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?

Sebastian was just lying down in a bed he asked for, it was just a simple bed nothing fancy about it, "Hey book... Are you sure you told me the correct way to level my skills?"

"Yes, I am sure," The book says without paying much attention

"So every time I hit it gains experience," Sebastian says slightly squinting

"Ye..." The book pauses before it finishes

"You Bastard, I knew it" Sebastian jumps out of bed, "You don't have to be in a fight, do you!? I knew it didn't make any sense!"

"Tch, fine, you are right, it has to hit if its an attack but it has to be a living being and for heals, you have to heal wounds..."

"Aha, and buffs?" Sebastian says smiling

"..." The book stays silent

"So do tell me why you decided to lie to me?" Sebastian asks as he puts a lollipop in his mouth that he asked for not too long ago.

"Tch, it's more entertaining if you struggle"

"Can you remove the buff on me?" Sebastian says without changing his expression.

*sigh* "Fine..." Soon Sebastian felt as if he became much weaker then he was, though he was only back to his original strength just with the +1 to all stats however much that is.

Sebastian got out of bed, cast Power Buff on himself and started doing push-ups, the book just floated there silently as the child behind it sighed out and lied down on his bed though this time his sweater and shorts had a black and white checkerboard pattern "Goddammit I knew this was going to happen"

Sally once again came to the door but she also changed the color of her clothes that was red to black. "Did you lie so he doesn't try to level his skills and did you have to change the coloring again?"

"Of course my beloved daughter! Red and white got boring I like this more."

"Fine... Answer my first question"

"Hmm? What question?"

"Do I need to ask mom to come?" Sally looks at him squinting.

"Y-yes I lied, but come on! It's way more fun this way! Also wouldn't he grow more the weaker he is??" the child sits back up to try and justify himself.

"Do I have to remind you of our 3rd attempt? And isn't it already hard enough" Sally smiles as her brows furrow.

"N-no" The "child" looks away feeling guilty.

"Good, this is your only job at least do it well"

"B-but I protect the family in case another god attacks! Doesn't that count!" The "child" yells out in protest.

"Aha, and when was the last time that happened?" Sally glares at his eyes. 

"O-over two thousand years ago..." The child slumps back down.

"Haa, just make sure that you don't screw up," Sally says as she leaves the room.

~Back to Sebastian~

"Sevente~en, E-eighteen!" Sebastian pushes himself back up as he falls back down on the floor exhausted. 'last time I did push up I could only do twelve the buff and the added point to all stats are really helpful, it probably not only raised my strength but also stamina or endurance if you would.'

"Ahh, the buff just ran out, let's see if this works..." Sebastian tried to muffle his voice as he said Cure Wounds.

Suddenly he felt the pain in his arms disappear though he was still out of breath "Hey book I want all the equipment that you would usually see in a gym"

"Might as well it will speed you up, the less I wait for you to leave the better." The book says as it summons all the equipment with texts of what each of them does and how to use them correctly.

"Hehe that good, thank you," Sebastian says with a chuckle "Whatever just keep it short"

Sebastian began training as much as he could using the buff skill, as soon as he couldn't move his muscles hard enough he would cast cure wounds and continue currently he can cast Power Buff three times then he had to wait four minutes to cast it again and he could cast.

He also tried to get a count on how many times he could cast Cure wounds but it was harder since he had to be "injured" to cast it, so this was his results.

Qi: 11 MP: 11

Power Buff cost: 4 Qi, Cure Wounds Cost: 3 Mana

Also whenever he cast Power Buff a small amount of white steam or smoke would leave his body making him look like he was a certain main character in a shounen anime though without the heat, red skin, and way less steam.

After arduous training for god knows how long Sebastian had changed his once skinny body into a quite muscly one he even had the book give him a good diet and he may or may not have thrown up a few times just don't look at a certain corner.

After he puked up the first time the book was nice enough to make a training regime for him that utilized his skills the best it could at each level and worked out every muscle which allowed him to successfully get to this point where he could do over two hundred push-ups in one set.

Of course, he used the buff skill during it but it still was a damn two hundred push-ups compared to his past eighteen, after the book gave him the training manual it wouldn't respond at all and just summoned things he asked for but it was still checking what it was so he couldn't cheat it.

And when he said every muscle he meant everything from the neck and bellow he could probably break a goblins neck with his grip without the double strength buff.

What Sebastian didn't know was that right now the one who oversaw his inheritance was currently playing chess with an old man that had a long gray beard as well as long messy hair he wore a simple brown robe, the old man was clearly sweating and nervous as he was losing the match.

"Hehe old man, just give up you are losing this bet!" The child said all jolly as he stretched his limbs "Remember now you have to let little Riu marry little Tia,"

"Damn you! You and your mind games!" The old man gets up furious. "Fine, the brats can marry!"

"Haha! I knew you would refresh your mind after a game after all the children have even tried to run away together! Hahaha! Can't you let them be together since they love each other so much?" The child laughed as it talked to the old man that turned around to leave.

"Bahh! Whatever!" The old man storms out furiously.

"Hehe, oh my how much time has passed? What is the story... inheritor up to currently" The child's eyes glow slightly as he closes them,

"Ughh, a bit much isn't it? Well, since he didn't read the test no one will mind if I quietly raise the difficulty, hehe," The child says with a sly look as it pulls the scarf over his mouth.

Sebastian was getting out of a bath as he dried up and summoned a new pair of clothing and put them on impressed with his newly built body though he couldn't really tell he felt like he might have even grown a centimeter or two.

His muscles were quite defined as he flexed in front of a mirror he had to say he was quite handsome, though what surprised him was the fact that he had an eight pack, he had quite a nice new body.

And the important part he waited for the maxed out skills.

[Level 5/5 Power Buff- Physical stats +10%, Duration 1 minute {Trash Tier}]

[Level 10/10 Cure Wounds- Heal for 30 hp {Basic Tier}]

"Well, I think its time now," Sebastian went to the doors to read the quests, the book interrupts him "Just so you know going from left to right the strength of the monster will rise,"

"... Didn't you say they are all the same difficulty??" Sebastian's head zipped towards the book.

"I did but what I meant is the amount and level of the enemy, after all not every species is born equal."

Sighing Sebastian goes straight to the furthest door to the right not bothering with the others.

[Hunt and kill 3 Elemental Crawlers level 5-8] [Extreamly Hard] [Reward: +2 to all stats, one random Intermediate skill, one basic defense or buff skill, one basic utility or attack skill] [Area: Crystal Cavern]

Sebastian's eye twitched as he looked at the sign "Oi, didn't you say there were only four difficulties?? Wasn't it Very Hard last time?"

"It's just to show that it's going to be harder than the others"

"Aha, and what is a crawler? Also since the area is a cavern will I be needing a torch or something?" Sebastian asked again.

"It's basically a big lizard and no you won't need light because the crystals that grow inside the cavern make it as bright as day"

"Alright, then I shouldn't waste any more time let's go" Sebastian swings open the door as he walks in quickly kinda excited.

There were a dozen figures kneeled in front of a golden throne. Their faces were all hidden inside hoods that were attached to beautiful robes made of purple silk.

The man who knelt closest to the throne rose his head slightly, as his deep voice echoed throughout the room.

"Father, it is time. Everything is ready."

"Good. Now, send the announcer, and start the system." A voice that could only be described as archaic replied to the man. 

"Let us see who will be the victor; let the entertainment begin!"

In the middle of the room, a condensed ball of magic that started as small as a speck grew large in no time.

After a brief flash of blinding light, an exquisite tome appeared. It floated upward and opened itself to a blank page. As if right on cue, a flying pen came rushing to its side and placed itself above the hovering book. 

It wrote:

'One must be able to laugh at death to become immortal.'

The scritches finally came to a stop. The pen moved towards a corner of a book and scribbled a name down.

Golden lights enveloped both items and disappeared thereafter.

At the time, there was a young man who laid atop a hill. He was sleeping peacefully until blinding light shone on his face and jolted him awake from his slumber

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 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.

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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.

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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.

From his position against the wall, Lance looked around the small room in front of him. The coloring was strange; he didn't expect the walls of a library to be red. Compared to everything else he'd seen in this home, there was something about the color that seemed... Dark.

"Kazuo mentioned it to me one time," Zidane said, and Lance turned to look beside himself. The crossbreed didn't meet his eyes, instead keeping his focus across the room where Lance had been staring a moment ago. "He was telling me about contrasts with colors, which led into contrasts with energies. He said this room was a constant reminder for him. How there can be darkness all around you, and it's your choice on whether or not to let it in."

Lance looked back, not saying anything for a long time. And then his own voice drifted from him.

"That's pretty deep..."

"I've always liked it," Zidane replied quietly, focus dropping down to the book in his lap. "It's something that's stuck with me for a while."

Lance nodded. He glanced at Zidane again, noticing at the wounds on his face. When he had first come into the room, Lance knew they would be there and chose to stare at his surroundings instead. But now he felt compelled to look at what Arzo had done—he felt responsible, even. What caught his focus the most was Zidane's nose. A heavy bruise surrounded most of the bridge, a blue that was blotched with darker shades. He immediately thought of the medical reason for it—like perhaps there wasn't enough oxygen—but the thought of how Zidane was two different species crossed his mind. He decided to not question the wounds, reasoning they healed in ways different than what he was used to.

Hopefully I don't get another chance to ask, he thought, quickly scanning the healing cuts and bruises above Zidane's eyebrow, the side of his cheek. Hopefully this is the last time.

"So you stayed here?" he asked aloud, turning back to the front of the library.

Zidane nodded, turning a page. "Yeah, for a few months. I picked up on English fairly quickly, or at least understood enough to sound like I wasn't foreign."

The question of what happened after came to Lance, but the thought of Arzo overshadowed it. Perhaps this was a loud enough thought, or the timing was just coincidence, but Zidane answered him without missing a beat.

"And really when I say I 'stayed here', it's a pretty loose term. I still had to thieve, so I left pretty frequently. In the beginning, Kazuo didn't understand why I needed to leave because of the language barrier between us, but he saw the frustration in my face so he let me out whenever Arzo showed up."

"He came by?"

"Once or twice; showed up at the window over there to let me know I was needed. Then, when he knew I was leaving, he left. And that was the extent of our interaction."

"So you couldn't get out of it," Lance said.

Zidane gave a smile, one that seemed sarcastic. "That's one debt I can't repay." Sensing Lance's confusion before it reached his face, the crossbreed looked at him and shrugged. "Life debt kind of thing. Whether you want to put in the other facts of our relationship or not, Arzo saved my life. And once you're commissioned in, you can't get out. They'll still find some use for you."

Lance paused, thinking. "So why'd they still keep you, if what you did was such a big betrayal?"

"The same reason they took me in the first place," Zidane replied. "I was Spiro, they couldn't leave behind a member of their own kind. And they figured once my Razalek side kicked in—if it ever did—that power would be a massive asset to their cause."

Something inside Lance shrunk away from asking what exactly that 'cause' was. Humans, his intuition told him. Something to do with humans.

"What happened a few months later?" he asked

Kazuo came up to Zidane, a steaming mug in one hand. He bent down, holding the mug out. Zidane took it after a hesitation, and as he brought the mug down with both hands, the eyes that had grown darker lifted to meet Kazuo's. The emotion behind them wasn't hatred; it was caution. Fear.

Distrust, Lance realized. It's hard for him to trust, after what happened.

Kazuo smiled with mostly his eyes and then stood up. He looked down at Zidane's book, glancing around at the two piles flanking his sides, the one on the left much shorter than the right. Lance scanned the titles he could read from his position. Advanced French. Intermediate German. Mathematical Theory. Advanced Physics.

A scoff shot through Lance's teeth. Barely fluent in English, my ass.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Zidane's mouth curve upwards in a grin. Their attention went back to Kazuo as he looked away from the books, meeting Zidane's eyes with concern.

"Is there anything I could get for you?"

Zidane looked down, focus turning back to his book as if he hadn't heard the question. Kazuo nodded and turned away, hobbling to the table across the room, where sheets of paper were organized along with a calculator. He sat down, unfolding a pair of glasses and putting them on. Squinting, Kazuo resumed what he was doing before; taking turns writing with one hand and imputing numbers on a calculator with the other.

Lance turned, about to ask about Kazuo and what exactly this place was when Zidane spoke.

"Sorry; I didn't mean to avoid your question before," he said. "I spent almost four months learning, trying to get fluent in English"—they briefly exchanged grins at this— "and then..." Zidane put his head back, looking at the ceiling as if trying to search for the right words. Fingers tapped along the mug they were wrapped around, a pattern that had no rhythm.

A smile came to Zidane as he looked down to the mug, hands stopping. "I met the person that made all of this worthwhile."

Lance looked to him, unable to ask how any of this could've actually been worth anything good. He watched as Zidane's eyes grew even brighter, that smile never leaving his face. "You remember that photo I showed you?" he asked. "The one with the girl?"

Lance remembered. The strange bolt of warmth lightly shocked his chest at the realization, at the memory of seeing the girl with wind-blown hair and a smile on her face.

"You were in that picture, too," he said, pushing away the emotions and trying to piece together where this conversation was going.

Zidane grinned even more. "We're getting too far ahead," he said, sitting a little bit taller, the color of his eyes fading to a light sky blue. "Her name's Zooka." His voice was soft, the introduction moving through the air like velvet.

Lance raised an eyebrow, chin falling into a hand. "Interesting name."

"Now you comment," Zidane mumbled, taking a sip from the mug.

Lance turned with a grin, meeting Zidane's smiling eyes. He laughed slightly and looked away, shaking his head as he brought his attention back. "Well, I mean if she was Spiro or whatever then I wouldn't be surprised," Lance said, "but being human would be a little weird."

"Guess it's time for you to be weirded out, then," Zidane said kindly, raising both eyebrows as he lowered his mug back down.

"What... How..." A grin curved Lance's mouth as he asked, "Who would name their kid that?"

Zidane shook his head. "It's a long story, but I don't think it'll take me too long to tell it." He put his mug on one of the books, wiped his hands on his pants once, and spun to face Lance. He motioned with a hand, circling it towards the floor. "I know I haven't shown much of this place yet, but it's an orphanage. Kazuo started it decades ago, and the people you saw before in the kitchen help out. About a month before I was taken in by Kazuo, Zooka came here. A big storm had hit, so when she showed up at the front door, she was completely soaked from the rain. Kazuo brought her in, warmed her up like he did with me." The mug was now in his hand, and he raised it in a light toast before continuing on. "But the strange thing was that she didn't speak. She didn't know where her parents were or who they were, couldn't tell anyone where she lived. The only source of identification was a bracelet on her wrist."

Zidane extended a close fist, dropping a delicate chain into Lance's hand. The pendant—one shaped like the keys of a piano—was heavily rusted. He could tell that at one point, there was writing engraved into the metal rectangle, but the majority of the letters had been submerged by rust. Through bits and pieces of what hadn't been destroyed, he could make out letters, some more complete than others. Z O O K A. Below them, a date. April 5. Besides that, the faintest impression of a one and two nines could be felt. Part of a birth year, probably.

Or part of an address, Lance thought. Zip code.

"Kazuo contacted Missing Children facilities, describing her and the pendant she was wearing. When nobody tried to claim her as theirs, he started calling her Zooka and eventually she started responding to it."

"DNA test wasn't an option?" Lance asked, handing him back the bracelet.

"It's something she's never wanted to do," Zidane replied with a shake of his head. A tiny smile crossed his lips as he added, "Maybe after seeing everything that's gone on with my birth family, she's worried about finding out." A moment later, after keeping his head down and flicking something invisible off the pad of his thumb, he continued. "Maybe that's the thing about family, though. Maybe it's something you choose."

Lance stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. The silence grew heavier, though, and the thoughts about Zooka he'd pushed away tried to resurface again.

"So you met her?" Lance said.

Zidane seemed to snap out of his own thoughts, head rising up again while nodding. "Yeah, sorry. I met her a few days after her eighth birthday. Before then, she hadn't talked at all. Hadn't said a word. Until I showed up." A grin spread across his face as he said these last words, eyes brightening as he stared down at something invisible. With a little bit of surprise, Lance realized that they were beginning a whole other phase of his life. Something newer, happier. He couldn't help but feel relieved.

Zidane shrugged to himself, looking at something Lance couldn't see; looking at the window. "I know my life hasn't been all daises and roses... but if it meant Zoo would still be a part of it... I'd do everything all over again. For as long as I had to."

An odd feeling accompanied Lance as he heard those words. It was a concept he couldn't grasp, couldn't draw experience from. There had been people, interests in his life before, sure, but—

He shoved the memories, the faces away, denying to remember any of it. He buried the pain again and brought his attention back. Zidane flipped another page of the book in his lap. For some reason, the sound was comforting. It was something real. Something concrete.

Lance spoke without thinking, the words falling out quietly.

"I'm glad you have that in your life."

A stillness hung between them; tensionless silence.

"I'm glad, too."

____________________

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

Evie closed the lid of the Monopoly game placing it back into her closet. "I destroyed you in this game." She turned around to Hero as he smiled up at her.
"I let you win." he winked. The soft sounds of James Bay fill the air. He was their go-to artist when they're together. Incomplete was their song. Evie thought fate brought Hero to her the first time they met. She was having a horrible day and Hero so happened to be walking past her on the front lawn bobbing his head and singing along to James Bay's Incomplete, not watching where he was going, he bumped right into her. From there the love story of Evie and Hero blossomed.
"Lies," she narrowed her eyes at him. "I beat you--I'm just that good at real estate." She boasted, plopping down on her bed. Evie wiggled her toes in her pink cloud socks. Those were her lucky socks. Nothing could stop her when she wore them.
"How has your painting with Mr. Morton been going?" Hero questioned and the uneasy look on Evie's face didn't go unnoticed. "Are you getting good at coloring in between the lines?" he joked.
Talking about Mr. Morton with Hero felt strange for Evie. She hadn't slept with Mr. M, but between their innocent touches and flirtatious banter, sleeping together was right around the corner. And right around the corner, it was. They already made plans for Wednesday night. Mr. M wanted to take Evie off campus to his friend's art gallery in the city. He booked a suite at a luxury hotel near the gallery.
"Ha ha ha, Very funny." she playfully slapped his chest. "Everything is going swell. Mr. Morton says I'm a lost cause when it comes to coloring though, I think I'm doing great. How's basketball going?"
"Football you mean." he sighed. Hero didn't want to come off annoyed that she still didn't know what sport he played around this time of year, but by the look on Evie's face, he knew he did. "Everything is fine. Practice is kicking our asses. I think coa--"
Before he could finish his sentence, Evie's room door swung open.
"Daniel is beyond anno--" Brooke stood in the doorway, her hair was down, water dripping from the ends. "Oops, didn't know you had company." she walked into the room, taking a seat at the computer desk. "Do you mind?"
Hero's eyes widen and Evie sighed.
"You want me to leave?" Hero looked between Brooke and Evie. "She can't be serious."
"Hero," Evie sighed again. Brooke gave him a look of triumphant. "I'll be right back... Brooke, come on you have three minutes."
"What?!" Brooke was shocked, Evie never turned her away before. Brooke glared at Hero before storming out the room behind Evie. "What are you two up to?" she asked closing the room door behind her.
"Monopoly."
"Monopoly? Really?" Brooke wasn't buying it.
"Yes." Evie rolled her eyes. "So what's up?"
"Look at my hair," she shrieked. "Daniel did this. He saw me coming out of the Swanic building and walked off.
"Umm, okay?" Evie's eyebrows drew together.
"It was raining, and he had an umbrella and walked right off. I know he saw me too." The nerve of him. Brooke thought.
"You barged into my room for this?" Evie asked slightly annoyed. "Seriously?" Evie glanced at Brooke and then her room door. At times like this, Evie wished Brooke and Daniel were still an item. Evie knew that moment she walked out of the room, Hero was over it. "I can't believe this is--"
"Hey, I have to get going." Hero opened the door, stepping out. "Something more important came up too." Evie caught the underline meaning and winced. "I'll message you later."
"Are you sure?" Evie batted her eyelashes, hoping he would change his mind. But he just kissed her on the forehead and walked off. "Hero? Hero wait!"
Brooke wrapped her cold hand around Evie's wrist, stopping her from going after him. Evie yanked her arm away from her.
"What the hell Brooke?!"
"Just let him go. Don't look so desperate." she scoffed. Brooke mentally face palmed herself because she knew she came off a bit rude, judgmental if that. Evie's eyes widened before her face turned into disgust.
"Desperate is what you are when it comes to Daniel. How about you two stop playing that sick romance game and just be with one another. Because I won't let you ruin my relationship, because you're some twisted Fuck." Evie snapped.
A few girls in the hallway stopped to see what was happening and like most cat fights in Stevenson Academy, they were recorded.
"Ruin your relationship? I think you are doing just fine ruining it yourself." Brooke stepped closer. "Don't think that for once I don't know what goes on with all of you girls. Just because I don't act on impulse anymore doesn't mean I'm weak. Maybe it's about time I shake things up a bit. I can sense you are forgetting your place." Brooke turned around tossing her wet hair over her shoulder, some water splashed on Evie's face. "Mark my words Evie, you are going to regret this," Brooke said over her shoulder.
****
Hero walked downstairs to the second floor hoping to catch Alexa in her room. He was pissed that Evie once again chose her friend over him. And it was always Brooke. For once, he wanted Evie to tell her not now or come back later, but no she excused herself to go talk to her. Hero approached Alexa's room door knocking twice. He could hear shuffling and the room door opened. Alexa was only wearing a long pink t-shirt dress, her vibrant red hair was in beach curls.
"You wear glasses?" Hero asked.
Alexa nodded. "What are you doing here? We don't have any tutoring sessions for today. Oh, wait are you looking for Evie? Because she isn't here. I think she was in her room about an hour ago, she probably fell asleep, want me to call her?" Alexa rambled. Seeing Hero made her heart race for some strange reason. She never saw Hero like that before, and she wasn't going to start now. She would never want to do someone the way Brooke did her back in freshmen year. Also, she believed in girl code...to a certain extent. Hero leaned against the door frame.
"I actually just came to see you. Are you busy?" he looked over her head into the room.
"Umm, no. My roommate isn't here right now. Come in." she opened the door wider. Hero walked in and the smell or French fries filled his nostrils. He spotted the Wendy's bag on her bed next to her laptop, which was paused on the movie Bring It On. She closed the door behind her and locked it. The last thing she wanted was for Brooke to come barging in again. She did it ten minutes ago to let her know Daniel was the ultimate douche and when Alexa didn't tell her what she wanted to hear she left fuming, telling Alexa should be more considerate of her feelings. "So what brings you by?" she leaned across her vanity as Hero sat at the edge of her bed.
"Do you mind?" He asked, gesturing at her French fries. Alexa shook her head no, and he popped a fry in his mouth. "I just wanted some company."
Alexa eyed him suspiciously. "So you decided to come here...to my room? I thought you would go see Evie if anything. What's really going on?" Daniel sighed, grabbing a hand full of fries. Alexa moved quickly to her bed, taking a seat next to her food. It was one thing to have some, but another to help yourself. Alexa sat crossed legged on the bed. "Is everything okay?"
"To be honest no. Brooke stopped by Evie's room while I was there and Evie basically chose Brooke over me. I get she is the best friend and there's that saying chicks before dicks, but it's every time. And I feel like Evie is starting to distance herself from me. We've only been in school for what two months now and I feel like we won't even make it to Christmas."
Alexa didn't know what to say. They all knew Brooke was a demanding person at times, but not to the point where relationships were starting to crumble. She reached for a fry handing it to him. "I don't know what to say and for that matter, I can't give you advice that can hurt my best friends or possibly not. So you came here for some company and that's what I'll do. I'm watching Bring it On. One of my fave movies, if you can stomach a chick-flick then you're more than welcome to stay."
He nodded his head kicking off his sneakers, making himself comfortable on the bed. Alexa felt bad for him. Hero was always the nicer boyfriend out of all her friends. She resumed the movie and there was a knock on her door before the door knob rattled. Alexa paused the movie once again and froze at the sound of Brooke's voice.
"You need to hide," she whispered at Hero. "Go in my roommate's closet. Brooke will never look in there because she hates Rachel's wardrobe. Like hates, it." Alexa kicked his shoes underneath her bed as Hero rush into the closet. "Stop banging on the door Brookie, I'm on my way."
Alexa opened the door to a red in the face, Brooke. "Evie is dead meat." Brooke seethed,
"What are you going on about?"
Brooke walked in taking a seat on Alexa's bed. "She had the nerve to call me desperate and say I'm going to be the downfall of her relationship with Hero. She will be her own downfall. We all know that she--"
"Brooke, she was probably upset. Let's not say anything you will regret and you know Evie might be feeling bad now that she said it to you." Alexa looked over at the closet door and then back to Brooke.
"She should be the one regretting what she said not me. I'm not the one cheatin--"
"Brooke! What is that?" Alexa pointed at one of Brooke's nails. "Are you walking around with chip nail polish? That's so not like you."
"I know I have to book an appointment for this weekend. Do you want to come with me?"
"Sure."
"Anyway, back to Evie and her cheating ass. I can't believe she would blame me if her relationship ends. If Hero knew she wasn't a virgin he would break up with her in a heartbeat. And we all know she isn't slick with Mr. Morton."
"Brooke, why?" Alexa sighed dropping her head in defeat. Once Brooke was on a roll there was no stopping her and if Alexa kept cutting her off she Brooke would have grown suspicious and that's the last thing she wanted, was to get caught with Hero in her room. "I thin--"
"Are you siding with her?" Brooke huffed.
"Of course. I'm not choosing anyone's side. I just think that as semi-adults we need to behave a little better. I don't want to seem like I'm kicking you out, but Josh is coming over soon." Alexa needed Brooke gone.
Brooke stood up and rolled her eyes. "And as a semi-adult, you need to drop Josh, you're leading him on for whatever reason and everyone can see it. Just let him go, you can't turn a hoe into a house husband."
"That's not what I'm doing. I'm breaking up with him after the Halloween party. I think it's safe to say I don't need him now." Alexa mumbled the last part. "I'll see you tomorrow. We are all still down to shop for our costumes right?"
"Of course. Just keep Evie cheating ass away from me." Brooke waved her hand dismissively and walked out of the room. Alexa quickly locked the door behind her and the closet door opened and Hero had a blank facial expression. Alexa twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. She knew he had heard it all, and he was a smart guy to put two and two together.
"I'm sorry you had to hear that."
"Did you know? Did you know she was cheating on me?"
Alexa shook her head no. Technically she didn't know, because Evie has never just come out and said she was to her, but she knew Evie wasn't a virgin like she claimed to be. Hero closed the gap between him and Alexa. "Are you lying to me?"
"No." Alexa looked in right in the eyes. "I'm not lying."
Hero looked down at her lips and back to her eyes. Are we about to kiss? Alexa asked herself. Hero bent down and Alexa held her breath. "I should get going," he whispered in her ear.
"R-right. I'll see you tomorrow." Alexa cleared her throat. She stood silently watching Hero gather his belongs and leave. What the hell was that? She wondered.

"Pretty Little Liars" meets "Gossip Girl"


Stevenson Academy, an elite boarding school in Washington, houses teenagers of some of the most influential celebrities to politicians in America. These extravagant rich kids, don't let the academy rules stop them from living their best life.

Determined to make this year better than the last, a group of besties now turned frenemies.  Navigate their last year reinventing themselves, exploring their sexuality or lack there of while keeping the biggest secret of Stevenson Academy under wraps.

How far will these "besties" go to keep their secret hidden?

The next day, Aiko wake up late maybe because last night Enma tells her new story about cinderella. She tells her father to keep continue with that story until 11pm finally she is fall a sleep.
10am Shoto coming bringing almost all his stuff because he will be living here until the school start.
Hearing the commotion, Aiko wakes up and walk to the first floor to find out what happen. There she saw her fther helping shoto moving in his stuff.
"Daddy,Daddy is Shoto-nii living with us now?" Aiko asks
"Yeah, shoto-nii will live with us now so Aiko-chan can play with Shoto-nii everyday now" Smiling enma answer his daughter
"Ok, Aiko-chan go brush your teeth and wipe your first before we go to breakfast"
Aiko run to the bathroom while enma help shoto to move his last box.
"After you done tidying up your room, you can join us at dining room".
Enma always wake up at 6 in the morning to do some excersize and cook for Aiko. the soup is already cold now so enma put it on the oven to warm it.
waiting the soup. Enma give aiko a coloring book and crayon. He helps her do some coloring.
10 minutes later the soup warm already and he began to preparing breakfast for Aiko and shoto.
"Aiko-chan can you help daddy to call shoto-nii. Tell him that the breakfast is ready"
"ok daddy, aiko will help daddy" Aiko likes to help her father, hearing that her father need some help, she throw her crayons and run to call shoto.
"Shoto-nii daddy ask you to eat" she yells at shoto
Looking at his room that still little bit messy, he left it be. because he feels its not right to let homeowner wait.




Arround 2pm shoto done tidying up his room and go get some rest, before he get proper rest Enma come to his room and said "You can rest today and began your training tomorrow, but if you wanna do it today you can join me later"
after saying that Enma go to the dojo. He sat cross legged shut his eyes and meditate. But his meditation will not go for a long time. without him knowing it Aiko already following enma since he is at the house and now she is peeking behind the door ready to surprise her father.
'What is aiko doing?' Shoto saw aiko hide behind the door.he dicided not to ask her he just watch what will aiko do.
Aiko walk slowly try not to disturb Enma, near enma suddenly she jump hugging her father and yell "Daddy! what are you doing without aiko?"
But enma alredy hear the steps of little princess and act like he dosnt know. "ahh, Aiko-chan why are you here? you surprised daddy".
"daddy what are you doing?"."daddy is meditating"."what is that?".
"before that, daddy must punish aiko-chan for surprising daddy". he began to tickling his daughter body until she roll on the ground laughing.
Shoto see all of father daughter duo doing. he just sat near both of them and waiting both of them stops.
"Alright Aiko-chan, shoto-nii is here. aiko-chan wanna play alone or watching daddy and shoto-nii training?"
"Aiko wanna train too, so aiko can be strong like daddy"
seeing his daughter reaction enma smiling and shaking his head "okay then, aiko-chan can follow daddy"
"shoto, you already know horse stance right? after some warmup do horsestance for 10minutes first, if you can do 10minutes we will add 5minutes tomorrow".
Enma lead shoto dosome warm up and aiko try to follow both of them.
when doing basic kick enma look at his daughter funny posture and smile.
*plop
Aiko fall on her butts when doing a kick."Daddy, its hard aiko dont wanna do it anymore" fuming she said and sat on sofa on the side.
'well, she is just a child. if i force her to do what she doesnt like maybe she will stop doing it, its better to let her slowly follow our pace'. He thinks.
Done with the warm up, Enma tell shoto to do horse stance. There is no smile on Enma face, he fully enter the instructor mode.
With a rattan stick on his hand, he hit and teach shoto to do the right move.
*plak "your legs not wide enough"
*plak "make your body lower"
*plak "straight up you upper body"
He hept slapping shoto if he wrong, even though it seems cruel but actually it is not hurt.
Enma didnt use force when he is hitting. she just hit the body parts where shoto doing it wrong. So he can understand where he did wrong.
"daddy daddy what are you doing, why are you shoto-nii?" seeing her big brother got hit, she cry and ask her father
"its ok Aiko-chan daddy not hitting shoto-nii hard daddy just touching where shoto-nii wrong, here try it"
Aiko gritted her teeth and closing her eyes.
*plup
"see, its not hurt right?". "ehh, its not hurt"
"You know aiko-chan there is always punishment when someone doing wrong things right, so daddy just punish shoto-nii because he is doing wrong move"
Hearing her father words she began to scold shoto.
"Right right, Shoto-nii why are you so stupid doing many wrong move"
Rolling his eyes shoto murmured 'How can you be so unfair uncle, you hit me so hard and not with your daughter. and now she began to scold me'
Seeing shoto face enma just laugh.

An Assassin got killed when doing his mission.
but it doesnt mean that his story ends after he died.


No Over Power Character. No Harem. Just Daily life of a Dad.





p/s. my grammar is bad, but i hope you can still enjoy the story

The sun was high in the sky, and far below, Val was brimming with energy. His wounds had almost completely healed in the span of a single night. Charred skin had sloughed off, and seared flesh had mended without even leaving scars. The mysterious mark on his chest remained in a sort of resting state. In the hour he had been awake, it caused him no pain. Val felt a power growing across his body as if his heart was pumping new strength to every limb. The mark remained a deep black, having an opacity more like a sticker rather than a tattoo.
Val noticed his senses were sharper. If he focused, he could hear the rustling of leaves beyond the trees bordering the stream. Val felt a definite improvement in his muscles, he felt heavier, but it was a good feeling of weight. Suddenly he had a thought as he regarded the shackles binding his arms.
He gripped and began to wind the chains around his arms, pulling himself higher up the boulder. Taking a deep breath, he focused his mind on his core, lifting his legs entirely out of the water and above his head. Feeling for the spike anchored into the top of the boulder with his feet, he hooked a leg around it and pulled himself up, so he was now standing atop the rock.
The spike was firmly anchored into the stone, pinning the chain with it. Val grinned, pleased with the strength he had gained. The chain and its anchor looked to be of the same material, whether the chain or the spike would break first, he did not care. Pulling with all of his might, in a few moments, the link anchored by the spike snapped open, and Val leaped down from the boulder.
Effectively free from his prison, Val stretched his limbs and bathed in the stream, the weight of the chains dangling from his wrists did not bother him. The cold water no longer felt chilly, and his skin remained warm to the touch. Val frowned as he inspected his hands. He had no scars or traces of the wounds he experienced when he was dreaming, but his palms and fingers now bore the rough calluses of someone who wielded swords. It had been half a decade already since he had last seen such calluses on his hands after he quit practicing for fencing competitions, but these were to a much more significant degree than even that.
So, not all of it was a dream? Strange place, Karl better have a key for these shackles. Val began to dress, but the shirt bothered him and clung too tightly to his shoulders. It had been a tight fit to start with but now felt uncomfortable to wear. Thinking to borrow one from Karl, he left the stream to return to camp.
Val stepped out of the woods and into the clearing. He was greeted by the sight of Karl and the ravens. They all stood up with some alarm and suspicion in their eyes.
Raising an eyebrow, an amused expression appeared on his face. "Seeing ghosts?" Val asked with a smirk.
"…Do you remember who we are?" Huginn asked with some uncertainty.
Val lifted his arm and pointed to each of them in turn. "Asshole bird, dirty old man, peeping Jane." He said.
Worry and suspicion faded from their expressions.
"Hmph, ingrate." Huginn said. Though he seemed relieved in his tone regardless.
"How do you feel?" Muninn asked.
"Honestly, a lot stronger, and a bit too warm." Lifting the chains dangling from his wrists, he looked at Karl. "Can you do something about these?"
A grin spread across Karl's face as he laughed, taking a key he walked over, removed the shackles, and clapped his hands on Val's shoulders.
"I knew you could survive the trial. Thank you." Karl's words seemed full of confidence, but his expression held relief and guilt.
Val thought back to the shadow he fought with. "What was that anyway? I dueled with someone who looked eerily similar to myself, he was much stronger than me, but after risking my life to win once, he let me go."
"He's a curious fellow, mighty, but very particular. He is Valor itself, but a fragment of what he once was. A master of duels— Not once has anyone been able to best him in single combat in his prime. Though, with the conditions you fought under, that is beside the point. You also have it backward, you look like him, after all, you are of his blood." Karl explained.
"He's my ancestor then? The bastard tortured me for what felt like an eternity." Val frowned, wondering what kind of twisted minds his ancestors had.
"He trained you, in the only way he knows how, and gave you his blessing the end, did he not?" Karl was staring at the mark on Val's chest, seeming to be satisfied with the result.
"How long was I out?" Concern began to color Val's face.
"It has been nine days, any longer and we feared there would be nothing left of your mind or body." Muninn answered.
Concerned, Val looked to the East and asked. "What's the situation now?"
"Relax, the humans are fine, the goblins are up to the same business, as usual, looting nearby towns, but not spreading very far." Huginn answered in an offhanded tone.
"I see, that's good." Concern faded from Val's face.
Smiling wryly, he looked to Karl and held up his shirt. "Do you uh, have any spare clothes? Mine seems to be a bit tight now."
Karl erupted with laughter and fetched a black shirt that fit Val much better.
"You must be hungry, it's about time for lunch, I'll heat up some of last night's leftovers." Karl set about lighting a fire and began to cook.
Val took a seat by the fire. "So, can I handle magic now? I certainly seem much stronger."
Karl leveled an eye as he looked Val up and down. "If you were able to break that chain, you have the strength of several grown men. Your body is suffused with mana, the brand feeds magic to your heart, and it pumps power into every part of your body. You should be able to handle the runes with no problem, the brand will even help you."
"What is this brand, anyway?" Val had studied it earlier, but aside from a variety of different runes arranged in two rings, he could not tell much from it, particularly why the one in the middle was larger.
"That is the mark of Tyr at the center. The two rings around it comprise a complete set of the runes. You must still learn to use them, but through the brand, I have carved their knowledge into your very flesh. Once you associate the intent and knowledge with the feeling, they will come easily to you." Karl explained as he handed Val a small leather-bound book, it was maybe half an inch thick, and looking through the pages, each depicted a rune and a couple pages about their affiliations, meanings, even historical references of their use.
"So, I need to study these, and I should be able to use them just fine?" Val asked.
"For the most part, yes. The knowledge within will teach you the individual meanings, forming more complex words of power from them will be up to you, in a bit, I will teach you how to invoke a rune."
"What other kinds of magic are there?"
"Many. Every civilization, race, and culture had their own paths of study, you will find there are advantages and disadvantages to each. They are all tools meant for a purpose, they reflect the culture and desires of their creators. In the case of runes, they were a gift to men and dwarves by the gods, they do not require incantations, and their power is easy to use. The power unleashed by a rune will be proportional to the amount of magic that is infused into it. As you have personally attested to, they can even be used to forge enchantments." Karl demonstrated by holding out a palm. A faintly glowing pale blue rune identical to the letter 'I' was carved into the space above it, and small frozen droplets began to fall into his palm. Dismissing the power, Karl repeated the action, but this time the rune shined brightly, like a neon blue light. In a couple seconds, a large solid mass of ice grew to the size of a baseball.
"I shouldn't even be surprised anymore, but there are dwarves? They wield the same magic?" Val asked, eyebrows raised.
"They exist, and while they do wield runes, they are not as capable of wielding them directly, preferring to use them as enchantments in their craft and construction." Karl explained as he served Val a large bowl of stew.
Val's hunger returned in force upon smelling the savory aroma. Forgetting his questions, for the time being, he cleaned out three bowls with gusto before finally feeling content. He lounged pleasantly in the camping chair, casually skimming the contents of the small book, most of it was translated into English. Still, some passages were written entirely in the runic language. Asking Karl about this, it was explained that much of their contents were already translated, but Karl had transcribed original passages for Val to read when he grew more fluent with their meaning. Not all of the nuance would survive translation, as he grew more familiar with these runes, he would understand and appreciate the deeper meanings in the original text.
In the late afternoon, Karl beckoned for Val to follow him a few paces from the camp. In a clear area, he stood opposite Val to begin a lesson on invoking runes. Muninn sat to the side attentively while Huginn seemed bored, almost dozing off.
"Invoking runes are rather straightforward, you carve the rune with magic and pour your mana into it. The greater the intensity of magic used to carve will decide the capacity of mana you can expend on the rune, and consequently the intensity of its effects." As he explained, a sharp point of blue light appeared above his palm, and a crackling noise followed by what sounded like hundreds of popping sounds, assaulted Val's ears as the very air split to make way. The point moved upwards as it viciously carved a jagged 'S' shape like a lightning bolt, shining with a light that brightened the area despite the sun still being out.
"Sounds easier said than done." Val smirked.
"True, but the fundamental skill is to be able to use magic to construct the rune by carving its shape." Karl dismissed the rune and picked up a coarsely cut wood slab.
"Practice carving your magic into runes upon this slab, carving air will take a bit of practice. The harder and smoother the surface is, the easier it will be, the grain of the wood should provide a small challenge. Any of the basic runes will do." Karl smiled, handing the slab to Val.
"How about 'Feoh'? The young boy dreams himself a wizard, casting flames from his fingertips." Muninn suggested, seeming to suppress a giggle.
Val glared at her, mild embarrassment coloring his face as he realized she had watched him attempt to light a cigarette with magic.
"Peeping Jane…" He grumbled, taking the slab.
"Focus your will into a point, like the tip of a pen, magic in the air shall respond and subject itself to your will." Karl instructed.
Val focused his mind, staring intently at the slab, he held his hand over it, imagining 'Feoh,' which had a shape reminiscent of an upside-down 'F.' A small point on the slab began to smolder but stopped a moment later.
"You are focusing too much on the entire rune, construct it in parts, trace it with your finger if it helps."
A thought struck Val. Like most people, writing letters was second nature. He did not think about the parts of the character. Or even where he started when the pen was put to paper. He simply thought of the letter and wrote it without thinking. Focusing on his more recent memories learning complex Asian characters, Val thought of the rune in parts.
He narrowed his focus and tried again. To his surprise, it was not a blue light that appeared, but a bright red-orange light like fire. Maintaining the feeling, he willed the point upwards, carving the first line. He repeated the action twice more, constructing a crude, but passable carving of a rune.
Delight at his success brightened Val's eyes, as Karl instructed. "Good, you have a rune, now to invoke its power."


Thousands of years ago, magic flourished in a world where mythical creatures, the Elder races, and humanity lived together. Sometimes at peace, sometimes in conflict, in time Man would anger the gods, bringing about a war that would bring them to the edge of extinction. 

In a desperate effort to save humanity, a small coalition of gods brokered a deal. They would remove magic and all creatures imbued with it, splitting the entire realm into two. In one, magic and creatures of myth and legend would continue to exist. In the other, humanity, removed of magic would rebuild. We would later record this cataclysmic event through extinction myths like the great flood...
 
In the present day, humanity flourishes without magic, until disasters unlike any ever seen before, wreak destruction across every country and people. Magic floods back into the world, bringing with it creatures and phenomena known only to myth.

In a world shattered by the conspiracies of gods, Valtyr, a young man stranded in the events of the apocalypse, must find a new path in life. Encounters with creatures he thought existed only in folktales, wars and bitter rivalries older than he is, he must navigate this changed world, gain strength, and find allies, in order to find answers and help humanity on their new path.

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Avg. Ch. Length - 2000-2200 words, estimated reading time 9-11 minutes per chapter (according to a text analyzer).

"Thank you, mommy! I love you to pieces!"
Feeling indignant, Youyou snapped, "Why aren't you thanking me, dummy? I'm the one who baked this cake, after all!"
His brother smiled sheepishly at him. "Thanks, bro!"
Only then was the other content.
Yun Shishi cast her older son a loving gaze. "Yichen, have a bite of it to try your little brother's baking."
"Alright!"
He eagerly bit on the figurine.
Having its head bitten off, the cross-section of the poor sugar figurine got revealed.
Inside it was a rainbow-colored saccharin paste!
"Wahhh!"
As the saccharin paste filled the cavity of his bulging mouth and the thick aroma lingered between his teeth, the boy found himself in such a blissful state that he could practically shed tears.
"It's delicious! This is the best cake I've ever had!" he exclaimed in delight, dancing in joy thereafter.
His mother was surprised by what she saw, too.
She did not expect her figurine to be filled with a rainbow-colored saccharin paste!
This was something noteworthy. In fact, only one flavor was produced in the making of the sugar paste, and in order to make the rainbow flavor, the hardworking boy put so much effort into making seven different flavors of sugar paste; purple for grape, red for strawberry, green for apple, orange for orange, yellow for lemon, brown for coffee, and finally, blue for blueberry.
These seven colors implied that his mother was the world's most wonderful woman to him!
With seven different flavors used, he had to separate each with a sugar coating to prevent them from mixing when the paste melted.
The entire process of making just this figurine alone, from shaping to coloring, to achieve the finished product exhausted a whole hour. He had truly put lots of effort into making it.
His mother was almost moved to tears!
Baking was a time- and energy-consuming activity, and she knew that very well; in the past, during her school's hands-on activity, she had tried her hands at baking, but unfortunately, due to her clumsiness, all her biscuits turned out burned.
From just looking at this beautiful cake, she could imagine her boy standing on a stool in the kitchen with his head bowed as he carefully kneaded and shaped the fondant in his hands while imagining her looks.
A surge of warmth flowed into her heart at that moment.
It was such an eventful day filled with surprises!
This probably was the first time she was celebrating her birthday so blissfully!
She was wholly satisfied!
Her older son delivered the figurine to her mouth and considerately said, "Mommy, this figurine bro made tastes heavenly! You should try it, too!"
Her youngest son was equally looking forward to her reaction. "Yes, mommy; try it and tell me what you think about it!"
"Alright!"
She nodded and then took a bite of the sugar figurine under their watchful eyes.
The saccharin taste of the rainbow-colored sugar paste instantly spread between her lips and teeth. Not only was the paste not sickeningly sweet and sticky, it also had the right amount of sweetness and softness, which left people craving for more!
She had never eaten such a delicious cake before, so she was truly surprised by its taste.
"This is really good."
She asked curiously, "How did you come up with such an idea, my younger son?"
"I bought a book on baking and self-taught myself through it."
Pausing, he then smugly added, "As for mommy's figurine, I didn't learn it from the book! I came up with the idea of making a rainbow fondant by myself!"
"That's so clever of you!"
She could not resist taking another bite; her taste buds trembled in bliss as the seven-flavored saccharin paste melted in her mouth.


She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan.

As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing.
 
On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. 


Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" 

However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” 

The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his...

Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

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