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

This will be an information chapter. It's not apart of the actual story since it's in the auxiliary volume however it will have extras. Such as a world map. And any other things that is not in the main chapters would be here (When I'm bothered enough to write it).
World Map: The link for the world map will be in the comments as you can't copy and paste text within webnovel. The world has 3 continents Drago, Kingdar, Faltro. And there are multiple countries however there are 4 main ones. Read the story to find out why they're the main ones. They're named Yelgard, Relgraw, Veldrey and Camelot.
Also why the names are written weird on the map is explained in the 3rd chapter (sorta) but it's basically the writing system of Xaltrey is English but fancily written because I'm not creative.
History of Xaltrey: Read the book. That's the juicy stuff. I can't give it away yet. However it hasn't been revealed yet as I'm writing but eventually.
I'll continue this later.

Xaltrey, a world that will soon fall into the grasps of cataclysm. 

Yet a hero exists, a being who reincarnated to this world.
The reincarnate is called Alex, a loser to society. He contributed nothing. He was nothing in the eyes of others.  Until one day he got killed.

He met the goddess of the Xaltrey asked of him to defeat the evil demon Yazuro however the problem is he has to start from a newborn child in a poor family and has to work his way up to the strength required by age 30 or else the demon will win. 

A journey of magic and monsters, evil and good, heroes and demons. Starting with nothing, he has to conquer the ways of this world. 

Yet there are greater evils yet to be discovered.

She woke up with a tiny ray of sunlight illuminating her left cheek, the light coming from a gap created by her curtain that hung low at the foot of her bed.

With one swift pivot, she rose and sat straight for a while, scratching her head and rubbing off the mounds of saliva that dried off at the side of her mouth-- she drools a lot after all.

She checked her phone that lay idle at her bedside table; grasping it with a sleepy grip, she opened it and checked for messages. Her eyes widened upon seeing that there were 20 texts from various people.

One came from her college best friend, Phlan, with a text asking her if she'd attend her 8 a.m. class. She smiled in rebellion. Of course she won't. Given that she just woke up, no Breone will be attending her creative writing subject this morning.

The other 18 texts were from her annoying brother, Kevin. She opened one of the texts and found that it was a drunk text. "Ure ugleyhb as hecrckk, Breone." The text read. "Well, at least he got my name's spelling correct." She whispered, mustering a smile only her brother can paint on her face.

She did bother to read the other drunk texts her brother sent her. She scrolled through her phone and got to the bottom of her inbox and saw a text from someone she never thought would text her at this time, Jared. She opened the message and it read: "Are you free this afternoon? I have a coupon from that favorite korean barbeque place you love. I received it for free since I celebrated my birthday there last night. I plan on giving it to you. Do you want it?"

Her heart rejoiced but then ached. How could Jared not invite her to his celebration last night? Was she only a friend that's as good as a coupon's worth? 

She exited the message, not bothering to reply and threw her phone to her bed. Frustrated early in the morning, she crashed her body back to bed. She wouldn't let Jared's text affect her mood. He's only a guy. "Well a guy you truly like." Her mind whispered. 

Frustrated by this notion, she turned to her left to see if her roommates were still on their beds. Breone lived in a dormitory that's inside her university. Convenient, one might say but lonely and utterly depressing for Breone.

Seeing that she was the only one in her room, she went back to sleep, totally bearing in mind to wake up at 1 in the afternoon, just enough to miss her second class, and then she'd be free for the rest of the day. 

Breone has this silly nick to her attitude. She's often absent in her classes but she still passes with flying colors. Her professors don't seem to mind this habit of hers since she still delivers well even if she's absent two or three times a week in a subject.

Before she closed her eyes, she thought of Jared. How she secretly liked him for years. How her heart flutters whenever he asks her to go on a food trip with him.

It is during those moments she is reminded that this is what it feels like to have someone accompany you even in the silliest of trips, this is how it feels to just have someone by your side. But Jared isn't hers. And maybe, it will stay that way.

With doubt clouding her thoughts, she decided to sleep it off. 

With Jared as the last thought in mind, she drifted back to sleep with a heavy heart.

She gives 
her heart
Like flyers
out on the street--
existing only 
to be desolated 
by those 
who cannot
see.

She loves--
the kind
where she is blind
and unfailingly meek;
where the emptiness
of her palm,
and the pain
she has been,
cannot deplete
the love she
offers for
free.

She has shattered
in ways
unknown
because she 
gives--
Her love,
Her heart
that has never 
received.

　After eating, Lin Xu entered the study room again. Lin Jian was very pleased with this. Haha smiled and said: "It is the merit of the singer. The rise of the singer has not only brought the Holy Power to me, but also brought the Holy Power to me. Even the gangs have used a lot of work. But who is this singer? It should not be in Kyoto, it may be in a local college, tomorrow, let local people look up and see if there are such good seedlings. !"

　　Lin Xu re-entered into the St. Wen. After so many world recommendations from the Great God, Lin Xu's "Water Melody" actually broke through the million mark in a meal, reaching the point of 13,000 subscriptions. After all, most of you were still skeptical about Lin Xu's article. What good things can a child write? Therefore, although many people saw Lin Xu's update, they did not go to see his article. Until such a big god recommended, he finally made his subscription show a blowout.

　　Lin Xu's greatest sacred power has also risen directly to more than 5,000. Because of the one-on-one breakthrough rewards, Shengli will continue to grow with the increase of sales. For every hundred dollars sold, you can grow a little holy. Force, this sale is not a reward.

　　Lin Xu didn't pay much attention to other things. There are so many subscriptions. If your own updates can't keep up, it's a waste of so many subscriptions. You must take advantage of this good opportunity and update some things. The novel can't be updated. Then update the poetry.

　　However, Lin Xu's most important thing is to buy a more convenient input tool, so he opens the mall. The mall is divided into several categories: "Sacred Learning Class", "Saint Wenling Class", and "Shengli Attack Skills Class". , "Wenbao Class", "St. Lidan", "Wenbao Refining Law", "St. Lidan Refining Law", "Saint Lidan Medicinal Materials", "Wenbao Materials", "Others" class"!

　　After Lin Xu read the introduction, he clicked on the "Wenbao" class. It turned out that these writers were all written by the writers and writers themselves. Lin Xu knew that these things can be homemade. It is necessary for me to learn such a production skill, to make the most convenient pen, and even to find a way to make the keyboard. At that time, I can fly.

　　However, it is still necessary to first look at whether you can buy a hard pen, so he puts a pen in the Wenbao class, and a whole bunch of strange pens appear in front of him.

　　The level of Wenbao is divided into: spirit, holy, and god.

　　Lin Xu can only use Lingbao as a writer, and junior writers can only use the primary Lingbao. Because the primary Lingbao enters the holy text, a word only costs about 10 points. Intermediate Lingbao needs to spend about 20 points.

　　The junior writer has just been promoted. Generally, there are only three thousand points of holy power. If you write with the intermediate Lingbao, you will reach two hundred words. I am afraid that there will be four thousand holy forces. If the writer is a junior writer, he will not be able to breathe. After writing the article, if the Holy Spirit is restored, it is better to use the primary Lingbao to write. Although it is slower than the intermediate Lingbao, it is faster than restoring the Holy Spirit.

　　Moreover, more importantly, the price of the primary Lingbao starts from one thousand holy coins, while the price of the intermediate Lingbao starts from five thousand holy coins. The price difference is really too big, and the non-local tyrants will not be at the primary writer. Buy intermediate-level Lingbao at the stage.

　　Although Lin Xu had more than 10,000 holy coins after the division, it was better to use the primary Lingbao, so he chose the primary Lingbao.

　　A slippery spirit pen is a primary spiritual treasure, all kinds of, including the author's whimsy, and each has its own advantages and disadvantages, and from the price, costly, writing speed can be judged some spiritual pen The price/performance ratio comes.

　　However, if Lin Xu just buys an ordinary pen, it is better to continue to use the existing one. He wants to try his luck and see if he can have a hard pen. If not, he should consider whether he is taking the time to learn. The skills created by Wenbao, and then make a pen out.

　　Fortunately, Lin Xu found that there is a pen that resembles a hard pen. This is a kind of pen that is similar to the principle of a water core pen. Before writing, you need to pour ink into the pen holder behind the pen, and then you can start writing. However, a tube of ink, it is estimated to write about a thousand words, but also to refill the ink.

　　Lin Xu looked at the above introduction. It turned out that an Wenbao refiner was in the early stage, and suddenly had a whimsy. He felt that it was too much trouble to use ink on his brush. So he invented this pen, but everyone's sacred text. The teacher started with the first word practice, wrote a brush for a few years, and who would easily change his pen? Therefore, his pen hangs here for decades, and there are many people watching it, but no one has placed an order until Lin Xu orders to buy it.

　　And when Lin Xu bought this pen, among a group of Wenbao makers, a person named Qixiang sent a message: "Someone bought my pen!"

　　"Just kidding, although your pen is creative, but it is too hard to write, it is not suitable for writing! UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　"Yeah, who is likely to buy your pen, you are wrong!"

　　"If you really buy it, it must be a fool!"

　　So the whimsy issued a sales record and said: "You look at it, it is he bought my pen!"

　　Everyone looked at it and was amazed because the record they saw was: "Sauer bought your primary pen and got 1099 holy coins!"

　　"I rely on, Sao, this is not the writer who just broke the record of the junior writer's assessment today?"

　　"More than that, an article he wrote today was recommended by Jiujian Dashen!"

　　"Sure enough, the wonderful people have wonderful ideas. He bought all your wonderful pens!"

　　Imagine: "Haha... I said it earlier. I only know the benefits of this pen when I can only understand the benefits of it. I really didn't expect it. It was a genius who bought it! Haha... Since Saskatchewan supports it I, in the future, I am his iron powder. I don't want this 1099 holy coin. I will reward him to Sao, and I will be his iron powder!"

　　Everyone: "..."

　　Lin Xu didn't know that he could bring out so many things when he bought a pen. At the moment, he discovered that he actually had a virtual space. The pen he bought was lying in the virtual space. Lin Xu thought, this one The pen went to his own hand.

　　"I don't know if I can put it in again?" So he thought, so the pen in his hand went into the space again. "Sure enough, try something else!"

　　So Lin Xu tried a variety of things, and found that ordinary things can't be put into space, only things related to the holy text can be put into the space. This is very convenient, at least not to carry the pen and paper on the body.

Bad grammar is to be expected
read with caution
Been translated to english 
read before webnovel get me
10 Chapter per day
Number of chapter in chinese:130
Status:Cancel/Taking a break
you can read it on my website as well 
Discord link https://discord.gg/sG7DVsM

I was delighted that the number of collections was growing by my farmer Dara. Here, finally, readers understood the secret of history! We started to read! Even not very folding English did not become an obstacle for them!

But then I look, something is not right! No matter how good the story was in the opinion of the author, he is not so presumptuous!

The answer was near. For reading stories about farming, they give points that can be exchanged for coins. A new mind game.

Then it turned out that reading is not necessary at all, you can just turn the phone and pretend that you are reading, you still get points.

Thanks to the Web Novels, but readers are always trickier than kind attempts to attract readers through a simple advertisement of novels.

As balls cease to give, to see from 161 readers will remain faithful readers, 65 people! I am grateful to them!

While I'm busy writing a short novel about Treasure Hunters, I think it will have 100 chapters. And when I finish, then I can switch to the remaining three novels.

- About a coin there will be only 100 chapters.

- About cunning merchants 150-160 there may be 200 chapters.

- But the Farmer Dara is hoping to write a total of chapters 300 another or 500, as it turns out.


Overall result: I started writing novels on Web Novels:

from February 23, 2019

During this time, 4 novels and two short stories were started.

Of which 2 were sent to Dropp. This is the first edition of the Magic Farmer Gift and the Traveler's Note.

In the first case, there was a mistake and a ban that could be removed by contacting the moderation service, but I decided to rewrite the novel. Having released the second edition.

The second novel, or rather short stories, had few subscribers and few readers, so I decided to drop it. There was not enough time to write a chapter for other novels.

Then the idea came up to write spin-offs about Dara and treasure hunters. Thanks to the reviewers, they suggested a new idea, namely to make the characters more lively and emotional. Enter an additional character - a girl. With the advent of a romantic line, albeit a short one.

I rewrote this novel three times, so updates for other novels and this novel were delayed.

Conla rewrote Roma, found that it was even more interesting than writing a novel from a white sheet. But rewriting needs material. Therefore, until the 11th chapter, treasure hunters, I was engaged in editing and editing the text 1-2 sometimes 3 times. But I began to lose the basic idea of ​​the novel.

So now I decided to write the main story of this novel about search engines and treasure hunters, in the form of raw materials. And when I'll write a full novel. I can rewrite it again, for the fourth time, with an already more thorough revision.

If in this year 2020 I manage to earn more money (if I find a new job and there will be no unexpected expenses), then I have a desire to hire an editor and proofreader either through a forum or find them in my city to help me improve my romance. Well, let's see how it turns out in practice.

Out of 310 days, I really wrote only 180 days, since 130 days were spent on treatment for diseases, unexpected expenses on treating my father and uncle had an ischemic stroke. A lot of effort was spent on this and I was no longer able to write something. Since I slept no more than 2 hours a day. This is clearly not enough to have the strength to write something. But it's good that this time has passed.

And so in 180 days I was able to write unfinished novels:

- Jiang's magic coin
- Magic Farmer Dara - second version
- Stories about merchants or cunning merchant
- Thoughts on writing stories
- The Adventures of Treasure Hunters

Total views - including two deleted short stories:
440,890 views (7 short stories of which 5 currently exist)
287 collections
278 chapters
276,750 words (out of 2 deleted short stories another 150,000 words) +874 слова

There are 102 novels in the library, 4 of which are read, I am reading 4-5 now. Periodically I read 11, those that like 4! Promising for reading - 25.

Well, my 1,000,000 words are far away, for 1 year I couldn't write. It remains to write 723,250 words. But the year has not actually ended (February 23 - formally or in fact (= 185 days lost) until August 1, 2020). In order to have time to write the remaining words lacking up to 1 million words, you need to write 3909, 46 words per day. Which of course is not real. Since one day I can write raw materials without checking and editing 3,000 words, another day 5,000 words and then 5 days not write 1 word. Reality is closely related to the virtual and affects the creative ability to write.

My forecast for 185 days, I probably can write another 250 - 300 thousand words.

So far, such a debriefing.

Thanks to my readers and Happy New Year!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

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

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

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

After I visited Arina, she started going to school again. That's a good thing because she still have a lot to catch up on.
Before our Professor in Creative Writing left, I received a text from Arina to meet her in the garden saying she has something to tell me. It must be important.
I went to the garden and  I saw her at sitting on the bench looking so gloomy.
"Arina, what's the matter?" I asked.
She looked up to me with tears welling up in her eyes.
"Ellie." She broke into tears when I hugged her.
I gently brush my hand on her hair to comfort her. She's really odd these past few days. She's being moody and overreacts on the simplest things. She also gained some weight.
Last night I told her that she gained some baby fats and she got mad at me. Very unusual of her.
"What's wrong?" I asked again.
"Ellie, I'm pregnant."
The last two words she said hit me like an asteroid hit a planet and it broke into pieces. It deafened me like a loud thunder.
"What? Why?" I asked in confusion. She doesn't have any boyfriend and since we were in high school, she's been admiring Josh.
Josh.
"Was it Josh's?" I asked absentmindedly.
"No, no. I was..."
I waited for her to continue. Her hands are getting cold and trembling. She looked at nothing particular but her eyes are filled with so much fear.
"I can wait if you are still not ready to talk--" she cut me off.
"I was raped, Ellie."
It feels like my physical body and consciousness got separated.
--
I became more careful around her because of her condition. After she told me that, I always get a call from her every night. She's always crying, telling me she can't bear it anymore and she wants to end it. I always answer that it is okay and it will be alright.
I asked her about the details even though I know it will be hard for her. She doesn't want to report it to the police because she said she can't trust them.
Like adding fuel to the fire, it became the hardest for her is when her parents didn't believe her and disowned her. She only got a week to stay in her dormitory and she have nowhere to go. I can't have my parents' support over this matter because they didn't like Arina the moment they knew what happened to her. They even blamed her for being careless.
Drat it. Society really sucks. Why do they always blame the victim making them feel worst? I hate it.

A young woman in mid-20s was sitting before a photo frame She wore an eye-catching white dress, and her silky loose hair and milky shiny skin resemble like an angel. Tears were coming out from her eyes... And she reminisces about her past. 

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(Flash Back)

Inside a Concert Hall-

Through the crowd, one Boy and one Girl saw each other. Call it what you want: fate, kismet or destiny, but it was a beautiful thing what happened next. 

The Girl was scanning the crowd, She noticed an extremely attractive guy looking in her direction.  
They kept staring and smiling at each other throughout the concert until finally, he waved to her. she instantly had butterflies, and she knew that had to meet him. Since she didn't have a pass to get down to the floor section where his seats were, she pulled out her phone and pointed at it. she then used her hands to sign her phone number to him from across the crowd and he texted her! 
Through her creative method, they were able to start communicating with each other. 

It sounds easier than it was to read the hand signals through the crowd, but when he finally got the number, he started texting her right away. 

"Hey! Did I get it right?" was the first text he sent over. 

 "This would be awkward if you didn't." She jokingly responded 

 "Haha yes, it would! I'm Chu Feng :)" Next came introductions.

 "I'm Xia Xiangwei. Nice to meet you :)."  She quickly responded 

They continued to text throughout the concert and made plans to meet up afterward. There were instant fireworks between the couple in person and they made plans for a real date that same week. 

After dating for two blissful years,

Chu Feng Proposed Xia Xiangwei and Xiangwei accepted but their families were against their Marriage so they eloped and married but fate had some other plans for them. On the night of their honeymoon, They got into a car accident.

Xia Xiangwei only had a few scratches but Chu Feng's body was filled with Glass shards because he used his body as the shield to save Xiangwei. 

He gathered his last bits of strength and said: "Wei'er...*Cough* After I die...*Cough* I want you to go...*Cough* back to your family and... *Cough* restart your life... Farewell my Love..." were the last words of Chu Feng

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*Tring... Tring... Tring*

While the young woman was reminiscing about her past. She heard the sound of the door bell and she came back to present. She looks at the wall clock it was 11:58 of the night. She Cleared her Tears went to near the intercom to see who was outside the door but what shocked was that no one was outside... 

Is someone playing a prank on her? that's what she thought.

She ignored the bell, and she slowly turned around and was about to go inside her room... Then again...

*Tring*

The Door Bell's sound Again echoed inside the house and a little Girl Came out from another room.

This Little Girl was Daughter of Chu Feng and Xia Xiangqi.

"Mommy... who is outside? why are you not opening the door?" Xiangqi asked curiously.

"Xiao Qi, no one is outside the door. I already saw through the intercom. Maybe someone is playing the prank on us doorbell is broken. you go inside and sleep." 

*Ding Dong* 

Both Daughter and Mother again heard a Sound but this time it was coming from the Wall Clock. 

"The 12 O'clock. I clearly remember that... ," Xiangwei 

*Cr...ea...k...*

Before she could finish her sentence. She heard the sound of the door opening from her behind.

When she turned around, she saw a young man was smile at her.

First She was shocked, and she Started Crying and ran toward the man who was standing near the door smiling at her.

"Darling!!!" She yelled out loud.

"Papa!!!" Xiangqi.

Both Mother and daughter embraced The young man before them tightly.

"Eh?!!!" Young Man

Hearing the words came out from mother and daughter's mouth made Young man Dumbfounded. He Almost Forgot that he was embraced by mother and daughter. 

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I could care less about what people think. I'm a Devil Without A Cause. 

See you guys Later... I Still have to write chapters for my other novels. This is my first time writing a   Romance novel.

This is the story of a man who becomes the devil and falls in love with a woman in the different world. (Temporary Synopsis)

"The devil's finest trick is to persuade you that he does not exist."

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I was back infront of my canvas this morning. I like to wear just my overalls when I paint. I usually get messy, so it's practical I guess.

Anthony was still sleeping when I wake up this morning. Owning his own company making him quite flexible in working hours. And he was still working, until quite late last night.

It has been one year since he also took over David's company, with the help of the other partners he was transitioning quite well. He talked to me, about me taking a spot at David's company. But I always get teary eyes whenever Anthony mention him, so he never pushed me further on that.

I can smell the coffee, before I can even see him. He hands me the coffee looking all handsome with his suit.

"Morning my sweets, why didn't you wake me this morning? Are we good about last night?" He kissed my temple, while peeking underneath my overalls and smile form ear to ear.

I take the coffee and drink it. "Thanks for the coffee I haven't drink anything this morning. Sorry, I wake up this morning and quickly put on my overalls and starts painting while I still have my creative vision." I stood up and kissed him.

"...and last night was amazing, I do like it when you're dominant with me. I never knew. But I guess now you know." I was blushing, feeling my nakedness under my overalls.

"I never can get accustomed, seeing you paint in your studio. It too damn sexy Lilian. You always wear almost next to nothing when you paint." He moved behind me and start kissing my back.

"Did you know that I jack off the first time I saw you painting. You were in your sheer white shirt with no bra, showing me your tits and you cross your legs wearing just a black sexy panties." He whispered huskily in my ear nibbling on my neck making me breathless.

"Come have breakfast with me Lilian, Martha had already spread it on the patio." He kissed my bare shoulder. His mark from last night was still visible, and he rubbed it with his fingers. He took one of his shirt and put in on top of my overalls and guide me to the patio.

We talked about our plans for today. I'm going to go to campus in two more hours, and lunch afterwards with Diane then back to class and will be back home around four. He will be working between two offices today and will try to be back home before six but he will text me either way, just to check in on me.

"See you later and remember what's mine and try not to parade them infront of anyone." He started kissing me possessively making me blush.

Damn...I'm wet...

I was out the door two hours later, Bert was driving me to campus and wait for me in the parking lot. I felt bad for him, waiting on me but Anthony insisted.

Diane was sorry and pissed about what happened to me yesterday. "Bitch! I know I should just drag you with me. Are you okay now? That's it I'm never living you alone at night." I just laughed at her.

"D... seriously you sound like Anthony now." We were just finished with our lunch at our usual place, and we suddenly bumped into Jack and his group of friends. We're about to walk away when Jack grabbed my hand.

"Hey Lil, I'm so sorry about your birthday. Can we talk? Privately?" He looked at Diane.

"No can do Jack. She's with a man now. So why don't you run along with your little slut now, and be on your merry way. Follow me Lilian...now!"

Jeez, Diane is on a roll. "Okay momma bear." I laughed and follow her, pacing my steps.

Jack was calling my name but I ignored him. It felt good.

My phone beep and I get giddy right away thinking that it's probably from Anthony.

Afternoon my Lilian, have you had lunch already? Where are you and who are you with? I called Bert already, thanks for sticking up with him sweets. I just need to know that you're good. Miss you-Anthony.

I reply to his message instantly.

I'm with Diane we just had lunch near campus and on our back back to class. I'm very good Anthony. We met Jack there but Diane swore him off from my vicinity. So we're good. She's such a momma bear. Miss you more-Lilian

We're in class so switch off my phone. Diane was eyeing me with my phone earlier, she's commenting that I look different like I was really happy. I smiled at her, saying that I really am.

I invited Diane for a dipped in the pool, and she said yes so we set out to my home for a girl's afternoon by the pool.

Bert was already waiting in the parking lot so we went home right away. "Thanks for the lift Bert. Sorry for making you wait so long." I wave goodbye at him, as he took the car to the garage.

We slipped to our bikini, and take a few laps around the pool. And finished off by lounging and talking about boys, with Diane's famous margarita mix.

We were drunk, talking about Anthony, when his text came.

Hello Lilian...what are you doing? I know you're already home I called Bert earlier. He said you got Diane with you. I will be late maybe around seven. Why don't you get Diane accompany you for dinner? Tell Martha to set something, or maybe you can order in if you want something else. Miss u-Anthony.

I show Diane his text.

"Woah you're right he's demanding and a bit controlling. But that can be very sexy in the bedroom. Momma bear approved! Nice one Lilian." We giggled.

And I started writing him back while my fingers seem to loose it's coordination. But still E for Effort.

I'm lougng by te pooll wit Diane. She's makng her famos margrita mix. She cn't stay for dinnr Brad's pickng her up fr dinnr in an our. But I'll wait fr you if yu want to hav diner with me? Thik too mch margarit in my systm. Misu-Lilian

"Bitch! typos everywhere, I better change now get ready for Brad now that you reminded me in your text." She slurred her words at me. The She opened her phone.

"Shit! He's on his way...I better hurry." Brad arrived twenty minutes later. We said goodbye until tomorrow at art class.

I was still wearing my bikini under my sheer cover, trying to make coffee to sober up, before Anthony get back.

"I need to have coffee, then shower and wait till Anthony get back." I was talking to my self, still a bit tipsy.

"Why is this thing keep on moving. I need to tell Anthony to fix this thingy. Shit! Oh I'll just have ice coffee or maybe some Baileys?" I was moving around the kitchen looking for snacks when I bumped into a wall.

"When did Anthony put a wall in the kitchen? What the... Anthony! I've miss U!" I slumped my arms to his shoulder. "You smell so good...I've been thinking about you all day."

"Lilian, let me guess. Horny drunk?" Anthony was laughing now, but didn't let me go.

"Love your bikini sweets, you want to take that shower first with me? Then I'll make you some coffee. Come Lilian."

1. Embrace the Dark
2. Embrace the Light
3. Mated to The Dark Lord

I woke up the next morning in my bed with Anthony's hand draped on waist. "Anthony?" I shook his shoulder lightly. He looked so peaceful, so handsome. Every time I see him back for the holidays it seemed that he gets taller, more built and more handsome. 

Slowly he opens his eyes and smiles at me. 

He's so handsome. 

"Morning Lilian, sorry about crashing here." He seated himself on the headboard...naked from the waist up. Ripples of chest muscles and abs suddenly aligned to my face. I blushed at the sight. He smirked looking amused at me. 

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Her mother had passed away and her father abandoned her in front of the orphanage, because she was different.

She was being bullied by other orphans because she could see dead beings. Until one-day she was adopted by a couple that loved her until their tragic accident.

When her step brother came back to take care of her, he actually felt something for her. What will he do with that realization and will he help her with all her fears?

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*Warning! R-Rated for 18+ due to strong, explicit language and sexual content*

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