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


Sometime later, He Desheng heard Boss Pei heave a long sigh through the phone. He began to have mixed feelings. 
First, he could not help but feel disturbed. 
What's the matter with Boss Pei? 
Oh, I know. Boss Pei has just found out that the shared phone booths have moved out of Jingzhou towards the rest of the country. He must be feeling comforted like a mother eagle would after watching her babies fly out of the nest! 
Yes, that must be the case! 
Yet, at the other end of the line, Pei Qian was feeling sorrowful! He had only had ten million yuan to worry about at first, but now it was twenty million yuan. 
The pressure was on! 
"Let me think about it and get back to you." 
After hanging up, Pei Qian flipped through his little notebook, trying to see where he could spend all that money. 
Time was tight. It was too late to find another city and open a few more Fish-Catching Internet Cafe branches. However, he could still keep opening Upwind courier stations. That would be much faster, and he would be able to keep adding more stations until the week before settlement. 
At the same time, he could manufacture more stocks for Otto E1. That would burn money quicker. 
Piling up five thousand cell phones in Otto Technologies' warehouse would cost Pei Qian twenty million yuan. 
Of course, if he managed to sell them all… he would be in a worse state than he was now. 
Apart from all of these, Pei Qian still had an ultimate killer move—the Thriller Hostel project! 
Thriller Hostel could be delayed until the next cycle. A place like that was considered a bottomless pit for money. It would probably have no problem eating up all twenty million yuan. 
Still, unless he absolutely had to, Pei Qian did not want to throw more money into Thriller Hostel. 
If he invested more money, the place would become scarier, the experience would become more exciting, and the surrounding facilities would be perfected sooner. At the end of the day, the project might not be able to incur losses. 
Thus, giving Lu Mingliang more money to open Upwind Courier stations and expand Fish-Catching Complex's reach throughout Lincheng would be his best option. 
Then, he would channel the remaining funds to Otto Technologies and ask Chang You to store more stocks in the warehouse… 
Just as Pei Qian was deep in thought, his cell phone rang again. This time, it was Ma Yiqun. Pei Qian frowned and accepted the call at once. 
"Boss Pei, there's an additional five million yuan in Zhongdian Chinese Network's company account. I've already transferred it over to you!" Ma Yiqun's voice had a hint of pride. 
Pei Qian's mind was filled with question marks. 
After two seconds, he asked, "When did this happen?" 
Ma Yiqun answered, "Just two days ago. 
"We've been settling the previous month's royalties, right? After receiving February's income and after dealing with the company's matters, I asked the finance department to transfer the money to you!" 
Pei Qian's expression darkened, and he frowned. "Didn't I tell you to spend all that money on your own? The authors' class requires funding now. Why are you transferring the money back to me?" 
Ma Yiqun was stunned. "The authors' class has enough funding. 
"Don't worry, Boss Pei. The five million yuan is not all of last month's profit. I've already deducted the website's daily operating expenses, transaction fees, funds for supplementing authors' income, and expenses for the authors' class. I've even set aside a sum of money for other uses. This is what's left. 
"We've also maximized benefits for those attending the authors' class. I don't know where else to spend this money, and so I'm handing it up to you. 
"I heard that Otto E1 is lacking funds now. If we hand this sum of money to them, they should be able to put it to good use!" 
Pei Qian was speechless. 
I don't know where to spend all this money either! How can you transfer the money to me just because you don't know how to spend it? That's so irresponsible! 
You threw five million yuan at me without any warning. I wasn't even mentally prepared. You're making my life very difficult! 
Wait a minute, did Ma Yiqun just say that he had already deducted expenses for the authors' class from this sum? 
Doesn't that mean… 
The website is earning even more now?! 
The website had already started generating profits before. Ma Yiqun tried to transfer the profits to Tengda once, but Pei Qian decisively rejected him and asked him to start the online authors' class. 
The authors' class was to be run continuously. There was one every month. The participants' food and lodging would be provided, and they would be paid a salary and given insurance as well. Logically, all the money should have been gone by now. 
Why was there an additional five million yuan from the previous month's revenue?! 
The sensitive Pei Qian realized that something was amiss. He quickly asked, "Did Zhongdian Chinese Network's profits increase again in February?"
The moment he finished speaking, Pei Qian felt strange. Why did I say 'again'? 
Ma Yiqun smiled. "Of course, Boss Pei. That's all thanks to your great planning! 
"The facts have shown that your decision to invest all the website's profits into the online authors' class had been a wise and forward-thinking one! 
"In the short term, we generated fewer profits. However, the benefits of the authors' class are infinite! 
"Firstly, we gave unregulated, ill-disciplined authors a fixed working schedule and more security in life. Thus, they could focus on writing and improving their novels. 
"Secondly, authors have a platform to communicate, learn, and improve their own skills. That means Zhongdian Chinese Network's mid-tier writers are growing at a rapid pace! 
"Lastly, the Tengda spirit classes you've been organizing for the authors have been termed 'inspiring'. Instead of only wanting to write more, they're now focusing on maintaining both quality and quantity. Overall, the novels on our website are moving towards excellence. That'll be very helpful to retain readers! 
"Most importantly, Cui Geng's The Butterfly Game has pleasantly surprised us. It has broken the record for subscriptions, and news has spread throughout the online literature industry. Many authors have noticed the high upper limit for Zhongdian Chinese Network's online novels and have come over to start writing as well. 
"As more and more novels appear on the website, there's also more and more quality content. Readers are also becoming more loyal and hardworking in keeping up with the novels! 
"All in all, Zhongdian Chinese Network is a whole new website now!" 
Pei Qian almost had a panic attack halfway through. 
The Tengda spirit classes have been termed 'inspiring'? Instead of only wanting to write more, they're now focusing on maintaining both quality and quantity? 
That's not right. I thought they were supposed to become slackers! 
Although Pei Qian was confused and he did not know how the lessons on the Tengda spirit had become so problematic, he was still in touch with reality. 
"Immediately stop holding the lessons on the Tengda spirit!" Pei Qian immediately said.
"Ah, alright, Boss Pei. That's what I was thinking, too." Ma Yiqun was in complete agreement. 
Pei Qian, "?"
Ma Yiqun continued speaking, "Actually, we're going with a mentoring model for the second authors' class. An experienced author would be paired with a new one. Almost all the experienced authors have already received lessons on the Tengda spirit at Tengda's headquarters before. 
"Now, we're counting on the lessons being passed down through the various generations of authors. That would spread the Tengda spirit, and the HR department would not have to bear this burden any longer. 
"That's why I was thinking of doing away with this step." 
Pei Qian, "…" 
Oh no, it's too late! 
The Tengda spirit had spread to the entire authors' class, just as Pei Qian had hoped. However, the effects were drastically different from what he had imagined! 
Could it be… that the enemy was in the HR department and right beside him?!
However, on further thought, Pei Qian became more confused. 
No one in the department worked overtime! 
They had held the second selection for the winner of the Zero Overtime Competition at the end of the previous month. This time, more than half of the departments won, except Fei Huang Workspace. That was because it had had a particularly busy month, and the staff had ended up working overtime a few days. 
Even Tengda Games, the stubborn department, had shown marked improvement. It had not applied for permission to work overtime last month. 
Based on Tang Yishu's regular reports, nobody was secretly working overtime, too…
All the departments in Tengda's headquarters seemed to be living out the Tengda spirit very well. 
Where was the problem, then? 
Had it been there from the beginning, or had it only appeared when authors started attending lessons on the Tengda spirit? Was that how it affected the other authors? 
If it was the latter, Pei Qian would just have to 'isolate' the authors. Yet, if it was the former…
Pei Qian felt a sharp pain in his head.
He was very confused. On one hand, his already fragile mental state was on the brink of collapse now that he had an additional 25 million yuan to get rid of for no reason. On the other hand, he could not figure out why the various businesses seemed to be improving despite his efforts to encourage his employees to slack more. 
"Boss Pei, if there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up now. I don't want to hold you up," said Ma Yiqun. 
Pei Qian quickly stopped him, breaking his train of thought. "Wait!"
"Er… what else do you need, Boss Pei?" Ma Yiqun asked. 
After pondering for a long time, Pei Qian said through gritted teeth, "Change the way Zhongdian Chinese Network splits revenue. Make it 70-30, where all authors get seventy percent of revenue effective from this month!" 
Pei Qian was going all out now. 
In the long term, this move would probably increase traffic on the website. However, Pei Qian could not bother too much about it now. 
He had to think about this cycle's settlement! 
March's income would increase for sure. The incoming funds would be enough to make Pei Qian want to cough up blood by the end of the month.
Thus, he had to get rid of as much of Zhongdian Chinese Network's income as possible! 
That way, the website's income would immediately fall by forty percent. At the very least, Pei Qian would have millions of yuan less to worry about. 
The best that the System would allow was a 20-80 split, but Pei Qian was afraid that only taking twenty percent of the revenue would invite too many authors. Then, the consequences would be dire. Thus, he stuck with 30-70. 
Although Infinite Chinese Network's split was 50-50, other websites on the market also split revenue 30-70. By following suit, not only would Pei Qian be able to reduce Zhongdian Chinese Network's income, but he would also not raise suspicions. 
Ma Yiqun hesitated, and then said, "Alright, Boss Pei. I understand." 
Obviously, he thought that Boss Pei was continuing to burn money to attract more readers. 
Pei Qian could not be bothered to explain himself. Instead, he allowed Ma Yiqun to conjure up his own explanation. 
After hanging up, Pei Qian felt even more sorrowful. 
Misfortune really never came singly! 
Two days ago, he had been worried about spending ten million yuan. Now, that sum had turned into 25 million yuan! 
Setting up more Upwind Courier stations alone would get rid of five million yuan at most; they took time to set up. Pei Qian had to finish all projects a week before settlement, and trying to set up too many at ones could easily cause problems. 
As for the remaining twenty million yuan… 
Through gritted teeth, Pei Qian decided to invest them all into manufacturing phones for Otto Technologies!


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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He fires the gun, with a blindfold covering his eyes. 
She leads herself, though she doesn't know where's the road. 
They play with death, with a dagger in their hands.  

Copyrighted (C) 2015 by NJ_Geminae

Alex was walking to the library. He had a strong love for thriller books. He always find time to read, even under hectic workdays. The library was just one block away from his office. So, he visited it on a daily basis and borrowed books often. As usual, he entered the library to greet the librarian, who was a very friendly man. But, he was nowhere to be seen today. Instead a young lady occupies the librarian's chair. 
Alex felt awkward, because he waved to the seat as usual, but today, the person on the seat was a lady that he didn't know. Catherine was at first surprised to see a stranger waving at her like he knew her well. Then, she understood what happened, by the look on Alex's face. He had a sheepish look on his face. Anyway, he walked up to the lady and asked "Is Martin on leave today? ". "No, he was transferred from here. It was unexpected. And, I'm the new librarian ", she replied with charm. "Oh, I didn't knew that! Why would he be transferred, all of a sudden? ", Alex questioned politely. "Well, this is a government library. They do such things more often here. Only god knows, what is in their minds" she chuckled. Alex smiled and extended his hands to her "I'm Alex, one of your daily faces". "I'm Catherine. Pleasure meeting you", she replied.
Alex was impressed by her. A good-looking and charming young lady. He went on to his world of thriller books. As usual, he started choosing a book. Presently, he was into Dan Brown books. Such a classy writer! Alex always thought about the work, the writer should've done, inorder to complete the book. And he felt Dan Brown outruns most of the authors in that aspect. He took out Digital Fortress from the collection and went over to his usual seat, near the glass window.
After spending an hour on the book, he went to the librarian to request a borrowal, before leaving. Catherine grinned at him. "Where are you from? ", Alex asked her. "I live nearby, just 5 blocks from here", she replied. "Oh, I thought you were transferred from a long way to here", Alex said. "No, I'm new to the profession. And I was lucky enough to grab an opportunity in this library", she answered his doubt. "Ok. I would like to borrow this book...", Alex continued and took a few minutes to leave the library. He discovered a newfound liking for Catherine. He found her extremely beautiful and charming. Alex walked back home, thinking about Digital Fortress, but with intervening thoughts of Catherine from time to time.

A working man tackling some twisting situations that unfold in front of him, when he discovers that his wife is in an affair with someone. 
Alex works as the senior hacker in one of the most famous private intelligence agency. His wife Catherine seems to have an affair with a random guy, Steve. Or, that is what it seems to be happening. Alex is a brilliant guy, who faces his problems wisely. He finds that Steve targeted him, by using his wife as a bait. 
Why is Steve targeting Alex? Who is Steve? What about the affair? Find out the answers by diving into this thriller- pool!?

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"The Book Concert Ends in a Massive Success! Eight Authors on the Subject of Death. Their Portrayal in 'The Beginning and the End?'"

"Yun Woo, Nowhere to be Found at the Concert, Left Fans Disappointed."

"An Author Recognized by San Jung Youn, Yun Woo Writes the Most Superior Piece Out of the Nine Pieces. Authors Respond." 

"Authors' Responses to Questions Regarding Yun Woo. Exposing Yun Woo's identity!"

"The Secret of Yun Woo. How Did He Write 'River?' A Closer Look."

"All the Hottest Authors in One Place? A Subtle Mind Game between San Jung Youn and Joon Soo Bong. Authors Fight for Yun Woo's Position." 

"Yun Woo and the Intensity of His Work According to the Authors. The Finest of this Generation."

"Mideum Testified about Yun Woo's Studio? How Much Does He Write?"

"Yun Woo Hid in the Audience the Entire Time? The Controversial Review from Fans - 'He Might Have Been in the Audience.' Did Any of the Eight Give a Subtle Hint? Was Yun Woo Really There?"

"Yun Woo Likely Attended as an Audience Member. Authors Leave Answers Open. 'Was He Sitting Next to Me?'"

"There was a student sitting next to me at the concert! It would've been so cool if he was Yun Woo."

"I sat next to some grandpa. No hope there."

"You never know. Who knows if that's Yun Woo?"

"There was a grandma sitting next to me. Could it be…...?!?" 

"Normally, I would find things like this absurd, but this time, I actually find myself doubting it. That piece was NOT the work of an eighteen-year-old."

"Everyone who read it will agree. Yun Woo's writing is way beyond his age, already."

"Oh, right. I forgot he was eighteen. I'm reading 'River' for the twentieth time, and it still sends chills down my spine. It's not even a thriller or anything."

"I heard Joon Soo Bong's interpretation of 'River' at the concert, and apparently, it might be talking about the society we live in. In other words, the death in the book is the death that we will all experience in the future."

"I have no clue what that means. Well, in any case, you're saying that his piece was the best out of the nine, right?"

"Correct."

"Yep."

""Eh, that sounds kind of rash. I mean, wasn't San Jung Youn's pretty good? I'm so thankful that she came out with a new piece so soon.""

"It does feel kind of floaty though. There's something about it that makes it not as relatable as Yun Woo's."

"Seriously? Do you know anything about literature?"

"Hey man, take a chill pill. It's just an opinion. No need to get all worked up."

"I agree. In that case, every single author who wrote in that magazine has at least a decade of experience, so they had to be above average, at the very least."

"Yet, Yun Woo managed to secure his place among those veteran authors."

"Even San Jung Youn recognized him."

"If writing was something that was judged solely on experience, Yun Woo would be way at the bottom. Writing has nothing to do with age or experience."

"What the heck? Did you just say that? This is what happens when you judge Korean literature in its entirety based solely on Yun Woo. We don't find prodigies in the literary world anymore for a reason, and Yun Woo was just lucky, just like his name, 'Coincidence.' People aren't doubting his age for no reason."

"All that matters is how immersive a book is. On that note, I vote Yun Woo."

"Ditto."

"Second that."

"No matter what Yun Woo writes from now on, he won't be able to outdo 'River.'"

Sitting under a tree, Juho stared out at the schoolyard in the distance. As the recess bell rang, the kids went their own ways while in their P.E clothes, playing soccer, dodgeball, or basketball.

"Don't they ever get tired?" Seo Kwang murmured. Although he was rather distant from physical activities, he couldn't bring books to read in P.E, so with his legs crossed while resting his chin on his hand, he watched the students who were more active than him from afar.

"I mean, recess isn't even that long, but they still run out of their classes with a ball in their hands. They eat lunch faster so that they can play soccer, right? I feel like they come to school to run around in the schoolyard," Seo Kwang said, staring at them as if looking at someone from another world. 

At that, Juho said mockingly, "They'd probably say something similar to what you said: 'Doesn't he ever get tired of reading?'"

"What?! When??"

"When you read."

To be more precise… 

"I'm just going off of what I've seen so far. Recess isn't even that long, but the first thing you do is to take out a book and read. You read while eating and during class, behind the textbook. They might feel like you come to school to read." 

"Those pricks," Seo Kwang let out, unaware that he was making a fool out of himself. To which...

"Right?" 

… Juho simply agreed, quietly. 

"They're freshmen, right?" Seo Kwang asked as he turned his head, and just like he had said, those who had gathered around in the schoolyard were freshmen. Although they had a P.E teacher, he simply allowed them to have free time after leading a brief stretching session. Because the sophomores had taken over the schoolyard, the freshmen were mostly hanging out in the corner of the yard, talking.


"Wait, isn't that Bo Suk?"

At that moment, Juho recognized the protruding gem among the group. At which point, that gem began to walk straight through the swarm of sophomores playing sports. Her hair moved about busily.

"Yep. That's her."

"She's coming our way, right?"

Because she had already arrived, there was no need for confirmation. Having ran in their direction, she stopped in front of Juho and bowed. 

"Hello!" she greeted the two with confidence. As Juho pointed out to her that there was sand on her knees, she brushed them off impatiently. Then, sitting next to Seo Kwang, she asked Juho out of nowhere, "You're a genius, right, Juho?" 

At that, having been staring absentmindedly at the pull-up bars in the distance, Juho turned his head toward her, but what came into view was the back of Seo Kwang's head.

"Do you have any idea of how stupid this guy is? You'll be shocked when you see his linguistics grades," Seo Kwang said as if trying to obliterate the innocent delusion of the freshman. Then, as Juho, too, remembered his linguistics grades, he couldn't say otherwise. 

At which point, Bo Suk shook her head, adding, "Oh, no. Not that. What else can I mean when I say that he's a genius?"

It was brutal honesty, but she didn't stop there.

"So, you're a genius, right?" 

At the simple question, Juho answered with a question, "If I say that I am, does that mean I really am a genius?"

"Uh… I guess so? Now that you mention it, what would that mean for actual geniuses, then?" Bo Suk said, blinking in confusion, and at that, an impatient look appeared on Seo Kwang's face.

"You just know. 'Oh, yeah. This person's a genius,' or 'Oh. This guy's an idiot.'"

Because there was no certificate of any sort that would prove that one was a genius, those around them had to rely on their instincts as their primary indicator, and because of that, the results were subjective. 

Then, after a brief thought, Bo Suk went on to explain why she brought up the subject, "So, while I was talking to my friends, things like colleges and careers came up, and that's where we branched off to things like talents and effort." 

"Happens often."

"Then, I thought of you because I, personally, consider authors to be a genius." 

At that moment, Juho locked eyes with her.

"I thought that you were the first genius I had seen in person."

"... Really?"

"But the standards don't seem to be all that impressive. Maybe there are more geniuses in this world than I thought." 

At that, Seo Kwang shook his head, pitying the naive freshman.

"There's nothing stricter or more cumbersome than meeting subjective standards. It takes sacrifice of your pride and being exceptionally outstanding on something."

"What does that mean?"

"Why do you think that this guy is the only genius you've ever met in your entire life when there might be more geniuses in this world than you thought? It's because you've already made up your mind not to consider just anybody a genius." 

Bo Suk blinked while thinking back on the time when she read Yun Woo's story for the first time. What had come out of her ahead between pride or mindset had been an exclamation. 

"That's my case, anyway. I have high standards," Seo Kwang said as a way to wrap up the conversation. Considering the number of books he had read up to that point, it only made sense that he would have high standards.

"I concur," Bo Suk said. She was honest, and being honest with oneself was a powerful tool that served them well in life. 

From her answer, Juho thought, 'She'll be a good writer.'

At which point, Bo Suk asked again, "Well, do you consider yourself to be a genius, Juho?"

The question was better-phrased that time, and Juho looked at the other students, who were wiping their sweat with their clothes after running around the schoolyard.

"I still have a ways to go."

"C'mon, now."

"Well, that was disappointing."

Seo Kwang and Bo Suk said, simultaneously. Then, she directed her question to another person. Looking at Seo Kwang, she asked, "Do YOU think that Juho is a genius?"

At that, Juho looked at his friend, or more precisely, the back of his friend's head, which answered, "I think he still is."

"Still is?" Bo Suk asked, and the head nodded affirmingly. 

"I think he is a genius still. I can't think of another word that would describe him. At least, in that field, anyway."

"Does that mean that there could be a time when you think otherwise? Can you lose the title genius, kind of like a fallen genius?"

It was more than possible, and Juho's flinching hand was proving that. Then, the head said quietly, "We'll see when the time comes."

At that, Bo Suk briefly lowered her head as if she understood, but soon, a puzzled look appeared on her face.

"Then, what's above a genius? What would be the opposite of plummeting?"

At the seemingly naive question, Seo Kwang sneered while Juho listened to their conversation quietly.

"What's the point of knowing either of those? Words don't come with numbers, you know."

Instead, every word carried its own, distinct feel. They had shape, smell, flavor, and texture, allowing them to dig deeper into people's hearts. Something slightly greater than the word genius. Something slightly more dated. Something that seemed wiser and more admirable. 

"I don't know."

"Well, my friend, you have a lot more writing to do," Seo Kwang said, bragging. 

One could think that he was Yun Woo. Seo Kwang was aware of the readers' evaluations of Yun Woo's new short story, 'River,' which was: The best work by Yun Woo, yet. At the same time, there were those who went even further, saying that Yun Woo's skill had finally reached its limit and that he had written the masterpiece of his life, as if he wouldn't be able to outdo himself in the future. Although it was subtle, there was covet and jealousy behind those words, which hoped for Yun Woo's downfall.

Then, he remembered his meeting with Nam Kyung not too long ago, who had also expressed concerns, saying that Juho could take his time writing his next piece in order to comfort him about something. Jang Mi and Nabi had behaved in the exact same manner, and although they weren't explicit about it, other fellow authors had to be feeling the same way. They had to be wondering if he was OK after writing such an intense piece with little regard for emotional consequences, if he was struggling with the weight of it. They had to be wondering if he would be able to surpass his own achievement.

Whether it was for better or for worse, Juho was OK because he had no idea if what he had written was good or not. After sending his manuscript of 'River' to Dae Soo, Juho wasn't able to sleep for an entire week, and he knew that it was nowhere near enough to earn him the title which he yearned for, The Great Storyteller. He knew he could do better… Probably.

"Me too," Juho said, and Seo Kwang and Bo Suk looked at him.

"I think I need to write more, too."

At that moment, a stark contrast appeared in their expressions, but Juho paid no attention to them. There were two people hanging on the pull-up bar, and the teacher was dozing off while sitting on a chair of mysterious origin. It was a battle without a referee.

"Yeah, sure, don't mind us, or anybody around you for that matter. Ugh. It's like we have to worry FOR you."

"That's incredible, Juho. You're just that word I was looking for: the one above genius. Hm… like… a cloud!" 

"Didn't you say they looked like stools, last time?"

"I sure did."

Then, the bell rang, and the three rose from their seats under the tree.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

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Love Lust contains foul,offensive,vulgar words,explicit mature content, NOT SUITABLE for every young readers or sensitive minds for below 10 years old. (haha joke)

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Love Lust MBWL Series 1

Amber Young 

She's a good girl with bad habits. A goddess of her own hell. Never thought that she will be dancing with the devil someday. 

Until then Red Lewis a simple man but full of authority. A sadist man. 

What would happen if the two of them meet?
Will love find its way? 
Or is it just between love or lust?

Red and Amber's Story

MBWL series 1

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This is a work of fiction. Names, Character, Businesses,Places, Events, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in fictitious manner. 

Any resemble to actual events or with other stories is purely coincidential. 

PLEASE BE OPEN-MINDED

My Brothers White Lies contains foul,offensive,vulgar words,explicit mature content, NOT SUITABLE for every young readers or sensitive minds for below 10 years old. (haha joke)

This story is unedited,so expect typos, wrong spellings and grammatical errors. 

if you're looking for a perfect story, you're free to go and don't continue reading this. Thank you! 

-READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 

and also this is my first time writing or publishing a romantic thriller story, so i hope you like it. 

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Skyler Wilson, one of the famous and rich Wilsons. 

Not just three or five, but six hot brothers

I mean look how lucky she was for having a Six hot damn brothers? 

Even though their house, their rules. She still know how to get along with them. 

But... in every story there's a conflict, in every story there's a problem. 
But the best way to escape from your problem is to solve them. 

" I LOVE LISTENING TO EVERY LIES, WHEN I ALREADY KNOW THE TRUTH"

She's just a simple person who hides a thousands of feelings behind her genuine smile was a melancholic eyes. 

and the most worst of all is that she loves listening to her brothers WHITE LIES.

-PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME 
This is a work of fiction. Names, Character, Businesses,Places, Events, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in fictitious manner. 

Any resemble to actual events or with other stories is purely coincidential. 

PLEASE BE OPEN-MINDED

Her Crown contains foul,offensive,vulgar words,explicit mature content, NOT SUITABLE for every young readers or sensitive minds for below 10 years old. (haha joke)

This story is unedited,so expect typos, wrong spellings and grammatical errors. 

if you're looking for a perfect story, you're free to go and don't continue reading this. Thank you! 

-READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 

and also this is my first time writing or publishing a romantic thriller story, so i hope you like it. 

Please also VOTE or if you mind leaving a COMMENT or even following me in WebNovel. 
THANKS! 

Also this story is SLOW UPDATE

if you can't wait.. then you can't 

May amats si author kaya maganda ang story. CHOS. 

ENJOY READING!

Her Crown MBWL' s Series 4 the story of Jake Coleman and Julia Nostalgia. 

Some says a lady doesn't need a king to be a queen. 

She's cinderella by day and SINderella by night. 

Life is a big game either to be a queen and rule or become a toy break choice is yours. 

"He's a keeper, too bad you didn't keep him" 


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DEDICATION: 
   I dedicate this book firstly to God almighty, then to my mother and siblings as well as friends and well wishers. I appreciate the immense support you've shown to me. I wish to acknowledge also Wendu Chime a close friend of mine as without you I wouldn't have thought of doing this.
	 
DISCLAIMER: 
    The contents of this book are solely my words and should not be reproduced, redistributed and stored in any retrieval system such as photocopies without the Authors permission. 

COPYRIGHT ©️ 2020 OLIVIA JUDITH CHINENYE 

This book is a series and part 2 is currently under construction!

BLURB: 
    Before Us is an enthralling story that dives into the world of typical Nigerian businesses and depicts how everything is always not what it seems, as well as also, a struggle for money and power no matter the means. Jacob is set at the centre of this heartbreaking tale which goes against everything and all the odds directed straight at him with the puzzling appearance of a new woman on the sidelines. 
  A suspense thriller that would keep you on edge as every twist is a new mystery with a secret divulged, giving birth to more. Who triumphs at the end or does Jacob give in to the dark soul that lay inside him to join the bloody war.

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