"The bride's nervous." Sophie laughed.
"It's all right," old Sterling raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Dylan will deal with everything, and we're there too. Don't be nervous."
Emma grinned and said playfully, "Miss Schultz, you're not just nervous about the ceremony, you're also thinking about Mr. Sterling, aren't you? Take it easy, and you'll see him the day after tomorrow."
Savannah blushed, "I'm not thinking about him!"
She said no, but the look on her face betrayed everything. Old Sterling could also see that Savannah's heart had gone out to Dylan. He nodded and smiled.
Besides Devin's wedding not long ago, the Sterling family did not plan any festivity for many years. What's more, this was his son's wedding, and of course, old Sterling expected it more. He was no less exciting than the new couple.
Savannah was not a lady from a rich and influential family. Her father died early, and she had lived in an orphanage. But who cared?
The Sterling family was rich and powerful, and his son could run the group well without other family's help. Savannah had good conduct, and she was smart and sensible. In fact, he was quite satisfied with this daughter-in-law.
Just then, Cooper hurried in and walked over to old Sterling. He bent down and said something quietly in his ear.
Savannah noticed that Cooper's face was a bit pale. As he spoke to old Sterling, he glanced at her unconsciously.
Then old Sterling changed color and stood up. He took a breath and tried to look calm, "Savannah, help yourself. I've something to discuss with Cooper, and we'll go upstairs first."
"What's the matter, sir?" Savannah was a little uneasy.
"Nothing," said old Sterling, forcing a laugh, "just a little detail about the preparations for the wedding."
With that, he went upstairs with Cooper.
Looking at their backs, Savannah felt a gloomy foreboding that something was going to go wrong.
Whatever happened, Cooper would not interrupt their dinner-- unless it was really important.
What's more, even if something went wrong with the wedding preparations, they didn't have to discuss it behind her back.
After a few bites, Savannah had no appetite anymore.
Old Sterling still didn't come down.
The air of the dining-room became dull and gloomy. Finally, Savannah was impatient. When a maid filled a bowl with food and was about to send it upstairs, Savannah stopped her, "I'll do it."
The maid gave her the tray obediently.
Savannah, carrying the tray, went to the second floor. She moved silently to the door of the study where the voice of old Sterling floated up...
***
In the study.
"Call Dylan now! Get him back! Does he know that the day after tomorrow is his wedding day? How could he run to Chicago for another woman at this time! Is he mad? What will Savannah think when she hears this? If Savannah gets angry and the baby in her is affected by her mood, I won't forgive him!" Old Sterling bellowed.
Savannah's hands shook, and the tray almost slid out.
Dylan...went to Chicago…for another woman?
Could it be...
The girl who saved him was found?
That's right, nothing else could make him rush to Chicago in spite of everything on the eve of the wedding day...
Her heart tightened painfully.
"I've called, and Mr. Sterling said he would try to get back before the wedding," Cooper's voice came helplessly out, "but then his phone's off…"
"How dare he turn the phone off?" Old Sterling said angrily, "who on earth is that woman? What's her relationship with Dylan? Why did Dylan go to Chicago in such a hurry?"
He never heard that Dylan had an affair outside.
Cooper hesitated and said, "I just called Erik in Chicago. He said that the young master has been looking for a girl since he returned home. Sir, do you still remember that your house in Chicago had caught fire long ago?"
Old Sterling frowned and nodded.
Of course, he remembered the fire. Dylan was sent to his mother's house in Chicago to recuperate. The house caught fire on a summer night, and the old butler in that house went blind in that fire. Fortunately, Dylan was fine and not hurt. After that fire, he dared not leave his son alone in Chicago and got him back to LA hurriedly.
"Do you remember the young master was saved by a young girl when the fire broke out?" Cooper continued.
Old Sterling scowled in thought. Yes, he had learned it from the servants there. Dylan was alone in a pavilion when the fire broke out. A girl helped him out and saved his life. He didn't think much at that time and forgot it later.
"You mean, Dylan's been looking for the girl who saved him and finally found her? So, he went to see that girl today?" Old Sterling came wide awake.
"Yes." Cooper nodded.
Old Sterling took a deep breath.
Dylan went to Chicago as soon as his savior was found. Over the years, he had become estranged from his son, and he never knew that Dylan had always remembered the girl who had saved his life.
That girl must have an important place in Dylan's mind.
After a pause, old Sterling asked, "who's that girl?"
Cooper swallowed, "very coincidentally, the girl who saved the young master is the young lady from the Rowe family, Miss Rowe."
At the door, Savannah's heart stopped beating for a moment.
Charlotte Rowe.
The girl Dylan has been looking for is Miss Rowe?
Well, it might be the truth. The Rowe's house was next to Dylan's mother's house in Chicago. The two families were neighbors and very close to each other.
It was not surprising that Charlotte saved Dylan from the fire.
So, Miss Rowe was the real one Dylan put in his mind, and she was Charlotte's replacement.
Savannah turned pale.
Old Sterling nodded and was not surprised that the girl was Charlotte, but his head ached as he thought of Savannah.
It was really a thorny problem.
How did Dylan find that girl on the eve of the wedding?


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WARNING: A roller coaster love-hate journey and a tear-jerking story equipped with mysteries. 

Dylan Sterling, the youngest and the most ruthless chief executive of Sterling Group, has special powers that superseded the Group. Money, fame, and intelligence were clear evidence of his status in the society he belongs to. His exceptional talent had a hidden purpose, and the DARK WORLD he ruled was cruel. He showed no mercy to everyone who blocked his path and devoured those who attempted to stand against him.

Savannah Schultz- 21 years old, an orphan turned to be a model, was engaged to wed Devin only to gain support for the family business that her father built for many years. Later she went south after her father died. And her uncle Dalton Schultz adopted her to get everything she had, including Devin's aid.

Devin had sold her off like a slave to his uncle Dylan - to scheme the notorious man for additional capital to inject into his business venture. Dylan had eaten her up like a box of chocolates and treated her like a bargaining chip.

She felt herself knocked off balance and falling into a deep abyss. Anger, sadness, embarrassment –swelled within her and threatened to ruin her life.

To save himself from humiliation, he perfectly planned to take her as his nominal wife and promised to help her break up the engagement and aid her family business.

Helpless and humiliated, she accepted his bargain. She started to become strong in front of those bullies, yet she was weak when it comes to him.

They lived together but treated each other as strangers. He had no plans of falling for her as someone had occupied his heart a few years ago. 

Then the situation shifted when he discovered who she really was! But the dark world he ruled threatened to destroy them.

Mystery, deception, and revenge-fueled them both to rise together.




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"I can't believe you got me to steal!" Isobel hissed at Jayden

"I got you to steal? You stole! And where the hell did you learn to pick a lock like that?'' Jayden hissed back, making her growl. She didn't deem him important enough to warrant him a response. She huffed and stalked forward, making Jayden gape at her.

"You'd think with all this advancement they'd have a better security system," Jayden said absently.

"They thought what is someone going to steal from a laundromat and just left it with a lock," Isobel said. "Well how wrong were they," she said, smirking, making Jayden laugh.

"Now what do we do for a ride?" Jayden asked.

Isobel stood on the edge of the road. She put her fingers to her mouth and whistled and held her arm out. Nothing happened.

"Well it was worth a try," she said, making the brunette roll his eyes.

They walked down the path. Looking around to see where they can go. They stopped in front of a shop. 'DeciBel Audio Inc.' it read. 

"C'mon let's buy the cheapest pair of earphones,'' Jayden said. Isobel followed.

They went into the shop and there was a robot. It was so sweet. It was small and looked like an egg. It had small crab pincer-like hands.
 
"Okay.  so Robo-" Jayden cut himself off. It had a sticker.

'Hi! I am Fiber.'

Isobel was going to gush and coo about how cute Fiber was but Jayden spoke. "Okay. Fiber can you show us a pair of the cheapest earphones." Fiber nodded and led them to an aisle. The earphones were small. They were very small. In fact, she took a good look at it and it looked like a netted sticker with a diameter of half a centimetre. It had instructions on the back. It was to be put on the eustachian tube that was under the eyes and on the cheekbone. She gave Jayden an incredulous look and showed him the instructions.

"We have Stiel, the cheapest. And it is on discount today." Fiber said.

Isobel smiled at the cute robot. It was so sweet. Jayden looked at the robot suspiciously, "How much is it?" he asked.

"$1200"

Isobel's smile immediately slipped and Jayden almost choked on his spit and went into a coughing fit. 

"We asked for the cheapest," Isobel said slowly as if Fiber won't understand if she said it even a bit faster.

"I heard you the first time. this is the cheapest you will get in Chicago," it said in a matter of fact way.

'Well, they were going to starve in Chicago.' Jayden thought.

"Wait, you said not to ask a person. We can ask a robot, yeah?" Jayden asked Isobel hopefully.

Isobel for a moment was confused as to what Jayden was referring to but then realized. Date. Yes, they needed to know the time and date. The only reason they were getting a bill.

"I'm not entirely sure. I have a bad feeling about asking anyone about date and time but we can try. I don't know, Jay." Isobel said, running a hand down her face.

"Well, Fiber can you tell me the date and time," Jayden asked.

"It's 15:24. January 12th, 2020."

At the ending of the words both Jayden and Isobel experienced the onslaught of memories. It hit them like a truck.

 [Required data procured. Initiating memory and skill transferring program.]

[Status: Completed.]

Isobel was Tahlia Irwin. A girl from Manhattan. Jayden was Arzen Pllana, an Albanian gymnast. Both were a part of the group called Reminiscing. They all travelled around the world performing acts to remind people where they came from. To remind people of their history. She experienced thousands of events around the world. Their life was nice, it was without any worries. Today they had an event in the Willis Tower and were dressed like people from the '50s. The group was to meet the mayor of Chicago for dinner today. 

Both gasped the moment the attack of memories ended. Well, at least they were going alright.

"Intruder alert! Presence of two systems but no physical proof." Fiber said. The sirens all around the building went off. Jayden and Isobel quickly made a run for it. They were being chased by Fiber. The robot was not looking cute to Isobel any more.

 The moment they ran out of the store with Fiber hot on trails was the moment the shutters of the shop snapped shut with such force that Isobel almost stumbled. If they were under they wouldn't even have bones one could identify.

Isobel and Jayden were running in the city dodging capsules. Never did Isobel think she'd think of such a ridiculous-sounding sentence. It was the most terrifying experience though. Running, they reached the older part of the city. Jayden saw a fire exit and he thanked all the gods above for Arzen's father who pushed him to do gymnastics. He had one more burst of energy for his burning calves with which he picked up more speed. He quickly put a leg on the wall and jumped on the platform which was too high for them to reach. He put a hand down for Isobel who jumped with all her might and grabbed it. Jayden quickly pulled her up. 

Once Isobel was on the platform as well they pushed themselves to run even more. They climbed it up quickly and on the fifth level, Jayden decided to use the dead plant pot to break the window. 'Who the hell keeps a plant on the fire exit?' But Jayden had more pressing matters to tend to. He quickly threw the pot and broke the window. Isobel quickly used the weird jacket of her stolen clothes to clear the glass shards around the hole and they both went in the small window landing inside the apartment.

Jayden looked down and Fiber was still circling around the fire exit that they just climbed. Isobel picked up the half-broken pot and threw it at Fiber. When the pot hit the robot on it's supposed to be head it fell on the ground seizing all of its motion.

Both Isobel and Jayden walked in a few steps inside the room away from the glass and slump against a wall. Both were gasping for air they didn't receive while running and wincing at the pain in their legs as a result of wild chase around the city.

"Maybe we should have paid $1,200. I told you I didn't have a nice feeling about asking someone about the time."

When the world falls into chaos, who can they depend upon?

The person who answers their call for help is none other than Isabelle, a girl who is trying to save the world for the sake of her loved ones. Ethan, her partner-in-crime, or in this case, justice; follows her as they complete missions. 

All of this was in the name of saving humanity. But what if...

The more missions they complete, the world changes alongside them. Explosions everywhere. Throw in some magic, dragons, and supernatural creatures. How about a maniacal villain to keep things interesting? 

What could possibly go wrong, am I right?

How do you explain the unimaginable, especially when the damned magic turns your hair from red to blonde?!

_____............_____

"We know who you are, Ms. Morgan. We are the ones who called you here."
'They are the kidnappers?!'
"And we need your help in saving the worlds."
Isabelle couldn't help burst out into peals of laughter.

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Real Madrid's opponent today is the Chicago Fire Soccer Club, a major American football player that uses Toyota Park as their home.

 Today, however, the game was played at Soldier Field, the home of the American football team, the Chicago Bears.

 It was around 2:20 pm.

 [More than 60,000 spectators filled the audience.  Most of you probably came to see Real Madrid, but you can see quite a lot of Fire fans.]

 [It's a game that Fire can't easily give.  Before today's game, there was a survey of the crowd, 40% of who came to see Real Madrid's squad and 41% of what they expect of Chicago Fire.  Chicago citizens are so excited about Soccer.]

 [What is the remaining 19%?]

 [I came to see what kind of game football is, it was a response.]

 [Hahaha.  19% is less than expected.]

 Sports superpower America is a barren of football.

 By the time, at the time of the 1994 World Cup in the United States, it was said that most Americans did not know what soccer was until then.

 Clearly, the United States has a very low interest in football.

 Most countries call football football, while the United States is unusually called Soccer.

 But these days, the American football community has been growing significantly in just a few years.

 Especially in Chicago, as immigrants have a lot of interest in soccer compared to other regions, citizens' interest was great today.

 [It would be nice if Fire took the victory.  But the opponent is daunting.  No matter how many players are missing, Real Madrid is a classic.  It's only 14 years old, but you have to be careful of Woo Young.]

 [That's right.  Since the game started, we've been constantly touching the ball.  It's like trying to burn the whole game.  I'm showing a move to lead the team.  No, it looks like you're already leading the game.]

 [At the moment, Woo Ho-young in charge of Real passes to left winger Cajehon.]

 According to the commentary.

 Ho-young has taken the lead since the game began, and Hovegne had to look at distant distractions.

 In the position, Ho Young was lower than Hovenue, so it was inevitable.

 As such, the first half of the game was a smooth game with no big curves.

 Real Madrid slowly took control of the midfielder, starting with a double defensive midfielder Diarra and Tebar from Castile.

 It was a good flow overall.

 First 10 minutes.

 Pepe's overwhelming struggle allowed Chicago to win a free-kick chance, but their attack did not lead to scoring.

 Since then, he has not been able to carry out such attacks and has been drawn to Real Madrid as a whole.

 It was about 10 minutes later.

 Real's momentum wriggled on the floor.

 Tak, percussion.

 Ho-young, who received Diara's pass, stopped the ball under his feet.

 Calmly threw the gaze forward.

 'Hobinyu.'

 I saw Hovenue coming off the second line, leaving position to get the ball.

 If you don't pass it, you're beckoning this way.

 'Why are you so polar today?'

 But Ho Young turned to the eye.

 Do not want to give?

 It wasn't like that.

 Considering various conditions such as timing and interval, there was little benefit to Robinho.

 The pass must have a clear intention to score.

 This can threaten your opponent's defense.

 And Ho-young didn't want to fight her on the pitch.

 A few days ago, he felt that he was holding himself in check, but he had no intention of putting it back.

 Of course, I wanted to be the hero of the game.

 I tried not to be very conscious of others.

 You can play soccer like the advice that Cha Bum Gon gave you.

 "pass!  Pass it! "

 Hoping for a pass.

 And Ho-young, who glanced around, quickly turned his brain.

 'It's dangerous.  There are two defenders nearby who are good at blocking and ball cutting.  Even if Robininho is the best dribble in the world, the power of play is cut in half when he gets back from the defense. '

 It was cold and quick judgment.

 Of course, there was no guarantee that the idea was 100% correct.

 Sharp predictive power, good judgment and good spatial perception.

 Based on these three things, I just believed in my thoughts and put them into action.

 Ho Young turned away from Robin's cry and turned to the left.

 His eyes were bright and his movements relaxed.

 It seemed that the heat that had soared to the chill had cooled.

 Ice-like flows began to show up.

 Also, at that time, I saw a guy with a small body digging like crazy from the left.

 Roberto Carlos.

 He was trying to break through the left line under the hot sun.

 His daring overlapping smashed the left flank completely.

 The stadium is getting hot again.

 Hoyoung's eyes burned hot.

 Percussion!

 Tuk, a cold pass passed to the left back space and fell under Carlos' feet.

 Courier same pass.

 And as the gusts struck, a violent attack began to sway at Carlos's toes.

 At the same time, Ho-young ran inside the box.

 The same goes for the hovenue.

 As soon as I smelled a bone, I settled close to Carlos.

 At the moment, Carlos' eyes flashed.

 Woohoyoung is farther away, or Hovenue is located nearby.

 He kicked a left foot without hesitation.

 The 35-year-old was an incredibly explosive and sophisticated ground ball cross.

 And where it was headed was not at the feet of Hovenue but at the feet of Hoyoung.

 Percussion!

 "Why!!"

 Few hobbignes frowned.

 Conversely, Hoe's eyes were sharply bent.

 'Opportunity.'

 A wide open front welcomed you.

 The goalkeeper was already scared.

 Only 8 meters.

 3 meters closer than the penalty kick.

 If you hit the ball properly, the probability of entering the goal was overwhelming.

 Moreover, Ronaldo was coveted by Ronaldo's goal determination.

 Not yet fully coveted, but the start is half.

 That was enough.

 Ho-young took a confident shooting position.

 In an attempt to blow up the heat, he kicked hard with a non-stop slightly below the center of the ball.

 It was that moment.

 "!"

 After receiving Carlos's heavy cross, Ho Young felt as if he had kicked a bowling ball.

 Indeed.

 Carlos' kick was strong.

 But Ho-young's sophisticated first touch helped him make a successful shot.

 And.

 The keeper diving to the right and the ball flew into the gwangseokhyeong was exactly inserted into the corner of the goal net.

 Rock!

 "downpour!"

 Real Madrid's valuable first goal and Ho Young's two consecutive goals.

 Today Ho-young was writing a second miracle.

 On the other hand, Hovenue's face did not receive a pass that was ruined and ruined.

 Without complaining, he ran to Carlos and expressed it.

 "Robert, what are you doing?"

 "what?"

 "Why did you pass me on and pass Woo Ho-young to that child!"

 "Rob, don't ask stupid questions.  I've only created more certain chances. "

 Roberto Carlos showed his face that he could not understand.

 There was no particular reason why he sent Cross to Hoyoung.

 He is one of the best left backs of all time.

 It was just the best choice for the team.

 "Ho was better than you."

 As a matter of fact, Woo-young's position selection ability was even better.

 And so, Hovenue was a player who rips the space through dribble that is close to the art, rather than using it to save space.

 It wasn't a lack of positioning, but it wasn't a main weapon.

 Moreover, the predictive power or judgment was not good, so of course, I had to be pushed by Ho Young.

 Hovenue said it was minutes.

 "Okay, get me a ball!  Why is that guy alone? "

 However.

 Snip, scissors cut off Carlos's words.

 "Don't be silly.  This is the ground. "

 Carlos didn't intend to socialize here.

 This was Real Madrid, not a Brazilian fraternity.

 "Tonto !!!"

 Robinho then accused Carlos of saying that he was an idiot in Portuguese.

 But this was not once or twice, so Carlos left the place without hesitation.

 Rather, he approached Ho Young and held out her thumb.

 "It was a nice goal.  The ball would have been a little heavy. "

 "no.  It was good. "

 Hoyoung's voice shook slightly.

 Carlos was much smaller than Roh Young, but he was impressed with the pressure from the sloppy physique.

 Now I'm running to the same team, and if it was an opposing team, it was terrible to imagine.

 'It's a bloody talent anytime.'

 Indeed, sincere efforts were well maintained in the level of talent.

 Not too far from the day seemed to be able to explore the S-class talent.

 widely.

 On the shoulder of Ho-young who imagined that, Carlos raised his hand and said.

 "Do not hate Hovenue.  This time, we are a team. "

 It was not intended to side with Hovenue.

 Woo Young also understood the true meaning of the words.

 And that made Hoyoung feel a lot.

 "Okay."

 Mid first half.

 Real Madrid, who took the lead by one point, knocked on the goal.

 Chicago tried to block the defensive numbers, but the door once opened was already tattered.

 Real ransom, which cost more than 100 million euros, is plundered.

 [Hobinyu!  Penetrate inside the penalty box!]

 [However, the angle is not enough.  Left footed shot hits the post.  It was a good attempt.  The Hovinyu player, who was invisible for the first half, is becoming more and more alive.  After all, the title of the best dribble in the world is not overlooked.]

 [That's right.  Woo Ho-young has a wider field of view, helping to play Hovenue.  That's what stands out.]

 As Hovenue came to life, Real's momentum grew stronger.

 In particular, the left-hand line to Carlos-Cayejon was a bombing zone.

 It has been asking results just before the end of the first half.

 Carlos Keynes received a key pass and scored an extra goal with a witty roving shot.

 Chicago later attempted to counterattack by increasing the number of attacks, but failed in vain to give Real Madrid a win.

 'The ability is about the middle and upper teams in the second division.'

 As Ho Young thinks, their level was well below the Spanish First Division.

 If you do not overdo it as much as possible, I seemed to be able to win big.

 But still thirsty.

 There were many things I wanted to show to fans who came to the stadium to see themselves.

 As many Koreans were in the city, there were a lot of spectators who had come to see Ho-young.

 'Yes, it's starting now.'

 If the first half was warm-up, the second half was the stage.

 The second half awaited.

 And when the second half began, Hobinho's eyes changed 180 degrees.

 'Since Woo Ho-young keeps the ball in the second line, my presence doesn't show up.'

 Thinking so, Hovenu ate heartily.

 I wanted to not do this.

 Here is the pro world.

 It was obvious that he would be robbed of his rice bowl.

 He stepped back down to line 2.

 It was a clash of two cracks to announce a full-scale competition.

Woo Hoyoung has returned to the past and gained the ability to steal the abilities of others!

His goal is to now become the greatest soccer player to have ever existed.

-[SHIELD]-
"SIR, Chicago is being invaded by an advanced robotic species."
"What about the local QRF?"
"They are making their way there now sir"
"Scramble all available agents NOW!" Nick Fury commanded
"Yes Sir"
"Tell the Avengers to get their a**es to Chicago. We have a job to do"
-[Tony Stark]-
"Sir, Mr. Fury is calling you."
"Not now Jarvis"
"Sir, he says it's urgent"
"Bring him up"
-[Evan]-
"Evan, Cortana had just issued a warning"
"What is it?"
"There is an Invasion in Chicago"
"Tell our boys it's time to move out. Also, get me my gear"
"Yes"
"Where is Alex"
"He is in Chicago as we speak"
"His troops?"
"Arriving"
"Nat, let's go"
"Alright"
-[Alex]-
"Alex, the Spartans have just arrived with the Pilots and their Titans"
"Good, have them deploy at my location"
Very soon Pelicans and Jackals arrived in our location. 400 people got off at the same time. They were outfitted with the same weapon loadouts. The Spartans were equipped with Mark V Mjolnir Power Assault Armor(Halo). The Pilots had a special suit tailored for them. Each one was equipped with a support package. Some could go invisible, some with plasma shields, and more. Of course, Pilots also have Jump Kits to help them maneuver better. They would allow them to run on walls and give them the ability to jump while in mid air. Their helmets also have direct access to their Titans.
I looked at the men and noticed two figures who weren't supposed to be here. "Cal? Wanda?" I asked in surprise "What are you two doing here?"
"We decided to help you" Calypso chuckled
"Hela wants in but she is pregnant so we told her to stay" Wanda added
The two girls were wearing a tight suit to protect them. Both had a dagger made of Star Iron and a CP-06 with them as self defense weapons. Although they would rarely use them, except for Calypso who uses the dagger often. They also had a mask on but hey took it off for me on purpose.
"Put your masks on" I told them "Be careful then"
Soon we secured the entire street and had the Titans come down from the ships above.
"Get ready for Titan Fall" Cortana notified everyone
Booooom.
Titans dropped down in their special pods from the atmosphere one by one. The ground broke apart from the impact of 100 Titans. We fought our way from street to street. I divided us up into 20 groups, 5 Titans and Pilots with 15 Spartans per street.
It was a warzone. Decepticons were literally everywhere. We took a while to just clear 7 blocks.
"Sir, SHIELD and the QRF has arrived with NEST"
"What about the Autobots?"
"They arrived with NEST from the North and are advancing as we speak."
"The army?"
"They are doing their best to push forwards in the West but it's not working as they are taking casualties."
"SHIELD and Evan?"
"Evan and the Ghosts, along with the Avengers are nearby, SHIELD is trying to push from the South."
"Good, we will meet up with Evan and the others first before we push further."
-[Evan's POV]-
"Jesus, these guys are just everywhere" Tony complained
"HULK SMASH" Hulk threw himself at a Decepticon and smashed him into the ground
"Where is Thor anyways? We could use his help"
"Don't know what happened, He took Alex to Asguard and never returned"
"Evan, Cortana said that she and Alex are pushing towards you. they will be here soon"
"Alright, got it Albert"
"Alex is nearby?" Natasha asked
"Yea"
"Evan when did you have an army under your command?" Steve asked
"3-4 years ago"
"That's some BS" stated Clint
"Haha, Albert tell them how many troops Alex has with him right now" I grinned
"400 in total. If you add the Titans that would be 500. With the Jackals and Pelicans, it would be about 530" Albert stated
They froze for a moment before looking at me.
"What?"
"You're kidding right?"
"No-"
"Evan, Alex and the others have arrived" Albert notified
-[Alex's POV]-
"Evan! Nat!" I greeted "How are you guys?"
"Never been better" he replied
"Looks like you guys have been busy" Natasha stated
"Haha, we've been here before you guys arrived" I chuckled
"Say, Alex you have an entire Army now don't ya?" Tony kept staring at the Titans as they stood nearby on guard
"Alright enough talk, we got to reach the pillars before it's too late."
They just looked at me in confusion "Pillars?"
"The Decepticons want to send their planet here while destroying ours" I sighed
VVVRRRRRROOOO
Five beams of light entered the skies above.
"F***, lets hurry before it's too late"
We split into 5 teams again and the Avengers, along with Evan followed my team to fight our way to the pillars. As we were getting close to the pillars we were obstructed by a wall. By now we could faintly see Cybertron in the skies above.
"Sh*t they fortified the place, we gotta siege it."
They looked at me "Siege?"
"Or what? we must break through that wall"
They stayed silent.
"Pilots, push forwards. Spartans follow me, do not stop" I ordered "Jackals drop the bombs on the walls and Pelicans, suppressive fire"
Bombs dropped on the fortifications, blowing up some Decepticons and created a hole in the wall. The pelicans started to fire their cannons and machineguns at the walls to lay suppressive fire.
"Now!"
All 300 Spartans popped a smoke and threw it into the area in front, creating a massive area of smoke.
"Charge!"
We rushed out while shooting at the fortress, rushing to break through. The pelicans stopped firing as soon as we were 2 meters away from the wall.  The Avengers joined us and followed behind. The Ghosts activated their cloaks and started to appear behind enemy lines.
We broke through and an intense firefight broke out as soon as we got through. There was about 250 Decepticons waiting for us. The Autobots had also arrived a couple minutes later along with NEST.
BOOOOM
A large explosion happened and I saw a massive swarm of Decepticon fighter jets along with several battle ships in the sky.

Alex Smith and his twin Evan, Children of a Primordial God and a Cultivator, travels the world befriending Demigods and superheroes. Will they become the Thanos or be the Universe's Salvation? 

Note: If you find this similar to any other novels, I will just say I have read most of them and decided to make my own with some of their ideas here and there.

Một chàng trai người Trung Quốc trong lúc mơ hồ không rõ nguyên nhân đã xuyên không vào thân thể của cậu bé Alexandre Tống, một cậu trai mười lăm tuổi, mồ côi, sống nhờ nhà dì tại Chicago.
Hoàn cảnh của thân thể mà Tống Á xuyên không cực kỳ bi thảm. Đầu tiên chính là nghèo đói, gia đình của dì hắn chủ yếu sống nhờ vào món tiền trợ cấp vốn dĩ vô cùng ít ỏi.
Câu chuyện về những kẻ khi xuyên không không cần lo về vấn đề tài chính lại không hề xảy ra với hắn. Hiện tại, trong túi quần của hắn chỉ có ba đồng hai lăm xu, chỉ dám dùng để chuẩn bị cho tình huống khẩn cấp thì lấy ra gọi điện thoại công cộng.
Nơi gia đình hắn ở là phía Nam thành phố Chicago, mảnh đất của sự nghèo khó, súng ống, thuốc phiện, bang phái, báo thù chém giết lẫn nhau.
Tống Á cứ tưởng rằng hắn sẽ lớn lên trong những ngày tháng thiếu thốn đầy nguy hiểm như thế. Nhưng rồi đến một ngày hắn bỗng nhận được “thiên khải”. 
Bằng sự không ngoan, hắn đã sử dụng “thiên khải” để giúp mình trở nên nổi tiếng, đưa cả gia đình ra khỏi khu vực miền Nam Chicago và vươn lên, chiếm lĩnh toàn bộ thị trường âm nhạc nước Mỹ.


NanoWrimo Young Writer's Program Fiction Excerpt Contest Official Finalist 2020

When the sun set over the bustling city of Chicago on one October evening in 1871, no one could have predicted that it would rise three days later on little more than a field of rubble. 

In the aftermath of the Great Chicago Fire, newly orphaned Caroline is determined to find a way to repair her childhood city, her beloved library, and her fractured heart. Could the brave yet mysterious young lady she meets along the way be the key to all three?

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While the Hunter's Guild had agreed to come to Chicago to vouchsafe the security of the protest only on the same day the protest was scheduled to take place, Jill Smith had made a point of confirming that all her people were there the previous night for scouting purposes. Jill herself had never been to the city, and while many of the older hunters had, they readily admitted that the sheer scale of the buildings meant that should a pitched battle break out, it would be on a scale none of them had ever seen before. Even veterans of the Middle East wars were skeptical that any of their experiences would be practical in Chicago.

This was all very negative thinking, far more negative than Jill usually liked to deal with. But her motto was to expect the worst and hope for the best. This was also why, as word spread about the Hunter's Guild's plans, Jill made sure that only Hunters with no dependent family members would come to Chicago. This had its own problems though. The less attached members of the Hunter's Guild were also the most ambitious ones, as well as the ones most likely to contradict Jill on the rare occasion she made a broad call for action. But then Jill's broad calls for action usually involved putting the guns down for some sort of community service. This time, they needed the guns armed and ready.

The main strategy they could all agree on, and indeed had prepared for in advance, was to bring as many sniper rifles as they could find. The Hunter's Guild did not have much in the way of raw numbers- with an army numbering only in the hundreds, they couldn't afford losses. Hunter's Guild members were stationed in buildings surrounding the planned protest site. They were only to act in the event that there was immediate threat of loss of life.

The main point of disagreement was which buildings in particular. Jill had mandated that only empty buildings should be used- there were quite a few of them, although they were far better secured than the residential buildings. There were many complaints about the tediousness of setting up in these ghostly facilities without tripping any alarms. But even that Jill saw largely as a bonus. If the alarm sounded, that meant somebody else had broken in- and it was time to make a run for it.

In reality Jill felt that the main complaint was that residential buildings were less likely to be attacked by heavy weaponry. Effectively, Hunter's Guild members hoped to use Chicago residents as human shields in the event the situation took a turn for the worse. While she could understand the reasoning the sentiment was completely repulsive. All the same, this was a volunteer mission and Jill didn't have the luxury of following all her people like a schoolmarm and making sure they followed all the rules. Her energy was better spent making this a moot point to begin with a good prenegotiation.

So it was that Jill, with a small honor guard, met the Chicago police on the very frigid morning of the winter solstice. The Chicago police, evidently, did not take chances. They had a lot of high-tech equipment. They were all decked out with shields, body armor, and helmets in a long defendable filed line. Several vehicles of different makes and with variable electric cannons were flanked by the police. There might have been some drones, too, but Jill could never tell the difference between drones and regular vehicles. The flying ones would not be a factor since everyone was under cover.

The silence was stony and impressive, as the two representatives of vastly differing groups faced each other. Finally, Jill worked up the nerve to speak across the wide hundred meter gap separating them.

"Greetings, friends," she cried out, and bowing in a faint curtsy. "My name is Jill Smith, leader of the Hunter's Guild of the Free State of Iowa. We come in peace, to maintain peace, at this rally from the interference of fascist interlopers. We hope that this act of goodwill may help to reconnect our peoples, and whatever enmity we have had in the past."

The sounds of a scuffle were visible from the ranks of the Chicago police. A lot of static was heard from a sound system. This was odd, since Jill couldn't see any speakers. But finally, the sound went dead completely. From the center of the police enbankment, a man stumbled out wearing a dark, slick-lloking uniform. He looked agitated, but well-meaning.

"And I greet you," he said. "My name is Homer Ikari. I am the local commanding officer of the Social Justice Army. We share your goals of mutual cooperation."

Jill brightened up considerably. This must be one of those Rainbow Shirts she had heard so much about. And this guy was cute, too. He looked younger than Jill did, although he had such authority she was sure he wasn't. Such wonderful skin...

"However," Homer said, sending a dirty look to the ranks behind him, "not everyone is willing to look on your presence here with an open mind. The Chicago Police want you to turn back, and will accept your turning back as a gesture of good will and keep that in mind for future engagements."

"I'm sorry, but that's not currently possible," said Jill, stepping forward, collecting herself, and being sure to project authority. "Our hunters are set up in tall buildings all along the march route. At this point we won't be able to retreat until the march is over."

Homer looked back and engaged in some agitated whispering. Finally he turned back and raised his voice again.

"There will be no need for that. The march has been canceled."

"What?" said Jill. "That's ridiculous. The demonstration is an act of free expression. Shutting it down is exactly what the fascists want. You can't-"

Jill was forced to stop by the sudden leveling of weapons, up to and including the cannons, all directly at her. Members of Jill's honor guard started to slowly back away from her. There were strange buzzing noises. For an instant Jill was convinced her life would be over right there. But then-

"Oh will you stop that!" yelled Homer. "Put down those worthless weapons!"

A now clearly infuriated Homer walked over to Jill in a huff. In a gesture of obvious solidarity he grabbed her hand and lifted it up in the air with his.

"Look at us!" he cried out. "We are all Americans here! This country is falling apart! We all have the same goals, to stop a fascist takeover, and you're threatening her?! I know you don't like me! I know you think that the Social Justice Army is also made up of interlopers! But unless you want to go the war with us as well, you need to stand down right now! The purpose of the police is not to brutalize common citizens without cause!"

Jill was extremely glad that Homer was attracting all the attention at that moment, because she was furiously blushing. The entire scenario was her teenage high school girl fantasy playing out for real. Here she was, standing in front of a gigantic battle line, holding hands with a tall, handsome, just slightly older man defending her and obviously respecting her for having good moral values and wanting to save the world.

The blushing only intensified as Jill realized that this man was also a leader in the Rainbow Shirts. Aside from Jill's own sister she had never met an actual Rainbow Shirt before. She always envisioned them as being these amazing dashing figures fighting for the cause of social justice and here he was! Jill could feel her heart thumping. At the age of thirty-four Jill knew she should be beyond such fantasies yet she couldn't help wondering whether this Homer guy had a girlfriend and if he had any interest in living in the countryside or whether he was turned on by the idea of a woman who could beat him up...

"Hey, are you all right?" Homer whispered, slowly bringing their hands down as the Chicago police also lowered their weapons. "You seem really nervous."

"I'm fine, I'm fine," said Jill, trying to get her feelings under control. "It's just, ah...ha...I've never been to Chicago before..."

The Chicago Police appeared to be at ease now. It seemed like everything was going to be all right. Then the shot rang out. Jill couldn't tell where it had come from, or even if it was actually weapon fire, but the response on the part of the Chicago Police was immediate. They started firing, in whichever random direction their weapons happened to be pointing at the time.

They didn't hit anything, luckily enough, since for the most their weapons were pointed at the street. But the sudden mass of electricity in a single location created a large shockwave. Without having been apparently attacked in any way, the Chicago Police had already by accident blasted away a significant chunk of their own front line. Homer, Jill, and Jill's honor guard took the distraction to find cover.

"What was that?" asked Jill, perplexed. "Were those laser guns?"

"Yes, why's that so strange?" asked Homer. "Surely you've seen laser guns before? That's all anyone uses out in the city. They're easy to charge."

"We don't have enough reliable access to electricity for that to be practical," said Jill. "And besides that I'd be worried about starting a forest fire if I had to hunt a deer with one of those-"

Enjoyable though this conversation was another rash of explosions suggested to Jill that there were more important priorities at the moment. Homer agreed.

"I'm going to try to get them to stand down," said Homer. "This isn't your fault. Find your people and get out of here. I'm sorry you had to see this. But remember that you have a friend in the Social Justice Army."

With that Homer leapt out from the cover and dived to the front of the line, braving more laser fire in the process. Jill was on the point of swooning. But she quickly shook her head and got herself back together. Well-intentioned though Homer's advice was, the situation called for drastic action.

Jill grabbed a rifle from a fallen member of the honor guard, quietly thankful that she had gone to the trouble of stashing a sniper scope in her emergency backpack. Dodging more gunfire, Jill ran into the nearest designated safe building- one which had been confirmed as having no people in it. She smashed the rifle through the glass- at this point the alarms were the least of their problems. Jill then ran to the tenth floor. Sweating heavily, but filled with adrenaline, Jill took stock of her vantage point.

It was actually nearly impossible to figure out what was going on. Jill thought some of her people were shooting, but it was difficult to tell because the lasers were so loud and frequent. Certainly, she could see some of the Chicago Police collapsing from well-placed shots. They were easy enough to hit standing still. But why weren't more of her hunters retreating?

Jill realized the answer to that question when she saw what the cannons were doing. They were firing back at the Hunter's Guild. But in a turnabout completely contrary to any logic Jill could ascertain, the electric cannons were only firing at the residential buildings- the ones with civilians inside. At first Jill's anger was reserved toward the Hunters who defied her orders and chose to set up in these buildings in the first place. Then a more gradual mounting horror crept in. Why weren't the Chicago Police firing at the unmanned buildings? Jill could see gunfire coming from the direction of the unmanned buildings too. In fact, she was positive that someone was shooting from just a few floors above her. Why were they being ignored in favor of tenement complexes?

Jill shook her head. She needed to focus. The fight had to end right now. More people had died already than Jill had ever seen directly in violent conflict over the last ten years all put together. Picking off the soldiers one by one wouldn't cut it. Where was the commander?

Jill scanned around the embankment and caught a lucky break. Homer, with his very distinctive outfit, easily stood out compared to the less impressively uniformed Chicago Police. He was arguing with an older heavyset woman in the midst of heavy equipment. Jill immediately sussed out that this must be the chief of police with whom Homer had been arguing all along. Jill had a clean shot. She took it.

In that one instant, the scene turned from loud rampant chaos to quiet immobile shock. One man in particular, probably the second-in-command, looked around nervously, speaking very feebly in Homer's general direction. Homer looked to his side, flipped a switch on some giant object, grabbed a microphone, and the static came back on.

"Everyone put your weapons down now! We're surrendering!"

For the most part the Chicago Police obeyed. But one of the tanks started to glow again. In that instant, almost from nowhere, a laser sword popped up in Homer's hand. He jumped back, and in a single swift movement sliced the turret off cleanly and came back to the microphone before anyone had the time to process what he had just done. As they all stood in shock, Homer simply replied-

"Anyone else want to argue?"

Jill's heart started pumping again. Stay calm, she told herself, stay calm. The worst of it was over. Jill was becoming increasingly torn. She wanted to stay in Chicago, but was it for the right reasons?

In 2051 the United States no longer exists as a functional institution following an event thirteen years earlier known as "The Great Blackout" which destroyed the country's electrical infrastructure. The dysfunctional national government could not repair the damage, resulting in various states and regions charting their own paths. Now, in 2051, various leaders, or Gods of this new world, confront one another with aims to either resurrect the United States- or destroy it once and for all.

I'm Charlie Rhodes. I'm 17 years old and I'm half vampire and half werewolf. In other words or in simpler form, I'm indeed a hybrid.

Well no one knows that except my family and my best  friend Chicago and her family.  Chicagoand I are the same age and we share the same birthday. And it's like we're sister's.

Her wolf is called Neoma and mine is Nala. Our wolf names mean moon, in a language that we don't know.

Our parents abandoned us when we were six, just because we couldn't shift. 

I never saw my parents after that. We both did. 

Our parents are best friends. So when my parents abandoned me, Chicago did as well.

Her parents are the alpha and Luna of the pack and she was going to be alpha. Since she is the oldest out of her two brothers and sister, Drake, David and , Danielle. They're triplets. And a bunch of bitches, to me and Naomi.

My mother's the Beta female and my dad is a vampire from an ancient lone of vampires. I have two older brothers, Kyle and Andrew and a younger sister Stacey.

I haven't seen them in eleven years. We both didn't. After they abandoned us, they left us to fend for ourselves. They literary dropped us at the end of our pack border.

Chicago and I started walking, until we found a small cottage. It's not far from the pack. 

We survived by being the smart asses  we are. We made a little garden and ate what we could. It was a long wait but worth it. A year later of being vegetarians, we started hunted, after we shifted. Of course. We didn't bother telling our families.

We couldn't cook, so we burnt the food a few times. We started training.

Life didn't start off great for the both of us. But it it and we're greatful for each other.

Chicago's the pretty one between the both of us. Her blonde hair and blue eyes. While I have brown hair and blue eyes. 

Her wolf is white and has black paws and green eyes. Mine is a mixture of Gray and black with blue eyes.

People always thought we are sister's. And in a way we kind of are. I mean I love her like one.

We never went out of the cottage, unless we're going hunting. So I never so a person other than Chicago. 

So what did we do to pass time.

Well we read the books that were in the cottage. Sang a lot of songs. That are probably old, right now. We played with Snowflake. He's our puppy. He's a wolf. A real one. He has white fur and amazing blue eyes. In our wolf form he looks like our biological pup. And is though. We paint and swim at the lake, which is close to the cottage. And lastly hiking. 

I started missing my family for the first two years. But after that they are strangers that I apparently share blood with.

Chicago and I were surprised when a letter from our families telling us that theyre sorry for leaving us and to come home for two weeks. 

That letter ended up in the fire place. Burned.

....................
Prologue is up. I hope you like my book so far. I actually wrote this book, when I was eleven/twelve( last year. I'm thirteen.) But never published it cause I never knew about wattpad at the time.

Hugs and kisses
Katy

Charlie Rhodes and her best friend Chicago Campbell have been living in the woods for more than ten years. After being abandoned by their parents for being weaklings. So what happens when a new pack wants to make a treaty with Charlie's old pack. The two are forced to make their first appearance in 11 
years.
What will their families think?
What will happen to them and the pack?
What happens when they finds their mates?

The afterlife will always be a subject of human fascination. We all wonder what happens when we die. Stories of reincarnation give believers hope that their consciousness continues after death, but sometimes leave skeptics rolling their eyes. Some reincarnation stories, however, are not so easy to dismiss. When past-life memories come with unnerving precision, even the most hardened skeptics may become believers. 
In these potentially true reincarnation tales, individuals are able to recall intricate, eerie memories of lives they never lived. Their stories are rich with details that seem too exact to be drawn from imagination alone. People who have been reincarnated may remember information that is later verified, such as former addresses, old family members, and deadly accidents. 
While some past life recollections can be easily dismissed, these stories are rich with haunting details that defy logical explanations. Such chronicles will leave even staunch skeptics wondering, "Is reincarnation real?"
In 2009, at the age of four, Ryan Hammons began waking up, clutching his chest, and screaming about how his heart exploded in Hollywood. His mother, Cyndi, became intrigued when Ryan revealed more details from a former life. He insisted he once lived in a house in Hollywood on a street with the name "Rock" in it where he had three sons and a friend named "Senator Fives."
One day, Cyndi was going through a book featuring photos from old Hollywood. Ryan peeked over her shoulder and excitedly identified one man as George and another as himself. Cyndi contacted a psychiatrist from UVA Medical Center who conducts research on reincarnation. The psychiatrist verified the man in the photo was a film star named George Raft and the other man was Martin Martyn, who died in 1964. Upon contacting Martyn's daughter, she confirmed Martyn was a Hollywood agent, lived on North Roxbury Drive, had three sons, and once met with New York Senator Irving Ives. 
After meeting with Martyn's daughter, Ryan lost interest in his Hollywood memories. He was standoffish at the meeting and told his mother afterward his daughter's energy had changed. The psychiatrist's explanation? Upon seeing people from their past have moved on, reincarnated children gain closure and forget their former existences. 
 
Another story:
At first, Erica Ruehlman laughed off her five-year-old son Luke's odd tendency to call toys and objects "Pam." She was also unconcerned by his comments about having once been a girl. He would say he had black hair when he was a girl, or that he wore the same earrings as his mom when he was a girl. Out of curiosity, Erica eventually asked Luke who Pam was.
"I was," he said, "Well, I used to be, but I died and I went up to heaven. I saw God and then, eventually, God pushed me back down and when I woke up I was a baby and you named me Luke."
After pressing him for more details, Luke told his mother he lived in Chicago, took the train a lot, and died in a fire. After mentioning his death, Luke made a hand motion indicating someone jumping out a window. When Erica punched the information into a search engine, she discovered a news story about a fire in the Paxton Hotel in Chicago. In March of 1993, 19 people died in a fire at the building and a woman, Pam Robinson, perished when she jumped out a window. 
Erica couldn't explain how Luke would have known about a fire in Chicago. He had never been to the city, and she never discussed it with him. While the haunting story of Pam Robinson could be a coincidence, it was enough to make Erica believe.

Another story:
John and Florence Pollock were devastated when their twin daughters, Joanna and Jacqueline, died in a car accident on May 5, 1957. The following year, they were thrilled to hear they were expecting and, once again, Florence was carrying twins. The twins, Gillian and Jennifer, were born identical except for Jennifer's birthmarks. She had a birthmark on her waist, similar to a birthmark Jacqueline had, and a birthmark on her forehead that resembled one of Jacqueline's scars.
John and Florence moved away from their old home when their daughters were three months old. John and Florence told Gillian and Jennifer very little about their late sisters, but the girls seemed to share Joanna and Jacqueline's memories. They would request old toys that had belonged to the deceased twins, recognized landmarks when traveling to their parents' former home, and were inexplicably terrified of cars. Upon seeing oncoming traffic, they would shriek, "The car is coming to get us!"
Luckily, by the age of five, these frightening memories mostly faded away. The girls went on to live relatively normal adult lives. However, their story is still frequently cited as evidence of reincarnation.

While they were on their way to Chicago Bernie asked them if they had ever been to Chicago in to which Tripar replied "Y'know I've never been to Chicago, but I'm very Sure Rywar has been there because he always keeps saying how Chicago has some of the purest Crack." After he said this the car went silence and there was a real bad stench in the air and Tripar went on to comment on the stench by saying "Goddamn what the fuck is that smell, it smells like some stank ass pussy." To which Tripar then turned his backwards and caught in his line of sight Rywar just exploding with shit going all over the wall and ceiling to, and when he turned his head a little bit of it got on his face and he immediately threw up everywhere and this got Bernie to stop the camping van and he got out of the van to throw up. Once the puke and shit fest was all over Bernie told them to wait outside of the car so he could clean it up. While Tripar and Rywar where outside the car Tripar asked Rywar why he shit all over the RV and to this Rywar replied "I don't know but I think it was that fucking chipotle, I put way too much hot sauce on my burrito bowl which set my stomach and bowels on fire." Right after he said this they spotted a den that looked like it was that of a dragon's den. They entered the den just to be greeted by a dragon that seemed to be an infant. They asked the dragon if it spoke English and it somehow responded with a highly educated British accent saying "Yes, chap, I indeed graduated with a masters in the English language from Oxford University." So they asked the dragon if he wanted to join them and he responded "Yes my good man now would you like some tea and crumpets oh and may I remind you I also have biscuits." As they left the cave with their newfound friend they spotted a herd of gnomes yelling such phrases ad "MYY NAM EHH JEFFF!" and "DEEEEEEZ NUTTSSS!" and many more as they went over to see what all the commotion was the gnomes started to get closer and more aware of the, these gnomes all had black gnome hats long brown beards red shirts and black pants. When they finally came up to the gnomes the gnomes started yelling "WHATS UP DRAMA ALERT NATION IM YOUR HOST KILLER KEEMSTAR!" As the gnomes charged at them they managed to fight most of them off because they were pretty sure they had some sort of disability or something like that. They managed to escape just in time and got onto the RV and Bernie asked what had just happened to which they replied "look out the window dumbass." And he looked to his right and immediately drove away. About 3 hours later they were all getting hungry and decided to stop at Old Mama June's Diner, while they were there they saw what looked to be a brother and sister the brother was tall Asian and very skinny with an extreme combover and kept yelling "ohh eww Jake Paul is so cringe better rant about this to my twelve year old fans." The other was a little girl with what seemed to be a stack of money on the end and a bunch of green paper in the middle, she also spoke with and annoying high pitched monotone voice and was Asian as well and kept yelling "It is little Tay and I make more than your ma-ma-s rent, my toilet costs more than your house." They both came over to him and they wouldn't stop yelling the same exact thing and the older brother then slapped Tripar with the weakest slap possible because his arms appeared to be about as big as a hockey stick and soon after he got punched by Bernie and they continued in their way to the Diner and in the cafe they ordered pancakes and while they were waiting on their food a giant African American fellow walked up to them wearing a giant fur coat and a white fedora with gold trimmings and a giant cane covered in rubies. As he walked up they all started to get worried, when he got to the table he spoke with the deepest raspiest voice imaginable and said "So where you boys headed to?" Tripar said "oh where just going to Chicago to visit a wise fellow by the name of Chief Keef." Right after Tripar said this the pimp's face went completely blank and he responded "for the prophecy" and then Bernie added "yes and also I want to see what kind of crib keef is living in right now." Then the dragon said "Hello, chap, do you mind getting me a meeting with one of your most promiscuous ladies?" The pimp automatically responded with a highly educated British accent as well "Oh well you see my good chap they are all very promiscuous and extremely prepared for another sophisticated man like yourself, chap." They went on to talk with this pimp about the prophecy and their journey and the dragon fished up and said o the pimp "well, chap, these ladies you have here are mildly adequate." And they continued on their trip.

Tripar and his Dog, Rywar, have to go out and get the “Lost Stone”, which is a stone that turns you into a god, in order to defeat the evil tyrant leader of the US at the time Michael Stevens.

*This Is Book 1 of a 2 part series*

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