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?

Embark on the journey of Joshua, a high-school boy who plays video games and watches cartoon porn to try and develop the cure for cancer for a questionable reason

I will currently be slow on writing cause of school and stuff. if you think the concept is cool and will be willing to make cover art for this novel it will be greatly appreciated

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Im sorry I am not the best at writing character bio but I am trying my best 
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Name: Anna Bear Myers 
Age: 16 
Gender: female
Date of birth: 5th Jan 2003 
Height:	short
Hair colour:	blonde
Eyes: blue

Background: Anna is a 16-year-old teenager who likes to play hockey and card games. 
She is creative and creative, but can also be very selfish and She is currently at school and she works at her family shop
Physically, 

Anna but otherwise in good shape. She is short with pale skin, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her father passed away 15 years ago, leaving her mother and her brothers , her mother to look after 

Hobbies: books, relaxing, card games, listening to music , art 

Favourite foods: dark chocolate, Chicken soup, pizza 
 
Parents: Matthew( her dead dad) and Mary
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Name: noah Baker 
Age: 15
Gender : male 
hair: brown 
Eyes: green
Hairstyle: short 

Background Noah is a 15-year-old teenager who enjoys listening to music and learning new languages. 

He is brave and bright, but can also be very rude and a bit boring And He is a Scared of dogs because of a past  event that involved a dog biting him and scaring his arm
Physically, Noah is in pretty good shape. He is average-height for his age with pale skin, black hair and red eyes.

Noah's best friend is Daniel and they like to play games and sometimes they draw

Hobbies: listening to music, learning new things, relaxing, 

Phobias: dogs and losing all his family and friends and to be the one to blame from their death 

Favourite foods: chocolate cake, donuts, chicken, pizza 

Parents : Rick and Sophia Smyth

Earth suffered the apocalypse and almost all human were turn into monsters or dead and our main character died and come back to save his family and friends.


Author note
This is my first story and I know it not that good

It all began the day before my father's death. I remember our last conversation as clear as day. I admitted to him my lack of confidence in my desired profession. I told him I want to become a writer but that I lack the ability to be truly creative. I lack the ability to see it in my mind. I just want to be an author and create something new and admirable. When I spoke of my worries to him, of my faltering conscience, he only laughed. It made me angry, but before I could speak on it, he spoke to me. 
"I know you, Gracie, and I believe you can do whatever you put your mind to." He held my hand and squeezed gently. As much as I knew he was trying to comfort me, it didn't help as much as I wanted it too. He's been telling me this my whole life. 
"I don't know, dad. I think I'm in over my head.  I want to live many different lives. I only get one chance at the one I have now and the only time I can really get out to the world and make friends and create things that others could never do is through words." Feeling tears come at this admission, I let go of his hand. He didn't look hurt and my irritation flared some. I have a slight temper problem sometimes. It can be an upsetting development in certain situations because nobody knows quite what to do with me. It's one of the other reasons I want to escape this world. I'm not sure I could really live with how people look at me. Disgust. Fear. Upset. The only people who ever understand me is dad, Timmy, and my mom. My dad is an old soul and very clumsy. He's always breaking stuff. Timmy is only a small child. Well, he was a small child. My mom is a very quiet person. Though when she does talk, she's a very chipper woman. I think I got my temper from my grandpa. He died about two years back, but I knew him well enough to keep my distance. 
"It'll all work out. I just know it will." Dad said to me. It was a small comfort, knowing I had his support. 
The next day, we ate dinner at the table together. Timmy was eating his Macaroni and cheese with his hands and sitting in his high chair. Mom hadn't realized what had happened until much later and I was locked inside my own mind, traveling around the depths and corners, still trying to distinguish and organize everything in there.
At first I thought the clump sound I heard was Timmy throwing his bowl again, so I paid no mind. I wish I could go back to my 13 year old self and tell myself to pay attention. Maybe it wouldn't have ended that way.
It's been fifteen years since that moment. I remember that distinct sound, that CLUMP! that ended all the normalcy of my life. It was a heart attack, we were told. I don't ever remember heart attacks ever causing someone to be in a coma for six years. Mom eventually gave up and signed the paperwork to pull the plug. He's gone now. They told us after his first examination that if we had gotten him to the hospital even a few moments before, he would have had a better chance at survival. It was all my fault then. Mom was hysterical and her first instinct was to run to him and hold his spasming body. How I couldn't even notice him right in front of me, having a seizure of some sort, I have no idea. I guess I was just too absorbed and too busy being selfish. 
I'm twenty eight now. I finished a four year college on literature, journalism, and the fine arts. I figured learning about creative things would give me some real creative ideas. After graduating, it was difficult to find a decent working job. I found a company called "If Life Was a Book" and applied there. The company was created specifically for aspiring authors. They allow me to write my stories there and have them edited and published. The more popularity, the more money goes into the company. It's only a new place, but I'm sure it will be prosperous. It's almost always half full in the main writing room. I find the typing on the keyboards to be pleasing.
I remember Timothy's reaction when I told him I finally found the perfect place to live out my dream profession. He was playing video games in his room and there was a girl in there. I honestly think he could do much better than that. The girl looked like a slutty hippie, with those really high Mexican style heels, the short, tight, shiny shirt and the lumpy skirt with soft looking fabric. She had her hair up messily and I realized what had occurred after a moment of thinking. There was even a used condom on the floor. 
When I told Timmy of my accomplishment, he barely said anything to me. I'm sure he heard me because he nodded in my direction. I learned later that the girl's name is Lizabeth, but most people just call her Beth. 
Mom's reaction was none too similar. Ever since dad was first induced into his coma, mom killed off her twenty two years of sobriety. She was always drunk. This time, when I came to her with the news, she just laughed at me. 
"Oh Grrracie, Gracc—," She laughed an amused laugh and stumbled forward a bit. "Do you really think he's cheering you on right now? No, he's not. He's wondering right this second as he watches his daughter just why he helped birth you. He wonders why you try SO hard to accomplish something you'll never be able to have. He would be ashamed to find you still groveling to everyone around you. He would be ashamed to know that you aren't even doing this for his family. Wouldn't it be sad if he knew why you're really doing this? How do you think he would feel if he knew you only work at that dumb company because you're still in denial that he's gone." She let out a snarky laugh. I've gotten used to this type of behavior from her. It's become almost normal. 
Before I know what's happening, I'm in her face, blood boiling and face scrunched up in anger. I huffed into her face.
"And I bet he's turning over in his grave watching you be such a wonderful mother." Sarcasm so strong it could break through titanium leaks out dreadfully. The words are cruel, I know, but I couldn't keep them in. Her eyes fill up to the brim with salt water. She slaps me, something I didn't see coming until I felt the burn on my face. She's seething. She's said all these things to me and when I get mad, she rages. I'm not even sure what she was expecting. I let out a dark, humorless laugh and walk out the room. 
I don't allow myself to cry as I leave that house. I needed to go back to my book. 
I've been working at the company for three years now. I've written a few books since then. Only two, but I never thought writing would be so time consuming. I wrote a book about a girl gaining special powers from her father who happened to be the King. She didn't know that until the end though. The other book was about a girl who is constantly being chased by her own nightmares and one day the Nightbringer welcomes himself into the dreams and turns them into reality. It was almost a reflection of my life. That was probably why it was such a successful book. "The Nightbringer," I called it. It was only so successful because it was very detailed and reflected my emotions. I had to add the story of my life in the acknowledgements if only to help people understand me better.
That moment three years ago was the moment I realized I couldn't stay in that house anymore, so I left without saying a word. It wasn't worth staying anyway. I got an apartment on one of the quieter parts of town. The city shuffled everywhere all the time, always moving. Maybe that's what kept the city alive. It doesn't matter though because I'm used to it by now.
I walk through the door of my home after a long day of tapping keys. I made it to about two hundred thousand letters today and my fingers ached. It was definitely more than I usually write. Even sticking the keys through the doorknob was difficult. My hands shook and it took a whole six and a half minutes to finally get the door open. My neighbor lended a hand after hearing me struggling with it and then walked back inside his apartment. Inside was cold. The cold air had been turned on this morning. I woke up sweating because of the heat and turned it on this morning. If seems as though I forgot to turn it back off again. It feels like a blizzard rolled in unannounced. 
I'm so stupid, I think to myself. Why am I such an idiot? And so forgetful? You'd think I'd have learned by now. Mistakes being made seems to be a habit I've had recently. I just can't help it. I've been trying to quit, but nothing seems to work. I sigh as I set down the keys. I'm so tired I could sleep for ages. It's a Thursday though, so I can't expect anything nice tomorrow except more writing early in the morning. I get paid tomorrow. I'm ready to hurry up and get these damn bills paid for and done with. Great. Just great. I've begun cursing in my own head. A humorless laugh escapes me. I seem to be having a good bit of those recently. What the hell am I supposed to do. 
I jump as I stand there. I hear a vibrating sound along with some sort of alarm and my heart skitters and jumps. Then I realize the buzzing and alarm sounds are coming from my phone. 
Once again, I feel a wave of self-totally-not-appreciation. "Yunoka" the ringer said. Yuno is my best friend if not my only friend. She's Japanese but definitely knows her English. She's taught me the basic of Japanese and I tend to educate her on Spanish sometimes which I took in high school. 
I press the green call button and bring the phone to my ear. As I do that, I begin removing my shoes. "Hello?" My voice is tired and I hope she doesn't notice. 
No such luck.
"Oh my goodnessers, Gracie, are you alright? You sound like someone just karate chopped you in the throat and then stole your voice, chopped that, too and gave it back in an unsuccessful surgery." I let out a rough laugh, and my throat was sore. Yuno can always make me laugh.
"Oddly specific." I mutter after my laugh.
"For good reason, girl, trust me. Anyway, I was calling to see if you could edit my article for the newspaper."
"You're still working on that thing? Don't you know that nobody reads those except old people?"
"Hey, one day we will be those old people reading these papers. Be respectful to your elders, Gracie because one day those elders could be you." I laugh again.
"Yes, ma'am." I joke. All of a sudden Yuno's voice is serious. 
"Gracie, on a more serious note, how have you been feeling? I know your mother isn't doing too well and Timmy is still being a man hoe and failing at life, so I want to know if you've been alright. You haven't been pushing yourself too hard, have you?" I don't have to think of my answer too long. 
"Have no fear, Yuno, everything is fine. As for my mom and Timmy, they've made their choices. I'm just caught up in work and deadlines right now although I definitely passed it today."
Yuno's voice is sincere: "I know, honey. Maybe you should take a leave of absence for a little while. You know, kind of relax. Take a deep breath and think about things. I know how you can be sometimes. It can't possibly be healthy." Now I just really want to end the call. I hate talking about serious stuff. It bothers me on a very severe emotional level. 
I have always told Yuno that my home life isn't something I like to talk about so hearing her talking about it to me like it's some normal thing we do all the time is annoying. 
"Yuno." I reply sternly. "Good night. I need sleep. It's the only relaxing I'm going to get anytime soon." 
I swiftly end the call and take a shower. The water on my back is more relaxing than any lousy breaks. My work is what keeps me sane and alive. Yuno doesn't understand me at all. I'm still going to try to fit in editing her article into my schedule, but I'm still not happy about her intrusion on my personal life. 
I hurry out of the shower and into my bed. It's definitely not the most comfortable thing in the world, but's it's better than home. No, I tell myself. This is my home. 
But in my mind, a distant saying circles my brain and hounds my thoughts.
"Home is where the heart is." 
I wish that were true.

Twenty-eight year old Gracie Pierce wants to be a writer. With her father dead, her mother as a drunk, and her little brother addicted to video games and girls, she has persistent urges to write if only to escape her home life. One day, Gracie is so captivated by her own story that she gets entranced and trapped by it and becomes a literal character inside her book. In order to return home to her family back in the real world, Gracie must become the hero of her own creativity. However, Gracie begins to wonder if she truly wants to leave the fantasy world at all; especially considering all that she has to go through in the real world. Warning: Not much romance here. Told from Gracie’s point of view. Support for this book is greatly appreciated. The more support is equal to the amount of motivation I have to continue writing! Thanks! :) (Light Fantasy)

Gun-Ho was having a beer with Jae-Sik at the security office in his company. It was all dark outside.
"You used to be very active in the literature club when we were in high school, and if I remember correctly, you also participated in making our school newspapers."
"Yeah, I did. After graduating from high school, I went to college in Seoul and majored in creative writing. It was not one of the top universities, but I had a good life at that time because I could do what I enjoy doing."
"That's right. I think I heard that you studied creative writing."
"I even won the annual spring literature contest after graduating from college, which was held by a newspaper company in a province. At that time I felt like I could rule the world. I wanted to get a job in a newspaper company, but I found a job at a publishing company instead."
"So you got a job where you can use what you learned in college and that was also what you liked to do with your life."
"As you know, a publisher is different from a factory like here. It was a small publisher with only three or four employees and it wasn't doing very well."
"Hmm."
"However, that publisher was publishing a few bestseller books at that time, so they could pay me even though it was not much. I met my ex-wife there too."
Jae-Sik's voice started shaking when he talked about his wife.
"Have some more beer."

"Sure."
Jae-Sik sipped his can of beer before he continued to talk.
"Did your wife work at the same publisher?"
"My wife was a poet. In order to make our livings, we both worked at the publisher as a freelancer doing proofreading and editing."
"Hmm."
"So we hit it off when we met. I was a chief editor at the publisher at that time. Unfortunately, the company could no longer find a good book that would generate enough revenue. Any subsequent books we published were sold less than 500 books at a maximum."
"Does it cost a substantial amount of money to publish a book?"
"Our company usually published foreign books. So it cost more than 10 million won to do the translation, editing, design and printing work."
"Wow, it does cost a lot."
"That company eventually had to close its business. I couldn't find a job in the field afterward because the publishing industry wasn't doing well at that time. So I made a living by doing editing. However, I don't know what happened to me; I guess I had to stay in the field doing editing even though I wasn't making much. But, instead, I opened a deep-fried chicken restaurant with a loan."
"Hmm."
"I put about 100 million won in that restaurant business including its premium. However, the restaurant strangely suffered from the beginning. Moreover, my wife became testy because of the customers who were rude and loud, and sometimes they harassed my wife, those low-lives."

"Hmm."
"She would have been able to take some stress that arose from the business if we were making good money. However, the business was suffering, and we were pressured by the creditors to repay the loan, on top of those abusive customers. My wife couldn't take it anymore. You know people who write like a poem, they are more sensitive than average people."
"Did your wife invest her money in the restaurant too?"
"She did. She took out the money from her credit cards here and there and invested 20 million won in the business. I also used my credit cards in addition to loan from a bank and put about 40 million won in the business."
"So, you started the business with your own cash of 30 million won."
"I had a severance pay of 5 million won that I received from the publishing company's president. He literally cried when he gave it to me. And I borrowed 10 million won from my mother. I used those 15 million won in addition to my own cash—another 15 million won."
"The debt was too high compared to your own investment fund."
"The debt grew like a snowball and we were behind our rent. It was that time when my wife eventually suffered a miscarriage of a baby; she asked me to divorce her."
"Whew. I had similar life experiences. You had a harsh time."
"I haven't heard from my wife for a while. She must still be suffering financially because of her credit card debt. She is probably having a hard life doing editing work."
"Hmm."
"When I eventually closed the deep-fried chicken restaurant, I was left with a debt of over 50 million won. I suffered for quite a while by the creditors before I became a person with a bad credit score."
"Why didn't you apply for rehabilitation?"
"I did. With rehabilitation program, I was supposed to pay off debts according to a payment plan provided by the court. I was paying a certain amount of money to the court every month for several months until the accident happened."
"An accident?"
"I was doing the editing work, but when I couldn't get enough work to make a living, I got a job in a delivery company. I think I worked there for about half a year until the accident. I was delivering a package and I had to make a quick delivery, so I made a U-turn where I was not supposed to do and then I hit a car that was coming from the opposite direction. I crossed the yellow line to make a U-turn. I guess something happened to me that day to cloud my judgment."
"Hmm."
"I am not good at physical work since I have always done office work like writing and editing. Moreover, I had a bad credit score. So it was really hard to find a job. I saw Jong-Suk working with machines and doing welding. He looks great. I know I can't do that kind of work."
"So, you have 50 million won debt in total?"
"I have been paying for the debt until now. I think I have 30 million won left by now. Oh, I talked with the general affairs manager the other day about it. He said I would get paid 1.6 million won per month, and I can take the amount of basic living expenses out of it before it is seized. I think I can save some money then."
"Saving money?"
"Yeah. My rent is paid by the company, and I can have my meals at the company. So, I think I can pay off the debt after ten years working here."

"Right. The biggest expense that the people who don't make enough money is the cost of the rent. The people who don't have money have to pay for rent, and the people who have money receive that rent from them. That's the current economic system we are living in. Consequently, the gap between the rich and poor is getting bigger. Ten years are too long for you."
"Well, it is still hope. It's a good thing that the debt is shrinking instead of growing. There is one thing that bothers me a lot though. I collected some funds from our friends from high school to make an alumni directory book. I couldn't make it happen even though I really was going to make it."
"People don't make those types of directory book nowadays, do they? Many people don't want to expose their real address."
"I know. So I was going to enter their e-mail address instead of physical addresses with phone numbers. I started collecting the necessary information and writing some stuff already like the history and path that our school took so far and news from our friends, etc. I still have the writings with me. It will cost 2-3 million won to complete it but I used that money to pay my rent because I was about to be evicted. I became an animal to our friends."
Jae-Sik eventually burst into tears.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Lina was disappointed. Life has always been boring, well sort off. She'd never enjoy playing video games but it was that or fall to sleep.

Mr. Yang's droning voice. Even if the class was half as sleep he was still going on about the use of adjustive in creative writing they had been covering for the past hour and forty-five minutes. 

The man was a great English teacher, but she would swear on Buddha's belly that he was cursed with every stupid student. Those that only got in through connection and being good at other things or just had the money.

The game, on the other hand, was much more interesting than she thought. It was based loosely on a hit anima that was about a chemist making potions for the supernatural like vampires and werewolf. The potions were a complicate to ingredient up to a hundred that you had to cook stir and chop. You trade potions for rare ingredient and grow stronger. OR there was the option of drinking the potion and upgrade your level so you could go out into the woods to find your own ingredient.

A full hour pass and the bell rang. Lina grabbed her bag and crookedly sprinted for the door. She was about to die from boredom. The game was a bit slow since she levels up to 100 and was a granted the title of a full alchemist.

She didn't miss the whispers and looks the other students gave her, but as usual, she ignored them. She was just a foot from freedom when Mr. Yang called her back.

"Ms. Lina, may I talk to you a moment?"

She looked longingly towards the exit as her classmates began to leave. She was supposed to meet her friend Tiger later, but she could always just give her a call. She turned her head to look back at him.

"Is it really important?"

"Yes."

She looked back at the door. Tiger was going to be pissed, but he looked serious. She sighed and walked back to his desk where he was now shuffling some papers.

He sat down and got comfortable while she stood awkwardly in front of him. Mr. Yang was one of her favorite teachers. He had only kept her after class once before, to ask that she give some one-on-one help after school to a failing student.

"And so I've arranged an independent study course instead of class for you. I will give you all of your assignments for the rest of the year to be worked on independent of the class. Your other teachers have agreed and will be talking to you later to give you their own assignments. Instead of reporting to your regular English classes, you will report to the librarian. It stated in school policy, for a circumstance like you. There you will work in the library for an extended period of six hours every day. You can, of course, stay longer, but the four hours a day is the minimum needed. Do you have any questions?"

Her mouth was hanging wide open and she was pretty sure that was drool on the floor.

"Are you serious?" she squealed.

"Uh, yes." He looked a little taken back by her small outburst.

"Oh, thank God!" She did a happy little twirl. "You have no idea how happy this makes me. Thank you so, so much!" She spun away and half ran for the door in her excitement.

"Goodbye, Ms. Lina! And work hard!"

I'm Halle. I'm a 14 year old 8th grader. I like to read romance, comedy, thriller, and nerdy novels. I absolutely love tea, especially Arizona Sweet Tea. I can eat peanut butter with anything and I like skateboarding. I live in a small town in the countryside. It's constantly raining, with occasional rain in the summertime. I have a large family that consists of 34 cousins on my dad's side of the family with three aunts and two uncles. My dad's mother has married seven times. She has been widowed and divorced. My grandfather was divorced by her because he was an alcoholic. She raised my father and his siblings with little money, in a small home. On my mother's side I have eight great aunts and uncles. My mother is an only child, my grandparents had divorced when she was still a minor. I have an older brother and my parents are still happily married. I have many pets consisting of chickens, horses, donkeys, guinea pigs, dogs, cats, and goats. My family used to have a male cow but he was sold. Growing up my mother was often told that her dearest daughter had angelic features. I'm told that I was very well behaved besides me being the pickiest eater the world has ever seen with an OCD towards everything. During this year I have been told that I have an angelic smile and I have been reminded many times of how I have very small ears and long fingers. I've been told that it is impossible for anyone to hate me, since I am, and I quote "the nicest person on Earth." Just like any stereotypical girl, I like Starbucks, but I believe that besides this, I am not stereotypical. I can hardly say I wear makeup since the only thing I ever put on my face is mascara and lotion. I'm a pretty natural person, meaning I'm not planning to ever have plastic surgery and I rarely use facial masks. I don't wash my face with any special skin care treatment soaps or whatever girls use. I simply just wash my face with plain soap. I've been told by many people I have beautiful hair. People can even tell who I am without looking at my face since my hair is so 'unique'. I have curly hair that most girls would LOVE to have. You know how when you curl your hair it makes those perfect curls that look like the swirly slide on a playground, well that's what I have. My hair used to be bleach blonde. As I got older my hair darkened turning to light blonde, then dirty blonde, extremely dirty blonde, and now light brown. My hair was slow in growth since I can remember having hair. In 5th grade my hair went down to my hips. That's when I decided to cut six inches off in length. My hair has grown back, not as long as before but still pretty long. I never blow dry, straighten, or curl my hair, since I like to keep it 'natural'. I simply wash it with shampoo and conditioner then brush it normally after it air dries. Unlike the other teenagers of my age, I'm not the biggest fan of junk food. I used to ONLY eat junk food when I was younger, and my mom was just thankful that I ate any food at all since I was underweight and a picky eater. Eating junk food leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth. I occasionally have ramen, chocolate, and ice cream, but other than that I'm a pretty healthy eater. I participate in the sports of basketball, volleyball, soccer, and gymnastics. I'm a very quiet person and I tend to only speak when spoken to. I usually never initiate a conversation. I'm a straight A student in advanced Language Arts and Math classes and I have been recommended to be put in an advanced Chemistry class. I'm a massive animal lover, to the point where in my science class when we were observing deceased creatures in beakers, I noticed a deceased mouse and sparrow, leading to me hiding my tears for the majority of the period. When people have crushes on me they are usually normal but this year I've had either perverted or weird people with crushes on me. These same people have liked me for the past three years (since 6th grade). I have no interest AT ALL in being in a romantic relationship, yet I still wish that instead of perverted weirdos liking me that actual NORMAL people would seek my attention. You could say that I am a country girl since I do, in fact, own and use a lasso, cowgirl hat, cowgirl boots, and I ride horseback. In 6th grade I used to be obsessed with the thought of me being a country girl, and I would wear plaid flannels with bootcut jeans and my cowgirl boots. Everyday I wear the same sweatshirt and jeans, with the same black converse that I wear everyday. I will occasionally wear ripped jeans with a t-shirt and possibly gray vans. My best friend's mother had told her to stop dressing like a hoe, and I quote "should dress more like Adriana." Besides me having nice hair and nice facial features, my pleasant smelling self has added to my "perfect" image. I have been told countless times that I smell good, like pumpkin spice, and another best friend of mine's brother told me that I "smell good, like girl." I've also been told that I have a great personality and that I'm "weird" but a good weird "like a weird that makes people laugh and smile." I have so many things to brag about, like how when my family went to Alaska, my mother, grandmother, and I were leaving a gift shop and the woman at the front counter told my grandmother that "that girl has beautiful hair" which led to my granny proudly telling the woman "that's my granddaughter." Another perfect thing about me is that I like to play the piano and write poems. Some of the poems I have written consist of "My Thanksgiving Feast: 
Oh what a special day
When we feed the beasts
In our stomachs they lay
Oh what a special day
When we eat then sleep then chat away
In mountains, and fields my soul may lay
So that thy Lord shall take me away
To a place where colors have no gray
In the Fall with leaves and rain
Pumpkin pie and fields of hay
When Winter comes it's fields of snow
With presents and holly
Candy canes, cookies, and jolly
Then spring comes with yards to mow
Rain will fall and flowers will grow
Lilies and roses for Valentine's cheer
Spring will end and summer will join
With hot days at the lake and cousins who jeer
And celebrate the 4th of July and American tears
Then back to fall with spooks and scares
And after that we come back to this day
With turkey and thanks and a feast celebrate
Then again with a process, a cycle all year
And come back to this day once again next year.

Another poem I've written is:
The stars in your eyes could make even the sun fall for you
A kiss from your lips would light my heart on fire
Your smile is as warm as roasted chestnuts by the fire
Your the sun in my orbit,
I revolve around you
You have a special place in my solar system and I've fallen for you
So in other words I Love You.

Another:
I heard it's your birthday and I'm not one to be rude
So I wrote this poem and it's all about you
You have pretty blue eyes, brown hair, and white teeth
Your eyebrows are thick and your charisma is sweet
You're cool and you're kind and I can't find a rhyme
So happy birthday ___.

I shall continue to brag with a note that some family friends had written for me:
There are so so many "Reese"ons why people love to be with you. Your smile lights up a room.
Your laughter is like sunshine. Your sweet nature and kind example reminds others to show kindness. Your fun, light hearted attitude is contagious. We love you! Xoxo

Even though I have all these "perfect" traits people still judge me on stupid things like how I write in cursive, "Why are you writing in cursive?" like it's a bad thing that I'm writing in cursive and I shouldn't do it because it's "weird." I also get other stupid comments about my handwriting like "You write your d's and g's weird." because when I write in print I use cursive y's and g's and my d's have always been like that. And people constantly reminding me of how I'm "too innocent and pure" really irritates me, and since I'm passive aggressive I won't tell people to back off and stop pointing out stupid little details about me. I never point out little details about them in prissy little tones so why do it to me. I used to be naive and make friends with everyone and talk to everyone, I never once thought "he's so weird" or "ugh he really irritates me" but these sly little comments people are trying to pass as "innocent opinions" are taking my kindhearted personality for granted. Why are you just now pointing these things out and why do you care? It's just how I am so stop judging me.

Instead of writing a novel I decided to talk about myself. Thinking about what to write gives me writer's block. And everything I think of is way too similar to other people's writing ideas. "Tomboy meets bad boy" "Gangsters little mistress" "New to town". Nothing is original enough in my head. I can't make a comic because I'm bad at drawing and I don't like drawing. I only like writing poetry and ever since the 4th grade I've really enjoyed writing short stories but this is a challenge. I have to write a 10 thousand to 20 thousand word novel and submit it within 10 days. I don't HAVE to write it, but I want the prize of 800 coins so I can read more of the novels I enjoy. Because if it's one thing I know, it's that I love to read. The stories that people create on webnovel are so creative and it just shows how talented these people are. These people have absolutely FANTASTIC ideas and I wish I at least had an OUNCE of their creativity. I know that when submitting an original novel I will only have the slightest chance of getting the prize of 800 coins. In this massive vast ocean of creativity I have a 1/1,000,000 chance of being noticed. And with that being said I still have hope that I'll be noticed by at least someone. The beginning of my speech massively talks about my perfection and is SO boring that even I would have no enjoyment in reading this. But at least one person on this earth is capable of liking this. And they would be an absolute maniac to do so. I mean like they must have some MASSIVE mental issues. But I actually enjoyed writing this, it brought out my frustrated and tired emotions I've been pushing down for the sake of people's feelings. I HATE hurting people's feelings. While writing I've also been listening to classic rock from the '60s, '70s, and '80s. I've also been drinking iced chai tea with Minecraft music playing in the background. Fun fact about me, I like video games. This could be a flaw in some eyes, but it could also be a good thing in others. I have a PS3, yes I know the "XbOx Is BeTtEr" but this is what I'm stuck with. I'm actually a tomboy and like playing Call of Duty Black OPS II and Minecraft, and since my old Xbox is at my grandma's house, when I visit her I play Tony Hawk skater games. In 5th grade I was at my greatest height of tomboyness. I wore basketball shorts and baggy t-shirts every day with my blue high top converse. And since most of the time it's cold where I live, I would wear athletic leggings under my shorts, and in 6th grade boys started to wear leggings under their shorts too. Everyday I would put my hair up into a ponytail and I'd always call people "bro" and "dude" and I even wore boxer briefs and stole my brother's clothes. The reason why I became a tomboy was because I looked up to my brother A LOT. I wanted to be just like him, even though I'm a girl. I didn't want to change my gender or be called a "guy", but I did want people to notice me as a tomboy. In 6th grade I was less of a tomboy and went to my country girl stage, mixing with the tomboy stage. In 7th grade I became somewhat "normal" and would wear ripped jeans and sweatshirts just like the other girls. I even started wearing mascara. That same year I started to develop a "thing" for redheads, and to this day I'm still into redheads. I mean their hair is so unique and their eyelashes aren't BROWN OR BLACK AND IT"S AMAZING. Which brings me to my "crush" list. In 7th grade I decided to write down all of my crushes and say what I liked about them. All of them were athletic and cute so you could tell my "type."
1st: "I have a crush on P. He's tall, thin, cute, handsome, and I THINK he's nice and funny, plus he's a football player. In a game of capture the flag P got tagged by the other team, so I ran over to tag him back into the game, but I ran into S and got tagged. Someone (I can't remember who) tagged me back in and I tagged P in right away. Out of all my three crushes (note: why the freak did I have three crushes at once, what was wrong with me???) he's second best. P is also dating my friend J though… so that's weird/awkward. She doesn't know though.
2nd: "T is someone I a tiny bit like. He's nice, funny?, sweet and if he was fit (no offence) (note: DANG I was judgmental, one again, what was wrong with me???) he'd be cute, plus he's a football player. I sit next to T in honors ELA and was partnered with him in Technology in the 6th grade. He once for a little while said and told people that I told him to "go drink bleach and die in a hole," (note: what the freak, why is everything in this book weird) which I never actually told him to do, or even thought of it. I think he was imagining things or mistaken me for someone else who told him that. I think he's gotten over that now. He likes to spread the rumor that he has a crush on me, but I know that he will never actually like me. T does wrestling too, but I now only like him as a 'friend'." (Note: he's actually one of my best friends now and he's pretty darn awesome.)
3rd: "E is my ultimate crush. He's nice, sweet, funny, handsome, cute , has dimples, and thinks I'm pretty (note: oh my gosh this entire page is filled with things about him). He's a freshman and I'm only a 7th grader, but I just can't help but like him, like A LOT. Sometimes I have dreams with him in them and I also daydream about him all the time. He kept looking at me in Silverwood (note: that's because you kept staring at him without knowing it you naive girl), but I think that's just because of my indents (note: my indents are the scars I have from when I got molluscum contagiosum, a sickness you get from other little kids). He's good friends with G. E goes to a preparatory school or private school (either one I can't remember)(note:he doesn't; he just goes to a different school than me). He's amazing. When I was in line to go on Aftershock for the first time I was scared and worried but he helped me feel better. The second time I went on Aftershock (on the same day) K went on with me and G wouldn't give up him and E's inner seats but E did. He's so incredible! 
4th: "C has been my friend since we were little kids (I think preschool). He's funny and nice. I think our friendship is one sided. He's one of my best GUY friends. But I think I'm just some annoying girl to him (note: SIGGGHHHH). I like to tease him and do things like punch him in the shoulder (note: no wonder he thinks I'm annoying, gosh). I don't punch him anymore though because I know he doesn't like it (note: DUH). C is a football player and plays video games (which is a plus). His mom likes me. She even asked me to punch him on time.
5th: "H is SO, SO, SO cute. He's not as cute as E but, you know. H is tall and fit (note: no he's not he's chubby). He always wears these camouflage sweatpants. He's SO cool. He has the BEST fake British accent  EVER. Every time he does the accent I fall even more for him. Every time I look at the clock I see from the corner of my eye him making a funny face to me (note: that's because he liked me and so did some other kid in our class). He's nice to me. In gym class whenever I fail to do something he tells me it's alright and, in my mind, supports me. I really like him. But not as much as I like E.

As you can see I was boy crazy.

Hi everyone... I'm Nim,the author. First things first, I would love to thank you'll for stopping by. I am a rookie in this writing world. Sorry if you're getting bored but I thought a little self introduction would be good. 
This is my first and foremost writing gig. So please.. please support me and my work. This is actually the best platform for new cookie like me to show my work. I was encouraged by my friends and teachers to write. They were impressed by my essays which I used to write during my school days. They used to tell me that my plots and themes were creative and imaginative but now all that matters is your viewpoints and opinions. My grammar is weak so please bear with it. I don't know why but as I'm writing this I'm feeling very nervous.... I would happily accept any type of reviews and feedback..
Now moving on to the novel,
This novel is not like the sterotypical one. Unlike other novels there are no one night stand,r*p*,ship wreckage,ex and ofcourse the famous stepmother and step siblings. This is mainly about the growth of the charecters both individually and together. There is a lot of passion and affection involved here. There's a hint of spiciness with lots of faceslapping moments and.... heat ;-) ;-).. Well no story is complete without some bitches and we have a few of them here accompanied by a bunch of mad dogs... 
I'll be using a lot of Chinese references even though I'm not a Chinese because why not you know going with the flow. So, please don't get offended. Many things here are going to be imaginative.
I hope this novel can bring some positivity and joy in your lives and ease your tensions. I'll try to update it as much as possible... but I can't guarantee anything because I'm still a university student.
Aaahh I thought I will eventually leave this stupid thoughts of mine till here but the word limit is too much so I'll introduce you'll to the charecters-:

1. Irene Tan - She's our 23 year old female lead. A breathtakingly beautiful intelligent woman with a high IQ of 190 is the heiress of the Tan Corporation a multimillion dollar company related to fashion. She also owns various high class stores and started her own brand named BLISS... She's a mystery as no one has ever seen her.. Though highly pampered and loved by her family, she's very down-to-earth. She enjoys living a normal life. She can be alluring, bewitching, gentle, playful, foxy, cold and terrifying depends on which situation she's dealing with.

2. Zhao Neil - The devilishly handsome CEO of the Zhao Conglomerate,the richest and the most powerful corporation of the country. A genius in technology. He is 25. Those who mess with him will suffer his demonic wrath. Though he keeps to himself, he's a very sensitive and caring being. Will kill anyone who will touch the people whom he love. And yes.... he might be a beast in you know where... ;-)...

I hope this little insight will keep you'll intrigued. Let's enjoy this novel together.. Thanks again readers...
Love XOXO
Nim.

She is a bewitching beauty who lures everyone in a mysterious way. A kind soul who brings joy everywhere she goes. But BEWARE..... If you dare mess with her, she will show you her cold and foxy side.

He is the most successful and powerful CEO of the country. Though young, he is rough and strong who stays to himself. He is devilishly handsome but has a sensitive and caring heart.

The cute little bun is loved by both of them. He is their strength as well as weakness, a weakness that makes them more stronger.

What will happen next? A strong woman meets a powerful man. A cute kid. Faceslapping scenes. Power Couple. 
Let's embark on a journey together to see what holds in the future for them.


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I'm a new cookie in writing world so please support me. I would happily accept reviews and feedback.Thank You. And this story I've posted in other novel and comic reading writing app too( just one app).. So please don't get mistaken because I'm that same person. The entire story is my own point of view.

Warning - There are some violent scenes(like sex, fights and killing) and a lot of mature dialogues. Content suitable for 17+ readers only.

The cover is not mine. There might be some grammar mistakes so please cope up with me. Please give this novel one chance. I'm sure you'll will like it. Thank You.

Chapter 7. Literature club (1)

'Yawn'

"Are you okay?"

Kei asked with concern as he saw Ren yawning the fifth time today. 

"I am okay, just a bit sleepy."

Ren said that but Kei didn't believe him seeing his droopy eyes. Ren seems like someone who hasn't slept for a week. 

His eyes has dark circles under them and he was barely able to open his eyes. 

"Did you not sleep the whole night?"

"No, I did sleep although it was for only two hours."

"What was you even doing the whole night."

"I, I was playing games."

Ren said as he made a excuse. He didn't wanted to tell Kei that he was writing the whole night.

He had decided to keep it a secret until he at least got a publisher. He has just started writing a novel. It will be too early to tell anyone.

"You are playing games the whole night?"

"Yeah, I found a interesting one."

"Amano, Kenzaki, what are you two whispering about!! Get out of the classroom if you want to talk!!"

As they were whispering among themselves, the teacher saw it and scolded them. They were in the middle of a class and the teacher was angry when he saw them whispering during class.

"Ah, sorry!!"

They both quickly apologised and lowered their head.

"Let's talk later."

"Yeah."

After being reprimanded by the teacher, they didn't talk again but Ren was feeling sleepy again.

'I should buy a coffee later.'

* * *

After class, Ren went to the vending machine to buy some coffee. He felt like he would fell asleep anytime if he don't have some coffee.

He didn't have good sleep for many days. For the last few days, he was working hard to write his novel.

He had spent all the nights writing and he has now completed almost half of the novel. 

'I only have 500 Yen left.'

After buying the coffee, Ren noticed that he only had 500 Yen left in his pocket.

Ren sighed as he looked at the money in his hand. Due to buying books, he had spent almost all of his pocket money and now, he only had a meagre amount left.

He first thought of doing a part time job but he didn't have any time for a part time job.

After school, he spent almost all his time to write his novel. It was tiring but he was never bored writing his novel.

His parents also wouldn't agree with a part time job. He was in his third year of high school. How can they agree to a part time job when the university exams are next year.

As he was thinking about that, Ren reached the rooftop.

He was thinking of drinking his coffee on the rooftop to refresh his mind.

Even in his previous life, he would often drink his coffee on the office's rooftop. He don't know why but he will feel refreshed when he did that.

As he came close to the terrace, he noticed that there was someone else there.

It was someone Ren hadn't meet for a week.

Ren even thought of turning back after seeing him but before he could do that, the man turned back and noticed Ren.

"I didn't thought I will see you here, Amano-kun."

"I also didn't thought you would be here, Nakai sensei and you even are smoking."

Ren said as he glanced around the cigarette in Nakai sensei hand. 

"Do they allow smoking in the school?"

Ren asked Nakai sensei but he simply smoked his cigarette and said.

"No, it isn't allowed."

Ren also thought so. Smoking and drinking were prohibited in the school especially for teachers.

"So, why are you smoking? Don't you be in trouble if you are caught."

"Well, I will be in trouble but you know teaching students is really a stressful job. I couldn't continue it if I don't smoke out my stress. I would have resigned from this job if it wasn't for my livelihood."

When Nakai sensei said that, Ren had a weird expression. 

First of all, no teacher would say that kind of thing to a student and Nakai sensei was even making a face like he was in some sort of agony.

Ren felt that Nakai sensei was getting even weirder. At first, he told Ren to write a novel and then, he told him how stressful the teaching job was. He was even caught smoking by Ren.

'He really is a weird teacher!'

The more Ren saw him, the more weird he felt. Ren felt that he was rather unique.

"Are you here to drink that coffee?"

Nakai sensei asked Ren as he glanced at the coffee cup in his hand and Ren just nodded in answer.

"You are rather mature for your age."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, most of the high school students can't drink a coffee."

"Really."

After that, there was a awkward atmosphere. No one said anything.

Nakai sensei simply smoked his cigarette while glancing at the sky while Ren started drinking his coffee while leaning on the terrace.

'There sure are lots of couple there.'

The rooftop gave a clear view of the school, so Ren was able to see many couples out there eating lunch together.

Some were holding hands while some were feeding each other. It was a sweet but cringe view. As someone without a girlfriend, Ren can only curse his luck of being single. 

'It's been at least 20 years since I had last dated.'

In his previous life, Ren had only dated when he was famous. At that time, the campus queen in his university has confessed to him and he had gladly accepted her confession.

He would have been a fool if he had rejected. They dated for a year and it was a good time but they later broke up when Ren's novel failed.

He also dated a few girls after that but his continuous failures led him to depression and he didn't date anyone after that.

As he was thinking about his dry love life, he heard Nakai sensei voice.

"Do you like reading novels?"

"Huh?"

It was a strange question again but Ren still answered.

"Yeah, I like reading novels."

Ren answered honestly. There was no reason to lie about it. 

"What kind of authors did you like?"

"Ah!!"

It was again a strange question. Although it was strange, Ren still answered as it would be rude to reject a teacher.

"Hase Kou, Nagami Yuu and Jane Wright."

Those three were the authors of the book Ren had read after coming to this world. He had quite liked their books and had bought their other books but his money had depleted before he could buy all of their books.

"I thought you will like them. Your writing shows that."

"My writing shows that?"

"Yeah, someone's writing will ultimately show a side of their favourite authors. Your writing definitely show the quality of those authors."

"You noticed that after reading my essay?"

"Yeah, although your essay was short, it sure had sides of the authors you like."

"You noticed that…...."

'Ring!'

Before Ren could continue the conversation, the bell rang and interrupted their conversation again.

"It looks like the bell will never let us continue our conversation."

"You think so. Well, I will go to my class now."

As Ren exited the rooftop, Nakai sensei was still smoking his cigarette.

While smoking he quietly muttered to himself.

"Crap! I forgot to tell him not to tell anyone about me smoking. He will not tell anyone right?"

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

Papers were thrown all over an Office room. 

Wilfred Connor was enraged after reading this week's reports. ER games had been harassed by hackers for the past two weeks. The damage was not too severe; however, the persistence of the hackers was unnerving. There were concerns from players and board of directors. He had to get the situation under control.

To make things worse, His Vice-President Lewis had died in a car accident last week. Lewis was the man Wilfred used to handle problems that needed "creative" solutions. Ultimately, he was just a pawn and would be replaced soon; however, the timing of both events was unfortunate. He almost suspected that this was a coordinated attack; however, he could not think of anyone in the gaming industry that would have the courage to fight against them. 

" Ring Ring Ring"

Wilfred picked up his phone; It was his Chief Technology Officer. After two weeks, the attacks had finally stopped. Wilfred was glad to get the good news. Now he just needed to get a new VP and all his problems would go away. Wilfred started thinking about who to pick as the next VP. 

Austin, Texas

Michael was doing research on ER games. He was trying to come up with a plan for the counter-attack on ER games. He could easily hack their games and shut down their servers; however, that would not give him any benefits. Michael always believed that one should slay his enemies in a manner that reaps the most benefits. Of course, there were some exceptions like personal vendettas; however, the issue with ER games was just a business rivalry. 

His first thought was to hack their bank accounts and steal the money; However, bank accounts of large corporations are often monitored. There would be a stop transfer before he could even get the cash. Then there is the issue of the paper trails such a heist would leave. Even if he routed the cash through many different accounts it would eventually be traced. Furthermore, the scope of the heist meant that several national agencies would start an investigation. 

ER games simply did not have enough cash for Michael to tolerate such investigations. He was trying to hide secrets that were worth 100 times more than ER games. However, that did not mean he was completely out of options. 

Michael discovered that ER games had recently built a data farm for all of their server needs. It was a huge investment that required loans from multiple international banks. The project's total bill came to an astonishing one billion dollars. The servers were custom built for ER games by Pintel.

Pintel is one of the largest tech companies and the leader in Chip manufacturing. The servers themselves were worth over 600 million dollars. The costly project was seen as an investment in the company's future. The savings from running their own servers would pay off the loans in less than ten years.

" Nice servers you got there, would be a shame if they just disappeared!" Michael spoke out loud.

The server farm was built in Texas; It was located in Taylor County. There was a plethora of wind farms and solar farms in the area; therefore electricity was quite cheap. ER games were initially going to build it in Mexico; however, they received huge incentives from the local government to build it in Taylor County. A server farm did not provide many jobs; so Michael knew that this was just another aspect of the corrupt government at work.

After a four-hour drive, Michael finally arrived near the outskirts of the server farm. He drove the car to a hotel in town and booked a room for a week. Then Michael started brainstorming different ways to attack the building. He could breach the network and control the cameras; He could also storm in and kill the guards.  The best method would be to use the camouflage potion to sneak in and acquire the servers. However, Michael stumbled on some interesting news. Next week the local high schools were touring the server farm; ER games were trying to organize community events like this for the sake of PR. Michael smiled and quickly started preparing for the show. 

A week later

Dozens of yellow school buses arrived at the gates of Greenridge Facility. This was one of the largest server farms in Texas. The facility was hosting a guided tour for all the local high schools. The students had just gotten back from the holiday break and were excited to go on a field trip.

Helen Waters was a Public Relations expert from ER games. She was in charge of the tour event for the students. It wasn't just the students; their parents were here too. Helen greeted everyone and started the tour. 

First, she started talking about the facility and all the effort that went into its construction. Most of the students were interested since they played games that were hosted at this very facility. She led them to see the massive air conditioning units that would cool the facility to keep the temperature down. Next was the command center, where all the servers were being monitored. The students loved seeing the massive screens with cool charts and graphs. 

Helen saved the server room for last since it was the main attraction. She had some satisfaction as she noticed the students stupified by the scale of the servers. However, she failed to notice one substitute teacher who had the look of greed in his eyes. 

The students turned around and walked back; nobody noticed the servers disappearing one by one. The monitoring team was still entertaining another group of students when one of the boys pointed at the monitor. 

" Look, The servers are gone. What happened?"

The technicians turned to stare at their monitor with ghastly faces. They quickly evacuated the students and started restarting the whole network hoping that it was a glitch. However, their hopes were slashed when they restarted the cameras.

" Helen, do you copy?" Helen's wireless radio started going off. 

She quickly answered and was informed that there was a colossal problem. Helen dismissed the students and immediately ran to the command room. Her face went pale when she saw the server room with no servers. She personally went and verified that they were really gone. With a frightful expression, she called her boss to let him know what happened. 

The children were heartbroken when they found out that the field trip was over and they were leaving. As the buses rolled out; sirens could be heard as cops came speeding in. In the back of a school bus, a substitute teacher was watching everything with a smile on his face.

Michael was just an ordinary boy living in modern-day America. He grew up in an orphanage with a bleak future. One day he acquired a mysterious package only to inherit a system. Join Michael as he changes his fate and conquers his destiny; armed with a mysterious system that tries to convince him to take over the world.

This is my first novel so I would appreciate any constructive criticism and support.


This novel will also be posted on RoyalRoad.

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