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?

365 days, 365 scenes.
Battles among supreme beings.
Poems about losing love.
Dragons showing mercy.
Kids stumbling upon magic.

This journey involves my answering of 365 creative writing prompts in a desperate bid to overcome my laziness.
The prompts come from https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/ and I write one a day.

THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW: I've gotten over the majority of my laziness. I'm unlikely to update this much. It's pretty much complete. The novel I'm working on is Dark Seas Leading Demise

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.

"Theo, you decide," Said Megan giving him her evil glare with a cold smile.

Theo looked at Sophia and Rose and saw the exact same thing. Evil glare with a cold smile.  A cold silence fell on Theo, it pressured him to his core. His heart was squeezed and his throat was choked.

"Umm can you stop with the glare, it kinder hard to think when I feel deaths grip. Well how's about we make this a group project" Said Theo


"Go on" Said Rose



"From what I know you guys are highly respected within the community but I think you guys are just stepping too far out of your ability but if we do it together there shouldn't be a problem" 


"What's that supposed to mean!"  Said Megan angrily 


"Okay, first of none of you have a single bit of knowledge when it comes to hacking. I could teach you but I'm gonna be busy for the next few weeks. So here's my idea. We write the story from four different views. Three of them will be victims of misused power. That's you guys by the way. The fourth one will be the hacker who runs into you guys characters or knows of your problem and helps you. I'll write the hacker point of view. Get creative with the trouble they experience. Our novel will most likely be along the lines of a thriller but we can fit in some romance if you want. What do guys think, wanna try it?" Said, Theo 


The girl's eyes were showing a visible twinkle before they started shaking violently and shouted "Yes!!"


Sophia being the original fan of Theo's writing excitedly grabbed his shoulder and said seriously "please consider giving up on being a star and become a full-time author"


"errm Nah, I'm good but if it makes you feel better I do have a few fairy tale stories that I have in mind to publish" Said Theo


"Okay, but please don't cast away your talent" Said Sophia desperately


Theo nodded and looked at the other and said "Okay let's go downstairs and begin planning our story"


They sat on the circular table planning out their story with snacks and leftovers from last nights dinner. They spent 4 hours planning before Rose and Sophia had to leave to pick up their kids from school.


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Pov Theo


The whole way through our planning I could sense Megan giving me the evils. I was pretty certain it's because of the kiss. It might seem surprising but with [Serene Heart] I can understand peoples emotions to a certain degree. During her glaring stare, I felt a mix of emotion that consisted of anger, love, worry, fear and frustration.

So as soon as Rose and Sophia left I decided to make my feeling clear as it's not fair to allow her to continue suffering from her chaotic emotions because of me. I've read that it can really damage a person's mentality if it continues I also have to do the same for the others although their emotions seemed to be more stable compared to Megan's.

Waving goodbye to Rose and Sophia I close the door behind me and stare deep into Megan's brown eyes. 

I grabbed her hand gently and say "We need to talk" 

Her face turns red as she nods in agreement. I then dragged her to the seating room where we sat on the big sofa facing each other.

"About the kiss, I'm sorry. . ." I said 

Megan clearly misunderstood and shook her head while replying "No it's fine it was an accident" 

She then pulled her hand away from mine but I grabbed it again.

I've seen this type of thing happen in a lot of animes, movies and shows but to think it would happen to me. Well, I won't allow the misunderstanding cliche to happen.

"No it wasn't an accident *Sigh* I'm sorry because I kissed you before telling you my feelings. The truth is I've known how you felt since our last week in England so once again I'm sorry for always ignoring how you feel. I don't expect you to forgive me but can you let me get a few things off my chest first" I said 

She nodded quietly while her eyes began to build up a thin layer of tears.

*Sigh* "Okay, Megan I like you but your not the only one, I also like Rose, Sophia and Liz. This is probably the worst confession you'll ever hear but I just want to be honest and have you not be blinded sided by how dumb my actions are in the future" I say with a shaky voice

Megan tears continue to flow as she threw a fit "You asshole! I've waited so long for this moment and you ruin it by mentioning other names. You piece of shit" 

She then threw a punch directly at my face, I accepted it without the slightest thought of moving. It landed on the square on my mouth causing a cut to appear on the lip. 

She then grabbed her fist in pain and said "You bastard how's your face so strong. You had me thinking you were dense but no you were just coldly ignoring me. I should beat you dead for how you treated my feelings, you big Idiot but I must be a bigger idiot cause all I want to do now is forgive you"

She then threw her self at my chest and continue to cry. I wrap my arms around her, letting the tears to be soaked up by my shirt and hope to calm her down.

 All I could hear was her sobbing and her quiet mutters "Asshole. . . bastard. . . ."


About 5 minutes later she stopped crying and looked up at me from my chest. I give a warm smile and lower my head to plant a kiss. Nothing fancy or lewd it. Just a simple touch of the lips that had a lasting effect on me. I sneak my tongue passed her lips. my actions suddenly become instinctive 

I would like to think I'm a natural but from a third person point of view, I probably look like I'm trying to eat her face. We stop for a breather before staring vacantly into the eyes of each other.

I try to continue but Megan's hand came out of nowhere and blocked my attempt and said "We will continue when you make your feeling clear to the others, Okay" 


I smile in response and say "Yeah, you're right but are you really okay with this?"


Megan shows a sad smile and said "No, but the reality is you're going to be the biggest star the world will ever see maybe even be the richest. So the chances of there being only one woman for you are slim so I might as well take a spot while I still have a chance"


I hug her tighter in my arms and say "I'm sorry"

She shook her head and said "It's fine but can we stay like this for a little longer"

 I then lean back on the sofa with her still in my arms and cuddle like a normal couple just talking to each other.

Warning: Harem, system, slow-paced, CRINGE and system with a bad personality. 

This has been dropped. This is my first novel which had a lot of problems from the pacing, power scale and grammar. Read knowing that it has no end.

To be a star is a simple Idea but to turn a boy that's been secluded from Society into one is much more difficult. Even if you took on his body you still felt his anxiety, insecurity and more. It's slow but worth it.

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Authors Note: The novel you are about read contains strong language and some vivid sexual content
 
The Mc is beta at the start as he is a character that suffers from anxiety due to his upbringing. Although it did take 23 chapters for the Mc to show visible growth that's just due to my naturally slow pacing.

Don't expect too much, especially since this is my first time writing a novel. It's also best not to take seriously as I am just writing for fun and to just something to do on my downtime 

This novel will share a lot of similarities to other novels that I particularly love and mostly because I lack originality but it will be in my style.

UPLOAD SCHEDULE
Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday

"Did you hear?" Alya asked as she walked up to Marinette.

"Hear what?" Marinette seemed to be oblivious to the latest news.

"Adrien wouldn't be able to be in school today" she looked at Marinette, waiting for her outburst.

"Whaa?.. why?.. oh no" Marinette finally replied, hanging her head low in despair.

"Don't sweat it girl, he's only gone for a day" Alya nudged her on the ribs.

"Is he alright?" Marinette couldn't help but worry.

"He's in England as we speak, for some photoshoot" Alya replied using air quotes.

"And you know, how?" Marinette wondered why she hadn't heard.

"Nino, duh!" She brought out her phone, flashing the text to Marinette, "see, it plainly said-" 

"He's in England for a photoshoot" Marinette sighed, "let's get to class, we wouldn't want to be late".

🍭🍬🧁🍧 🍫

"Alright class, I would be grouping you all in pairs for a project, this project is to be finished by the end of tomorrow as the best will be chosen to be presented to Mr Agreste" Miss Bustier said in a loud voice.

"Miss Bustier?" Alix raised her hands, "Who's going to wear our creation?, What's it based on?".

"I thought you'd ask that" Miss Bustier nodded, "well as we all know, Mr Agreste's brand are worn by his son Adrien, he organized this project to test your creativity, so get creative!!" She said enthusiastically. 

Miss Bustier brought out a note pad, flipping a few pages, she read: "Alix you're paired up with Sabrina-".

"You've got to be kidding me!, Why doesn't she get Chloe, they are sort of friends after all" Alix facepalmed. 

"It'll be a wonderful time with you Alix" Sabrina said ignoring her partner's frustration.

"Kim you're paired up with Max-"

"Yes!" They said in unison, fistbumping.

"Rose you're paired up with Juleka-"

"Yay!" They hugged.

"Nathaniel you're paired up with Marc" they shyly smiled at one another.

"Kagami you're paired up with Chloe-"

"That's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous" Chloe said in her high-pitched voice, she looked over Kagami who had a stoic expression not saying a word, "Ugh!, I'm so calling my designer" Chloe muttered.

"Ivan you're paired up with Mylène-" 

Mylène was the first to initiate the hug as she hugged Ivan's huge figure.

"Alya you're paired up with Nino-" 

Alya couldn't help but blush, Nino on the other hand had his hand at his head as he smiled nervously, it's not everyday you get paired with your boyfriend.

"Marinette-" Miss Bustier paused, "this can't be right?, I seemed to have omitted your partner's slot" she looked at those who weren't paired.

"Ha!, She's destined to be alone, poor Dupain-Cheng" Chloe mocked.

"Marinette, this is your choice; the are only two people who are unpaired besides you which are Luka and Lila" Marinette seemed to be in the spotlight.

"What will your choice be?" Miss Bustier asked, the classroom seemed awfully quiet as everyone waited for her response.

"I choose.." Marinette didn't like Lila but she seemed to fool everyone except her with her lies, Luka on the other hand was the best bet right now, "Luka" she finally replied.

"Alright, Lila you would have to carry out this project on your own since we are short of one student- Adrien, I hope you would be able to cope?" Miss Bustier asked.

"This isn't the first time I had to take up a project like this, the last one I did in Africa during my travels, I singlehandedly compiled a report on the marvelous structure of the Flame Lily" Lila lied with ease as she marveled her mates and teacher with her made-up adventure.

A little slip-up didn't go without notice from Marinette as she spotted Lila's phone behind her light up before dimming and going into sleep mode, She searched it out!  Why that cunning little-

"Well then, Let's be creative everyone, I know you would all marvel Mr Agreste" she finally dismissed everyone.

The sound of explosion could be heard outside Collége Fançoise Dupont as students hurriedly went to the window to get a glimpse of the commotion. 

"All students, stay away from the windows, there's an akumatized villan on the loose, take shelter in the hall" Mr Damocles voice could be heard through the speakers.

Marinette slowly slipped out of the crowd during the announcement towards the bathroom. "Tikki, this would be a very good time to transform".

"Tikki spots on!" Marinette called as a magical light surrounded her, transforming her into the Superheroine, Ladybug.

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"Ladybug!, I know you're out there" Sugar-Plum said in a singsong voice.

Ladybug watched the scene as she tried dialing Catnoir's comms line, No answer.

"What's wrong?" Ladybug was getting worried.

Or was it because of what happened last night?, No!, It was with Marinette, he wouldn't use that as an excuse to leave me out here alone as Ladybug!!

"Think, think" she jolted herself back to reality, "all you need to do is capture the akuma, it shouldn't be too hard" she began assessing the akumatized villain as she caused more damage to the city.

A familiar figure landed softly besides her, "Rena Rouge, glad you're here" she whispered.


"Where's Catnoir?" Rena Rouge asked.

"That's what I'm trying to find out" Ladybug tried his comms again, nothing!, "Let's try to focus on the villain, we'll find out what happened to him later, just hope he's safe"

"So what are we up against?" Rena Rouge whispered back.

"The akumatized villain is able to turn anything she zaps into confectioneries, her candy staff of who knows what-" Ladybug paused momentarily, "the akuma has to be in the staff!" She said a little too loudly drawing attention of the villain.

"Gotcha!" She turned in the direction of the sound, aiming at them.

"Oh no!, Watch out!" Rena Rouge called as she...

Ever wondered what happens if Alya were to join the team permanently as Rena rouge?

"Alya Césaire, you have been chosen to be in possession of the fox miraculous, I trust you would make use of this opportunity wisely. 

Be cautious, the possession of this miraculous could cause harm to your friends and loved one if Hawkmoth ever finds out your identity, do not for any reason reveal your identity to anyone, not even your friends and most importantly not your family, It's for the best. 

I'm very aware you film for your ladyblog therefore you'll be given an added feature in your flute during battle, which will enable audiovisual recording which could be altered in terms of height and scenes in other to edit our personal discussions out, while not giving away your identity. I believe this will be of help to you. 

You must guard your miraculous and your kwami at all cost, while not in use I'm sure you are aware of the camouflage mode which will make it easier to blend in. You must wear your miraculous at all times except in a dire situation that calls for removing or hiding it momentarily. As long as your miraculous is worn, your kwami will be with you at all times and remember your kwami needs to recharge her energy afterward as soon as you revert from your alter ego or want to transform within short periods of time". 

 Stay safe and be discreet, 
 Your friend & partner ?

As soon as I finished reading it, the paper disintegrated instantly "so much for taking a lasting memory of Ladybug's writing- which seem to look like a familiar handwriting ~where have I seen that writing? It looks more like-". 

~PS I don't own miraculous ladybug ? ✌

I would love if you could add this story to your reading list

Yougal Lucas Sinha's grandparents and Nia's grandparents were close friends. The two grandfathers' friendship dated back to their school days in the army school.They both served in the army. Nia's grandfather was only for a few years in the service and soon left the army due to an injury in one of his leg. He enrolled himself in the law school and soon started practicing in the high court. Later on he joined the judicial service and retired as a high court judge. 

Yougal's grandfather, on the other hand joined the business world after he retired as an army Major, after completing the compulsory service of twenty years. He opened one of the most successful restaurant in the city. Later on he expanded his restaurant business and opened one more in the city and one in each of Shillong, Calcutta, Delhi and Mumbai. They were all under the name, 'Parampara', which was Tradition in Hindi. 

Though the two families were very close, Yougal Lucas and Nia never had a chance to meet each other as he studied school in England, civil engineering and management in Harvard. Nia heard a lot about him during the gatherings of the two families and also her own family was quite the fan of that golden boy. But never did she nourish any thoughts about the Glowing Star, as the two grandfathers nick named him. She was not the fangirl type. Drawing colourful imaginary painting about a certain stranger was not her idea of passing time. 

His father who already owned a construction company, expanded their restaurant business to hotels. Their hotels were all in the Metros and in popular tourist destinations like Goa, Ladakh, Manali, Kaza, Rhishikesh, Gangtok. The hotels in the north Indian Himalayan towns organized treks for the interested parties and organizing those activities had made the hotels more popular.

Those adventurous attractions like trekking in the mountains, camping in all the best sites of Leh Ladakh, Manali and Rishikesh, boating in Rishikesh were later addition by Yougal Lucas after he took over the hotel and restaurant business after his parents and grandfather's death. 

When Yougal Lucas took over the business after the tragedy that befell the family, he had to face lots of oppositions from the shareholders, as he was young, and had yet to complete his MBA, though he already was an engineering graduate. But Nia's grandpa was the one who stood by him and showed great faith in the young man. Yougal's family owned forty percent of the total shares. That and the nine percent shares Nia's mom and grandma had, helped him in the hour of his darkness. 

Nia was not interested in any of the achievement of a stranger. Those were the anecdotes filled her with by her own grandfather. He was all praise for the young man who took over a vast hotel empire and a construction company. But as the budding star student of management, Nia too admired the hard work and perseverance of that stranger, but she was more interested in pursuing her own career.

When she had just completed her masters in marketing and finance and applied for PhD, the man's grandmother brought the proposal for marriage and insisted that they should continue the friendship through the union of their grandchildren. She was only twenty one at the time. They wanted her to work at his company instead of doing PhD, so the two could get to know each other. Nia remembered the angry words she threw at her grandparents. 

"Look grandpa, you and my father carried your part of that friendship. My dad lost his life trying to save that man's parents. Now he need not embark on a mission to save me from my unmarried status. Furthermore, I dn't intend to be a decorative wife at his home while my hard earned certificates moulder."

"You don't talk sense. How will it moulder when you'll work for him." Grandpa was irritated. 

"Work for him? I'll decide who I work for? I won't be taking orders from him like a minion."

Nia had to bear with all the lectures that grandparents usually subject their grandchild to for their supposed good but she listened to all that with one ear which went out through the other. Nia asked her grandpa if the man was ready to marry her, a total stranger. According to her grandfather Yougal Lucas Sinha, that was the man's name, was a filial grandchild. 

"Ohh...a Harvard Business school graduate, still filial and ready to marry even a hippo to please a grandma. How filial of him!" 

"Yes, so unlike my dearest granddaughter. She thinks I'm selling her to the pirates." Grandpa faked being hurt, clutching at his chest. 

"Oh shit..."  Only then Nia realized that she had thought out loud. 

"And young lady, dn't you dare to use that kind of words." Grandpa admonished. 

"Come on, Dadu (grandpa), your Glowing Star Yougal must have come back from the States loaded with a  bagful of cussing words." She laughed sticking out her tongue at grandpa and winking at grandma.

Those happy days, all gone now thanks to a man who her grandfather stood by, fighting with the other shareholders, winning over them by pursuation or whatever it took to achieve that. He did not have to marry her, only she wished he did not act like a pathetic loser. If he rejected her when his grandma had asked him, Nia would not have been sad. On the contrary she would have blessed him.

Like those young heroines in Hindi movies, she did not start weaving romantic illusion about a certain Harvard returned handsome stranger, already at the pinnacle of success in the business world. No, Nia did not fall for the man. How could she, when she had exchanged neither a syllable nor a glance with that glowing star of her grandpa? She was no starry eyed creative young woman, writing a fairy tale in her head with a happy ending, about a Prince Charming and her. 

She was no damsel in distress waiting to be rescued, though the society she lived in thought of unmarried women as damsel in distress. She was not the one to weave sweet romantic love scenes when her engagement was finalized with a stranger. Nia wanted the freedom to do what her heart desired; do the PhD, teach, consult business, travel, manage the cafe, spend the weekends at the firm with her mom and grandparents. Maybe later on open a few more art cafes. But one person's single insouciant act made a change and that brought irrevocable changes in her life. 

'Yes,' Nia reminisced with a bitterness that had refused to go away in those more than five years. It had been buried under the silence she embraced about the past. A fury rose up in her like a powerful tornado. 

'I didn't exactly lie to Rhianna. We were to meet on a blind date set up by his grandma. But I was with my cousin Manikornika and his cousin Shakti.' She remembered how the other two girls were teasing her much to her discomfort. Nia wanted to finish this meeting and be done with it

Then Shakti nudged her with her elbow and pointed with her eyes to someone coming their way. Nia looked questioningly at her. "Bhaiya (brother)" Shakti had a wide smile on her face. Nia observed the man as she was at an advantageous position. He would not notice her because of a flowering shrub. He was very handsome, she had to admit that, and tall. Monikarnika whined that she could not see him because of some stupid big shrub. Shakti and Nia smiled at her for calling the shrub stupid. 

The girls' teasing escalated at that point. The man stopped in his track, took out the phone from his pocket and talked with someone. Then before the three pairs of astonished eyes he turned and left in his car. So that was how Nia had met her fiance. There was no introduction, no exchange of a single syllable, because he had to rush back suddenly. He did not bother to inform them or offer an apology.

'Why have I been experiencing a maelstrom of emotions ever since I met the devil at Rhianna's party? His arrival has only helped the bitterness to resurface. I want to block the chance of his second coming into my life.' Looking at the night sky from the balcony, Nia ruminated.

Five years ago Nirvana Sonowal and her family were humiliated without any logical reason by the rich, handsome fiance fixed by her grandparents. Yougal Lucas Sinha was the choice of her family, thrust upon her against her wish.
   
     On the day of the engagement he did not turn up to make it official. From being the center of envy and hidden malice, Nirvana who was better known as Nia, was reduced into a target of rude jokes and ridicule. Nirvana's grandpa suffered a cardiac arrest and died at the hospital. Her mother and grandma could not take the loss and humiliation, and embraced silence.

      In an instant Nirvana, the butterfly like fragile young woman was left alone to cope with disaster and loneliness. The man did not appear at the funeral of her grandpa, nor sent a word of condolence. He did not care to give an explanation for his actions. 


     Nirvana still appeared fragile like a butterfly but underneath that deceptive appearance lurked a woman who was mysterious and dangerous to play with. 
   

     Five years later she met him, the rich, handsome once upon a time her fiance Yougal Lucas Sinha, at the birthday party of her best friend. The only emotion Nia could sense in her was revulsion at the sight of the man and for him she had one description, the evil shadow from the hell who brought Death, gloom and agony to her life. She never wished to cross paths with that piece of bad omen, least of all at Rhianna's party.


     Yougal Lucas Sinha decided to pursue Nia and change her hate into love. Fate worked against Nirvana and his union. 'Maybe I contributed too, to the work of fate.' He lamented. Nirvana was lost to him, this time he was determined to fight for his chance of happiness with Nia. 



Photo model: Jennifer

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


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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.

I am sitting the game system, in discord...  I just need suggestions cuz my brain is closed... PLZ HELP!  
I finished writing the basics of the EXP system, and now stuck in the elemental system (almost done, but need some creative ideas!) 

After I finish writing the new game system, I will proceed with the re-write... so the more you help me, the faster I can start writing!  (Discord Link both in comments and in writer's note!)

Voidne is the unluckiest person in the world.  Just like his mother, he needs to work 5 times harder than normal people, just to achieve the same thing.

But one day the unlucky Voidne crossed through a wormhole by a mistake, that sent him into a parallel universe to occupy the body of the Voidne from that universe.

The new parallel universe was more advanced, and a new game was about to get released.  It was a VRMMORPG, that is going to be super popular.  Even companies were going to fight over occupying this game.

Voidne who was the unluckiset person in the world, is now the luckiest person in the world...  

See how Voidne's life will change!

I am a 13 year old who loves reading .I thought that I cold give a try in writing and here I am .Never expected anyone to read my book and Thank you to all who read it.I live in India so we have English as our first language so there won't be many grammatical mistakes.We have compulsory creative writing in English so all of us are used to writing lame stories.I know currently nothing much is happening in the story but I can assure that by the weekend the story will get interesting.

what if, your marriage was not your own choice

August 11th.

 Only one day left this afternoon until the Olympic closing.

 A thrilling bout was going to take place at Wembley Stadium in London.

 Brazil vs. Spain.

 Although Olympic football is not a major tournament, it has attracted considerable expectations and attention in that it is a game of pride in South America and Europe.

 Not surprisingly, fierce cheering matches were coming and going from the stadium at 2 pm.

 [I will decide whether Brazil will be able to defend the Olympic South American pride, or whether Spain, the European king, will be able to occupy the Olympic stage.]

 [Oh, the starting lineup has been submitted.  Let's have a look together.]

 The starting lineup, which was soon announced, did not exceed expectations.

 Spain, who did not spend much time in the Korean War, was able to build the perfect squad while maintaining the best condition.

 Brazil, on the other hand, was quite out of the camp in the semi-finals against England.

 [However, the starting lineup has been perfected.  It is expected that some players will lose a lot of stamina.]

 The Brazilian squad was strong enough to be considered a national team.

 In addition, Marcelo, Kaka and Thiago Silva, who joined the wildcards, were going to make the ground bright as they started.

 [I think I can advance to the quarter-finals even if I go to the World Cup with this squad right now.]

 [I think the same.  In fact, if you take Woo Woo-young apart, it's a much more powerful squad than Spain.  It's no mistake that Brazil has teamed up to win the Olympics.]

 That's why the expectations of Brazilian soccer fans were greater than I expected.

 Although the finals were declining in Spain, they did not die at all and conversely overwhelmed the Spanish cheering squad.

 It was not unfounded confidence.

 Rafael of United, Juan Jesus of Inter, Brenu Borges of Bayern Munich, Douglas Costa and Marcelo of Real Madrid, Oscar of Juventus, Alexander Pato and Kaka of AC Milan, Thiago Silva of Manchester City, Neymar of Santos  .

 Brazil, which includes a large number of young athletes in the top clubs, deserves confidence.

 [Great opening.  But personally, there is one thing Brazilian fans should keep in mind.  Woo Ho-young hasn't lost a single match since last season.  It's nice to want to win, but it's less disappointing if you keep that in mind.]

 [Are you convinced of winning Spain?]

 [Of course, in my opinion, not as a commentator.  There is no team that can beat Woo Ho Young's team in modern football.]

 Either way or not, the heat of support grew stronger and stronger.

 ""Neymar!""

 "" Wow! ""

 "" Kaka! ""

 "" Oh uh! ""

 Floating!

 Brazilian supporters were overwhelmingly Spanish supporters with drums, flags, and support tools.

 The heat flowed into the tunnel, heating the atmosphere hot.

 Tension that might explode right now.

 The players of both teams were nervous and standing in line with their hands sweating.

 But there was one player who looked very comfortable.

 "I have nothing to think about deeply.  You just stick a short pass in the midfield.  I'll help you with my lack. "

 "Thank you, Young."

 Woo Young.

 He wandered back and forth to pack players one by one.

 Spain's players were scared because they had less experience than Brazil, but Ho-young encouraged their courage and relieved some of the tension.

 It wasn't the end there.

 "As far as we go, Young is a celebrity.  No one knows. "

 Ho Young crossed the team and made friends with Brazilian players.

 "Dreadful guy.  Should I do this? "

 "right.  Bad guy."

 "Huh.  But it's so nice to see you. "

 Douglas Costa, Brenu, Oscar and Marcelo.

 Ho-young shook his tunnel atmosphere by foolingly greeting his former colleagues who had played together in Brazil as a child.

 It was a chance to relieve tension even for the Spanish players who were tense next door.

 Then up to Kaka.

 "It's like a dream to be with you on this stage."

 "I am."

 "No, I want it to be a dream."

 "I felt a lot of jokes."

 "haha······."

 Kaka, who was appointed captain of Brazil, threw four goals in the tournament despite the age of 30.

 The same was true for the club.

 He was writing a history of AC Milan with a steady performance.

 A few years ago, what didn't go to Real Madrid served as a god.

 'I can covet football prince (T).'

 As well as Kaka's talent, there was one player who must be coveted.

 "Neymar.  I'm counting on you."

 "I am."

 The future of Brazil.

 He is currently receiving love calls from many big clubs, and he has been waiting for this day more than anyone else.

 Because there was something to pay back Woo.

 There was a strange nerve war between the two.

 If the desire to win is not two people who are second to none.

 Since then.

 The heat inside the tunnel has bloomed again.

 And the game started soon.

 Axis was back to Spain.

 Soon, Ho Young, standing on the center circle, looked up to see the sky of London.

 Cloudy clouds are lifted and hot sunshine descends the stadium.

 'It's the last.'

 Perhaps the biggest achievement you can achieve before the World Cup.

 Olympic gold medal.

 'Let's enjoy today.'

 At the time of strengthening mentality.

 Beep!

 A signal to announce the game rang.

 Brazil, Neymar and Douglas Costa, who formed the 4-2-3-1 formation, were on both sides.  Kaka was used as an attacking midfielder in the middle.  Sandro and Oscar competed in the midfield.]

 Spain also focused on gaining share by building the most confident 4-3-3 formation.

 Paperwork.

 It was the opposite of Brazil, which emphasized speed and rhythm.

 [The flow of the stadium is split in half exactly.  Brazil wants to accelerate the tempo, and Spain wants to expand gradually.  The game is still tight.]

 widely!

 Brazil has raised the tempo to the maximum with its unique rhythm.

 [Brazil exerts strong anterior compression.  The struggle to get the ball begins.]

 [Oscar!  Approaching ISCOS from behind!]

 [Isco, turn the ball to Jesus Navas who is hesitant!]

 Oscar no longer focused on attacks as a child.

 When I met Ho Young, I learned how to sacrifice for my team, and actively participated in defense, so I grew up to be a good player.

 The same was true for Brenu, who is looking for a central defense.

 [Brenu's tackle!  It was a good personal defense!]

 Brenu completely blocks Jesus Navas' personal breakthrough.

 His time with Ho Young helped him grow.

 It was the same with Marcelo.

 [Brenu safely passes the ball to Marcel]

 [Attacking Marcelo and Juan Mata, try to overlap forward.  It's not the colorless word that is the best left fullback in the world.]

 Marcelo grew up forcibly after spending several years with Ho Young.

 Kaka grew up with himself while teaching his students.

 [2nd Line, Pass is delivered to Kaka.]

 [Kaka looks forward.  The ball that quickly connects to the side immediately.  Neymar receives.]

 [Very bitter pass.]

 Physically farther than before, Kaka is complemented by changing the style of play.

 Enough to play as a playmaker, he gave vitality to the stadium.

 And Neymar.

 [Neymar enters while tapping.  Cesar Aspiliqueta is facing you!]

 [Oh, it will pass!  It was a persimmon body fake!]

 He has endured severe training with the aim of reviving himself, and he has become a top prospect in the present world with more training than others.

 [Unexpectedly, Brazil is overwhelming!  If you make good use of this opportunity, you can lead to scoring!]

 [That's right.  Brazil is gradually increasing the line, raising the tempo.]

 As such, the Brazilian Olympic team has been very strong with Woo Woo-young.

 But there was a fatal weakness.

 If they grew, that means Woo Young also grew.

 No, compared to the growth of Ho Young, their growth was invisible.

 [Woo Young goes down!]

 When Ho-young, who was at the forefront, returned to the Spanish camp, the atmosphere on the field cooled off.

 Even the grass is like a breath of air.

 Ho-young wandered like a general sweeping through the battlefield and showed the essence of the defense.

 Philipp Lahm's defense control ability, Cannavaro's defensive positioning ability, Puyol's shooting blocking ability, Vieira's ball cutting ability, etc.

 Taking full advantage of all its capabilities, he greatly strengthened the Spanish defense.

 And.

 [Oh, decisive moment, Woo-young cuts off !!]

 'What was it.'

 Neymar, who passed a heavy pass, was stolen before he even turned his eyes.

 It happened before we knew what happened.

 It was then that the flow of the game, which favored Brazil, shifted.

 widely!

 Percussion!

 [Spanish counterattack!  Tiki Taka is saved!]

 Xavi Hernandez's "Sights Pass" and Franz Beckenbauer's "Creator's Creativity" (L).

 Both talents are a great match, bringing Spanish teamwork to the limit.

 Creative play began at that time, and the ball was delivered in less than five seconds.

 Percussion!

 [The ball goes back to Woo-young!]

 In front of the door.

 The ball was forwarded naturally just as it was.

 And at that moment.

 Cheongung!

 The goal net was shaken as expected.

 "downpour!"

 The goal was by Woo Woo-young.

 And once the game was upside down, it didn't even slow down until it was over.

 [gold medal!  Spain wins gold in London Olympics!]

 Won the second official tournament following Euro 2012.

 It was a very exciting moment for Ho Young to win the bronze medal during the Beijing Olympics.

 Talents, including the football prince (T), were also valuable rewards.

 "Ooh oh oh!"

 Hoyoung roared and lifted the championship trophy.

 In this way, all the world will know.

 There is an insurmountable wall in the world.

 So, London Olympic football ended successfully.

 Quite tritely, Ho-young's gold medal pose was featured in the newspaper the next day.

 And the next day after the London Olympics were closed, athletes, including Roh Young, returned to Spain.

 Gold reverberation.

 Ho Young, who returned to Spain with two gold medals, was to receive special rewards from the king, as promised.

 But I felt very strange.

 This feeling is neither uneasy nor frustrating.

 As if standing at the edge of a staircase, something seemingly incomplete was wrapped around the whole body.

 'Growth is almost over.'

 right.

 I could feel it.

 As a living thing, it was thought that I had reached my nose where I could reach it.

 Thus, no further progress was likely.

 However, it could go beyond the wall.

 All you need is time.

 That was the most important thing for Hoyoung now.

 And the years went by so fast.

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

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

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