The holy meme Bible created by the Almighty Shrek himself.
Basically, I'm translating the bible to meme language.
Enjoy!

Jean wore his Sunday's best early in the morning. He looked in the mirror. A clean-shaven, porcelain-like face stared with its piercing brown eyes and its somewhat thin eyebrows raised.

Jean checked his mouth for any remnants of the eggs and rice he ate almost half an hour ago. Then, he turned off the bathroom lights, ignoring his dirty clothes wrapped in his towel on the hamper at the door.

Jean opened his filing cabinet with his keychain and looked at his accounted expenditures. He wondered briefly about future purchases and profitable investments. Jean shook his head and locked up the cabinet.

Eventually, Jean slipped on his shoes and the standard-issue black clergy cassock. 

It was time. He had deacon duties to do.

The drive to the Renningberry Catholic Church took only minutes. Jean stepped out of his neat and tidy blue Ford Bronco. Although it was getting old, he took diligent care of it.

Jean jingled his keys and opened the rusty doors of the Church. Its noise brought peace to his mind. Even with all the tweeting of birds, it was nice to hear noises that could alert Jean.

Jean held his duties with solemn dedication and maintained the aging organ among many other things. Hours passed and soon, he was done.

Jean laid a Bible in his lap as he sat in front of the organ. His fingers danced across the keys, practicing different arrangement of Gothic music.

A loud thrum of a sputtering transmission broke into the melody, but Jean did not stop. Soon, Pastor Nick arrived. His large form comically contrasted his position, yet his aging appearance showed he did not lack experience. He was a decent-looking man in his fifties, after all.

"Jean! You're here early, like always, huh? You're such a good kid. Are you going to lead the liturgy again?" Pastor Nick called, walking towards the altar.

"Yes, Brother Nick. 'For the Lord Grants wisdom! From his mouth come knowledge and understanding.' Proverbs 2:6." Jean replied. He stopped playing.

"I still don't know why you come in so early. A talented and good-hearted kid like you should be sweeping the entertainment industry!" Pastor Nick chuckled. "You play music like a Heaven-sent angel, you know that, Jean?"

"I have faith the Lord guides me to help others. 'Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding.' Proverbs 3:5." 

"Jean! You don't have to be so stiff. Why do you need to quote the Scriptures when both of us are well-read?"

"We must stay true to our teachings. 'Without wise leadership, a nation falls; there is safety in having many advisers.' What better advisers can there be than the Scriptures themselves?"

"Well, I knew I shouldn't have argued with you. You keep drowning me in your faith. Lighten up a little, huh?" Pastor Nick scratched at his stubble.

"I'm just joking with you! I'm young but lacking experience. If I want to enjoy the world, I have to make my own fun, right?" Jean winked at Pastor Nick.

Pastor Nick jarred in his step as he was walking to his office in the basement, suitcase in hand. "Y-yeah. Life's too short to worry so much about. Just don't go overboard. You keep reminding me of old Pastor Francis."

"Fine, Brother Nick. I'll see you at Mass."

Jean continued playing the organ until the main congregation filed in.

Jean rang the bell as Pastor Nick stood behind him. They went through the Rites lethargically. When the hymns came up, Jean lively led the Choir and congregation. Jean preached for the sermon and homily about truth and happiness. He noted the tragic end of William and Veronica, with their children. The Profession of Faith and the Prayers passed quickly.

Small baskets were passed around for donations as offertory began. Soon, the end neared.

Pastor Nick only offered Natalie the pitiful amount of wine left in the chalice. She was recently accepted by Yaler, long served as a volunteer for the homeless and needy, and always had good behavior. 

After the drink, she became a little flushed so Pastor Nick helped her sit on the side. Pastor Nick blessed the congregation but said Natalie told him she wanted to confess her sins privately before leaving on Tuesday.

Members of the congregation shuffled out, slightly tired but invigorated by the teachings of Deacon Jean and Pastor Nick. Their cars slowly pulled out and left only three behind.

Jean softly smirked. He cleaned up the pews and after the Mass methodically. Today was special.

Jean stretched and decided he took long enough. Pastor Nick closed the Church doors for his private session with Natalie. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was doing.

Jean tucked his thick, hardcover Bible under his armpit. He slowly walked down the steps, appreciating the history of the stone foundation. At the door, he heard muffled noises. Jean unlocked the door and then knocked.

"Brother Nick? It's getting late. Shouldn't Natalie get home soon?"

Jean opened the door mid-sentence.

There, Pastor Nick stood, half-way thrusting into the sprawled form of Natalie. Her hands were bound by taut rope to sconces on the wall and her mouth was filled with a ball gag. Her legs similarly were spread apart, tied, and weakly moving in resistance.

Pastor Nick's arm was drawn back, with a riding crop in hand. It fell out of his grasp. Already, long red lines drew across Natalie's skin, slightly bleeding.

"Jean, wait!"

Jean stood in place, imprinting the memory. How many years had he known this was going on? Too many, that's how many. Father Francis didn't go to the grave willingly, and Jean knew this too...

"Jean, I can explain! This is… yes. She wanted this! We're just having adult fun! There's no need for you to be here!"

"Brother Nick," Jean said, coldly. "I was going to debate the Scriptures with you. 'My eyes are red with weeping; dark shadows circle my eyes." Job 16:16. Is that not what I see from Natalie? 'Shouldn't someone answer this torrent of words? Is a person proved innocent just by a lot of talking?' Job 11:2. Can I trust you anymore, Brother Nick? Shouldn't I trust the words of Natalie?"

Pastor Nick slowly pulled up his pants and walked over to the door.

"Jean. Forget this ever happened. Next time--"

"NEXT TIME?!" Jean thundered.

"Jean!" Pastor Nick bowed to Jean for forgiveness. "Please!" They stood in silence.

Jean began mumbling quietly.

"What was that, Jean?" Pastor Nick asked. Another moment of silence passed.

"I called the police. They're going to arrest you."

"What?! NO! I CAN'T END LIKE THIS! HOW DARE YOU, UNGRATEFUL WHELP!! I WILL KILL YOU!!"

Pastor Nick charged at the door. Jean fled, dropping the phone.

They both ran up the stairs, and Jean let Pastor Nick catch up.

Pastor Nick tackled Jean's legs and screamed in fury. They both fell forwards.

"Let go! Let go! LET GO!!!" Jean yelled at the desperate man.

Pastor Nick pummeled Jean's androgenous legs as Jean tried to slip away.

Jean smiled brightly.

His Bible fell like a guillotine. A cold snap broke the air, and with a swift kick, Pastor Nick fell down the stairs like a ragdoll. A sickening thump splattered the end of his fall.

Jean slowly walked down the stairs, enduring the pounding his legs encountered.

At the bottom, Pastor Nick spawled like broken toy, probably looking like what the many women he groomed and tasted felt like. A pool of red began forming.

Jean bent down to feel his pulse. There was none.

Jean stumbled over to Natalie. He removed the ball gag to hear her sobbing and slowly untied her limbs. She cried endlessly, so Jean patted her head.

"There, there. It's all over. 'He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.' Revelation 21:4." he cooed.

Jean hugged Natalie until the police arrived.

The city launched an investigation into the incident. Many women attested to Jean's innocence and Pastor Nick's vile ways. There was enough physical evidence to put Pastor Nick behind bars for life and even more. People whispered rumors and spread gossip about Father Francis. Yet, Jean stayed a devout and proud Catholic Christian who acted in heroic self-defence. 

Jean took over the Renningberry Catholic Church. Pope Jon Paul the Great commended Jean and took measures to condemn the sexual misconduct of the Catholic Church while apologizing to victims.

Jean continued living normally, albeit with more respect and publicity. He removed one more shackle, all in the eyes of the public. He could use even more subliminal messages to imprint his alibi into the mind of the public. Jean smiled more brightly in public. It was all going to plan, after all.

Wasn't the best disguise in plain sight?

The camera views the actions of an aspiring serial killer. 

How far and how close can he come to reality?

(Written on my phone to spite Rebirth of A Serial Killer by Kotrem and because I always wanted to write  a serial killer series. 

Any similarities to real people, places, and works are not to be taken seriously.)

MORE OF A REALIZATION OF WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN THIS WORLD!

Sydney had gone to bed the previous night feeling violated and defeated by Jim, whom she thought she liked, whom she thought was an alright guy, but that was then and this is now. He had ruined his self image to her. It had all come out as him being a spoiled, entitled, rich, little snob. His statue she had created, had shattered into bits as she bashed it with a fireplace poker and stomped it with her foot.

Sydney woke up to Margaret shaking her vigorously, she had her hands on her shoulders. 

"Wake up already. It's time to get started!" Sydney wiped her eyes, kind of annoyed, not ready for the day, not really caring. The time after Jim had done what he did moved slower than anything she'd ever dealt with before. It crept by like pancake syrup. She couldn't focus on one particular task the night previous, and she was starting to make Margaret angry. Right before she put her head down on her pillow, Margaret spoke her own opinion rather vocally.

"You should of just given what he wanted, girl." Margaret had stopped her coming in their room right at the door. 

"And that would be right? In what way?" Sydney pushed past her, she didn't want to hear it, and she didn't want others to either. None of anyone else's business, and she wasn't interested in getting in further trouble with her masters.

"It would just be easier than what's to come!"  Margaret shook her head and pressed her fingers to her forehead where her temples were. 

"I'm not his doll, his plaything, his tool!" Sydney was enraged about the injustice she had been through.

"Useless you are right now!" Margaret barked.

"What do you mean, Margaret?!"Sydney looked confused.

"You've been messing stuff up all day long!" She scoffed. 

"What do you expect, I can't keep my head straight!"

"For you to move on like it didn't happen, it's the only way to survive this ordeal, young one." Margaret put her hand on Sydney's. 

"How would you know about all of this, what I'm going through?" Sydney frowned acutely, staring up at the slanted ceiling. 

"It's happened to many maids around her, you weren't the only one!" 

"What?" How long had this gone on for? The whole thing was a surprise to her, she had been living there for years, and didn't see things like that going on. She was wondering when such things had happened to who.

"Right. I'll tell you." Margaret patted Sydney's head. Shaking her head again.

"Every pretty maid for the past twenty years had been preyed upon by the head of the house, Mr. Phillip."

"Why hadn't I seen any of this going on?" Sydney was confused again.

"That's a long story, but let's just say Mrs. Rose Taylor, put a stop to it for awhile. Right before you were brought on."

"Well, you said twenty years. Why hadn't she stopped it before then?" Margaret closed her eyes.

"The lady is an adamant follower of Christ, our lord and savior, through the catholic church, she spent many hours in her room praying, and studying the bible. She didn't see what happened in her own home. Except, at some point, she was visited by her daughter, Jules. Who told her what happened to a little maid named Rebecca." Margaret went on to tell her what had happened to poor, unfortunate, Rebecca. Of course, it was the story Margaret had decided was appropriate, leaving out her own not so decent part in it.

"Where'd they send her? How could they do such a thing to her?!" Sydney lost her respect for Mr. Taylor and Jim, and she also achieved a new understanding of Jules. She did not like what Mrs. Taylor did to Rebecca, as clearly it was her own Husband's fault. Maybe she wanted to protect him.

"I don't know where she went. I became numb to the maids in this household cycling through, all of my friends and coworkers not being the same from year to year. I don't tend to make any friendships anymore. That's just how it is, girl." Margaret sighed. 

Sydney had a new found hate for the masters of her house, and almost was determined to take some kind of revenge. She wanted to hit that bible thumper with her own book. She wanted to cut off Phillip's male parts. She wanted to rip a hole in Jim's lips. But, instead, logically, instead of murderously, she just went to bed, crying. 

￼

A few days later, after working diligently and doing her best to ignore Jim and the other masters, Sydney had an argument about what do about her problem.

"Why can't I?!" Sydney yelled, kicking and screaming. Margaret put her hand over Sydney's mouth.

"Shh!! You don't want to wake them!" Margaret looked concerned.

"Who even cares?!" She hissed trying to be loud even though Margaret was forcing her to be quiet.

"You should be smart about all of this! What about your job? Your lively-hood? How are you to get revenge without playing it on the cool side?"

Sydney had always been a bit raging and foolhardy. She preferred to take everything head on, and honestly. She wanted to make her intentions clear, right at the start. To her dismay though, if she were to try a full throttle approach she would likely get canned.

"I could just go up to that damned bible thumper and tell her what's going on."

"There's no way you'd get to stay in this house. You'd go to where Rebecca is." Margaret put her hand over her old crinkled face, taking it off of Sydney's mouth. Sydney decided to stop being loud. She knew she was right.

"So, what do you suggest I do?"

"Make Jim fall madly for you." Margaret stared.

"Do fucking what?" Sydney was really mad now. Her blood boiled hard. Her face was as red as a beet in the summertime sunshine.

"Like I said." Margaret rolled her eyes. "Simple as that."

"I've never been with a man." Sydney said, petrified. "I don't know what I'd even do!" Sydney shook her head in defiance. Why are we all seen as sexual objects and nothing more? Sydney thought, enraged.

"You make him want you really bad. Play with his affections." Sydney had no idea how Margaret knew all this, she didn't seem like she'd ever been pretty or with someone. To toy around with someones feelings... As much as she wanted some justice to be served to those ingrates, she didn't like the idea.

"Can't I do something else?" Sydney pondered another scheme. She thought about just poisoning the master in his sleep, but all involved routes of mass destruction and not ones that would end up in her favor. If she were to kill her masters instead of manipulating them, she was going to end up on that penal colony somewhere in the pacific she heard of. She did not care for that outcome.

"You can't think of anything can you?"

"Nothing good. What Margaret, do you have in mind then? It seems like you had thought of something yourself." Sydney stared into the old maid's dirty water brown eyes.

"Just give in to his demands, but insist on playing hard to get, all at the same time. Eventually, tell him you love him, your life depends on him, you love his member. He'll start to send romantic gestures your way, I know it. Remember not to claim love too soon, keep at the hard to get game. Don't let your own feelings into it, even if he looks to be genuine." Margaret was proud of her plan, she smiled.

"That sounds about right." Sydney didn't even want to touch the guy, but she was out for his head, and his dad's, especially. In her own heart though, she did not see how she was supposed to do this, or what was to be done after him claiming his love for her.

Set vs Amon.
Welcome to the battle of the gods, where the conniving god Set of Ancient Egypt messes with the other, taking his memories, his lover, and his own ambitions away from him.  

The god of the wind and the god of chaos battle it out. To control, or to be controlled. People will be betrayed, lovers killed, feelings crushed.

I woke up to the sound of somebody humming. My eyes slowly fluttered open and I found myself staring at a a white ceiling with no air vents. Where was I? Suddenly everything that happened before I blacked out came flooding back. I turned my head slightly to the left which hurt for some reason and I saw a Nurse adjusting the tubes that were connected to monitors behind me that were connected to me.


 I tried to talk, but I couldn't then the Nurse noticed that I was awake. 



She smiled wide "Well howdy Sunshine, it's about time you woke up, how are you feeling?"



I tried to speak again, but it was like my throat and vocal chords weren't functioning. 



She shook her head and patted my hand in sympathy "Sunshine, you won't be able to talk for a couple of days possibly weeks. Your lungs inhaled way to much of the gasoline smoke. So far your lungs are cleared, but your throat is swollen badly. You won't be able to eat solid foods, we're going to be connecting a tube is actually where we'll be feeding you liquids through. I'm really sorry about what happened to you, but it truly is a miracle that you survived. My oh my where are my manners? My name is Nurse Nelly and your name, Lily is beautiful just like you are."



I also had a hard time believing that I was alive which made me wonder if there was someone up there watching over me. What I really wanted to know was if Justin was okay. 



It was like this Nurse read my mind "As for the young man that was found with you, he's still unconscious. There's a possible risk that he will slip into a coma if he doesn't wake up within the next twelve hours."



What? Then I realized that it was  because he hadn't been covering his nose and mouth as long as I had. This was all my fault. I shouldn't have done what he told me to do then I wouldn't be awake right now while he would've been. If I ended up losing Justin over this I have no idea how I was going to live with myself with the guilt that was probably going to consume me.




I just hope that whoever did this to us gets caught and never tries anything like this again. That unknown person almost killed us so this had been the doing of someone who didn't just dislike me, but someone who hated me. I couldn't even begin to think who could've done something like this at least not yet. Nurse Nelly went to get my family saying that she was going to let them visit with me until I fell asleep since my lungs which were worn out were going to make my body feel worn out too.




When I saw my Mom walk in and take my leftJhand in both of hers with tears running down her cheeks I felt my own tears rolling down my cheeks too. I couldn't make a sound, but I knew that my Mom knew how I was feeling by watching me cry. I was angry, frustrated and annoyed at whoever did this. Then the Doctor walked in fifteen minutes later and explained that my left lung was going to need a transplant and if I didn't get one soon we all knew without him saying it that I wasn't going to make it.



So now I was going to have to stay at the hospital for as long as it took for me to get a transplant and until I fully recovered.



FOUR MONTHS LATER




The past four months a lot had happened. I recieved a lung transplant three days later. However because of all of the smoke I had inhaled I now had asthma. So when I was discharged from the hospital two weeks later I had to pick up my prescription which was an inhaler that I would now have to use twice a day. 



I kept going back to the hospital every day after school for three hours where I would talk to Justin about my day or do my homework or both. Justin ended up slipping into a coma the day I got my lung transplant so although he can probably hear me talking to him he doesn't respond or move at all. Brenda who invites me to go shopping with her once a week told me that the Doctors don't think Justin is going to pull out of his coma. Brenda doesn't want to disconnect him since she has hope that he'll pull through. 



Lately though since I feel like I'm to blame for what happened to Justin I've been stressing out more than usual and I feel like my stress might turn into depression. I just don't know how to help Justin get through this, but I visit him everyday anyway because it's my fault that he's in a coma, it should've been me. During the night I wake up with nightmares about Justin waking up and telling me that he hates me that everything that happened to him was all my fault and then he'd dump me and tell me that he could never be with a girl who almost got him killed. I'd wake up in a cold sweat and I'd have a panic attack with wheezing so I'd have to use my rescue inhaler or if I didn't I'd pass out or worse. 



Brenda, Kyle and my Parents were worried about me and I appreciated them being there for me and trying to comfort me, but it didn't make me feel better. I was stressed and depressed for two and a half months. I was pushing everyone away and keeping to myself and I made a promise to myself that once Justin woke up and came out of the coma I was going to break up with him because I didn't want him to get hurt again because of me. I didn't want to be the third girl who break his heart like the other two did, but what else was I supposed to do?




If he died I wouldn't be able to live with myself. The one of my cousins' Myra Winters invited me to go to a Christian church with her. So since I had nothing better to do I went. She told me that she was a Christian-Catholic and I had always admired her ever since I had been in middle school and she had been in high school. 



She was kind-hearted and sweet as well as beautiful and she always forgave never holding a grudge. I had always wanted to be like her and I could never say 'no' to her. She drove us there in her silver box jeep and once we got off and entered the building we sat in the last row. The music that was playing was like nothing I had ever heard and the voices sounded like Angels, as one voice there wasn't one voice that stuck out. 



As I listened to the words they were singing and to the soft, gentle music I felt at peace. It was like nothing I had ever felt before since my life had never felt so at peace like that moment had. Then the Pastor started to talk about God's love how He loves us and how He always will. 


"God loves you and although you feel like you're not worthy of His love it doesn't matter because he loves you and nothing you do will ever make Him stop loving you because His love is infinite which means He will love you forever."



At those words my heart started pounding so hard and loud in my chest. He ended with those words then he said a closing prayer and we exited the building. 




Once we were back inside her jeep, Myra glanced at me with a smile "What did you think?"



I turned to look at her "I want to know more about God."



She nodded "So then would you like to accompany me every Wednesday and Sunday?"



I arched my left eyebrow in confusion "Why Wednesdays?"




"We have Bible study group those days, you can learn more about God that way too, whatever question you have the Bible has the answer."




I was intrigued and fascinated. So I spent the next two and a half months going to church and to Bible study with Myra while still going to college and visiting Justin at the hospital. I told Justin everything that was happening in my life and while a part of me hoped that he would be just as intrigued and fascinated about all of this too. The other part was hoping that he's been listening to everything that I've been saying to him because I don't want to keep any secrets from him, the love of my life.

*EDITED*
March 23rd 2019 and Sarauniya Williams has felt the weight of the world for as long as she could remember. She was an orphan at an early age, her family apparently dropped her off at the front door of an orphanage, knocked and took off. Cliché I know, but here she is on her 25th birthday running for her life.
 
Flaassshhhback! Sarauniya Williams was born and raised in Scranton, Pennsylvania. Raised by the Sisters of the Mary's Grace Orphanage, Sara's young life was heavily rooted in the church and schooling. Top of her class and extracurricular studies, Sara had hopes of getting out, living a decent life like she saw on TV and raising a family of her own that she would never abandon. Some years later one day the children were on a field trip to New York of all places. Everyone is thrilled of course and couldn't wait to experience the excitement of the city and rush of city life. The most exciting thing they had in Scranton were the Greek and Italian Festivals. The food was great and the rush of people was even nicer, but this was WAY different.

Once they got through the day of visiting old churches and had some down time to roam, the older children, including Sara, were allowed to roam the boardwalk and beach while the chaperones and younger kids stayed in one area. Sarah sat in the sand playing with shells and her friend Jackie came over. Jack was 4 years younger than her but Sara viewed Jackie like the little sister she always wanted. The sand was warm, hot even, to the skin on her thighs exposed by her shorts. The water made a lulling sound with the continual crash of the waves and tide washing up and back. The birds pecked around for stray seafood poking out the sand and the pigeons did their thing, being airborne rodents. Sara closed her eyes and lifted her head to the sky taking deep and slow breaths her doctor had shown her in therapy. "Hey you okay?" Jackie asked softly, not sure if she should bother Sara. "Yeah I'm just enjoying the sound of it all. They say when you lose one of your senses the others naturally heighten themselves to make up for the deficit. Makes everything all the more calming..." she replied with a smile on her face. Jackie looked at her confused, her nose scrunched up "Make up for the def...d....the what?!" she asked, fully perplexed. Sara laughed fully and shook her head "Never mind Jackie" she replied wiping a tear from her eye.

Sara looked out over the horizon and smiled to herself taking in the colors. The sun was setting perfectly in view even though it still warmed her skin. The sky was various warm colors, shades of oranges, red, pinks and some purples blending together. There were stars glittering in the sky and little clouds were moved along quickly by the gentle winds coming off the ocean. "The bus is here girls it's time to go!" Sister Inna Called. She was the nun who found Sara and named her. Sarauniya - Godess, in Sister Inna's native language. Sara always wondered why she was named that considering Sister Inna was catholic but she never got the chance. When they returned home Sara was so tired, she did her nightly routine and fell into bed. And then it happened. Darkness faded to day but the sun seemed to be blocked out buy something else, the moon?" The eclipse has begun! Now it our chance!" a strange man yelled. Sara looked up to the sky and sure enough the moon had a red ring around it from the sun it was hiding, but it was different. Sara shouldn't have been able to see the eclipse in such detail and not without going blind. The wind started to pick up and clouds of dirt and debris came in, and then the roars.

Panicking Sara tried to find the sound so she knew which direction to run and there was a wave of dragons overhead breathing red hot flames across the battlefield. Sarah Looked at the man who called the orders earlier and he had deep set gray eyes shaped by unreasonable long lashes for a man and perfect brows. His hair was long and blonde gleaming silver. It was braided in an intricate style she thought to keep it out his face but she got stuck on the pointed long ears that poked out. There were other men and women just like him on horses but others looked like half beast half human, others looked like they were the horses with a human upper body. As they charged she realized they were coming right towards her and she tried to run. Falling backwards, she tried to catch herself, her hands landing onto the body she tripped over and settling in the massive pool of blood that should have been in the person's torso. She looked away in horror only to see the man's face and notice his eyes were Crimson red and he had fangs. She screamed at the top of her lungs and was awoken by Sister Inna. The other children in the room stared at her frightened by her late night screams and she couldn't stop herself from crying.

In an effort to comfort her, Sister Inna took Sara with her to the kitchen area and made her some tea. Sarah finally managed to calm down and told Sister of what she saw. She wasn't sure how the nun would react but she had to tell someone because she wouldn't get to see her therapist for a few days and she had to get it out now. As she finished relaying the details of her nightmare she noticed Sister Inna paled a bit and looked thoroughly scared. "Sister Inna?" Sara called out softly and Sister Inna seemed to snap back to reality. " Sara dear" Sister Inna started "I know that you have been raised a good catholic girl for many years but there is so much more out there than you could hope to understand. I know this sounds strange coming from me but I can promise you, don't believe everything you read, even in the bible." 

Just then a crack of lighting went off randomly making them both jump and rain started to fall from the skies violently. "No!" Sister Inna whisper yelled and started pulling Sara back to her room. She leaned down to get eye level with Sara and said "Listen to me my little Goddess, understand and remember what I said tonight and that you can trust NO one but your betrotheds" she grabbed Sara by the arms and shook her a bit for emphasis. "Don't you mean betrothed?" she asked, confused and starting to panic. "No, betrotheds. I said what I said now, get to bed!" Sister Inna replied, pushing Sarah into the bedroom and closing the door before she could ask further questions. "Sorry guys" Sarah said to the other kids apologizing for waking them and they all went back to sleep.
The next morning Sara wanted to talk more with Sister Inna but she was nowhere to be found. She looked and waited for a few days because she knew sometimes the sister was called for work at other churches but after two weeks Sara began to worry. Walking up to another Sister she asked "Sister Mae have you seen Sister Inna?" hoping to get some calming news. Sister Mae turned from her dusting with a confused look "Sister who?" she asked. Sister Mae had been here for some time and Sara knew she knew Sister Inna. "Sister Inna, her family is originally from Nigeria, dark brown skin brown eyes, Sister Inna" she replied perplexed and wondering why she had to give details like she was going to put out an APB. 

"I'm sorry Sara I don't know 'Sister Inna', is she new here? Try asking Sister Kathrine." 'No she's not new here you incompetent oaf.' Sara wanted to yell but she nodded and replied "Okay, thanks anyway" before walking off and Sister Mae returned to her chores. After asking a few other nuns and students Sara realized it was like Sister Inna never existed! Her belongings were gone, no one knew of her and Sara knew she didn't imagine the last 14 years of her life. But Sara did as she was told, she never forgot the Sisters words and that's when she began her research into the Supernatural. END FLASSHHHBACCKK!!

Sarauniya was an orphan since she can remember. Life was never easy in the system and only got harder out of it. Problems seems to follow her everywhere but things turn around for her on her 25th birthday. While literally running from her newest life changing event she runs into Murciél. A member of the Brotherhood of Kings. Murciél saves Sarauniya by dining on her attackers and while frozen in fear he walks up to her and caresses her cheek and mutters "mate" before he puts her to sleep in his arms.

Charles smiled mysteriously. "My beliefs are… slightly different from my grandfather's. I would like to tell you more, if you're interested."
"Of course," Lu Zhiyu said earnestly with a nod. "I am very interested."
"Do you believe in the blood race?" Charles asked in a hushed whisper.
"Vampires?" Lu Zhiyu said, surprised.
There was a difference between these words, so Charles shook his head. "No, the blood race!"
Lu Zhiyu narrowed his eyes. Charles's questions had made him very curious. He glanced at Charles. "There are many legends about the the blood race," he said. "One can go as far back as thousands of years ago, to the Mesopotamian civilization. There are records of them in ancient Jewish texts and from the Roman Empire. Some say they are descendants of Cain, the first murderer according to the Bible, who murdered his brother due to jealousy. Others say they came from Judah or the Wallachian ruler Vlad Dracula."
He paused for a moment. "Ever since the middle ages, the Catholic Church has issued several decrees regarding the blood race, acting as if the blood race was a great enemy. This seemed to validate their existence. It was as if these blood-sucking creatures had been hidden among humans for centuries." Lu Zhiyu paused, then said, "Of course, no one knows whether that's real or not. These are all rumors and legends passed down through generations. No one has actually met them before. It's just a legend!"
Charles shook his head. "No, it's not just a legend. If you are willing, I can show you a whole different world."
"Really?" Lu Zhiyu asked, intrigued. "I am very interested."
The two exchanged their business cards and Charles disappeared with a mysterious smile while Lu Zhiyu frowned. He was certain that Charles was a normal man without any form of special abilities. However, he had probed at Charles's mind and found out some of the information that Charles was talking about.
Charles was a loyal member of a cult called the Vatican Clan. He joined this cult when he was still attending college and became an official member of it after he graduated. There were many famous people in the cult. There were several wealthy businessmen and politicians, as well as scientists and artists. There were even some actors and famous authors among the cult's members. This cult clearly wielded very significant influence.
There also seemed to be some mysterious and powerful forces and people behind this cult. Charles' memory also contained some miraculous events. Did these supernatural forces and powers really exist on Earth?
But then he remembered the Scroll of the World, and he became even more interested. He wanted to learn more about this cult.
As for why Charles invited him, Lu Zhiyu was interested too. It seemed that the appearance of members was very important to this cult. All the members were very beautiful humans. The more beautiful one was, the more likely they were to be invited to join the cult. It was as if only attractive beings fit the requirement for the blood race!
This was why Charles had approached Lu Zhiyu. He looked at the card Charles had given him. Even though Charles didn't say anything when he left, Lu Zhiyu knew that his name would be on the list next time the cult gathered for a meeting. Lu Zhiyu decided that he would join the next meeting. He was set on discovering what was up with this cult.
After leaving the manor, he and Charles spent some time chatting together. Zoe looked at the two of them with an even stranger expression on her face as if she'd determined Lu Zhiyu's sexual orientation.
"Anthony, did you keep rejecting me because you really do like men?" As Lu Zhiyu was about to drive away from the mansion, Zoe suddenly squeezed into the passenger seat.
"Of course not," Lu Zhiyu said. "He just told me some interesting things."
Zoe frowned. "He's not inviting you into some cult, is he?"
Lu Zhiyu didn't expect Zoe to know about the cult as well. "You know about it too?" he asked, surprised.
Zoe shook her head. "Not much," she said. "But Charles and my brother went to the same university, so I know a little about things. I just want to tell you not to get in too deep."
"Is it dangerous?" Lu Zhiyu asked.
"I don't know," Zoe said with a shrug. "But these cults are always so mysterious and private. You can't be recognized officially and you must hide yourself. Why hide if there's nothing wrong? You should at least be cautious."
The two stayed in the car and chatted for a bit longer before Zoe bade him goodbye and slipped away. She got into her own car with a professional chauffeur-bodyguard who escorted her away.
Lu Zhiyu thought about Zoe's words. He thought that even if it was dangerous, it wouldn't really be a threat to him. Of course, he would still be careful because he wasn't sure what was hiding under the surface of this world.
Speaking of Zoe, she'd seemed interested in Lu Zhiyu all this time, but she never initiated anything. She seemed like a hard-to-get woman and was a strong and independent woman in reality!
He sat in his car for a bit longer, then drove away from the mansion. This party had been very interesting and it helped revitalize him. Humans were indeed social animals. All sorts of psychological problems would appear after being separated for too long!
Once he got back to his house, he spent some time watching TV before returning to the dimensional castle. Another dozen of years had passed since he left, but the ant-people had kept the castle tidy. Lu Zhiyu didn't need to rest for energy now, but he still had the habit of sleeping. Resting his mind could help adjust his state.
Ever since he developed supernatural creatures, he began planning his next move. He wanted to open up the path to the zero-dimensional space, so that the supernatural creatures could flourish in Maria's World. He wanted to use Maria's World as a testing ground for these organisms.
He was only one man and have limited speed and energy. He would sometimes make mistakes or have loopholes in his thoughts. If he got more people to do the same thing as him, he could progress much faster and more efficiently. Other people might even point out the correct path for him.
George Bernard Shaw had once said, "You have an apple and I have an apple. If we trade, we still only have one apple each. But if you have an idea and I have an idea and we trade, we will each have two ideas!"
This was how knowledge was. Lu Zhiyu could receive knowledge discovered by others without having to steal them. This was a mutually-beneficial thing.


By accident, Lu Zhiyu found the entrance to a low-dimensional world, and thus began a totally different journey!

Free to control everything in the low-dimensional game, Lu Zhiyu felt like a gamemaster, and even God.


Chapter-3 Awakening

Blood is all you need. Only in the blood do we discover the truth.

Dracula (series)
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In the bedroom

Cain changed his clothes, to a simpler one, and lay on the bed of red cotton sheets with laziness.

He lifted his head and looked up at the stone ceiling of the room with a little anxiety appearing in his red eyes.

Cain knows that Remilia and Fran are going to Japan alone to take refuge and this will happen many years later. That means something happened with Selene and Ettore so that the girls would have to flee to Japan.

Cain then remembered the extensive list of his family's enemies and remembered the day he went to his family's library.

In the Scarlet family library, Cain saw in an ancient book that told, the past of the ancestor of all vampires Count Vlad Tepes Dracula. He was a noble but religious man, he believed firmly in the glory of the Lord of the Bible, unfortunately when he lost the war in the name of God. God abandoned him without thinking twice.

At that moment Dracula asked God's forgiveness but was only answered by silence. After that day, Dracula saw his people starving because the plantations no longer gave grain, he saw the people thirsty because the rivers dried up, he saw the people die by a plague that spread throughout the territory.

No longer able to stand the suffering of the people, Dracula made a decision that would change the world and make it famous for millennia.

He made a pact with Lucifer himself in exchange for power and immortality. Lucifer, of course, accepted one of the world's most determined faithful willingly.

That day, an immortal monster that quenched its thirst with blood was born, Vlad the Impaler became a real monster.

After achieving what he wanted with Lucifer, Dracula began a reign of terror throughout the continent of Europe.

He did not kill innocent people, he killed monsters, he killed monsters in the form of humans, the Catholic Church was the majority the target of his attack.

Until the war against the church broke out completely. Creatures called vampires appeared, they had the strength much stronger than any normal human. They ran so fast, normal people would only see a blur at high speed. They cured an inhuman speed and drank blood to quench their own thirst.

The Orthodox Church announced the crusade against the creatures of darkness. The war broke out completely, the continent of Europe was flooded by the flames of war.

Dracula with his immortal army, against the whole Orthodox church. Clearly, Dracula would win the war, but almost in Victory, Dracula had seen Western monsters allying with the Orthodox church and had no time to readjust for war.

Griffo's, Ogres, Trolls, elves, almost all the voracious monsters marched together with the army of the Orthodox Church in the crusade against Dracula, the Son of the Devil.

In the end, Dracula lost his entire army of immortals and lost all war. Gravely wounded, he fled to the depths of the darkest lands in the world.

Remembering Dracula's story, Cain thought his family had many potential enemies, waiting only for the location of the Scarlet Family.

The church especially must hate his family very much. Cain only sighed sadly but soon showed a gaze full of determination in his eyes and whispered the phrase he had seen in the old book. "Blood is all you need. Only in the blood do we discover the truth."

After thinking many random things in his mind, Cain finally came eyes to enter the world of dreams.

The next day

Slowly Cain's light blue eyelashes trembled before opening his eyes to show the world two reptilian red eyes.

Cain slowly got up from the bed and changed his simple clothes into a formal vampire suit of pure blood. A black suit with a red medal on his chest in the shape of a crescent moon. Around his neck a white scarf held by a gold brooch, later he placed a ring with the Scarlet family crest on his finger.

Cain then took a black cane with a red tip and a dragon-shaped fist and opened the doors of the room and left with slow but steady steps.

Unlike the usual silence in the castle, the air in the castle was a little tense. Cain ignored the maids cleaning the rooms that bowed to, he and I continue to walk along the long corridor of the castle in silence, only the sounds of Cain's footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Arriving at one of the only iron gates in the castle, Cain tried to open it with a little force, but the door didn't move an inch, so he put all his force in his arm and pushed the massive iron door.

*Old door opening slowly*

After the iron door opened, Cain looked down the dark staircase and slowly began to walk down it. The staircase had small steps and spiraled down to the depths of the earth.

After an unknown time, Cain finally finishes descending the thousands of stone steps and sees an oval entrance shining lightly.

Crossing the bright oval entrance, Cain sees a gigantic cave beautifully decorated with black trunk trees and red leaves on all sides. And in the middle of these black trees, an all-red lake, smelling a strong smell of blood. On the ceiling of the cave, small red crystals lit up the small forest, giving it an even darker but "peaceful" feeling.

Cain looked at the red lake and felt that his heart began to beat strongly, which he never thought he would again. He began to feel his mouth dry and his throat began to burn to show the strong thirst Cain was feeling, but he controlled himself not to jump directly into the lake of blood and waited for instructions to arrive.

"Formidable! Young vampire, you are the first to resist the call of your parent's blood." An aging voice echoed in Cain's mind that began to look to the sides trying to find where the voice came from.

"Don't look for me, young vampire. I'm speaking directly to your mind." The aged voice spoke in Cain's mind with a little fun in his tired voice.

"Let us begin your awakening, Young Vampire. First, take off your clothes and gently immerse yourself in the lake of the ancestral blood of vampires, you will feel strong sleepiness when you enter the lake, so don't panic and relax your body and let your awakening happen naturally". The aging voice echoed once again in Cain's mind, who followed this elder's instructions and took off his clothes, then slowly plunged into the lake of blood until he disappeared completely into the lake.

"I expect many things from you, my descendant." Feeling Cain asleep in the deepest part of the lake of blood, the aging voice spoke alone in this scary little forest.

A soul of the earth reincarnated as the elder brother of Remilia Scarlet and came into the world of Touhou full of dangers.

See how he grows up to be the most powerful vampire in the world.

Ps: Tags: Harem, Lolicon, magic, Lolis, Gods and demons, spirits, Youkais, incest.

If you don't like the tags, please don't even start reading.

John's eyes grow bigger... "Since when you become so wise, bro?"

Romeo smiled. "I'm not that wise. Sometimes it's easy to connect the dots when you are just the observer and not in the situation itself. Since I'm the outsider my mind can process things clearly but you can't... because you are part of the situation so you are emotionally and psychologically bound to things and just reacted with emotions rather than logic..."

John released a deep sigh. "I dunno, sometimes when the things in my life get so hard when my wife was kidnapped and then my brother committed suicide, they all happened in the same year... I think life is unfair and the trials are too much for me to bear..."

Romeo smiled. "Yeah, sometimes we think life is unfair, but since we are both Catholic I guess you are familiar with the way the son of God, Jesus Christ was tortured and died on the cross, can you imagine that? God allowed torture and death to his only son, he was capable of sacrificing his only son without mercy, and do you think we would be spared of the hard trials as well? I think not, well, the good thing is Jesus was resurrected after three days and was now with his father in heaven, just think of the great sacrifice that God has to put his only son to death and torture just to redeem our sins... so much sacrifice isn't it? If God and Jesus were willing to sacrifice just to save us all, then how come that people will cry foul or unfair with just small things gone wrong in their lives... yet we fail to remember the sacrifices that Jesus and God have to put through themselves? That if you believe the bible, if not then I dunno what to think of these life's mysterious ways... now to think of it I come to realize that life on earth is always a constant pressure test between good and evil, between doing the wrong thing and doing the right thing... see... in every decision that we made in our lives there is always cause and effect..."

John was now smirking. "OMG, buddy you're getting deeper, I can't sink in," he joked. Then his face turned serious. "To answer your previous questions... if I have to do the things again I would willingly suffer the 11 months of torture without my wife on my side than lose her and my unborn daughter in the hands of my deranged brother."

"Now you see! But during your wife's disappearance, you nearly died of worry and psychological torture and ask God why bad things were happenings to you? It's hard to grasp the inner working of life while they were in motion, but when the trials stop we will realize why some things were bound to happen...why things were meant to be and not meant to be..." Romeo smiled to himself in amazement. He was stunned that the words just come out easily from his mouth like a river that was rushing to the sea. His wisdom didn't come in an instant though, it's years of accumulated result observing things and making logical explanation based on the way things works before... and after.

John chuckled. "Let's toast my friend because I'm thankful you shared your wisdom with me. I feel lightheaded right now. I'm now seeing things from a different perspective..."

Romeo grinned from ear to ear.

"Thanks to God for giving me wisdom even though I honestly don't deserve this. Now let's put your worries away for good. Joseph now has finally attained peace and forgiveness, because through his death his anger and revenge was already put to rest and based on the suicide letters he was brave enough to make amends and apologized to everyone... and you know God is so kind, he rewarded Joseph with an offspring when he died, that's a big miracle! God is so forgiving and generous to those who make amends on their wrongdoing. Then the best thing about this is that you finally got your wife back and she also comes with a new baby, your family is whole again and growing! Awesome, isn't it? When you just focus on the bad side it does look hell but when you start giving importance to the result of that bad events you will see the good result produced by it. Sometimes good intentions produce bad results and bad intentions produce good results. So it's up to you my friend, you can continue living your life worrying who masterminds the kidnapping of your wife or live your life happily without worries from now on. And what if I told you that God has probably orchestrated all this to happen in your life? Do you still have the nerve to complained when Jesus Christ his son was even willing to go through all the hardships and torture himself? Think about that, we are just a tiny dot among the billions of people on this planet... that means we are not that special though."

John clapped his hands. "Such wisdom you had my friend! I was blown away by the things that you shared with me just right now. I am glad that we have this conversation, I can finally let go of the kidnapping incident and from now on I will enjoy my life with my wife and children. God allowed bad things to happen to me then fixed things right for me in the end. So how am I to complain?"

"That's right, let's focus on the good side now and leave the painful past behind! Cheers!" Romeo said aloud feeling happy that his buddy was finally letting go of the kidnapping incident.

They made a toast with their glasses filled with martini wine.

John was smiling while glancing at Romeo, he never knew this conversation with his buddy freed some of his worries and excess baggage inside. He feels truly lightheaded and enlightened right now.

He put the glass of wine in the table and strips his clothes except for his underwear. "I wanna go swimming bro, let's have a friendly swimming match!" he said.

Romeo put down his glass of wine as well and strips his clothes, and soon enough they were diving into the deepest part of the pool... their vibrant laughter vibrated around the pool area.

*Love doesn't always bring the best person into your life, sometimes, love brings the worst people into your life.
 ~
Caroline loves money, an ambitious woman who will do anything for money. She come from a poor family background. Envious of her twin sister's good fortune enjoying a happy and secured life with her wealthy husband, Caroline believed that she must also be granted with the same amazing fate as her twin sister.

She knows that money always comes with a heavy price... she's willing to pay any price!

Meet... Mr. X... he's upbringing isn't something that he can be proud of. He had a hard time trusting anyone. He rose to power, fame and wealth not because he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth but because it's an inheritance bestowed to him from the wealthy man who adopted him. He paid gravely for that wealth and power throughout his young and adult life.

When these two people meet...
What's gonna happen?
Will there will be sparks igniting between them?
How about attraction, is it possible?
And how about love?
Will love bring the best or worst out of them?


*** As the saying goes, true love does not come easy, it takes hard work and commitment. Some love can be too sweet yet fleeting and won't last a year. Some love grows in time, while some love can be deadly... there are types of love that should never be pursued because they are poisonous. Only true love endures the test of time... in this story all types of love will sprung from the ground and devour anyone who stands near it.

*** My other novel on this site are the following: 

* The CEO's Painted Skin~ 510 chapters~completed.
* The Last Embrace~ 472 chapters~ completed.
* The Tale Of Three Sisters~ ongoing.

April 14, 2013
7: 14 am
Christine Romulo

Alright. I am ready to go. I have the sheet music books on my hand, my courage on the other, and my smile on my face. Before I step in the car, I see my maid handing me a letter. Quite odd. What is this? I look at the address at the back. Oh, it's from the Office of the Ombudsman. Right then and there, I remember what I did a week ago.

After the family breakfast, and scolding, of course, I went up to my room. I made sure to lock the door so that no one may see or hear what I'm about to do. I take the flash drive from my bag and open all the files I had copied from Macedo. It's at least 500 pages of incriminating evidence against him. I printed it all in one go. It turns out that I had to photocopy everything, four times. Right, of course. Photocopy away! I put all of those papers in a box. Before sealing the box, I wrote a cover letter for all of these.

"To the Office of the Ombudsman, 

It has come to my attention that the Honorable Governor Julian Samuel Macedo is not complying to his duties that, as governor of this region, is entitled to obey and fulfill. In this box are the evidences of his ill-gotten wealth and money laundering activities. 

No public official should be able to acquire that amount of wealth with only a few small businesses that his family owns. I advise that an investigation against Governor Macedo be initiated, lest all of these activities were to continue.

These evidences are acquired by yours truly from his files that he keeps in his home. I do, however, request to be anonymous on the matter of your investigation. I trust that justice will be served for his corrupt ways. 

Respectfully,
Christine Romulo"

I put this cover letter on top of the others. I had the box taped up and sealed with the seal of a Romulo, just to get the Ombudsman's immediate attention. 

With that, I snuck my way out of the mansion and drove on my own car. I drove myself to the office of the ombudsman. Long lines, of course! Bureaucracy at its finest. I filled up all the forms needed. This box is fucking heavy, of course. Best hurry up! When I turned the box over to the clerk, even she is shocked to see how much I have. She takes a few documents just to see if it was photocopied. She's no fool. She won't check every single document if it has a photocopy. All she could do is just give me smile out of exasperation. 

After a few layers of bureaucracy, I have officially filed a complaint. 

Right now, I hold the ombudsman's letter. I can feel my hands trembling as if justice did not win. Whatever happens, I did the right thing, even if I had to be in bed with the enemy. 

Alright, here it goes. 

I break the seal of the envelope and reveal the full contents of it. 

"Ms. Christine Romulo

Your complaint has been answered duly by the ombudsman. It has come to his attention that this rather overwhelming evidence against the Honorable Governor Julian Samuel Macedo proves that he has not been compliant of his duties as governor. 

Therefore, it is decided that his removal from office will be issued immediately as soon as the decision has been formally issued. 

Further investigations will be done for a possible trial against his crimes of graft, corruption, and plunder."

I won? So, it is done. Macedo is done for.

*

Mister Silang is good to let me try a ministry of the first mass. The first mass is usually the time where the least amount of congregation attend. The most is the noon and the last. Actually, playing the piano for this church is rather pleasing. Keeping up with the sheet music, however, is not. 

I still have Mister Silang by my side to guide me on the page turnings and the cues. I am not a firm practicing Catholic, but I suppose I need to know if I am going to do this for a very long time, or at least, until the rumors die down. 

And so, I finished the first part, the introductory rites. I don't know if I am doing it right at all. Thankfully, it is now time for the first reading of the bible. I can only manage a sigh for what I am doing. My skills are a bit rusty now. I have not performed in years. It was just a childhood hobby years ago, but now, here I am. 

I look at Mister Silang. He seems to be rather encouraging despite my somewhat tolerable performance. He just lets out a brief smile and taps me on the shoulder to console me. "You're doing great, Christine.  This is a tough job, but you are doing great on your first day."

I let out another sigh. "Thank you, but it was terrible. Just be honest." 

I look around the congregation, and there I see Margaret. Her face displays interest in the readings, but her eyes say, "I need sleep." Poor Margaret. Everything is now taking a toll on her health. She may save lives, but I don't know how long she can keep up the charade that doing all this work, besides the hospital, is alright. 

And then, next to her, I see that man again with the mahogany hair and specs on his face. Actually, he seems to be quite the Catholic. He is taking notes of whatever is being said. And then, he looks straight at me. No, there is no smugness in his face. Just utter… reproach. That's when I understood. Oh, shit!

I hear the song being played on the piano, but it is not me playing it. It's Carlos. Dear, god! What is wrong with me? Why am I not keeping focus with what I am doing? Margaret is not even saying anything. She is too tired to even react. I look at Carlos who is playing the piece. He is far too focused to say anything about what I did. After the piece, he turns to me with a no-nonsense face.

"Perhaps, not that great," he says with slight reprimand. He lets out a brief sigh before continuing. "These things happen. We get so lost in thought that we forget our parts. Try to minimize it next time, Christine. I will not always guide you in every mass this church will have."

All I could do is hang my head in shame. Maybe, father is right. You can't always be right all the time (even if he was just being misogynistic at that time). 

The mass went on with me bearing a barely tolerable performance in my playing. All I could do is feel sorry for the congregation that wishes to hear the music of the angels. They are hearing the devil play, not the angels. At times I look at that smug smile of Morris. He doesn't have to rub it in that I am not doing a good job. Perhaps, my interpretations of pieces are wrong, and that he is right that I can be technical, but not passionate. 

At the end of the mass, Carlos just gives a tolerating goodbye. We will see each other next Saturday, of course, but I can feel that he is not pleased with what I am doing. I went out of the church alone. Normally, our chauffeur would pick us up from the church, but I'd rather much commute my way home. I can't handle the shame to face Margaret right now. As I carry several sheet music on my hands, I feel my arms giving up carrying all this weight. 

All of a sudden, a wind sweeps by. A few of my papers flown in the air. I tried my best to gather all of them. One is in the air, one is in the ground, one is in the bush, they're everywhere.

"Beep! Beep!"

And, suddenly, it came crashing right on to me. I did not realize what happened at first. I blacked out for a moment, but I stood my ground the moment it was done. And, then, I realized. A motorcycle crashed unto me. In my blurry vision, I see a man helping my stand up saying words that I cannot understand. After a few minutes, everything becomes clearer to me. 

"Miss, I am deeply sorry," he says as I come to sense of what is going on. "Are you alright? Should I call for an ambulance? How's your head? Oh, my… I did not mean to." 

I cannot even deal with this now. I just picked up the sheet music around me. I hear the congregation clamor as to what had happened. I can't even say who to blame. Is it this asshole's fault for not watching where he's going? Is it mine because I was too out of touch with reality that I did not realize he was coming? And then, I see him helping me. I take the sheet music away from him and started walking away. 

He started following me and catching up to me. "Miss, I'm sorry. I did not mean to."

I pretended not to hear him. My day just keeps getting better and better by the minute. First, my failure at the church. Now, it is him. He can't understand that I want some time alone. "Miss, it would do me a great pleasure if you would just answer me!" 

I just kept walking along faster. Just go hop on your motorcycle and drive away. However, instead of driving away, he just keeps catching up to me that he ran so I could see him face to face. He even dared blocked my way. "Look, miss. I know I did wrong, that is why I wanted to make up to you," he says while panting. 

I was about to walk away, but suddenly he stopped me. "Please, just hear me out," he says again. "I'm sorry for crashing unto you and making you fall. I did not really mean to."

He had to say that in the most annoying way possible, with a smile on the side. Of course, he's not being genuine about that apology. He just wants to relieve his conscience. I just give him an amused smile as I roll my eyes. "Is that it? Will you finally stop muttering 'I'm sorry' and leave me at peace?"

"Yeah, I think I will," he says in response. 

That's when he finally drew the last straw and had me walking away. Before I walked away, he pulls me by the arm. I look at him as if I would swallow him whole for what he is doing. If he had just said one 'sorry', I wouldn't be so annoyed. He's clearly overplaying it. "I just want to make up to you. I know I can't magically heal your scratches or straighten your sheet music, but I want to make it up to you in some other way."

In my annoyance, I take his hand off my arm. It's getting kinda annoying and it's pressing too much on me. "Oh, really? How?"

"A date," he says genuinely. "Just a normal date where I can treat you for a nice meal. Is it ok?" 

I am ready to say my 'no,' but then, I looked around. I see the concerned faces of the congregation. They clearly see what's going on. I know a date can't make up for what he has done, but I saw a face in the crowd. There's the rather dismayed face of my sister, and right beside her, there's Morris. There's Morris who is so honorable and stoic that he can't be bothered by seduction.

I promised to myself that I'll win, and I will. I look at this man once again in the eye with a triumphant smile. "Yes, I think I'll take you up on that offer." 

I see the relief on his face. "Great, how shall I meet you?"

"How about trying an introduction first? So, what's your name?"

"Mateo, and you?"

"Christine," I say with a rather faked smile. 

I pulled out my hand for a handshake, and Mateo gladly took it. I look once more at Morris with a smug look on my face. I can see him shaking his head at all of these. He's no fool. He knows what I'm doing. Still, I'd rather let him know that I can play any game that I will always win. I turn to face Mateo once more who seems rather glad of what's going on.

"So, shall I take you home?"

Wealth. Power. Beauty. Many Lovers?

This is what Christine Romulo had all her life.

Christine is an heiress and a self-made businesswoman at that. Unfortunately, things go awry when she dies in a car accident. With all these wealth left behind, it is Felicia's job to find the missing heir to her wealth. The question is, who will inherit her millions with so many lovers claiming to be her husband, the rightful heir to her wealth?

The answer lies in a diary that tells Christine's promiscuous life of love, affairs, lies, and mysteries.

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