This about my fantasies of (Raven) a female character in The Cartoon animated series (Teen Titans)

Dacie slowly wakes up to see herself in a 1920s cartoon styled place. Dacie is also a cartoon herself. Dacie panicked and stood up.



"She's alive!"



Dacie looked behind her and saw a plague doctor, a floating knife, and a living skeleton.



"WTF?!" Dacie cried.



"She is possessed by the plague!" cried the plague doctor, "I must cure her!".



Dacie ran from them. Then the plague doctor appears in front of her. He reaches his hand out to her as she screams in fear. 



"Dr. Plague!" cried the skeleton.



The plague doctor, Dr. Plague, turned to the skeleton.



"Yes?" said Dr. Plague.



"Uh, how are you sure the plague is possessing her?" The skeleton asked.



"Well, uh, um..." 



Dr. Plague went to deep thought. Dacie take that as a chance to run. She ran from the group. When Dacie is out of sight, the skeleton sighed in relief.

[Warning: S*cide mentions, profanity, r*pe mentions, drugs, alcohol, mental disorders, NSFW mentions]
Dr. Plague wants to find some patients, so he goes on a quest to find a patient. Dacie got strict parents. After playing a video game, she got sucked into a afterlife called The Para Verse. Abraxas got banished from Hell and now works for Dr. Plague. What will happen to the three of them?

GH Media's President Jeong-Sook Shin came.
"I heard that you've achieved another success with the cartoon exhibition of Japanese original cartoon paintings."
"It is successful, but selling an expensive painting would have brought more profits than hosting this cartoon exhibition. Hahaha."
"But it was very effective marketing since so many students rush into our gallery."
"Those kids are just noisy."
"They will soon become our precious customers."
"Those little customers are from Gangnam District, and they seem to have no problem buying a painting for 200,000 or 300,000 won."
"Their parents wouldn't mind them spending the money to buy a cartoon painting. It's not wrongdoing, is it?"
"I heard them talking about the paintings and the cartoonists. They seem to know much more than us about cartoons."
"That means Japanese cartoons are very popular among those students."
"They read original Japanese cartoon books even though they are not translated into Korean. That's amazing."
"Even though it won't bring a fortune, I am so glad that your exhibition is again successful this time."
 
"Mr. Yoshitake Matsuda suggested another exhibition with items that are used for a costume play, but I turned it down."
"What is a costume play? I think I heard the word before."
"Children dress like a cartoon character and a place is decorated as a scene in a cartoon book. They can't wear outfits like that on normal days, but once there is an event for it, people go there in those ridiculous outfits. It seems that Hakyeoul Seoul Trade Exhibition Center is hosting an event like that right now."
"If it's that popular, why did you reject the suggestion?"
"We are an art gallery. I thought that hosting that sort of event could diminish our gallery's class or reputation."
"Hmm."
"I'm thinking of hosting a sculpture exhibition next time."
"Is that so?"
 
"Oh, and I will have dinner with Artist Choi's niece—Doctor Eun-Young Kim this Friday. Why don't you join us, sir? We will meet at the Daehak-Ro area."
"I don't want to interrupt your cozy gathering."
"No, you won't, sir. Since she invited us for dinner last time, I wanted to treat her."
"How is Ms. Young-Eun Kim person related to Artist Choi?"
"Young-Eun is Artist Choi's older sister's daughter."
"I see."
"Ever since her mom died, she thought of Artist Choi like her mom."
"How did her mother pass away?"
"When Young-Eun was in high school, her mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. I went to her funeral."
"I see."
"She grew up really well. I'm so proud of her. I remember her crying so hard and so sad at the funeral. She is now a medical doctor."
"Her father must live by himself."
"Right. He is living in Sillim Town. He had used to work as a teacher in an elementary school before he retired. By the way, sir, you sound like an investigator today. Hahaha."
"Huh? Umm…"
Gun-Ho stammered.
"Well, I guess I'd better go to the gallery downstairs. I'm sorry that I take Secretary Yeon-Soo Oh to the gallery too often."
"No problem. She doesn't have much work here now anyway."
Jeong-Sook Shin walked toward the door and then turned around and said, "I think Artist Choi likes you a lot, sir."
"I'm sorry?"
Gun-Ho blushed.
 
Artist Choi was hoping that her niece would marry Gun-Ho even though her niece was not interested in marrying anyone. She was persuading her niece over the phone.
"Young-Eun, you don't want to miss your golden time for marriage. Look at me. I missed my time and I live alone and I'm pathetic. You have always told me that you wanted to have a center for cancer research. You won't be able to save enough money by working in a hospital to do so. If you marry a man who has a wealthy family, maybe it's possible; however, it's not easy to find that sort of man who wants to marry you. It's not like they would welcome any woman to their family, just because she is a medical doctor. Moreover, say you found a man like that. Do you think you can be happy as part of their family? The chances are that you would feel suffocated in their family.
 
But, the Gun-Ho Goo person is a self-made successful man. He is in control of his wealth and who to marry and how to manage the marriage. He is a good-looking man, and he is gentle with good manners. I don't want to focus on money, but I was told that he owns a huge building in Gangnam District, and he has several companies that he is running right now. You know that President Jeong-Sook Shin is very picky when it comes to a man. She spoke highly of him. Who knows? He might build a nice hospital for you.
 
I know you are making decent money by working in a hospital; however, as I said before, you can't make enough to build a hospital. As you know, many doctors filed for bankruptcy after they opened their own hospitals with a loan. You don't hear much but I heard many of them became a person with bad credit. You know what that means, right? You also should remember the news about a doctor who had a high-ranking government official father. He opened his own hospital and then later he committed suicide when he faced acute financial difficulties in running his business.
 
President Gun-Ho Goo didn't graduate from Seoul National University as you did, but he went to a university in China. He seemed to have many friends in China, who are a college professor, a deputy mayor, etc. You don't have to be too proud about your college. Many graduates from Seoul National University don't make enough money to provide for his family. President Gun-Ho Goo is not just a businessman, but he is someone who can enjoy arts. On the first day of my art exhibition, he came and bought a piece of my artworks. At that time, I wondered who that gentleman was, and it turned out that he was the man who Jeong-Sook Shin talked to me about. Are you listening, Eun-Young? Oh, you are busy right now? Okay, I will talk to you later."
 
Artist Choi was trying whatever she could to talk her niece into dating Gun-Ho, but she was not sure if she was successful.
 
Gun-Ho stopped by GH Logistics in Seonghwan Town that afternoon. There were several heavy equipments parked in the yard, and a few truck drivers were seen. It looked like the company was running fine. Jae-Sik Moon looked better that day compared to other days when he had swollen lips in fatigue. He seemed to gain some weight too.
"Hey, you are here, President Goo."
"I saw several trucks and heavy equipment in the yard."
"Right. We have now twenty seven vehicles. I bought one more truck for the Paju location since we received more work for transporting books. People recognize our company as a big company now."
"Really? So there must be three trucks in the Paju location."
"Dyeon Korea's Director Yoon asked one more truck too."
"Did you start the work that Director Yoon connected you to?"
"Yes. I already sent five 25-dump trucks."
"What is that truck over there for?"
"That's the special freight truck customized to transport artworks."

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

12:59

"hraaaaaaaaarrhh, man the best yawn I've had in a while." said Asmo. 

Hey there reader! this is a story about a special little flower named Asmo which is short for Asmodeus. he works in the dark side of the animation industry. I'm sure you know what I'm referring to... if you don't then... I can't help you there buddy.

But Asmo is a little special. Meaning he is too invested in his work then he should be. Skipping days of sleep and meals just to have more time with his "little girls". Ah sh*t I over stayed my welcome. Ladies and gentlemen I introduce... Asmo! 

"F**k, her bazongas aren't bouncy enough. eghhhhh Come On man! You've done a mercenary position animation before... oh it's already past 12. I should eat something... eh ramen will do" Says Asmo While putting down his abble pen "since when did I run out of ramen? I thought I bought a box of them last month" says while going through his whole 10 by 5ft kitchen. 'I should really fix this place up' see, Asmo Isn't the cleanest man our there. He has a one bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen apartment. There are p**n magazines all over his bedroom, dirty clothes hanging on the edge of his sliding closet, Hanime posters plastered to every inch of his bedroom walls, even having five body pillows from five different anime shows that he sleeps and snuggles with every night. 

'aaand lock the dooor' click "nice". while walking through his neighborhood Asmo Takes a glance around the dark corners of each block filled with around 5 - 6 homeless people each. 'jeez this lousy neighborhood seems like it always has an endless supply of homeless men just waiting to rough me up. The store should be around two more blocks east from here...'

30 minutes later...

"finally made it. They must have moved the place" says Asmo while looking at the clearly worn out store sign stating '3 nineteen... open 19 hours a dąy...' very sketchy. bling bling said the doors " haha! I was able to get a pack of ramen for one doll..." "BOOO HAWANDA! GIVE ME MONEY OR ILL SHOOT!" said a homeless man holding what was clearly a water gun. "I I'M SOwwy" Asmo trying to say while falling on the concrete and feeling a strange liquid running down his leg.

WEE-oww-WEE-oww-WEE-oww 
"Doctor! This man fainted and is breathing until steadily!" said a nurse guiding Asmo on a medical chair across the hospital. "Bring him to room B3! and call for three others!" said doctor P. Asmo is hardly seeing anything except for flashing lights and blurry images of sexy nurses around him.

"What happened to this man!" yells doctor P while grabbing a breathing machine(author was to lazy to search real name up). "It seems that he fainted after a homeless man with a water gun yelled at him?" said one of the nurses looking at papers of eyewitnesses statements. "Who is this man anyway?" said the doc whiling putting on the breathing machine on the collapsed man. "wait, OMG HE'S THE AUTHOR OF THE CARTOON P**N MY SON WATCHES!" said another nurse. suddenly the doctor stops strapping the man to the machine. "wait. he makes cartoon porn?" said the doctor half annoyed. "Yes! I know him! he makes weird cartoon porn on the interwebs with weird looking cartoon girls and the girls always pack a lot of 'weight'" the nurse stated. The doctor's face was boiling red right then and there. "WE WERE TRYING TO SAVE A PERVERTED MONRGEL?!" yelled out the doc in frustration "I AM NOT WAISTING RESOURCES ON A GOOD FOR NOTHING HUMAN BEING THAT MAKES HE**AI FOR A LIVING!". "did he pee himself?" said a nurse beside the half unconscious man. "omg lol that's amazing! let me take a pic!" said another pulling out their phone. "hey, I heard the doc's wife left him because she said he was too addicted to those weird he**ai" whispered one nurse the another "really? that's so creepy" replied the other thinking she wasn't heard by the doc. while in fact he heard the whole thing. 

"hey.. what is going o..." Asmo trying to say while still half unconscious " SHUT UP AND DIE!" interrupted the doc holding a  Syringe and charging at Asmo. Bam! he dug the syringe into Asmo's throat then injected air in his system. "DOC! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? STABBING A MAN WITH AN EMPTY SYRINGE KILLS THEM!" yelled the nurse with her phone still out recording. "I know! that's why I'm doing it!" replied the doc "even If I loose my medical license!" and that's all Asmo heard before falling into a warm abyss.

Asmo short for Asmodeus lanning is a H**tai Artist..

Literally sending day and night alone sweating like a pig to finish a page with the dream to someday make a harem of women to make his work even more real! One day while going out to get a snack then write he get jump scared by a homeless. 

Fainting and having to get taken to the emergency center where the doctor has a vendetta against him. and eventually getting killed and laughed at by the nurses and doc then waking up as I women in a cell! 

This is the weird story of a dude now a women and having to pretend he's an important person or Who knows what might happen.

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I suck a staying in one routine so upload schedule is going to be inconsistent. sry :(

Wednesday sunrise morning in my master bedroom at 108 Burtonwood Dr. "Yawning! I have to duck out of the doorposts that I have to take a bath by Dionne's shower in the bathroom." A cartoon songwriter woke and got up from his humongous brown bed when a live-action fan club middle-age novelist bought to order it from Aaron's furniture store. 
Act one scene in my elder mom's room... "Snoring! Oh, wells? I have to find out what's going on?" A live-action fan club middle-age novelist heard from the bathroom out of the hallway. 
Act two scene in the shower at the bathroom of 108 Burtonwood Dr. "La! I'm a witch doctor!" A cartoon songwriter was singing and scrubbing with a bath brush. "Giant Dave, I hear you are singing so loudest." A live-action fan club middle-age novelist opened the white door and came in. "Good morning Dionne! I just practice my song." He stopped to sing recently. "What's happening to a shower glass door!?" I noticed on that. "I might be too strongest to open it, but I accidentally to crush them into a pieces shatter glass. Whoops." A cartoon songwriter explained to me. "Oh, man! I will call the handyman to replace this," Giant Dave. A live-action fan club middle-age novelist walked out of the bathroom and closed the white door. 
Act three scene after breakfast... "Where you are going now," Dionne? He sat on the flooring gray and white rug carpet near my white nightstand in my room. "To work. Stay in my room and don't go in the den and touch my elder mom's wealthy vase until I come back soon," Giant Dave? I replied to him recently. "Okay. No problem." 
Act four scene on the flooring gray and white rug carpet in my master bedroom at 108 Burtonwood Dr. "Aw! I wonder I will take look at this." A cartoon songwriter watched on a sporting golf tournament by my DirectTV cable LG monitor screen. 
Act five scene in the den... "I will be careful to pick her live-action elder mom's wealthy vase from the stand. Whoa! Whoops. It's cracking into some pieces puzzles. Maybe I should put them back together by a glue before Dionne sees this." He been accidentally to spill it down on the tan marble carpet tiles. 
Act six scene returns back in my master bedroom at 108 Burtonwood Dr. "It's upside down? Sighs. I know I will go the pottery store and get a replacement vase look like Dionne's elder mom's wealthy vase that she didn't know or notice this." A cartoon songwriter ducked out of the white door and went headed to the pottery store. To be continued...

A cartoon songwriter name is David Seville misplaced in my live-action real hometown world portal alternative dimensional and meets me as a live-action fan club middle-age mute novelist who watched on Alvinn!!! And the chipmunks. But, he starts to growth into a fifty-foot giant is a humongous problem.

Opening my eyes and seeing  that i am in a hospital bed,i began entering in panic until a flux of memory assaults my mind.
Memories of a fat alcoholic man that i know from a tv cartoon,seeing him drinking lots of beer,neglecting his family and job to go to a bar,doing a lot of unethical things,like trowing radiating trash in the river.
"WHAT THE HELL!!!!"i shouted with spant.And soon i heard approaching steps.
"Homer??" are you okay"asks a slight fat man wearing a doctor outfit,doctor Hibbert.
"ah, y-yeah"was all i manage to say.
"okay Homer,we're gonna call your family"with this he turned and leave.
"did i became Homer Simpson?"
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Apparently Homer got into a fight wth a drunk and got a hit in the head,causing him to go to the hospital.
"oh my god,how will i live  as him?how will i face his family?"

A guy gets inserted in Homer simpson body



 Arike’s POV 

A bothersome question struck my mind and I couldn’t hide it. “Bamidele, what if the court says the recording is staged?” I asked. 

The men lapsed into silence. Gosh! Why didn’t I think about it?! Shalewa’s lawyer could counter our evidence with the claim that it was staged and falsified to favour Adedayo. 

“You are right..but at the same time we have a witness.” Bamidele muttered. 

“I have an idea.” Barrister Prosper said. 

“What is it?” I asked. 

He adjusted his sitting position and turned to face me. “It is dangerous but I believe we can do it.” Barrister Prosper stared intently at me. 

“As long as it is legal, then we can consider it.” Bamidele said as he focused on the road ahead. 

“My first question is who will meet doctor Ajibade Nelson, our only witness?” Barrister Prosper asked. 

“I will visit the hospital tomorrow to talk to doctor Nelson and get the flash drive.” Bamidele answered. 

“I am coming with you.” I said. 

“Arike, you don’t need to come along. Let us do our job or have you forgotten that you have so much to do for Busayomi’s wedding?” He asked. 

“Bamidele, this is about Dayo and I am sure my sister will understand me. So I am coming with you and don’t tell me otherwise.” I countered. 

“Very good..you have to go with him and the reason is not to meet doctor Nelson.” Barrister Prosper said. 

My eyebrows drew together in confusion. “If I am not going to meet doctor Nelson then who am I meeting?” I asked. 

“Shalewa.” Barrister Prosper answered. 

“Are you serious right now?” Bamidele said. 

“Yes..I think meeting Shalewa is the only way for the court to believe this recording.” Barrister Prosper said. 

My frown deepened. “How?” I asked. 

“Good question, all you need to do is make Shalewa confess that she did these things Dayo said in the recording.” Barrister Prosper explained. 

My mouth fell open. “Shalewa might tell her lawyer and they will use it against us in court.” Bamidele said after a moment of silence. 

“You don’t understand my idea, I am not saying that you should force Shalewa to agree to anything.” Barrister Prosper said. 

“So what are you insinuating?” Bamidele asked. 

“You already know the truth, just put up an act of concern and self pity that would make Shalewa believe that you are on her side. You can as well let her know that you know the truth and then if she plead guilty in the recording, we can settle the case without going to court. Either ways, our work is to get mr Dayo out of police custody and probably have a settlement for him.” Barrister Prosper said. 

“No, Shalewa must pay for everything she has done to Dayo.” I grimaced. 

“Either ways..I think Dayo would be the one to decide if he wants to settle out of court after she admits that she is at fault. If he wants to go to court to plead not guilty and with good evidence if he is really found not guilty you the court then Shalewa would be asked to pay a huge sum of money to Dayo for defamation of character and public humiliation.” Bamidele explained. 

“We would win on both sides is mr Dayo is found not guilty.” Barrister Prosper said. 

“Well barrister Prosper’s idea is actually not bad, if I make Shalewa admit that it was her fault then Dayo can be free.” I said. 

“Can you do that?” Barrister Prosper asked. 

I shook my head. “Yes, I am willing to do anything to help Dayo as long as it is legal.” I answered. 

Barrister Prosper gave me a thumps up. “You guys should meet up with doctor Nelson and Shalewa while I meet some contacts who can help on this case.” He turned and faced the road ahead. 

“Okay..good what time should we meet?” I asked. 

“Is 9:00am okay with you?” Bamidele asked. 

“Let us make it by 8:00am.” I answered. 

“Hospital visiting time starts by 9 and ends by 12, so you should be there within that period of time.” Barrister prosper said. 

“Arike, I will come and pick you up tomorrow.” Bamidele said. 

“Thank you, Bamidele.” 

“You should hold this...” Barrister gave the recording device to Bamidele. “You will need it tomorrow.” 

“Please drop it in my safe.” Bamidele said. 

Barrister Prosper did as instructed. 

“I am certain we will win this case.” I said within. 

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Bamidele dropped me at home before turning to leave for his place. Busayomi had called twice in the car to check if everything was fine and I told her hat I would be home soon. 

She was definitely waiting for me to come and deliver the full gist of what happened at the police station. 

When I stepped into the house Iteoluwa was watching cartoon while I didn’t see Busayomi in the living room. I expected the cold attitude from Iteoluwa so I didn’t want to bother her sweet moment as she sang along to Sofia the first theme song. 

“I am finding out what being royal is all about...Sofia the first.” 

I took just few step ms to head straight to the kitchen then I heard her voice. 

“Mom...” Iteoluwa said. 

And I turned around to face her. “My love..” 

She reduced the volume of the television. “Welcome mommy.” She started towards me. 

“I didn’t want to disturb you.” I forced a smile on my face. 

“Oh Arike...you are back!” Busayomi cane out of the kitchen. 

“Yes I came in just now and I was about to come and see you in the kitchen.” I said. 

“It is alright. I have prepared dinner so go inside and have a bathe then come out to eat.” Busayomi said. 

“Okay.” I muttered. 

“Mom...” 

Busayomi cuts her off. “Go ahead and watch your cartoon, your mom needs to get changed.” 

“Okay..big mommy.” Iteoluwa mumbled, sadness clouded her features as she walked back to the couch. 

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Minutes went by, that was the longest minutes of my life. My heart was beating hard against my chest. I felt like it was going to burst anytime soon. The result and how I would break it down to Busayomi without her getting mad stirred panic within me. I was scared.

I closed my eyes as she picked the strip. I could feel her eyes on me.

"I.. think..this is good news." She said but my heart broke at her words. It is really bad news if it's positive.

"You're pregnant." She said happily.

No..no..no..my heart beat skipped two beats at a time. Suddenly I went into hyperventilating mode! And I couldn't control it.
What do you do when you don't know how you feel?
What do you do when you can't possibly let go of what you feel?
What do you do when you can't confess your feelings just because you don't wanna ruin a long time friendship? And all you do is to make him happy!
Then what happens when you find out you're pregnant but you can't tell it to the father of your child? 

Read the story of two best friends.

Camellia looked at herself in the mirror. She was dressed formally in a skirt and shirt, and though she looked lovely, her mind was somewhere else. Her heart was light today, and she felt happy, something she had forgotten how to feel. She glanced at her watch and slipped out of her room with her purse. It was near eight in the morning and James would have left for work. Slowly, she came down the stairs and to her surprise saw him sitting on the family room sofa reading a newspaper in his business suit. Suspiciously wondering why he was still there, she walked by hoping he would not see her. 
"Are you ready?" he remarked as he placed the newspaper down and turned to look at her. 
He stood up and glanced at his watch. 
"Am I ready for what?" 
"I'm taking you to work." 
She looked defiantly at him. 
"I have a ride to work already. I don't need your generosity," she remarked and turned to leave the house. 
He followed her. Sam stood by the car and quickly opened the car door in glee, but Camellia walked passed him. The elder man looked in confusion. James walked in front of her and blocked her from going. 
"I have agreed to let you work, Camellia, but I will take you to work," he plainly stated. 
She shook her head in disbelief. 
"You have no right to agree or not to let me work," she stated. "You are not my guardian or my husband." 
His eyes narrowed, and he closed their space. 
"But you owe this family, Camellia, and I will not let you go with some penniless man who would probably one day not return you to pay me," he cruelly remarked. 
She was angry at his words. 
"I have no man to leave with, Mr. Shaw. You can rest assure I am not that kind of woman," she remarked coldly. 
"Then get in the car, and I will take you to work," he ordered sternly. 
She faced him defiantly and looked to the gate to see if Jerry was there, but there was no car. 
"Don't worry about your friend," James remarked, seeing the look on her face, "I have informed Sara to tell him you won't need his generosity anymore." 
She faced him angrily, wanting to oppose him desperately. But instead, she coolly turned and got into the car. He followed her triumphantly. 
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When the Mercedes-Benzes parked in front of the clinic, Camellia did not wait for Sam to open the door for her. She wanted to leave the car with all her defiance, but to her horror, James followed her to greet the kind doctor. Dr. Sirimon looked joyful as he saw his friend. 
"How have you been, my friend?" James remarked, coming up to Camellia and Dr. Sirimon. 
"I've never been better. And you, my friend, how have you been?" 
James looked to her and smiled. 
"I have been busy with many things on my hand," he remarked sarcastically. 
Camellia excused herself and left them there. Her heart pounded in frustration that he wanted to mock her life, even on her job. 
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For the next couple of days, James orchestrated her trip to the clinic with him or had Sam send her alone. Though she hated those rides, Camellia seemed to be getting along well at work. Brielle was beginning to like her and talk with her more. Though her daily routine were the same and she liked to color more than anything else, Camellia tried to teach her other things as well. 
One day, after seeming like Brielle was looking tired and sad and did not want to do anything, Camellia asked to take her outside to get some fresh air. Brielle enjoyed the weather. She ran and chased butterflies like every normal child. She laughed and giggled like every normal child. Camellia sat and watched as she enjoyed herself outside. 
"She seems to like it out here," came the voice of Dr. Sirimon. 
Camellia turned and found him standing behind her. He smiled and looked to the child. 
"I think staying inside was draining her energy," Camellia replied looking at the happy child. 
"I think staying inside was also draining your energy, Miss Quintana," the doctor suddenly remarked. 
Camellia looked to him and smiled. Just then Brielle cried, startling them. Camellia turned and saw that she had fell and scraped her knees and hands. Dr. Sirimon and she quickly went to pick her up as she laid on the ground crying. Camellia tried to calm her as the doctor quickly brought her back into the hospital. Brielle was still crying when Camellia washed her knee. 
"It's only a scrape, darling, it will be alright. See this pretty bandage? It will make your knees all better," she sweetly replied, trying to calm Brielle. 
The bandage was colored with cartoon characters, and Brielle stared at it in fascination, as her crying lessoned. 
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After a long day, Camellia stood out of the clinic and waved to Brielle and Mrs. Wesman as their car drove away. Brielle seemed happy as she had the cartoon bandage to look at. 
"Are you tire, Miss Quintana?" Dr. Sirimon said from beside her. 
She smiled. 
"Would you mind if I ask you to join me for dinner tonight. We can talk about Brielle's progress?" he slowly asked. 
Camellia looked unsure. She knew Sam would pick her up soon, but the sincere looked on Dr. Sirimon brought her to agree with him. When Sam came, Camellia told him she would be coming home with the doctor. 
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"Do you have any relatives here, Miss Quintana?" Dr. Sirimon asked from across her in a restaurant. 
"I don't think so," she began, looking uncomfortable in answering questions about her family. "Brielle seems to be opening up more. She seems to listen well and follows directions well. But more so she is willing to share more." 
"I know if you spend more time with her, she will find a friend in you, Miss Quintana. How do you find living in the Shaw mansion?" he asked again. 
Camellia looked up, strangely finding the doctor to change the subject. 
"It is alright. How long will Brielle be with us?" she asked changing the subject again. 
"She'll be with us until twelve or so, or when her mother stops bringing her," the doctor replied, a twinkle in his eyes. "But why have James not bring you out to society. I'm sure there are many young eligible men out there who would like to meet you." 
Camellia sighed. 
"I don't think Mr. Shaw would feel comfortable with that, Dr. Sirimon. I will embarrass him as someone living under his roof." 
The doctor did not understand her message and smile. 
"James won't be like that. He is a good man. That makes me wonder why he did not marry his girlfriend after his father passed away," he stated. 
Camellia looked up with a tinge of curiosity in her heart. 
"You mean Teresa?" she asked quietly. 
"No," Dr. Sirimon remarked, "Teresa came afterward, but I was talking about Prada, his first girlfriend. He was very much in love with her." 
Camellia looked stunned that she forgot to eat. 
"You mean James was in love with someone...very much?" she asked numbly. 
The doctor seemed to be lost in his words and did not notice the look on her face. 
"He was very much in love with her, and she is incredibly beautiful, but he was still in college and his father refused to let him marry her or even to be engaged with her. I never understood why," he remarked. "Perhaps the old Mr. Shaw didn't like her that much." 
Camellia looked away stunned. There was heaviness in her heart, as she listened to the doctor's words. 
"He was going to elope with her, but something happened, and he returned to America to study. I never heard about Prada anymore. James never speaks about her anymore too. I think he was heart-broken that his father disagreed with the woman he chose to love...and that he had to let her go...I guess that is why he shuts himself up in the house all alone these days...I guest he became bitter..." (If you like this novel so far, please support our author at uniqnovels.com. Thank you.)

Two rival heirs must learn to live together as they wait for a Will to be read. As they fight, they learn that they have more in common than rivals. Will their cool heads keep them as rivals, or let their hot hearts love?

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