The boy that looked similar to Luther smiled up to me, "it's nice to meet you, Mr.Peters."
I looked up as Elizabeth jumped slightly, "no, sweetie. This is Mr. Maurer." She looked to me with a smile as her face reddened, "right, Willie?"
I was startled when Jayden suddenly wrapped his arm around me and stood directly behind me. "He will also be Mr. Peters soon," he stated with confidence. "I don't believe we have met," Jayden said as he outstretched his other hand. "I am Will's mate, Jayden Peters."
Elizabeth's jaw tightened as she took his hand with a stiff smile. "Elizabeth Newman. I am Malcolm's mother."
Jayden took his hand from hers, "you're husband is Luther, right?" She nodded and his grip tightened around me, "I had hoped to talk to him personally today. But, if you could, pass along a message for me?"
"A message?"
Jayden pulled us against each other so there was nothing between us, "tell him that if he comes near Will again, I will personally see to it that his company goes bankrupt immediately. He will also be brought up on charges of **** if he bothers any of our family again."
I grabbed his arm, "Jay, stop it."
He squeezed me tighter, "I do not judge you nor your child for that man's actions, but please make sure he does not step foot on this campus again."
Elizabeth looked to me with fear as tears welled in her eyes, "you're scaring her!" I hissed to Jayden as I looked up to him. His eyes were filled with rage as he refused to look to me. I pushed him off of me and went to Elizabeth. "He didn't mean that, Liz," I began but stopped when Jayden tightly took my hand and he tried to pull me back towards him. I refused to budge, but was startled when Elizabeth suddenly leaned toward me.
"He doesn't love you, Willie. I can make you happy because I really love you." She kissed my cheek before grabbing her son's hand. "Come on, Malcolm, we need to get home. Have a good night!"
I stood in shock as I felt Jayden's grip tighten. I looked back to him to see his eyes following Elizabeth and her son as they walked away. "Cora, could you take the kids home? Will can ride with me."
She looked to me with confusion, "yeah, sure. That's not a problem." She looked to the twins as they looked back to her. "Come on you two. Chase is at home waiting to hear about your day."
I gave the twins a giant smile and waved to them as they walked off. The last thing I want is to make them worry on their important day. I was startled when Jayden suddenly pulled me along as he went towards his car. I noticed the driver in the front, who nodded to me with a small smile. Jayden rushed to the back and opened the door before pulling me inside after him. I shut the door and was surprised by his face and posture.
"Put up the divider and take the long way." He hissed and I watched as the black divider went up between us and the driver. I looked back to Jayden to see a face I hadn't seen in a while. His pheromones exploded as his insane eyes stared me down. His jaw was locked in a deep frown and his brow was furrowed. His hand still held mine as tightly as it could without injuring me. 
Jayden moved closer and my instincts forced me to back up. An Alpha was on the attack and I had to get away. He continued moving towards me and I continued backing up. I stiffened as my back hit the car door. I have nowhere left to go. I trembled as his other hand grabbed my chin and he stared me up and down.
"Who is that bitch?"
"Jay..."
"Who is she to you?!" He yelled and my entire body shook in fear. 
Tears filled my eyes, "a classmate."
His grip tightened on my chin, "she is more than a classmate! She kissed you!"
"She...she was...our parents...we were chosen by our parents to be mates before we were born. She...they chose her to be my wife."
"She loves you?" I looked down and he forced my face up so I looked to him again. "Going behind my back to meet with a female Alpha?! Kissing her in front of me and our children?!"
I felt anger building, "you have someone watching me?!"
His hand left mine and came to squeeze my forearm, "are you in love with her?"
My eyes widened, "of course not! I...I loved her as a kid, but that is long gone!"
"Are you cheating on me with her?!"
I frowned deeply, "of course not!"
"She asked you to have an affair and you didn't reject it!" His eyes became even more crazed, "you want her! You're thinking about meeting her! Do you seriously think that she will make you happier than I can?!"
I tried to push his hands off, but they wouldn't budge, "Jayden," I begged, "you're scaring me! Please! Stop!"
He shoved me against the door, "You're mine!" He hissed before forcing his tongue into my mouth. He bit and sucked on my lips and tongue as I tried to get away. His hands squeezed either side of my face so I couldn't escape. 
"Stop!" I finally got out as he repositioned. I put my hands on his chest and tried to shove him. He quickly took ahold of them and pinned them on either side of me. "Hel..." I began to cry and he bit my lip to the point it bled. My instincts of self-preservation kicked in as I reverted to an Omega state.
I let my body loosen as I didn't fight back in hope that the attack would stop. His hands released mine and began exploring my chest under my shirt. He pinched my nipples, causing me to flinch and groan. He grabbed the bulge in my pants that I fought to not form. But my body couldn't resist his, even if I tried. "She can never make you feel this good. Only I can give you true pleasure." 
He began rubbing me and I moaned, "wait, please," I whispered. I felt his body stiffen as his grip tightened. I rushed to continue, "remember what the doctor said. We can't do it all the way, not yet." I moved and nipped his ear before licking it, "I don't want anyone but you. But we have to wait. Please, Jay." I kissed his ear as I felt his body begin to loosen, "please."
"We can do it like last time."
His eyes met mine and I saw his anger was decreased. I nodded before fumbling to undo his pants. He picked me up slightly before laying me across the bench seat. He rushed to pull off all my clothes before rushing to my chest. He began licking me and biting me, harder than usual. 
"Hurry," I whispered in hopes that he would stop his attack. He shivered before rushing to kneel at my end and he put both of my legs together on his shoulder. I squeezed my thighs together and he began ramming between them, rubbing his member on mine. I began shaking and moaning as my hips matched his movements. "More," I cried as tears began to fall. He grabbed my waist and slapped our bodies together quickly. I came in a cry but was startled when he moved to kneel above my waist. 
Jayden grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head up. I opened my mouth as he shoved his member into my throat. I gagged as he thrusted in and out of my mouth agressively. Tears fell faster and I kept gagging as he shoved himself into me as deeply as it would go. I felt him strain but yelled a cry as he lunged forward. He contorted his body so that his member was deep in me and he held my head so I could not move back. 
As his essence flowed into my throat, his teeth sunk into the back of my neck. I nearly lost consciousness from being unable to take a breath but was relieved when he finally let go of my neck. I fell back onto the bench gasping and choking. Jayden began redressing me as I shook and moaned with pain and exhaustion. 
When my clothes were on, he hoisted me to sit up where I leaned against him completely. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, kissing my head repeatedly. Jayden aided me out of the car as we reached the house. 
When he let go of me, I quickly spoke, "I need to shower. I'll be down in a bit."
He suddenly came behind me and kissed the center of his bleeding mark, "I love you."
I rushed up the stairs but fought to make it less obvious that I was fleeing. I ran into the bedroom, went to the bathroom, locked the door, and grabbed a few of Ashley's hair ties from the counter. I wrapped them to connect the two handles of the doors as my hands shook. I quickly turned on the shower, shed off my clothes, and got in.
It's okay, he was just mad.
I kept repeating it to myself in my mind as I took body wash and began scrubbing myself. Tears fought me as my hands shook. Finally, my knees gave out and I collapsed on the floor of the shower. I clamped my hands over my mouth as screams of fear finally escaped. I screamed and screamed until my throat burned. I leaned my head back on the wall of the shower as I cried harder. My entire body shook as I clenched my hair in my hands.
Images of Mitchell, Luther, Mr. Parker, and all the others flashed through my mind. I pulled my legs to my chest as I cried harder. This time is worse. Not physically, as I got Jayden to restrain himself. But mentally, Hunter was not possible to talk to. It was my choice to not talk to him when I ran but now... now he was not on my side. 
My foundation is gone. The kids, Chase, and my friends were always pillars of support, but they are pointless without Hunter. 
"I can't trust you! Get out and don't bother us again!"
His words rang in my ear and caused me to feel like I was being stabbed. But without him, what can I do? All I have is Jayden. It doesn't matter what he does to me, I can't run. I have nowhere to go and I can't uproot the kids again.
I took a hard breath and slowly came to my feet. I forced my mind to go numb as I finished showering. I got out and stared at the door handles. 
What was I thinking? As if hair ties would stop an Alpha. As if anything would stop him. The door suddenly rattled lightly, causing me to jump.

****18 or older please****

Will is leading a great life as an Alpha in the A.V. industry. He is a leader in fan interest andattrated the interest of the hottest Omega in the industry. Everyone views him as the hottest, luckiest guy that cannot go anywhere without stealing hearts. 
But the truth is, he's an Omega. When a dominant Alpha begins working in the same filming studio, his who life gets flipped upside down. Will has to figure out how to keep his secret and still fulfill his Omega needs.

Tiana breathed rapidly as they stepped the into the massive living room, she could hear some people chattering in the room but as soon as the guard by the doors pushed it open, their eyes turned to the door.
Nicklaus carried an eerily quiet air around him, such that when he entered the room with his hands around Tiana, everywhere became quiet. They watched them as though they were some alien.
 What made them quieter was the fact that Nicklaus had come with a woman! Nicklaus has never been seen with a woman before, so the sight was shocking to them. It took about thirty seconds for them to leave the slight daze they were in, but the shock could not leave their faces.

He barely came for the dinners and whenever he did, he was always quiet and alone; he was so quiet that no-one even noticed him, but today was different, they suddenly couldn't keep their gazes off him, or more like off the woman that he came with.
Nicklaus pulled Tiana close to him as they sat down on a couch in the living room. He intentionally pushed some strand of her hair behind her ear, knowing that they were watching.
Grandpa had two sons and a daughter. His late father, Douglas and Elizabeth; Douglas is married to Michelle, and they have a son, Richard. He was the heir to the Douglas Corporation. Elizabeth had a daughter, Diana, who was an actress.

Elizabeth and Douglas weren't in the living room it was only the children, who sat on a couch saying some jokes but glancing at Nicklaus once in a while; Diana grew up with Nicklaus, but although they lived together for years, Nicklaus barely spoke. Diana could count how many times he talked to her in a whole year, it was worse in the first few years of his living with them, at first she thought he hated her until she knew that he was just like that.
So even now that he had come in, she still didn't know how to talk to him, so she remained there talking with Richard.
 
''Nicklaus, is that you? '' Elizabeth, Nicklaus Aunt exclaimed as she entered the living room; a brilliant smile on her lips; she had raised Nicklaus after his parents died, although he barely spoke, he was a little different with Elizabeth, he respected her a lot, so when he saw her come into the living room, he stood up from the couch and held a hand to Tiana;
 
''Auntie, how have you been? ''
Nicklaus asked; a clear expression on his face. That was the mildest Tiana had seen him. It was close to a smile but then it wasn't.
 
''I'm fine! '' She replied and looked towards Tiana.
''This is Tiana, my girlfriend. ''
 
He said, putting his hand around her waist;
Tiana forced herself not to appear nervous but her red ears were almost giving her off; luckily, Elizabeth was more interested because she was his girlfriend than her red ears;
 
''It's nice to finally meet you Ma'am, Nick has said a lot about you. '' She said with a sweet smile;
 
''Oh my! She's so pretty. Where did you see this jewel? '' Elizabeth pulled Tiana in for a brief hug;
 
''It's nice to meet you too dear, hope my nephew is treating you well? '' She asked, holding Tiana's palm tenderly.  
Tiana blushed; she noticed that the two people on the couch were keenly watching them;
 
''He's trying his best, Auntie. ''
She replied; but just when Elizabeth was about to ask another question, grandfather called Nicklaus, interrupting them.
 
''Nicklaus, you came for the family dinner, hmm… surprising. '' Grandpa walked into the living room with the aid of a walking stick and when Diana saw him, she hurried over to him and helped him into the living room.
 
''It's nice to meet you, grandpa. ''
Nicklaus said;
 
Grandpa chuckled lightly as he sat down in front of the huge fireplace, Diana stood beside him.
''I see you came with a guest, don't you want to introduce her to the family? ''  Grandpa asked; Nicklaus sighted Douglas and his wife Mitchell walking into the living room; his eyes swept past them but he didn't fail to notice the shock on their faces when they saw him, well more like when they saw him with a woman.
 
''She's Tiana Peters, my girlfriend. '' He said, leading Tiana to greet his grandfather.
''It's nice to meet you grandpa.'' Tiana greeted with a smile; grandpa nodded with a grin on his cheeks;
''Well, you might be cold and ruthless, but at least I'm happy that you have eyes for beautiful things. Isn't she lovely Maria love? ''
 
Grandpa asked when he saw his wife walk towards him; she looked at Tiana and smiled prettily;
 
''Yeah, I said the same thing when I saw her, Nick really has good eyes! ''
Grandma commented;
''They'll make beautiful babies, don't you think? '' Grandpa said;
Tiana nearly choked on her saliva; 'Make what!! Even in her next world she would never marry someone like Nicklaus!!' but although this was on her mind, there was the most beautiful smile on her cheeks;
 
''Grandpa! Let's go eat, I'm famished! ''
Diana interrupted when she saw that nobody was talking about the food that was already served; she was the youngest child in the house, so she was naturally doted on and it made her act immaturely sometimes.
Grandpa and Grandma laughed when they saw her scrunched up expression;
''Okay, let's go eat then. ''
Grandpa said;
Tiana heaved a sigh of relief as the topic shifted away from her. Finally she could breathe.
 
The dining room was very long and different sweet smelling delicacies were lavishly placed on it; the servers were still placing red wine on the table as they walked into the dining room;
 
 ''Wow! Italian Cuisine! My favorite! '' 
Diana exclaimed when she saw the contents of the porcelain bowls as the servers opened them; she rubbed her palms together, swallowing hard.
 
Tiana looked at the bowls of food in front of her; there were many assorted foods that she didn't know the names, but they looked delicious.
 
She watched everyone serve themselves as they engaged in a minor discussion;
She had eaten none of those dishes before, so she didn't know what to choose, but then she couldn't disgrace herself in front of so many people;
''What do you want to have? ''
Suddenly she heard Nicklaus ask, she turned to look at him;
His expression was mild, not as frosty as he always looked; she turned back to the table and pointed at the bowl of sausage dipped in pepper and onion sauce. He took a plate and placed some food on it, then placed it in front of her; in the process, his hand brushed against hers.
Her hand shook reflexively, and she quickly brought them down to her laps. Nicklaus noticed her reaction, but he didn't say a word. After placing the food in front of her, he took another plate and served himself the same food.
Tiana waited a moment before she picked up her cutlery and began eating. She was glad that the other members of the family were laughing over something so they did not notice her flinch.
But someone on the table, who had not spoken since the very beginning, didn't fail to notice the little exchange.

"Let go of me!"
She shrieked, trying to pull herself from his grip.

"Tiana please, let me hug you... "

"Why?"

" To survive."
...

After his parents were brutally murdered seventeen years ago in front of him, Nicklaus Howells was damaged. He became a demon who derived pleasure from inflicting pain, until he met her, Tiana Peters. 
An ordinary looking girl; whom he had forced to be his mistress. He thought her to be just another woman until he realized he actually couldn’t live without her. 

What was special about her? 
...

In this story, there are many themes, 
Love, greed and revenge most distinct, 
read how Nicklaus fights to keep his company from so many villains; 
Will Tiana be safe with him?
Would he be able to protect his little Angel?
Find out in this enthralling book!! 


An Excerpt*

‘’You know what you are getting into, right?’’
He asked, crossing his legs, his fingers drumming on the couch, as his eyes stared intently at her. 
 
Tiana’s lips slanted and her eyes narrowed at him;
 
‘’Young Master; as long as you pay me, I’ll do whatever you want ‘’
 
Nicklaus was amazed by her sudden audaciousness; but he was sure she was just trying to seem bold,
He knew her, she was just a weak, trembling soul, and she was trying so hard to mask it;
 
A smirk appeared on his lips as a thought came into his mind;
 
‘’Whatever I want? ‘’
He asked again and Tiana replied immediately without a second thought;
 
‘’Yes, Young Master, whatever you want. ‘’
 
"Alright then, I want you to strip your clothes and go lie down on the bed. "

Their butler welcomed them home standing at attention. He gave them a small curt nod. The butler gracefully stripped Hugh and Matilda of their coats waving them inside. After which Hugh and Matilda ignored his presence and proceeded into the grand foyer. They ignored the winding wooden staircase, turning right into a pair of double doors. Hugh pushed the heavily decorated double doors open, revealing a well-stocked library.
 
          Matilda immediately darted in heading for a section labeled medical. Her feet pitter-pattered against the plush red carpet.
 
          Hugh pulled out a large brown leather chair pushing it before a chalkboard. When Hugh finished, he walked over to a set of bells located near the chalkboard. He pulled the string of one of the bells, and a moment later a maid entered.

 
          Matilda returned from her endeavor plopping five books on a table beside Hugh's miss contributed chair.
 
          "Yes sir you ranged," the maid squeaked.

 
          Matilda rolled her eyes, muttering.

 
          Hugh reached inside his vest pulling out the envelope. Checking it one last time, he spoke. "Deliver this to the constables, but do not look inside. Say it was delivered to Matilda."
 
          "Yes, sir." The maid bowed leaving licking her lips hungrily.

 
          Matilda sorted the five books into two sacks placing three in one and two on the other. " You know she is going to look. They always do."

 
          "I am hoping she does." Hugh picked up a piece of chalk and wrote incipit at the top.

 
          Matilda once again left to another section. The section she adventured down was labeled languages. She promptly returned with two Latin books.
 
          Hugh sat in the chair while Matilda stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. "So what do I know Hugh? "

 
          "How did you received the envelope?"
 
          Matilda bit her lip before she spoke. " A Gentleman dressed in black even his face was covered."

 
          "How did he move?" Hugh moved his right hand to his chin.

 
          "Slow, deliberate with each step his cane tapped." Matilda's eyebrows furrowed in.

 
          "How did the display make you feel?" After Hugh spoke, he relaxed dropping his hand and sinking into his chair.

 
          "Threatened, well nervous at first Hugh. I remember my hands tapping insistently on my sides."
 
          "Nervous," Hugh's right hand went to his face in a thinking manner. "What made you nervous about the encounter?"

 
          "The way he moved Hugh. It was like wanted me to be afraid. To recognize he was there." Matilda spoke as reimagined the encounter.

 
          "What caught your attention," Hugh leaned forward.

 
          "His cane tapped loudly three times."

 
          "What were you doing before the bridge."

 
          "Writing in my journal."Matilda paced back and forth.

 
          Hugh blinked before speaking, "Matilda do we usually go to the park?"
 
          "Yes, Hugh we have every Sunday after service. You know that. Usually, you would be with Sir Peters and Beatrice, and I would wonder. Oh, Hugh, he was waiting for me! He wanted to intimidate me!"

 
          Hugh nodded. "It would seem so. It would seem as if he knew our schedule. His actions dictate that it was planned. So it either has to be someone we know." Hugh's forehead scrunched up."Or someone who has been watching us for some time."

 
          Matilda quickly picked up the chalk and wrote intimidation on the board.
 
          Hugh leaned back, and Matilda started pacing again.

 
          Hugh's eyes shot up. "Matilda if I remember correctly the word Incipit is Latin in origin. It usually indicates the start of a mid-evil text or a starting sequence of notes. It simply means it begins."

 
          "The question remains what begins and why? That is only under the assumption it began after he handed me the envelope. What if this is not the first beginning? After all, there are multiple Mid-evil texts." Matilda's forehead wrinkled for a moment and then relaxed.
 
          "Matilda," Hugh breathed in a while taking in every detail of her. "You are gorgeous, breathtaking, luminous."

 
          Matilda glanced at the board ignoring Hugh's aroused statement. "What about the wax seal and his clothes?"

 
          "Excellent Matilda two vital details, I forgot please place them on the board."

 
          Matilda wrote quickly.

 
          "There could be some symbolism to them. " Hugh careened forward, his hands resting on each side of his chair. "What made you think it was Beatrice's finger?"

 
          "Beatrice's ring she has never hidden it and has shown it to us many times. Once you see a ring like that you can never forget it, Hugh."Matilda flipped around writing Beatrice's wedding ring. Once Matilda finished, she stood back resting her bum on Hugh's chair arm.
 
          The sudden sound of many feet stomping toward them caught both of their attentions. The maid who was sent had finally returned with two constables. The maid looked pale and shaky.
 
          One of the constables with a rough look cleared his throat. Matilda glance at the constable while Hugh's gaze remained locked on to their chalkboard.

 
          "I must know why you did not report this yourself?" The gruff Constable eyed them viciously while stomping further into the room. The remaining constable's eyes darted back and forth as he hesitated at the doorway before speaking. " Hem sorry for the intrusion."

 
          The Gruff constable's eyes snapped to attention, and he roared," Gregory what did I tell you about apologizing."

 
          Hugh's lips twitched in amusement. He acknowledged the rough constable " Henry what a pleasant surprise.

 
          "Cut to the chase Larkin. "Constable Henry screeched with his face turning slightly pink from the exertion.

 
          "Matilda was feeling faint, so I thought that in my wife's best interest was to bring her home."

 
          "Oh, you did, did you," Constable Henry spat. "Then why isn't she in bed resting?" Constable Henry's upper lip curved upward in the left corner. He bared his teeth eyeing them darkly.

 
          "Matilda is resting. She is relaxed." Hugh shrugged.

 
          Constable Henry rolled his eyes and snorted. "When and where did you receive the envelope."

 
          Matilda made sure to face the constable as she spoke. "Afternoon, sometime after service at the park on the bridge." After she spoke, Matilda's hand reached up out Hugh.
 
          Hugh grabbed it and kissed her knuckles.
 
          "Pretell who delivered this ma'am." Constable Henry smacked his lips together and raised up his belly.
 
          "A man in black. "
 
          Hugh carefully stood up while still holding her hand. Hugh walked in front of Matilda. They ended up gazing at each other intensely.

 
          "So you don't know who delivered it." Constable Henry puffed up and seemed to be holding his breath.

 
          "What did you do after you received the envelope?" Constable Gregory chimed in.

 
          "It's rather embarrassing, I fainted." Matilda's cheeks became a light rosy hue.
 
          Henry mumbled under his breath and then he spoke up. "Well due to the oddity of this, is there anything you would like to add."

 
          "Yes'" Matilda broke eye contact with Hugh shifting her eyes to the constable. "Yes, I do believe the ring belongs to Beatrice peters."

 
          Constable Henry took a massive gulp of air. "You mean I have to deal with that poor sap. He has been at the Jailhouse every night since his wife up and left him. Would you mind coming to the Jailhouse?"

 
          "Of course the Peters and we are good friends." Hugh and Matilda spoke at the same time.

 
          "Good," Constables Henry and Gregory took their leave heading back out into the grand foyer. Their shoes tip tapped on the wooden floors.

 
          Matilda and Hugh went to inform their butler that they are leaving.

 
          The butler was still standing by the front entrance.

 
          The butler gathered their coats. "Shall I fetch the carriage?"
 
          "No, no," Hugh spoke, placing his hand up in a placating manner. "That will not be necessary. We will be fetching one with the constables. "

 
          "Very good then sir," The butler opened the front door, leaving Hugh and Matilda out.

 
          Matilda and Hugh load themselves into the constable's carriage. The carriage trotted through the downtown area. When they reached the Jailhouse, everyone disembarked. Andrew Peters greeted them not bathed and not shaved with dark circles around his eyes. He kept blocking the constable's way. With watering eyes, he opened his mouth, but no words came out

 
          "Andrew," Matilda called out to him. Hugh walked over to Andrew and pulled the man back. Who immediately afterward collapsed crying. "My wife, my wife where is she?" Hugh dragged the desperate man inside. Andrew finally calmed down. Constable Henry pulled out the envelope and showed him.

 
          Andrew went livid.

 
          Constable Henry removed the finger while Gregory stood back coughing and retching

 
          "Is this your wife's?'"

 
          "The ring is, not the finger."

 
          Constable Henry began to shout, "answer the question!"
 
          "With what little strength Andrew had left he narrowed his eyes."The ring is, but the finger is too thin, too sickly and the wrong color." He then returned to a shaking mess. "At least that is what I would like to believe."

 
          Matilda glanced at Hugh, Andrew, and the envelope. She then slowly retreated exiting the Jailhouse. She kept her back to the public street. Matilda pulled out a handkerchief and stuffed it in her mouth.

 
          Hugh followed her out, and he quickly flagged down a taxi carriage. Hugh wrapped his arm around her guiding her into it. He told the driver where to go. Once again they reached the gates to their home. Hugh paid the driver and guided her to the door. Once they arrived inside, he took her up the stairs to their shared room.

Continuing towards her original goal, Elizabeth entered the Guild's Exchange Hub. Much like the reception area, the Exchange Hub had dozens of staff members ready to assist any Guild members and since today was a slow day, there were well over a half dozen booths marked "Unoccupied." 

Thus, after picking a booth at random, Elizabeth walked in and was greeted by a smiling elderly man. She watched him press a button on his side of the booth, and the entrance behind her closed as she saw the previous green-tinted sign flip from "Unoccupied" to a red "Occupied" sign.

As the booth's privacy reached the Guild's standard, the elderly man asked, "Miss, what business do you have here today?"

"I'm looking for some books…" Elizabeth said.

"Ok, what kind of books do you need?"

"Mhmm… Let's see, I don't have specific books in mind, but from the descriptions I provide, could you give me suggestions?" The man nodded patiently before Elizabeth continued, "Then I'll need a book that details the history of this city, country, and the local geography. It would be best if the book or books you recommend have something written within them of the relationships between the various local powers, and a book on the Guild or Guilds in general would be appreciated."

With Elizabeth's demands coming to a stop, the elderly man paused in thought for a second before he said, "That shouldn't be a problem. I can send someone to fetch three books that cover all the information for just 80 Gold. However, that will only cover things in general terms. If you want as much detail as possible, I can think of just over a dozen books that will run you 275 platinum."

"Mhmm… Gold and Platinum? How do I earn that?" Elizabeth asked as she was essentially broke when it came to the city's currency.

"You don't have Gold or Platinum?" The elderly man looked a bit disappointed, but after taking another look at Elizabeth and sizing her up to be nothing but another brat still learning from the Academy, he came to reproach himself for not expecting this outcome. The elderly man continued, "You can trade resources you get from the field here in the Exchange Hub for currency or by completing bounties or missions for the Guild there will usually be a reward founded in the empire's currency."

"Going by how unsure you sound, I'm guessing you're not too sure what the empire's currency is, so I'll do you this little favor for free. In the Irealian Empire and all its governing cities, towns, and villages, the currency system follows a base in hundreds where Copper is the least powerful coin. 100 Copper is equal to 1 Silver, 100 Silver is equal to 1 Gold, and so the trend continues from Gold to Platinum to Mythril."

"Mythril being the highest valued coin is generally only used in Tier 1 cities of the Empire and since we are only a Tier 2 city, you'll find it generally difficult to find a reason to use that kind of money. But in Tier 1 cities and the capital, it isn't common for banknotes of Mythril to be used when transactions surpassing the hundreds of coins of Mythril are involved."

He concluded his explanation, and Elizabeth nodded in understanding. She then materialized a Monster Core that had come from the King Stage Jade Rabbit she had fought in the cave system earlier in the day — it was literally the weakest Monster Core in her possession after giving away the Level 10 Core to the guard who escorted her to the Guild. With an expectant look, she placed the Monster Core before herself and asked, "How much money will this net me?" 

Expecting maybe a couple coins of gold or perhaps even platinum, Elizabeth was floored as she watched the elderly man apparently black out after realizing what Level the Monster Core was.

"Uh…" Elizabeth felt bad for stunning the man unconscious, so she walked over to him and jolted him away with a tendril of Neutral Magic; an application of her Acupoint.

Seeing the elderly man come back to life with a heavy gasp, she asked, "Are you OK?" Alas, she was met with a look of disbelief and horror intertwined with excitement that she had not seen since the Wushi Tournament back on Earth.

"This… this Monster Core, is… is it…" The elderly man couldn't formulate a complete sentence, so Elizabeth affirmed his thoughts by saying, "It's a Monster Core that came from a King Stage Jade Rabbit; an Early Phase King Stage Jade Rabbit if you want specifics."

Hearing it from Elizabeth herself, the man's heart gave out, rendering him unconscious again. Seeing this, Elizabeth squinted her eyes in annoyance, thinking, 'Why can't he just do his job?' She sent another tendril of Neutral energy into his body, only this time, it split off into dozens of acupoints that would ensure he stayed awake for the next couple hours. Elizabeth could accomplish this because she was both a Grandmaster in the Art of Acupoint and her "patient" this time around possessed a very weak cultivation base at Level 1 Mortal Stage.

Awaking once more, the elderly man didn't even know he had blacked out twice as he propped himself up after seeing Elizabeth return to her seat. He pressed a different button on his desk, all the while shaking as if in mid-seizure and within ten seconds the door to the booth opened up with the arrival of a courier.

"I need 780 Platinum Coins…" The elderly man said despondently. Yet as both he and the courier looked at each other with mirroring emotions, Elizabeth spoke up to say, "Don't forget to subtract the 275 Platinum for the books." Flashing a look of shock at the elderly man, the courier wondered which prestigious member of the Guild he would have the honor of serving today, after receiving the order from the elderly man to add on Elizabeth's books to the money he was tasked with retrieving.

"Right away, sir…" The courier said as he moved with unprecedented haste to do his job.

After the courier left, Elizabeth realized that the elderly man hadn't asked for her card. A bit annoyed as she thought that perhaps the woman from the receptionist's office had lied to her, she asked, "Aren't you supposed to check my Guild Card? You didn't impose the 5% fee on me in advance, did you?"

"Ah! I knew I forgot something… Sorry, but could you show me your Guild Card now? I didn't detract from your payout as I assumed you were from Ulterian Guild." The elderly man, upon realizing his mistake pleaded as he would suffer a pay cut if this incident was made known to the higher-ups in the Guild.

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders, 'After I joined this Guild, I better not be paying some stupid fee…' She handed over her Guild Card and after seeing the expression on the elderly man, she knew she had made the right decision to stimulate his acupoints as he would definitely be knocked out cold had she not moved proactively.

The man read the contents of Elizabeth's Guild Card no less than five times. He even rubbed his eyes as if to make sure he wasn't seeing incorrectly, but seeing as the information never changed, he finally couldn't help but screech: "SSS-Class… MAGE?"

"Yeah, but I'm from this Guild, so you better not add that 5% fee…" Ignoring the source of the man's shock as if it was but a trivial matter, Elizabeth restated what was of most importance to her. If she weren't a beautiful "Supreme Mage of Destruction," the average person would liken her to some sort of miser.

"O-of c-c-course…" The elderly man said before promptly turning silence; unwilling to look at Elizabeth.

The scene became tense as neither Elizabeth nor the elderly man spoke until at last, the courier returned with a small pouch filled with Platinum Coins and a pile of books on each of his hands. He was a Level 3 Mortal Practitioner so even if it looked like he'd be overwhelmed by the weight of the books, he didn't even break into a sweat.

Smiling at the sight of her new treasures, Elizabeth brought out some Storage Talismans before promptly putting everything away. She discreetly added the filled talismans into her Spatial Ring before departing from the booth without bothering with the elderly man and courier who had appeared to be smitten by her frivolous display of wealth; to them, the Storage Enchantment was a rare Spatial Treasure.

…

With her business in the Exchange Hub completed, Elizabeth returned to the reception area. Meeting with the same receptionist from before, she awkwardly requested a room to camp by as she read through the books she got in the Exchange Hub. After the receptionist explained to her the differences in the rooms she could rent as well their price, Elizabeth settled with paying 10 Gold for one of the rooms of the highest quality. Whereas most people rented by the month, because she and the members of her party agreed on spending only 25 hours in the Shadow Realm, Elizabeth only rented the high-class suite for a day.

She traded a platinum coin to pay for her lodging and received 90 Gold Coins as change before the receptionist gave her the key to her room. After getting the directions to her room, Elizabeth headed for the elevator and took a ride up to the 25th floor. There, she went towards her room, Room 2507, and was surprised by how well this world's definition of high-class measured up with that of modern Earth's standard.

In all honesty, it was at the level of a Five-Star hotel resort on Earth. With three separate bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room or lounging area, a kitchen, and a balcony view overlooking the city, the room could comfortably house an entire family. The room even came with various amenities in the form of artifacts. From what Elizabeth could tell there was the artifact equivalent for TV, air conditioning, artificial heating, and even a humidity setter.

Impressed, Elizabeth sat on one of the chairs in the living room before dumping the various books she had recently acquired on the coffee table before her. She materialized a snack from her near-endless reserves and indulged as she sat back and began reading. Of course, to her, a snack consisted of a full course meal.

Though she had over a dozen thick tomes to read, because of her Neutral Magic's application in scanning, even though her reading speed was cut as she needed to use it in conjunction with her Basic Translation Spell, she still read the books at a rate of one tome every ten minutes.

A seemingly random instance of character creation on the deep dark web changes the life of a socially inept and insufferable game addict, Adrian, in more ways than he could ever have fathomed.

A transformation and pact with a Goddess force him out of his comfortable lifestyle as the wastrel son of billionaire parents.

Entered in the Cataclysm, an apocalyptic battle royale for the Chosen of Sponsor Gods and Goddess, with his life effectively changed into that of a game character, Adrian has to confront underground Secret Societies, Magic, Cultivation, and change dramatically if he is to have the slightest chance of survival.

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    "Do not be impulsive." Old Fulin saw the expression on Dudian's face. He signed.: "We have no evidence in our hands even if we know that they have faked the books. There is no way to recover the justice. Moreover you have the identity of an architect right now so we can't lose face because of such a small issue. We must accumulate our power and take account when we are strong enough."

    Dudian saw the worry in Old Fulin's eyes. He gentle raised his hand and patted his shoulder.: "Don't worry, I'll deal with this thing. People are fragile, whether it is a senior hunter or an ordinary person. It is the same. Don't forget that to destroy a precise machine a big axe is not required. Sometimes pulling a piece as big as a hair will destroy it."

    Old Fulin looked at his eyes that were full of darkness. His heart trembled. It was as if he was not standing in front of a teenager but an dark evil monster. 

    "Now, we should go to dinner." Dudian's face changed instantly to a smile. In the blink of an eye his temperament changed to a gentle one. 

    Old Fulin was in a trance as he carefully though about Dudian's words. He recovered.: "Yes....Yes...It is getting late. We should go. This is a rare gathering where all the aristocracy will attend. We should take over this opporunity to win other aristocrats."

    Dudian smiled and held his arm to help him to move. 

    The butler had already prepared the carriage. Both of them went to the venue where the 'Temple of Elements' held the banquet - St. Peters. 

   At one time St. Peters was a cathedral of the Holy Church. However it later when 'Temple of Elements' was established this venue was given to them as a gift because it was close to Mount Church. 

    Gradually sun set and one by one stars popped up in the sky. 

    There were dozens of carriages parked outside the St. Peters. They belongs to the aristocrats from commercial district. Most of them were upper nobility but some rising ones personally came over too. After all this was a banquet held by the Temple to give the 'epoch' medal. Although big consortium's such as Mellon and Scott didn't care or weren't concerned about Dudian but they didn't dare not to give face to 'Temple of Elements.' 

    The road to the cathedral was lit by fragrant oil lamps. They were parts of sesame oil which were taken from a beast's body. Even some upper aristocratic castle's used them only in study rooms and dining rooms. However in here they were casually placed to light the road. Even the guards who were on duty felt fresh because of the fragrance emitted from lamps. 

    Kerry and several other colleagues stood at door and received the guests one by one. Kerry was acquaintance with almost everyone. He had wide range of contacts. He just had sent away two nobles when a carriage came close to the door. Kerry's eyes lit up as he saw the banner above the carriage. 

    Dudian was first to get off the carriage. Then he helped Old Fulin to walk out of the carriage. 

    "Mr. Dean." Kerry immediately approached.: "You are a little late. Don't forget that you are tonight's star!" 

    Dudian shrugged his shoulders.: "The traffic."

    Kerry helplessly smiled and looked at Old Fulin.: "Old patriach Fulin. You body is still healthy. By the way, you have picked up the treasure."

    "Luck, luck." Old Fulin laughed.

    "Please come inside. Its windy outside." Kerry immediately invited them and lead the way in front. 

    The three people went into the St Peters. The door could accommodate ten people at the same time. The thick doors slowly opened and the golden slight swung out form inside. The laughter echoed out. The place was extremely luxurious. Everything inside was fine work of art. Even the chandaliers were made of the best quality glasses. 

    Kelly laughed: "I have to receive the guests now. I'll accompany you afterwards."

    After Kerry left, Dudian and Old Fulin came inside the hall. There was massive table filled with all kinds of fresh fruits, pastries, wine and so on. Nobles stood in groups and chatted. They talked in whispers highlighting the behaviour of aristocratic courtesy. 

    "I didn't expect that I will have the privilige to come to St. Peters." Old Fulin said with emotion: "My father had attended a party in the past. But I was too young so he didn't bring me. Its thanks to you that I have the chance to visit this legendary place. It is trule was crafted by the masters. Such a majestic atmoshpere."

    Dudian grabbed a pastry with low level of sugar.: "Let's go and sit."

    "Alright." Old Fulin nodded as he sat on sofa to rest. He looked at Dudian.: "You go around and check the people. No need for you to accompany this old man. Take advantage of this opportunity and tried to hook up with ladies."

    Dodian looked at him helplessly.: "I won't be able to find anyone close to my age."

    "So what if you can't find sixteen year old ones. There would be older ones. It would be rare to find anyone older than twenty but still there are some." Old Fulin smiled and pointed towards some girls.

    Dudian looked at the direction where Old Fulin was pointing too. There were few noble ladies who stood together, chatted and laughed. He recovered his eyes and said to Old Fulin.: "You have good rest." He came to the center of the hall and began to wander around. He could keenly distinguish their whispers. Although they weren't talking about secret but he was able to hear what kind of things they liked to talk about in public. 

    "People from Burong family ..." Dudian's eyes fell on a middle aged man. He was familiar with the face of this man. Although he had seen him only once but it was firmly engraved into his mind. It was Jenny's father, Rudolph! 

    At the moment Rudolph was surrounded by few nobles. He had a glass of wine in his had and occasionally would take a ship. Wine was a good additive to such parties. It would take the 'embarrassment' away. 

    "The little devil, do not look around." Suddenly a voice echoed from behind. 

    Dudian looked back to see an obese middle-aged man. There were few strands of white hair on his temple. He was familiar but couldn't remember from where. Suddenly he remember the first noble he had seen when he had participated in the banquet held by Mellon consortium back when he was a scavenger. After so long the man's body and face have changed a bit so it was hard to remember him.

    "Mace?" Dudian looked at him and whispered his name. He had heard the name long ago it was deeply engraved in his mind. He couldn't forget because of the deep humiliation back in that day. 

    "Huh?" Middle-aged man's eyebrows wrinkled: "Do you know me?"

    Dudian indifferently said as he saw the man admit his identity.: "You have good collar. Its shame that you want wear it for long." Afterwards he turned away and left.

    The middle-aged man looked at the exquisite men's necklace that was hung on his neck. He specially asked a master to forge it for him. He looked back at Dudian but he had left. He was furious but in such an occasion he couldn't directly shout out. He stared visiously at Dudian's back as he memorized Dudian's appearance.


Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world.
Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established...
The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart.
The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors?
"I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian

2001
 Muntenia
               Wallachia was divided into two districts Muntenia (Greater Wallachia) and Oltenia (lesser Wallachia), this division occurred in 1419 when Vlad Dracular gave away the secrets of his people. Death plagued the country and corpses had bite marks on their necks. At first Gnats were blamed for this disaster, or curses according to the gypsies divination
Dracula in his drunken state had told them otherwise. The identified blood suckers were expelled to Oltenia and with Anne's dark magic and spells. A rift was created and at her bidding black stones were poured into the rift in great quantities.
   The black stones were powered by the moon and made it impossible for the vampires to cross over. For once,the people of Wallachia were indebted and
grateful to the so scorned gypsy. But notwithstanding, the moonlight nights were approaching. Without the moon, the black stones were powerless and the vampires unleashed their horrors to the mortals.
   The marketsquare was the busiest place in Muntenia. For the rich elite in the society, it was rowdy. Bells jingled erratically as sellers sang to attract buyers to their wares.   "Sweet roses for your
sweetheart "....There were tents and booth owned by gypsies for their fortune telling and a snake charmer stood at the end of one, displaying acrobatic skills with a black cobra and the gathered crowd watched with glee and horror. Two gypsies gossiped about the approaching nights of horror
           "Those hunters efforts will be futile as usual "The other trembled "We have our charms,
Rona "
           "Useless, we just sell them for money, we all are at the mercy of the almighty.... "the word 'daredevil' froze on her lips and she just sighed. The thought of him alone made them quiver. They both stared as Peugeot pulled up and a young woman alighted, clutching her purse in an alarming speed, she made way through the crowd. A dark eyed woman chased
after her screaming
                  "Draga, wait! "
The young woman turned to her
  "Louka, will you stop calling me 'Draga' "
              Louka smiled, happy she had caught her attention.
      "You re my Draga"she retorted with undisguised adoration "Wonder why you dislike your birth name and choose to bear an 'Eng--lish ' name "Impatiently she thrust wads of leu into Louka's
palm. Giving Louka money each time she visited the marketsquare was now a tradition. She turned and continued walking at her usual flurry paces.
               "Draga!"she mused. She was  her father's Draga. Her eyes grew teary at the thought of her dead father.He alone had the right to call her that! He gave her that name because she was his girl.. Loucas Adam's darling. Darling was the most common
endearment in Wallachia.Everybody was someobody's Draga. But she was sure when other people called her that, none meant it.
         She pushed at the entrance door of the library. Her entry was accompanied with stares as many heads were strained to glare at her. And almost immediately hushed conversations began. Smoothing her silky apparel, she walked straight to the librarian,
ignoring the contemptuous look directed to her by the librarian's plump daughter.
    "Good day, Ms Balan I'm here for the books I ordered for "she said smiling warmly. The books her maid Elene, would never touch, so she had to come for them.
          Ms Balan smiled back as she turned to get the books, Elizabeth nodded to the young woman despite the disdain written boldly on her face.
"How do you do, Maria "
Maria snorted in reply as she studied Elizabeth why didn't she have such skin, as smooth as alabaster or lips like red wine?It was indeed sinful for anyone to be as beautiful as Elizabeth Draga Fleming, the younger woman thought eyeing her enviously. She was by far her rival for Sergius, the most eligible bachelor. It was no secret that Sergius lost interest in her after spying the violet eyed girl
in front of her.
         Ms Balan returned with the books wrapped in a bag. Her eyes sad as she wondered why such a beautiful girl would be interested in horrific books and not the romantic like other ladies were.
     "The book of the dead "Maria shrieked ensnaring people's attention.
         "Such horrific books are Elizabeth's favourites "she drawled mockingly. Ignoring her statement
Elizabeth fumbled with her purse for money. Maria's expression turned into greed at the wads of money being held out to her.
    Besting her mother, she snatched them, then sarcastically whispered "Draga mea "
 Outraged, Elizabeth glared at her
   "Don't say such words carelessly, l'm no darling of yours! So call me Elizabeth "she retreated stressing the Elizabeth.    Maria huffed
"Nonsense! What's Elizabeth? "eyeing her flaring curls, she growled scornfully
    "Elizabeth must mean 'the devil's daughter ' "
     "No! "a voice came to her rescue and Maria studied the speaker with a mixture of admiration and pain. He had a finely featured face and a sturdy attractive body.
            Avoiding Maria's heated gaze, he continued
  "Dr Fleming named her after
his beloved English queen Elizabeth Tudor I"his hand reached to touch her curls "Because of her infamous red hair and his inability to pronounce 'Draga ' "
   The harridan sniffed contemptuously
     "Where then comes her strange hair? Bet my life that she got it from hell "
          This outburst was followed with giggles and whispers. Elizabeth could hear some
muttering
         "Heard she was expelled from school because she is possessed by demons!"
    "legions of demon indeed! "
 Maria struck the last jibe
    "Now she writes books about demons! "
   Elizabeth felt a flush rise to her cheeks, her violet eyes flashing in anger. Seeing those turbulent eyes, Maria backed away to a safer distance. Tracing the cross sign
over her face she retorted icily
 "Eyes of a witch "
   "Silence! "the man who had touched her curls snapped. A hush silence ensured, It was apparent that they were afraid of this speaker. Draped in guns, he surely inspired fear. Clutching her arm, he led her out.
      "Considering the numbers of exotic libraries in Bucharest, I wonder why you are here " He snarled.
Her chin rose up arrogantly
 "I get the books I desire here! "she stomped her feet. Already knowing the 'desired books ' he asked no further questions.
      Placing his hands possessively on her waist he pressed a kiss against her cheeks. And she stiffened at his embrace, he felt it and smiled sadly, it was expected. Elizabeth was just too frigid. He stared down into her face, even though the day was hot, the heat
rising from her body was sweetly scented.
   "You should stay away from Maria, Draga mea "...his calling her 'my darling'infuriated her but she let it pass.
     "I don't understand her hatred of me, Sergius "
    Sergius swallowed the knot of apprehension clogged in his throat, apart from the jealousy that Elizabeth was far more beautiful than her. He was responsible for
the incensed hatred.
   "Why are you here? "she curiously asked.
    He smiled flirtatiously "I came to get this.. "he revealed the bouquet of roses hidden behind him. At her admiring glances he added
  "..For you.. as an encouragement. How is your book going?  you know how we hunters adore your works "
      She grinned, an act that spread warmth to his heart.
"Because it spills most  secrets of the vampire "
  He ran his hands over her fiery hair "You are so talented"
   He glanced away, unable to meet her clear eyed gaze. He had betrayed her trust countless times, spreading horrible rumors about her to any pursuing admirer 'she's cursed 'he would tell them 'I know her too well 'he would add with a speculate gleam  "she's an insane whore, plagued by demons "Then
he would grin victoriously when their interests turned to disdain.
    She turned to wave as her Peugeot pulled away. With a smug satisfied grin, he thought 'I'm the only one for you now, or you'll die an old maiden, Draga mea "

Elizabeth opened the box again. She waved her hand, and a large frost barrier appeared around her.
Only frost dragons could do this. They were stronger within their barrier, and nobody outside could sense their magic wave.
After she made sure Fox could never catch her magic wave, Elizabeth picked up the ring.
Between what her father had just said and Fox's strange behavior, she could tell her uncle didn't really care if his brother was alive or dead. He expected to find something in the ring, Elizabeth thought.
Elizabeth waved the ring, and then a letter and two palm-sized boxes came out—one golden, one silver—and also a strip of paper, with some black scribble on it. "Put on a disappointed face if you're not alone, and say there's nothing inside."
That was why she had lied to her uncle. When she told him the ring was empty, she had glimpsed the icy blue light around his fingers disappearing.
Fox was a 9th-tier magic caster. She didn't stand a chance against him; she couldn't even break his frost barrier.
Uncle was always nice to me. I considered him one of my closest family members. But, he wanted to kill me because of this ring? What happened to Father? Why didn't he come back? She had so many questions.
She looked at the two boxes inlaid with precious stones, and picked up the letter. It was cold and hard like a piece of ice.
Suddenly, a silver light arose from the silver envelope and circled around Elizabeth. Then it flew back into the envelope; the ice broke, and out came the letter.
Elizabeth opened the letter. "Elizabeth, my daughter, I'm so glad you're reading this, and I'm sorry for having left without saying goodbye," the message read. She felt her eyes grow wet as she recognized her father's writing.
"Don't waste your time looking for me, 'cause I'm also looking for someone. You are to become the queen of frost dragons. They thought I lost to Alex and then died from a serious wound or something, right? No. I didn't come back because I have an important matter to attend to. Also, I want to find Alex. I don't think he's dead.
"I have to tell you something. 17 years ago, I fell in love with a human girl. Her name was Gillian. She was pregnant with a girl when I left her to take care of some business; she should be 14 by now. If I was right, she should be a golden dragon, like your grandmother.
"I'm sorry that I fell in love with another girl. Your mother's death was a great blow to me. Gillian comforted me and gave me peace. I didn't want them to get in trouble because of me, so I never went to visit them after I left. Also, I felt ashamed. In the two boxes are two dragon pearls. I want you to eat the frost dragon pearl at your 20th birthday. It will stimulate your frost dragon blood, and make you become the first in the line of succession to the throne. They will have to make you the queen.
"But I want you to find your sister and her mother first. It shouldn't be too hard to find a half-dragon in Chaos City. Give her the golden dragon pearl at her 18th birthday, and she will become a real dragon. You can trust her, but don't trust anyone else. Not even your family. I killed many dragons standing between me and the throne. They will bow before you as long as you're stronger than them."
I have a golden dragon sister? Elizabeth looked at the letter with mixed emotions. Then it suddenly broke into pieces, which fell down on the floor.
My mother died because of you, but she never said she hated you. How could you have fallen in love with another woman? Elizabeth clenched her fists, her face white. She looked at the two dragon pearls, thoughtful.
You left her when she was pregnant. Is the throne that important to you? You have time to tend to your so-called important matter, but you never visited them even once… The anger in her eyes was gone as she suddenly felt sorry for them.
…
After Mag took Amy to school, he went to a bookstore and bought some history books about this world.
No species had ever dominated the whole world before, so the history books were many and varied. Mag didn't know if he could trust these books, but at least they could serve as a good mean to kill time.
Since his memories concerning the elven princess might have been erased, Mag actually didn't fully know the continent.
He knew little, among other things, about Dragon Islands and Ghost Islands. Irina had to have been with him when he went to those places. So, he had to read books to understand this world better.
…
Mag did some reading in the afternoon, and then went to pick Amy up from school. After dinner, when he opened for business, he found about 100 people waiting outside, which served as a perfect advertisement.
Amy ate a braised chicken and rice in front of them, and more people ordered this dish than during lunchtime.
After Yabemiya told him how many bowls of braised chicken had been ordered, Mag said to the system, "I want to buy another earthenware pot."
"You have no right to buy—"
"If I make more money every day, it will take me much shorter to earn enough to upgrade the restaurant."
"The earthenware pot is ready in the cupboard! 10 gold coins has been deducted! Thank you!"
Mag took out the new pot, which was exactly the same as the old one. Braising chicken was a time-consuming process, so he had bought another pot to increase efficiency.
…
"We'll keep on eating— no, looking for them, Boss?" Blacky asked as they walked out of a roasted meat restaurant, bloated from eating too much.
"Of course! We have eaten— no, looked for them in 88 restaurants. If we stopped now, it would be all for nothing!" Anselm touched his stomach and walked towards their next destination.
"I can't eat another bite. It's getting late. I think they might have left," Blacky said, worried. They hurried after their boss.


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

"Miss, I just want to let you know that your call is being recorded as evidence," the officer says. "Now, can you please describe the incident to me?"
"I'm not sure what time it happened," Gabrielle says. "Actually, I don't even know what time it is now. I-I think I'm in the private clubhouse above The Palm House restaurant."
The officer sighs into the other end of the phone. Gabrielle tries to control her breathing, but her entire body is shaking. She looks nervously at Jackson, but he's still sound asleep. She presses the phone even more firmly against her ear.
"Can you tell me the name of the person who did this to you?" the officer asks.
"I-I don't know that either," Gabrielle said, fighting back tears.
"Well, what about your name?" the officer asks.
"Gabrielle Peters," she says.
"Are you sure?" the officer asks rudely. 
Gabrielle closes her eyes and tries to remember what happened, but she has no idea how she got to this room. The last thing she remembers is Jackson pouring her a glass of wine. Did he drug me? She wonders. Why didn't I notice? Why can't I remember?  
"I don't remember anything about the event," she whispered into the phone.
"Miss Peters, have you been drinking?" the officer asks. "If you have, you're going to need more evidence than normal to prove that this was a rape."
"I can provide evidence," Gabrielle says. "The man is still here next to me. Can you send some officers here to look at the scene? Quickly? I don't know how much longer he'll stay asleep." 
The officer is silent for a long time. She can hear his heavy breathing on the other end of the line. Before she can ask him if the officers are on the way, she feels a painful pressure on her wrist. She drops the phone, and it falls onto a fluffy white pillow.
Jackson twists her arm and presses his body against hers, forcing her onto the mattress. She screams, but he covers her mouth. She licks his palm and tries to bite his fingers, but he forces her jaw shut. He's still wrapped in a sheet, and the thin fabric keeps his bare skin from touching hers, but she can feel every part of his body against hers.
He presses his lips into the soft skin under her ear. The heat of his breath makes her skin crawl. The harder she struggles, the harder he presses himself against her. Finally, she goes limp, and she closes her eyes. She wonders if he's going to kill her.  
"Evidence is helpful, but do you know what's better?" Jackson asks. His lips curl into a cruel smile. "It's better if they walk in on the crime."
"It's no joke," Gabrielle says. "The police are on their way, and I swear to God, I'm going to take you down. For rape, for theft, for fraud, for everything my lawyers and I can think of."
"I understand the situation perfectly," Jackson says. "In fact, I understand it much better than you."
"Get off me, and I'll ask them to reduce your sentence," Gabrielle says.
"I'm not interested in your mercy," Jackson says, curling his lip.
"You should be," Gabrielle says. "It's all you've got left."
"I doubt that," Jackson says. He looks down at Gabrielle's bare chest and smirks. "Sorry about your boobs; they look terrible. So small, too."
"Just let me go, you bastard," Gabrielle says. She wants the words to sound strong and confident, and she hates that they sound like a plea instead.
Jackson eases off of her and gets out of the bed. He walks across the room, collecting his clothes. His wine-stained shirt is crumpled on a chair, his pants are on the floor, and his underwear is under the bed. He looks up at the chandelier and laughs—Gabrielle's pink bra is dangling from a crystal.
 "I've paid for your services," Jackson says. He reaches into his pants pockets and pulls out two credit cards. He tosses them at her. "Really, you should think of this as payment for the accident. Because what happened was an accident, you know." 
The door flew open, and two uniformed policemen rushed in with their guns raised. One man points his pistol at Jackson and the other points at Gabrielle. Gabrielle freezes, but Jackson remains calm. He wraps a sheet around his waist and lifts his hands in the air.
"We got a call that someone was raped," an officer says. "We tracked the location, and it led us here. Did one of you make that call?"
"I did," Gabrielle says, slowly raising her hand.
"What's that in your hand?" the officer asked suspiciously.
Gabrielle looks at her hand and realizes she's still holding one of the cards Jackson tossed at her.
"Oh, um, he gave this to me," she said.
"As payment?" the officer asks. "Are you a prostitute?"
"What? No! No, no, no," Gabrielle says, feeling her face darken. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Jackson shaking with silent laughter.
A burning smell fills the Howel kitchen. A servant stands next to the open windows and waves a dishtowel through the smoky air. Evan pours half a bottle of oil into a pan on the sofa. The oil sizzles and pops, splattering the entire stovetop.
"Why did you add so much oil?" Avery asks Evan. "It'll make it too greasy."
Evan scowls at her and grabs a large knife from the block on the counter. The sharp blade glints in the bright kitchen light. He slams it into the red streak on the wooden cutting board. The meat is tender, but Evan struggles to cut it—he's using the wrong knife. He raises the blade in the air and smashes it down onto the steak.
"You're cutting that beef like you hated the cow," Avery teases.
Evan ignores her and grabs a jar of sea salt. He begins to pour it into a pot of boiling water on the stove, and Avery tries to snatch it from him. Her fingers brush the glass jar, and Evan jerks his arm away. The jar tilts, and all of the salt spills into the water.
"Evan, you may have many talents, but I don't think cooking is one of them," Avery says. "Why don't you let me do this before dinner is completely ruined?"
Evan glares at the dishes. Then he sweeps everything—including the burnt pans—into the trash can. A servant runs over and hands him a fresh pan. Avery wants to roll her eyes.
"This is really wasteful," Avery says. "Just let me do it."
"I told you I'd cook us dinner, and I'm going to do it," Evan says with a sour expression. "If you want to stay in the kitchen and watch, that's fine, but keep your opinions to yourself."
Avery pretends to zip her lips shut. She hops up on one of the counters and dangles her legs. Evan grabs a cookbook and opens it to a noodle dish. He squints in concentration as he reads the instructions. Then he lifts a knife and begins to chop vegetables. The pieces are a little uneven and weirdly shaped, but it's not bad for a beginner.
He continues to prepare the meal, stopping awkwardly every few minutes to check the instructions. Avery presses her hand over her mouth to silence her laughter when he gets confused by the garlic press. Eventually, the kitchen fills with savory smelling steam.
"Okay, it's finished," Evan says.
He scoops Avery off the counter and carries her to the dining room. Robert follows, carrying the noodles on a tray. He looks worried—as if the noodles are too precious to drop. Evan takes a plate and serves Avery some noodles, making sure to give her lots of vegetables.
"How is it?" Evan asks.
Avery twirls some noodles on her fork and stabs a vegetable. Nervously she takes a bite. The vegetables are flavorful and crisp, and the noodles are cooked well. The sauce is smooth but not at all greasy.
"It's pretty good," Avery says.
Evan slides into the chair next to hers and serves himself some noodles. They eat in comfortable silence. Avery slurps one of her noodles, and some sauce splashes on her lip. Before she can wipe it with a napkin, Evan leans in and licks the sauce away.
"Do you want to go for a walk after dinner?" he asks.
Avery shakes her head. She's full and tired, and all she wants to do is lie on the sofa. Evan walks with her to the study, and she lies down on the sofa. She thinks about all the strange things that have happened and suddenly remembers the recording pen.
"Please don't forget to take the pen to Nanny," Avery reminds Robert.
She rubs her stomach and closes her eyes, humming happily to herself. She can't believe that the baby is really in there. In the expectant parent class, the doctor said that the baby is about the size of a raspberry.
"Do you like the dinner your daddy made for you, little one?" she asks her stomach.
She looks around the room, and her eyes fall on a stack of books on the coffee table. She reaches for one curiously, but Robert grabs them away.
"I'm sorry, but these books belong to Mr. Howel," Robert says.
Before Avery can complain, Robert rushes out into the hall with the stack of books. Avery wonders why he's so nervous—they're just books, aren't they? She gets up and pulls the envelope from Sophie out of her purse. She pulls the papers out and flips through them.
Most of the papers are sketches and jewelry designs, and most of them are only half-finished. Almost every single design shows a wedding ring. Some of the details vary, but the design is mostly the same. Though her mother made the drawings over ten years ago, the rings are timelessly elegant and beautiful.
Avery traces a finger over the hand-drawn lines on one ring. She looks at the metal band and squints. Something seems to be written on the ring, but she can't tell what it is. She rings the bell and asks Robert to bring a magnifying glass. When he arrives, she holds it up to the drawing and gasps. It's a name: Howel.


WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
The story CONTAINS harsh words that are not suitable for young readers. There are several twists and mysteries inside this novel. The plot is not a typical contemporary-romance alone but an action-filled series fueled by revenge! 


Since childhood, she was trained to be a perfect wife to the Billionaire heir, Evan Howel. She loved him and adored this man. People around them often said she's his dog and no matter how she's badly treated by him in the past years of being married, she would keep coming back to him meekly. She tried to seduce him several times but she failed to sleep with him and being kicked out of his bed.
Someone had plotted to kill her by pushing her into the water that almost took her life. When she woke up, she became a different woman he used to know. She sneered and gave her husband a divorce agreement. 

Evan Howel offered five billion for their 3 years of marriage as compensation. She felt disgusted and declined his generosity. He began to think about why she changes into a strong woman and dare to provoke him. 

He realized that he can't let go of his beautiful wife who suffered so much for how many years. He wanted her to stay and he played a sex videotape of them in a silent mode before whispering into her ear: "If you don't tear up the divorce paper, I will unmute this video and let the whole world know about it!". She was shocked to see the video of their intimate moments that happened because of the drug given to them. 

She's ready to leave him but her devil husband won't let her go. Would she change her mind after what he had done to her? Would she give up herself again out of love? Could she win over the struggle and conspiracy plotted by Evan's grandfather?


Warning: Strong parental guidance as some chapters are not suitable for minors. 

List of my Novels Here in Webnovel 

1. Billionaire Defiant Wife
2. The Cage of The Past
3. Revenge to the Devil
4. Winter of the Wolves
5. Love & Revenge
6. My Billionaire Husband
7. Love & Revenge: The Return of the Heiress
8. You Are Mine (English)
9. Memories of the Night




Special Note: If you are looking for a sweet contemporary-romance genre, this novel doesn't have that kind of plot. Most plots of my novel talk about mystery, suspense, and a slice of life. Often FL starts a slow pace of development, from weak to strong.

<So when you said that you will tune-up my body to maximum strength, flexibility and agility does that mean I will be like I don't know Captain America?> asked Peter
Although Dreamer knew who Captain America was he knew he was supposed to be an alien so he pretended to not understand and said
<Captain who?>
<Oh yeah you don't know Captain America, So captain America is .....>
He goes on to explain Captain America



Dreamer cleverly told Peter that he would not be strong as captain America naturally but left it unsaid that with his amplification he would be stronger than him because he didn't want spider kid running around being a hero.


<So how much do I need to exercise?>
<What exercise?. I told you I will do it.>
<What don't you mean that you make it easier for me to gain muscle?>
<Kid looks like you misunderstood. You don't need to do anything all you need to have is a constant source of food and water.>
<What you mean I don't need to do anything and I will gain a body of an Athlete?>
<Kid Why are you repeating yourself. I will just need to eat certain foods and yes even those you don't like but don't worry I will create cravings for the food you need to eat and yes even for something like broccoli etc.>


<Wow I didn't even know people could have cravings for Broccoli.>
<Nows that's out of the way, Kid I want you to organise the room, I don't tolerate a lazy host and hate a disorganized mess>
With instructions from Dreamer and some life hacks he made clean up his room and organise everything.


<Whew, you are slave driver.> whined Peter mentally
<What slave driver actively helps his slaves body in perfect condition>
 said Peter sarcastically.
<So how do you know so much about Humans and our Habits>

Dreamer was having a lot of fun being a backseat driver.


<So What do you usually do Kid? When do you get your Education?>
<It is Mondays to Fridays, Saturday and Sunday's are holidays.>
<Oh, So what do you during your Holidays?>

<Oh then do your stuff.>


Peter didn't know what to think of his symbiotic partner, all the things he told him he wanted to believe but he didn't know if he could believe his words.
<You know I can hear your thoughts right?>
<Oh yeah sorry>


Peter avoided the situation and took out his books and started doing his homework.
After 30 mins he cleared up his homework. During this time Dreamer was studying the difference between a conscious host and an unconscious host and he found that the response was a huge difference in speed of response and the control of the host was much finer. But he found something more interesting. He found that he could control and change muscle memory.


He found this out during the time Peter was writing the writing was so ingrained that he just need to think of the letter and his hand automatically wrote down. Seeing this he wanted to test something.


<So are you done with your work?>
<Yeah>
<So, Why is your handwriting so bad?>
<Uh, I just didn't practice my handwriting I suppose>
<So I wanna test something, do you have anything to practice your Handwriting?>

<Good take them out.>


Peter searched around in his books and took them out.
<Good, now practice each of the letters one time exactly on the Line>
Peter just shrugged and wrote all the book one time in about 20mins. When Peter was practising Dreamer was constantly adjusting peters handwriting according to the book.


<Good it's done now what?>
<Now open an empty page in your notebook and write as I dictate.>
<The mind is one the most complex part of sentient beings, meditating is one of the ...>
Peter was focusing on my voice while writing so he didn't notice that his hand was writing in perfect cursive handwriting neatly like it was printed from a printer. I was dictating him the meditation part of my Mind technique, he was also listening and from time to time I could see flashes of inspiration though his mind and understanding.


<Wow, that description was detailed. I have some questions about what you said.>

<Yeah, so why did yo-... How is this possible>
Peter was dumbfounded at his handwriting
<So I found that I could rewrite muscle memory so I tested it, looks like it works.>
<Wait, So my handwriting is always going to be this good from now on?>
<Yes, Unless you try to consciously to change the handwriting it will always be like this.>
<Thats so cool.>


<So ask your Questions about meditation>
Thus Peter asked all sorts of questions about the meditation technique. His current meditation technique was a combination of his self made meditation technique and the meditation technique he learned in Kamar tan.
<If you successfully master the meditation technique, I will give you the continuation of that technique>
<What there is a continuation?>
<Yes, Now I am done with my testing and explaining go and do your stuff.>
<Uh, Okay I guess>


Sometime later Peter reading up science articles on the internet and was writing stuff down but a dreamer who was seeing peters learning technique was having a headache. As a self-made genius in his last life, Dreamer had gotten used to sorting the information he read, and arranging them in a way that would be easy to revisit but also to easier to understand.


Peter's Haphazard way of learning made Dreamer get a headache. But still, since he was partners with peter for a long time to come, he figured he would mentor the kid. Unlike him, Peter was a natural genius and Dreamer was dying to see what a Natural genius with his ethics and techniques would be like.


Just like that the rest of the day was teaching Peter methods for increasing efficiency, the reasoning behind them and why he should use them and gave him a project to practise this skill by going through all his previous books and notes and reorganise them by the method Dreamer taught him.


<Man I understand your reasoning but doing this stuff and remembering everything is hard and tiring.>
<Just practice with it Peter, with me reminding you once you make these your habits they will help you lifelong. You can also make pocket money with your notes once you reorganize everything by selling copies to kids in your same classes and it might make you popular. Just so kids could get your notes. You could also tutor for some more extra cash.>
"Peter honey, Its time for dinner."
"Coming, Aunt May."


<Wow it is already nighttime.> Thought as he got up and turned to leave.
<Stop right there. Come back and clear the table up and pack your bag before you go down.>

<Nope, do it right now your body will feel lethargic after eating and you will just sleep.>
<Fiiine> whined peter as he set about organising and packing everything into his school bag before going down for dinner.


"So what were you doing in your room all day Peter."
"Uh"
<Tell her you found a website for students with tips about better organization and techniques to have perfect handwriting and were working on that.>


"I uh, found a website on the internet it had a lot of cool tips like one's to get perfect handwriting, one for writing notes in a way which is much easier to read and a lot of Lifehacks."
"What is a Lifehack" asked Ben curiously
"Well, it generally a tip or trick you know like how to fold clothes in two steps and stuff like that. Anyway, so I decided I will give all of them a shot."


"That is a good decision Peter, always try to improve yourself." Said May
"Yeah" and the rest of dinner went well with them chatting and telling each other what they had done today etc.


Back in his room after dinner, Peter sat on the Computer but before he could start on playing some games, dreamer said <Peter, do you have a daily time table >
<Nope>
<Then maybe you should have one>
<What are you some sort of alien self help guide, sheesh>



 said Peter as he went back to the computer but this time he couldn't move his hand
<Come on, I don't want to do it right now> said peter struggling to control his hand, after a few more tries he gave up.
<Fine, fine I will do it> So with the insistence of Dreamer Peter drew up a new flexible schedule.
But by the time they completed, it was already time to sleep.


<Man, I didn't get to have a single bit of Fun today.> complained Peter
< It's not like you have to do this daily, it is a one-time thing for a Long time until a major change happens in your day to day life.>
<Now change into PJ's get into the Bed>
Peter reluctantly nodded and changed his clothes and got into bed and then started counting sheep.
<Why are you counting sheep?> asked Dreamer
<You know to get sleep.>

There was a brief silence before peter adjusted himself into a comfortable position while grumbling in his mind about his stupidity before Dreamer put Peter into Deep sleep.
Dreamer thought 'This is going to be a long few months before he gets into the habits automatically and they understand each other a lot better'

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