥

 └ I hope you come to Korea soon.  I bought a soccer ticket for the first time in my life.

 └ I'm in a hurry and I'm just watching tea packs

 └ Welcome to Keyboard Warrior

 Explosive reaction.

 But it was new feet blood.

 The next day, 9 days 1:00 pm.

 Ahead of the Chicago Fire SC game, there were a lot of waves when Real Madrid's starting lineup was announced early.

 This is because Ho-young's name was listed on the selection list.

 With this in mind, a lot of comments have been drawn on Woo's current position in the team.

 [It feels cheap.  Isn't it going to be a simple backup resource for next season?  Then ...

 [No way die freezing.  I'm trying to give prospects a chance in preseason.  No fuss.]

 Both were correct.

 Indeed, Schuster's mind contained both ideas.

 Expedition team manager at Soldier Field, home of the Chicago Bears.

 Schuster, who has not yet confirmed the detailed tactics, was contemplating.

 'Hobinyu and Woo Ho Young are hard to coexist.'

 Then the answer is one.

 Schuster reconfirmed the starting list and was thinking.

 It was like a killer.

 More surprised than anyone was Ho-young.

 When he saw it in the locker room, he couldn't help but doubt his eyes after seeing the list.

 The eyes rolled up, and the convex protruding neck milk jumped up and down.

 Goalkeeper-Codina (26)

 Defender- Roberto Carlos (35), Pepe (25), Sergio Diaz (23), Miguel Torres (22)

 Midfielder-Mamadu Diarra (27), Thevar (22), Cayehon (21), Woo Young (14), Zinedine Zidane (36, 4)

 Striker-Hovinho (24)

 'Attack midfielder ······'

 4-2-3-1 central attack midfielder who needs to lead the attack.

 Last season, Guttina Zidane took over, making it one of the most important tactical positions.

 However, to send himself out in such a position meant that he wanted to use the member as a main shaft member, not just for soldering.

 In other words, whether you're going to be the main character on the stage, or just playing the role, it's going to be a big win in today's game.

 There was one thing that bothered me.

 'Hobinyu won the top?'

 It was certainly strange that one-top striker was placed in the strong forward side.

 'Is it going to be the main axis, or do you want to push the hovenue?'

 Schuster hasn't talked about it yet.

 'You don't speak, won.'

 Only one thing is confirmed.

 'I try to die.'

 It might be an unofficial game for somebody, but not much for Ho Young.

 The future for the next season was up.

 So I had to do well.

 There were many things that the director had not yet shown.

 Like the soccer emperor's goal determination.

 I was so excited to show you my heel.

 And after a while.

 Passing an unusually short passage to the ground, 60,000 spectators cheered.

 In the meantime, someone glanced at Hoyoung.

 It was not the players of the Chicago Fire SC, but of the Avenue.

 With the eyes to eat you in today's game.

 'This feeling, long time no see.'

 The same day he played training with the same team as Ronald Emperor Ronaldo.

 At that time, the feeling was just as it is now.

 It became the fire fighter to make Ho Young ignite his desire to win.

 I understood why Schuster had not given any instructions.

 I realized at the same time.

 Today's protagonist can be the leader of the game.

 And it was 2:15 pm when the showdown began.

 It was then that Ho-young began to take the lead.

Woo Hoyoung has returned to the past and gained the ability to steal the abilities of others!

His goal is to now become the greatest soccer player to have ever existed.

This car that would be sent to Miami Jake would give it to his mother and only use when he was in town and so he would advertise, Jake was happy to receive this car because he knew it would be strange to ride the McLaren F1 to some public places in Los Angeles.
Also, even though the McLaren F1 was an amazing car it still wasn't a good car when you had to ride with other people in the car, so the corvette zr1 would be good for him to use and if someone asked why he was driving the car he could say it was because of the sponsorship.
Jake was happy that a lot of good things were happening to him this year and especially in the last few months, he hoped he could win in Chicago and Athens because afterward he probably wouldn't have time for marathons until the next Olympics.
Later that day Jake told his mother that he had received some Adidas products and that he would receive two Chevrolet cars and Eva was very happy for Jake, Jake had also asked Mike for some products for women and handed over one of the boxes for his mother.
The other day Jake waited for Coach Davis to continue training on the track that was in his house, for someone who had a lot of money as Jake had certainly helped to have an athletics track, a court and a gym in his house so that he could train better with more comfort.
That's why he had the same thing done at his house in Los Angeles, other athletes didn't have the opportunity to do that and Jake had to take advantage of this advantage that he had, so he hoped to become the best in marathon history.
After Jake finished the warm-up exercises, Coach Davis arrived and Jake started his race from that day, Jake knew it would be more difficult and was determined to get even if he suffered more.
Jake was wearing the Adidas sneakers and clothing that he would wear on the day of the Chicago marathon to get used to the outfit, Jake used the company's sneakers before if they were good but not as good as the elite sneakers for athletes.
Even so for Jake, it was not a big difference and it only brought more comfort to his body while he ran, just like in the previous days Jake had no difficulty after passing 20 km.
Naturally, he felt that he was pushing the muscles in his legs a lot more and the fatigue was a little greater, but the 20 km was not even half the marathon and Jake could not get tired at this distance if he wanted to have a chance to finish the marathon in the right time.
Coach Davis, unlike other days, was also closely monitoring Jake's performance for this training, if he felt Jake was at risk of getting hurt he would ask Jake to stop.
After driving 30 km Jake really started to feel tired and more pain in his legs, it was the pain of the effort that his body was making to keep up with the pace that Jake wanted to run, but Jake still felt he could finish the marathon.
After passing 40 km Jake clearly realized the strong fatigue he was feeling and the pain in his legs was stronger, Jake was not used to trying so hard and reaching that limit, but as he was determined he kept running.
Coach Davis can also clearly see that this running pace was the maximum limit that Jake could reach today, it was admirable how Jake improved in just three days if training and knowing Jake as he knew after a few weeks Jake would be able to run up to 50 km all the days at that running pace.
Jake continued running without fear because he knew that his body was much stronger than before and he had confidence in the statistics that he had achieved with a lot of effort, besides, he knew that if his body really couldn't take it he would be warned by the system before getting hurt.
Fortunately, Jake managed to run another 3 km and finished his training of 43 km and fell on the track exhausted, Jake had managed to run at a pace of 2 minutes and 51 seconds per km and finished that 43 km in 2 hours, 2 minutes and 33 seconds.
This was an incredible time that was just a little bit longer than his previous time running 42.2 km, and Jake did that time in 43 km, which meant Jake did the 42.2 km in this training in 120 minutes and 16 seconds.
So Jake did it in 2 hours, and 16 seconds, that was just 17 seconds slower than the time he wanted to break, it cheered Jake and Coach Davis even more who thought this effort and training had been worth it.
This was a running pace that Jake wanted to train until the Sydney Olympics in 2000, if Jake managed to run 50 km in daily training running at that pace he would feel that the training was really paying off.
After training Jake felt his leg muscles aching, he felt very tired too, but he didn't eat the stamina bar because he knew he had the rest of the day to rest and with the natural recovery his body had the other day he would be fine to run again.
Jake also thought that if he felt this pain he could maybe improve his endurance and muscle strength and maybe even increase his stats if he trained hard, neither Jake nor trainer Davis talked about trying to improve this race time and they decided that this would be Jake's training until the Chicago marathon.
After that marathon, he would still have the Athens marathon, but Jake had to train before the Chicago marathon because he intended to try to break his world record again, but after the Chicago marathon, he would train to run the 10,000 meters and 5 thousand meters.
It was only 2 years until the Sydney Olympics and Jake had to be ready to run there, he needed at least two years of training to have more confidence, luckily he had already trained the 10,000 meters and would try to improve his time for a break at least the Olympic record and thus try to win at the Olympics.
With the NBA and basketball games, Jake didn't think about participating in international athletics competitions anymore if he didn't have time for that, so the Olympics were the focus of Jake's training.
If he managed to break the Olympic record in all his training he was more likely to win in both modalities in the next Olympics and thus break another record and maybe come out of the next Olympics with 4 gold medals in total as long as the gold medal that he won in Atlanta.
Coach Davis said nothing to Jake not to make him vain, but he was sure after those last few days of training that Jake would be able to run in time to break the Olympic record in the 10,000 meters.
After all Jake was currently able to run 43 km at a pace of 2 minutes and 51 seconds per km, for the 10,000 meters Jake needed to run only 10 km and he had to run at a pace of 2 minutes and 36 seconds per km to break the record worldwide in this modality.
And he could run at a pace of 2 minutes and 42 seconds per km to break the Olympic record that was his goal, Coach Davis thought that for just 10 km Jake could calmly run at a pace of 2 minutes and 42 seconds without getting tired.
Of course, at this rate, Jake could only train once a day for 10,000 meters and not train 3 times a day as they did that year, but knowing how Jake's body was different from an ordinary athlete, Coach Davis thought Jake could train only once a day and still be prepared for the Olympics.
It was different for the 5,000 meters, but Coach Davis had already trained athletes of various modalities and knew that Jake had the necessary agility that was more important to run the 5,000 meters and was not so important for the other long-distance races.
Even if Jake didn't manage to run the 10,000 meters sport, only the two sports he would run would already guarantee a special place for Jake in the history of athletics, he certainly would already be known as the best athlete in the marathons in the history of athletics.
So Jake had already set his training pace for the next training until the Chicago marathon, Jake knew that his university roommates would go to Chicago to cheer for him and Zack too, so Jake was excited about it.
Jake came home in pain, but happy to get what he wanted and feeling again that his training was being useful to him, Jake rested for a few hours to prepare to make dinner for Eva.
While he was getting ready he received a call that was expected by him a few days ago, it was Kate who was calling him as she often did when Jake was in Australia, they were getting very close and talking a lot on the phone while Kate and Jake were busy working.
Kate had agreed with Jake that she would call him because she would choose a time when she wasn't working and didn't have her manager around, which usually worked because Jake could almost always answer his cell phone and if he couldn't he would text her she.
"Hi Jake, how are you?"
"Hi Kate, I'm fine, happier because you called me today."
"Hahaha, you always say that you said you were going to leave filming in Australia the last time I called you, are you in Los Angeles now?"
"No, I'm in Miami at my home right now, I took advantage of the fact that I wouldn't have games in the coming months to be with my mom and also to train for the next marathons."


A person who lived the life to the maximum even being a person with paralysis, always played his favorite sport basketball, even if alone, follow the story of Jake Smith to be happy with a second chance.
Jake who suffered a lot in his life, was unable to use his legs, lost his mother, was even more optimistic, before his death he received help from the fate that will be his system when he returns to age of 10, now that Jake can do it all over again, he will become a pro at basketball, and give a better life to his mother, and do everything he can to be happy

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All the onlookers from MIT took out their phones to record the wonderful moment.
"That explains why MIT was friendly with Harvard..."
As the sun set, the gloomy Harvard students and Cong Nianwei left. There was another heated discussion waiting for Qin Guan at the next stop.
 "MIT pranks are the best! Qin Guan got scared. It was so cute!"
Even the local Boston media published the story about the three universities, and so did Connecticut, which was even closer to New York.
Thanks to the news spreading online, there were girls waiting for Qin Guan’s bus on the way, holding flowers and applauding warmly, offering their spontaneous support in exchange for an autograph.
The number of posts about Qin Guan on OMG were increasing, spreading around campuses like a rolling snowball.
The route of the bus was calculated by the netizens. They crossed many states and counties from the East Coast, heading to their last destination in California. The students away from their route followed their bus in their cars.
Some were waiting for them by the road to greet them and show their support. The bus kept moving, leaving the girls and their admiration behind.
As they visited the University of Pennsylvania, Princeton University and Duke University, there were more and more cars tailing them. Blonde girls waved flags under the blue sky as they drove at high speed. This was the first trip joined by so many beauties from top universities.
In Chicago, Illinois, a group of bikers was driving at full speed on the highway, followed by police cruisers. The capable policemen had been waiting for them by the road for three days.
"Please slow down at once. Pull to the curb and wait to be checked..."
"Ha ha! Those idiots!"
The motorbikes began a game of chasing, when the bikers suddenly saw something strange up ahead.
Happy country music and laughter could be heard from a distance. Girls with black, brown, red and blonde hair were standing by the roundabout, waving flags and dancing to the music. It looked like a parade.
 The bikers slowed down, trying to figure out what was happening.
"F*ck! That’s the daughter of the head of a Chicago gang!"
"Where is she?"
"Look! The blonde girl. She is Old Sam’s daughter. It's said that she is studying at Chicago University."
He was right. The Columbia group had just left Chicago University. There were about 100 bored people following them. Their number increased as they passed by states and counties, attracting the drivers’ attention on the way.
"Damn it! There is a truck up front!"
The policemen were drawing near. The bikers had lost the game at the most familiar section of the road.
The trucks had been attracted by Qin Guan's team. To the drivers, those beautiful girls were the most wonderful view on their long journey, better even than the view along the road.
By the time the smoke dispersed, the bikers were crying in the police cruisers. 
Qin Guan enjoyed the sea breeze, the beach and the delicious food. After a long journey across both the East and the West coast, they finally reached their destination in California.
They visited the California Institute of Technology and Stanford University. Qin Guan was already familiar with the holy land of film production that was Los Angeles.
Sea breeze. Beach. Beautiful women. Deck chairs. Bikinis. Perfect barbecue!
 His friends and fans were holding a party on the beach. Qin Guan was the center of the attention.
Beautiful girls were wearing the same blue bikini and fake tattoo on their backs, lying on deck chairs under the umbrellas. The tattooed letters on their tan skin expressed their feelings.
I love you, Qin Guan.
Vivian took a picture of them. When Qin Guan appeared on the beach, the girls jumped up from their chairs screaming. They pinned large, red kapok flowers on their hair and gathered around Qin Guan. They left fast, leaving the flowers on Qin Guan’s head. Qu Xuemei was looking at him with a strange expression in her eyes.
"Well done! Your girlfriend is studying, while you are enjoying the sunshine and the beautiful girls here. I envy your life!"
Qin Guan scratched his head proudly. Then he pulled a long face in reaction to Qu’s words.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

The furry blanket covering her feet ate the noodle that escaped from her fork. Seeker waited for more, and, against her better judgment, Kat scooped out another couple of the pale yellow ramen strands to give to the dog. If she had a real table, no doubt Seeker would patrol its chairs hunting for scraps, begging for more. As it was, the husky had to be content with the droppings from Kat's desk. A lesson she could learn from Seeker.
Gordon hadn't sent any messages, and the bounty for the anomaly remained open as the day ticked towards night. So either the tip hadn't resulted in anything, or it was a slow-moving stalk. Kat should have been able to ignore it, to focus on something else, something that didn't drag her personal life into business.
She tapped away from a pointless video on her screen to the tracker board, where her anomaly earnings showed themselves in a dizzying array of graphs and tables. Any filter or organization Kat could want lay there: by city, ability level, lifetime earnings, and so on. She had more than two dozen anomalies dumping rep shares into her accounts, but her default view sorted the earners in reverse. The least important up top, so she could learn which anomalies to avoid.
The tracker board had another filter on by default, one which she disabled depending on her mood, and right now the gloomy winter day, the sleeping dog, and the monitor's blue glow had her turning it off. Three gray names appeared at the top—no reps earned within the last year, within the last several for the top two. Dead anomalies didn't make much. But they cost her plenty.
She'd caught Sameer on the Mississippi, gambling on a party boat and using his minor mirror-images to copy face-up cards long enough to collect his winnings and disappear. He'd completed all of two jobs before getting staffed to Paragon task force and, soon after, going gray on her board. They never told her why, and the few thousand reps the Paragons had sent her in compensation were cold comfort. They'd shared drinks on the boat after Kat had traced him. Sameer had been one of the good ones.
Unlike Crystal Raines, who'd put up a helluva fight in the back alleys of Chicago's New South Side. Her ridiculous penchant for turning bits of, well, anything into temporary sinkholes made chasing her down into a dashing dance. If Kat hadn't hit her with a long range stun dart on a wild, diving shot, Crystal would probably be out there still. Or not, since she'd fallen back on her old thieving habits soon after getting traced. The drones had zero trouble finding her once they'd determined the source of a jewelry store's warped doors and display cases, and Crystal had decided to go out fighting. Kat couldn't decide if Crystal had done the job intentionally—the drones made a convenient, quick way of getting yourself killed.
Zach had been different. He'd found her, right after she'd traced someone else. Just walked up to her in the middle of the rest area where tired pod car travelers could take a break alongside the highway. She'd been in her white suit and everything, standing over the unconscious body of an anomaly who—she scrolled down to remember—could turn screws with his eyes. Literally screws, and just screws.
"Man, was he annoying," Kat said to Seeker, still asleep at her feet. "You remember him? Took our pod car apart while we were in it."
Yet that guy earned a ton of reps. Zach, though. He'd said he was tired of being on the run, looking over his shoulder. So she'd traced him right then, taken him out to dinner. Turned out Zach's whole thing was smells; he could take any scent in the air around him and amplify it. Made the Italian place they were sitting in suffuse with the scent of sauce and garlic. At first it'd been reps for that sort of thing, then Zach had caught the eyes of more dangerous jobs, gas leaks and the like. Hadn't come back from one of those.
But that was part of the game. This miracle world of hers held plenty of dangers, despite what the Paragons said. Sure, giant disasters were managed, groups of criminals tended to vanish in flashes of supernatural fire, but good, old-fashioned accidents and fights still took their toll.
Kat clicked away from the tracker board, browsed through the local Chicago sites, looking for anything interesting and finding nothing. A pop-up in bottom right corner of her screen indicated some menace in the northeast of Atlantis, but that was too far away for her to care about. Other than that, nada. As if the whole world was as bored as her, waiting for some news worth getting up for.
Slurping her last noodle left Kat with a void, one filled in short order by the same set of motions that'd been ruling the dead zones in her day for a decade; without thinking about it, she brushed her Tama, started a call to a number that should have been canceled by now. A recording, eventually, answered:
Hi! You've reached Melody Collins, drop your name and number and, if I like you, I'll get back to you as soon as I feel like it!
Kat tapped away the call. Shook her head. Blinked away tears that hadn't formed yet, that wouldn't form anymore. She'd ground away that reflex, but oh, did it feel good to hear that voice again. Her mother's cutting humor, something no doubt annoying to anyone actually trying to reach her. Something so precious now.
Her Tama beeped, cutting through the cloud with a promise of action, adventure, anything. What it was: a question, from a friend. A loose friend. Kat turned the idea over in her head—what even was a friend really?Seeker huffed at her as she stood. Oh, yeah.
Given the night's possible activities, from waiting to hear from Gordon to wandering to the corner bar and letting liquors dictate the hours, what her friend offered could be more rewarding, and would definitely be more fun.
"Trig send, I'll show." Kat climbed her way to her closet, brushing her hands along the clothes when she made it there. "Whaddya think, Seek? Red or black?"
Seeker's woof made the obvious choice: both.

Aegis used to take bullets like he took lattes - smooth and with a smile. With his invincible leadership, the growing group of gifted anomalies turned from a tool of humanity's powerful into the ones with that power. Naming himself and seven others Champion, Aegis and his many other Paragons took the world away from those who no longer deserved it, creating their own utopia.

Decades later, that utopia is showing cracks. The Paragons struggle with the weight of the world, one that Aegis may be too old to bear. When new threats emerge from normals no longer willing to live without freedom, Aegis must decide whether to fate one last time to save the world he helped create.

Paragon's Fall is an action-packed story exploring a different sort of superhero tale in a twisted, sci-fi spin on tomorrow's society. If you like fast-paced, character-driven novels, then you'll find this one a fun adventure. 

**This story will be told in a 2 chapters per week release schedule**

After Jeff and JoAnna left, most of the people went to their rooms. The wedding party was over.
Some guests still lingered in the event hall. The resort staff was available to serve them.
Jasper and Ellie stayed in the garden, unwilling to end the night and part ways. 
Jasper knows that Ellie will not spend the night with him even if he promises to keep his hands (and the rest of the body) to himself. So, this is the best he can do to stay close to her.
Part of him fears that tomorrow she will act like nothing happened, and he needs to start wooing her again. So far everything about getting close to Ellie was more difficult than usually, but for some reason with every small progress made, he felt a big sense of accomplishment.
"For tomorrow… when and where should I pick you up?", Jasper asked Ellie.
"Anytime after two o'clock is fine. As for where… how about you tell me where to meet you?" Ellie doesn't want Jasper to find out that she has a villa in the Bel-Air neighborhood, or to come to her office space downtown LA. In both cases he might discover her little 'boss-secret', and she wants to keep this as a secret at least a bit longer. She is having too much fun with that.
"I will not be a gentleman if I don't pick up my girlfriend for a date."
Ellie didn't miss Jasper's emphasis on tha word 'girlfriend', but she pretended that she didn't hear it. Based on his smile, he likes saying that word.
"I am a strong, independent woman. I have no problems meeting you halfway… or meeting you wherever you say. And I promise that even with that, you can still be a gentleman."
Jasper has a lot of fun talking with Ellie. Her answers are… unconventional. He got an idea…"OK. How about… you come to my place?"
Ellie was intrigued by his playful tone of voice. What was with that pause? "Where is your place?"
"In Chicago." Jasper saw her complex expression and chuckled. "You said: wherever."
She can tell that he enjoys that he led her up to that point of conversation, and she will let him have it. She didn't know that he is from Chicago. For some reason she assumed that he is local to Los Angeles area. Chicago… that means that he will leave. "How long will you stay here?"
"I was planning to go back tomorrow morning, but something came up so I will stay longer." Jasper gave her a meaningful look.
Ellie smiled at the thought that SOMETHING that keeps him longer in Los Angeles is her. She realized that she does not know much about him. She needs to find out more. Little at a time. "You can't work from here?"
"Not really. I'm tied up to my office. You?"
"My company is based in Seattle, but we have office space in Los Angeles, New York and Chicago."
"Chicago?" Jasper's eyes lit up. "Can I count on you to come there?"
"I will be there first half of the October, for the fashion events…" Ellie explained that she moves while following fashion events. September she spends mostly in New York, first half of October in Chicago while second half in Los Angeles. During summer she goes between London, Paris and Milan which are bustling with various fashion shows.
Jasper enjoys how Ellie's face lights up when she talks about her work. He can tell that she loves it. She mentioned Tom and Brian and many others who are accompanying her to fashion shows.
They spoke for a long time, until Ellie yawned and hid her embarrassed expression while suggesting that it's time to call it a night.
Jasper and Ellie were walking down the hallway, approaching her room, when Jasper summarized her schedule, or the part he is interested in: "If I didn't miss anything, after October you have few months break."
Ellie confirmed, and added more information: "There are no major events to attend, but that does not mean that I'm on a break. I have custom orders to take care of, as well as designs for next season."
"You sound like you do everything. Why don't you get that boss of yours to work more?"
"Oh…", Ellie forgot that she has an imaginary boss. 
She cleared her throat while getting her cardkey from the purse to unlock the door. 
Ellie paused while thinking, isn't this the goodnight part of the evening? Are they going to kiss? Her heart started beating wildly while her eyes didn't leave that door handle in front of her. But the whole evening other than few random pecks which he placed anywhere other than close to her face, he kept his lips to himself… so she assumed there will be no kissing. But she can't leave it just like that, after all, they are not kids. 
Ellie turned toward Jasper, held onto his arm while getting on her toes… and kissed him lightly on the cheek. 
"Good night, Jasper."
Ellie smiled shyly, and her eyes met Jasper's and she forgot how to breathe.
His icy-blue eyes stirred with something wild and bewitching. 
Jasper can see that Ellie is lost in a daze… and he has no intention of letting her go just like that.
Jasper bent down, and his lips touched her cheek, close to her ear.
"Ellie…", his murmur caused shivers that made her whole body tremble.
Slowly, very slowly, his lips brushed against her skin while creating an invisible trail toward her lips.
'I hope that Jasper can't hear my thundering heart!', Ellie thought while her mind focused on his cold and soft lips which effortlessly glided towards hers. She was unable to move, and she knew what is coming... or she thought she knew. 
Ellie could smell his aftershave and it was the most delicious smell ever. 
She wondered why he stopped at the edge of her lips.
His bottom lip moved, and she never felt anything so smooth and inviting. 
Ellie was not aware at what point her lips parted, and she is not sure who kissed whom first, but they were definitely kissing. Right there, in the hallway.
Jasper's palm warmed her neck while his thumb rubbed softly along her jaw. And that slow rhythmic movement was something she could not ignore, but she didn't know what it means… until few seconds later Jasper deepened the kiss and she realized that the thumb is following the pace of his tongue, or maybe it is the other way around. 
The kiss was slow, and sensual, and it made her lose herself in the moment. Her whole body went weak and she needed to hold onto something.
Jasper felt Ellie's hands wrap around his neck, holding him tightly and when she moaned softly, he lost it. He moved closer, pinning her against the door and his kiss became demanding, robbing her of any willpower she might have to resist him.
Ellie was sure that one of them is a metal while the other one is a super-magnet, because every part of her body that touched his, refused to retreat. It was impossible to separate from him. 
That kiss changed her definition of a kiss, and what it means to be kissed, and she never wanted it to stop.
Ellie watched Jasper bend and pick up the cardkey of her room from the floor. It seems that she dropped it at some point. He unlocked the door and observed her flushed face for few seconds before caressing her cheek with his hot palm and giving her another light kiss on the lips, and another, and another... 
"Good night, Ellie.", Jasper's husky voice followed by a light chuckle pulled her out of her daze.
When Ellie got in her room, she closed the door and leaned on it. She was still breathing heavily, while slowly accepting how strongly Jasper affects her. 
Mental image of his smug smile irritated her.
"Yes, yes… you are an amazing kisser… do you need to rub it in?", Ellie grumbled while walking toward the bedroom. Even though she was complaining, Ellie was unable to stop smiling.
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This is a story of three Hill sisters who are navigating through challenges while they uncover the complicated story behind their maternal side of the family. And their father is not a simple man either.

Sarah is an introvert who does not want to attract attention. Other than mad coding skills, Sarah knows how to throw a punch. She believes that her biggest problem is the existence of a hacker Omega and her world flips when the most popular guy on campus approaches her. What does he want? Why her? (Ah, Sarah, that is only the beginning.) 

JoAnna easily makes friends with her bubbly personality. Some call her a mad scientist, but she prefers ‘Dr. Hill’, because that is what she is. JoAnna is an excellent markswoman who can snipe out any target and she is wondering if her prince charming will ever come.

Sophia is the voice of reason, their pillar of support. She is a confident CEO who knows how to get what she wants. Sophia’s degree in law combined with amazing capabilities to analyze situation and plan ahead make her the perfect strategist (to achieve a goal without ending up in jail). 

Every sister is different, and so are their relationships. 

They all have in common: trust and belief that if they work together, anything is possible.


***SPOILER? - START *** 
Story starts with a focus on the youngest sister (Sarah). 
After about 100 chapters, the oldest sister (Sophia) gets in the romantic spotlight. 
JoAnna finds herself pulled into romance last, at about 200 chapter mark. 
***SPOILER? - END ***



"Do you believe in destiny?", Sarah broke the silence. 
"Destiny?" Aiden didn't expect such a question. 
"Yes. The thing that is meant to happen, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. And when it does happen, everything feels right." 
"Why would you ask me such a thing?" 
"Until few weeks ago I would say that there is no such thing as destiny. That we are all masters of our lives and that everything depends on our actions, or lack of it. But I can't help but wonder: why did I not push you away? ... Why does it feel like everything will be OK as long as we are together? ... You are a piece of me that I never knew was missing. Is this destiny?" 
"Mmm... if that is destiny, then I approve it.", Aiden lightly kissed Sarah's shoulder and rested his chin on it. 

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I land a week later in Italy and theirs a man in his 50s holding a board with my name on Jasmine Prescott and the universities name on in  Italian luogo magico universitario Translated magical place university so I walked over to him said I hoping he spoke English which he did and he told me his name was Phillip and he was picking me up and had to pick two other students on the was with that he picked up my bags and too me to his car which was limousine I couldn't believe my eyes I asked a bout the car he just laughed only the best for the best he said with that he opened the back door of the car and I got in we traveled fo around a hour and then we stopped their was two very tall very handsome young men about the same age as me one about 6"7 the other 6"8 the looked the same except the hair and tattoos the shorter one had black hair blue eyes a eagle tattoo on his chest I could see it as he had on shirt on just black denim jeans with rips in them and a leather jacket god his abs looked so good if only I could touch the the other had deep blue dyed hair with blue eye to match and a snake tattoo on his left arm he had on ripped black jeans and a white vest you could see his toned body though god what I could do to these two god help me they got in the car and said the taller one said I'm Franco and this is my little brother Jacob he said in a very sexy beep voice with a strong Italian accent god I'm done for I though when I was nocked out of my thoughts when I heard  hay I'm only 5 minutes younger than you don't be a dick old brother and we all laughed ,Philip talked to the boys then we carried on to the university,the boys were talking but I did hear what they was saying as the was talking in Italian and I can't speak Italian very well I got a few words but not many so I just closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

-Firepit-

Lois and Power Girl decide to try and find the real Superman. But Batman tells them that he's going to go find Huntress, that he is not going to look for the Shadow of a man and that he needs to find his granddaughter.

Suddenly Superman clones begin to break out of their tubes. Immediately Batman begins to drink his strength-enhancing drug and tells Val Zod to back off showing him Kryptonite. But Power Girls gets mad at him for even having Kryptonite and in response to his drug-addled anger, Val Zod melts the rest of his drugs.

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-Amazonia-

Getting inside Dr. Fate walks in front of Jimmy. He then proceeds to lean in taping his helmet against the mother box. Suddenly there is a massive expulsion of power and then it seems to go in Jimmy Olson but at that precise moment, Grey dropped a nanochip inside him.

The scientist that was there immediately recognized that the helmet of Naboo must be another form of the mother box and that it just procreated with another mother box. That Jimmy is being transformed.

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-World army assault team-

Right now, they were on a spaceship intending to meet apocalypse halfway as the plane was flying toward earth. But suddenly they lose the planet from their radars only to have it boom tube onto the moon shattering it. Previously they thought that they had close to a month until apocalypse arrived but now they have mere hours.

Pieces of the moon begin to fall to the planet's surface and realizing that he is the only one that could stop them, the Green Lantern flies into space to block what he can. While telling Sam (who is the avatar of white and his previous lover) and Grundy to find the avatar of blue.

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-Amazonia-

While all of this was happening Jimmy was becoming something totally new and no one knows what he's becoming but at least the famine powers have vanished. As Khalid the wielder of the helmet of Fate came to his senses, he tells Jimmy that he left Hawkgirl and flash in trouble. 

Much of the world army begins to recover from their starvation but over their heads, they begin to see the meteors from the moon come crashing down towards them, they realize it's about to get even worse.

And even worse around the world, the powers of the Furies begin to affect the human population. Giving them the rage of war, the horror of pestilence and the curse of walking dead.

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-In Chicago-

They are also feeling the effect of the Furies powers. Dick and Barbare Grayson are fighting for their lives and their son Johnny's life with the help of Ted Grant. It's almost as if the people have lost their minds and then Ted Grant looks up to see the meteors and realizes that it is now a party.

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-Arkham, the old world army base- 

While all of this was happening Constantine who had mysteriously appeared in this world was breaking people out of Arkham to form his own team. Brain Wave, Obsidian, Johnny Thunder and Jeremy. But Jeremy told him that he is not helping because obsidian is the wrong color. To which Constantine apologizes to Obsidian and then proceeds to shoot Jeremy, killing him.

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-Over the Sky of Russian-

As the avatar of gray and white was making their way toward the avatar of blue, when out of nowhere the furies arrived. Making the first move K'li cut Grundy in two. While the fury of death (The one Grey and Gine fight previously.) attacked the avatar of blue. Seeing how much trouble they were in, Sam immediately calls for the Green Lantern help. But sadly the Green Lantern was busy blocking various meteors.

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-Firepit-
  
While this was happening Batman, Lois, Val and Power Girl all discovered the apocalypse trophy from the fight with superman. It was his family crest. Shedding a tear Lois took it away, putting in it her storage containers for later use.

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-London-  

Hawkgirl and Flash just recover from the power of famine only to discover that the people around them were fighting, being affected by Rage. Immediately the people started attacking.

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-Sky of Russia-

The avatar of white was almost death only to be saved by the Green Lantern. The Green Lantern started bombarding the furies with the full might of the power of the earth. As they hit the ground Grundy starts to bind them with roots, as cutting Grundy into pieces doesn't do much as he is already dead.

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-Above Atlantis-

One of the many pieces of the meteor was falling into the ocean. But just when it was about to hit the ocean a blue monster raised out of it, colliding with the meteor and breaking it apart, as he flew away at great speed. It was the Avatar of Blue, the secret weapons of Atlantis, known as the strongest of the avatar and unknown by anyone he was escaping.

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-Chicago-        

At this moment, the last train was about to leave the Chicago station. Because of this, a huge fight was taking place for the right to get on the train. You may ask why everyone wanted to get on this train. It was because one of the meteors had hit Lake Michigan and a tidal wave was coming toward the city of Chicago. 

Watching all of this happening was Constantine and his team. While they were looking at this happening they saw a redheaded woman fighting with the thugs trying to gain access to the train. Seeing this Constantine team asks if they should intervene. But he decides to see how it's gonna play out.

While Barbara was trying to climb on top of the train she was suddenly kicked by one of the thugs, throwing her down only to be caught by Dick. On her face she had a fierce look, deciding that no one is going to stop her from getting her son out of this doomed city. Getting back up she went back in the fight, sucker-punching one of the thugs. But as he falls he shoots her in the stomach.

Seeing this Dick screams out "No" and their son cries out "Mommy"  

Watching all of this John silently says to himself " Aw dammit John " As dick is holding his wife in his arms dead.

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-Firepit-       

Meanwhile back at the firepit the device that was telling the team that Huntress was still alive has shut down and Power girl is furious, that she will not lose her sister/ her best friend.

She begins barreling through the building, crushing robots and stomping on their heads. 
 
Suddenly she was called out by Lois, telling her that she found the real Superman.

Marcus, a young man of the age of 21 a fanfic lover. Having received His first week of vacation, since he started working for his new job. he was happy. But he sadly dies from saving a woman that was about to get rape, after a hard struggle he was stabbed to death.

By luck, the woman he saves was the daughter of the god who is in charge of the universe. so for saving his daughter, the god give him 5 wishes'

Anyway, he reincarnated in dc and after a series of action he became an anti-hero (and hero)

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