Want some affordable, yet good covers for your stories? It's now officially open! 

Please be guided with the rules and regulations . 

CREDITS TO ALL THE PHOTOGRAPHERS, and OWNERS of the images I use here.  

Please be guided with the rules and regulations . 

Kindly fill out the form that I will be posting, I'll try my best to give you a good and decent cover according to your request. I hope all of the writers, beginners or amateur writers know that I am not really good in graphics but I will surely to give what you want my dear. Don't hesitate to ask me about your request. Please use my cover as long as you can.

Most of the images are not mine and I am not taking its ownership.

The sight in front of her making remembers something that she never wants to remember. The ancient records that she stumbles upon by accident. Since the ancient era to this day, there is very little record about a profession that many do not know about. It is Formation master, and there is a hearsay that the Formation master can easily kill a group of experts if they were to fall into his/her formation.

Vernora feels a bit accomplish now for being a princess in her kingdom that she had never felt it before since she grew up; she looks at the sight in front of her with pondering expression. In the palace library, almost every bookshelf that records about this world, she had read all of them. Until one day that there is nothing left in the library for her to read, she started to search the entire place to find something to help her relieve the boredom.

------------

At that time she is only ten years old, so it is a bit hard to browse the entire place without missing something. 

There is a secret door happened to open by itself because the trigger triggered when she tried to search for anything left that she had not read yet. After entering through the secret door, the room is completed with darkness and the door of the secret room starts to close itself automatically, which almost makes her wet her pants at the time. With the is light suddenly lift, but toward her surprise, there are only two books and a sealed box in there. Her expectation for many books to have existed inside becomes an illusion all of a sudden.

Vernora only walks for a few steps, and she choked herself nonstop because there is dust everywhere in the room. The only explanation for this, that there is no one had ever entered here beside her and the master of this room for a very long time. Although there are only a few books, she very was curious about them. Why would there be a secret room in the library in the first place? But at that time she could not continue to read the book or explore there because of the candlelight run out, so she decided to come back later to continue her exploration of the secret room.

Little Vernora saved as many candles as possible by not lift her chamber at night for many days. After everything had been prepared, she went there again with expectations. Seeing that no one has followed her, Vernora little face becomes blossom with a smile. The awaiting day for the secret books inside the room finally reveals to her.

However, after cleaning up the dust that covers the table and the bookshelf, her happy smiling face soon becomes angry instead. She feels that she is being cheated by the master of this room. Why? It was because of the first book is a daily of the master of this room. Even though the writing is a bit different from present-day writing, but she can understand most of it.

"On year one, three moons of the Light Wind calendar.
This is my coronation as a king of this Kingdom. Also, it is my coming age ceremony day as my beautiful wife is waiting for me in our chamber."

"..."

"Today the weather is good, the clear sky here is better than our country. I went to an underground auction house yesterday, and many things brought me a big surprise. I have spent almost all of my life saving to buy a detailed and colorful picture book. This is my lifetime biggest pride. If you are my descendant and happened to be able to enter here, that means we were connected with fate. But you have to promise that you will never show this book to anyone else, or there might be a bloodbath of war over it."

Vernora angry face replaces with delightful again, because the book that she is going to uncover the sealed box will be a treasure.

The second book that Vernora currently reading was full of mystery, as they are many parts that she doesn't understand. The language of the book itself is mysterious for her. But, she can understand some pictures in the book. Because she has seen it before from their castle, the defend tower. 

The sealed box that contains her treasure, it will be her treasure. Because she will never show it to her royal father or royal brother.

Vernora holds her breath as she tries to uncover the sealed box with extreme care because she is afraid her expectation will be waste if she unseals it directly. She wants to know what kind of book that her ancestor strongly warning to not show to the public.

As she lifts the lid of the sealed box to uncover it, she feels her hand become heavy than usual. Because whatever it is inside this box, it might be brought catastrophe to the world. Vernora closes her eyes and moves her little hands in very slow motion. She is afraid that she might damage the book inside the box, as her first ancestor era is already over for more than a thousand years. 

Vernora slowly opens her little eyes with a face full of expectation, the first characters at the top of the picture book is an unknown character to her. Because the writing of the character is in bold, but it is not likely handwriting at all. Vernora almost doesn't believe her eyes that there is such a kind of beautiful writing that exists in this world. From what she just sees even though it is only a glim of the upper part of the book, but this very book is already taking her expectation to the peak.

This book cover should be not made from a beast skin, it used completely different material to make for sure. What kind of existence that able to create such a masterpiece. She wanted to uncover this sealed box faster, but she doesn't want to spoil her exciting mood, too. She stops her hands' movement and free one of her hands to feel the texture of the book cover.

The smooth feeling of the texture from the only upper part of the book that is in her view. She feels delighted and hopeful to view the entire book. Her ancestor did not cheat her, because there is a record that the first ancestor is a playboy that had over 3000 concubines. Also, he is well known for being a cheater.

Vernora finally cannot hold her excitement back anymore, as she decides to continue to unseal the box. As the lid being moved slowly, she can see some content on the book cover. What making her surprise is that after the unknow bold characters there is the head of three females with a lifelike image being imprinted. 

How can someone draw such a lifelike image and coloring such beautiful ladies? The creator of this book must be a master in art and calligraphy. The beautiful lifelike hair color, their attraction eyes, and beautiful red lips. Although she can only see the three heads of these ladies in the picture, every one of them can make many men become head over heel with just wink.

As Vernora keeps going with her unsealing phase, she can see even their necks are very detailed beauty and not a single error of coloring. The more she uncovers the lid, the more she wants to know who is the creator of this book.

When the lid finally comes over these ladies' upper shoulders, Vernora seems to note that there is not even a single piece of clothes were on their shoulders beside a thin line of different colors. The lady on the left seemed to have two black lines over her shoulders. The lady in the mid seemed to have a white mini collar around her neck, and two white lines on both of her shoulders, too. And the lady on the right seems to only have a crossed purple line over her shoulders instead of being straight like the other two ladies.

The little Vernora decides to go all out with her phase all of a sudden. When the lid of the box unsealed, she can see very clearly that all of the lifelike pictures of these ladies. 

They are all wearing something that she had never seen before. And all the three ladies in the pictures had no shame at all because, besides the key place on their body, there is nothing covered their body. Vernora takes her small hands covering all her eyes and runs with all of her might to leave the secret room.

------------

Some of the spirit beasts that cannot hold themselves anymore, there is only one result when they step their foot inside the minefield area. That is wasted.

Vernora can only shake her head when she sees that many beasts' core was wasted like that. 

The trio who currently standing and watching their surroundings as more and more spirit beasts gathering and surround them in the center. All of them start to feel that their end is coming, even with mines being planted all over their campsite, but it has limit numbers. With the increasing of spirit beasts and the minefield become small and small by the reckless spirit beasts.

"What are we going to do?" Benak is sweating all over his body by now.

"Even if I were to die, I won't let any of you die with me because I am the one who requested all of you to come with me." William said with a firm and serious tone. He is already come up with an idea of how to leave this place, but the problem is how to move Nacorn with them.

In the business world where hidden danger is everywhere, one wrong turn was made you might lose everything. William, who used to own VIVE corporation, was lost everything including his pants to those he deemed as family, and even his fiance also left him. 

-----

After a fateful encountered with an old man, William fate has been drastically changed due to an uneventful because of the old man forgetfulness. 

There William encountered a tomboy who loved to crossdressing. Their fate started to interlink one to another. 

Will this fateful encounter of William and Rosa Diana bring what to the world that only respect the strong?

Will he able to survive in this new world?

Will he able to come back?

Will he able to stay true to himself after experiencing these exciting events?

----- Note -----

This my first fiction novel, please bear it with me.

Hi Readers!


Thank you for reading my book and voting for it using your power stones - and also those who added them also to their collection.

I'm a novice writer and this book is supposed to be drawn as comics. I don't have the time to draw now because of my profession as a CPA, my job, and my law school degree. Drawing, scanning, and coloring them in PS is a hard thing to do - as I figured from personal experience as I finished only 3 pages of this one before I made it a book.

Hopefully words gave justice to my vivid imaginations of the battle taking place that can only be visualized in drawing. I thank God He let me finish this. Even though I am not good with words, His wisdom flowed through me to make me contextualize the images I am seeing in my head. Hopefully you are seeing what I'm seeing as you read every chapter leading to the final battle to end this book 1 of 5. 

I will continue with Book 2 if I get some reception. My vision doesn't stop there, although may be delayed. Had a few setbacks too with publishing and from other professional editors saying my work is too ambitious and impossible. Honestly, I am not in it for the money, I can publish it and have the cost to cover the expenses making it if ever. I just want to share my story. But, alas, we are not that lucky, and I am not that great too as a writer. 

Got depressed for a while before I met my wife and got married and forgot about this for 6 years now. That's why I haven't pushed though writing and focused on my professional life, but I will continue this on and finish all 5 books (4 more to go). I am challenging myself too. If I get a lot of reception from you guys, I'll kickstart Book 2 this quarantine period if ever. Thanks for reading my book and God bless you!

Stay safe!

When Bathala created the world, He made sure that the Earth will be safe from the Mortals: the Men and Women of the Earth. Their potential for evil has saddened Him deeply. He has to go away to create Paraiso but He needs to protect them from destroying themselves.

To make sure that life will prosper on Earth, He has blessed three righteous tribes and mandated them to protect the Fountain of Life from being corrupted. The Fountain seeds green life on Earth. Without the fountain, life will cease to exist.

The three tribes that are led by Nagozul, Yagisiv Haya, and Daomagar, left their villages and created their dominion on Bathala's three islands collectively known as The Holy Lands. Their purpose: "Protect the Fountain of Life at all costs." They have been true in following their holy edict and have proven themselves to become the Holy Sentinels of the Lands of Bathala. They have maintained the secrecy and the anonymity of the Holy Lands with perfection as life continued on Earth.

Tens of thousands of years later, the Kingdom of Nagozul has now grown arrogant and has disobeyed Bathala's mandate. An impending doom now shrouds the Holy Lands. Extinction of the mortal race is upon them and the fate of the world is at stake. It is up to the brave Holy Sentinels, the young Princes of Nagozul, to complete the mission and save the souls that are inhabiting the islands of God.

"Are you ready, darling?" Mom asked.

I nodded my head as a response.

It was just a typical day and we were going out visiting my grandma since grandpa isn't there to keep her company anymore. 

Grandma's cooking was the best, and nothing can top that.

Mom and I are heading to her house.

I was looking at every houses that we passesd.

Each one of them are familiar.

Sometimes I could see two or three of my friends house that I met on the playground.

I was watching at the houses that we pass by. Until we arrived at Grandma's.

I ran out as fast as I could towards grandma.

"Well, if it isn't my granddaughter Astra!" she happily exclaimed.

"I bet you came here just to taste my cooking am I right, Honey?"

I chuckled.

"You know me too well, Granny."

Then my mom came closer to us bringing a basket with lots of fruits that we prepared this morning.

"Hi Mom," she greeted and kissed Granny's cheeks.

"Hey, Astrid." Granny beamed.

Then Granny looked at me.

"Now why won't we go inside now." Granny said as mom and I both followed Gramma inside her lovely cabin.

As we were walking, she asked.

"What would you like to eat? Tell me so that I could prepare the ingredients."

I looked at my mom and she smiled at me.

We talked about surprising granny about my cooking skills this morning.

Mom said that she'll let me borrow one of granny's cookbook and cook granny's favorite chicken soup, while both of mom and granny will go out for a nice walk.

I looked at Granny and smiled sweetly.

"How bout you cook later and you and mom go outside for a nice walk. Now isn't that great?" I exclaimed.

Granny stopped for a moment and looked at me.

"Are you sure, Astra?" She asked, pouting.

"Yes Grandma, Besides I'm still not yet hungry." I replied.

Grandma then gave ne a huge toothy grin.

"Okay, now. How bout we'll go on for a walk." the said while dragging mom toward the door.

"We have a lot to talk about." she whispered at my mom's ear but I could weirdly hear it.

Then after a few moments,I heard the door closed.

I look back and saw no signs of their presence.

I heaved a sigh and got to the kitchen swiftly.

As I was walking, looking for a cookbook at some if the kitchen's cabinets.

I heard a sound.

Meow.

Meow.

Meow.

I looked everywhere, and then my eyes landed on a black cat near the kitchen's window.

It was looking at me from outside.

I ran towards the window and opened it.

"Are you lost little kitty?" I asked but then realized that the cat was stray since there's no sign of collar around it.

I then ignored it but left the window open. I head back to the kitchen when suddenly I saw a glimpse of a cookbook near the dark hallway grandma forbids us to go.

Hmm. It wouldn't hurt to try and cook something so why not get the cookbook? 

I thought.

I then got the cookbook. There's a lot of dust covering the book but I still managed to wipe it off.

When the book was fully cleaned, I looked at it's cover.

It says

"fœrbïdėń ßpęłłbœœk"

I did not mind even there's a weird title outside so I opened the cookbook casually.

Then I finally found chicken soup recipe.

But weirdly it says here, the recipe needs pig blood.

I shrugged it off and starting preparing the ingredients.

Pig blood.
A pebble.
Chicken body.
Gasoline.
Candle.
Red ink.
Water.
A hair strand.

And while mixing it all recite the following

Ut ejus semper et gustare quod pulmenti, erit per factorem amare

My forehead knotted when I read those. I never saw granny once reciting while cooking.

But might as well give it a try.

Since I lack ingredients in the house, I made my own.

Since there's no Pig blood, I then replaced it with tomato juice.

Then I got a pebble from outside.

Grandma doesn't have a whole chicken body in the fridge so I replaced it with chichen legs and wings.

Since there is no gasoline in the house, I prepared oil.

And for the candle, I think that it would take more that an hour to cook the soup in it so Instead of a candle, I prepared the stove. 

For the red ink, I prepared food coloring.

Water and My hair strand is present.

I opened the stove and added tomato juice, cooking oil, a pebble, chicken, water and a hair strand.

I then mixed it after a minute, when it certainly is hot. 

I decided to recite the word from the cookbook out loud.

"U ejus semper et gustar quo punti, 
erit per factorem amare." I recited.

Nothing happens. Weird.

I was about to turn my back when suddenly the book shone then a man suddenly appeared.

He was sitting on the ground and was massaging his neck.

His black hair was long enough to cover his left eye.

He was wearing a black aviator jacket.

He have an olive white skin and his eyes are emerald green.

He was maybe on his 20's according to his appearance.

"How...." He ask.

"Huh?"

"H-how can you summon me?! The spell summoning me was supposed to be destroyed 2000 years ago!" He shouted.

"I don't know! You were supposed to be chicken soup!" I shouted back.

He then massaged his head and 
looked at me.

"Look kid, since you have summoned me. I'm going to grant you four wishes."

I looked at him grinning.

"Really?" I asked

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

"Well in that case—"

"Hey, not too fast kiddo. First of all, you must write your wish in a paper. And to be able to grant your wishes, you must offer me your soul." The Man said as he slumped over to ties his shoelace.

"Offer my what now?"

"You heard me right, your soul."

Then suddenly the door opened, and grandma and mom came in.

I looked at where the guy is but he's not there.

Was I hallucinating? 

"Darling! I thought you are cooking chicken soup! But that lemon meyer
fried Fritata is much more better!" Granny said as she pointed at my cooking.

I looked back at what I was cooking and saw this gorgeous looking meal that I didn't remember cooking earlier.

"Well, uh. Bon Appetit?"

—End of Part 1—

On the day where Astra met him, she didn’t know that it was fated. She was simply living her life normally but seems like destiny is playful and seems like they really are meant together.

Tiana stuck her hands out, "Big brother, lift out Tiana, please."
Luke picked up Tiana and helped her into the car. He did up her seat belt and smiled at her. "I hope that you can find a few toys while we are out but remember we won't be able to get toys all the time. So choose well right now. Tiana do you know when your birthday is?"
Cindy started placing the bags in the back then took the slippers from Luke and placed them in the trunk. "From what I have seen some are not too bad but those two seem to be the types that would gossip. Do not pay such people any mind." Cindy closed the trunk, smiled and got into the car. 
"Tiana isn't sure when her birthday is but it wasn't soon. Cake is only for birthdays that is what daddy would say. Tiana only got a cupcake on her birthday but it was so tasty!" She started at Luke with her big round eyes. 
Kitty walked to the other side of the car and got in. "That is okay, Tiana. We will figure out your birthday and if we can not figure it out we will give you a birthday. Carlos makes an amazing cake. Oh, and after dinner, you will be able to have a dessert."
Stella climbing in the front seat and sat down she placed the bag at her feet. "I hope that one day you will not be as scared of me."
Luke climbed into the car last and did up his seatbelt, "I am sure she will warm up to you eventually. In the meantime Stella I will be your friend. I trust that you will not do something to hurt my family and if Ketan says that you are under his command then I will trust that bond between you two."
"Okay, so the toy store first and then dinner?" Cindy looked back at Kitty. 
"Yes, please. Hopefully, the place we go to sells a booster seat so that we do not need to go somewhere else." Kitty relaxed her head against the door.
"Dessert? Tiana will be allowed dessert? Tiana is even luckier." She dramatically places her hands on her cheeks and slightly opens her mouth.
Luke takes out his phone and takes a picture of Tiana. "Yes, you will get a dessert if you eat all your dinner. That is what Leo always would say to me. Do you like ice cream?"
Cindy drove them to the toy store and swiftly parked the car. "Okay, we are here. I will take Stella to find a booster seat. Kitty and Luke can take Tiana to fun some toys and such."
Kitty got out of the car and stretched a little bit. "I will go along with this plan."
Luke undid Tiana's belt and then got out of the car. "I agree this will make it easier."
"Big brother, Tiana Likes ice cream." Tiana freed from the belt climbed out and latched herself on Kitty's leg. "Mommy, Tiana is so excited!"
Kitty held out her hand and lead Tiana into the store. "Do you know how to read Tiana? We will pick up some storybooks to read. If you don't know Luke and I will teach you how to read." She walked towards the books first.
"Tiana, would like to learn to read. Tiana knows a few words but not enough for a book, mommy." She skips towards the books. 
Luke followed behind the two and grabbed a cart. He pushed the cart listening to their conversation. "I will help teach you to read and write. They are skills that you will need in the future. There is nothing wrong with learning them now." He looked at the learn to write books and picked out two of them. One was a book about numbers and the other was the alphabet.
Tiana looked at the books in fascination. She reached her little arms to try and pull a book down but couldn't reach it. "Tiana is too short, Mommy can you help me please?" 
Kitty saw that book and picked it and handed it to her. "Here you are, dear. This is the one you were looking at right?" She started to look for more books like that and found out that it was a book series that had a box set. "Tiana, how about mommy buys you this instead? This has a whole collection of princess stories including the one you are holding." 
Tiana looks at the book collection in awe. "Can Tiana have all those books, Mommy? I would like all of them." She looks up in anticipation. 
Luke chuckled and looked at the baby books he found a set and added it to the cart. "If Mother offers it to you that means she wants to get it for you if that is what you want."
"Tiana wants, please. So many princess books. Tiana is so happy." She handed the lone book back to Kitty and watched what she would do.
Kitty placed the book set in the cart and placed the single book back. "Let's see what coloring books there are for you to color in." The walked down the aisle and went to the coloring books. "Tiana you can pick out five coloring books that you would like, okay. So think long and hard which ones you would like. Then we will get you a crayon set of 152 pieces that you can use."
Tiana looks up at Kitty and has some tears in her eyes, "Tiana feels like she is dreaming five brand new books and a huge set of colors just for Tiana. Tiana will choose well." She looks at all the coloring books and spots a unicorn one. "The first one for Tiana is the unicorn one!!" She rushes the book to Luke. 
Luke took the book. "Good job you still have four more to choose." He got down and wiped the tears away," once she was out of earshot he whispered, "she is going to be so attached and not want to leave. I do hope that she will not get jealous of the baby. Tiana is a good girl and we are blessed that she is taking this easily."


Will she hunt him or will he hunt her? Kitty is a demon with powers beyond belief. She goes through life alone and has suffered many losses but nothing could prepare her for falling for someone who is meant to hunt and kill her kind. Leo a hunter sworn to change the paths of the hunter association must make the choice of hunting the one whom has captured his heart or turning his back on his way of life. 

Neither of them expected that the one night they spent together would change both their lives forever. 

From attraction to the desperate desire of want, this unlikely couple will face all obstacles to fight the systems in place for centuries. The forbidden love of a hunter and his prey. Will Leo and Kitty be able to protect what is theirs or will they lose it all?

So like a thief, Eric Wu stealthily entered the villa. He looked around to discover the presence of people. Seeing only the modern decoration, he proceeded towards the stair, ignoring the elevator next to it. He ascended in a pensive manner unaware that he was already on the second floor. 

"E-Eric?" 

Startled was Eric Wu once the familiar nervous voice called for him. He looked around and saw Bella Lim was reading a book near the sleek, marble fireplace pit in the living room. A purple cushion was used to elevate her hands that were holding the book. On a closer look, it was his latest published book.

"Where's little Ryan?" he casually asked as if earlier he hadn't made a wish not to run into her. Unexpectedly, he walked towards Bella Lim, sat across her and stretched his body. It all seemed natural except the woman who nervously peeked on him while trying not to be so obvious, hiding behind the thick book on her hand.

"Hmm?" he mumbled, trying to get the response that hadn't been given yet. Bella Lim immediately lowered her book and smiled nervously.

"H-He went to take his coloring supply," she explained, pointed to the coloring book lying on the table in front of her. Then, the book in her hand was rose again, a wall that hid the sight of a woman taking a deep breath in. 

Bella Lim peeked at the man across her and for a while there, she was stunned. The loose necktie, plus the unbuttoned first button, made her took another long, deep breath. The silhouette of him under the dim, golden light, exuded a dangerously sexy sensation. Bella Lim was amazed at herself that such a normal after-work look of him actually made her heart race uncontrollably. However, such a feeling wasn't necessarily a good sign to her.

If she couldn't handle this, how was she supposed to stand the unknown time of her staying with him at the villa? Bella Lim bit her lower lip, trying to remind herself not to go overboard with the imagery so that she could still be proud of her sanity by the time she left the house. 

Eric Wu saw the subtle change in her expression and was amused, returned was the man who loved to tease Bella Lim.

"You should thank little Ryan or else I would've punished you tonight,"

Punish?

"You promised not to stutter anymore. I'm thinking of putting you into labor right away,"

Ohh... Bella Lim exhaled a big sigh, a reaction that was properly hidden behind the book she held. Just now, her perverse mind was quick to jump to a conclusion when she heard Eric Wu's first sentence. Thank morality for his quick help in getting her back to her so-called innocent self.

"I-I think i-it will take t-time," she answered with the worst stutter she could manage.

Eric Wu laughed when he heard Bella Lim's reply. He had the urge to yank the book in her hand so that he could see her blushing face. Apparently, his mind was liking the image of her nervous state.

God!

Eric Wu internally gasped. He couldn't believe that his feeling towards Bella Lim had transcended to the level of admiring her reaction towards him. At the same time, he felt his lips were sealed by an unknown force. Right now, he was clueless about what to say. An awkward silence began.

Right at that moment, of course, little pumpkin who went to retrieve his coloring supply save the two adults!

"Big brother Eric!" little pumpkin jumped in front of Eric Wu, trying to surprise him. He was so excited when he saw him from afar sitting in the living room. Since the time he officially became the resident of Hillside Villa, he had hoped to see the hero of his life.

Little pumpkin appearance with a statement startled both Eric Wu and Bella Lim, while at the same time broke the tension away. Eric Wu was glad that little Ryan made his appearance. He rose from the comfortable seat to scoop the little boy off the ground and cradled him gently into his arm.

"My boy!" he was meant to say, savior.

"Where have you been hiding, huh?" and this sentence was supposed to be said as 'thank you for the perfect timing,'

Little pumpkin giggled as he hugged Eric Wu's neck. 

"Little pumpkin went to take those," he said while pointing to the box of coloring pencils that was thrown to the floor so that his surprise was impactful.

"Little pumpkin? Who gave you such a not-so-cute nickname?" Eric Wu laughed as he tried not to say 'lame'. He had heard of Bella Lim calling the little boy with such a name, yet he purposely asked that question to get to her nerve again. 

It seemed that teasing her was the natural course for Eric Wu.

"Big sis does. Is it not cute big brother Eric?" little pumpkin asked with his head cocked to the left. His big eyes were staring curiously at Eric Wu. Personally, he had no issue being called as little pumpkin.

"Not cute at all," Eric Wu shook his head in an exaggerated manner and sneakily glanced at Bella Lim who was engrossed with the book in her hand or probably not. The proximity between the book surface and her face gave an assumption that she either was too into the book or just short-sighted.

"Really?" little pumpkin asked. 

"Yes. The person who gave you this nickname probably wants to make you a pumpkin," a reply was given by Eric Wu with the support of his confident face.

Little pumpkin thought for a while and stared at the direction of his big sister who wasn't paying attention to them at all. 

"But, big sis gives me this nickname," he said in a sad tone. His big eyes fell onto his sister, hoping that she would give him a verbal response to support her decision of giving the name to him. However, the other wasn't saying anything at all.

"Big sis..." little pumpkin was at the brink of tears now. Eric Wu who saw the little boy getting emotional walked towards Bella Lim and kicked her right foot. That elicited a groan from the oblivious woman. 

Bella Lim closed her book with a loud bang and rose from her sitting position. She faced Eric Wu who was holding little pumpkin in his arms and heaved out. Her expression was livid. 

As she listened to their conversation, she could feel her palpitated heart changed to a flare of anger. Patience, she told herself for she knew that man was making fun of her again. Alas, little pumpkin's response made her feel the opposite. One kick and she fell into a fit.

"Little pumpkin, here," she called in a strict manner, arms were wide open. She noticed his hesitation and initiated the movement, taking the little boy into her arms now.

"Eric, don't you dare downgrade my love for him," she lashed out at Eric Wu. The man's gaze narrowed as he mused over the state Bella Lim was in. It seemed that she could talk properly when she was angry.

The hands that encircled little pumpkin's body became tight. Bella Lim looked into his eyes and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense okay?" she persuaded.

"But, big brother Eric said the name is not cute--at all," little pumpkin spoke, rising the tone as he pronounced the last two words. Bella Lim glared at Eric Wu who was looking at her as if she was an entertainment.

"No-no, you're the cutest thing that ever happens to big sis. Your big brother Eric is just joking," Bella Lim patted little pumpkin's head, comforting the moping boy. Then, she glared at Eric Wu while mouthed the phrase, 'fix this!'.

Eric Wu grinned as he walked closer towards the duo. "Sorry little Ryan. Your big sis is right, you're deserving of that name," he said as he squeezed little pumpkin's chubby cheek.

"That's indeed a cute nickname," he added.

Little pumpkin who had his eyes wetted, brightened. He looked at Eric Wu in disbelieved, "But big brother Eric hated the name," he pouted.

"Actually, big brother Eric wanted to see if your big sis would get angry. Imagine her yelling at me while stuttering," Eric Wu revealed his hidden agenda. Laughter skipped his lips afterward as he noticed the bewildered look of Bella Lim.

"Hehehe, so big brother Eric used me to tease big sis? meanieeee~ poor big sis!" little pumpkin cupped his mouth with both hands. Giggle in his eyes. When he saw Eric Wu nodded, he could no longer stop the laughter he tried so hard to suppress. He held out his hands, asking for Eric Wu to take him away. Soon, Bella Lim was left standing alone in the living room. Both Eric Wu and little pumpkin who rested in his arms were heading to the elevator, still laughing.

What just happened? Bella Lim moved her jaw in consternation. 

Did she just get played? She let out a chuckle, followed by another. Her face in total confusion, although she finally realized the stupid reason that brought about the entire scene.

She collapsed into the sofa and looked straight with loose eyes. 

For God's sake, this was only her first day living with Eric Wu!

Bella Lim wanted to cry but seemed like her own tears were teasing her as they refused to make an appearance, leaving the woman looked drained and hopeless.

"Bella,"

That voice shot her up. Bella Lim looked towards the owner of the voice. Eric Wu and little pumpkin were both staring at her.

"Let's go eat," Eric Wu spoke. His lips alongside the angle of his eyes were smiling. A smile that once again sent Bella Lim into disarray.

She walked towards them in a daze.

Hiatus - Read Author's note in the latest chapter for more info.

Bella Lim was just an ordinary girl who had a peculiar hobby of stalking the most handsome, rich, popular man in the whole country.

One day, she found out a secret that could endanger the man's life. She tried to warn him but it was too late, she saw his dire state in front of her very eyes. And she was killed under the hand of the ruthless killer. 

But, due to her 'sin', she was reborn. It was a blessing but at the same time a curse that changed her life forever.

Her life entangled with him and dark past returned!



*I'll update weekly sometimes daily.
* a cliche reincarnation story (with some originality.cough.)
*English is not perfect. Comments/review for improvement is most welcome.

The flames dissipated, and Zidane no longer found himself standing on the concrete surface of the plaza. The energy of this place alone was more than he needed to have in order to identify exactly where he was.

'It's been... A very long time since I've been in this room.' 

It hadn't changed much in the ten years, either. The walls were still the same red coloring, decorated with black-framed mirrors and web-like designs running along the edge where the wall met the ceiling. A ceiling that was also made up of a mirror. Zidane only had to see the beginning of it to know she had added in this reflection. He looked away from the mirrors on the walls and ceiling, attention going to the large portal in front of him.

The portal hadn't been opened yet, resulting in what looked like a crack in reality. A long, jagged line separating the wall behind it, distorting everything above and below.

Ezyta turned around, as if finally sensing his presence. She stared at him, light eyes taking in the uniform he was wearing-studying him from her towering height. Her chin lifted, eyes narrowing and bringing her disturbingly long eyelashes close together.

"You're mucking up my floor."

Zidane fought every urge to wipe his boots hard against the carpet. He stayed standing, cooling down his frustration as much as he could... But it was hard, being in this room with her again...

"I figure you could've just pulled him out yourself," he said, referencing the portal in front of them.

Ezyta blinked slowly, those eyelashes touching for a moment and sending a flash of sickness into Zidane's gut. "Pulling him out," she began, "if you do mean energetically forcing the host to us, would rip its body apart. It doesn't look pretty. Rather messes up the product, as well."

"So..." He rose onto the balls of his feet, at a loss for words. "You're sending me to go get him?"

"You're the only one who can, Zidane. Its puny mind will recognize you as familiar, given what similarities you share..."

"Right." He'd forgotten about that detail.

He rotated his wrist, stretching out the muscles that were weighing down with fatigue. As his hand completed the circle, the yellow book fell into his grasp, landing between two fingers. His other hand found his pocket as he held the book up to her, turning the text until the cover was displayed.

"So this is for getting back, right?"

"Yes. If our product stays alive that long, of course."

A dark energy swept down his back; near his shoulder blades like shadows descending downwards. She kept talking like he wasn't even a living thing...

'Can I really expect anything different from her?' 

He didn't answer his own question, knowing full well who Ezyta really was. His focus trained on the portal again, and he felt the energy begin to pull him as he walked towards it. Zidane stopped a little more than arms length away, the memory of Zooka holding his hand through the doorway coming back.

His eyes closed, focusing on the sight of her face. The worry, the laughter as he wiped the concern away.

"I need you to make me a clone." The words came from his mouth, spoken easier than he thought they would be.

"Hm." Ezyta was interested-anything to attribute a longer life of suffering for him. "How much more can you run away, Zidane?"

His eyes clenched a bit tighter, pain flicking into him. He let out a breath through his nose, determined to deny her question.

'I'm not...' He focused on breathing normally, focused on swallowing down the emotions trying to suffocate him again. 'I'm not running... I can't...' 

But he was. He knew he was still doing what he did best.

He felt Ezyta's fingertips pulling against the fabric of his jacket. And soon, he could feel the pressure like a hollow copy of his own body, slowly sliding out of himself. The feeling was odd; something he had never quite experienced before. He felt the details of his own face slip out of the back of his head, felt his fingers pull away from the back of his hand. And then the pressure fell away.

Ezyta made another sound of brief interest. "I'm almost surprised I got everything right."

She was expecting him to turn around, to look at the clone. But Zidane only stepped forward, feeling the portal try and draw him closer.

"Send it to Zooka," he told her. Part of him was almost scared, speaking to Ezyta like this. But... After what she had done... No; a few commanding words were more than justified.

"I'll need to conserve all the energy I can."

He expected Ezyta to shoot a comment back. He expected her to do something, but he only heard the sound of fire ripping around the clone. A slight moment of fear dropped into him.

She was closer to him now; the feeling of her aura almost making him visibly shrink away. The energy was dark, sending a color deeper than black into his mind. He focused on Zooka again, remembering her smile, the angelic white of her energy.

Zidane could feel the words before they came, the tension like a gun being pointed at him. He stayed still, barely even breathing as she walked up to him, long heels soundlessly moving her to his side. She spoke, the words dripping from her lips like black ink.

"And Zidane?"

He turned, blue eyes meeting pale golden ones.

Ezyta smiled.

"Betray me again, and I will destroy your existence."

A shred of feeling and the portal opened, suspending Zidane in blackness.

____________
A/N: And Ezyta is introduced! What do you think of her so far?

Aspiring musician Lance awakes one night to hear a voice. Someone warning him of danger to come. Someone telling him to start running, now. Lance has no choice but to shrug off the event as something of his own imagination, but upon falling unconscious, he is kidnapped and injected with deadly cells from a race kept hidden from humans, a race kept secret. Zidane is a crossbreed of Razalek and Spiro, a breathing hybrid that shouldn't exist. There's too much hatred between the races; there's too much bad blood in his veins. But he needs to save Lance's life. He has too much death on his hands already. However, Lance isn't so easy to trust him. So, with a question, he's teleported into Zidane's mind and introduced to a world of magic, racism, and everlasting love. Memory by memory plays, giving Lance answers to his question. Giving him every reason to trust. He has no choice, after all. ________PREVIEW_________ Lance only felt Zidane's pain, aches that added to his own. If only they'd tried harder... As the last few layers of his skin began to regrow, Lance knew the statement was empty. The words had lost every meaning, replaced with nothing but agonizing reality. They'd lost, plain and simple. It just wasn't an easy thing to face. _________________________ COMPLETE

I hated my first day of kindergarten. I was wearing what my mom thought was the definition of kindergarten chic...a white dress with neon blue bows at the hemline, which only went to my knees. 

I wanted to wear my usual jeans and a t-shirt with a pun phrase on the cover which back then I only saw as colorful designs. But no, instead my mom got me a whole new wardrobe of frilly dresses and glitzy accessories.

Needless to say, I wasn't happy. I was even unhappier when my mom kissed me goodbye after dropping me off. I didn't care who saw...I wailed. The kindergarten teacher looked distraught as the tears kept on coming. I remember her saying things like, 'We're going to have so much fun!' or 'Do you want to color!' Nothing helped until my mom got down on one knee and pulled me in for a hug.

She whispered, "Don't cry, baby. You look beautiful and you're going to make some amazing friends here." After she broke from the hug, she held my hands in hers. "Who's my fierce firecracker?"

"Me?" I answered weakly. 

"That's right!" she answered enthusiastically before waving good-bye to me again.

Before I could start crying again, my kindergarten teacher placed a box of crayons in my hands and steered me to a table filled with other little girls. There was only one seat left. I sat down and said, "Hello!" 

"Hi cryer" said the most beautiful girl I ever saw. With grey blue eyes and sun kissed blonde hair. 

"My name is Kat," I replied. "I'm not gonna cry anymore."

Another girl at the table with frizzy Brown hair and a smattering of freckles said, "Good, but you should find another table to sit at." I was about to ask her why when she said, "My momma said I'm not supposed to talk with black people."

"I'm not black. I'm American," I answered with unwavering confidence. "My mom isn't from America. She's from Columbus." Back then I didn't know how to say Colombia. Or, my whole first name for that matter.

The girl with frizzy Brown hair said, "Well whatever your name is, get away from us."

I didn't know how to react. I was shocked but still in my seat. Till a boy that was playing with dinosaurs ran too close to our table and knocked me off of my chair. "Watch it!" he yelled at me as he picked up the plastic dinosaurs from the floor.

"I'm sorry," I replied as I handed him a dinosaur. He didn't grab the one I was holding.

"Hmm?" I asked as I waved the plastic dinosaur I was still holding in front of him. He took a step away from me in disgust. "You can keep it. I don't want to catch your cooties."

"What's that?"

"An illness girls can give to boys by touch. It's deadly." That's when I noticed the girls and boys sat separately from each other. So, I knew whatever this boy just told me must be true. 

Which is why I ran to my cubby to look for the thin gloves my mom got me. They were unnecessary in the state of Arizona but my mom still insisted on thin gloves and a sweater just in case. I slipped on my gloves and held the dinosaur once more as I ran to the boy who was so informed about the cooties. 

He was talking with another boy who asked him if he could play with the dinosaurs too. The boy with all of the plastic dinosaurs shook his head. "I don't need you. I'm fine on my own. Now git!"

"Um, hello," I said as I handed the dinosaur to the boy who claimed all of the plastic dinosaurs in our kindergarten class as his. "Here you go." I again, held out the plastic dinosaur with my gloved hands.

The boy looked at my hands cautiously. "You sure that will be enough not to spread the cooties?"

"I think so," I replied. It was good enough for him as he snatched the dinosaur away. 

I was going towards the table with the girls again, when I noticed another girl was in my seat, coloring from the book I was just coloring in. "Aren't you going to go back to your friends?" dinosaur boy asked me. 

"I don't know," I replied. Then, I had an amazing idea. I was going to ask dinosaur boy my question since he seemed more informed about the world than me. "I have a question."

"Shoot." he replied as he sat on the floor and started arranging the plastic dinosaurs in a certain way. Then, he looked up at me from his project. "That means go 'head and ask."

"Do I look black to you?"

He pondered this for a moment before doling out his professional opinion. "No. You look tan. Who said you looked black?"

I pointed at the table where I was sitting. "One of them said she could not talk with me because I'm black." 

"Really....remember who?" he asked me as he arranged his dinosaurs seemingly disinterested in our conversation. 

"That one with frizzy Brown hair," I replied as I gestured a hand to the table again.

"Follow me," he said as he stood up from his dinosaur project. Before he moved completely away he cupped his hands in front of his mouth as he hollered, "I still have dibs on the dinos!!!!!"

I followed him as he made a beeline towards the teacher...until he stopped. He turned to me to say, "Looks like our teacher is still busy. Let's go find the Prince." Our teacher was very busy trying to reassure some clingy-looking parents. He grabbed my hand that still had gloves on them and pulled open the classroom door. Our teacher didn't even notice our departure.

"Is it alright to leave?"

"Sure it is," he replied with a flippant wave of his free hand. "In pre-school I left the room all of the time! Now, where would the Prince's office be?"

"You don't know?" I asked with shock.

As another adult walked down the hall he whispered, "Just let me do the talking." 

I nodded in understanding as I let dinosaur boy handle this situation...whatever it was. He smiled as he asked a lady teacher (who turned out to be a sub) of another class, "Hello! We're looking for the Prince's office."

She raised her eyebrows for a moment until realization dawned on her face. "Oh. You mean the Principal's office? Let me show you, honey."


Without complaint or questions, we were led to the Principal's office. The sub teacher told the Principal he had some visitors and we both entered his office after that.

This principal with blue black skin and a wearer of cartoon neckties would come to know us both throughout our elementary education: for good and bad reasons. "Hello, how can I help you?" he asked us.

"This girl named..." he looked at me questioningly.

"Kat."

"This girl named Kat spoke with a girl who told her she can't speak with black people when Kat is clearly tan. Right?"

"Yes," I replied. 

The Principal raised both of his eyebrows as he looked at me and asked, "Do you remember who told you this?"

"I don't know her name, but..."

"She's the only girl in our class with sticky-outy Brown hair. I can point her out if you need me to!"

"I'm sure that won't be necessary, Mister...?"

"My name's Kit, sir."

"Well, let's go find your classroom." That day the girl with frizzy Brown hair left school earlier than the rest of us. Her parents weren't happy to see her. Even though there was an empty seat at the table I sat at before, I didn't take it. 

Instead, I sat down on the ground next to Kit as he was playing with his dinosaurs, and he even let me name a few of them. He had sun kissed blonde hair just like the girl with blue grey eyes. Except, his eyes were a piercing dark brown that looked into your soul.

He was the only friend I made that day. His turned out to be the only friendship that mattered.

About two friends who meet in a surprising way as well as dealing with societal boundaries in their own way. It's the first part of the story. There's currently 33 parts of 'Kit and Kat'.

There's nothing more annoying than someone constantly talking about the same damn thing during a conversation. Such is the case with my cousin. She constantly talks about idols (and how cute she says she is) and leaves out anything that doesn't interest her. In a way, she kind of reminds me of Marika, but on another scale. Speaking of Marika...
"Wan wan!"
"Don't tell me..."
"Wan!"
She got herself a new hobby again: animals. Ever since the dog incident at the back of the school, she's been wanting to take care of the dog. Apparently, that dog was the janitor's, to keep away small critters and such. Even in a large city, they still resort to orthodox means. And now she's playing with the dog like she owns it. Him? Her? I don't know.
"Isn't she adorable?" she said as she pet the dog.
Well, that answers that question.
"Are you sure you should be playing with it- I mean, her?"
"It's okay! The janitor said she's trained." she responded.
"That's not the point..."
"Speaking of which..." she asked, "Where's Rea?"
She still hasn't figured it out. Might as well explain it to her.
"She's Cynophobic."
Then she looked at me with a strange face and said, "...Is that an animal?"
"No! It means she's afraid of dogs!"
"Oh, really?"
I mean, the dog almost bit her, so any normal person would be scared. But judging from her expression, I could tell she was traumatized.
"I know!" Marika then exclaimed, "Let's have her play with Choco!"
"Who?"
Then both Marika and the dog wore a sad face, "you forgot her name already?"
"You never even told me her name!"
Alas, the morning bell rang. And so we left the dog behind the gym and went straight to the classroom for homeroom. Then first period, then second, and so on and so forth. Time flies when all you have as motivation is meeting your friends after class. We had club practice today, so I went to the club room and participated. We worked on a song that we were gonna perform in a competition, and it was then that every girl talked about how they wanted to join Star Fest when they get to high school. Hearing them made me grit my teeth every time.
Once practices were over, I went straight to the music room, where the piano was, thinking that Rea would be playing again. And she was. She hard me come in, but unlike our last meeting, she didn't flinch. Guess she was used to me barging in on her. Or so I thought. As she played her sweet melody, I accidentally hit one of the desks and surprised her. She stopped playing and turned to me.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"N-no, it's fine." she said.
"Okay. Don't mind me. Just keep playing."
Then she turned back to the keys. But... as she positioned her fingers, she froze. She didn't press any key.
"...You're not gonna play?"
She paused for a second and turned to me again, "I think that's enough for today."
"Really?"
Then she left the chair and grabbed her bag. She bowed her head to me and rushed outside.
"What was that about?"
I figured she was shy, but despite hanging out with her for some time, she still wasn't used to us. And it's quite ironic since she often performs at a crowd. But I guess we all have secrets we don't want other people to know.
Since she already left the room, there was no point in staying there longer. So I left the campus all alone. I thought of stopping by a convenience store to pass the time (and avoid my piano lessons) when my phone rang just as I had exited the school gate. It was playing Beethoven's "Tempest". I should really change my ringtone soon. I answered the phone, expecting my grandfather. To my surprise, it was my cousin.
"What is it?"
"Oh! Did I call? Sorry, Roku must have pressed something."
I could tell that she was lying. But I went with it anyway.
"So what now?"
"Hey! How about you come over?" she asked.
"What's this, all of a sudden?"
"Come on! Don't you wanna see this kyu kyu cutie in the flesh?"
It's hard to believe the two of us were related. She's always so happy-go-lucky despite being poor. But I can't blame her. She's got siblings who look up to her, and I'd hate to break their illusion of her. I mean ever since "that day", she's never stopped talking about idols. Which reminds me...
"Wait, isn't next week your dad's-"
"Oh! Sorry! Gotta go!"
Aaand, she hung up. Seriously, she was the one who called. She could've at least told me what was wrong. Anyway, I continued off to the convenience store when I happened to spot a small girl with pinkish hair holding a coloring book. She just sat outside of the entrance, drawing something from her sketchbook. I ignored her and proceeded on to the convenience store.
The door opened, the jingle played, and the staff welcomed me in. I went straight to the magazine shelves and checked out the recent jump. Most magazines had Star Fest as their cover, so I didn't bother reading those. With so much focus on idols, there were hardly any place for more dynamic music. I always heard the same song on the radio, most of them feel half-hearted to listen to. Even the song playing in the convenience store was from an idol group. I swear, I think the whole city- no, the whole country is obsessed with them.
It was getting dark, so I decided to go home for the day. When I got there, wouldn't you know it, the piano instructor wasn't there. Taking her place was my grandfather. You pretty much know what happened next...

An downtrodden musician surrounded by a gray space meets a scarlet-haired girl playing the piano in the music room. This triggers a sequence of events that would eventually lead to both pursuing the live stage.

coloring book cover

Book Cover Request

BOOK COVER MAKER

My Dear Lady Boss

Legend of the Holy Sentinels - Night Hunters

Four Letters for Death

Unknown Prey

Miss [Extra]ordinary: I was reborn to love you!

Grazing the Sky

The Initial First Day

A Single Key

People search coloring book cover also like: