When Mahiyah struggles to be a single parent, she meets Jungkook. They kept crossing each other's road. Everything was going well but things changes when they fall in love with each other.

The MC gets transported to a new world, and their whole life changes! hopefully for the better. This takes place in a fantasy world, and MC gets a System. To be specific the Trap System.

Welcome to Freia. A continent where evil magi ruled. Until firearms came, that is. Now the people live free of those demons…

More, however, must lurk beneath the surface.

Claude, a transmigrator from another world, finds himself in the midst of this changing world, attending ‘middle school’. Or, as he calls it, ‘boot camp’. His destiny was to graduate and join the military, but the future is seldom so simple.

His life, and the world, is set on the path of upheaval and chaos the day he finds a cookbook.

A magical cookbook.

"Esteemed Guests. Here's your fourth course of the evening, Appetizers" 

Tim signaled the waiters. The waiters placed the dish in each front of them and refilled their  glasses with water. The dish was served on angular black stoneware bowl that enhances the sensation of flavors. The rough sandpaper texture of the bowl heightens the taste of the dish. 

"Taking things into a whole new level. This here is our outrageously indulgent surf and turf appetizer. A palm-sized Raw Wagyu Beef Tartare imported from Japan mixed with Bluefin Tuna Tartare. Topping the tartares are Osetra Caviars along with edible 24 Karat Gold Flakes and edible flowers. The flowers were an assortment of Marigold, Chamomile and Daisy. Incorporated with a rich and earthy hearty pâté of Faux Gras, an alternative for Foie Gras. A paste made from the combination of Walnuts, Mushrooms, Rosemary, Thyme, Sage and Beetroot Puree. The whole dish will be perfected by White Truffle Shavings"

After Tim explained their fourth course, he beckoned for the waiters. The waiters once again approached. This time, they each held a piece of White Truffle and Stainless Steel Italian Truffle Shaver over each bowl of the appetizers. The waiters carefully slid the Truffle down the paddle and over the blade. After they finished their task, they quietly retreated but one of them was stopped by Neil. 


"Excuse me? Can you please shave it all for me?" Neil politely asked while he grabbed the arm of the startled waiter. 
"Uh? Rii-right away Sir-Esteemed Guest" answered the waiter in panick. 

After the waiter finished shaving the whole White Truffle, Neil looked up and noticed everyone in their table looking at him weirdly. 

"What? It's not everyday I get to eat White Truffle for free. This stuff are expensive as hell" commented Neil to justify his actions while feeding the little angel.

"Vy you must be wondering why my Neil is entirely a different breed compared to your King?" said Ellie while wiping the corner of Elleis mouth with the bib.

Violet nodded without thinking while King took over her bowl to slice it up for her. When King heard what Ellie said, he too nodded in delight because of the 'your King' part.

"They're maternal cousins and grew up together. But before all that, my Neil was born and raised from another country before they got to know of his existence" Ellie said while she ate.

"You see my mother and King's mother were best friends and cousins. Great Grandma and Great Grandpa at that time were against my parents. My mother was promised to another man long ago before she left our country to study. She met my father and also got pregnant too. Hence the blonde and blue eyes. So my mother eloped with my father. After a few years our Great Grandparents mellowed out. They investigated and searched for us before they passed away" Neil told his story briefly as he finished eating his second serving.


[YoureMySun: Just to be sure, I looked it up.]

["Copyright protects the particular layout of a recipe in a published recipe book, or the photos that accompany the recipe. But copyright does not protect the idea or instructions that the recipe embodies"
"Copyright law does not protect recipes that are mere listings of ingredients. Nor does it protect other mere listings of ingredients such as those found in formulas, compounds, or prescriptions. Copyright protection may, however, extend to substantial literary expression—a description, explanation, or illustration, for example—that accompanies a recipe or formula or to a combination of recipes, as in a cookbook" (IP Spotlight)]

[Singer, Jim. "Are food recipes protected by copyright?" IP Spotlight, 3 Feb. 2015, https://ipspotlight.com/2015/02/03/are-food-recipes-protected-by-copyright/#targetText=Copyright%20law%20does%20not%20protect%20recipes%20that%20are%20mere%20listings%20of%20ingredients.&targetText=Copyright%20protection%20may%2C%20however%2C%20extend,recipes%2C%20as%20in%20a%20cookbook.]

What happens when two unlikely people met each other for the first time? They get married! That's right, they definitely did. They were akin to two parallel lines that weren't supposed to intersect or touch at any given  point in time. But in that fateful moment that they did meet, they were thrust into the world of whirlwind romance.

A handsome, thoughtful and cold-heated man, King Margaux Hendrix, who spent most of his years in unrequited love accidentally met a beautiful, introverted and forlorn woman, Violet Hailey Quinn, who was betrayed by her long time and long distance boyfriend. Two people that when put together were comparable to a dog and a cat. They changed the trajectories of their lives in one moment. Never be the same again.
 
Together, they tread and explored the waters of love, the unknown and uncertainty. Through twists and turns, they gradually fell in love as their adventure called marriage, unfolds. Their encounter created a butterfly effect that seeped into other people's lives and set off chains of events with the resounding click like that of a falling domino. 

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The whole story is about two people that shouldn't have met, always at each other's throat, sort of fell in love I think?

Violet: "What sort of? Damn it! We have no choice!!! You wrote us!" 

YoureMySun: "Y-you!!!!! You can't be here! Stop crossing dimensions! You're ruining my synopsis for your story!" 

King: "Can you change the female lead? Someone who's more beautiful and cultured?" 

Violet: "Bastardddddd!! You're dead!!!" 

YoureMySun: "Cut it King! You're not supposed to be here too! Stop agitating Violet, ok?" 

King: "Hahahahaha me? stop? Dream on! I'll annoy the heck out of this woman. Even if it's the last thing I do! Gyahahaha" *evil laugh

Violet: *pulls out bat from somewhere then charged at King

YoureMySun: "Oh my God!!! V where the heck did you even get that! Stop right there!" 

King: "W-woman! I-i know how much you love me so don't you dare hit my face!" 

Violet: "Me love you? You of all people? Only an idiot will fall for you" *said through gnashing her teeth

King: "You're the idiot that fell for me, you know? G-get away from me barbarian!" 

YoureMySun: "You guys left me with no choice" 

*Our dearest author left with no choice, pulls out the magical keypad as she wrote,

YoureMySun: "As Violet was gunning for King, she tripped and fell in his embrace. And end up kissing each other. Then a good samaritan from the story's dimension accidentally throws a rope through the worm hole while trying to catch the running horse. The two got tied in the same position. The samaritan pulled and was shocked to see two people instead of the horse. He blinked then they disappeared, and wondered if he gone crazy. The two was transported to their love nest stuck in that position for the whole day. Until Violet had enough being taken advantage of by King. She ripped the rope and starts bashing King with a pillow. While King's laughters and ouchies reverberates throughout the house. And they lived happily ever after"

*closes keypad, bows in apology to the readers

YoureMySun: "Finally got some peace and quiet. Sighhh... I apologize dearest readers. It's been too lively?" 

"Where was I? Going back" 

They fell in love through twists and turns. Violet, a beautiful, charming, quiet, and a kind girl unexpectedly met King, a handsome, rich, playful and iceberg-man. 

"She's really kind and quiet you know, believe me. It's just that, King happened" 

Join me dear readers in exploring their lives, how they met, what will become of them, their adventures and their story :D

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Raddish, cabbage, turnips were the other books which were present along with the onion and mushroom which he had found. It made Damien curious as to why a pureblooded vampire who didn't eat vegetables as his servant said would have these books with him. Nobody ever collected things that were irrelevant to them. It was always relevant. 
"I would take these with me," Damien sated carrying the books in one hand. 
The servant looked at him quizzically, "Are you interested in cultivating the vegetables, Sire?" 
"No, these will go to the council. We need to make sure it wasn't what he ate but that someone really was in here. I don't think the person would go too far away if the person really exists," No. The person would be long gone, far away from where evidence never came into the picture, "You said he ate meat. What is it from the very beginning?" he inquired, raising his brow at the servant who had his hands folded in front of him. 
"It has been like that since I started serving Master Creed, Sire," the servant replied to his question. 
"And how long has it been since you started to work here?"
"As long as I can remember. My parents had been working here and then it was me," the servant didn't know why but Damien's question made him sweat. Was the man doubting that he was the one who killed his master? "I didn't kill master Creed," the servant blurted like an idiot. 
"Says every murderer. We should collect some of your samples so that we can run the test if the culprit is right here in the mansion," Damien said in such a straight face that had the servant look at him in shock. He then chuckled. 
It seemed like Creed had been corrupted for a long time. But having only meat, he couldn't help but ask, "How was it cooked? The meat."
"He liked it raw," Damien wondered if it was the corruption or the nature of the man. Raw was good but too much of rawness wasn't entirely digestible when it came to the pureblooded vampires. 
In Quinn's mansion, Penny had been up and waiting for Damien. She had been so used to having him around at this hour that she couldn't help herself but look at the clock every now and then. With her knees drawn close to her chest and her chin resting on her knees she heard the sound of the snow blizzard that had only started to begin. The whirring of the windows as the cold air tried to get in shook softly.
She yawned tiredly. Waiting for Damien to arrive whilst she waited for him. Watching the clock move with her eyes beginning to droop down slowly until she fell asleep in that position. 
When Damien arrived back home and into his room, he found Penelope sleeping as she sat on the bed with her arms around her legs and her head on her knees. What was she doing sleeping like that? Her eyes opened groggily and she raised her head up at the sight of him. 
"You're late," she said yawning again. Letting her hands go which was around her legs, she folded them. 
"How sweet of my mouse," Damien walked towards her, leaning and leaving a kiss on her cheek, "Don't wait up for me and get to bed. You will look like a corpse if you keep missing out on sleep," he gave her look which told her that he knew what was going on. Even though Penny wanted to find out more about her mother and her, wanting to know what else had been hidden, she was still worried to discover what she would come to know. The disappointment and pain which she felt last time still resided in her mind which she was trying to cope with. 
Noticing the books in his hands, she asked him, "What are those? Council books?'' She knew that Damien read a book occasionally at night before he went to sleep but those were too many books. And didn't he just get a set of books last week?
"These my dear are all about the vegetable you will need to know. From your very own favourite onion to carrot and many more vegetables." 
"Are you planning to cook?" she asked him wondering if he had bought cookbooks to cook. 
"Do you want me to?"
"Will you?"
"You tell me?"
"It would be hard to believe that you can cook. Oh, I know what will be your top dish," she said nodding her head to herself. 
"What is that?"
"Hot freshly taken floating fingers," she said before coughing in the end. 
"My my, was that a dig at me?" he asked, his eyes narrowing down at her. Penny grinned looking at him, "These are for you actually. I thought it is only right for you to start learning how to cook and what to prepare. We can start with onion," he said opening one of the books, he started to read from it, "Onions can be diced or sliced, fermented to bring in flavours or fried until they are turned brown."
"I don't think I have ever come across a book which speaks about onion for hundreds of pages," she muttered under breath.
"Here, why don't you check what is the best dish," he said handing the book to her. Penny took hold of the book, turning it around and looking down to read,
'Circles have been one of the most important figures when it comes to the incantation of the ritual. It holds down the energy which has been derived when it comes to the sacrificial ground...'
This was no cookbook, she looked up at Damien who was watching her.
"This isn't a cookbook," she said looking down again to read some more lines. Damien said,
"It looks like the white witches have created more than one book which has been falsified and doesn't fall under the normal eye that can be read. If there is one thing I can say, they had a thing for vegetables."


WARNING: This book contains mature R-18 content. *Slow burn book. No major misunderstandings or rape.*
[Year 1778]

"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"

The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.

"Bring the man here."

"N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.

Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.

"Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.

Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain.

"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.

Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market.

On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.

"Are you ready, darling?" Mom asked.

I nodded my head as a response.

It was just a typical day and we were going out visiting my grandma since grandpa isn't there to keep her company anymore. 

Grandma's cooking was the best, and nothing can top that.

Mom and I are heading to her house.

I was looking at every houses that we passesd.

Each one of them are familiar.

Sometimes I could see two or three of my friends house that I met on the playground.

I was watching at the houses that we pass by. Until we arrived at Grandma's.

I ran out as fast as I could towards grandma.

"Well, if it isn't my granddaughter Astra!" she happily exclaimed.

"I bet you came here just to taste my cooking am I right, Honey?"

I chuckled.

"You know me too well, Granny."

Then my mom came closer to us bringing a basket with lots of fruits that we prepared this morning.

"Hi Mom," she greeted and kissed Granny's cheeks.

"Hey, Astrid." Granny beamed.

Then Granny looked at me.

"Now why won't we go inside now." Granny said as mom and I both followed Gramma inside her lovely cabin.

As we were walking, she asked.

"What would you like to eat? Tell me so that I could prepare the ingredients."

I looked at my mom and she smiled at me.

We talked about surprising granny about my cooking skills this morning.

Mom said that she'll let me borrow one of granny's cookbook and cook granny's favorite chicken soup, while both of mom and granny will go out for a nice walk.

I looked at Granny and smiled sweetly.

"How bout you cook later and you and mom go outside for a nice walk. Now isn't that great?" I exclaimed.

Granny stopped for a moment and looked at me.

"Are you sure, Astra?" She asked, pouting.

"Yes Grandma, Besides I'm still not yet hungry." I replied.

Grandma then gave ne a huge toothy grin.

"Okay, now. How bout we'll go on for a walk." the said while dragging mom toward the door.

"We have a lot to talk about." she whispered at my mom's ear but I could weirdly hear it.

Then after a few moments,I heard the door closed.

I look back and saw no signs of their presence.

I heaved a sigh and got to the kitchen swiftly.

As I was walking, looking for a cookbook at some if the kitchen's cabinets.

I heard a sound.

Meow.

Meow.

Meow.

I looked everywhere, and then my eyes landed on a black cat near the kitchen's window.

It was looking at me from outside.

I ran towards the window and opened it.

"Are you lost little kitty?" I asked but then realized that the cat was stray since there's no sign of collar around it.

I then ignored it but left the window open. I head back to the kitchen when suddenly I saw a glimpse of a cookbook near the dark hallway grandma forbids us to go.

Hmm. It wouldn't hurt to try and cook something so why not get the cookbook? 

I thought.

I then got the cookbook. There's a lot of dust covering the book but I still managed to wipe it off.

When the book was fully cleaned, I looked at it's cover.

It says

"fœrbïdėń ßpęłłbœœk"

I did not mind even there's a weird title outside so I opened the cookbook casually.

Then I finally found chicken soup recipe.

But weirdly it says here, the recipe needs pig blood.

I shrugged it off and starting preparing the ingredients.

Pig blood.
A pebble.
Chicken body.
Gasoline.
Candle.
Red ink.
Water.
A hair strand.

And while mixing it all recite the following

Ut ejus semper et gustare quod pulmenti, erit per factorem amare

My forehead knotted when I read those. I never saw granny once reciting while cooking.

But might as well give it a try.

Since I lack ingredients in the house, I made my own.

Since there's no Pig blood, I then replaced it with tomato juice.

Then I got a pebble from outside.

Grandma doesn't have a whole chicken body in the fridge so I replaced it with chichen legs and wings.

Since there is no gasoline in the house, I prepared oil.

And for the candle, I think that it would take more that an hour to cook the soup in it so Instead of a candle, I prepared the stove. 

For the red ink, I prepared food coloring.

Water and My hair strand is present.

I opened the stove and added tomato juice, cooking oil, a pebble, chicken, water and a hair strand.

I then mixed it after a minute, when it certainly is hot. 

I decided to recite the word from the cookbook out loud.

"U ejus semper et gustar quo punti, 
erit per factorem amare." I recited.

Nothing happens. Weird.

I was about to turn my back when suddenly the book shone then a man suddenly appeared.

He was sitting on the ground and was massaging his neck.

His black hair was long enough to cover his left eye.

He was wearing a black aviator jacket.

He have an olive white skin and his eyes are emerald green.

He was maybe on his 20's according to his appearance.

"How...." He ask.

"Huh?"

"H-how can you summon me?! The spell summoning me was supposed to be destroyed 2000 years ago!" He shouted.

"I don't know! You were supposed to be chicken soup!" I shouted back.

He then massaged his head and 
looked at me.

"Look kid, since you have summoned me. I'm going to grant you four wishes."

I looked at him grinning.

"Really?" I asked

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

"Well in that case—"

"Hey, not too fast kiddo. First of all, you must write your wish in a paper. And to be able to grant your wishes, you must offer me your soul." The Man said as he slumped over to ties his shoelace.

"Offer my what now?"

"You heard me right, your soul."

Then suddenly the door opened, and grandma and mom came in.

I looked at where the guy is but he's not there.

Was I hallucinating? 

"Darling! I thought you are cooking chicken soup! But that lemon meyer
fried Fritata is much more better!" Granny said as she pointed at my cooking.

I looked back at what I was cooking and saw this gorgeous looking meal that I didn't remember cooking earlier.

"Well, uh. Bon Appetit?"

—End of Part 1—

On the day where Astra met him, she didn’t know that it was fated. She was simply living her life normally but seems like destiny is playful and seems like they really are meant together.

"...Happy birthday, Kali." Tae smiled sadly, knowing what her birthday means to her, taking her hands and leading her into the kitchen.

"I know you said a few years back that you wanted me to not try so hard on your birthday, along with the other things you said, but...you're sixteen now. So, let's not celebrate today because it's the anniversary of the day you were born. Instead, I'm celebrating sixteen years of survival from a girl who has been through so much. She's brave, beautiful, and we met a few days after this day...in a different year" he nearly confused himself with that awkward phrasing.

"I didn't know what to get you and I didn't want to upset you by asking what you wanted for something I know you don't like to celebrate, so...I hope you like new things."

He moved so she could see what was behind him as he nervously scratched the back of his head.

"You-"

Kali was stunned.

"...Did you make all of this yourself, Tae?"

She slowly walked over to the table, as if expecting everything to vanish at any moment. She looked around the table at everything there: freshly squeezed Orange Juice, steamed vegetables with cheese drizzled all over it in a sloppy manner, fresh bread, obviously homemade mint chocolate chip ice cream, and a simple cake in the middle with a message on it drew with the icing using what look like an amateur technique.

The cake read 'You are loved. Thank you for being my favorite person'.

"Yeah, I did. I used their cookbook for everything here. They caught me a week ago practicing and...gave me some tips out of concern that I might hurt myself, since they couldn't talk me out of not trying anymore" Tae admitted, a bit embarrassed.

"I know it doesn't all look the best and, honestly, I don't even know if they'll taste all that great, but...I hope this makes you happy" he smiled bashfully, before hugging her tightly from behind and burying his nervous face into her shoulder to hide it from her sight. He had worked very hard on all of this. Even if it ends up tasting bad, he'll be happy if it cheers her up.

A few stray tears snuck out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she simply stared at the table for a moment.

"Tae, I-" she stopped when she heard her voice tremble, hoping that the pause would help clear her voice back up.

"...I really don't deserve a friend like you"

Her efforts had been in vain. The trembling remained when she finished her sentence.

In sixteen years, this was the second time ever she had let others see her cry aside from when she was only a baby. The first, of course, was when she used her real tears to lure them in the day they met. Although the story had been mostly fiction...her mother had still done what she did, after all; it hurt Kali too much for her to not cry in response at least that one time. Well, she had cried herself to sleep several nights alone after that, but those were all private moments; this, like that, was in front of other eyes.

Tae looked up at her features, confused by her words and the trembling of her voice. Upon seeing the tears, he panicked and immediately felt guilty. "I-I'm so sorry! All I wanted was-"

"I love it."

Kali cut him off with the truth, unable to let him continue because seeing him start to apologize for such a wonderful present was too cruel to him and too painful for her to watch.

"Don't apologize, please, this is...truly the best gift I have ever received. It's just...I don't deserve something this nice. I don't deserve-" she glanced at him and smiled sadly "...I don't deserve you, Tae."

His kind actions wracked her body with guilt, knowing her true purpose for being there. This moment was so pure, too grand for her that...it really highlighted for her what a terrible beast she was. How could she hate someone so pure, or agree to this deceitful plan just for the approval of a mother who loves her less than the boy in front of her?

THIS was the very moment where she realized that her mother was correct for loving this boy more than her own daughter...but it was also the moment where she had to face her hatred of feeling so inadequate.

From here on out, her kindness on the outside grew whilst the pain in her heart did the same, clouding her mind in darkness.

Maleficent is well known throughout the kingdom as the Dark Fairy, Guardian of the Moors. She is so infamous and feared that nobody had dared ever suspect that she'd given birth to a daughter, not long after Prince Tae-hyung had been born. Through despair and darkness, betrayal and regret, the short story of Kali is finally told.

When the time displayed a sharp 07:10 PM, the doorbell rang.
"Quick!" Giselle loudly whispered.
Ethan and Lia moved in rhythm to answer the call. Lia opened the door to her impatience and met with a large group of people waiting outside.
Andy, in her usual cheerful self, jumped in to hug Lia in jolly surprise while Stephanie waited next to her mother. She appears to have a flushed face upfront and hid behind her mother's shadow.
"Please come in," Giselle greeted and invited them inside their dwelling.
The party regrouped at the living space to make a short introduction.
Giselle introduced Lia's father to everyone, and Ethan addressed all in his raw British sound. His greeting received a warm welcome from its audience.
The ladies fancied over his accent, and the men overwhelmed.
Followed by the host's introduction, it is now the time for the guests to make their debut.
Andy's parents made their first move, and it wasn't surprising as the family as a whole are full of enthusiasm. They racked with the passion of being friendly and are often called the crazy bunch of extroverts.
"I'm Ray Fishel, Andy's father, and this is my wife, Melissa Fishel. Conan here is our youngest boy, and his elder sister, Andy, whom you already know. You two, say your greetings!"
The Fishels arrived in style with their color-coordinated matching outfits. Ray, Andy's father, works as the agent for a real estate agency. His knowledge about places often received praise at his work, and his cheerful nature let him capture the hearts of his clients. He is a passionate man who wishes to draw out the emotions of people and to present them with their home. His success in his field of work aided him to grow substantially, and his face is well-known in the community. He helped many lovely families to find their place to make memories.
Melissa Fishel, Andy's mother, is a television scriptwriter, who writes and co-writes for many TV shows. Most of her work lies with the daytime drama series. She has her diploma from the film school and undertook a different position behind the camera until she found her love for screenwriting. Ever since then, her job is her best friend and her comfort. Melissa, also at times, gets tickets to live screenings due to her work nature.
The love story of Ray meeting Melissa is always the classic as it sounds. Melissa, who was hunting for a place to live, was the first client for Ray to get his job offer reserved. His endurance to make Melissa agree with his selection ended up impressing the entertainment loving freak.
Andy, their first child, was their precious member added to the pair to form a family. Andy received both her parent's great traits, thus making her ever pleasant girl to befriend easily. Two years following Andy's birth came little Conan, Andy's little baby brother. His inclusion circled the family to form a beautiful home, and they lived happily ever since.
According to Ray, it is not the 'no-fights' that makes a family, happily ever after. Despite the fights, tantrums, and misunderstandings, the love and respect that form the foundation, and often be the source for them to get back together, make a family live happy forever.
This persona of Ray's what captured Melissa's heart, and she surrendered it to him since then.
Giselle and Ethan welcomed the Fishel family with a gentle hug while Lia went straight to play with Andy's baby brother. The two girls instinctively began pouring motherly affections to the little boy in his superman tee and black trouser.
"Oh please, the Fishel's always make the best first impression!" Connor commented on the sides.
Giselle smiled as Ray passed the baton to him.
"Finally!" he remarked.
Connor Clifford, Stephanie Clifford's father, introduced himself with a dashing smile. The pediatrician then introduced his wife and a food blog writer, Isobel Clifford.
Isobel runs her website where she tries out the recipes as well as create her own. She works hard on her food blog to make her dream come true, which is to release her cookbook. Isobel's interest in cooking involves often inviting her friends to taste test and put together food tasting experiences exclusively for her group.
Connor and Isobel met through mutual friends. They dated before eventually falling in love with each other. Not only did Connor fell for Isobel, but also her cooking skills. Stephanie is their first child, who retains her mother's calmness with a trace of her father's mischief.
"It's a pleasure to meet you two," Giselle greeted.
"What happened? Why is Stephanie feeling shy today?" Ethan pointed out.
Isobel smiled to pet her daughter's head while Connor informed the reason for her sudden silence.
Connor and Isobel are expecting a child. Stephanie's mother is only a week pregnant with their second child, and the news got published to their beloved daughter the previous night. Learning that soon she would have a baby brother or sister is making the young girl blush, and she stuck to her mother to give company to the growing seed in her tummy.
Despite all, Stephanie wishes for a girl baby as Andy has a brother already.
Ethan cheered for the soon-to-be-big-sister Stephanie, and it made the young girl get redder that she hid behind her mother's dress, covering her face with the garment.
Lia and Andy sparkled after learning the news, and they ran to Isobel to ask all kinds of silly questions to her about the baby in her belly. Isobel answered to her best knowledge.
The only one who is yet to arrive is Jessica and her family. While the rest of the party waits for them, Giselle left the scene to bring out drinks and water for Isobel. They chatted with each other without wavering, quickly bonding over.

IMPORTANT NOTE: You are about to read an LGBT Novel. It is a beautiful love story of two women. 
Lillian Grey and Giselle.
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"Here's my message for you in case if you even care about, don't ever show yourself in front of me, ever again. 
Why?
Because I can't stop myself from loving you if I ever see you again. What you gave me is irreplaceable, I still have it in my heart. It didn't let me live my life in peace."
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Lillian Grey and Giselle are two souls bonded by love yet, pulled apart by the external entities.
The two women meet years later, the subtle fire still tingling inside, allows them to reconcile but, the question to be asked is:
Will they accept it or not?
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Author's Note:
Greetings to all, welcome to the world of 'Get Back to You.'
Thank you for choosing my novel to read. 
A little bit about myself before I take you on this journey:
I'm a 25-year-old female who believes in her fiction world.
There are two things I love the most in this world:
Music and Stories.
Both are my best buddies, and without them, I won't be able to define myself.
So, I request you to listen to the stories I create and have fun reading them. 
Once again, thank you very much for choosing this novel. I hope you have a great time reading it. 
Lots of Love and Gratitudes.

'Get Back to You' is my first child. She came out of nowhere but made a strong impression on my life.
I have had story plots of various genres, but this one became the starting point for me.
'Get Back to You' is my First Novel as a writer. 
I strive to give you good content through my writing, and so, I will avoid mistakes at all costs. If, and only if you were to find any blunders, feel free to give me your views. 
Tell me your opinions and thoughts. Share your favorite moments through comments after reading each chapter.
Support me by voting, liking, and adding my novel to your library.
What else?
Just have fun reading the story. 
Why?
Because I want you to, that's why I created them in the first place.
My stories are not my fantasies but, something that I want people to listen, read, and feel. 
If I can move your emotions through my stories, then that's a victory to me. 'Get Back to You' is a project of mine where I want people to think 'Love is Love.'
I will work hard to achieve it.

Want to reach me, kindly use the discord link:
https://discord.gg/Jdvpn3a

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ANNOUNCEMENT: If you like/love my novel and want to show your support, kindly visit my patreon page.
As of now, I have a single-tier with one dollar per month for you guys to support my novel. All of the money goes into 'me existing as a writer.'
New tiers will appear in the future.
Supporting me on Patreon is solely your wish, and this is just a formal request to place, NO pressure! 
Thank you for listening to my shameless self-promotion. You have my gratitude for that.
Here's the link to my Patreon page:
https://www.patreon.com/ljack_ace 

FINAL WORDS: I love comments, so feel free to voice out your opinions, and you could see me responding to it. My innermost wish is for people to read my novel and have a good time with it.
So, stay awesome and rock it.

Milan was the cradle of Armani, Versace, Prada, Valentino, Moschino, and Dolce & Gabbana... They had all started and developed their businesses there before they had spread all over the world.
Ever since the Renaissance, the city had dedicated itself to art and inspired countless artists.
Milan was a fascinating city for many people.
Qin Guan's agents were talking about his schedule with the staff of the organizing committee. The long list annoyed Qin Guan.
Although there were three days left before the opening show, Qin Guan had to spend his free time working hard. That afternoon would be his only spare time in Milan.
It was a rare opportunity for him to see the city. He wouldn't work all day long, so he wanted to take a food trip around Milan.
Milan had excellent Italian food to offer after all. There were Michelin restaurants everywhere in the city.
When one talked about the historical origins of Chinese and Italian food, they couldn't avoid talking about Marco Polo's carelessness.
His journey to China had made him fall in love with the mysterious oriental cuisine. As a culture ambassador, he had brought the delicious food back to Italy. It was a pity that he had not been an intelligent man though. Chinese dishes were very complicated, and all he had remembered was that in China noodles were served with sauce. He had known nothing about the precise cooking method used. He had also remembered that pancakes were filled, but had not known how to wrap them up with paste.
Lastly, he had known about something called wonton, but forgotten how to cook it. He had just recreated the original food according to his weak memories.
Italians loved pasta, pizza and wonton soup now. Shocked by the delicious food, Europeans honored the Italian cuisine by naming it the second best in Europe.
After the meeting, Qin Guan and the other two ladies decided to try Italian food. They walked along the dark picturesque streets, heading to a restaurant with original Italian dishes.
The traditional Italian stewed rice in combination with the uniquely-cooked meat could give a person magical powers.
AL PONTE DE FERR was a unique restaurant. The food there was delicious, and the view was exquisite.
The customers could look over the canal amid the cool autumn breeze. Under the lamplight down by the river, people felt ready to enjoy a rare beautiful night in Milan.
As Chinese foodies, Qin Guan and his friends ordered traditional Italian rice as an appetizer.
People said that, other than Asians, it was Italians who liked rice the most. According to an Italian saying, rice was born in the water and it died in red wine.
The grains were soaked in the juices of other ingredients, which made them look full and crystal-like. The sliced meat, sausage and vegetables created a very diverse dish.
The rice was covered by rich Parma cheese, which made it smell amazing. The stewed Italian pork stimulated everyone's appetite.
Qin Guan wondered if Marco Polo had been to the Northeast of China, because the traditional Italian dish resembled a unique dish from that area. Italians had just replaced the vermicellis with onion and cabbage.
The white Lugana wine made them feel like they were walking on clouds. The beautiful night and delicious food made them relax and look forward to the fashion celebration.
It was a nice September day in 2003. Qin Guan got up early in the morning and his stylist got busy working on him. This would be his debut in Milan, so he had to be perfect.
His short hair was clean and clear, and there was no powder on his face, only some moistening milk.
He was wearing a traditional outfit designed by Yin Changtao. His upper body was bare. When he put the top on, a boy swallowed his saliva shamelessly.
The sound was deafening in the quiet room, which caused some kind laughter. The boy tried to defend himself.
"I can't help it, he is really tempting. His body is like a gift from God."
"Your reaction was natural. I have been working with him for half a year now, but sometimes I still get distracted..."


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!

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