After a wonderful summer vacation, it was finally time to go to college for the first time. I had spent the whole entire summer packing, and deciding what things should stay behind as well as the things I should give away.


It was depressing to say goodbye to Matthew. We had all said goodbye to him as a group, but we couldn't have a farewell party because he had his grad party the night before with his family.


Instead, we had a group get together at a restaurant to say goodbye to him. Well, we all had burgers and milkshakes.


The saddest person other than me was surprisingly James. It seemed that in a way the two had become closer over the last couple months.


Matthew left that night.


His phone still worked, and he texted me from time to time over that summer vacation, but the texts became less and less frequent.


It seemed that he had settled into England pretty well, and he was loving the Oxford campus a lot. He had met new people, and had also started attending business meetings with his father.


He seemed to be happy.


Meanwhile, I was enjoying my summer by going to the beach and hanging out with friends as well with family. I was enjoying every last minute of it. It was quite a relaxing summer, perfect for before the first year of college.


However, then I found myself ready to go to UCLA.


My bags were packed, and in the car. My family was gathered, and a few of my friends. And... James was there too, speaking with some of my relatives.


I gave a hug to each person there, and then got into my car to drive off. James also decided to leave the same time that I did. And so, we began our drives to college.


Many hours and cups of coffee later, I found myself on the UCLA campus. It was gorgeous, and I was so happy to find myself finally there.


"Hello, UCLA," I murmured under my breath. "My name's Miyah, and I'm so ready for this year."


But... I missed James. I missed Matthew. I already missed my family...


It was going to be a long year...


I bit my bottom lip.


It was too late now to turn back.


I parked my car in front of the administration building, and then entered the edifice. The lady at the front desk was kind enough to give me my schedule and help point out where the dorms were.


Then, I went to go find my dorm. When I got there, there was a girl there on one of the beds already. Her hair was red, and she had it up in a ponytail. Her eyes were brown, but a beautiful shade of the color. She glanced over at me, and then got up. "Ah! You must be one of my roommates!"


I nodded.


She stuck her hand out. "Hey, I'm Kyan Knights. Strange name, I know. Whatever. What's your name?"


I blinked once. It almost seemed as if she had chugged down an ounce of sugar and then five cups of coffee. "Nice to meet you," I said as I reached out my hand for a handshake. "The name's Miyah. Miyah Hatfield."


"It's a pleasure," she responded.


We let go of each others hands, and spent the time getting to know each other better.


We both liked the color blue, specifically turquoise. We both came from smaller towns in California, and had managed to get into our dream school.


"Oh. Also, I'm part of the softball team," she added.


"That's awesome!" I said.


Suddenly, the door was swung open, and two other girls entered. They froze when they saw us, but then smiled. "We're the other two roommates."


The one to the left was blonde, tall, and had curly hair. Naturally, her eyes were blue. In a way, they reminded me of James's eyes, since they were nearly the same shade of blue. Yet... James's was a bit warmer than her eyes were.


The one to the right had black hair that went down to her waist and bangs. She was much shorter than the girl to the left.


The girl to the right introduced herself first. "Hello. I'm Kloe Trujillo."


"I'm Ellenor Greenaway," the blonde one to the left said soon after.


After that, we all got to know each other better.


My first class was exciting, and I had it with Ellenor. I was very excited, and quite content that I was able to have my first class with someone that I knew. However, when we went to class, she immediately began to socialize, and I was left on my own.


She ditched me.


I let out a sigh, and set my gaze on a random seat. There was already someone sitting next to it. I neared the seat, and asked, "Can I sit here?"


The guy nodded.


"Thank you," I said as I sat down. After a pause, I decided that it would be best for me to introduce myself. "I'm Miyah."


"I'm Miles."


"Nice to meet you."


"Likewise."


The class was about creative writing. It was an elective course, but I had wanted to take one class that I would enjoy before taking more classes that would be more career related.


And it seemed as if the class was quite enjoyable. The first day we were allowed to write whatever came to our minds, and then we were dismissed. After getting the syllabus, of course.


Miles was an interesting guy. It seemed like he was going to major in computer sciences, but he also enjoyed writing, and thus decided to join the class.


He lived in LA, so he commuted from nearby, although I wasn't too sure what 'nearby' meant.


Once class ended, I had another class to attend, and I had this class with Kloe. She, unlike Ellenor, stayed by my side the whole entire class period. I got to know her a lot better, and decided I liked her.


I was not to keen about Ellenor, but I would tolerate her.


My first day at UCLA was great. And I was happy.

"We probably looked like a couple crazy in love. But, of course we would. We had concocted our pretend relationship perfectly, keeping the mask on until we could turn and hiss at each other in private once again. In an ironic way, the guy I hated the most was also the only person who knew the real me."




Miyah knew James since they were young. Yet, Miyah can't stand the guy...

One day, as James gets surrounded by friends and girls that are interested in him, he suddenly announces that he and Miyah are dating. 

Miyah decides to play along. However, she's always had feelings for her old best friend from elementary, whom she sees once again. 


James has always liked Miyah. For some reason, she's always hated him. James decides to show Miyah that he's different than what she thinks and so he forces her to pretend to date him and to finally see him for the person he is.

"Why, oh why, do you torment me so?" Complained Jadelere as he poured himself his third glass of wine in the last hour. The crease in his frown had become far more pronounced than when Jack had first met him. "What have I ever done to you?"

"You're still saying that?" Asked Jack whilst his blue eyes flashed with feigned innocence. "Need I remind you the first words you taught me?"

"Divines save me from this purgatory… How long will I have to suffer because of that one mistake?"

"Until my anger subsides." Replied Jack as he casually glanced at the chess set placed neatly between them and the pieces neatly arranged on it and where it was apparent at a single glance that one side was overwhelming the other. However, it wasn't Jack on the losing side. "Or until you can beat me."

"I've long given up on that." Mumbled Jadelere as he sighed heavily. "What I want to know is when are you going to stop challenging me to these games? Do you have any idea how humiliating it is for me to always lose to a three-year-old child?!"

"Not really, no. I've never lost."

"That's exactly my point!" Jadelere banged the armrest of his seat in anger. "You. Have. Never. Lost." He began tapping his fingers nervously. "Never. That's not normal! It's completely abnormal! You're a fucking monster!"

"This again?" Sighed Jack. "I'm no more of a monster than you."

"No, you're a damn monster. A terrible creature from the depths of the Abyss that's come to torment me." He said as he let his head drop in solace. "To call you an intellectual prodigy is an insult to you, and an insult to the word prodigy. You're a genius beyond recognition; and yet you insist on never ever showing that to anyone but me! That's what makes you a monster!"

This all went back to a few months earlier. Ichabod had insisted on Jadelere taking charge of Jack's lessons. At first, it was planned that Jack would learn basic mathematics as well as reading and writing. Jadelere was to see to it that his education would be successful.

However, no one would have expected the speed at which Jack learned. Just like Jadelere had said, to call him a prodigy was tantamount to insulting Jack. He devoured knowledge as if it were breathing; and his mathematical and logical prowess was staggering to the extreme. After a few short months, Jadelere had decided to teach Jack how to play chess in the hopes of humbling the boy as it had become apparent fairly quickly that the boy found profound studying a pleasure, and not the least bit challenging.

The plan backfired on Jadelere and he was immediately crushed under Jack's superb skills. No matter how many games they played, the end result was always the boy's victory; no matter what strategy Jadelere had planned, Jack always responded with creative and dumbfounding ways to exploit even the tiniest of weaknesses. Jadelere gave up on ever beating jack after twelve consecutive losses. The boy, however, loved the game and insisted on playing it every day.

But that wasn't what filled Jadelere with desperation. What he truly found maddening, was the fact that in front of Ichabod and everyone else, he only showed a fraction of his intelligence; even failing to answer some simple problems that Jadelere knew full well that Jack could solve with his eyes closed and an arm tied behind his back!

In fact, Jadelere had been quick to praise Jack to high heavens and insisted to Ichabod that he was a genius seen only once every hundred thousand years. However, all evidence pointed to the fact that he was a slightly more capable child. No one actually believed Jadelere even after all this time.

This made him want to cry but have no tears to do so.

"Let me put it in terms that even you could understand" Said Jack whilst casually glancing at his fingers and touching their tips against each other in a manner that reminded Jadelere of his own teacher; which greatly irritated him.

"Could you not say things like that?" Mumbled Jadelere again.

"Firstly," Continued Jack whilst ignoring him. "what do you think would be the result of Ichabod having an intellectual prodigy as a foster son? Hmm? The answer is that, in the best-case scenario, I'd be ostracised from Groamburkian society; they'd never be able to accept me. The worst case would be me being assassinated by Ichabod's opponents, just like a chess piece that needed getting rid of."

"You have a point." Pensively commented Jadelere. "What else?"

"Secondly, there's a good chance that I would be conscripted into the service of a government office. That would be terrible as it would put me in harm's way; there's nothing more dangerous than being actively and publicly involved in politics from a young age."

"Arguably, it would be a good thing as you could grow in those kinds of environments."

"Uncle Jadelere, we both know that wouldn't be the case; don't insult my intelligence by suggesting otherwise."

"Quite right." Sighed Jadelere. Ever since he began teaching Jack, Jadelere felt that he had sighed more than ever before. "But it still surprised me that a three-year-old child would have such a firm grasp on things. Who are you really?"

"And that's the third reason. Who am I really? Am I really just a child?" Asked Jack rhetorically. "Would you believe me if I told you I wasn't?"

"Strangely, I would." Seriously responded Jadelere. In fact, he had been asking himself that very same question for the last few months, but he simply couldn't fathom the existence that was Jack. "And, strangely, I wouldn't."

"That makes no sense."

"Aye, it doesn't, but neither do you."

"Touché." Agreed Jack. "But I'll answer that question of yours if you answer mine first."

"Alright, I'll bite." Nodded Jadelere after a moment of thought. A part of him wanted to confirm whether this child was truly something beyond a normal boy or not. "Pray tell, what do you want to know?"

"Where do babies come from?"

"Go choke on an echidna, Abyss spawn!" Jadelere cursed almost without helping himself. Almost. "Enough with the crap, it's time to go back to our history lesson." Jadelere wanted to change the topic before Jack could derail it even further and so he brought the subject matter back to the history of their world. Although Jack wasn't supposed to learn history until much later on, it didn't make sense to keep it out of the syllabus . "Do you remember what I taught you yesterday?"

"Of course I do."

"Fucking smart-aleck, enlighten me." Cursed Jadelere, knowing full well that the boy could probably repeat yesterday's lesson verbatim; but he still wanted to put up a front and act the part of a diligent teacher and move as far away from the topic of childbirth as humanly possible. The notion of Jack not being a normal boy was very far away from his mind.

This was, certainly, Jack's intention. A simple exercise of mental manipulation to divert Jadelere from the conversation. A successful one, at that. However, Jack understood that this was only temporary and that he would have to devise a more permanent solution to this particular predicament. However, for the time being, he had decided that having at least one person aware of his capabilities would allow him to access better quality information than the originally designed syllabus, which was why he'd chosen Jadelere; partly out of coincidence, and partly given the man's intellectual capacity.

"It is now the seventh day of the second month in the year 1472 since the establishment of the Alacian empire which dominates the continent; which is further divided into twenty kingdoms which owe their allegiance to the emperor. We live in Groamburk, which is located in the easternmost corner of the Alacian continent and is found in the Tamborian kingdom. Also, it's ranked as the lowest in all twenty. It was founded 160 years ago alongside the kingdom of Else after the Inuca kingdom split into two."

"Very good. What else?"

"The Alacian empire was founded after the first emperor, Alacianus the First, waged war across the continent and united all the countries under his banner. This has come to be known as the Glorious Unification according to the history books, but it's more accurately described as the hundred-year war; which was filled with atrocities and other genocidal acts performed by Alacianus the First, like the slaughter of the desert nomads to the North and the complete destruction of the Inuca kingdom…"

"Alright, yes, I can see you remember." Interrupted Jadelere. "But you would do well to not repeat those last few things to certain people. The history of the empire is a dark one, indeed, but they don't want anyone publicising it, especially not children."

"I understand, uncle Jadelere." How could he not? It was precisely the dark history of the countries on Earth that had caused his demise all those years ago.

"It's good as long as you understand." Nodded Jadelere, misinterpreting Jack's pensive expression as rumination instead of nostalgia. "Today we'll talk about the Church of Divines."

"Okay!"

"The Church of Divines predates the Alacian empire by, at the very least, two thousand years. Although no one really knows who founded it or under what circumstances, it's a fact that it's the predominant religion in the Alacian continent. In fact, its influence reaches far beyond our borders and some even say that it comes from another continent altogether. What we do know, however, is that their creed lies on the worship of the Twelve Divines, each one representing a single Star, as well as a concept."

"A concept?" Interrupted Jack. "In what way?"

"A good question, and one not often asked." Nodded Jadelere. "Concepts, according to the Church of Divines, are facts of the cosmos attributed to the Divines. Let me explain by describing the Divines themselves so that you understand: 

"There is Naosh, the champion of balance and order, she reigns as the supreme of the pantheon. Darius, the enforcer of justice, his sword shines upon the righteous and vanquishes evildoers. Arteus, seeker of knowledge and enlightenment, lord of wisdom and logic. Zenios, overseer of trade and commerce, champion of the free market and investment. Tonius, Divine of construction and machines, innovation and practical development. Stelios, master of mercy, piousness, and righteous rule by might and merciful forbearance. Ragnar, lord of peace and conflict resolution, statehood, and lawfulness. Daiana, mistress of love, passion, compassion, motherhood, and marriage. Qiyana, lady of the elements and natural order, enforcer of the laws of nature and the natural state of affairs. Varuth, lord of the hunt and the food chain. Hecaria, she who guides the souls of the departed onto their path towards the afterlife; whether that is to the depths of the Abyss or the cycle of reincarnation, only the Divines themselves know. Sectario, Divine of healing, he fights disease and pestilence all over the cosmos. And, finally, Fucalt, the patron of merriment and celebration; where there is joy and wonder, his presence can be felt.

"Do you understand now what the Church means with the word 'concept'?"

"I think I do." Answered Jack after a moment of pondering. "The Divines represent aspects of life, aspects that everyone is met with almost every day. From these concepts, the Church is almost omnipotent in the way it can dictate people how to live each and every day. They're involved in everything, from teaching to trade, to warfare and peace agreements, and governance. It is truly a beneficial state of affairs."

"That is correct."

"But there's more." Added Jack before Jadelere could say anything else.

"Oh?"

"By giving it the name of 'concept', rather than terming it what it is, in other words, an aspect or facet of life, they grant their theology an added element of tangibility. As 'concepts', the divines become irrefutable elements of our every-day lives. In the technical sense, it's effectively constructing a reality using the right words."

"You're absolutely right. Absolutely right!" Exclaimed Jadelere as he vividly pointed at Jack with his finger, almost spilling the contents of his fourth cup of wine all over the chess table. "By using the right words, they have changed the global perception of the Divines' existence into a palpable entity that influences the very structure of our society."

"But why would they do that?" Asked Jack, playing up his naivete once more.

"Why wouldn't they? Like this, they have power, wealth, and influence. It's almost perfect." Happily explained Jadelere, having finally found something he knew that Jack didn't. "You see, the Church has an incredibly complex hierarchy that can be found in all corners of the Empire. Even Groamburk itself isn't exempt of this, much to the dislike of many, such as myself, that don't believe in the Divines. However, we don't publicise our atheism too vocally given the consequences of incurring the Church's wrath."

For the next two hours, Jadelere spent his time diligently explaining the power structure of the Church and how it was intricately interlinked with the administration from the empire, so much so that the Church could easily influence the political matters of the kingdom of Tambor, and even the empire, at every level. Nothing ever got done without the implicit agreement of the representatives of the Church.

All of that was of great interest to Jack, who could only suspect that the Alacian empire had been established with the Church acting as its backer. If that was the case, then the influence that the Church of Divines held was gargantuan.

However, he didn't speak of these ponderings to Jadelere as he knew that some things were best left unsaid.

Betrayed and murdered, he spent an eternity battling in the armies of the Abyss until he was given a new chance on life.

Shout out to Kremuss and Darkanlan for supporting me and as for the problem of voting, it should be resolved within the next 48 hours, let's give another novels a chance to collect powerstones before we rage up the rankings once again!!!

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"Teacher, I can survive with just this amount and continue to train?"

Du Ze inquired with slight disbelief touching his voice. Instead of taking the kids to the martial field for their training, Nik decided to give them a rest and lectured on various diets that could improve their pace in mastering the foundational part of Nik's basic technique. His lectures were slightly eye-opening for the commoner who had a single thought hammered in their minds— Meat=nutrition!

Not only was Nik's lecture aimed to make his student's technique more efficient, but he also targetted to make his training cost-beneficial.

"Of course," Nik nodded naturally and looked at his class, "Any other questions?"

"Yes, teacher~"

A dreamy-eyed girl stood up and spoke with a slightly complicated expression, "Is it true that you are marrying into the Huyan Family?"

Instantly, the expression of many females in the classroom, including Shen Xiu, turned complicated. Even a few indulgent boys grew sour. Huyan Lanrou was their source of motivation and youthful drive!

"Nothing has been decided yet."

Nik smiled and refrained from saying further. He clapped his hands and broke the kids out of their thoughts. Nik was well aware of him becoming a crush for most of the girls. But honestly speaking, Nik could barely get an erection using any of his students as a source of debauchery. If they grew older, then that's a different situation, but right now, the kids should act like kids while the older couples get to have sex.

"Are there any further questions regarding the technique and the syllabus?"

He inquired as Nie Li raised his hands and stood up, "Teacher, I would like to ask if you know of a technique that allows the spirit beasts to—"

"Is this question related to the syllabus?"

Nik asked out as Nie Li flinched and slowly shook his head.

"All right, I am feeling quite happy. Ask away."

Nie Li and the others looked at Nik for a moment. Nik was feeling happy, that much was clear from the pleased look on his face.

"I read in one of the books of the library that there exists Spirit Beasts with age surpassing tens of thousands of years, reaching the milestone of a hundred thousand years."

Nie Li paused and focused on Nik's expression. Even though Nie Li felt that Nik could not be a spirit beast turned into a human, he can never be too careful. Alas, Nik's genuinely curious expression, made Nie Li feel relieved internally, a mistake he would not be even able to regret. Unknown to the entire classroom, a kind-looking black-haired girl with bluish bangs felt her body tremble.

"A hundred thousand year spirit beast?"

Before Nie Li could complete his facts, Shen Yue stood up and sneered while pointing at Nie Li, "Your words are as baseless as your existence."

"Says a worthless trash!" Nie Li scoffed, angering Shen Yue. They both knew about each other's interests in Ye Ziyun and could not look at each other in the eye in any matter.

'God, Shen Yue, should have been a poet instead,' Nik thought while clearing his throat, "Both of you, get out."

Nik couldn't care less about their teenage crush.

"Teacher, are you going to humor his 100000-year crap?"

Shen Yue asked with flaring indignation as he bypassed Nik's authority and asked Shen Xiu loudly. Shen Xiu instantly stood up and left the class with an audible groan escaping her lips. She was done with the banalities of the arguments of her classroom. I am this, and I am that. She did not have time for that crap!

For a moment, everyone in the classroom fell silent, and Nik frowned before focusing on Nie Li and Shen Yue. After a moment's thought, Nik decided to deliver his judgment tomorrow. Of course, he was going to promote Shen Yue to the title of the Enlightened Poet for his poetic trash-talking while giving him a punishment of his life and spoke up, "It's free class, everybody. Be sure to thank Teacher Shen Xiu tomorrow."

He placed his parchment into his spatial ring and walked out of the class. The classroom, meanwhile, erupted into a cheer as Shen Yue couldn't help but frown.

'Is Aunt feeling unwell?'

Shen Yue thought for a moment, but soon, he looked to his side and smiled at the Purple-haired girl, "Ye Ziyun, does your schedule also account for such idle hours?"

Even though the discussion between his and Ye Ziyun's engagement has already begun, the girl still ignored Shen Yue as hard as she could.

With a calm stare, Ye Ziyun nodded and stood up, "I need to speak with teacher Nik," Ziyun then looked towards a particularly bored Ray who sat with his head down and asked with a soft smile, "Ray, do you want to come with me?"

Ray groaned internally and stood up with a bright smile. Ray's charm easily outshone Ye Ziyun, but his status as Ye Hong's fiancee made him virtually a holy mother in the eyes of his classmates. Ray's gaze fell on Shen Yue for a moment before he smiled, with his gaze narrowing, "Why don't you join us, too, Shen Yue?"

Ray's invitation made Shen Yue's eyes brighten while Ye Ziyun looked at Ray with her lips parted and her eyes showing mock sadness. To Ye Ziyun, Ray's actions were nothing more than a friendly prank since Ye Ziyun had already expressed her dislike of Shen Yue in their chats to a great extent. Alas, what the two kids couldn't understand was that Ray never meant Ye Ziyun to hook up with Shen Yue.

Breaking rich and snobbish teens was a passion that the boy-succubus found great joy in.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Lu Piao found another target to pester and elbow. His elbow struck Nie Li's forearm as he leaned down and whispered, "That Shen Turd is off with your lady. That oughta sting, right?"

Nie Li frowned in distaste and stood up. In his past life, he and Ziyun were already intimate and knew a great deal about each other. In the end, she sacrificed her life for him and became a source of regret that Nik could never surpass. Instead of conquering his regrets, Nie Li now had a chance to change his path completely. Nie Li would do what his consciousness demands so as not to regret any of his actions.

"Aha! Are you going to meet with teacher Nik? I want to ask him a few things myself. Let me join!"

Nie Li grinned and Shen Yue snorted, "Like hell—"

"Sure, the more, the merrier."

Ray cut in and smiled. Finally, the little group ran into a ponytailed, orange-haired girl walking towards one of the more popular hiding spots near the eastern entrance of the Holy Orchid Institute. Ye Ziyun looked slightly rigid as she faced Xiao Ning'er while she nodded calmly. There was an unnatural blush on her face that caught Ray's and Nie Li's attention as Ray chimed, "Heya! Did you see Teacher Nik or Teacher Shen Xiu?"

Hearing Ray's words, Xiao Ning'er's face turned for the worse, and she averted her gaze.

"I don't know. They are not here."

Xiao Ning'er's martial skill allowed her to fly. So she would always fly down to the eastern spot for its incredible scenery.

Alas, this time, the scene that her gaze was subjected to was far from unusual. It was akin to a trigger that finally forced Ning'er to look the world with a different approach.

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A/N: I really wish to thank everyone from my heart who answered my calls during the time. Even though i wrote 'Un-panic', I couldn't have been more terrified. I have just grown to love writing my novel and thought that It would be hidden made me feel slightly sick.

Anyway, love you all!

Current World: Tales of Demons and Gods x Soul Land

Credits to Allchemic for such a wonderful cover. Love you mate.

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Nik Faran, a son of the miserable harlot that lead a life of a miserable gigolo. His birth father is one of the top swordsmen that gave his mother the glory of entering his chamber now remained unknown.

Passing years allowed Nik to polish his skills as a prostitute before he was suddenly made aware of the rumour that was the mythical Incubus Society. It was at that moment that his life finally changed.

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(Sigh~) What should i write? 

Should i write about a kid who got bullied in naked-Leaf village because he had an angry mutated little fox sealed in his stomach? 

Or about a dragon who was born with too many balls and had to fling his sack to release his 7 overloaded balls over the universe. By which than a mutated human boy with a tail of a monkey search for all those balls in order to please the perverted dragon?

Maybe about a little ninja who massacred his whole clan in the village except for his little brother for a lottery ticket. Which then decides to become a pirate in order to search for that 
"One piece" of BBQ chicken wing?

(sigh~~) I really am a prodigy of the century, look how creative i am? Even Charles Xavier can't hold a candle to me when it comes to pure fresh-horse brain power. I call it HBP. Nice name right? 
Well... i will admit it does sound a bit like a STD name but doesn't matter. 
Anyyyywayyyysss i will stop stalling already, jesusss don't be so pushy.

I mean, hey its my first ever written novel alright? this novel will become my "Magnum Opus". 
I will be standing right before the hollywood entrance and also paste my hands in one of those tiles after this whole fiasco comes into the light right?

Oke to be honest i am a little nervous. What happens if i really do become famous because of this novel? look, look, look my little heart is already trembleling, thinking about all those ladies screaming my name at the entrance and throwing their panties to my face. 
What a beautiful scene it would be. 

But alas it won't happen to us writers as we have to work 24/7 and still get shit on(sadface). 
Do we really need to do this? Yes we do! Why you ask? Because without us prodigy authors writing novels for you guys: 
How can you learn to dream? 
To become someone big? 
To become successful? 
It all starts with imagination 
and of course with a little bit of dirty jokes here and there. 

So i hope i can inspire you to become a doctor or a lawyer, or both at the same time. i do prefer you would be getting graduated with both diplomas of course otherwise it would be a shame to my novel. And i will be getting bad review, comment and dislikes. Only because of you uhu. 

And for those that didn't make it to college don't worry. This novel let you inspire to get you a woman or a man that has a lot of money. In other words you will get a beautiful sugar-mama or a 
handsome sugar-daddy if you read this novel. 
Uhu, yes, yes 99.9% guaranteed. Almost like a c*ndom.

From now on i will be writing seriously and you will see me at chapter 175-180 come back.
So i hope you boys/girls/man/woman/EverythingInBetween/Tanks and 
Apache-helicopters will enjoy this novel. Thankyou<3

You can only read this if you are 18+
I repeat you can read this only if you are !!18+!!

This not your every day novel where its easy going easy life. Remember the title? Yes seven lives of sh*t so prepare some towels cus you will have to clean your bowels.
(get it? clean your bowels with towels cus they will be full of... what you didn't get it? never mind go away. don't read this gem its not for you anyways humpff~) and (noo this is not a tsundere tactical nuke strategy to hook you up, who do you think you are huh?).  

alright what else hmmm...

Aaaahhh Yes mc will be OP, very very very OP, but not so fast readers cus story will only start after chapter 180. Why? cus the mc will be in sh*t for a good 175 chapters. Yes a Prologue of 7 motherfricking parts, which consist of 180 chapters, where the mc gets fricked without a c*ndom by life. Can't do anything about it, the director and the producer are too hyped and said that they will go along and finance the whole 
PH mov-cough,cough,cough i mean novel of course what else you dirty minded #$@$#@.

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what are you looking at huh? freaking hell alright here is your stupid synopsis:
Go F*cking read the novel i don't have time for this.

here is my beautiful synopsis. Nice right?
yeah thought so too^^

This is an interview of the Author of *Handsome CEO's Darling Wife*
Mu Feng: Hello Dearest Readers, I'm Mu Feng, miss me? Today I'm going to introduce you to our Happy-go-lucky Author. Today she's here with us to increase our interest in this novel. Dear Author, please say 'hello' to your loyal readers.
Flow07: Hello my Beloved Readers. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my novel.
Mu Feng: I also thank Dear Author for creating my character.
Flow07: My pleasure.
Mu Feng: So first question to our Happy-go-lucky Author, why do you use such a pen name?
Flow07: Flow actually was created from my name Florence. My thinking flows like water and I love water. So with my name and thinking process, I started to fancy the word 'Flow'. And 07 means the month of July, my birth month and my favorite number.
Mu Feng: Oh, how creative! Is that why my sister Lan Lan has her birth date on July 14?
Flow07: Yes.
Mu Feng: Okay, next question. Is this the first time that you are writing a novel?
Flow07: Actually, when I was a kid, I used to write poems, basically about my family and relatives. Then, in middle school, I started writing long stories with no particular rules, so those works can't be called novels. And this is the first time I'm writing professionally.
Mu Feng: This novel that you created, what is this about? We read the synopsis, but please explain elaborately.
Flow07: Basically, it is about Hua Lan who becomes Mu Lan in the future. From the time she is born, her life is full of mysteries. Even her ex-lover Li and new lover Mu don't know that history thoroughly either. Many of us think what's so good about history. The present is more important. But I think, your past makes who you are in the present. So it's definitely important. Hua Lan's present is like that because of her past. From the time she was born. And no one knows it except me (Hehe). We'll get to find out sooner. As the time will pass she will unfold all the stories behind her as she will know and we also will get to her past.
Mu Feng: So the powerful Mu isn't your main target?
Flow07: Not really. If it was then I wouldn't tell my Readers about the history of Mu Family in the first place. The intention of telling them about their history is because it is not that important and it is something that the readers needed to know. But it will play an important role in the future.
Mu Feng: Thank you for giving my family a little importance.
Flow07: Of course I will. Mu has two major characters after all.
Mu Feng: Does that include me?
Flow07: You will find that out soon enough.
Mu Feng: *Cough*cough* Okay next question, will this novel drop?
Flow07: Absolutely not.
Mu Feng: At first, the chapters were about 500 to 800 words. What made you write 1k words in each chapter now?
Flow07: It was because of my incompetence, lack of skill and lack of experience. Now I know how much I should write. And I'm still learning.
Mu Feng: How many chapters will be there?
Flow07: 500 chapters or more than that.
Mu Feng: Our Beloved Readers found some spelling and grammar mistakes. What do you think of that?
Flow07: I feel awful when I even think of that. When you read something and find some silly mistakes, it's totally annoying. As an Author I'm ashamed. Though I check after writing, sometimes it just misses my eyes.
Mu Feng: Some Readers are thinking how my big brother and sister Lan will match up.
Flow07: Did I say anywhere that they will match up?
Mu Feng: What do you mean???
Flow07: What I mean is patience is a great virtue.
Mu Feng: Author, please. Don't give us a heart attack.
Flow07: All I can say that this novel is not a tragedy. I dislike tragedy.
Mu Feng: 'Sighed in relief' Thank you, Author. Next question, you created three new characters which took you two days. How can Readers judge them?
Flow07: Webnovel is a platform for Writers as well as the Readers. Writers can write whatever they want. Readers can read and critique whatever they want. The new characters are something which is very important to the end. When I started to create them, not only I had to think of their behaviors or body structure but also their family background and history, also their connections with lead characters. I know my Readers will love them.
Mu Feng: About the love scene...
FLow07: It will happen just the way my Loyal Readers want. But it will take time.
Mu Feng: About the mature content, your tag says 'violence'. What about it?
FLow07: It will come almost in the end, but before it comes, I'll ask my Readers, how they want the scenes.
Mu Feng: And the mysterious President Li...
Flow07: Just wait for the right moment.
Mu Feng: Heartless. Suddenly your writing drastically changed and you edited previous chapters. Why is that?
Flow07: As a newcomer, I can't catch many things like a Reader does. So I tell my Readers to criticize my writings. It's of great help. They make me realize my mistakes. I'm really happy about that. To me, criticism is always welcome. Also one of my Beloved Readers told me to read Ding Mo's novels. In August, I devoted myself to reading her novels and I fell for the characters, the stories, the chemistry. I thank that Reader of mine. Really. It was of great help.
Mu Feng: Is there something you want to tell you, Readers?
Flow07: Of course. As a newcomer, I'm inexperienced but my Readers read my novel without any complaints. It is the greatest joy to me. You have no idea how much it means to me.
Also, I have Readers in the USA. I heard about the Hurricane Florence. Though I have no idea why they gave such a destructive storm such a gorgeous name, but my deepest condolences to those who suffered.
Your comments, reviews, and votes are my greatest inspiration. Thank you very much for supporting me. I'll keep writing. The next novel will be related to this one. Don't forget to read it.
Mu Feng: We'll gladly wait for the new novel. Dear Readers, let's stop the interview for today. Keep asking new questions and we'll be back with those questions in the 200th chapter. Till then, please read our story and support my big brother and sister Lan Lan.
Flow07: That's cheating...
Mu Feng: Bye-bye.


"You're the moonlight that lights up the night's darkness~ 
You're the rain that patches the dried up lands~ 
You're the breath that keeps my heart alive~" 

"Haha, hubby, you're becoming better at flattering me" 

"As long as it is for you, I can become better at anything you want, my dear wifey." 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

While running away for their lives, she sacrifices herself to let her beloved escape. Hua Lan wakes up in an unfamiliar, luxurious room to find that she's unable to recall anything about herself. Learning that information regarding her existence is wiped out and that she needs to be cautious of the people out there to get her, Hua Lan starts a new life with a new identity. 

Surrounded by her dotting, handsome husband and his loving family, Hua Lan (now Mu Lan) adapts herself to her new life. But now in her dreams, she can hear a girl whispers: "Until you say 'I love you', I'll keep our memories shut. Farewell, my love." 

Mu Liang knows that there is something mysterious going on around her. She got a mystifying background and perplexing capabilities. But he doesn’t care about who she was in the past and why they keep attacking her. All he can think of loving her, cherishing her, locking her up so that she will never return to her past. Because he knows that he won't be able to live a moment away from her. 

They are trying to figure out the mystery regarding Hua Lan. But she needs her memory back. The best doctor cannot understand why she cannot remember anything. 

However, looking at a pair of cruel eyes, her head hurts. Since she cannot regain her memory, they have to choose another way to solve her puzzles. But what will she do after she regains her memories? Someone and some people have to get some face slaps. But who will get the slaps? And who will be able to laugh in the end? 

***This is a story about a girl who fights for herself and the people she cares about. She will try to find out who she is after losing her memory and people around her will help her to solve the mysteries around her. 


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Book series: 

1. Handsome CEO's Darling Wife 
2. My Wife is a Goddess: 99 Secret Kisses 
3. Lost Happiness 
4. The Cobra

Another book:

My Beloved

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8:50 A.M.
The room is almost entirely empty, with only a couple students on the back texting on their phones and the professor setting up the projector. He is about 60 years old and is wearing a sweater that matched the carpet my parents had, which I think is impressive. I take a seat close to the window and put my head down. Clara seats behind me to avoid the natural light, and instantly pulls out her notebook and starts talking to John. Her passion is admirable and nauseating at times. I pull up the top of my jacket and cover myself, waiting for everything to be ready to start. 
	The noise of the chair moving next to me wakes me up immediately, and I straighten my back as fast as I can. I am shocked when I look to me side and see hoodie dude there, wearing jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt. He didn't notice me yet, so I abruptly turn my neck to the window, giving me a shock of pain. I try to hold in a shriek.
-Are you okay? – He asks. I move my head in yes, making the pain worse, but refusing to look at him or make any sound. He leaves me alone, thankfully.
-Welcome, my name is George Harrington. – Says the professor. -This is our technical writing class, or for short ENC 2210. As most of you now, this class became a core class last year for all science and humanities courses, so some of you might struggle a bit, but I'll help you through it. Let me take attendance, and then we'll go over the syllabus. I am looking forward to knowing you all.
	He then proceeds to his computer and starts reading our names. And then I realize, if he's doing the attendance sheet, he'll recognize it. I wrote it on the goddamn note. My phone vibrates and as I pick it up, I see Clara's message: "Girl, your luck is out of this world XD" in which I reply: "End me. I beg you". I can hear her laughing behind me. I sink into my seat a bit more. 
-Alyssa Miller? – The professor calls, and I raise my hand, accepting my fate. 
From the corner of my eye, I can see Marcus looking towards me, now recognizing me. He puts on this poker face like nothing happened and focuses back in his book like it was nothing. I don't know if I should be disappointed or happy over what just happened. 
-Marcus Howard -The professor continues, and then finishes the attendance.
	For the next torturing one hour and fifty minutes, I am desperately trying to distract myself from the person next to me, still feeling guilty and embarrassed. What are the chances of landing in the same class as him when he's on his last semester?! And of him seating right next to me? I get it, the class is full but give me a break with these coincidences. Just having him in the same class is already bad, but having to seat right next to him too? I must have been a horrible person in my last life. This is excruciating.
-That's all. I see you all this Wednesday. -The professor ends the class, and I have never jumped out of my seat so fast in my entire life. Clara gets her stuff as I'm leaving, and she catches up outside the second building. 
-I can't believe it, your luck is out of this world! -Exclaims Clara, catching her breath.
-Luck? Clara how is this good? I'm going to feel tortured for the whole semester! -I say, walking in circles. 
-Ooooor… you could end up having a good time with Marcus, hehe. -She is clearly enjoying my suffering. 
-Yeah and then I go to his room and say hi to Randy on the way in and we all end up playing poker and being happily ever after. -I feel my body shiver at that thought. -Jesus what is wrong with you?!
She is laughing her ass off as I speak.
-Hey look, you h-have to understand m-my point of view in this. -She can barely speak while laughing. She's even starting to tear up- It's just ridiculous how you met him in a party, went to his room, and then he appeared in the exact same class and sat right next to you, all that in the course of 3 days. You have to admit that destiny is speaking to you.
-Destiny might as well go mute, cause I'm not falling for this madness. -I say, starting to walk towards the library. -I'll see you later, fortune teller.
-If I'm right, you owe me fifty! -She waves me goodbye and walks away. -I'm serious!
-Whatever you say! -I joke and keep walking towards the library. Today is going to be a long day.

Breaking up after discovering your boyfriend is not only a cheater but a jerk, you find yourself not wanting to date for a long time. But after being dragged into a party you did not want to be part of, you find yourself meeting the same person over and over again. Wouldn’t you call that a lovely coincidence? Will it lead to something more than you were expecting ?

I didn't want to write this. I really didn't. I'm delighted that my loyal readers gave this book a chance anyway even though it's different from what other novels are like out there. But, I am going to cancel this novel or update slowly. I tried very hard to persist by writing more chapters. But I can't. I lost my direction and creative voice.

It's NOT the reader's fault. It's my own. I love and appreciate all the feedback and comments given. Readers are allowed to offer opinions and critiques. I praise those who do. It's very insightful and thoughtful. 

The reason why I chose to give up is for two reasons. I lost my direction, meaning that it's not coming out the way I initially wanted it. The reason why is because I felt that since my story is different, I took a risk, which all authors do. We take risks. 

But unfortunately, I changed and re-wrote this story twice because I tried to make it good. But I didn't follow my initial instinct because I was afraid of what people may think, which is my fault for overthinking in the first place. 

Now, for the second reason. I am comparing this book to my first one. Now, it's challenging to grasp attention as a novice writer with no experience. But my first book, "Daughters of the Elite," FAILED the first time. It flopped. Badly. I went in and re-wrote it. 

NOW, it has a million views, hundreds of comments, and dozens of reviews. I never thought it would reach that audience since it's not contracted. But it did, and I'm happy and thrilled! 

The second time I wrote it, I received collections and votes quickly. I struggled at first, but my audience multiplied, once the word spread. My synopsis grabbed people, and I didn't enter any competitions because I didn't like the fact that people had to pay spirit stones. UGH. The amount of money I spent on this app because of 1000+ chapter novels. 

I hated the spirit stone system, so when I began writing, I wanted my stories to be good and free, but the issues are none of my works are promoted for that reason. 

I didn't gain a cent writing DOTE, but it's OKAY. I write these books for fun, but in the end, I know when to stop if it's not doing well. This book is not doing well at all. Which, again, I am not hurt by it that much, because I have book three that keeps me going. 

Before publishing this book, I received many requests and comments about how people were excited about book two, and I feel like I failed you guys. It's mysterious for sure, with some intrigue. But it's not what people want. 

Book 3, however, is anticipated. Now, I already began writing the book, and there are no struggles with it so far in terms of plot writing. *Hopefully* but I should drop this one. I persisted with DOTE; I failed on this one. I'm sorry. 

This book is about love that is thought to be lost but regained over time. 

NOW! I might complete this novel!!! However, updates will be unpredictable. It could be once every few days, maybe once a week. I am focused on book three. 

I really do like writing this book. But again, not many people like the idea of this one, of course, as you readers being the wonderful exception. 

I will be deleting this chapter in 24 hours so I can proceed with new chapters. But again will be mainly working on book three:

...

BOOK THREE:

"A SONG FOR A SUMMER'S NIGHT" 
 
[Release will be in one or two weeks]
Tags: Romance; Arranged Marriage; Forbidden Romance

Song Luli is a sharp-tongued, bold, and reserved young woman who unexpectedly becomes the new successor of her father's company—Song Entertainment—right after her older sister abruptly disinherits herself. 

Song Luli, now the heiress of a large company, soon receives word that Song Entertainment is crumbling in the business world, and to secure her position; she must marry Long Jie, a wickedly handsome heir of a conglomerate, who is bound to duty and responsibility. 

Long Jie is a handsome, ruthless, and calculative young man who destroys careers or makes them, and he is known to be frigid by rejecting every offer for a suitable match. 

But he picks Song Luli. 

On the terms of marriage, they agreed to never fall in love, to never think about the possibility as they dedicate their time towards their jobs and families. Marriage benefited both of them for the sake of power and to survive the turmoils of High Society. 

Watch as the budding romance blooms between two stubborn and cynical individuals who share more in common than they want to admit, learning more about what it means to be married, and battle the power struggles that they face, together. 

Meanwhile... 

Song Luli's cousin Su Xiang is an aspiring doctor devoted to her job and inheriting the legacy her mother built. She is the heiress of Song Pharmaceuticals, but when her older adoptive brother returns from four years of Medical school, she must confront the blooming feelings she harbours for him. 

Until next time, and hopefully, I succeed.

What happens if the person you thought you hated the most turned out to be the one who loves you ceaselessly, unconditionally, and passionately? 

Status: Completed

...

Xue Guangli was a young woman who followed her mother’s legacy; she won’t marry to get above her status. She will earn it. 

However, when a tragedy struck her home, she lost sight of the things she wanted. 

To get her life in order, she must regain the classy legacy she left behind, find the real suspect of her mother’s killer, and pave a way through the challenges thrown at her. 

But when it comes to her mother’s murder trial, Xue Guangli is forced to get help from the man she hates the most—Long Huojin. Long Huojin is an achingly handsome and devastatingly perfect successor of a large conglomerate, but the two never got along. 

Xue Guangli hated Long Huojin for most of her life—so much that when he looks at her, she can hardly breathe. 

Long Huojin, on the other hand, secretly pines for Xue Guangli patiently waiting for the day she’ll let him in. 

***Novel Completed at Chapter 70***

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“Her eyes dropped to the hollow of his throat, to the bob of his Adam's apple. Her gaze lingered and stopped at his mouth, at the seams of his lips. It hadn't occurred to her what it would feel like to taste them.” 


Keywords: Male Lead; Female Lead; Romance; Crime Drama; Strong Female Protagonist; Respectful Male Lead; No Prolonged Misunderstandings; No Sexual Assault; No Evil Sisters; Detailed Smut; 18+ 

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Other Works: 

Daughters of the Elite (4.8)
A Song For a Summer's Night 

Art cover isn't mine. Will remove when asked.

"I am backward in my thinking! Why did you not set an example for me? In short, if you uses the Ding's family old rules and thinking on Nan Nan, I will not let you off!"
With that, Qiao Dongliang got up from bed, took his pillow and blanket and went to sleep in the study room. He did not wish to share a bed with Ding Jiayi any more.
He did not care how the Ding family treated people, but he would not allow his daughter to be treated like that!
"You… you, where are you going?" Ding Jiayi was dumbfounded. Old Qiao refused to share a bed with her just because of that wretched girl?
On the next day, Qiao Dongliang was just his usual self; but Ding Jiayi's eyes were puffy red and swollen. She had obviously been crying.
Qiao Nan started school at an earlier time than Qiao Zijin. She went out early in the morning, taking the deep-fried dough sticks that Qiao Dongliang bought along with her. She carried her bag and drank her soybean milk, making a stop at Zhai's house to get her books before heading off to school.
Looking at the unfamiliar faces of her classmates whom she could not recall, Qiao Nan started to feel anxious. She could not even remember where she sat in the classroom.
She finally found her classroom by checking the class plates outside. She stood dumbfounded at the doorway.
"Qiao Nan, why are you standing by the door, go in now." Her class teacher, Teacher Chen saw Qiao Nan and smiled brightly.
Qiao Nan always ranked top three in her level and ranked first in her class. Every teacher loved a good student like her.
With Teacher Chen's prompting, Qiao Nan braced herself and went into the classroom. 
Qiao Nan could no longer remember her classmates, but she still remembered Teacher Chen.
In this country, everyone had to go through nine years of compulsory education. In her previous life, Teacher Chen paid a lot of visits to her house when she stopped going to secondary three. 
Every time Teacher Chen visited their house, her father would urge her to go back to school, but her mother would kick up a fuss. She was frustrated by all this and ended up doing a lot of stupid stuff, breaking Teacher Chen's heart.
Looking at her junior high class teacher, Teacher Chen, she felt a twinge of guilt.
Upon entering the classroom, Qiao Nan had no idea where she used to sit. At this moment, Teacher Chen said, "Qiao Nan, you had better sit in your usual place."
Teacher Chen pointed towards the second row of the second group, at the seat to the right. 
That seat was the nearest to the blackboard and the teacher. 
This was undoubtedly the seat that teachers reserved for good students.
Qiao Nan let out a breath and with her bag behind her, walked towards the seat that Teacher Chen said. She put away her bag at the desk.
When she was finally settled down, the rest of the classmates also streamed in gradually. Teacher Chen assigned seats to everyone but the good seat besides Qiao Nan still remained vacant.
"The summer break was over. Let's have a test. Everyone put away your books, do not leave anything unnecessary on the table. Hurry up."
At Teacher Chen's words, everyone started to complain.
There was a saying that goes: Examinations were a teacher's weapon while grades were a student's lifeline.
Qiao Nan turned as white as a sheet upon hearing Teacher Chen's words.
Nobody knew the worry, dread and guilt a top student like her was feeling at this moment.
She had only spent a few days revising the junior high syllabus and she had to sit a test now. There was no way that she could get a good result and match up to her usual standard.
Qiao Nan started to break out in a cold sweat.
Teacher Chen was a Mathematics teacher, so he must be testing them on their Maths.
She took a few deep breaths, gripped her pen and started writing.
Qiao Nan had a systematic way of tackling the test. In order not to run out of time, she started answering the questions one by one. If she was stuck for five minutes, she would skip and move on.
When she finished answering the questions she knew and had checked through once, she then went back to the questions that she skipped.
It was a good thing that she could answer most of the questions. But in the past, she could start solving the problems as soon as she gets the papers without stopping for a moment to think.
Now, she had to think through the solutions and she was not as good as before in her mental and manual calculations.
After finishing the paper, Qiao Nan was drenched in sweat, with her clothes plastered to her back.
Qiao Nan only had time to check through once before the alarm went off. Teacher Chen then started to collect the papers.
When class was over, Qiao Nan headed for the washroom to wash her face.
The Maths test was finally over, but there must be other tests for the rest of the main subjects.
On the first day of school, Qiao Nan was kept busy taking tests for the three main subjects Mathematics, Chinese and English. Her head was spinning from the tests.
Qiao Nan did not feel well after the tests; she barely made it back home.
"Oh, you are back so early today?" Ding Jiayi saw Qiao Nan and pulled a long face, her eyes full of mockery. "Your Dad is not back yet!" 
Didn't the wretched girl always come back at the same time as Old Qiao?
Pierced by Ding Jiayi's mocking voice, Qiao Nan came back to her senses. She felt the heavy weight of her books on her back. Without a word, she ran inside the house like a rabbit, sped past Ding Jiayi and went into her room, sliding the bolt in place.
"Mom." Qiao Zijin saw that Ding Jiayi was about to follow after and stopped her. "Dad is still furious. We can't help that Nan Nan is not sensible. But you definitely do not want to keep on quarreling with Dad."
Father was the sole breadwinner in the house. If mother fell out with father and he refused to give his pay to her, what was going to happen to her? 
"Since Nan Nan is not going to work to lighten Dad and your load this year, Mom, you should stop quarreling with Dad and making yourself unhappy."
"You are right. Your Dad and I have been together for so many years, we have never had such a fierce quarrel before. It's not worth it to fall out with your Dad for this wretched girl." Ding Jiayi calmed down and said, "You mentioned that secondary three syllabus is much more difficult, and not as easy as before, right? Let's wait and see her results this year. She had made a promise with your Dad. If she fails to score well, she would have to work no matter what!" 
She finally managed to calm Ding Jiayi down. Actually Qiao Zijin did not tell Ding Jiayi that secondary three syllabus might be difficult for her; but she had no idea if it was easy or difficult for Qiao Nan.
Qiao Zijin could not help but pray that just like her and the other female classmates in class, Qiao Nan would find the secondary three syllabus difficult, and in particularly would fail terribly at Maths and Chemistry.
"Nan Nan, it's Dad." Qiao Dongliang reached home one hour later and went to look for Qiao Nan. 
"Dad." Qiao Nan opened the door to let Qiao Dongliang in.
Qiao Dongliang knitted his eyebrows, "Nan Nan, your room is this small?"


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

The language learning course which tested the ability of the students' minds to read, and comprehend a certain text, acknowledged the variety of literary pieces across the world, expressed one's sentiments, and viewpoints through creative writing, and gave up a speech to the public with a required self-confidence and charisma had conquered the class of Yeats.

"English Time!" a classmate exclaimed.

"Ugh. Why on earth..." Noah said, lying her head onto the armrest.

The teacher had arrived with her male student who assisted her to carry on her stationery materials and left afterwards. 

She expressed her warmest greeting to the class, "Good morning, everyone."

"Gooood Morningggg, Ma'am Rhea," the entire students responded in dullness, deliberately prolonging the words.

"Again, good morning, Yeats."

"Good Morning, Ma'am Rhea! We are happy to see you today!"

The teacher nodded, and commanded them, "Okay, you may now take your seats."

"So Yeats, in this period, we would be having an activity, and I'm sure you would definitely love to hate this one."

The students plastered a counterfeit grin on their faces as they listened to their teacher's introduction. It looked as if their incoming task would be an "easy yet a lazy job" for them.

"You will be composing an original poetry! Isn't beautiful? A form of art of regurgitating all your personal experiences, feelings, aspirations, and showing off your ideals and visions of the world around us by using a piece of paper and a pen. What lies ahead of our future? Who shall be the one to pass this on for the next generation. It's only you, the young ones. As our beloved national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal quoted, 'The youth is the hope of our nation'," Ma'am Rhea Azuela dramatically spoke, and her fists were firmly closed.

Everyone groaned with the exemption of Ma'am Rhea whose energy was trying hard to somehow radiate the entire classroom.

"Hmm... Okay, you only have two options: To create or not to create. My role as a teacher is simply taking down of your grades and morals in your report card. If you want a failing grade, why not? I'll give it to you. Other than that, what does youth always say? You only live once, eh? So, I won't stop you from not submitting your requirement," Ma'am Rhea shrugged.

"Anyways, for those who wished to conform to the task, listen up. Before you start writing, I would love to give a bit of a background about our today's lesson. I'm sure most of you familiar with them. We've known different lyrical poems, epic poems and etcetera. Now, I'll ask you. What is haiku? Anyone?"

"Just give me a gist of it."

Students were staring at each other's eyes, and no one dared to speak. Few were looking at the white board. Most were avoiding an eye contact from their instructor. Some of them were gaping at the outside of the room. Ma'am Rhea whined and continued.

"Guys, you have to talk. Remember, this is an English class. You have to hone your communication skills. How are you going supposed to learn if you don't utilize your mouths? Ha? Come on. No answers are wrong in language. It's more on thoughts and ideas that we should express. You should be engaging more on interaction. And pretty please, let's help each other out. Don't leave me hanging guys, Okay?"

"Now, any thoughts from this group?" she asked, looking at the first row. Ma'am Rhea was about to choose her lucky victim when one of her students raised her right hand, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss? What do you think? What is haiku?"

"May I go to the comfort room?" the wench replied.

Some of the senior high students were retaining their soon-to-be-bursted laughter. Ma'am Rhea sighed, and said, "Yes, you may."

The young lass stood up straight, and said, "But, If I am not mistaken, haiku refers to a five-seven-five syllable count in a one three-phrase stanza. It is also originated in Japan."

"Again, thank you for your permission, Ma'am."

The schoolgirl went to the school comfort room, leaving the entire class in amusement. Ma'am Rhea snapped her fingers to get back her little ones' focus.

"That's my girl! She got it right. Finally, someone saved you from danger, eh?" the teacher cunningly grinned, and the student were then relieved. 

"And since this is a surprise activity, you need not to compose a haiku. Still, it is included in your quarterly exams. Instead, I challenge you to write a poem. Freestyle. Whether you want to have your piece that consists of a rhyme, or a regular meter. It's up to you. Make sure it has three stanzas. Do you understand me, Yeats?"

Dassah lifted up her hand up, and called, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss Dassah?"

"What would the topic be about?" the student asked.

"Hmm... Good question," Ma'am Rhea nodded, and began considering a great theme for her class's written poetry. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped up. She smiled and responded to her student.

"It should be based on your personal experience. For example, your bonding with your family and friends. Maybe you want to write about your life as a student, and whatsoever. The sky's the limit."

"So, any questions?"

The class replied, "None."

"Okay. You may now start. And please let me check your composition before the bell rings whether it is done or not. I'll give a plus point and a secret award for those who could create a finished piece," Ma'am Rhea announced, and sat down on her chair to relax her voluptuous legs.

"Ma'am, what is the reward?" one man asked.

"It won't be confidential anymore, if I'll tell you, mister," she said.

The students proceeded writing on their mandatory art work. Creative juices were flooding up inside of their right brains. Tearing papers were echoing everywhere in the section. Loud mental groans from every school teens dominated in the class. Frustration mixed with determination to make a possible masterpiece were obviously transparent on their hopeless faces. Dassah who eventually ended her write-up stood up from her armchair, and submitted it to her English teacher. 

Ma'am Rhea was impressed, and took her ample time to read her three-stanza poem. As she perused Dassah's work, she smiled in delight.

"Miss Quinn."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"I have a dumb question," the instructor said. She glanced at her unknowing student in mischief, and continued her talk.

" Are you in love?"

"NO WAY, MA'AM," Dassah yelled at her teacher. Her classmates instantly shifted their gaze at the two. She became flustered, and softly spoke, "Umm... Sorry, ma'am. I was just shocked. But, no, I am not, ma'am."

"And what makes you think that I'm uh..."

Ma'am Rhea replied, still smiling, "In love?"

Dassah slowly nodded in embarrassment,"Uh-huh."

"It's just my assumption. It seems the message of your poem conveys about a clichè romance like this love at first sight kind of scene. Ah. Reminds me of my first young love,"  Ma'am Rhea Azuela said, feeling the nostalgia of her past teen era.

"And, what's even more interesting is that I instructed you to have a poem that talks about your life encounters." Dassah's teacher continued.

"Then, I thought I might be wrong, so which is why I asked you."

Dassah again nodded as an abiding servant, and the English teacher spoke again herself, "So, mind if I ask you the story behind this piece of yours?"

"Um... Sure, Ma'am. But, it already says it all," Dassah said.

"It's basically this. I met a guy at a convenience store, and I did not forsee anything that we would see each other for the second time around. And for me, I was happy it happened for the both of us."

Ma'am Rhea could no longer hide her squeals, and let it out without any reservation.

"Oh, ignore my giggles. The story was too cute. But hey, Miss Quinn. This is your prize," she commented, and gestured her to move closer. Dassah came near to her instructor in obedience.

"You'll present it to the other class."

"Ma'am?!" Dassah exclaimed in terror.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone," she warned the young lady.

"But, but..."

Ma'am Rhea smiled, and said, "You may go back to your seat, Miss Quinn."

Dassah heaved a sigh of defeat, and move herself back to her armchair.  Floating her countless regrets of submitting her poem, the young lady had enough of the trap, and let the situation sail by itself.

Dassah Quinn had left no choice but to stay with a perfect stranger. Yearning for someone who would help them get out of trouble and leave the olden storage room is her gleam of hope. 

In the course of incarceration, Dassah unexpectedly entailed herself in a scheme of discerning the nondescript man, One One.

creative writing course syllabus

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