Adam, a 15 year old teenager with a far fetched dream of becoming a pro gamer stumbles across a mysterious object while playing a game of football with his mates, but soon realizes he has unleashed a restart button on his world

Just as Jade's interest in the segment was waning, the host said something that renewed her attention. When Jade heard the female host mention that dreams about teeth were common, she suddenly shook as she remembered her dreams from the night before.
'That's weird. I just had a dream about that last night!' As she thought back on the dream, trying to remember the full series of events, the hosts continued their discussion.
On the TV, Desmond did not seem to believe Holly. "Teeth dreams are common? Personally, I don't remember my dreams, but teeth dreams seems a very niche category."
"No, you'd be surprised," Holly countered, "most people have had teeth dreams before. They're a part of the body that people are most self-conscious about. If you have an issue with skin, hair, or fat, it can repair itself naturally, but teeth are different; once you lose all your baby teeth, that's all you get."
"Hmm… I suppose so." Desmond seemed to have been slightly convinced by Holly. "My incredulity aside, what do teeth dreams mean?"
"Teeth dreams are one of the most direct ways for our subconscious to communicate with us. There aren't as many variations as with water or flying dreams, but I'll give you a few examples.
"If someone chips a tooth, they likely have repressed insecurities, or perhaps they feel stressed by something. Rotting teeth are similar to chipped teeth, but the emotions are much stronger, typically extreme anxiety or fear.
"A weird one that I'm fond of is someone pulling out your teeth. That's your subconscious trying to warn you that the person taking your tooth wants something precious to you…"
Jade thought back to the dream and remembered that Frank had yanked out her tooth. 'Ha! So, Frank wants something precious from me? I live in a rundown apartment building; the only thing of value I own, partly, is the cafe, and it's not like he can just walk away with that!'
Quickly dismissing the host's interpretation of her dream, Jade returned her attention to the TV, looking to see what other bizarre nonsense Holly would come out with.
On the breakfast show, Holly had finished talk about teeth dreams and was looking to Desmond. It seemed they had time for a little more, because Desmond said, "Holly, you mentioned flying dreams earlier. I'm sure I've probably dreamt about that before, so what are the meanings behind those?" 
"Well, Desmond, flying dreams are a lot of fun. For the most part, they mean good things: upcoming success, freedom, joy. However, they can also mean bad things. If you learn to fly in your dream, it means that you are ambitious. A successful takeoff means that your ambitions will come true, but if you struggle to take off, you will meet much adversity.
"Similarly, if you fly freely, it means that you will experience the freedom and joy that you've always desired. However, if an accident befalls you mid-flight, it means something will prevent that freedom or joy. You should be particularly cautious if it's a person who stops your flight…'
With a disinterested look on her face, Jade looked down at the crumbs on her plate and then back up at the TV. 'Mr Frisch is going to prevent my freedom and joy? Hehe… I'd like to see him try.'
With a sigh, Jade realized that she had been watching TV for almost twenty minutes. 'What a waste of time… There's no way I'd believe in a load of baloney like that.'

After struggling through her early years, lacking the support of her family and those she once called friends, Jade is finally back on her feet. Not just on her feet. She's a successful, young woman running her own business, a cute cafe just outside the central business district.
But despite handsome, successful businessmen running in and out of her store every day, she still hasn't found the right man.
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"Come with me. I'll buy you a house, and you'll never have to worry about money or work again."
"No, thank you, I enjoy my work."
"Come with me. I'll buy you an island. You'll have a Michelin star chef cook your every meal."
"No, thank you, my own cooking is sufficient."
"Humph! Seeing as you won't come with me, I'll just move in here."
"Eh? What?"
"I bought the land your cafe is built on. I think you'll find that you no longer have a say."
"…"
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He was reminded of the fact that the Mortal of Supreme Dimension are capable to lord all over Mortals of other Realm.
He took his third step and his fourth steps each time he took a step there is something mortal about him that is refined and purify.
First his body, every nerve and even his blood is washed clean.
He could feel some qualitative change in his body and the aura he emitted. It was like a mortal shedding its skin to become something divine and holy
It did not give him any pressure or any pain.
Which is bizarre considering Azief experience with tribulation and his process of breaking through which is always accompanied with risk to his life and his soul.
His entire body, mind and soul is being refined, to be clean and pure in energy. And then without even knowing it he reached the Ten Steps.
His entire body is glowing silver white and the light coming out from his body is slowly enveloping the stairway.
When he reached the ten steps he could see an empty gap between the next stairway. Azief also senses a line.
An invisible line.
The moment he crosses that line; he would become more than just mortal. He would be walking on the path of Immortals.
It felt like if he passes through that line the mortal part about himself would be cut apart.
Azief did not felt anything when he walked through the Mortal Steps and Azief had his own interpretation of why.
It is probably because his energy and body have long surpassed what one would categorize a mortal
But as he looks at the stairway in front of him and that empty gap he hesitated. He severs the mortal part of him but what will he sever when he walks the Immortal Steps?
Supreme Mortal. Supreme Immortal. Supreme than the Heavens
But what Mortal? What is Immortal? And whose Heaven?
This is the question running around in his mind right now.
Azief did not hesitate. He did not summon the Stairway, just to become a Supreme Mortal.
He did not realize it but his entire being right now, while glowing in silver white is also emitting the majesty of Fate.
It is like the accumulation of his good luck that enables him to reach here is being solidified and strengthening his own fate.
 Someone with a Fate a s string as him is not easily controlled by Fate
The strings of Fate and Destiny around him loosened a bit. It does not yet snap but it has loosened.
And that in itself is terrifying to ponder
Destiny and Fate is inevitable.
But those Beings that become Grand Supremacy or Supreme Beings usually had the power to at least change their Fate because their Fate is their Fate alone and not decided by some three old women spinning yarn or some old bearded guy divining and planning in the background.
The moment he decided, all of his fear dissipated.
Azief jump and landed on the Immortal Steps, the eleventh steps of the Stairway and an energy and some chanting fills his ears.
Then as he lifts his feet to walk the step he felt pain in his entire being like something is being cut from him.
'ARGH' he could not help but let out a moan of pain.
Azief do not know what is used to cut that part of him but he could felt that it was formed by a Great Will that had a sense of purity to it.
He took another step and then he could feel it again. If before it was only a nick, this time it was a cut.
And this time Azief could see it was a dagger that cut him. It was a dagger at least in his eyes. It is translucent but it is full of pressure that could shake this entire Universe
It even seems like an illusion, like a mist covered with Laws.
To some it might be a sword, or a spear or anything else that could be used to cut.
This dagger that Azief saw for a glimpse of a second is the manifestation of that Great Will and the distillation of the entirety of the Great Will that had descended from the Stairways.
It might hurt but Azief also felt something else filling up. Then an enlightenment fills his mind.
'I seek Immortality first because of strength. Second, because I fear what Death has to offer. The pleasure of life has entrapped me like a fish swimming about aimlessly in its pond, constantly searching for bits of food to sustain its life. In its search for food it soon grows old and weak. It wishes to be young again, to regain its vitality and strength'
As he thought of his there is some golden streak passes inside his eyes and the light from his body pierced the interdimensional barrier of this Universe, the light spreading outside the stairway, illuminating this dark abandoned Universe.
Azief right now is experiencing another enlightenment as he takes another step
It was like a creed or Will of the Immortals that is embedding itself into Azief mind and he verbalizes his understanding loudly so that each words are laden with meanings and that by saying it out loud the meaning would enter into his heart.
'It is a mortal condition to struggle with the realization of the quick pace of aging, so people constantly search to regain bits of their youthfulness, or to become an immortal so they can forever be what they are because they dread their present condition. This is what I am searching for'
At least that what he thought before he walks this step.
But as he walks this step, his mind become clear and he found another way to look at his desire
It is not his body that he wishes to immortalize; it is his mind that he wishes to keep forever. The body is just an illusion and is what keeps him from being immortal.
In his ignorance he wants to immortalize his body because he thinks that is him. He needs to immortalize his mind.
Then he may have whatever body he wishes, when he wishes it. It is the mind that creates everything, but the bond to his body limits the illimitable workings of the mind.
A new realization occurred in Azief mind when these enlightenment fills his mind.
There is no life and death in the Immortal Creed.
There is only Mortal and Immortal. Both of them symbolize many things. Mortal is Destruction. Immortal is creation. Mortal is the Beginning and Immortal is the Ending.
As he revels in his enlightenment that dagger cut a part of him and at the same time the dagger cut him, countless amorphous strands of power was absorbed into him.
He was brought back from his enlightenment state as the golden streak in his eyes dissipated and the light that pierced through the interdimensional barriers exploded into fireflies of energy that slowly disappeared like it was never there in the beginning
That dagger seems to contain the Will of the Universe and the Grand Path of great many figures.
He took another three steps and the pain around him increased as he could feel like he was being cut in thousand pieces.
His hair is fluttering around him and his aura slowly become holy and divine and seems to contain the Heaven graciousness and might.
It was as this time Azief felt resistance.
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In the aftermath of apocalyptic event, a man rises above the others to lead an era. 

With threat beyond the stars, as Supreme Beings of otherworldly watches over as Destiny and Fate work their way, an era of Gods descended upon Earth

And in his rise, lies a terrifying secret.  Read how he rises above it all, through all the complicated love life, his determination to push through his own fate and destiny and the Will that pushes him forward.

With all of this, could the Fate that was written be overturned? And will he truly rise to the top and survive?

A great battle for the fate of the Universe began.

This is the story of Lord Shadow.

PS: The SS stones is not determined by me. It is determined by how long the chapter is. I have taken steps to cut some of the chapters but there are some chapters that could not be cut as it would obstruct the story.

And a chapter is usually ten thousand word each. I have taken steps to cut it and make it into part sized in the later part of the story because many were complaining and thought I was the one that determines the SS so I hope this answers your question.

So....if you like long chapters and long story this is the story for you. Ciao. And hope you enjoy the story

PS: I also wrote Age of Heroes, Song of Heroes and Age of Adventure

"It wasn't a dream", some one wanted to scream these words to Mythi. But no matter what, it couldn't do it. "Why now? Why her? Is there any meaning behind these happenings?" As days goes on, it couldn't hold back the temptation.

The trio just got through the entire campus in short time and became an epitome for girls gang. Lyna successfully became an assistant radio jockey for a Senior. Nasina's talent almost reaching the Himalayas. Mythi still looking out to identify the hobby/interest out of herself, rather than being studious.

After their class ended, they were walking together towards home. Then suddenly Lyna asks for the status of Mythi's dream. Upon inquiring they got to know about the happenings on the rainy day in their apartment terrace. They were shocked and Mythi was still insisting that she started day dreaming and her condition is becoming worse.

Nasina asked, "Did you do any research like looking through the books, videos for any answers?".

Many a search outbreaks, "Dreams are something which are stored subconsciously into our brain when we actively participate in other things."

"It's does differ per human and still many are stating that it might be due to previous life sync up with current life. Else may be a gate way to reach after life world"

"Well no definite answers till day..."

Lyna, "Did you do sleep talk? Anyone from your family said so?"

"No even I was curious and recorded few a times while sleeping and after waking up, No luck."

They wanted to help their friend at any cost but they didn't even reach nearing to any solution. One thing for sure they got to know is, "No one would believe when they say these things outside"

They reached their apartment and dispersed. Both Nasina and Lyna surfing through internet for more than 4 hours to help Mythi to find a solution. 

On that night even Mythi was surfing through again the same bookmarked pages about dream interpretation. After some time, She started to sleep. It was sitting right next to Mythi when she was searching for these things.

When in deep sleep, Mythi was into her dream again and this time it is reaching it's fingers to wipe tears and started seeing through her dream.

"When she is walking towards the dense forest covered fully leaves and thrones. She hears a loud cry and it is also able to listen to the sound. She is walking towards the tunnel and it is dark. She is afraid. Even it can't see anything in the dark except her. Mythi stood there, she couldn't move and the only thing it could able to see is, Mythi standing still. She is in pain and standing for hours, Crying."

Tik, the clocks points to 2:38AM. Mythi woke up as usual and did the regular thing. Drinking water and noting things. Seeing this created a pain in its heart.

After she slept, it reaches the dairy and sees the same words. "Forest, Tunnel, Dark, Tears". Then in a drift, it wants to help her.

It penned down the things it saw from her dream into her dairy, "After reaching tunnel, I cried for hours and hours in the dark tunnel without moving anywhere"

In the morning Mythi woke up and getting ready for campus. When she packed the books based on her classes, she noticed that her dairy is being opened. She reached to the dairy to close it and was shocked to know the wordings.

When she saw there was few more words added to her regular dream words, She is Stunned. "Is this even possible. But how? I didn't write it. Now I'm sure something is here!!!"

Love traverse through various journey in reaching every humans life!!!

Some people wonder, "Does Cupid exists". If so does it do the work properly!!!

When it comes to "Love and Mystery", you can't predict what happens in the current moment.
 
Can love help in solving a Mystery? Or Can Mystery help in finding a Love!!!


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"Argh!!! No!!!"
In the quiet bedroom, Celine, who was fast asleep, suddenly let out a cry. This startled Link, who had been studying a time magic book at his desk.
He placed a paperweight on the page he was reading and turned down the brightness of the magic lamps in the room. He then walked over to the bed where Celine slept. However, her sleep seemed troubled. From time to time, her brows would furrow, beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, and her hands were gripping tightly on her sheets.
Must be having another nightmare. Link sighed inwardly. He sat beside the bed and held Celine's hand gently.
This was one of the major side-effects that came with Celine's clairvoyance. She was just about to transcend Level-9, and her ability to foresee the future was becoming even stronger. Nevertheless, she still could not master this ability. As the situation on the continent was becoming even more complicated, her prophetic nightmares became even more frequent.
These nightmares suggested that danger was imminent, but the core Magicians of Ferde did not need a clairvoyant to tell them what they already knew. The ship that was Ferde was now already sailing across stormy waters.
There was an air of tension among Ferde's high-ranking Magicians as they braced themselves for war.
Usually, Link only needed to hold Celine's hand in order to calm her down. This time was no different. After holding her hand quietly for ten minutes, Celine's brows relaxed. Her breathing was steadier, and she slept soundly once more.
Link did not move away from the bed. He took off his robe, leaned back against the headboard and beckoned at the desk. The magic book on it floated obediently towards him.
He then turned on a magic lamp beside him and continued reading the impossibly difficult time magic book.
The three main pillars of the realm were space, time and energy. Link already had a profound understanding of space and energy. Only the mysteries of time remained uncracked by him. He was still a beginner at this stage.
As he was absorbed in deciphering a magical formula, Celine, who had been sleeping beside him, suddenly turned around. Her hand touched Link's waist, and she spoke, "Still awake?"
Link closed the book and asked, "Did I wake you up?"
"No, I just had a dream. I was woken up by it," said Celine lazily. She took the book from Link's hands and looked at its cover. "Is this book that hard?" You've been studying it for more than two months, and you've only finished the first chapter."
Link's head was already on the verge of bursting. When Celine snatched the book away from him, he decided not to read it any longer. He massaged his throbbing forehead and laughed bitterly.
"It's not just hard; it's very, very hard. It's way past my power level. I may need to reach Level-14 first if I hope to make any progress in my research."
Back in the game world, the first time spell available to a Magician was Time Acceleration.
All the spells a player had acquired before Level-14 were incompatible with time spells. Spatial spells were incredibly difficult to master, but time spells were a hundred times even more difficult. Time spells involved complicated calculations of causality, logic arrays and time ripples, which were enough to cause Link's brain to overheat.
Despite noticing the tired look on Link's face, Celine did not tell him to get some rest. Instead, she steered the conversation towards another topic that required less brainwork. "How's the Naga?'
"The Naga?" Link smiled. "Progress is going smoothly. Vance and the others have found a reliable way to put her under our control. The only problem we've encountered was her Spear of Victory, which was built to automatically defend its mistress. But the weapon's power is limited. I estimate that it would use up all its power in a week."
"That sounds great. But I just had a dream that was related to the Naga. Do you want to hear it?"
"Tell me."
Celine placed the time magic book on the bedside table. She then sat up and leaned against Link's shoulder, before saying, "The dream was a blur, and it was mired in metaphors and symbolism, but it was also strange and frightening."
Link never dared to take Celine's dreams lightly. He listened attentively.
Celine closed her eyes as if trying to recall the dream she had. A moment later, she said in a low voice, "In the dream, I saw my father. Ever since I had my Demon Power suppressed within me, this was the first time I had seen him in one of my dreams. In it, I saw a figure heading towards Ferde from the ocean. The figure was strange. There was blood gleaming off of it. From afar, it looked like a High Elf. But up close, it looked like a girl with a pair of goat horns on her head. The girl's face was indistinct. As she reached Ferde's port, I think she saw me. I then heard her saying something to me. It was clear and distinct, like it was real. She said, 'Big sister, Father misses you.' When she was done, she suddenly transformed into a man shrouded in shadows. Even though I couldn't see his face clearly, I knew deep down that it was Nozama. He spread out his wings and grabbed me with a huge claw..."
Celine's dream sounded outlandish, as if it was simply the stuff of her overworked imagination. But what she had described was enough to send a shiver down his spine.
"Nozama, a High Elf, the glint of blood, you being called sister, this is just a bit too eerie to be a simple dream. Why don't we pay Elin a visit? She's not called Lady Fortuna for nothing. She specializes in dream interpretation, so she'll probably be able to tell us something we don't know about your dream."
At the mention of Celine's younger sister, Link immediately thought of Saroviny. But she was supposed to still be in the Aragu realm.
Saroviny had probably spent a few hundred years in Aragu by now. Could it be that she had attained enough power to break free from the realm? Or could it be that Nozama had found her there and proposed an alliance with her?
All these scenarios in his head made Link a bit jumpy.
"Alright, I'll go with you. But it's already getting late. Get some sleep, try not to worry too much about it." Celine tugged against Link's arm, trying to get him to lie down.
Link allowed himself to be pulled down by her. He lay back on the bed, relaxed himself and before long, fell into a deep sleep.
The night passed by without a word from either one of them.
The next day, Link went to check up on Katyusha's condition. Making sure that everything was progressing smoothly, he brought Celine along with him to the Yabba people's Blue Stone Isle.
The island was originally an uninhabited island, but after a year of development by the Yabba people, the island was beginning to look more like a city.
When Link saw the island in the distance, he began to slow down and lower his altitude. He then used Void Walk to complete the rest of the journey and finally came to rest on an airship platform by the docks.
When the airship supervisor saw Link landing on the platform, he immediately went out to greet him. A small airship was prepared for him immediately after Link told the supervisor where they were going.
Link and Celine got on the airship. The vessel took off and flew low in the sky. Five minutes later, they reached an elevated region on the cliffs near the sea, where a small Mage Tower stood. This was where Elin resided—the Tower of Fate.
Link and Celine walked towards the tower. Before they could even knock on the door, it opened. A 12-year-old Yabba girl stood at the threshold. She looked at Link with a pair of emerald green eyes and said with a high-pitched voice, "My lord, the prophet has said that she's prepared afternoon tea for the two of you on the balcony. She's been expecting you."
Link and Celine looked at each other before entering the Mage Tower. The tiny Yabba girl led the way, skipping and hopping all the way to a great hall on the third floor. Outside the hall was a balcony. Elin was standing beside a round table outside, smiling at them.
When Link and Celine stepped out onto the balcony, Elin said to them, "Welcome, my lord and lady."
Though both of them still had no plans for marriage, everyone knew what sort of relationship they were in. Link intended to officially marry Celine once they had defeated the Army of Destruction. Everyone knew about this as well. As such, Link and Celine were both fine with Elin calling Celine "lady."
All three were seated around the table, and before Link even had the chance to speak, Elin said with a smile, "Not a word. First, let's draw two cards out, shall we?"
Elin then took out a deck of tarot cards and lay them out across the table.
"My clairvoyant ability is now one with this deck of cards. My lord, just like before, think of the question that you want answered, and the deck will give you its answer."
Link nodded and focused on the dream that Celine had described to him the other night. He then drew out two cards.
Seeing that there was no one else on the balcony other than the three of them, Link flipped them open.
What they saw shocked the three of them.
There was nothing but a grey blur on the two cards that Link had drawn out, absolutely nothing for Elin to make a prediction with. Upon a closer look, they noticed that there was, in fact, an image on each of the two cards. There was an indescribable power obscuring the images, making it impossible to decipher their meanings.
Sensing the strange power around the two cards, Link jolted up and recalled something he had read in the time magic book: a Time Veil!
A Time Veil was what would happen when a future chain of events sent out time ripples so violent one's premonitions would be severely distorted by them.
Link's face grew solemn as he saw the fogged-up cards. He sensed that the imminent danger they were about to face this time was unlike any other they had faced in the past.
"What happened?" asked Celine.
Link looked at Elin as well, expecting an answer from her.
Elin was shocked as well. She took the cards and gently felt the patterns on the backs of both cards. She had familiarized herself with every card in the deck. By feeling for the patterns' subtle differences, she was able to tell the cards apart.
A strange look came over her face when she felt the backs of the two cards. Her mind suddenly went blank as she tried to figure out what the images on the two cards were.
Finally, she gave up. She then said, "Forgive me, my lord, but it seems to me that whatever you want a prediction is completely beyond my clairvoyant powers. I think you should tell me everything yourself."


Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG. 

It sort of felt like a vacuum, and within it came a glorious and commanding voice that calls himself the God of Light. 

"Link, would you be willing to be the saviour who will pull the World of Firuman out from the churning abyss?"

What a huge mission! If it was in the real world, Link would have rejected it immediately. However, he was bent on being the hero in game.

"Bring it on!" Link answered confidently.

"Then, best of luck." 

And so begin Link's journey of magic, friendship, betrayal, love and despair in the ever changing World of Firuman.

The knock at the door made Tania come out of her dream state.

Sanya had been talking to her in her dream and had just left.

Still with closed eyes, Tania became aware of her surroundings. She was in Moscow, in her own house, actually, in her own room. She remembered taking an afternoon nap and having a pleasant dream. It was as if she met herself as a princess who lived in a past life.

As she opened her eyes, she saw that it was almost 4.45 p.m. The elders would be waiting for their tea in another 15 minutes or so. One of them must have come looking for her. Hence, the knocking at the door.

She swung her legs off the bed, got up and walked to open the door. Her paternal grandparents were at the door.

"Yes, Dada ji and Dadi ji?" she asked. (Dada ji- paternal grandfather and Dadi ji Paternal grandmother, Ji is added as respect for people elder to you or even otherwise. You can say Renu ji to me).

"Sorry to disturb you, we did not realize that you had slept," Her Dada ji responded.

"We were proceeding to your kitchen to make tea, but we thought to ask you first as we are not aware were the tea leaves, sugar and milk etc are kept," her Dadi ji voiced her thoughts.

"By the look on your face something happened to you. Let us go downstairs and talk about it before we call the others to come down for tea," her Dada ji said with a concerned expression on his face.

"Ok, Give me two minutes to make myself presentable. You please proceed slowly, I will join you."

Saying this Tania sent her paternal grandparents downstairs while she went to the washroom to tidy up. She looked in the mirror and found that she did look terrible. Her hair was as if she had been pulled through the bushes. She quickly washed her face and combed her hair then headed downstairs.

Her Dada ji and Dadi ji were standing in the library and again were looking at her books, the ones on Past Life Regression.

"I'll just put the kettle for boiling water to make tea and come back in a jiffy," she told them as she rushed into the kitchen.

Within five minutes she was back.

"Come lets sit down and talk a little, said her Dada ji. We have 15-20 minutes."
Placing one arm around her shoulder and his other arm around her Dadi ji's shoulder, her Dada ji led them to the armchairs placed nearby.

They all sat down and then her Dada ji started to speak, looking at her with a piercing gaze.

"You had a dream?"
"It scared you?"
"It relates to your past life?"
" You have been having dreams like this in the past also?"

Tania wondered how they knew.

Her Dada ji seemed to have caught her thoughts and said, "You must be wondering how I know. Well, I used to get such dreams too."

"Now can you tell me what you saw."
.
Tania told him that since her childhood she had been seeing temples and forts in her dreams. They were not so vivid but after her parents passed away, these dreams were becoming more and more clear. She had been afraid, at first she thought that her mind was playing tricks on her as she was alone in the house.

Then when she started seeing these dreams in succession practically every night, she had gone to doctors, and they had told her that there was nothing wrong with her. She had even visited a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist found her words amusing and told her that she was imaginative, otherwise there was nothing wrong with her. When she had tried to argue, the doctor told her that he was the doctor, and he said there was nothing wrong with her.

To understand why she was having recurring dreams, she had searched the net but could not find anything substantive. She had then bought a book from the nearby book store, regarding interpretation of dreams. She had learned that dreams were connected to the things you had done during the day with some random thoughts in the mind. All dreams could be interpreted.

But when the dreams became recurrent and the dreams were the same every time, then the dreams had a meaning maybe a warning, or a connection of a past life.

Thereafter, she started to search the net for past life and got to know about 'Past Life Regression'. She was impressed with the work done by Dr. Brain L Weiss on his patient and how he got to know about Past Life Regression via hypnotism. She also explained that she became so impressed that she went to the bookshop and found all his books to help her understand her condition. She had read all of them.

"OK, What happened this afternoon, you looked dazed?" her Dada ji inquired.

"I met my previous self from a previous life."

"My previous self came to me in a dream to warn me. She said my life was in danger."

"Her name is Sanya, and she said that she belonged to Kalibangan from the Indus Valley Civilization. She was a princess and was dressed in a Sari."

"She told me that my uncle in this life had been her enemy in her life also."

"He was planning to kill her and had probably got rid of her brother, her mother and her father also."

"To convince me she told me what all the grew and traded with other cities as well as abroad especially Mesopotamia and Egypt.Their cities flourished, and they had a high standard of living."

"They knew how to till the soil, to grow crops, harvest the crops. The cotton they grew was made into cloth. Another work was making beads. They made utensils on the potters wheel."

"They made metallic pots and pans, huge jars to store cereals. They also made weapons. These things were also traded by transporting them via bullock carts to the cities near the coast."

"They made stealite seals which depict a single animal like a unicorn, bull, elephant, rhinoceros etc. Some seals depict trees, semi-human, and human figurine. Some of these seals contain the image of a ship or mother earth or the ruler of the animals. These seals were used for trade."

"I asked her how she knew that my uncle and her uncle were the same?"

"Sanya told me that while she was looking for me, she had entered Igor Uncle's room by mistake and saw him. He looked the same as her uncle. He possessed the same calculating mean face."

"She told me that he behaves as if he is the best person on earth, being very considerate, talking with all sweetness etc but still advise me to be very careful as he is no good."

Tania is an only child born to parents of Russian and Indian origin. She has lived her entire life in Russia. After the demise of her parents in a car accident, she is left all alone in a huge house. Her paternal and maternal grandparents want to take her into their fold and plan to come to Moscow to convince her to join them in India or Ukraine. Since her childhood, she had been having these recurring dreams in which she sees herself visiting certain temples and forts. These dreams feel so real. The doctors she visits in Moscow are not able to figure out what is wrong with her. On the contrary, they tell her that she has a vivid imagination. Tania decides to search for a reply herself and reads a book on dreams as well as a few volumes on 'Past Life Regression'. 


The day her relatives arrive from India and Ukraine, she, in her dream, travels to India and meets her past self. Tania's past self had another name. Her name was Sanya and she had lived centuries ago as a princess of Kalibangan during the Indus Valley Civilisation. Sanya tells Tania of a plot to kill her in the present life. A plot had been hatched in her past life too. At that time her brother, mother and father had been murdered. 


Who was the murderer in the past and what connection does he have with her in the present life? Please read on to know more.


Folks, this is not a Fantasy Romance novel. Unfortunately, the genre for female lead novels gives the term Fantasy Romance only. There is no choice.  Maybe I will add a Romance angle at the end.


I am publishing 3 chapters a week as I need to do a bit of research for the chapters.

"Okay, stop talking, " Lu Qian frowned and interrupted in a deep voice.
Yang Yun didn't stop talking right away. Instead, she felt even more aggrieved for him. "Why can't I say it? You like her so much. It's obviously... "
Lu Qian looked up at her and said in a low voice, "if you say another word, I'll have someone send you back to your hometown. "
Hearing that, Yang Yun bit her lip and finally stopped talking.
Lu Qian turned his head to look out of the window and fell silent.
Yang Yun was the child of a distant relative of his. She could be counted as his distant cousin.
Before anything happened to her family, she had been living in his house, so she knew the series of things at home very clearly.
* 
Before Zhao Siqing left, she paid all the medical fees for Lu Qian, hoping that he would get better soon.
Other than that, she couldn't do much else.
Not long after, Li Feihuan called and asked her to talk about Li Feiyuan's situation.
Zhao Siqing thought that she had already made an agreement with him yesterday, so she arranged to meet him at a nearby shopping mall.
She was close and arrived earlier.
Seeing that Li Feihuan hadn't arrived, she sent a wechat message to Nalan Yanran: [ have you had any strange dreams? ]
Very soon, Nalan Yanran replied: [ a fairy who doesn't sleep like me never dreams. ]
Zhao Siqing smiled lightly, guessing that she had been busy the whole night again.
Zhao Siqing continued to edit: [ tell me, why do I always dream of the same scene, the same person? ]
[ man and woman? ] Nalan Yanran replied.
[ man... ]
Zhao Siqing briefly told her about the dream last night. After a while, Nalan Yanran directly sent a voice message: "Baby, I'm going to arrest someone. Check it yourself first, I'll call you tonight. "
Then, a link to [ Duke Zhou's dream interpretation ] was thrown over.
Zhao Siqing smiled lightly and closed the chat box.
But not long after, she could not help but click on the link again and lowered her head to study it seriously.
Zhao Siqing looked at the explanation that was searched out and softly read it out. "dreams are people's subconscious. Often dreaming of the same person means that this person has always lived in the depths of your subconscious and occupied a corner of your heart... "
"often dreaming of the same person means that he has always been thinking of you. "
Zhao Siqing frowned slightly, feeling that it was a little ridiculous.
However, she could not find an analysis that was completely compatible with her dream, so she simply opened the online dream interpretation.
The other party first asked about her dream. Because the previous dream was too shameful, Zhao Siqing only briefly talked about last night's dream.
[ you can interpret it. Here is the payment link. ]
Looking at the payment link sent by the other party, Zhao Siqing was stunned for a few seconds.
Was there a fee?
Zhao Siqing muttered under her breath, "liar, " and closed the web page.
But within a few minutes, she could not help but open the link again and pay 188 yuan.
After paying, the chat box showed that the other party was typing... ...
Zhao Siqing waited impatiently, a little curious.
Actually, as a psychiatrist, she had come into contact with some things like dreams.
Although there was no scientific basis for dream interpretation, but.. It could still satisfy her curiosity.
Not long after, Li Feihuan brought Li Feiyuan over.
From Afar, he could see the woman with her hair draped over her shoulders. She was sitting in front of a table by the window, jabbing at her phone one after another as if she was bored.
Li Feihuan walked forward and asked gently, "how long have you been waiting? "
The other party's analysis had just been sent over. Before Zhao Siqing could take a look, she noticed a figure beside her.
She looked up and saw that Li Feihuan and yuan yuan were already sitting opposite her.


Huo Jingchen had a serious paranoid personality disorder, and Zhao Siqing was his psychiatrist.
Huo Jingchen had endured it for six years, but he did not dare to get close to her.
He thought that he could control himself well, but after just one meeting, Huo Jingchen's face was swollen by himself.
"Zhao Siqing is mine, her eyes are mine, and her body is mine. From head to toe, from inside to outside, her hair is mine! "
There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but only you are my favorite.
The male protagonist is sick, and the female protagonist has medicine.
Double Love Letters, welcome to jump into the pit.

Shi Guang had completed all her events in the National Swimming Championships with the best set of results she could have had, and with that, her reputation was boosted so much that the national team had already sent her an invitation.
From the city's team to the provincial team, and now to the national team, it was every single athlete's dream. Everyone fought their entire lives for a chance to be on the national team before representing their country internationally.
This was the highest honor an athlete could have.
Naturally, Shi Guang was more than willing to do so. However, she did not rush to make a decision, and wanted to consult Zhang Shulin first.
Without Zhang Shulin, she wouldn't have been able to get to where she was. It was through his efforts to pick out her small little flaws along the way before supplementing her strengths that she was able to swim to the best of her abilities.
When the competition ended, Shi Guang's phone was returned to her.
Immediately, she opened it to be greeted with many congratulatory messages as she replied them one after another. Thinking about the scandal regarding Lin Yi'er and Lu Yanchen from before, she turned on her Weibo.
<Lin Yi'er's mysterious boyfriend leaked for the first time!>
<Lin Yi'er's new boyfriend is suspected to be a certain young master.>
<Lin Yi'er appearing with her boyfriend in a lovey-dovey manner, whispering sweet nothings.>
Shi Guang continued to search for Lin Yi'er and received a whole bunch of articles.
Looking at the first few posts, it seemed as though the paparazzi had managed to dig out some intimate photos of Lin Yi'er and her boyfriend. The description was about him resembling some young master while a blurry photo was attached.
Shi Guang clicked on the photo.
It was taken on a dark night outside a bar. The man in the photo was indeed Lu Yanchen. But, how was this intimate at all? The two of them were clearly just standing and seemingly conversing.
To think that they could describe it as such.
However, no one dared to pinpoint the identity of Lu Yanchen, merely gesticulating.
No wonder the reporters would ask her whether Lin Yi'er's scandal would affect her today—it was because none of them dared to offend Lu Yanchen or even mention his name, much less ask him about it directly!
Scrolling through Weibo, she discovered that it wasn't exactly the reporters' fault—Lin Yi'er's side purposely gave ambiguous answers.
When the reporters asked her about it, her answers were ambiguous and open to interpretation, telling everyone that they were merely friends and that they did not have the relationship everyone might think they were having.
Initially, no one was having those thoughts at all. But after the way her manager replied, the media and netizens went into a frenzy.
Shi Guang scoffed out repeatedly.
Friends? How had she never known that Lu Yanchen knew Lin Yi'er? And also, how did that come about too.
Suddenly, the phone rang—it was him.
Shen Lingshuang had invited grandma and little auntie to their place, and thus, had returned first while he was waiting for her at the carpark.
After Shi Guang ended the call, she slammed her backpack onto the ground.
To think that here she was, painstakingly training for her competition, and yet, he was outside having fun and meeting other girls!
That was a feeling that could not be comfortable to deal with at all.
Bearing all her negative emotions, Shi Guang bid farewell to the coaches and teammates before meeting with him.
This time around, she did not have the same elation and passion when she met him. Instead, she glared at him with watery eyes, looking a little odd and aggrieved, coupled with infuriation.
Lu Yanchen merely had a single glance to tell that there was something off about her. Even though he had his doubts, he did not ask her about it.
Instead, he reached out for the back of his car, retrieving an exquisitely intricate box…


After a delirious first night together, Shi Guang found herself waking up to a cruel reality… a breakup initiated by him, ending their relationship!

What? Why? How? These were the questions that bugged Shi Guang’s mind in the two years after he left without a trace.

Just as she thought that she had finally managed to get over him, Lu Yanchen suddenly appeared before her and before she knew it, she had to get married to this man who had dumped her two years ago?!

What? Why? How? These were the questions that Shi Guang were faced with after his mysterious appearance once more.

Just what are Young Master Lu’s motives? Why is he always watching out for her even though he was the one that had dumped her? 
And worst still… 
What’s with that tsundere attitude of his…?! 

Translator’s Review:
This is a really sweet novel about a couple that just annoys one another in the cutest ways. 
Lu Yanchen is a descendant of a powerful aristocratic military family. Cold, aloof, genius and sharp, this is a man that has it all – status, smarts and looks. But none of that matters when it comes to affairs involving his silly woman as everything melts away into an encompassing warmth.
Purple-Red Beauty is someone that spends a lot of time building the settings of her novels. Earlier on, I too was rather annoyed at some of the things that Lu Yanchen did. But once the story gets on track… everything suddenly seemed even sweeter than before!  
If any of you have heard of the Japanese manga Itazura na Kiss or have caught any of the many Japanese (Mischievous Kiss), Chinese (It Started With A Kiss) and Korean (Playful Kiss) drama reboots made for it, you will definitely love it! :P

Nate and I started dating for 1 year and 2 months, made it official on 6th month of our 2nd year and got engaged on our Senior year.

I packed my stuff trembling, Nate started to ignore my messages, but he never missed one from my grandparents. It was after he won at a match but got a left knee injury that was only seen when he had his x-ray. Also the time when I thought someone died on my table, it took the person 18 minutes before I felt him alive again that took all of my energy; didn't know what to do, given that I have completed all the necessary and required studies, experience and certifications. Just a mere memory makes me want to hide myself, I decided to take a break, which my parents was completely against it. For I started to be known as General Surgeon. I took the earliest flight to Italy, just got the acceptance letter from one of  their culinary schools. My grandmother was crying when I locked my luggages, while she kept on saying that I better make sure to make the travel just short for she'll be waiting for her grandchild to be born in this world. Mostly apologies was all I can say to all of them; even at that moment, at the time, before my plane took off, there's no sound from Nate. I kept my tears bottled up till I was out of sight, for hours I kept it in since I know acceptance of failure is a must and some people in the medical field experienced the same but it was very difficult for me to do. 
As I got out of the airport, unfamiliar people seen, foreign scent surrounds me and gloomy winds passes. I hailed a cab for me to reach my end point, the street were not the same, narrow alleys welcomes me and uncommon trees greeted me. As I stepped out of the car,  took out my luggage the bricks I stepped on somehow comforts me. The unfamiliar zone that I am in somehow helped me forget what I left behind but a part of me pushes for me to be reminded to accept and understand what I've been through. Opened the entrance door of not a hotel but a 8 storeys home. My room is just on the 2nd floor, not so spacious as I imagined it to be, but it'll do. There's not much time to rest, but I have to since it's my first day of training later, at 8:00 AM. It is a new day I said to myself, took my bag with my letter of acceptance for a baking school. Each time I check my email still Nate haven't replied, I decided not to send any from this day forth. There's still some missing pieces within myself that I need to build once more. When I came in, as I look at my schedule, it's mostly classroom exercises for 2 straights days, the hands on classes will last for 3 months long. From the time I opened the window from my apartment till now, I can smell the sweet aroma of breads. I slipped through my kitchen uniform, it's color reminds me of the doctor's robes my parents gave me. When the bell rang, the restroom was just beside the room for my first class. I hurriedly went inside and sat on the first seat I saw which is by the corner of the door. I laughed at myself, it feels I'm in the year when there's not much responsibilities. The professor came, I assume he'll be addressed as 'capocuoco' I said to myself. In the middle of the class my name was called, he read the essay that I submitted to ask about the teas. I had to hold back the tears , I've been missing my grandmother since I left our house. He asked, what would I suggest if given a pastry if but much sweetness, let's say a non traditional Buddino di rise. I just made a wild guess, which is something always being prepared by my grandmother with her non so sweet rice cakes. 'There's this black tea made out of Camellia Sinensis, and will add a cinnamon stick.' He smiled and he thought I would suggest a fruit tea, I smiled back and said to him. It is somehow necessary to pair most sweet desserts with tea that has a bit of bitterness. I sat back, and took a deep breath. I am really not prepared for this, but the pressure of not knowing this diverts my attention. 
Everyday I send pictures to my parents and grandparents, but on my 8th month from the picture that was sent by my father. I saw a big difference from the grandmother's body. They came to Italy 3 months after I left home, they were happy with what I accomplished but I did noticed the sadness from my grandparents. They even want to bring home some breads that I baked. I told them I'll come home soon, but something worries me after they left. There's something doesn't quite fit perfectly, something that I am not seeing, but I can sense it from a distance. I kept on praying, hoping that nothing might happen that no sickness will come to them but a part of me knows it is inevitable for their age for them to know and be aware of what they need more for their body. Days went by till it's my 12th months stay but each time I come home, I found myself creating those steamed cakes my grandmother used packed  as my lunch. Monday came when I was about to get out of my apartment when my phone rang, and it was my grandmother. She sound sick, told her to make sure that she drinks much liquids especially those tea's that she always makes. I asked her if I need to go home, she said no, that everything is alright but she did ask me to hurry home and she hopes it soon. No mention of Nate from me, as the days gone by I just started to ignore whatever longings I have to have a conversation with him. Till now, after almost a year there was no sound even a breeze of wind from him. I felt rejected for no reason but a part of me understood the isolation since I need it myself. But somehow I do need someone who I can talk to. Spent all day experimenting on the deserts, pastries and bread; pairing with wine and teas. It does show how much they prefer espresso than sweet coffee concoctions. Late night on the same month, I got a call from my father saying that my grandmother caught a flu and he saw something from her veins that we need to talk about upfront. She's not admitted, but asked to stay home and not to exert  much work that would make her veins grew tired. I immediately sent a text to my grandfather, I know they'll be awake around that time. I called when I receive a reply, his voice wasn't the same as before and just what I thought. It was something they never want me to know. He told me a tale, the time when they were still unmarried, how athletic my grandmother was. That there was a time when she had a match outside school, off- the- country that caused her shoulder. She was told that once something hinders it again, it will affect her forearm that will opt her veins to react. She always win on competitions, but on that day she fought while with fever, it was because of her stubbornness that even her coach didn't got a hand on the decision. When I heard about it, I want to come home. The her voice came thru, my grandfather shifted his tone and said, don't worry sweetheart, I'll make sure she won't sweat unless its Tai Chi. I put down the phone but there's something more to what my grandfather told me. My grandmother said always when I start to loose my confidence, that the brain has a where in the chi and subconscious interacts that intertwines a certain and very specific energy that forced a person's drive to be at its peak in achieving the goal. She also said, that the heart at times is too soft that makes it too vulnerable to depend on. When a sudden memory came through, that she used to take hawthorn berries, ginger or at times ginseng tea; sent a text to my parents and grandfather to make sure she takes it 3 times a day. 

'Reading at a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits.' - Albert Einstein

Since then, it was hard for me to focus, I kept thinking how my grandmother's health is. Everyday my parents keep me posted of each test she went through, the herbal medicines she prefers and hate, they even sent a photo of my grandmother's sibling's notes of a certain Chinese herbs that she used in fish head soup and as tea after the incident my grandmother went thru. But each time I spoke to her, it felt she was really pushing herself for me not to notice the certain change, she must be in pain my thought was each time we put down the phone. I wanted to be there, I really do. The nights went by so quickly and for months I kept getting this dream seeing someone who looks like my grandmother but I know she is not. Read books about dreams interpretation but I was taught that there are some meanings of an individual's dream aren't written, the true description can be found within oneself. 

Things was doing well, the results of each test after 3 months changed, still she was ask not to do much. Ensure that she monitors all her movements, not to force herself to execute her old routines since its still swollen,  but that day when she was left on her own. Something happened,  and it was because of a box of her teas that caused her unbearable pain. My grandfather felt that something was wrong that he went home without ending a meeting himself. When they reached the gate, Silver was waiting for him like he wanted to tell him something. He went inside the house, my grandmother was on their bed and Husk, her arms was on Husk body like our pet was giving support to something. As Sam our samoyed was on her left side, resting her hand on his face while he sat on the floor. Sam run towards my grandfather when he saw him, then towards the table where her teas are untouched. He waited till she wakes up. That night I received another call that she was admitted in a hospital.

“Till he came at the right moment once more, one thing I never noticed when we were young. After those years of separation; isolation from each, the thought of growing apart; the need to find oneself and the hunger of being alone kept us away. It was choosing passion against responsibility that brought us back and yet the sensation of our chosen path gives took us away from our emotions.”

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