Hannah's POV
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Mia really liked her presents. She almost burst into tears. But unfortunately, I had to ruin the moment and remind her of what every kid dreads.

School.

Man fuck school! Oh! Linear equations, trigonometry, algebra, science, and all that useless shit!

I know a lot of people say that but c'mon! When am I gonna use that!? How about something useful!? I can imagine the job interviews!

Oh, no I don't know anything about the job but I do know how to find X!

Like what to do when a health crisis arises. Or I'm stuck somewhere and can't get out! Or what to do when adulthood approaches! God, they're basically telling us, oh here's information that's over ninety percent useless.

Oh, you're eighteen, you haven't dropped out, or killed yourself due to ignored bullying, and you actually graduated but can't find a job with the information you know!

Oh, that's too bad, sorry but go eat shit, you're an adult now, and we expect you to take care of yourself even though we never taught you how! Now use your mediocre education to get into a pricey college, that will put you in debt for the majority of your life!


Just tell us to go stick a broom up our ass why don't ya.

*Oof* My rant on the school system was cut short by Mia throwing a pillow at my face.

"Stop thinking about how useless school is and get dressed!" She exclaimed.


When the hell did she get up!?

Mia glared at me, but because of her puppy-like features, it was really cute.

"Clothes, on body, NOW!" She ordered.

I stifled a laugh and nodded before standing up and heading to the dresser.

It seems Mia already had her clothes picked out. I could tell she was feeling happy based on her outfit choice.

She wore light pink shorts with suspenders, a long-sleeved white shirt, a cropped light pink hoodie, knee-high light pink socks, light pink sneakers, and a shitload of matching pink hair accessories.

Meanwhile, I just put on some slightly ripped skinny jeans, a baggy black long-sleeved shirt, black and white sneakers, and put my hair in a low ponytail.

I chuckled as Mia made sure to show off her necklace and looked at me to do the same.

I couldn't resist those puppy eyes so I did the same.

After gathering all our stuff we finally set off for he-, I mean school.


(A Few Minutes Later)


We arrived at the huge torn down building with kids and teens swarming in.

We gave each other the 'Let's get this done' look, before heading in already annoyed.

Once we got in we could already feel the stares and the following whispers.


Some about how trashy we were and baseless rumors. Mostly said by the future thots, I mean bitches, I mean girls! Yeah, that's what I meant.

While the others were mostly horny guys, talking about which one of us they'd rather do and all kinds of sexual shit. 

Though I'm pretty sure half of them are joining in because they feel like they have to. While the others want to stay in Narnia.


For fuck's sake, you are fourteen! Calm down! Or grow some balls! But if they did grow balls they would immediately be kicked back inside their bodies by their new bullies. So I can't really blame them, but I'm still gonna.

*Ugh* I hate this place. But what I hate even more is that Mia and I have first period apart.

I have Science while Mia has Science with a different teacher.


I realized we had arrived at my classroom and I felt my heart twinge. Mia looked up at me with a knowing look and we both sighed.

She gave me a quick hug and I patted her head in return. She let go of me and started walking in the direction of her class.

She gave one more sorrowful wave before hightailing it to her class.

You'd think we're going to leave each other forever. I love it.

I stared at the bronze doorknob and gripped it tightly. *Sigh!*

I pushed the door in and was attacked with the sound of babbling of all the other kids or teens my age.

When I came in everyone turned to me and immediately started snickering.

They did something to my desk, just watch.

I walked over to my reserved seat and WHAT. A. SURPRISE. Note the sarcasm.

There are drawings of dicks, tits, and curse words. This wouldn't have happened if we had joint tables.

The snickering grew louder as I stared at it.

I wiped my finger on it and, yep it's Sharpie.


I looked at the clock at the front of the class.
I got about five minutes.

I walked over to the whiteboard and grabbed a dry erase marker and the whiteboard eraser.

I could see the confused looks on their faces as I walked back to my desk.

I took the dry erase marker and colored over the Sharpie drawings. Then I took the eraser and erased both the Sharpie and dry erase marker.

I'm glad this lifehack doesn't just work on whiteboards.

I clicked the top back onto the marker and placed both it and the eraser back on the board. I scurried back over to my seat and sat down just in time for the head bitch-, I mean teacher! The teacher to come in and plop her sagging ass in her chair.

What? I called her teacher, that's the maximum amount of respect I'm gonna give er'.

I took out my textbook and ignored the gaping oafs who couldn't believe what just happened.

Class went by normally. Except that there were fewer spitballs and other shit, thrown at my head.

Once the bell rang, everyone quickly scrambled to shove their stuff into their bags and go quickly out the door.

I calmly put my stuff in my bag and slowly stood up and got ready to leave.

"Hannah, " Oh damn it here we go, " Come here, please." The teacher called me.

I tried so hard not to roll my eyes and strode over to her nice and composed.

Once I got to her desk she immediately said, " I heard you wrote on your desk. You will come to school on Saturday for detention."

She didn't even look up from her papers. 

It would be useless to try and argue with her so I just nodded and went for the door. 

"You shouldn't be so passive. You won't get anywhere in life like that." She uttered one more sentence

*Scoff* She's just trying to encourage me to fight back even though she knows I'll be punished.

Bitch.

I give her a small smile and another nod before I pull the door open. 

One hour.

That was how long this piss pit took to drain the happiness from my body. If I ever make it rich I will burn this place to the ground and rebuild it.

Once I closed the doof behind me, guess who came up with a big hug to take all my negative things away.

It should be obvious who it by now. Mia clasped her arms around my waist and snuggled her head against me.

We could both hear the not so silent jeers and insults from everyone else but we couldn't give a rat's ass.

"C'mon let's go we'll be late." She chimed.

One of the only semi-decent things about this place is that aside from first period, Mia and I have all our other classes together.

To avoid droning on, we then had history, French, and then finally we got to eat lunch.

We walked into the cafeteria and the same thing happened here as what happened in the hallway.

Whispering, hecklers, and yadda, yadda.

I protected Mia from any food that was thrown at us, the cuteness of her outfit must remain unscathed.

We said hi to lunch ladies, yes we're on good terms with the lunch ladies, and grab our trays that have... Uh?

Mashed potatoes? Macaroni? Guacamole? All I know is that it's mushy, for now, and has a bunch of different colors.

The lunch ladies gave us a sorry look. They just serve the shit, they don't really make it. I feel bad for them.

We, in turn, gave them an understanding nod.

We finally got down in a table in the corner that's close to the trash cans. It's not that bad really. We're also on good terms with the janitors so they usually spray or put some air freshener down.

And put a little extra effort into cleaning our little corner. It's actually quite cozy and serene. The other tables aren't close enough for us to hear or throw food at us.

And it's the only place in her that doesn't smell like sweat and vomit.

We began to dig into the-, the-, yeah, I still don't have a clue what this shit is.

It didn't taste half bad though.

*Bang Stomp Stomp Stomp* 

"Brianna!"

"Brianna, what's wrong!?"

"Hey, calm down!"

"What's going on!?"

We heard a commotion nearby but we couldn't care less. If we finished early then we can head to P.E sooner. 

We all know what humiliation can happen in the locker room. Either from experience, a movie, or from someone who's actually been through it. We've all either read or seen Carrie.

"Hey!" I heard someone shout but I thought it was just regular teen drama that didn't involve me.

"Hey!" The shouting grew louder. Man, can't she do this somewhere else?

"Uh, sis." Mia got my attention away from my food just as a fist struck the table.

We both looked up and it was, drum roll, please.

She's the cliche of rich girls, the queen bee, the head mean girl, the most popular, head cheerleader, preppy yet nasty, high heel wearing, a tiny ass flaunting, spoiled, entitled, bossy, and big tittied female dog.

The one who always bullies us the most out of anyone. Brianna Charles everybody, give her a hand!

But seriously, what did she want with us now?

My name is Hannah and I have a twin sister named Mia. Sorry, it's not the most glamorous introduction but her goes nothing.

You see life hasn't exactly been kind to either of us. Our parents hated and abandoned us. We’re poor and we get bullied A LOT at school. But we both have each other and that's enough for us. So we spent almost all our time together and we overcame all things that came our way.

But as luck would have it we were cornered on a bridge by a group of pricks. Nothing we haven't handled before but this time they pulled out knives. 

We had to escape so in a split-second decision we jumped off the bridge into the freezing water. 

We both thought we'd die but hey, it was better than being stabbed. We couldn't afford any hospital bills if we lived, so yeah, this seemed like the best option.

Everything went black and I thought that was the end.

But suddenly I could feel my body again.

Wait! Why does my skin feel so weird? What happened to my legs? Are these hooves?

I had become a horse?

No wait this bump on my head, a horn?

I had become a unicorn?

You know what? No, no, no, no! I am not going to be a unicorn. A slug, a snail, a monkey, hell I would even be a banana. Not some rainbow riding unicorn.

I was ready to give up then and there. But I then realized my sister had come along on my little transmigration. Except she was a bicorn. Basically a unicorn but with two horns.

So I decided to suck it up and continue living happily with my sister.

But oh fate just loves to screw with me.

It turns out that this world is really dangerous! It had monsters, beasts, dragons, dungeons, human hunters, elves, beastmen!

To make matters worse unicorns and bicorns are one of the weakest creatures to ever walk in this world. We can run fast but that's pretty much it. Some of us can use magic and talk and if we're really desperate for their lives we might charge but that's it.

The only way we survived is by traveling in a pack or herd if you will and grazing in the most remote of locations. You know those pictures of unicorns quietly grazing in a meadow with a waterfall and a rainbow going across the big blue sky.

Yeah, we only hang there so we don't die and be skinned and have our horns ripped out our skulls.

No big deal, we can handle it.


But the almighty fate or luck or whatever you wanna f*****g call it struck again. Our parents seemed to have crossed over into this world as well. Because not only do they hate us our entire herd does so we were kicked out.

We both thought we would die again but I ended up killing a small rabbit and this popped into my head.

[You have learned ’charge’]

Ok as it turns out me and my sister both have a cheat system and skills. 

Hmmm, maybe this won't be so bad after all. 

Oooh, rabbit! You're mine! CHARGE!

He weiwei watched patriach Yu and his bodyguards backs. she scoffed, "I have scenes today and the banquet party was tonight so anything happens, call my brothers. after I complete all of my scenes, I will settle what should be settled long ago"  

she give her word and board the car waiting for her with Liu  zi.

the members of the roslian alliance trust their president's abilities. if she was that fragile, would she be sitting on a throne everyone want to sit on for years? 

Liu zi glanced at He weiwei who was quiet after they boarded the car. her tired expression clearly visible on her face. "you can't stay like this, you know"

He weiwei smiled coldly. the moment her grandfather throw all the dirty works on her, she didn't even know what to do. instead of her brothers, her grandfather  chose her. why? because he didn't want her only granddaughter was defenseless, hiding under her family's wings. "my hands are dirty with countless of people's blood. I can't erase that fact even if I want to change"

"then don't let it hold you accountable for that. you have your own life, opinions to choose from and which way you want to walk in. don't let this hide you from everyone. you are a joyful person, your appearance didn't suited with this kind of environment actually" Liu zi laughed.

He weiwei turned her head. "grandfather is someone I respected the most. but my patience is running dry"

liu zi pursed his lips. his eyes widened. "what-what do you-"

"sometimes I want to kill him for sending me to a cruel place. I don't have a childhood memories and I wasn't even gone to school back then. I'm a girl who want to make friends, a girl that was sent away just because she was fragile and meek" He weiwei cut in his words. her eyes was murderous and her lips curled into a smile that Liu zi seen whenever she was having fun playing around with someone's stupid acts.

"Liu zi, will you still follow me even if I killed so many people?" He weiwei glanced at the man who was calm and composed after a split of second.

liu zi smile, "Mistress, almost a decade ago, I pledged to protect you, serve you and promised that I will not betray you. do you think I forget what I have said? even until now,  I will always follow you"

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Author's words.

I'm sorry that I didn't update these weeks. my exams is next week, monday. so I was preparing for my exam but I will always appreciate all of you that read my very first novel! although I didn't have a big fanbase, the fans that support me and didn't leave me even when I don't published any chapters for a long time, I LOVE YOU GUYSS!!!

-leafygirl☘

the natural beauty of City Z, He weiwei was known for her 7 years relationship with Li yaojie, the cold and arrogant young master of the Li family.

one was a joyous girl while the other was a cold man, will their love get stronger by the obstacles from the entertainment industry? 

"You're mine, Weiwei" 

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Hi everyone!

this is my first time writing a book so there is mistakes in pronouncation and such. I wantto apologize if my the way I write the stort was not good and can't match with your criteria.

thank you!

Have you ever wondered what happened to all of the mystical creatures and supernatural people whom you've read and watched movies on? Have you ever thought maybe they really did exist and part of you want them to exist? Well, I'm here to tell you that they exist. Goblins, fairies, witches and yeah you guessed it! Unicorns! They all exist and they can be your teacher, your neighbor, even Mr. Fletcher from band camp. 

   Too bad this isn't a fairytale...

   Hi there, my names Mulanie, but everyone just calls me Lanie. I'm 21 and I'm a Capri-

"Lanie! Mulanie Marie Crawford!" Aunt Vivian shouted. "I've been calling you for awhile, get your head back on your shoulders and pay attention for once!..."

"Sorry aunt Vivian, I didn't mean to-"

"Enough with the excuses Lanie, now answer this question" as she angrily smacked the pointer on the dry erase board.

"Yes ma'am. What is one of the hearts 4-"

"My god! Lanie speak up, you're quieter than a church mouse on a Sunday!"

"Yes ma'am. What is one of the hearts 4 chambers?!" I say with a louder tone "The first chamber is the right ventricle. It's job is to pump deoxygenated blood to the pulmonary artery."

"Very good, you may take your seat now, next time I call you, I expect you to answer right away, do you understand?"

A creek comes from behind and Aunt Lola approaches

"Viv, give sweet Lanie a break, you have this poor child shaking in her boots everyday." Aunt Lola says softly

"No! She needs to learn manners. Where did we go wrong?!" Aunt Vivian shouts

Aunt Lola put her hands on my shoulders and gives me a slight smirk

"Darling, why don't we call it a day, okay? I just finished baking chocolate chip cookies with a twist, tell me what you think is the new ingredient?"

   I start to get up from my desk 

"No! Lola, we still have 7 minutes and 12 seconds left of today's lesson. Sit down Lanie!"

I sit back down 

"Yes ma'am"

"Honey, go ahead and get to the kitchen, I'll talk with your aunt." Says aunt Lola with a slightly sassy tone

"Yes ma'am"

I look at aunt Lola for more confirmation before I get up

"LANIE STOP BEING SO DISOBEDIENT!" Aunt Vivian shouted. Her words echoed through the opened door and all throughout the house. 

Her glare cuts through me like a knife and I sit down quickly. Aunt Lola pulls my arm with an unexpected strength and glared at me to leave so I get up...again

"LANIE! LANIE GEt back here" Aunt Vivian voice fades out as I get further and further away from the room. 

I let out a great sigh 

The smell of freshly baked cookies soothes me as I get closer to the kitchen. My watch starts beeping as a 5 minutes reminder.

"Oh crap I need to hurry and start my pc up! My guild members might get annoyed with me if I'm late for the raid again!"

I grab a handful of cookies from the plate on the counter and run upstairs to my room. 

"Come on come on computer! My baby you need to hurry a little, mama's begging you. "

                      -update needed-

"No no no! Where's the 'remind me later' button?! ....oh yeah I've been postponing the update for 4 days already..."

                -pushes update button-

Mulanie is a 21 year old who belongs to a long line of voodoo queens but do not possess the power, so as she believes. For unspoken reasons, Mulanie is home-schooled by her mom, grandmom, and aunts at an early age. She is not allowed to venture into the outside world so she spends her time playing an online pc game where she can be the person she wants to be in the virtual world. She is a hopeless romantic with no experience of love until she meets a mysterious guy. She have the feeling of knowing him, but from where? What type of fate is in store for our poor Mulanie?

Alex didn't stop once he started, no matter how much Mr. Crestfall yelled. Alex quieted the audience again, which they did immediately. They didn't want to miss anything. Alex lifted a police report into the air. "This is the police report from the wreck. The driver of the truck that struck my daughter's car belongs to a Mr. Kitt Williams. The same man that shot me," He added before glancing at Mr. Crestfall.

Alex set the files down and crossed his arms lightly, "You're right. Documents can be forged. That's why I even brought audio evidence." Alex pulled out the cell phone from his pocket holding it out. "Mrs. Crestfall, My mother-in-law, brought me this. She didn't like the way Mr. Crestfall was treating her daughter and decided to record every phone call or conversation about the manner." Alex put the phone near the microphone and pushed play, letting the people hear it. The voice was definitely Mr. Crestfalls. On one recording it had Mr. Crestfall yelling about how Kaia returned. Then the other was him ordering the hit on Alexa.

The crowd became an uproar, some even yelling at Mr. Crestfall saying he was a monster. Alex looked at the people of the audience, "We will hand out a set of the documents to each media and newspaper team in the audience. My assistants will pass them out," He said hearing a shrill from the crowd.

Mr. Crestfall broke away from the security guards and went to attack Alex. Without changing his expression, Alex dodged his attack before grabbing his arm and kicking his legs off from under him. Mr. Crestfall landed on his back with a grumble. The security took him back in custody. Alex dusted his hands off as if he was handling trash before looking at the people. "Thank you for attending this event. I must return to my wife and daughter," He turned to leave. 

Mr. Crestfall called out, "Sabor. Why didn't you just take me out?"He said only to where Alex could hear him. Alex didn't even look at him, "I'm not rubbish. I won't stoop as low as you," He proclaimed walking from the venue. Zac went to the front to close out the event.

Mr. Crestfall was taken into custody, and a warrant of arrest was issued for Caine. Alex returned to the hospital as quick as he could. When Alex walked in, Bretton was playing for the now Semi-awake Alexa. Kaia looked up at Alex and smiled, "She awoke moments ago." Bretton stopped playing and moved away, giving Alex some room to get through.

Alex walked over to the bed leaning down lightly placing a kiss on Alexa's forehead." Hey baby girl, you had me worried," he lifted his head to look at Alexa who was silently crying. Alex frowned, "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"He asked caressing her cheek. 

Alexa didn't say anything; she just closed her eyes. Alex looked to Kaia in question, "Why isn't she speaking?" Kaia shrugged shaking her head."The pain meds are strong. She might just be tired still. Give her time," She said softly, as Alex walked over sitting next to her.

Bretton placed the keyboard back in place gathering his things. "Thanks for letting me come again. I have to go to the company; I can't slack off, "He said looking at Alex. Alex smirked, "I'll call you a car. The main entrance might be hectic still so use the secret side entrance." Bretton smiled and waved."Thanks again! I'll come again soon, "He announced before walking out.

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Days went by, and Alexa was getting better and better. Because of her lung, she had to stay on oxygen. Her skin graft took well, and it looked like her burns were never there, besides a small scar on the back of her neck. 

Bretton visited every day. He came with new songs to play and some homework so she wouldn't get behind. Everything seemed great; She was moving bit by bit and interacting more. The only concern everyone had was the fact that she wasn't speaking.

Alex and Kaia began to worry, so they decided to talk to the doctors to see what to do. The doctors suggested therapy, thinking it was psychological since there was nothing wrong in or around her voice box. 

After a week and a half, the doctors decided to let Alexa go home since her lung was healing well. At this time she kept a dry erase board with her to write out her words instead of speaking. Bretton and Alexa sat on the couch in the living room doing homework for the day. 

Kaia sat in the kitchen going through Sabor Sights books, still getting everything back in order. She didn't like the feeling she had. Her gaze turned to Alexa, and she frowned lightly. Why wasn't she speaking? Kaia looked down back at the papers before stacking them up going around the counter to get dinner prepared.

Bretton finished a problem and then looked up. "Alexa… Why won't you talk?"He asked closing his book setting it to the side. Alexa looked at him then back down at her book. Bretton let out a small sigh, stretching. "How about I sing you something, Your choice," He said pointing at the piano.

Alexa nodded and picked up her board writing something down before holding the board up to him. It read, 'Do the ponies lullaby.' Bretton looked over her words before nodding. He sat at the piano and played for her while singing. When he finished the lullaby, he just played a little melody on the piano that he's been writing for a while. He kept playing even though hearing Alexa clank her marker against the board trying to get his attention. 

The more he ignored her, the more displeased Alexa became. She tried throwing a balled up piece of paper and nothing. Scowling slightly, she slammed her hands down."Bretton! Don't ignore me!"She exclaimed puffing angrily. Bretton turned at the sound of her voice. He blinked for a few seconds before smirking, "I didn't think it would actually work."

Kaia Crestfall is the youngest CEO of Crestfall Industries, a leading business in the entertainment world. But despite being capable of such a high position, she still needs to constantly watch her back. Especially with a fiance who has ulterior motives…

One day, after calling her mom to call off the engagement for the umpteenth time, she almost gets run over by a car. Narrowly escaping death, she is pulled into the arms of the last person she expected to meet. The one person who had broken her heart...the one person who will brighten her world...the one person she should never be with… Why? Because he’s her enemy. But for some reason, while she is stunned by the man in front of her, he tells her, “Marry me…”

*End: Cliche synopsis plot (only as a set-up for the rest of the story!!!)*
*Start: The storyline after they get together* 

Despite many hidden secrets along the way, the secret relationship between her and the love of her life—Alexander Sabor—continues to grow. But as fate may have it, due to a dangerous man playing a dirty trick behind the scenes she is once again torn away from Alex. This time not of a broken heart from betrayal, but one of love and endurance.  

As you read, get ready for some cute and heartwarming, as well as some heartbreaking scenes. But a good story will always have its heart-wrenching twists and turns!

***“FLUFF” WARNING (a.k.a “the birds and the bees”): Chapter 7: The First Time & more to come in the future ;)


Special thanks to Editor/Proofreader
TomoChinYan
Cover Art: Tzviatko Kinchev

After I had come up with a possible plan, I spent the next 2 months fixing the Orion. I used the outposts manufacturing room to make all the new power crystals needed to replace the damaged ones on board the Orion. I had to wait about a month and a half before I could work on the hyperdrive and inertial dampeners. After I had integrated the knowledge I proceeded to spend the next two weeks fixing the hyperdrive and inertial dampeners. I actually fixed them in the first week but spent the next week actually learning how they actually worked. Even though I have the knowledge of how they worked, it is better to actually put the skills into use to gain experience. I actually fixed everything except for the sublights. I actually had no idea on how to fix them. But thankfully, the outposts' dry dock had an automated repair function that I conveniently just discovered after I fixed everything other than the sublights. The repair function sent out mini drones that did its job after I pumped quite amount of resources into it. They looked somewhat like the repair drones on the Destiny. It took about 19 hours for the repair drones to do its thing. In the mean time I spent the next 3 days building 8 Asgard beam weapon emitters. I then spent the next day placing 4 in the front portion and 4 in the rear. I put 4 on the dorsal and ventral hulls on both portions.

After the Orion was fully repaired, I commanded half of the bug replicators to stay in the outpost and to keep any unwanted guests from entering and order the rest to board the Orion with me. I commanded them to just roam the halls of the ship and to respond to any emergency that might happen while the ship was in motion. I made my way to the bridge and sat down in the captains chair. I felt myself connect with the ship fully and did a quick systems check. Primary and secondary power, check. Life support, check (even though I technically don't need it). Sensors, check. Navigation, check. Inertial dampeners, check. Sublights, check. Hyperdrive, check. Shields, check. Weapons, check. I also discovered that the Orion also has a core drive. Using it, I was able to see in real time the other Lantean Aurora class warships. There weren't a lot left from what I could see and many more were being destroyed quickly.

I sent a command to the hanger bay doors to open. The doors made a shrill screeching sound as the gears opened the heavy hanger doors. After the doors fully opened, I commanded the ship to rise and head for orbit. The ship roared to life and successfully rose slowly up into the air. After it cleared the hanger, the sublights kicked in and the Orion soared towards space. I was in orbit in a matter of seconds. Even though I did a check on everything I haven't tested them. So, I decided to do a quick check. I scanned the solar system for any targets that i could use for a weapons test and discovered a fairly large asteroid belt. I directed the ship to head for one of the bigger asteroids in the belt.

I "saw" in my mind where the asteroid that I was targeting was in relation to the ship. I could feel the amount of drones that I had on board numbered in the few hundred. Nowhere near full capacity. That would be something that I fix after I gain access to the city ship on the lord protectors planet. Instead of wasting the drones, I direct the pulse weapons to charge up and to fire when at max charge. The turrets rotate towards the asteroid and fire after a second. The full volley of 8 turrets on the dorsal hull fired at once. The asteroid was destroyed in a dusty explosion. Sending debris everywhere. Some pieces even large enough that could have damaged the ship had the shields not been in place to deflect them. So with this small test, I found out that the weapons, shields, navigation, sublights, and sensors all work as they should. The only thing that was left was to test the Asgard beam weapons and the hyperdrive. I quickly selected another asteroid, this one even bigger than the last and powered up the beam weapons. Using the 4 emitters in the front of the ship, I blasted the huge asteroid with a volley. The damage was immense. The asteroid was cut up like a big piece of butter. 

Well, that concluded all the tests other than the hyperdrive. Now I just had to choose my first destination. And I think I might have an idea on where to go for my test run. That is, if where I want to go is actually there at this time. I quickly pull up the core drive information and check the ships sensors to see if what I am looking for is there. And thankfully, though not for the people at the place where I want to go, it was where it should be. After I confirmed that, I disconnected the core drive from the ship, making it so that the other ships wouldn't be able to see me on their core drives.

I commanded the ship to set navigation to the place's coordinates and head into hyperspace. The Orion adjusted itself before creating a hyperspace window and accelerating inside. The ships computer "told" me that it would reach the coordinates in roughly 3 hours considering that Taranis was a fairly far distance away and the coordinates were at the edge of the galaxy. I made my way to one of the jumper bays. Thankfully I didn't have to walk the full length of the huge ship. I quickly made my way using the ships' internal transporters. Though what was stupid in my opinion is that there were a sparse amount of transporters in the ship. There was only 5 transporters on board. One lead to the bridge, one led to the auxiliary bridge, one led to engineering, one led to the power room, and the last led to the jumper bays. Fun fact, I also discovered that the ship has a ring room. Though the rings look way different than the Milky Way variety. Instead of the grey rings, the rings seem to be the Lantean orange/red color scheme that they have going on. I am guessing that they can use the rings to move from one ship to the other or possibly to get from the ship down to the ground when there was no jumpers.

Anyway, after I used the internal transporters to get to the bay, I swung my arm in front of the bay airlock. The airlock's interior door opened and I stepped inside. The interior door closed and I swung my arm to open the exterior door. The door opened without venting of atmosphere because the bay doors where closed and even if they weren't, there was the bay shields that can hold the atmosphere in place.

Inside the bay was surprisingly a few jumpers. Not a full bay but there was at least a dozen or so jumpers in this bay. And there are more than just one bay, so who knows how many more jumpers are on board. This is good news for me because I currently don't have the manufacturing capacity to build a large amount of ships. Even ships as small as puddle jumpers. This is also good news because I now have a few fighters to help me out in ship to ship combat. I know for a fact that the jumpers can be remote controlled cause during the season 1 episode the Siege part 2, McKay and Zelenka were able to connect the drone chair and the puddle jumpers. The disappointing thing was that they never got to use it and they just sort of forgot about it. Oh well, their loss.

After I checked out the jumper bay, I made my way to engineering. With the internal transporter doing its job, I was there in about a minute. I opened the door and saw the ancient style consoles. The screens showing the status of the hyperdrive. I went up to the console and directed it to do a simple diagnostic while in hyperspace. Obviously I can't do a very extensive one while the ship was in hyperspace. If I tried, the ships failsafe would engage and drop the ship out of hyperspace so the hyperdrive doesn't malfunction while trying to do a deep diagnostic and stay in hyperspace at the same time.

The simple diagnostic was finished after a few seconds. The screen showed me that the hyperdrive was at 100% efficiency and that with a boost in power it could be even faster. But I already knew that because that has always been the case. And also the fact that the Orion's hyperdrive was still the interstellar kind, even though it was fast enough to keep up with the Daedalus. I have a vague idea of how much faster the hyperdrive will be after I get to my destination. The Asgard hyperdrives on the O'Neill were fast enough to cross the distance between Ida and the Milky Way in a matter of hours. And I am guessing that the Ancient hyperdrives would be advanced and powerful enough to do the same.

As I was imagining the possibilities that would open up with having a hyperdrive that fast, the ship alerted me that there was a disturbance it was picking up on its sensors. I quickly stopped my train of thought and made my way to the bridge. After I sat down in the captains chair, a hologram appeared in front of me, showing where the disturbance the ships sensors detected. It seemed to be a planet that had no gate address, at least none that I could find from the gate addresses that I had downloaded into my brain. The sensors had detected a single hive with 2 cruiser escorts engaging in a battle with 2 unknown class ships. But they were only unknown to the Ancients and the Wraith. To me, they were a very familiar ship that I didn't think existed in this dimension. It was the unknown alien ship from the alternate dimension that Sheppard's team fought off on an a badly damaged alternate dimension Daedalus. From what the long range sensors on the Orion could detect from hyperspace, the Hive ship and its cruisers was getting its ass handed to it. So it seems that I need to make a slight detour to take care of this, hopefully, small problem. Cause no way in hell do I want these powerful aliens coming in and mucking up the place. Hopefully the Orion with the new Asgard beam weapons and its own considerably powerful armaments will be enough to destroy the two ships. Looks like I'll be giving the Wraith a hand with this one.

I DO NOT OWN any of the Stargate franchise. All characters/objects/concepts that appear in this novel are owned by their respected company. I only take ownership of any original characters/objects/concepts.

Well... I was just informed that I had died. Then I was told that I have been chosen to be reborn. A floating panel with questions on who I want to be and where I want to be reborn pops into existence. And so, I chose the Stargate franchise. Lets hope that I chose wisely.


I am writing this while also working on my other Stargate novel. It is called Stargate Atlantis: Lantean Resurrection. Check it out if you are interested.

Throughout history, it is said that the crow, in many cultures, has played a part in representing both positive and negative symbolic meanings. Just like the raven, the crow signifies rebirth, the mystery of creation, healing, destiny, renewal, intelligence, adaptability, recovery, reflection, and even an omen for death. They are generally known as spirit guides with the ability to go beyond the illusions of inner and outer, under and over, and forward and backward in worlds unseen by mortals eyes. As guides, crows aid lost souls by helping them cross through transitions smoothly by casting light into the darkness that shadows over them. It's also believed that the crow had the power to manipulate its physical appearance making some consider them to be tricksters and manipulative little creatures. Even their color is a representation in itself being of what has not taken form yet, creation, and possibly even the void.
It remains unclear as to why Death had left, but her dearest companion Crow willingly filled her place for the time being until she returned. She knew of his power and saw potential, thus for years, she mentored him in what she did. The job was simple in his mind and being the god of shadows he was capable of doing numerous tasks at once. His only desire was to fulfill the responsibilities of Death and prove himself worthy; to belong. So, to help him achieve this goal, 300 reapers were created by the hands of Crow. They were his own version of Death's reapers; appearing human but were nothing close or anything at all alive. They wore dark cloaks, sometimes modern clothing, with masks to hid a horrid set of teeth that made up their mouths. Their eyes are nothing but piercing silver with dark pupils, but they look more glass-like than actually living eyes. Black streaks stain the pale flesh under those eyes as if their tears burned black into their skin. Only the dead or dying can see them. Overtime Cow furthered modifying his experiments, finding ways to make them more sufficient. Then he created something else entirely separate from a reaper. It was something he imagined would be faster and more delicate toward the young who had died. He was wrong, so very, very wrong and now a plague of over a hundred false creations are now roaming across the Earth, living among humanity but at least trapped in a single realm. He had made sure of that. To rid the Earth of these wicked creations, the god of shadows handpicked his most loyal creations, the reapers, to track down and erase the plague of nightmares before they are able to spread.
"Miss Neureiter!"

I jolt awake from the shout of an angry voice and find my science teacher glaring at me. I can feel the tension in the air thicken between him and me, not to mention all the eyes in the room currently focused on me.

"Y-yes?" I grimace, now realizing I had fallen asleep at my desk...again.

"Have you been listing to anything I've said?" He asks. The harshness in his voice puts me on the spot, and I can't help the lie that all too quickly runs past my mouth.

"Of course I have!" As if it came naturally, I feel the corner of my lips pull at the thought of smiling, but I do my best to conceal it as I continue, "why else would I be here?"

Not a sliver of amusement can be seen in Mr. Wilson's eye's but he looks as if he is holding back his tongue. He adjusts his jaw before walking up to the blackboard. Suddenly I can feel a knot forming like a pit in my stomach. He picks up a piece of chalk and proceeds back over to where I'm sitting.

"Alright then, If you have been listening, go ahead and finish the equation up on the board." With that said, he places the chalk on top of my books and crosses his arms, silently waiting for a response.

I stare down at the piece of chalk silently cursing at myself. Of course, I can't come up with a good line to get myself out of this situation. I'm silent for so long I almost forgot what he said or what I'm supposed to be doing. 

"Miss Neureiter," I shoot him a sudden glance, and just like that, I remember why everything seemed so quiet. His brows narrow, "the board?"

I blinked twice, "hmm? Oh-yea. Mmm no, not really feeling up to it."

"This isn't a choice, Ravenna. I'm telling you to finish it."

I flinch at the sound of hearing that stupid name, especially coming from him. "This is a free country. You can't force me to do anything I don't want to do." Why do I do this to myself?

Mr. Wilson is clearly irritated with me but continues to push anyway, "Can you at least tell us what today's lesson is about?"

Now I can really feel the tension in the room practically strangling me at this point. Why can't I just keep my mouth shut? It shouldn't be so hard. My classmates are silently staring at me, but with a hasty glance around the room, I catch their eyes whispering to one another. I can only guess what each and every one of these asshats thought of me. I was never a class favorite. Not wanting to look at anyone else, I avoid all eye contact but the teachers. I might as well stare him down while I'm already this far in the shit hole today.

Taking a deep breath, I pick up the piece of chalk and forcefully hand it back to Mr. Wilson. I look him dead in the eyes and state, "I can't, and I won't so take it back."

Gradually he takes the chalk from my hand with his brow raised, but I can tell he isn't finished with me. "And why is that, Miss Nueriter?"

I can't, alright? I fell asleep in class again. I'm sorry for wasting your time, blah, blah, blah-which is what I intended to say out loud. Unfortunately, I am forever cursed with a sarcastic mouth.

"I can't because fuck you, that's why. Are we done now?" I've always found it irritating talking with the teachers here. A lot of them are assholes, and actually, this whole town is made up of nothing but assholes. Why do I need to be polite again?

"I beg your pardon?" Why act so shocked? It's not the first time I've said fuck and It probably won't be the last. 

"Karma has big teeth. I hope it bites you in the ass. Care to hear more?" Just stop, Raven. You're just digging a deeper grave. Though the look on his face almost gets me to laugh.

But just like everyone else, Mr. Wilson doesn't take my sarcasm as something to laugh about. In truth, I was hoping to be sent out of the classroom because every part of me desperately wanted to bolt out the door. Hell, I might just do it. However, today is not my day.

"Detention, Saturday from 1 to 4 am right here in this classroom. Continue your little act and I'll double that time. Are we clear?" His threat was just as clear as his expression, so I fall silent with the rest of the room. "Now pay attention."

Mr. Wilson grabs the chalk from my desk, walks back up to the blackboard, and continues the lesson. Despite a lingering need to flee from this hell, I don't move or say another word. Even with their eyes still watching me, I keep my head down and wait for the day to be over already.

When the bell rings, I shot up from my desk with my books already collected in my arms not waiting a second longer to rush out of the classroom. As the hallways began flooding with other students, I avoid eye contact and rush passed everyone to get to my locker. I shove what I needed into my backpack before lifting it from the locker's hook. Swinging the bag over my shoulder, I slam the door shut and take off running down the steps to the ground floor. Grey clouds blanket the sky with light rain as I leave the building.

"Fan-fucking-tastic!" I shout at the sky. Just great, fucking great. It's days like this where I actually wish I could take the bus, or at least have my damn stepmother pick me up. It's not like I can do anything about it now, and I'm definitely not going to wait for the rain to stop. I can't stand another second near this place. I pull up my hood and grip hard onto the shoulder strap of my backpack. Taking a quick look around the parking lot, I see a few cars leaving. Once the last car left I make a beeline down the road. I get as far as the main street before stopping abruptly to catch my breath. I let my backpack slide off my shoulder not caring the slightest about it getting soaked in the mud. I lean against one of the four pine trees lined up in front of a grey house with green trim. With each sharp breath, I mentally mutter, I should work out more, this is ridiculous. I'm such a pathetic mess.

I wipe my face with both hands and brought my attention up beyond the trees. The sky had grown a bit darker since I left and the rain has transferred to a complete downpour. Too bad I didn't bring an umbrella with me. On the bright side, it's only me getting soaked and not my drawing books or iPod. I wish I knew the time though. 

I stand instantly to the sound of something scraping along the concrete. It only lasted a few seconds though, but it sounded close. I turn to look across the road while not really expecting to see anything to which I didn't. I almost shrug it off like everything else that's happened today, but then I hear the same sound only this time coming from behind me. It was short just like the first, and I jump away from the tree quickly looking behind me. I'm sure I heard it. I'm positive something is there, but nothing.

"What the hell?" I mutter and instantly reach for my backpack still on the ground. Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe I'll get attacked by some crazy butcher and left to rot on the side of the road. I grunt at the thought, that's crazy. I doubt anyone would even care about that. It's nothing but my ears playing tricks on me. 

I turn away from the tree and start jogging down the main street again. Upon crossing the road, I hear what sounded like footsteps trailing behind me. Instantly I glance over my shoulder while at the same time slowing down. I stop walking. No one is there. I scan around the now darkened street, but even with the light from the lamp posts, I can't see anyone through the rain. I'm not going crazy, I tell myself. I know I heard those footsteps. It can't just be in my head.

My heart pounds hard against my chest, but I try to stay calm and continue walking. This time I listen carefully for the footsteps through the rain, while looking ahead and telling myself, it's just one more block. I'm not crazy. I'm not hearing things- and then, the footsteps start again. The pounding in my chest doubles. My grip on the strap tightens as I try my best not to panic. Someone is following me, and I'm not sure what is worse, not knowing who is behind me or daring myself to look. I'm actually too terrified to even glance over my shoulder again. What if they fallow me home and wait until I fall asleep to venture inside, and kill me? Shit, should I even go home?

The sound of their footsteps slowly began to rhythm my own, but they never sound too far or too close, as if they were keeping an exact distance from me. I'm so focused on listening to whoever it was behind me that I walk past my own road.

God damn it! This is how I die, isn't it? Can't even pay attention to my own fucking surroundings! I'm such an idiot!

When I hear the scraping of metal against concrete, I thought my body was about to jump out of my skin. I bolt through the yard of an off-white house with no real sense of direction other than blind luck. I run straight into the greenhouse beside the home and force open the door to the other side. Throwing my bag over the fence first I clamber over myself. Landing on my feet, I come face to face with the road to my street along with a figure standing on the other side of it. To say I'm stunned would be an understatement. Whoever the figure is, they're shadowed over by a large tree surrounded by tall shrubs along with the pouring rain. I can just make out the outline of the figure and something else on their face that is glowing or looks reflective before the sound of rustling from over the fence startles me out of hesitation. I bolt the entire way up the road without looking back. The fear of being chased by an unknown force sets me at my doorstep, pounding at a locked door. 

"Alice!" I bang on the door while shouting for my step-sister, who in all honestly probably locked it intentionally. I wait for only a second before practically screaming her name just in case she was blasting music in her ears. I hope she goes deaf, that ungrateful bitch.

"Alice! For fuck's sake open the god damn door-" I stumble forward as the door suddenly throws open. If it wasn't for Alice being there as a barrier I would have hit the floor face first.

"Gah! Get the hell off of me!" Alice shoves me away before narrowing her eyes at me. "What the hell Rava? You're soaking wet!"

The way she expresses the words 'soaking wet' sounds a lot more like filthy or diseased ridden. At least it seemed that way to me. I can hear laughter and cheering going on in the background, coming from the living room. If I had to guess, Alice has 'company' over knowing damn well Melody, my stepmother, being her biological mother, would throw a fit. And another guess, Melody is working late tonight again, which would explain the crowd of guys huddled in the living room. I can practically taste the alcohol in the air. Disgusting pricks.

Alice lets out an irritated and overly exaggerated sigh, breaking me from my thoughts as she backs away a few feet complaining, "Now I have to change clothes. Thanks a lot!" In my defense, her clothes were already ruined, to begin with, if barely enough fabric were covering your skin even counts as clothing. Looks like her choice in style is hanging on by just a thread.

I roll my eyes out of habit, "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have thought twice before letting the rain completely drench me as I had to run all the way here! While I'm at it, I should have learned how to pick open locked doors since I can't depend on a deaf whore to open the fucking door for me."

"The fuck did you call me?"

As if pretending to care, I place my hand over my heart and gasp, "Oh, did I say whore? They get paid for their line of work. I meant slut."

"You're lucky I didn't just leave your ass out there to freeze." She shoots back.

"Oh lucky me. And don't call me Rava. I hate being called that."

Disgusted, she pulls herself away from the room almost muttering the words, "whatever, freak," before entering the laundry room.

I should call Melody about this, but there are only two phones in the house not counting Alice's own cell, and she probably hid them. That's what she did last time I threatened to call Melody, and she proceeded to lock me in the downstairs laundry room for fucking five hours until the party was over. I'd rather not relive that bullshit, no matter how irritating she is. So I pick up my bag and walk upstairs pretending nothing is going on, and everything is sunshine and daisies.

Upon opening my bedroom door, a black fluffy cat with a bobbed tail approaches me. Large paws bat at my feet playfully as I struggle to make it over to my bed without stepping on her. Her hyper personality always makes me laugh. At least someone here is happy to see me.

"Hey, Scaraneta," I chuckle softly while brushing a hand through her thick fur. Dropping my bag onto the floor, I take everything out knowing well that the books are wet. They're school books, but I don't really bother to lay them out to dry. Instead, I just threw them onto the floor and strip out of my clothes to put on something preferably dry and comfortable. Scaraneta climbs onto the bed and watches me contently as I move from one side of the room to the other. I glance her way while putting on a long t-shirt, seeing her all sprawled out on her backside. I grin.

"At least one of us had a good day, hmm? You know, If I could wish for anything, I'd wish to be a cat. Then I could avoid people all day and sleep." I groan at the sudden sharp pain at the back of my neck. Scaraneta chatters at me and the sound makes me laugh.

"I'm fine. My neck just hurts, that's all. I'll be right back." Gathering my wet clothes, I head over to the bathroom, and one by one drop them down the laundry shoot, leaving my hoody for last. I stare at it, debating on if I should sleep without it tonight. I could go downstairs and use the dryer and simply wait for my hoodie to dry, but do I really want to go downstairs right now?

I walk over to the stairs to listen to the party going on down below. The TV is on in the living room. I guess I hadn't noticed that before. They must be watching a football game. I grimace and slump my shoulders. 

"It's not worth it," I sigh.

I decide to keep my hoodie with me tonight and skip dinner. For all I know, Melody might not be back until midnight, possibly even 2 a.m. So there's no point in staying up tonight and waiting for her to come home. I crawl into my bed once the lights are shut off and curl up with my hoodie. Scaraneta instantly joins me and makes herself comfortable besides my right arm closest to my face. Her deep purring comforts me enough to fall asleep. 

Silver spheres stare back at me from within the darkness consuming the room. They pierce directly through me. Reaper? I think not. 

Throughout history, it is said that the crow, in many cultures, has played a part in representing both positive and negative symbolic meanings. Just like the raven, the crow signifies rebirth, the mystery of creation, healing, destiny, renewal, intelligence, adaptability, recovery, reflection and even an omen for death. They are generally known as spirit guides with the ability to go beyond the illusions of inner and outer, under and over, and forward and backward in worlds unseen by mortals eyes. As guides, crows aid lost souls by helping them cross through transitions smoothly by casting light into the darkness that shadows over them. It's also believed that the crow had the power to manipulate its physical appearance making some consider them to be tricksters and manipulative little creatures. Even their color is a representation in itself being of what has not taken form yet, creation and possibly even the void.

It's been exactly a week after the assassin attempt and she was pretty much healed now and she could other work without pain. Today there is a meeting fixed with the Roberts Group and the one that wretched woman called her mother will be attending. No, she was the vice president of the Roberts Group. Strangely enough, they proposed the meeting to be held at Royal Steel. Alexandra agreed and decided to keep her top bodyguards with her. 

Everyone felt like they are being choked to death by the overbearing auras of the two women sitting across each other. One could say that Catherine was an embodiment of an evil queen with her sharp features both uttering elegance and dominance. Like Alexandra, Catherine was also said to be a lady with an iron fist and as Alexandra's mother, Catherine got the credit for all her achievements. Little did they know the true nature of this snake.

Catherine's heart was burning with Ego and jealousy seeing this bastard sitting in the seat that she believed should have belonged to her dear daughter Anastasia. But her perfect facade did not let her express her wrath.  She was smiling at her bastard child as if a proud mother would while Alexandra smiled in mockery. 'Loser' she quietly mouthed and Catherine's sharp eyes got her insult. Her hand itched to slap this bastard in front of everyone.   

"What does my daughter think about the deal?" Catherine asked in a caring mother act. Alexandra wanted to puke blood. 'This scorned woman!' 

"Should I be honest with you?" Alexandra asked looking vexingly at her. Catherine let out an uneasy chuckle only Alexandra could understand. 

"Why of course" Catherine urged. 

"Absolute bullshit," She said looking coldly at her. Catherine was infuriated right now, she wanted to curse her but bit her tongue.

"Is this how you talk to your mother?" Catherine asked in a soft tone. The board members began to feel sorry for Catherine as she was constantly humiliated by her daughter. Alexandra clearly understood what dirty trick Catherine was playing. 

"You are no mother of mine, especially at work, If you are here to talk about business then talk with business ethics and you may address me as Miss Winchester now onwards Mrs. Roberts." She said with a business smile on her face. Catherine couldn't believe that she was talking to her like a total stranger. In the past, Alexandra was scared of her mother the most and now all that fear has turned into hatred.  

"You should learn some manners child" Catherine chided though she wanted to kill this bastard on the spot. 

"You shouldn't have bought personal matters in the first place, Mrs. Roberts, you are a businesswoman yourself I hoped that you would understand but it''s a disappointment you didnt. Nepotism doesn't work in Royal Steel and as the daughter of Benjamin Winchester you would know that better than anyone else don't you?" Alexandra mocked her brutally, the board members internally laughed at Catherine. As her incompetence she wasn't given the Royal Steel, she was a woman who was brainwashed by her husband who was sucking her dry but this woman is madly in love with him to understand. If Alexandra wanted she could save Catherine from the catastrophe that is about to come but of course she would not. She will make Catherine go through hell. 

The meeting was finally over and seeing Alexandra's grim mood Jane was cursing whoever made her mood dampen.

Intense typing noise was heard coming from Alexandra's laptop, her brows furrowed and her eyes glued to the screen. Her fingers started to ache after typing down all the documents. Usually, it was done by her secretary but the thing is, she wanted to distract herself. From Jonathan.

'Should I ask him out for dinner'

'No, he must be very busy right now'

'What if he is busy he is my slave he does what I tell'

'Stop being unreasonable Alexandra!'

'Just call him'

'No don't he will tease me'

"Jane Warren!" She called and Jane came running towards her panicking from the roar.

"What is it, boss?"

"Take this phone far away from me" She thew her phone to Jane who almost stumbled catching it. Why was she so angry today? Was it about yesterday? But she seemed perfectly fine yesterday then what happened? Sometimes even women cant understand women.

She was glancing at her phone every minute but fixes her eyes on the screen again. It was hard for her to avoid him this morning. They were bickering like children which made her cringe in embarrassment recalling that moment. hitting it her head with the document as if it would erase that moment from her memory. She got up from the seat and walked back and forth at a confused state of mind she wanted to meet him at the same time to avoid him. To distract herself decided to draw something, after scribbling with her pen on the white sheet was astound what she had created. She had unconsciously drawn him! and why is he smiling like that?! Was she possessed by his dead fangirl?

There was an incoming call from Jonathan from Alexandra's phone and Jane was contemplating whether to give her boss. She looked as if this phone would cause a great plague. Heaving a sigh she attends the call.

"Hello, its Jane Warren here, boss's secretary."

"Why didny Alexandra attend the call? where is she?" His voice was grim and cold that made Jane quiver in fright. He was getting suspicious if Alexandra was in any sort of danger.

"She is in the office, and her mood is not very good she is acting very peculiar today" She imparted trying her best not to stutter.

"Just give her the phone I will talk to her" The brave Jane enters the lioness's den risking her life. 'I should say goodbye to this world' Jane cried.

"Boss the Jonathan Jonas is calling you" She gulped on what was coming next.

"Okay, give me the phone" She handed the phone to Alexandra with her slightly quivering hands. "You may go now, Jane" and she left thanking the lord.

"What is it, Jonathan?" She asked annoyed.

"Are you angry?" He asked with a gentle voice.

"No, I am not" She broke the nib of the pen she was holding. Jonathan already knew of her bad mood but he didnt knew he was the cause of it. Alexandra was trying to get rid of him from her head but when she does his face pops out of nowhere. What sort of sorcery is this?" She thought.

"Are you free this evening?"

"Yes"

"We can go out for dinner"

"Why would I go out with you?" She arrogantly asks.

"I got you some good news and a gift"

"Wha-" before she could ask he hangs up on the phone.
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"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time place and circumstances the thread may stretch or tangle but will never break"

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Alexandra Winchester who was once known as the Empress had fallen into the fires of agony because of love. The scars that it gave her reminded of her shattered past and her bewitching looks gave her nothing but self-doubt and insecurities. The love which was meant to heal her ruined her completely. She was not afraid of it, rather she thought she could never be loved until...

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Jonathan Jonas AKA Big Bear is the cold, brooding and ambitious person but there's a difference. He has a heart and it beats only for one woman and he had met her. The maiden whose eyes held passionate flames that had made him surrender. Made him fall so deeply that had left him no choice but to choose her and only her.

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He looked into her eyes which were glistened with tears. It enhances her dazzling eyes which were the colours of the uplifting dawn.

"Why are you crying, my love?" He asked caressing her face with adoration. His eyes held so much love for her that she could drown in them.

"I- I am so happy," She said smiling. "I am so happy that I am crying tears of Joy"

"I promise you my love, from this day forward you will only cry tears of joy and will never cry the tears of grief and I will make all of your pains even those scars disappear" 

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A story about revenge, love and war

//Keep in mind that Im an average guy and dont know a single thing about advanced science and am making this up completely. Purely fictional....so try not to get factually butthurt or tell me what I did wrong as the majority of what I'm writing is dumb and fictional.....Im looking at you nerds.....just read and enjoy//

"So, did you finish going over the data?" Michael asked with a polite tone. "If so I'd like to further discuss specimen #98 in greater detail. Furthermore, I believe tests should begin as soon as possible."

Around three hours had passed since Samantha Carson had first met the subject codenamed "Mako". In that brief period of time following the encounter, Sam had taken the opportunity to go over the two days worth of data she had missed during her absence. Now fully caught up with all the crucial information, the redhead and a few of the other more experienced scientists were gathered around a large oval oak table in a room that was adjacent to the testing area. Sam sat at one end of the desk while Michael was positioned at the other and, though the two of them usually got along with each other pretty well, she could already see the clash that was about to take place between them.

"I have indeed gone over the facts and statistics," Sam responded, her tone a bit icy. She didn't mean for it to come out like that, but she could already feel the tension. "However, I already know why the subjects are still alive. Further testing isn't necessary."

"Wait wait wait." A rather old looking man with thinning grey hair stood up from his chair. "Your trying to tell me that you figured it out in 3 hours when a whole team couldnt figure it out in two days?"

"Thats right," She replied with a small smile. "I'll even happily break it down for all of you so we can all be on the same page. The key to this all obviously lies in the genes themselves, not the blood." Standing up from her seat, Sam walked to the front of the room where a dry erase board stood tall and ready for use.

For the next few minutes or so, the fiery redhead calmly broke everything she had found out while perusing through the data. Most of the scientists looked on in awe as it slowly began to make sense, like a puzzle finally beginning to come together. It was quite amazing to them how this young woman who could easily be a daughter or granddaughter to most in the room was able figure out something so complex in such a short timeframe. At the start of everything, no one had taken the young woman seriously due to her age and lack of experience, but now a sort of newfound respect began to emerge as many of them began to ask questions in very friendly and polite tones.

Everyone was getting in on the breakthrough Sam had just given. All except for one, one who kept to himself with a rather deadpan expression. Michael, a clean man who was highly regarded amongst the other scientists as a genius, stared at Sam with dark blue eyes that carried a sort of concealed rage and frustration, a look that could give other people shivers. This glare remained until one of the scientists turned to chat with him, a smile forming easily before the man could get a glimpse of his previously hostile expression.

"I hope that satisfies you," Sam said as she set down her dry erase marker. "That is why we don't need further testing to find out how they were made. With the current data we have, we can make more that are similar if not better then unit #98. Any more questions?" She didn't say it outright but everyone knew this was directed at Michael who was now giving off a sort of strained atmosphere.

"Well I think that wraps everything up." The old man who had spoken up earlier gave a small clap as he smiled. "How about we have ours-"

"Since we don't have to test for how to make more," Michael interrupted, his voice calm and casual. "How about we test them for their abilities? Since we can simply make more of them then it shouldn't be a problem to use the rest to see their physical capabilities. Wouldn't you agree....Sam?"

Sparks were almost visible as the two stared at each other, bright green and dark blue hues staring daggers at one another. Sam clenched her teeth as she shook her head, trying to keep her patience and attitude in check. Normally it was very difficult to make her angry but for some reason Michael was starting to annoy her. "You and I both know we cant do anything like that without permission from the higher ups. Besides, plans have already been made by the one whose supporting this whole operation. No one can change it, especially not us."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT CANT BE-"

Michael's temper was immediately cut off by the sound of files hitting the table. A large manila folder with the words "Social Adaptations" sprawled over the front. The file was rather thin and it looked unimpressive but it still made Michael, who had stood up from his seat, clear his throat and sit back down. His large hands took the folder and carefully opened it.

"Well? What does it say Michael?" An old woman in her mid to late 50s asked after sitting in silence for a few minutes. Everyone in the room apart from Sam was immensely curious about the contents of the folder that had been lain out and they all waited with bated breath.

After a few more minutes of silence, the man put all the papers back and closed the folder. "It says that each and every remaining subject will be raised in society in order to gauge if they can blend in. We are to go on hiatus for the next 12 years while they mature and grow. We'll still get payed but 5 of us will have to take one of them in and raise them like normal. Did I get most of that right Samantha?"

Sam gave a thumbs up. "Five of you lucky people will have the honor of taking them home and raising them. Basically we're stepping out of the realm of science and into the realm of babysitting. Of course, we are required to document everything and record crucial findings which will be reviewed once the subjects have fully matured. I know this is all sudden but try to keep in mind that its part of your job."

Silence enveloped the room as the news sunk in, everyone pondering the idea of having an unknown possibly dangerous experiment living in their house. Even Sam herself was thinking along the same lines as the rest, wondering how she would ever get to watch the next season of My Hero Academia if she had to constantly watch a kid that could potentially threaten her life. To say the least, it wasnt a pleasant thought.

"I think we should let Sam have the honor of being the first to adopt one of them. She is the leader after all. She deserves it more then anyone here."

Sam cursed inwardly as her gaze once again focused on Michael, the man whose voice had just cut through the symphony of silence. She didn't know what beef he had with her but it was seriously making her mad, but it was far too late to intervene as the idea had already been planted inside everyone's head. One by one, little by litte, the scientists at the table began to agree, each person taking Michael's side as they looked on expectantly. In one fell swoop, the middle aged man had turned the tables on her and was now staring with what could only be seen as a rather smug expression.

"Fine," Sam said with a defeated sigh as she leaned against the oak table. "I'll take in unit #71. Satisfied?"

"Of course," Michael replied, his arms crossing in front of his chest. "As long as you yourself are happy with raising a child. I wonder how long you'll last."

"You must really want to get the crap beaten out of y-"

"ANDDDDDDD we're done here," said one scientist as he stood up from the table. "Lets begin the prep work for moving the subjects out of the lab. If everyone will follow me. Samantha dear, could you please follow me? I need your advice on one of the specimens."

Sam glanced at the old man and then at Michael. She had more then a few things to say to the guy, but she pushed her personal feelings aside and shifted her focus. It was quite obvious the old scientist just wanted to pull the two of them apart, anyone could tell that much. Despite knowing this though, the fiery redhead gave a small nod before walking out with the man and the rest of the group.

As soon as the thick steel door of the room had closed, Michael, who had stayed behind, clenched his pearly teeth together, his fist slamming down onto the desk. "Fuckin Uppity Smartass B*tch," He said, his face twisting with rage and disgust. "Its bad enough they named a woman as the lead scientist, but to have her be above me is even worse. She's probably sleeping with someone just to be up on top, damn sl*t!!" 

Standing up from his chair, Michael pulled out his phone. "This is a huge setback to my original plan but its fine. Twelve years gives me more then enough time to lay some groundwork. Ill make sure that ungrateful and repulsive childish dumba*s gets what she deserves."

From the beginning, since he had first started working for the Company, there had been nothing but respect and admiration for Michael. He made huge leaps on every problem he was assigned and every project he was put in charge of would make enormous breakthroughs in relatively short amounts of time. He was revered as a genius, one who could be relied on to get results. He was the best....or at least he was. This was before the woman known as Samantha Carson stepped into his life and ruined everything for him.

The ringing of the phone filled the room before it was shortly cut off. "Hello?" A deep masculine but slightly distorted voice answered.

"Boss," Michael said, lowering his voice. "There's been a change of plans."

"Oh? What sort of changes?"

Mako D. Carson wasn't born, but rather he was made. He was in fact the result of a largely successful experiment to combine human DNA with animal DNA in order to create a much stronger being. He was a hybrid, a cross between a wolf and human male.

Shortly after the experiment was successful, Mako at the age of 3 was given to a family in order to live out a life as a normal person despite him having the addition of wolf ears and tail. This was part of the experiment, where scientists would test how various outside influences and other situations would affect him and whether or not he would behave like a normal person. 

Approximately 12 years later, after gathering much data from Mako's life, armed men working for the faction of scientists were sent to kidnap Mako once again. In the ensuing struggle, the young male hybrid was killed, bringing his life to an end.

Of course, the story doesn't end there!!!!!

Note: I don't own the One Piece franchise. All credits go to Oda for making such a masterpiece. Additionally, this is an AU, meaning that all your existing knowledge of the OP world basically holds no meaning. Anything can happen so try to keep an open mind.

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