Emica Kana is 18 years old. She has always loved writing stories., They were her escape from reality. She always wished that a man would come and save her like they always do in the stories.
Well, she got her wish.
Emica entered a small writing school that was near a river. Her friend had joined her. But, the teacher had an odd vibe around him. Emica became a little scared of him. She especially became scared when the teacher started to pay more attention to her. One day, when she runs from him, she falls into a world of adventure, risk, and abnormalities. 
But, her teacher is what scares her more than this new world. What secrets and schemes did he use to get her here?

Follow the tale of a legendary highlander from Scotland. A one of obligation, and of sacrifice as he travels Ashfeld, Valkenheim, the myre and his home Scotland in a tale of war

"Momo... hurry up!!.... we're going to be late!!" Yelled Linda, as she rushed towards the newly constructed building within the school premises.
Little Momo and her, were on their way towards the chemistry laboratory.
Today, they were taking Chemistry 3.
Ever since the beginning of April, they had been taking 6 main courses:
•Biology 1 (Classes of living organisms)
•Math 4 (simple variable math, like find X)
•Chemistry 2
•Chemistry 3 (introduction to lab science)
•Physics 1
•Phyno 4
Apart from these ones, they also had other fun and creative courses that occurred once a week... like:
•Arts & Craft 1
•Ethics & Morality 1 
•Health & Hygiene 1
•Literature 1
•Music 1
• And Physical Education 
Another surprising thing for the students was that this year, the school had created a Student Council body based on the votes from the students.
Also, each class had a class monitor and deputy class monitor that's entrusted in assisting the teachers in class, aiding the weak students, roll call... and so on.
No matter what amongst the 2 leaders, one had to be female and the other male.
Generally, once the winners for both the Male Group and female group emerged.... the students would then vote between the 2, and choose who should be the class monitor or deputy class monitor.
For the biology class, the students were taught the basics like: cells, microbes, plant systems, animal systems, invertebrates and vertebrates.
In short, they were taught about all the classes of living organisms.
Of course for Math 4, they focused on simple variable math... like 5x=10, find X.
In that class, they focused on understanding one to two variable equations..... which were usually linear equations.
For chemistry 2, the students would still focused on reactions, atoms and so on.... but now with the use of calculators, they had begun learning about calculating molecular weight and so on.
Of course just so that the students could breathe a little, music, literature, physical education and arts & craft were essentially a must.
In short, this semester was a busy one.
Today, Linda and little Momo were heading towards the Chemistry Lab in the new school building.
Once they got in, they immediately climbed the stairs until they arrived at the 3rd floor... where they were greeted with a large group of students outside the lab.
The area was bustling with busy students.
Friends greeted each other with hugs or playful punches, while others had their eyes glued on their books as they continued doing assignments that were due in the next class.
Some already had their lab coats and safety wears on, while others were busy wearing theirs on now.
In fact, everyone was doing their own thing as they waited for the class to begin.
Instantly, the duo opened their bags and quickly pulled out their neatly folded lab coats and safety items.
For this class, everyone was required to wear their lab coats, gloves, rubber boots, and goggles.
Linda looked at her watch and knew that it would soon be time for them to go in.
And right on queue, Mother Kim and teacher Gophen opened the lab doors from instead and ushered the students in.
"Morning Teacher Kim!"
"Morning teacher Gophen!"
"Morning teacher...."
"__"
Everyone greeted their teachers, as they walked in and immediately found their usual spot.
The Laboratory was massive, with several working slabs, cupboards with equipments stored in them, and a small storage room at its front.
Linda and Momo immediately spotted their other group members, and rushed over to join them.
Ever since the beginning of the semester, they had been put in groups of 5.
Apparently, these people would be their lab partners throughout the entire semester.
"Alright.... before we begin, you all know the drill.
In front of each group, are 5 question sheets.
You all have 7 minutes to answer them.
Remember, no cheating and no copying.... these small tests make up 20% of your final grade.
Now.... Begin!!"
Linda immediately flipped her question sheet and got to work.
For this Chemistry 3 course, they had 1 theory class on Tuesdays, and 1 lab session on Thursdays.
And at the beginning of each lab session, they would have mini quizzes that would test them on what they had learnt in their Tuesday classes.
Chemistry 3 was a course based on Laboratory work, so they had to know about the equipments in front of them, safety lab hazards and so on.
In fact... Ever since the students knew that these questions were 20%, they had taken them seriously
Linda filled her name and school number on the question sheet, before proceeding to answer the questions.
The questions were straight to the point, and easy to answer if one was paying attention during lectures.
And just like that, time flew by quickly... 7 minutes later, the quizzes collected back by teacher Gophen.
And the papers were collected, Mother Kim began distributing the Lab manual sheets for today's experiment.
.
"Alright.... before we begin our Laboratory experiment, let's recap on what Teacher Winnie has been you all in Chemistry 2." Mother Kim said.
The students immediately took out their books and writing materials.... While others flipped the pages of their books to the last pen-filled page.
It was important for the students to know about what reactions they were going to perform today, hence it was good for them to recap on what they were previously taught.
"So as usual, let's look back on what you all have been learning so far.
I need a few examples of chemistry around us... anyone?" Mother Kim asked, as she waited for the students to raise their hands.
"Yes Filipa?" She said, while pointing at a little girl at the front of the room.
"Air is essentially chemistry, because it's constantly undergoing a chemical change.
For example, we breathe out carbon dioxide and take in oxygen... so air is always changing.
Also... air undergoes changes whenever smoke is released in to the atmosphere by burning, hence it's part of Chemistry."
"Correct!!.
Any other examples of Chemistry around us?" Kim asked.
"Our bodies."
"The ocean"
"When we make bread."
"__"


Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. 

When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment.

His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire.

Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system

"So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society"

  
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Author here, thank you all for tuning in..... english is my second language... so I promise to try my best.

P.S, please dont compare my Novel to others... not all world development novels have to have the same format.

ok so this novel shall go by Books  each book shall be about 1 area the world so Book 1  shall be how he shall conquer all of Britannia now i know i said i would include wales and scotland But i have decided Book 1  shall be about him takeing the english Lands then the next books will be about wales then scotland then ireland and so on and so on if i decide to do more Books 

As i have said this is my First time ever writing  so i wont be over extending my self  as i have come to Realize i was doing by setting a goal i am not confidant i can attain cause i am so new to this Whole writing game so i wish to take my time  and do Book 1 with atleast 40 to 55 chapters and then i will decide from there as to wether i should continue or leave as is this is me updateing everyone by doing this here

i will try to release at-least 1 chapter per day Minimum and any others will be erratic releases

about a fella who loved Total war and its games while playing a game of total war warhammer 2 he lost his main army due to a ambush while streaming and he in rage threw a cod style Tomahawk at his wall in anger but it rebounded and hit him square between the eyes thus ending his life while streaming    many will clip that for generations as the best self tomahawk after his death   he awakes in a strange world with no cloths on or any items axcept his tomahawk :HAHAHA: and a system never seen before see how he steps in this unknown world

"What's the matter, Sir?" Jan asked casually, with his hand in his pockets. He was already accustomed to his boss' behavior who often suddenly needed him, so he was always relaxed even when London asked him to do things in the last minute.
 "Hmm ... L and I will have a romantic dinner at the Blue Sky Restaurant in St. Laurent tonight. This is a good opportunity to propose to her properly, don't you think? Do you still have the ring I asked for last time?" The man's eyes shone happily as he told Jan his plan.
In the past, when L gave the signal that she was willing to marry London, the man immediately contacted Jan to prepare the perfect proposal.
Jan bought a beautiful and ridiculously expensive ring. He also held an internal contest among their creative division staff to get the most romantic proposal scenario.
Of the various scenarios that came in, there was one that they found very interesting. London immediately ordered Jan to prepare the event should the opportunity arise at any time.
Like today!
Ha.
This time, his fourth proposal must succeed, thought London with a happy heart, L wouldn't reject him this time.
"But the ring is too expensive, Sir. Miss L will be suspicious." Jan commented as he returned to London's room with a box contained a ring studded with a huge light blue diamond. "Why don't you use an ordinary ring for the proposal. Later, after you get married and disclose your identity, you can give her the real ring?"
"Can't you manipulate the state lottery this month? I could claim that I get a lot of money from winning the lottery?" London asked casually.
"Uhm ... It's too over the top and too much of a coincidence. Plus, she would blame you for buying a lottery." Jan shook his head. According to him, his boss has been spoiled all this time because all his wishes could be granted easily, so that sometimes he thought of such absurd things. "Otherwise, you could say that you used up your entire salary to buy Miss L this ring. Maybe she would appreciate it more?"
London nodded. "You're right. If I said I won the state lottery, L would beat me up for sure. She already said she doesn't like me gambling."
"Miss L is very wise," Jan said with a sigh of relief.
"Okay, then, prepare everything ... I will propose to L after dinner at St. Laurent later ..."
Jan nodded respectfully and said goodbye to take care of the proposal scenario approved by London. The proposal would be very romantic and fun ... He can't wait to see the outcome.
After Jan left, London decided to contact his brother-in-law and consult him about L's family murder case from years ago. Jan was right. If anyone knew about the underworld in Europe from a long time ago, that person would have been Alaric Rhionen and his assassins.
Even though he had retired from the underworld, but his connections were still far greater than London, who had never been in contact with criminals.
"How are the twins?" London asked enthusiastically as the Virconnect connection brought him to his sister's mansion in Singapore. He saw Alaric staring at him, smiling broadly with a tiny baby on his chest, fast asleep.
Gosh .. that cold Alaric Rhionen can smile? London's heart was thrilled to see how much his brother-in-law had changed.
Alaric's appearance and his baby were very contrasting. The man had a pale skin and platinum hair, while his son looked somewhat tanned with dark brown hair and a slightly oriental face. For a moment, London was astonished. His new nephew was more like his mother, Finland, than Alaric and Aleksis, the parents.
"You look like you're carrying your neighbor's child ..." London commented bluntly.
Hearing his brother-in-law's casual words, Alaric immediately turned off his Virconnect connection.
"Hey ... why did you turn it off?" London tried to contact Alaric again but his call was always rejected. The young man could only shake his head. "Why should you be angry? I'm just telling the truth?"
Ten minutes later, the Virconnect connection was back up, and Aleksis appeared in front of him, frowning.
"Why didn't you think before you talk? You must have been hanging out with Terry for too long," she grumbled to her brother, who had accidentally hurt her husband's feelings.
For Alaric, his children were his most valuable possessions. However, he was 'forced' to share his first two children with Nicolae because he was not present during the first ten years of their lives and they had looked up to Nic as their father figure.
His second children was arguably a consolation for this lonely man who disliked humans. Of course, he felt offended when his biological child, whom he loved deeply, was said to be the neighbor's child.
Although London was just joking, and maybe other people would think that it was funny, for Alaric, his words were unacceptable. That was why he refused to talk to London.
"Gosh... I'm so sorry, I was just talking nonsense. I didn't mean to ..." London swallowed. He should have known better. Nobody could talk carelessly in front of Alaric Rhionen.
Alaric was not someone who had a sense of humor like his brother, Nicolae. After all, he was a cold-blooded assassin and had wanted to kill most of humankind.
Quietly London felt cold sweat flooding his back. It was only when Aleksis looked at him with a sharp look that London realized his mistake. He was too talkative, not remembering how sensitive Alaric was about his children.
Now that you think about it, London himself would be angry if he was carrying Lily and people suddenly said Lily looked like his neighbor's in Grunewald. Ahh... that's so true.
"Aleksis... please tell Alaric that I and my big mouth apologize. I was just saying nonsense. I won't do it again," London said solemnly. "By the way, how are Ireland and Scotland doing? What can they do already?"
Aleksis smiled. She showed off Scotland in her arms and caressed her son's head affectionately.
"Scotland and Ireland can already laugh and smile. They are so cute. We often lose track of time because we are playing with just the two of them. It is so much fun!"
"Ahh... how lucky," London pondered at his sister's words. He was eager to hear Lily laughing. He also desperately wanted to hug her just like Aleksis and Alaric were now doing to their children. "Today, Lily's eye cover was finally removed, her eyes aren't sensitive to light anymore. I'd love to hug her..."


*How do immortals live in the modern world? One had been walking the earth for 438 years without ever falling in love. The other one couldn't get over the only woman he loved, even after 100 years.

**What happen when an immortal didn't know he was immortal? After living for almost a century, he still looked like he was 25. So, he thought maybe... maybe he was a freak, a victim of human experimentation during Hitler's time. Growing up, he came to hate humans and their fondness for war and destroying nature. He swore to one day rule the world and decide on which humans got to live. In his book, 'only the good, the strong and the intelligent should live'.

***The wealthiest tycoon was an immortal who was raised in the ivory tower by his overprotective parents. One day he decided to go undercover as poor photographer to make friends with regular people. Alas! Scheming people tricked him to sleep with the most notorious golddiger in Berlin whose only goal in life was to marry a wealthy and powerful man. When she was pregnant with his child, the undercover tycoon wanted to take responsibility but still pretending to be poor. Will he finally let her know that he was wealthy? Why was she so adamant to marry a wealthy and powerful man?

THIS BOOK HAS 3 DIFFERENT STORIES. They are connected, but you can read them as standalone.

1. The Alchemist
2. Aleksis & Prince Siegfried
3. Secret Identity


Volume 1 has fluffy romance, Volume 2 has action/adventure, Volume 3 has comedy, and Volume 4 is a revenge/redemption drama.

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Frustration had Nao grumbling back to the women's tent. How was she supposed to understand him? She didn't even know what language he spoke.

She dropped the empty basket by the entrance but didn't go in.

Instead, only moments later, she was inside father's tent. He was still up, writing in his proud, elegant hand.

"Twice in a day, Nao," father said, not even glancing up.

"Father, where is Gyuri from?"

His dark eyes lifted, then. "Interested in the stranger, are you?"

Nao swallowed. "If we want to communicate, it would be good to know what language he speaks."

"Very true. However, I don't know the answer."

"May I borrow a map?"

The General waved to a stack of rolled parchment. "The one with a green ribbon."

"Thank you, father."

Back to Gyuri's tent went Nao. The huge man had his hand on the tent flap, but he paused when he saw Nao returning.

Feeling like a terrible hypocrite, Nao tapped on her chest with her free hand. "Nao."

Though he didn't smile, his eyes closed partially. "Nao."

Inexplicably, her name in his round language had terror streaking through her.

His hand went to his chest. "Goraidh."

"Goyuri."

He laughed, brightening his eyes and shocking Nao. His hand stayed on his muscled chest. "Gohr-ee."

"Goyori."

He chuckled, rich and deep, and took a step toward Nao, lifting one finger. "Gohr."

"Goru."

He licked his lips and ducked down so he could look straight into her eyes. "Gohrrrr."

She sucked in a breath. "Gohrrrrr!"

He nodded and lifted a second finger. "Eee."

"Eee."

"Gohr-ee."

"Gori."

His wide grin had Nao short of breath. He nodded once and sighed as though relieved as he straightened to his full height.

Everyone had been mispronouncing his name! 

Encouraged, Nao unrolled the map and tapped Japan. "Nao. Nihon."

"Japan." He pointed to his tongue.

Nao nodded, thinking she understood. "Gori?" She held the map out for him.

"Goraidh. Ah-la-pay." He pointed.

"Sukottorando?" Nao pointed at her tongue.

"Nn." He pointed at his tongue with two fingers and wiggled the second. "Scotland."

Nao held two fingers up, a question on her face.

He held up his first finger. "Gaelic." Second finger. "English." He wiggled that finger, brow furrowed.

So he knew Gaelic first, and English but not as well.

Nao smiled. This was working!

Gori's pale eyes widened on her face. Then they narrowed as he smiled back.

The night was silent, making Nao remember how late it was. Other than the men on night watch, she and Gori were the last ones out. She hastily nodded goodbye to Gori, rolled up the map and returned it to her father's tent.

The General didn't look up from his scribbling.  "What did you learn?"

"Gori is from Scotland. He speaks Gaelic and English."

"Hmm. I know nothing of Gaelic. But..." He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a small book. "I was given this primer years ago, when I had hoped to learn English. Alas, my head is too full of Japanese, Chinese, Korean... Western tongue proved too difficult for me."

Father's eyes were curious as he held the book out for Nao. She had never studied any language but Japanese. Surely someone else should be responsible for communicating with Gori. Yoso, perhaps.

Yet, she stepped forward and took the thin book from her father.

"Does he interest you, Nao?"

Nao is a quiet, well-behaved, young woman, working hard to maintain the warrior camp of her father and brother.

Gyuri is the warrior responsible for saving the men of Nao's camp. He's huge, strong, and doesn't speak the language.

He seems to have no interest in the women in camp.

Except Nao.

After their plane landed on Arizona's airport, Arion took out his phone from his pocket then searched the answers to the four questions that D asked him that he had no clue with.

Prime Minister when the Second Reform Act was passed in 1867. The 14th Earl of Derby.

Which monarch perished at Sauchieburn. James II of Scotland.

Where is Emperor Akbar's tomb. Sikandra.

The first integrated circuit, the forerunner of the CPU, was used in: a programmable business calculator.

Damn. That D is no joke! Well, except if its about mobile phones. 

They all went down the plane and took their luggage. 

D turned to Elaia and said, "Do you need a ride going to the Grand Canyon? I know specifically where Arthur is located. It's much more convenient for you two to come with us."

Elaia nodded then turned to Arion, "Is it okay with you to go with them? If it's not we can decline their offer."

Arion replied, "No, D's right. It's more convenient to join them since I think they know the place better than we do." Even if he hates to admit that D is getting an edge towards winning Elaia's attention, his main priority can't be swayed that easily. And that is to find a cure for Elaia. Nothing else matters most than that. For now.

Elaia then asked D, "So what are we going to ride in order for us to get there?"

Vainos then appeared at the left side of D and said, "Let's wait for Akira. She said that she'll be the one to fetch us here." 

As if on cue, a very grand limousine halted in front of them. 

"Don't tell me this is our freakin' ride?!" Elaia questioned.

"Let's just say Akira is kinda a show-off queen." Akila said then chuckled. "And nothing less than the best for the king right here." Then he pats D's shoulder.

Elaia rolled her eyes, but still was amused about the grand entrance of this luxurious car in front of her. 

Then they saw a woman walked out of the limousine. The woman wears a summer dress, sunglasses, and sneakers. Her blonde hair was up until her shoulders only, her skin was perfectly tanned, and she has blue green eyes which looks kinda familiar. 

Elaia looked towards Akila. Yep. That's why Akira's eyes look familiar. It was the same as Akila's. 
 
"So... You two are somehow related right?" Elaia said while pointing to Akila and then to Akira. 

"Unfortunately, yes. He's my little brother." Akira said.

Akira. Akila. Wow. Their parents were reaaaally creative with their children's names. Note the sarcasm.

"Hey! I'm not little anymore! I'm a grown up man! I even have six-pack abs! Wanna see it?! Huh?! Huh?!" Akila said in a mocking tone.

Akira snorted and said, "Oh yeah?! Then explain to me why you still don't have a girlfriend!" 

Ooops. Below the belt! 

Vainos laughed out loud and said, "Oh no! Call 911! Someone's manly ego needs immediate medical attention!"

Help me God of heaven to survive this trip and restrain myself from strangling my sister. Akila prayed.

Then Akila remembered.

Fuck! I was serving Lucy and not the Man above. 

Kill me now! 

Double Fuck! I'm immortal!

Elaia is a sickly woman, in her journey on figuring out the exact date of her death so that she can prepare her loved ones, she met Death himself. 

What if Death's first love is someone he doesn't want to die? Oh, the irony.

A fiber of connection from miles away...



Our places on this earth are divided by oceans setting us apart from one continent to another. Several countries speaking several languages to understand each other. People with several cultures and beliefs. Different personalities and opinions.

In this chaotic world, we live in called real life we search for a place to escape from that reality. To be accepted as who or what we are. We have found that in the music we sing. In the books, we read. In the movies we watch. In the places, we travel and visit. Everywhere in which we get inspiration to face reality head-on.

We write stories or poems to inspire others, reading the words we weave from our own world. For some of us, it is simply an escape from reality into a world in which we can use our imaginations to dream make-believe or to live our secret fantasies or just plain be creative.

Getting on the web gives us more ways to share and get connected to other people with the same kind of thinking from across the ocean. Some of the people we meet along the way give us reasons to smile again. It's where we become friends, get to know them well, and get so close that we even trust them enough to share our own greatest fears.

I was a living a kind of living death when I found solace here on Stories Space. A place to write, camouflaging my hatred and sadness from myself when I was reading all the poetry and fictional fantasies created by the writers. I found another escape from reality and indulged in reading.

My feelings from my own troubles in life had made me feel so empty that only through laughter and reading could I be free and somewhat whole again.

I made my own heaven in purgatory.

A friend told me to write down all of my pains and troubles in poems or stories. Another friend of mine told me to be fierce in my poetry writing. I found friends who helped me give my own life a reason to continue living again through writing.

Writing makes me calm every time my mind gets into a panic mode. The pains and the fears of the unknown are my muses for writing.

When I met someone who understood me and made me feel needed and loved my poetry changed its tune. It made me think of happy thoughts. I got inspired by the things I saw and the happy memories of my childhood that I could write about.

Painful memories and realities were always there and so I wrote about them from time to time.

When that someone left me I continued writing. The same inner muse I had gained I used to keep on writing.

Then, out of nowhere, I got to know you. I became happy again. This time I got even more inspired and more creative, experimenting with my writings.

I set aside my shyness and reservations to write creatively. I still can't overcome some of my shyness and reservation but I am blooming, inspired by you.

You became my muse.

The man in the moon. The stars in my darkest hours. When at night I can't sleep thinking of you calms me to sleep.

The sunshine after the heavy storm. Where all the dead trees come to life again. That keeps me warm when everything gets chilly.

My own little heaven in my real life purgatory.

Writing...

Rune's Prose & Poetries

LUCID DREAMS

my wandering crazy mind is just doodling in the sands...

it's just me ...this is a collection of my amateurish writings of poetry, short stories, and prose...

These are all short stories compilation a different story per chapter.

WARNING: Adult contents, please be advised that you're reading EROTICA


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
RuneMcGrey
Copyright©2014-present

All writings remains MEG Cabingan a.k.a. RuNe also known as runemcgrey's property.
Don't use it for any other purposes without her permission.

Sprawled across 3 seats with his head resting on top of  his bag, was a sleeping Seamus. He was brought out of his dreams, due to the bus driver's shaking. " Hey, Kid wake up!, last stop, Leeds"

Seamus jumped up straight with a fright and started patting himself down and touching his face, only to notice, the bus driver was giving him a puzzled stare " bad dream.....Thank you for waking me " 

"Aye" The driver shook his head and walked off the bus, followed by a fumbling half-asleep Seamus. 

{Gate 3 - For the 13:10 from Leeds to Scotland….. For the 13:10 , Leeds to Scotland,  proceed to Gate 3  }

After getting his bearings and finding the taxi rink at the station, he could only see one taxi waiting. " Where you heading lad?"  The driver looked back using his rear-view mirror,  seeing a young  man climb into the back, with a rucksack. 

Seamus started rummaging through his bag, past endless amounts of papers and some notebooks. " ah!" He pulled out a printed PDF page with the venue details. " Can you get me to L52 1DG, St Bernard Street" 

" Sure thing... You're here for the festival too? " 

" Uh ...Yeah, I'm performing as a supporting act, How did you know?" Seamus replied as he was organising his backpack. 

" I've taken quite a few people there today ... performer you say, any tunes I've heard before?...you got a little Scottish twang in your voice, you from Scotland? My miss's is Scottish" 

'Damm, a talker ' Seamus slumped back into the seat and conversed with the driver along the way to the venue.

....

" Ah, lad there's a massive traffic jam,tch.. this must be one hell of a festival " 

Seamus looked out the window, to see convoy of cars wrapping around a corner, that was hidden by bushes and set of chain linked fences. 'Is this a prison' 

"Yeh…. I think so" Seamus could his heart beat pumping a bit faster 'My first performance in this world… I've got to make this good' 

An orchestra of car horns accompanied Seamus and the driver, as the taxi nugged along for the next 20 minutes. Seamus could only watch the rate climb up to nearly  £20, he could hear his wallet screaming. 

" Sorry Kid, I'm gonna have to drop you off here, I've got bookings to hit .... " 

'Thank god' The taxi driver dropped Seamus off, outside the chain linked fences. Strapping his rucksack over his shoulders, he watched the driver struggled to leave the convoy, as multiple RV looking buses were going the opposite way.

'I need to get one of those'  Seamus started walking down the pathway, past rows of disused industrial site buildings, some had parts of the roof missing or were tagged with graffiti, ' Is this were I die... damm, all this for 15mins' he gingerly kept following the traffic jam around the windy road, whilst avoiding meeting the weird stares directed at him, from the people inside their cars.

'Who puts a festival in an area like this!' After 20 minutes of walking, Seamus finally came around the corner and was greeted by the site of black massive stand with the words 'WEMX' plastered on the side in purple, and a large row people lined up next to black gates getting their tickets checked.

Seamus walked around the rows of people, to the area where the RV's where leaving and parked. He walked to a black t-shirt man with an organizer tag plastered on his shirt.  " Hey, my name is Seamus Meonch, I am a support act, under the name Moench" He pulled out the paper prints showing his performer details. 

The man stepped away with the paper from Seamus whilst talking into a walkie-talkie before returning " That's all good, just walk past those barriers, turn left and you'll come up to the performer area, there's other guys already in there… we are bit understaffed, so I can't take you there myself" 

Seamus followed the organizers instructions ' Where is everyone' as he walked he was unable to find any other 'Organizers' around this area, only a few security guards walking around. As he turned left and walked past black curtains, he came into a medium sized room that had a few artists walking around. It was filled with speakers boxers, audio equipment and all sorts,  with stairs that signaled to staging area. 

The other artists didn't pay any attention when he walked in, Seamus could only find a speaker box to sit on, after reading the set timings that was next to the stairs. He pulled out his laptop wanting to recheck his music list for his set. 

As he let out a yawn before starting, his eyes caught a group of three guys dressed in leather studied outfits practicing away in a corner, with black and white face paint. His eyes opened wide and his jaw extended to the floor. ' Is that KISS?' 

His puzzled face didn't change as he kept looking at the group and booting up his laptop ' Do I know any KISS songs?' Seamus started trying to hum a tune and pulled out a notebook from his rucksack and started a writing score. 

….

{ Outside the WEMX venue }

More and more People had begun lining up to queue at the festival entry gates, the grass had become mud under the feet of the crowds, but smiles could be clearly seen on their faces as they chatted and waited to get their tickets checked.  

Near the entrance was a group of four casually dressed waiting like the rest. 

Group member 1:  "Hey doesn't this place look understaffed compared to InTWO festival last year?" 

Group member 2: " Yeah but who cares! TenCairo are playing!"

Group member 3: " Sorry to kill you man, but TenCairo have pulled out! Checked their BlueBird" 

Group member 2, quickly pulled out his phone and scrolled to the TenCairo, BlueBird page  and read aloud to his friends  ' To all our fans, due to a dispute with the WEMX Festival organizers, we have had to cancel our act, we want to apologise to all our TEN's who travelled to LEEDS! We will look to make it up to all of you  '

Group member 2 looked at his friends with a look of disbelif  " What the fuck is shit! Na i'm going home!"

Seamus dies standing, Seamus wakes up standing. 

Now living an alternative life with a unique system, and missing some of the comforts and stars of his old world.

How will Seamus survive. 


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Inspired by what I've read, so expect some similarities with other stories

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I'd like everyone to know that things may get confusing.

This fanfic creates a separate timeline from the original version.

Things could either be the same as the movie or comics or completely unacceptably different.

Apologies beforehand if it's not to your liking.
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Previously on Spartan in marvel....
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Shit happened.... and by shit I mean Tony got to have sex with pepper and The spartan was unfortunately forgotten....,,,,,,,... or was he 
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Early in the morning Pepper pots had just woken from great sex unfortunately she had a corporation to run so off she went picking her clothes off the floor and heading to the bathroom to wash the cum off her body.
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on her way back up stairs she ran into something hard and nearly fell that is until she was caught in a cold metallic grip looking up she had to fight almost screaming as she saw the spartan that she had forgotten about.

"GOD!!!! DONT Do that". slowly Pepper had come to acknowledge the fact that she hadn't exactly put on her clothes just yet and the ones that she was using to cover herself with tumbled down toward the floor like a world war 2 bomber blown out of the sky.

Back to Pepper she was currently blushing up a storm helped back to her feet by the Spartan Pepper quickly picked up her clothes, giving the spartan a good view of herself, and ran off upstairs away from the Spartan not saying a word.

Once Pepper reached her room she closed the door behind her falling backwards onto the door breathing a little bit harder her face was flushed red she felt a heat resonating from her.

...(Peppers thoughts).'did i just bend down and make a show on purpose, Come on Pepper what are you doing well what aren't we doing I mean if Tony can have sex with who ever he wants why cant I.'

Shaking her head she quickly went to the bathroom to wash up.

Back with Tony the dude was just getting up and was quite satisfied with the sex, speaking of sex he slowly recalled that he still had a reporter to 'TALK TO'.

Getting some pants on Tony was also heading up for a quick shower walking up stairs and passing by the spartan he simply said morning and walked straight forward to his room.

The Spartan just staired at them not really saying much except for heading to his room and removing his armour so he could take a shower.

(I guess its shower central I dont know why Lol)

After everyone was freshened up Tony called for 118 as he had a meeting to get to with the rest of the avengers.

After fixing up his portable iron man suit..............

............ READERS I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE.... i have not been updating frequently. im under a lot of pressure im close to being droped from my early college highschool. on the bright side if i am dropped im more likely to spend more time . writing my fanfics and novels. i may upload a paterons so as to make this a full career. during the last couple of days i have broke my ipad and my phone losing access to webnovel for a bit and losing access to discord.  im curently borrowing a laptop so i guess ill see how it goes i cant help but get super tired out by these mundane scenes like i can barely read them and writing them is even more unbarable. its ironic because i hate writing and reading and im terrible at writing yet im striving to be an author. i guess i just got tired of not being able to read something i wanted to read and resorted to creating it instead.   so this is probably a glimps of the next chapter. umm so im super unsure about the future there goes my associates degree in biology. also im sick so im missing valuable days of education that isnt helping my dire situation as i have like 4 college courses along with my highschool courses intotal i have probably like 12 or 14 coursrs im taking. and im probably heading to school today as i already missed a day yesterday for being sick im still sick but probably not sick enough to miss another day. well its 1:56 and im gonna go back to watching Hotel Beau Sejour until i pass out from exuastion.

His name is Jackson 118 of the Spartans 2 program. He will be forced into a world not his own. Must use his spartan training to overcome obstacles that he will face.

um I dont own halo or marvel

I like to think the spartan is my own creation but like it's more like a creation of the people so I hes publicly available for use any one can use him please do and give me a shout out I'd love to hear about other stories https://discord.gg/uVvkXwy 

that should still be available contact me I may respond I prefer snap but oh well

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