White Girl By Treasure Marie Denise Jackson

White Girl is about a little girl named Amaris, who is Caucasian from Irish descent, she is a pure Irish kid born in America.

So, she ended up in foster care at the tender young age of 1 week old.

One day, a black couple, the man named Jackson of African descent, and the woman Timairia from Caribbean descent, came to adopt a white baby.

One day, in their adult age, Timairia killed a white person and her man named Jackson took his body and hid it behind a tree for the police to see. But the police never knew it was them that killed the white man.

One day, they decided to get a white baby and mistreat the baby for the sole purpose of revenge against white people.

The Social worker was happy to have them adopt Amaris, after two years, she was legally adopted by them Because baby adoptions take long then when they brought her home, everyone thought it was a happy day for the black couple. It was a happy day for them, because they got what they wanted but not for Amaris, who was relentlessly abused by them, but why? Because, they weren't adopting her because they wanted a baby, they wanted her to get revenge on white people, you see, The woman's parents were killed by the KKK, and the man's parents were kidnapped by white people, it happened when they were children, and when they went into foster care, white foster carers were cruel to them.

They planned to rape, enslave, batter, and even kill the baby when it reached 19.
Their plan was actually going as planned, however, they failed to kill the child.

RedBeeSAndAmber2's Real Name is Treasure Marie Denise Jackson and I am her, I collaborated with GOD A.K.A. Jesus Christ To help me write this book.

White Girl By Treasure Marie Denise Jackson

White Girl is about a little girl named Amaris, who is Caucasian from Irish descent, she is a pure Irish kid born in America.

So, she ended up in foster care at the tender young age of 1 week old.

One day, a black couple, the man named Jackson of African descent, and the woman Timairia from Caribbean descent, came to adopt a white baby.

One day, in their adult age, Timairia killed a white person and her man named Jackson took his body and hid it behind a tree for the police to see. But the police never knew it was them that killed the white man.

One day, they decided to get a white baby and mistreat the baby for the sole purpose of revenge against white people.

The Social worker was happy to have them adopt Amaris, after two years, she was legally adopted by them Because baby adoptions take long then when they brought her home, everyone thought it was a happy day for the black couple. It was a happy day for them, because they got what they wanted but not for Amaris, who was relentlessly abused by them, but why? Because, they weren't adopting her because they wanted a baby, they wanted her to get revenge on white people, you see, The woman's parents were killed by the KKK, and the man's parents were kidnapped by white people, it happened when they were children, and when they went into foster care, white foster carers were cruel to them.

They planned to rape, enslave, batter, and even kill the baby when it reached 19.
Their plan was actually going as planned, however, they failed to kill the child.

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This is a tale of an unwilling soldier who escapes war and finds a new family in an unlikely ally. The soldier gets more than he bargained for when his life is bombarded with new responsibilities, friends, family, love and a war within himself

Kent Anderson is that popular guy every age group adore . But yet everyone knows very little about him . Except  that he is a hardworking white collar guy who lives in the neighborhood .

Everyone is charmed by him . And that includes his next door Neighbour Faith Middleton .

Faith Middleton is a college dropout ,  working part times  trying to survive in this expensive world . 
'A useless millenial ' as in her mother's vocabulary .

The love advisor for all but a hopeless fool herself . She has been single pretty much her whole life . Regardless she believes in romance and true love. 

Fate tied their note and brought them together again and again . What's undeniable is their chemistry

What's meant to be will always  find a way

Kent Anderson is that popular guy every age group adores. But yet everyone knows very little about him. Except that he is a hardworking white-collar guy who just moves into the neighborhood.

Everyone is charmed by him. And that includes his next-door Neighbour Faith Middleton.

Faith Middleton is a college dropout,  working part-times trying to survive in this expensive world. 
'A useless millennial ' as in her mother's vocabulary.

The love advisor for all but a hopeless fool herself. She has been single pretty much her whole life. Regardless she believes in romance and true love. 

Fate tied their note and brought them together again and again. What's undeniable is their chemistry? 

What's meant to be will always  find a way

jenny born from great witch family, who has one son and one daughter, jenny is third child, jenny want to freedom from magical realism but she has follow the magical law and become a servant of non- limit sealer. her mother is famous witch, but her ego is higher for love of daughter, jenny was limit for magic power, because of the magical war, human effect by them, some human also effect by them, but some evil magician hunt limit sealer., as for the law 3rd child of magician alway an limit sealer. but jenny was attack by black witch.

ANDREA'S CROSS THE hall friend is another single mom, a tall thin young African American woman named Shameka Pressly. Shameka works data entry for Silverman Sacks on Liberty Street on the graveyard  shift.  She actually  works  for  a temporary  employment agency but she's been assigned to Silverman Sacks for over a year now.  Anyhow, she gets out of work at four in the morning and heads straight home. She walks to the subway with some other women and she usually catches the crosstown bus at Lexington and One Sixteenth and gets on the elevator and starts being a mommy. Latoya, her five year old daughter, sleeps over at Andrea's. It's like a tag team. Shameka takes over in the daytime. She dreams of deep uninterrupted sleep and someone, anyone, to help out. In the daytime. Thank God Hector is not too much of a rough houser and Latoya gets along fine with him. Pleasant Avenue Houses is one of the safest Housing Projects in the city. The cops have  cameras  in  the elevators, the staircases, the hallways and the lanes, the  playgrounds  and parking lots outside. You never  see  a  routine Housing Police patrol but maybe that's because there isn't all that much crime. They keep the maintenance so-so to okay at Pleasant Houses. Each building has 21 floors of apartments, twenty-two apartments on a floor.
   Boys, of course, will be boys. What man who has grown up as a latchkey kid can say that he never did shit when he was a boy? And so some boys will fool around in the elevators. Stuff like pressing every stop, climbing up through the escape hatch and stopping the elevator. So sometimes the elevators break down from both use and abuse. Andrea believes that the contractors that fix the elevators when they break down don't do a good job on purpose so that they can come back because it's all about the Benjamins. Usually it's just one elevator is out of order. That leaves one good elevator. Sometimes it's both elevators that are not working. This morning it was both elevators. What goes for the elevators also goes for the building entrances. Sometimes the lock doesn't lock so just anyone can get into the building. 
  This early morning saw a trifecta of bad luck. No running elevator, an unlocked entrance and an unwanted visitor to the building. Shameka Pressly climbed a stairway up into that bad luck. An arm grabbed her from behind on the fifteenth floor and she was flung down to the fourteenth floor. She screamed. Her blouse had been torn open and her skirt had been lifted up. Shameka had been raped and battered. This was duly recorded on two NYPD video cameras, so they know that it really happened.
   Now meet the NYPD Rubber Gun Squad, guardians of public safety in the projects.
   Here is a partial transcript of the video of NYPD Internal Affairs Bureau Detective Chip Santiago interviewing Patrolman Eric Budos: 
CS: At five twelve am or 0512 hours on the morning of August 14, 2010 where were you assigned to be? 
EB: I was assigned to Housing District J's video cam watch. CS: Where is that assignment located? Is it an outdoor post? EB: It's an indoor post located in room 3J55 at NYPD Tech Center. But I... 
CS: Were you at your post at that time? 
EB: No, I was standing in front of Tech Center having a smoke. CS: And sipping some beer from a concealed can? 
EB: No, it was soda, a Doctor Zip Sugar Free. 
CS: And the can of soda, was it exposed or concealed? 
EB I don't remember. 
CS: We have a video of you standing there at that time. You are depicted holding a brown paper bag with what looks like a beverage can inside it. Did you know that the entire building and the spaces around it are under surveillance? 
EB Yes. 
CS: Had you been properly relieved of your post when you left it? 
EB: Ummmmm what do you mean? 
CS: Had your supervisor given you permission to leave your post. Had she put another officer in your post to cover it? EB: No, I didn't know you have to get permission for that. 
CS: When was your duty at the post over for that morning? 
EB: Six hundred hours. 
CS: And what did you do at six hundred hours? 
EB: I made a final entry into my log book. 
CS: And what did that entry say? I mean the one you wrote? EB: No incident to report. 
CS: For how long have you been assigned to the video squad? 
EB: Since April 12 1995. 
CS: How did you get this assignment? Did you put in for it? 
EB: No. 
CS: Was there an event that resulted in you obtaining this assignment? 
EB: I don't know. 
CS: Are you authorized to carry a firearm? 
EB: No. 
CS: Have you noticed if any of the other patrol personnel carry weapons on this post? 
EB: Only the sergeants and the brass. 
CS: That's odd, isn't it? I mean for a cop not to be allowed to carry a weapon? Do you know why you aren't allowed to carry a weapon? 
EB: I don't know. This isn't fair. What's the big deal here?
  Here's a partial transcript of the video of Internal Affairs Bureau Detective Alphonso Alphonse interviewing patrolwoman Janice Steele: AA: What was your assignment at 0512 hours on the morning of august 14, 2010? 
JS: I was assigned to sweep building one staircases from bottom to top and top to bottom staircases A and B in Building One. 
AA: Did you understand that assignment when it was given to you? 
JS: Yes Sergeant Schwartz told me that Lieutenant Ramirez was pissed at me so I was going to do some climbing for a while. 
AA: Did you carry out that assignment? 
JS: No. 
AA: Why? 
JS: It wasn't fair to make me climb all those steps. The elevator was broken anyhow. AA: And what did a broken elevator, two broken elevators in fact, have to do with this? 
JS: Usually patrol personnel on this assignment take an elevator to the top floor and walk down the stairs, not up them. The team splits up one does stairway A the other does stairway B. 
AA: What was your assignment on August 13th? 
JS: Staircase sweep bottom to top, top to bottom  in Building Two at Pleasant Avenue PJ's. AA: Did you perform that sweep? 
JS: I don't recall. 
AA: Did you make any official entry into any record regarding the sweep of building one on the 14th of August? 
JS: I don't recall. I must have. AA hands a document to JS. AA: Does this look familiar? 
JS: It looks a little like my handwriting. I'm not sure. 
AA: Can you read me the words over the signature? 
JS: It says: Sweep complete. No incident to report. 
   Shameka Jones spent three days and three nights in Metropolitan Hospital trauma ward. If you know your New York history, there once was an Hispanic looking white young woman who was attacked and left bleeding in Central Park. She had no identification on her. Being a person of dark complexion (for a Caucasian) it was assumed that the Central Park Jogger was a Puerto Rican woman and she was taken by the ambulance crew to Metropolitan Hospital. When the woman's identity was uncovered (non Latina white) Mayor Koch was told about this and he is said to have blown a fuse and he ordered her to be sent to "A decent hospital." I don't know if that's really what happened, it's just something that some people believe they heard on the news. Actually Metropolitan is pretty good especially for trauma. 
The next day Shameka went to the Special Victims/Sex Crime Unit Office uptown on Broadway. A detective looked up from his coffee cup and told her that the case belonged to Detective Colon. Colon was on vacation  and the detective didn't know when Colon was coming back. "The best thing for you to do is call in every day till you catch her and make an appointment." "But I was raped and beaten and thrown down the stairs in front of two police video cameras. Don't you have any questions for me to answer? Don't you have anything to say to me?" 
"Lady didn't a cop just tell you what you have to do?" Shameka sat there for a minute pulling herself together. Back home Andrea had cooked a Puerto Rican favorite asopao, a gumbo, thicker than a soup but not quite a stew. Andrea's asopao is a favorite with Shameka and the kids. (Andrea is quite a cook but The Greek prefers that she wait tables. She's a magnet for business.) Shameka told about the visit she had with the Special Victims Squad. Of course everyone at the table commiserated with Shamika. And of course what concerned everybody is the fact that there is a rapist on the loose, probably in the neighborhood.   
   Billy had an idea as to what to do next. He said "I know this sounds crazy but I want a bunch of people go back to Special Victims Squad with Shameka. I even want to ask the quiet lady to come with us. She has a hookup you know with the city council or something. The best one to ask her to help is Shamika." 
   Billy was alone in his plan.   
   Next day Shameka called Special Victims asking for Detective Colon. Colon was put on the phone after a few minutes on hold. Shamika explained who she was and what she was calling about. "Oh yeah. I remember, that illegal entry and criminal mischief case. Those are misdemeanors you know.  We transferred the case to your Precinct." 
"Criminal Mischief? Criminal Mischief?  I was raped. I was thrown down the stairs. I was in the hospital for 3 days. This must be a mistake. You got me confused with someone else" "    
   "I interviewed you while you were in the hospital myself. You never said anything about being raped and there is no **** kit.  Let me look it up now.  Yeah, Detective Fino  has the case at the 25th precinct.  if you think you have any information that will help the investigation you should get in touch with her." 
   "But they had me all doped up in the hospital. How could you interview me?" "Lady, a cop just explained what you should do."

THOUGH IT'S LONG PAST MIDNIGHT, Archer stands at the door, shaking his head in refusal at my offer to come in.
His white-knuckled grip curls around the iron banister sloping the length of the back staircase: a mesh metal matrix with small platforms and a steep incline; the definition of having your heart in your throat at each step, hugging yourself and balancing on tiptoe while the world is surrendering beneath your heels and you don't know whether you're moments from falling or flying. 
Moonlight endows him. Silver spins his outline, a spindled fabric made of stardust. Archer Finley looks at home in the night, his irises a reflection of storm clouds; of volcanic ash building in the heart of the volcano. 
He shoves his hands in his pockets. Wind whips through his charcoal hair, while the beanie is fisted in his fingers, grey folds of fabric escaping his grip, escaping the denim confines of his pocket.
"I don't want to intrude," he finally says. Jutting out his chin in some semblance of a nod, he continues, "Yeah, that's it. No intrusion. It's late, and your mum's home…"
"She's not," I say. "And even if she was, you're a friend. I think Eb and I would both prefer if you slept here instead of driving back to yours; it's pretty far, isn't it?"
"Yeah. And cheers, Ivory, but even if you want me here...Eb doesn't." He swallows, shifting a hand through his hair before cramming the beanie back on. "Better if I just go."
"What do you mean? I thought you and Eb were friends."
"Friends?" He releases a chuckle, but it sounds bitter-tasting on his tongue. "We've only even been able to look at each other in the past couple of weeks because of you. But I think you should be hearing this from him, not from me. I gotta go."
"Wait." The plea dies on my lips as Archer zips down the stairs, paying no heed to the rush of white noise in his ears and the threat of falling at every moment. "Damn it." 
The sudden release into the warmth of the house is a sucker-punch in the gut. I rub my hands together, hoping the friction will reignite the fire in my blood as I search for Ebony to satiate the answers to my questions.
I would be lying if I haven't noticed the way the boys seem to repel each other; even in my most oblivious, self-absorbed moments, I have picked up on it in my peripheral vision and in the depths of my mind.
Like Rebel and I, two best friends fell and shattered so quickly. Unlike Rebel and I, my brother and Archer deserve to pick up the pieces. 
"Ebony," I call his name as I climb the stairs, pausing outside my room to wait for him. When there's no response, I sigh, flattening a hand against the pale, chilled wood and letting myself in.
My pyjamas feel soft, deeply warm and inviting against my skin as I insert my arms into my dressing-gown, tying a lazy knot around my waist. My hair falls in dreary locks; the evening's curls half-flattened by the wind.
I call his name again, this time with my fingers around the door handle. "Ebony?"
"I'm in my room," he replies, and I take it as an invitation to come and find him.
My brother is sprawled on his bed, his hands tucked beneath his head and one leg bent, whilst the other kicks out into the set of drawers opposite. He too has shed himself of the remnants of the night on his skin, only wearing grey tracksuit bottoms and a thin white t-shirt to conserve his body temperature.
With our presence ghost-like throughout the day, the chill permeates the house. Though the heaters are on, the warmth has yet to run rampant and restore the comfort stolen by each withering breath.
"Hi." I take a seat on his desk-chair, hanging my legs over the arm. 
"Hi," he says, hardly acknowledging my presence. "I thought you'd want to get some sleep."
"I want to talk to you first," I dredge out. Then I say Archer's name and pause, gauging his reaction.
He fights to hide it, but I see his face change; a deepening to his frown and the first signs of fear settling on his features.
"What about him?" He asks, his composure shaken in the most minute way possible.
"I just want to know what's up. He didn't come in because something happened between you two, but you guys were good friends before," I say. "It's weird that you're just...trying to avoid each other. Archer told me you guys have only been speaking through me."
"It's nothing." Ebony sits up and drags an annoyed hand through his hair. "But it's something. We weren't meant to―and maybe it'd be fine if we actually spoke about it, but...I think he's afraid to talk about it with me. Because I'm younger, and he's so sure, and I had no idea―,"
"Ebony," I interject. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Look." He releases a withering sigh. "When you were with Rebel, that night, the one with Levi...Arch and I kissed. Well―no. I kissed him. He didn't kiss me back."
The last thing I need is for my brother to register my sudden shock and misinterpret it as something darker. Sure, it's unexpected, but...I think my brother needs me.
"Well, Eb, some people just don't feel that way," I say, simultaneously knowing how weak it is, but also that I don't know what to say to make him feel better. "You know. It's not your fault or his, it's just the way things are. It's nothing personal."
"But it is," he insists, and for the first time, hurt flashes in Ebony's eyes. "Because before that, we were talking about it. He was talking about the stuff he's done with boys―it was just casual conversation, 'cause I mean, he's bi as hell―but then I just, I wasn't really thinking, I just leant over and kissed him. And then he started apologising for leading me on, and involuntarily hinting, and all this time I'm thinking that he didn't really do any of that stuff, it was me just realising I wanted to kiss him, but I didn't get to say anything because I realised that more than making him feel awkwardness, I made him feel regret. It just felt...a hundred times worse." 
"Eb…" I exhale. "That sucks, I'm really sorry."
"It's fine, I just wish he'd stop acting like he's done something wrong." He crashes back against the wall, wincing at the collision of his shoulder and the plaster. "Maybe if he weren't so scared to talk to me...then I wouldn't be explaining the details of my love life to my older sister."
It coaxes a smile out of me, at least.
"I know that's the worst," I sympathise, slipping off of the chair to perch on the bed beside him. "But you're right, you guys need to talk. Because, you know, as much as Archer might hate the world...there are some people in it he'd never want to hurt."
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The Witches of King City Academy are nothing if not elusive, exclusive, and intrusive. They know you down to the last detail; keep track of all your secrets, and keep a million of their own on wine-laced lips.

For Ivory Blue, they turn her world upside down overnight. Her worst fear becomes her greatest shame, and in a small city like hers, there's nowhere to hide.

So, in her desperation, she seeks out the company of Archer Finley: defiant loner-boy extraordinaire. He takes her to a place that Witches can't touch; a place outside of time and reality and anything that exists to chain them down.

Soon enough, their life on the flipside feels like home. Away from the rumours. Away from the lies. Away from the blood on their hands.

And away from the world on the surface, because not everything there is quite as it seems.

".... Ugh, where am I?"

"Hello, young man, and welcome to my domain."

My mind, still groggy I began to look around only to see an endless sea of white, my body floating intact, floating in what I believed to be the middle of this endless nothingness

"Young man you have experienced a life of pain equivalent to what sinners experience in hell and for that I must apologize for what you experienced in your life was killed your humanity, your emotions both during and after."


Hearing the voice's words I began to look through my memories only to see that I could remember nothing but my faith.


"Are you by any chance god?"


"I'm the equivalent of what you humans deem to be a god."

".....I need to ask was my life really that bad."

".... Unfortunately yes it was that bad and before you begin to blame me let me say my ability to alter humans life is limited to sending messages. What happens in the world, both the good and the bad is the result of humans and the natural laws of the world."

"Okay....what's going to happen to me then."

"You lived a life fit only for the greatest sinners to experience, a life with endless pain but great joy, constantly taken only to experience pain several times worse until you were unable you became numb to everything. I pity you and wish to give you a chance to live a new life of your choice."

"What do you mean a chance to live a life of my choice?"

"Young man I give you two choices. Your first choice is reincarnation within your world where I will assure a life well off or you could reincarnate in a world similar to your fantasy writings where you will only receive a single small blessing and minimal near to none assistance."


It would be nice to live a life even god says is good but I can't say it my body it feels gross when I think of going back to earth.

"Please take me to that fantasy world."


"Even now you reject the world...Okay, I shall send a message to the smallest group of religious but normal beings, at least by your world's standards of normalcy and have them raise you for a bit. I shall make you into the same species as whatever raises you and to assist and help you I shall give you single evolving skill now go young man and try to live well."


Suddenly as god finished his words I began to grow sleepy...so...sleepy...


"Het yolh dihlc ash eneb norb."

-Fuck...so loud.

"EIRASP EB OT NDEO! EIRASP EB NDEO! EIRAPSP EB NDEO!"

-Ugh, where is that screaming coming from?

I couldn't open my eyes and I couldn't move but I could feel something holding me.


"I Ubd eteh Aamin tecsendend fo uro taerg ogd ndeo!"


-...Loud


As people screamed I began to grow more and more tired steadily falling asleep.


-I guess I'm in that fantasy world...I wonder what God blessed me with...I should probably sleep.


And so began my life in a new world whether pleasant or not I'll live well.

Who am I...How did I die....What am I feeling. This is the story of an broken soul given a second chance....Basically another trashy Isekai that I try to make readable

Aamir and Marcos were reveling in their role as the lord protectors of Maersa. They used to be only two leaders of unknown warbands, but now, they were powerful managers of a powerful city. 
The City of Maersa had changed a lot. After having received donations and profitable business deals for a while, the city's development had started to pick up speed. The problems that people initially worried about were solved easily.
Since Maersa City provided technical support for the production line of the energy crystal gun, everyone wanted to be on their good terms. Therefore, despite the boom in population, there were still plenty of resources to go around. 
As the population grew, Maersa also started to draft more soldiers into its force. The requirement of becoming part of the defensive unit was very low: a level three soul energy. Moreover, there was no restriction on age. After the soldiers were drafted, they only participated in one type of training: shooting.
"Is there any news from Wang Tong?"
"Nothing."
Despite the boom of Maersa under their watch, neither Aamir nor Marcos could find any joy in their hearts. As their power grew, so did their responsibilities. The more reports they had heard, the more they realized that the situation on Mars had reached a turning point. The Martians' united front had re-established themselves at the third line of defense, preparing themselves for a final showdown with the Zergs. Every major faction had contributed to the defensive line to the best degree they could; some cities had even sent in their reserves. If the humans were able to hold back the Zerg attack at the last line of defense, it would be safe to say that the Zergs wouldn't be able to amass another attack for a while.
The city of Maersa had also sent in ten thousand of their soldiers, leaving the city barracks practically empty.
However, despite the effort of all Martian resistances, the situation remained unpredictable. If the energy crystal guns could be manufactured a few weeks earlier, the humans might be able to organize a GN gun special unit and send it to the front line. However, so far, the first group of soldiers who had received the guns was still under training. 
The humans had done what they could do, and the rest was up to the decision of the gods.
The public in the city remained optimistic about the war, largely because of the propaganda. This was going to be the final battle, and the main force at the defensive line had received unequivocal support from the public behind the front line. Everyone knew that this was the time of life or death, and only in unity would they survive.
Marcos had sent out scouts everywhere, trying to gather as much information from the other side of the battlefield as possible. Ever since Wang Tong entered the Zerg territory, the communication was cut off. Therefore, Marcos didn't even know if the latter was still alive or not. Although Wang Tong had ensured him that he would return alive, Marcos knew even that if the latter was the heir of the Blade Warrior, he could not surpass the impossible. 
Aamir heaved a sigh and patted on Marco's shoulder while saying, "We all have our devils to fight. Perhaps for him, to be able to die in the enemy territory was his greatest wish. We will be joining him soon anyway."
Neither of them was very optimistic about the humans' odds in winning the war. Even if the Martian united front were able to push back Moye's army, what would happen when Patroclus finally joined forces with Moye?
Humans' days were numbered, and that was the hard truth no one seemed to be willing to admit.
Even if the Blade Warrior returned to the human world, what could he achieve if he was fighting all by himself anyway?
"Every city had supported the war, and we had mobilized fifty regiments to the front line. I am confident that we should be able to deliver a blow to the Zergs."
"Yeah! Let them come, and they will never go back!"
"The defense behind the front line was practically none. Are you comfortable with that?"
"Not really. There were still Zerg activities in the human territory. However, we have them under control. It is not just us who are gathering force at the front line, the Zergs are too. Their home base is very fragile as well. Have you heard about that Einherjar? He has been very active lately."
"Yes. I had seen him in my city. His appearance helped a lot with placating the nerves of the soldiers. He was not just a charlatan; he was actually very powerful. I have heard that the Zergs had cornered him twice with the Einherjar's Bane unit, but he was able to destroy the EB unit on both accounts with ease. "
"I have seen this guy once." A voice boomed, and the meeting room suddenly quieted down. 
"Captain Ding, you have? Really?"
Captain Ding was in his thirties, a veteran general of House Lie. "Indeed! I ran into him while I was on a business trip. The golden Zergs were harassing the city which I was staying in, and the city defense were getting wrecked."
"Did you hide under the desk?" Someone jested. Captain Ding rolled his eyes at the jester and announced, "Who do you think I am? Of course, I went into the fight right away!"
"And?"
Ding Zhan opened up his jacket and revealed an ugly scar running from chest to his lower belly. "These golden dark ones are really tough SOBs. They are much tougher than a normal dark one, and the three of them knew how to work as a team. I thought I was done for until that Einherjar showed up. He ripped those poor Zergs into pieces with bare hands. "
"Get out of here! That's impossible! The only person who can do that on Mars would be Zambrotta and Lie Jintian. "
"That's not the end of it! The three golden dark ones were merely baits for the Einherjar as a level twenty-five EB unit suddenly joined the battle."
Everyone gasped; they had never seen a level twenty-five EB unit before. 
 "The sky was covered with Kamikaze Zergs and over a dozen golden dark ones. These b*stards had been hiding until the Einherjar showed up. Gosh! I have never seen such a battle before. He could have destroyed an entire city if he wanted to." Ding Zhan said with a broad smile on his face. 
"And, and? What happened to him? Did he live?"
"Of course! Otherwise how the hell am I still alive and retelling the story to you? "
"He defeated a level twenty-five EB unit? That is... unbelievable. Balls! This is great news!"
"Did he get hurt? A level twenty-five EB unit is no joke! Remember what happened to Einherjar Luo Kuang? He was killed by a level twenty-five EB unit right after he had advanced into Einherjar Level."
"Yeah, I want to know too! What kind of move did the Einherjar use?"
"Why don't you take a guess?" Ding Zhan asked, letting the suspense hang in the air. Everyone booed him and urged him to give them the answer. Ding Zhan then shrugged and said, "Well, I don't know either."
"Balls! You probably had passed out." Someone piped up.
"No! I was conscious, and I tried to look at his final move as much as possible, but I couldn't. I remembered that his first move was a punch, and then there was a white flash. When I saw him again, the ground was already covered with dead Zergs." Ding Zhan said as admiration flashed across his face. As a soldier, Ding Zhan worshiped power and might. The mysterious Einherjar was a paragon of those two attributes. 
Truth be told, the existence of the God of War was the main reason for the optimistic mood among the public. Encouraged by the War God, the people on Mars contributed to the war in many ways. Although some of them couldn't fight on the battlefield, they worked hard in the factory to produce supplies for the soldiers. 
"Just one punch?" The captains were dumbfounded by Ding Zhan's story.
 "Only if I could meet him in person…"
…
Wang Tong had no clue that he had already become the reincarnation of the devil for the dark ones. After three intense battles, more and more people in his units were getting injured. However, so far, there had been no casualties.


Wang Tong couldn’t wait to live his college life - girls, parties, and the dorm life - everything he had ever dreamed of. But, instead of a letter of admission to the college, he had received a ticket to the planet Norton and a contract with the Confederation as a space settler. Soon after his arrival, the Zerg overran the planet and obliterated its defenses in a matter of moments. What awaited Tong on Norton was more than just an unbearable environment - its gravity alone was five-times stronger than earth - there were also swarms of bugs, constant hunger, thirst, and desolation...

Venture into the Tempest of The Battlefield, unlock the secrets within the mysterious space crystals, and meet the legendary Blade Warriors and the potent sword combat tactic: "Ultimate Tactics of the Blade: 256 Genome Nuclear Force".

An honest and humble low-tier robot and a ghost with a mouth full of nonsense both teamed up with Wang Tong in a fight for survival against all odds.

"Isa where do you want to go today?"
"Hm?, Oh I want to go to that place"
"Place?" EB ask confused
"Yes that place where so many flowers grow"
"Oh, that place…" EB then understand
"Yes, what is that place called again?"
"Oh, there is no specific name on it but one thing I know the flowers there is free to take and to see"
"Really?"
"Yes do I look like I lie?"
"No, come on! Take me there I'm so excited to see it" Isa squeal from excitement taking the lead first,
"Oh you keep walking straight like you know the place"
"Oh sorry…" EB chuckle
"Come here beside me and hold my hand okay?"
Isa do so and they hold hands while they walk,
"You do like flowers a lot ha"
"Like? I don't like them"
"Yeah because you love them am I right?" Isa nod giggling EB smile at her
Not long ago they finally arrive Isa immediately let go of EB hand and run through the abundant flowers picking then one by one and laying on top of them full of joy,
"Be Careful not to pick a poisonous one Isa" EB warned
"I won't" Isa shout an answer because she was too far from EB
"EB!" Isa shout
"What is it?"
"Come over here!"
"Okay wait for me" EB rush through her
"What is it?"
"This!" Isa crown EB a flower as she giggles so happy for her creation,
"Ah...Isa…" EB turned gloomy, not happy at all,
"You look so pretty EB, your golden hair fit's the color of the flower so well" Isa compliment,
"Ah...I don't like this…" EB confess, Isa laugh
"Well I will make you like it"
"Please don't I'm not in for it" Isa just laugh
'I'm so happy seeing you so free now' EB look at her smiling and full of gladness,
"EB!"
"Yes?"
"Come I discover some new color of the flower hurry!"
"Coming!"
On the evening Isa wait for Evelyn in to the highway the two of them wish to meet at,
"Isa!"
"Evelyn! I thought you won't come today"
"Oh, how can't I?"
"Yeah, have you eaten already?"
"Yes I do"
"Good what are those things?"
"Oh, this?"
"Yes"
"Oh they're art materials"
"Oh cool, can you teach me how to paint?"
"Certainly I'm an expert to that"
"Sorry I was late my brother is holding me up because of his dumb game"
"Oh, Is fine don't worry about it, so you have a brother?"
"Yes, his name is John"
"Oh simple but famous name"
"Yes, your right his very famous because his an Idol"
"Oh, that is very awesome"
"Nah...oh by the way I wanna ask you something Isa"
"Go ahead" Isa permit
"Do you go to school?"
"No why you ask about that?"
"Oh is nothing I'm just curious"
"Okay, but I do went to school before but I stop after because I got bored how about you do you still go to school?"
"Ah, Yes I do"
"What is it like inside your school?"
"Oh, there's nothing special about it, is very academic style and the only interesting part on it for me is the art room"
"OH, I get it, is because you love art right?" Isa guess
"Yeah your right" Evelyn admit
"Can you show me your school next time?"
"Of course tomorrow at night let's go to our school"
"You mean it?"
"Yes I mean it" 
"Anyway are we not gonna start walking soon?" Evelyn added and Isa chuckle
"You notice"
"No I didn't" Isa laugh at Evelyn annoyance,
"Wait did you ask permission to your parents, for going out so late at night?"
"No, they're busy anyway so I'm always free whenever I go, like a stray cat"
"HA HA HA you're too much to yourself"
"Is true though"
"Yeah right come on"
"Oh wait, can you hold Barry for me?"
"Barry who?"
"Oh he's my baby"
"Baby? You already have a baby?!" Isa unbelievably shocked, Eve laugh at her
"Silly I mean this"
"Oh, a cat sorry haha hello Barry, I'm Isa" She introduce herself,
"HAHA you look dumb" Eve quip
"What?! How could you say that to me Eve…" Isa pretends to be hurt her feelings
"But I can do so?"
"Yeah your so cruel" They both laugh
"Oh by the way how do you  meet Barry ?"
"Oh my grandpa gift him to me"
"That is so sweet"
"What is your grandpa name?"
"His name is Alex John Drew Baron"
"Oh so manly"
"Yeah but he die after my 20 birthday"
"Oh that hem! Sorry"
"No is fine I'm already over it"
"Glad to hear that your strong and brave"
"Thank you but I'm not"
"If you say so"


"Eve, can I move a bit?"
"No, you can't"
"But I feel exhausted"
"No one is going to move" Isa feel dreadful
"How can you do this to me I thought you're going to teach me how to paint but you torture me instead"
"I didn't promise though"
"How can you be so straightforward?"
"Is just the way I am"
"Ah yeah right…"
"Eve"
"Yes"
"Can you paint and draw my favorite flower next?"
"Yes anything for you" Eve smile at her, Isa cheer full of joy,
"YAS!" Eve laugh a little,
"Your such a cheerful girl ha"
"Yes I am cause I'm free"
"Yeah right you're free you're making it so easy you know"
"Is easy though"
"How you made yourself free?"
"You want to know how?"
"Yes I do"
"I'll show you next time"
"Really?"
"Yes are you in for it?"
"Yes, I am" Eve answer full of confident,
"Isa I see you again tomorrow night okay? same place and tomorrow promise I will taught you how to paint after we done visiting my school okay?" Evelyn wave goodbye Isa while smiling,
"Okay, you and Barry get home safely" Isa wave back smiling,
"I love her cat"
 EB show up out of nowhere Isa flinch and got stiff like a rock to her place,
"The heck?!" She shout at EB so pissed
"Sorry did I startle you?"
"No you didn't?" Isa sarcastically reply, EB laugh
"Do you have fun today?" EB asks
"Yes I am, by the way where'd you go just now you disappear again, you promise me that you won't disappear without my consent are you playing with me? " EB deep sigh,
"Sorry I need to fertilize my dump"
"Oh th-that's very reasonable"
"Thank you" Isa laugh while EB blush
"*Sigh!* Please stop teasing me"
"PFT! sorry"
"Stop laughing at me please" EB beg but Isa keep showing a laughable face,
"Isa..." EB show a threatening look
"What? PFT"
"*sigh* really..." EB drop his mood so embarrassed
"Sorry" Isa apologies
"You never get scared of me do you?" EB ask and Isa shake her head three times as a no, EB mood drop more,
"Oh, Come on is not the end of the world you can still improve it *wink* *wonk*" Isa tease EB more,
"Improve them yourself" EB reply pissed off  walking away from Isa
"Hey wait okay I'm sorry..." Isa run after him and when she catch up to EB she immediately back hug him,
"I'm really sorry okay? please don't be mad at me..." Isa worried voice ring into EB
"Ha...okay" EB turn around and face Isa and hug her back,
"You forgive me right?" Isa ask for assurance
"Yes I forgive you" Isa hug EB more tight, anxious
"Anyway...Do you still have something you want to do before your birthday?"
"Me?" Isa raise her head and look at the sky then smile,
"What is it?" EB ask
"I have something I want to do, wanna come?"
"Yes I said I won't leave you right?" Isa nod and hug EB back.










To be continue...

When I was young I always wonder why...do we need to be satisfy? then it hit me...
"Is just what we think of life" 

My whole life I live surrounded by different faces, many flashlights, critiques,  criticisms, discriminations, and unjust tenderness.  I was lost. I need something, I want something then thunder clears it for me. I couldn't believe it. I only have to give up something so I can finally find where I belong and I can finally get what I want and what I need for so long. I've never expected to see such scenery excessively.

A young girl who lives in darkness, at last, came out to the light,

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