"you were a pig this whole time? How could you betray me for so long!!!?" Caleb  would yell at Rose.. aka Detective Renee Love as he began to smash things against the floor, glass shattering upon the floor as the mirror within the bedroom is broken. Caleb grabs Rose/Renee by the hair making her come closer to him as he yelled in her face holding her hair tightly and pushing her against the wall pinning her there as he stared at her as a piece of meat filled with rage. "wanna be a pig? Then let me show you how pigs get treated around here"

Read on to find out what happens to the Detective

"you were a pig this whole time? How could you betray me for so long!!!?" Caleb  would yell at Rose.. aka Detective Renee Love as he began to smash things against the floor, glass shattering upon the floor as the mirror within the bedroom is broken. Caleb grabs Rose/Renee by the hair making her come closer to him as he yelled in her face holding her hair tightly and pushing her against the wall pinning her there as he stared at her as a piece of meat filled with rage. "wanna be a pig? Then let me show you how pigs get treated around here"

Read on to find out what happens to the Detective

The victorian house groaned as Anna made her way up the stairs. Her bedroom was on the first floor at the front of the property.  Her parents room was to the rear of the building and the long bathroom stretched the length of the hallway. The staircase continued to wrap around the second floor which Anna had not managed to explore. Flicking the switch on the first floor, Anna decided she would continue to the second floor where all the junk and numerous boxes yet to be unpacked had been dumped. 
The second floor was a small square landing at the top of the house . A tall internal door with a golden knob stood out on the shabby landing. The rain was still pounding on the sky light window but the warmth of the property made Anna forget the horrid weather outside. 
Anna went to the lonely door and pushed hard to open the it and discover the treasures which were hidden within the room. 
The loft space was dreary and other than a few boxes from their old house it held items which hadn't been touched for years and years. Cobwebs hung low from the rafters of the room and dust had settled on almost every available space. The bare floorboards creaked as Anna made her way into the room ready to investigate the many items untouched in this empty house. 
The only light which entered into the room was that from the daylight outside which poked its way into the room through the small circular window. 
Pushing a large cobweb to one side Anna dusted off the first cardboard box which attracted her attention. With the words 'do not open' its always the most intriguing of items. Opening the box, Anna found a variety of hats and scarves in the box. Large round formal hats with fur lining they looked beautiful and well kept. Small moth balls had been packed in to the box to protect the items within it, indicating they were once loved and meant something to someone a long time ago. 
The next few boxes all contained clothing which appeared to belong to a man and lady but nothing Anna recognised in her era. The stale smell of dust lingered in the room indicating just how long the items had probably been left unattended and stranded in the empty loft space. 
Anna turned around to see what other items were in the space, old but grand furniture covered the space. The loft was a vast space which covered the entirety of the building. Anna thought the space would make a beautiful study for her to come and do her homework and generally relax. As she skulked around the room in a general day dream a beautifully crafted full length mirror caught Anna's eye. Covered behind an old sheet, Anna made her way to the mirror to take a closer loom. She removed the sheet to reveal the white baroque style finish with intricate detail. The mirror was exquisite. Anna thought it would look beautiful in her new room so made an attempt to lift it to tKe it back downstairs. 
As Anna stepped to grab the mirror, her foot caught in the sheet she had dropped, she struggled to keep her footing as she held the mirror. The sheer weight of the mirror prevented her from keeping her balance, Anna fell with the mirror crashing in front of her, the largest crash boomed across the house as the mirror shattered into a 1000 pieces across the wood floor boards.

When Anna moves to a different town she has to get to start again making new friends and learning to blend in to the crowd. But after a run in with an ancient mirror, a strange character appears and ensures that Anna does anything but blend in. 
Follow Anna as she tries to understand who this character is and face the long battle ahead for inner peace or an unexpected death.

Kyle yawned as he woked up, after that he checked his adoptive mother and aunt if they're still sleeping. When he did, he saw Anna hugging him like a body pillow while Alice did the same. 

Then he saw Anna trailing her hands down. He followed her hands and his body shuddered. 'She's moving her hands to my morning wood!' He shouted in his mind. 

Kyle gently moved Anna's hand away, he then sighed in relief. After that, he gently removed himself from the sisters' hugs preparing to leave the bed. 

"Nnh."

"Hmn."

The twin sister groaned and they opened their eyes. You could see that they're still a bit sleepy. But when they saw Kyle looked at them with surprise, their eyes opened realization that they're sleeping with someone. They closed their eyes for a bit to recall what happened last night and to clear their mind from murkiness. After a few seconds, they smiled and greeted Kyle in good morning.

"Good morning Kyle."

"Good morning Kyle."

Kyle also smiled and greeted back his adoptive mother and aunt. "Good morning too."

After that, Alice and Anna started to get off from the bed and when they did they saw Kyle's morning wood as they blushed. 

'So big...' The twin sister thought. It's their first time seeing someone's hard shaft and it's their adopted son/nephew at that so they blushed in shame for looking at it.

When Kyle followed their gaze, his body froze. His instinct told him that he should quickly pull up the blanket to cover his morning wood and so he did.

"I'm sorry, this kind of thing naturally occurs for every male every morning." Kyle awkwardly explained. 

The adoptive mother and aunt duo broke out of their stupor as they're looking at his morning wood when Kyle spoke to them. 

"I know, it's just that my first time to see a morning wood so I'm a bit surprised." Alice replied. 

'And yours is big too.' She also added that in her mind.

Anna nodded at her sister's words. The twin sister then got off the bed and went to the restroom to wash their face.

Kyle sighed with relief when his adoptive mother and aunt didn't call him a pervert, scum or whatever word related to that.

Later that time, Kyle was finally okay so the nurse said that he could go home. The nurse was particularly a smoking hot babe that's why he noted her name deep inside his mind, never to forget it.

When Kyle and his adoptive mother and got home. The twin sister immediately took a bath while Kyle cooked for food. They started to eat afterwards.

Their house was three storeys tall, the third floor was where Anna and Alice's bedroom located while Kyle's room was on the second floor. The dining room, living room and kitchen are located on the first floor and their basement was filled with expensive wine that the twin sister collected. They're the only people who live in that house so it's a little bit big for them.

Kyle went to his bedroom after brushing when they finished eating. Kyle's room had a queen-sized bed, a wardrobe, a computer set and a full body mirror. His room is also plastered with various anime artworks.

He went to the full-length mirror and checked his body.

"Hmm? I drank the body cleansing potion, but I can't see any change at all?" Kyle muttered as he touched his face.

[It's because the potion used all of its contents to barely cleanse your body removing the poison at that time. So you need to drink another body cleansing potion if you want to know the changes.] Luxuria answered his doubts.

"I see." Kyle nodded in understanding. The fight last time made him use his two skills so his originally 490 coins were decreased by 200. Now, he has only 290 coins left. Thinking that, he immediately purchased a body cleansing potion leaving him with only 240 coins at his disposal.

Kyle looked at the potion and examined it. The potion was colored white, it had also a milky-like texture and it is emitting a translucent light like a divine milk that gods drink in the legends. 

'It's like a breastmilk' Kyle thought and started drinking it not even living a drop behind.

*Gulp* *Gulp* *Gulp*

"Koo-hoo, this potion tastes delicious!" Kyle exclaimed in surprise. The last time he drank the body cleansing potion, his focus was completely in the pain so he forgot how the potion tastes like.

"If this drink was placed in the market this would surely shake it to its core." Kyle mumbled.

After a few seconds, his body started to sweat a lot. His sweat is not like the normal sweat, but an ink-like viscous liquid. Also, it smells terribly bad like a man if he swam in a septic tank full of excrements. Yikes!

Kyle sniffed at the thick black gooey liquid. As he did that, he nearly vomits in disgust. 

"Blergh! fuck, did I just swam in a septic tank full of shits?" Kyle exclaimed as he looked at the gooey liquid in disgust and he immediately went to the bathroom on the second floor.

After that, he immediately took a bath and cleaned his body like mad. Normally, it would just take him 10 minutes or so to finishing bathing, but now he could even rival a woman when taking a bath.

God knows how many minutes have passed and Kyle finally exited the bathroom. He then went to his room and checked his body looking at the full-length mirror.

"Woah, is this really me?" Kyle mumbled as he looked at the mirror.

His face looked a little bit more handsome compared to his previous average face and his ruby-like eyes gleamed with seductive light making any woman get sucked willingly inside if they looked at it. His blonde hair also looks smoother and fairer. He had a 180cm height and light tan complexion and he also had chiselled six-pack abs. His physique resembled evil Eren's from AoT a lot.

(A/N: Evil Eren is the best Eren, change my mind.)

If in the past he could only let himself get slapped by celebrities in terms of beauty, now, he had the face to defend himself from being slapped. Also, if any woman saw him when they walked together, they would look at him twice and nod in appreciation.

Let me guys tell you a secret, 

Would you believe me if I said that I was summoned by the Goddess of Lust and Beauty and took her first time?

Would you believe me if I said that after taking her chastity I received a system called 'Sex System?'

Lastly, would you believe me if I said that I'm a Dual System user?

If you believe me, then watch me as I conquer all the beauties around the world!

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Author's Note:
1. English is the 3rd languange that I learned so this story would have grammatical error. If you are fine with it, then good. If not, this novel would not be your cup of tea. 

2. I know my writing quality is meh so in the upcoming chapters I'll try my best to improve it.

3. This story has many flaws, so if you can't bear with it I'm sorry.

I always thought my old home was large, but I guess I was wrong.

This house is huge!

It has a warm, classy feeling that screams, "I'm made of money!" It's surrounded by a thick foliage of trees. I didn't even realize I was walking until I got to a large garage where some cars are already parked in designated stalls with their maintenance tools. The door is open and some guys are beside some of the cars in work overalls that are covered in grease. My guess is that they're taking some maintenance tests, making sure the cars are fine after being shipped.

The house is white with black accents. There are wall length  windows in places, that I guess are major parts of the house. The lights inside are on, so it looks like the helpers arrived already. There are balconies in some places which are definitely rooms. There are thick lawns with the sprinklers on and some flowers leading up to the huge stone steps.

"Do you need some help Miss Haden?" The chauffeur asked opening my door.

It took a while for it to register that I was being spoken to. After what seemed like ages (although it was like three minutes), I broke my staring contest with the house and took his hand which held a small map.

"Thanks, but Reyna would do", I said with a small smile.

I picked up my backpack and ran up the steps that led into the mansion, passing my parents on the way. As usual, they were busy with their assistants, on phone calls and yelling. The house was larger on the inside with warm lights gracing the walls and glistening against the floor.

Moving past them, I used the map to locate my room. It still smells musky, like it hadn't been inhabited for a long time. I could tell the walls had been repainted, seeing as they looked new. Maids in uniform, were still bustling about, carrying boxes and cleaning equipment with them.

As usual, the living room was extravagant. It housed a dazzling chandelier that was still being polished, Victorian style tea tables and floor length windows. There was a fireplace that was being scrubbed and grated. Overhead hung a family portrait we had taken in December.

It was a family tradition that every year we take a family picture. The one that was hanging currently was from last year. I'm sure the rest were hung in some hallways alongside some of the  family's elders' portraits like my grandmother and her brothers.

As I walked through the grand interior, I was greeted by some of the helpers. I passed more cardboard boxes, before finally locating the grand spiral staircase.There were more maids scrubbing, polishing and waxing. Some were even on their knees! I gave them all a warm smile before getting to the first floor as they greeted me.

With the plan I had been giving, I was able to locate my new room. The hallways upstairs had even more maids. They were a lot busier than the ones downstairs since they were caring for the rooms.
The halls had been divided into two: the east wing and the west wing. My room was in the east. I noticed all the doors were open, so were the windows so I guessed they were being aired. They were also filled with more boxes and furnishings. Grand polished wooden desks and chairs. Even the beds had a timeless design!My room was the last one so I had enough space. 

As I stood in the doorway, I took in the room. It wasn't large , but it was big enough for me. My boxes that were labeled were untouched, just as I had asked. But everything else was in place.The floors were made of fine wood. Some maids were still at work, dusting and wiping down the surfaces. They saw me standing and bowed their heads as they left.

I had a desk that was made of fine oak, engraved with a weird design that was probably fashionable in its time. Beside it to the left was a book case made of the same material with the same design pattern. It had lots of shelves and the design patterns were the same.The bed was large as well, probably enough for seven large men lying side by side. It was elevated so you had to climb three steps to get to it. It was already laid with grey covers, blankets and pillows. Even my teddy bear, sniffles ,who one of my cousins won for me when I was five was there, seated happily in the middle. At the time, he was almost double my size. There were bedside tables on each side, and they held a lamp each. Both tables were of the same design of the same design as the table. The lampshades were grey to match the rooms theme.I decided to check out my closet, but I was met with a wonderful surprise.

It was a walk-in with Japanese slide doors in front. All the furnishings were white. My clothes were already hung and everything else was where it was meant to be, including my jewelry. The closet held a dressing table and two mirrors: one full length wall and one over the table. My shoes were in their boxes on the racks and there was an ottoman in the middle of the closet. There where yellow fairy lights that illuminated the closet with a gold hue and it looked so dazzling against the polished surfaces.

I unconsciously walked over to the wall mirror and stared in shock at my reflection. I looked horrible. My braids were fuzzy and I had bags under my eyes. I looked so tired. Even my eyes seemed dull. Those eyes. I decided to take a warm bath before doing more exploration, which led me to the bathroom.

The bathroom was filled with marble. Everything was spotless and clean. The sink had a mirror over it and left of it was the bathtub and window. A full section of the bathroom was closed of containing my new rain shower. Even the curtains were white. The shower was enclosed within a glass door on the right. So was the toilet. The sink seemed to be on a table and underneath there was a cabinet with the same wood design. Behind me, there were wooden shelves and towel racks. On the back of the door there was a robe hanger. It all looked nice. I sighed as I undressed and tossed my clothes into the basket. I'm loving this place. It seemed to me like I had just found my new home. I wrapped my braids into a high bun and walked into the shower.

Too bad I would have to ruin it.

As Reyna tries to run from her haunting past,she moves to a new state with her parents, believing it was for her good, but what other secrets are her parents moving for? As one truth conceals another lie, will her parents let the truth stay hidden, or will Reyna accept it and move on? Book one in The Wolves of Valor and Might series.

Hmm? Did I not die after all?
Nah, there's no way some scrawny guy like me could have survived being hit by a car...
I don't feel any sensation on my body. It feels strange, but I guess I really did die.
In that case, where am I?
Its really dark but I can somehow make out whats around me. I don't think I'm observing things with my eyes right now since they're closed...
Slowly I spread open my eyes and begin to observe the things around me.
I'm currently on a bed in some strange dark room with little to no furniture. The walls and ceiling are made from smooth stone and wood and the floor is covered in old dusty carpet. The room doesn't have any windows either.
I'm not in the hospital, I don't think I'm in heaven or hell either. Then where the hell am I?
Did I get kidnapped? No. Who in their right minds would kidnap a guy on death's doorstep like me.
A truck load of confusion hits me as I attempt to figure out what this place could possibly be.
Nothing fits. No matter what I think of, none of this makes sense.
Due to confusion, I try standing up and touching my face to calm myself down, only to realise that I don't have any arms or legs...
Only to realise that I don't have any arms or legs...
I don't have any arms or legs...
Huh?
I quickly looked down to observe the state of my body.
Not only do I not see my arms or legs, I see nothing.
Nothing.
No, no, no. Calm down. Take a deep breathe.
You're an adult now, don't panic. Think think think.
Slowly, I start to recall hearing a pretty female voice telling me that my request was granted. I think I remember her saying something like a new world and new race....
HAHA what am I thinking? This is obviously a dream.
I'm gonna close my eyes and wait for a bit. Before I know it, I'll be back in my room on my comfy bed!...
.
.
.
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?!?!
SOMEONE EXPLAIN TO ME!!!
WHAT THE F*** DO YOU MEAN "GOOD LUCK" WOMAN!?!?
WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BODY?!?
COME OUT RIGHT NOW!!! THIS IS KIDNAP!!!!
...
Nothing.
Not a single sound. The response to my explosion of angry questions and confusion was dead silence.
I sat(?) there on the bed for another few minutes before heaving out a heavy sigh to calm myself down once again.
Well, since shouting and complaining won't solve anything, I might as well try to figure out my situation...
After reorganising my thoughts, I got off the bed and decided to move to the middle of the room.
Instead of standing up and walking, I feel the sensation of being lifted off the bed and moved around smoothly in the air.
wow...I'M FLOATING??
Ah, what the hell is happening...
Dismissing my thoughts of confusion, I floated my way to the middle of the room.
Since I don't have a body anymore. Did I become a ghost? I feel super light.
Since floating around was an interesting feeling, I spend the next few moments figuring out the nature of my movements. I'm able to move around freely and it doesn't seem like I'm using any strength to do so.
I could probably float around all day and not get tired. Interesting.
After I finish playing around, I take another glance around the room to confirm my surroundings.
I've been wondering this for a while but...I feel like I can sense things where I'm not even looking. Is this the so called sixth sense? do all ghosts have this? It feels really strange.
What race did that female voice say I rolled again?
I focused my mind on remembering the few words the the voice had said to me.
Didn't she say something like...「Energy life form」?
If I remember correctly, Energy beings are life forms composed of energy instead of matter. This also means that they aren't restricted by rules that apply to life forms that consist of matter.
As for my name...huh?
Why can't I remember my name? Did it get wiped from my memory after I died?
...I guess my name doesn't really matter anymore.
There were very few furniture in this room with the bed I woke up on being among them. On the side of the room there was a full length mirror leaning against the wall.
It looked quite old and had a few cracks on it, but it was still very much usable.
*Sigh* might as well check what I look like...hopefully I don't look too hideous.
Closing my eyes, I began to float towards the mirror. I located it using the mysterious sixth sense I obtained and moved in front of it.
I should prepare myself...
After taking a few deep breaths(mentally), I slowly open my eyes.
What I saw was a brilliant lime coloured ball of light with a pair of white lights on it both shaped like a circle. If I had to describe my size, using the mirror's size as reference, it would be about half the size of a volley ball. I'm also assuming that the pair of white lights are my eyes since they move according to where I look.
Huh, I don't look ugly at all. In fact, I'm quiet pleasant to look at.
Some words I could use to describe my new look would be simple but interesting.
Also, even though I'm a ball of light, I don't seem to be illuminating my surrounds. Is there a reason for this? Well, at this point, there's really no point in questioning things since none of it made sense anyway. It looks really cool though.
A feeling of relief grew in my chest. This was the only good news that I've received ever since I woke up.
However, this had confirmed it. I am no longer human. 
I don't feel the need to breathe, drink, or eat.
The physical features of a human is no where to be seen. I've been reincarnated into a non-humanoid.
I guess I'll accept this as my new look now.
All of this is confusing but I should try accept it as reality. Setting aside my mental breakdown half an hour ago, I think I'm doing pretty well.
After staring at myself for a few my minutes and admiring my interesting new look. I turned my attention to the door of the room. 
The room has basically nothing in it. While it does make me a little uncomfortable, there's really no merit in staying in an old room filled with dust. 
I don't think I'll be able to find clues about my situation without leaving. Plus, I'll have to leave this room eventually. The earlier the better.
The door was made primarily from wood and looked very old but sturdy. Signs of rust can be seen on the hinges and the handle seems to be covered in dust.
I floated up towards the door and started to think of what do to next.
I don't have hands to open it...
Despite this, I subconsciously extended my non-existent hand to the door nob and tried to open it.
*chik*
What... IT MOVED!
Even if it didn't turn all the way, the moment I tried to twist the door nob it was actually able to turn a little!
Do I actually still have my hands but they're invisible?...no, my race changed so that shouldn't be the case. I didn't feel anything when I twisted it either.
Wait. What if...
I turned around and repeated the same action and sensation on the full length mirror which was a few metres away, except this time I didn't move from my spot.
The moment I did, the mirror slowly tilted forward before falling forward and smashed into the floor with a loud cracking sound.
It worked!! Just as I wanted too!
Instead of twisted like I did with the door nob, this time I imagined my non-existent hand pulling the mirror forward and have it fall on the floor!
This is...TELEKINESIS!!
Well, it might actually be something else but that's what I'm gonna call it.
Still filled with excitement, I turned my attention to the bed that I woke up on.
I didn't notice it before but, now that I've taken a better look at it, I can see that its very old.
Everything besides the mattress itself was made from wood. The wooden legs of the bed were so brittle and withered that It looked like it would snap any moment. As for the mattress itself, it was very ragged, beat up and covered in dust.
You could tell that it had been left for a very long time.
I repeated the sensation I used for the door and mirror but this time, instead of pulling it slightly or twisting it, I decided to try lift the whole thing off the ground.
The result was different to what I expected.
The side of the bed closest to me shifted upwards slightly before falling back down to its original position.
I see...
My「Telekinesis」is very weak right now, and judging by how much the bedside was lifted, it had about as much strength as my arm did when I was still human.
But I feel like I can make it better with a good bit of practice...
After thinking for a few moments, I brought my attention back to the old wooden door and tried to turn the door nob a few times.
The door nob still did not turn all the way no matter how much I tried. There are probably two explanations for this.
The door is either locked or the metal in the handle itself has rusted so much that it can't turn anymore. Judging by the look of the door nob, it was most likely the latter.
...Wait, what if there's someone on the other side holding it?
IDIOT!! STOP SCARING YOURSELF!!!
*Sigh* why is this happening to me....
Thinking of my depression situation, I subconsciously pressed my forehead against the door...
Well, at least I was suppose to.
The relaxing feeling of pressing your head against something to calm yourself down never came.
Instead, my head was actually sinking into the door the moment it came into contact with it.
WHAT!?!
I quickly pulled away from the door in panic and watched in case something happened.
All sorts of thoughts start to go through my head as I anxiously watch the door. 
Nothing had happened the next few seconds, the door and room were the same as always.
Wait a sec...since I'm an「Energy life form」, doesn't that mean I can do things people normally can't?
Slowly, I approached the door and pressed my forehead against it again.
It feels as if the door isn't actually there.
Its not that I was sinking into the door, but I was actually passing through it!
How convenient!
Not long after, I'm greeted by a old but grand dark hallway which extends down to both the left and the right. Using my sixth sense, I'm also able to make out shapes of lanterns on the walls but it looks like they haven't been used in a long time. In fact, one of the lanterns had fallen on the floor due to being left alone for too long.
There aren't any windows here either. For all I know, I could be underground right now.
I try to find out whats at the end of the hallway on both sides but my sixth sense seems to have a maximum range of a few metres. It's also too dark for me to see far using my eyes.
So its either left or right...
There's really no point in thinking too hard since it wont make a difference.
After thinking for a few seconds, I decide to go right since I'm right handed...well, at least I was.
Before leaving, I take once last look at the wooden door.
The feeling of sadness begins to swell up as thoughts of my family and friends run through my mind.
It's depressing, but there's no point staying here any longer. Hiding won't help you escape reality...
*Sigh* I hope Daniel and Brian are okay...
After staring at the old wooden for a few more seconds, I turn around and make my way down the hallway.
This is a story about a reincarnated high school student's adventure in a new world, with a new life.

A story about a normal high school student who sacrificed his own life to save his friends in a critical moment reincarnating to the world of Sardonia. Instead reincarnating into a hero... he became a ball of light?


This is my first ever novel. Hope you enjoy.

Ron had followed the same schedule everyday for the last four months and a half, he got up at sunrise, ate breakfast with his Aunt, practiced Magic, had Etiquette lessons, dinner with his aunt, more Magic practice, and ending with free time throughout the evening.

What he found most rewarding were the Magic Lessons she gave him, although Hogwarts had a lot of resources he could use... 

(Room of requirement, Philosopher Stone, the Half-Blood Prince's Potion Book, Marauders Map...etc)

It wasn't a school with adequate teachers, it wasn't a place were they'd teach him a fraction of what his aunt was doing so. He'd learned over 10 new spells, albeit the simplest incantation but he now had means to attack and defend himself.

Albeit they weren't a fraction as powerful as hers, but then again he was wandless and much younger. What he needed and had an abundance of was time to train and grow.

The spells he'd learned from his Aunt were; Expulso, Aguamenti, Alarte Ascendare, Confringo, Confundo, Depulso, Diffindo, Aspectu Deflectere, Immobulus, Reducto and Episkey. She'd told him to continue practicing them and gave him a journal with the more advanced incantations.

-

His free time was spent researching as much as he could on Wands and Wand Lore. He'd even written down a short note of what he thought were the most Powerful/Rare combinations that suited him.

"*For the wood; Aspen, Black Walnut, and Cherry. For the Core it's a tie between Thestral Tail Hair and Rougarou Hair. Then comes the Length and Flexibility, the books don't go much into detail into this subject so I guess I'll ask Mykew for his opinion.*"

-

Due to the extensive etiquette lessons he'd taken, Ron's movement, posture, speech all had become elegant and precise.

Thanks to his aunt, his wardrobe was also overhauled with more exquisite and expensive clothes. He believed that he dressed quite well for someone who'd read half the time, yet his aunt bought him new pieces of clothing for every possible event.

Most of the new wardrobe was compromised to compliment his new appearance, since his hair was now crimson he dressed in darker colours, Black, Burgundy, Royal Purple, and an assortment of others.

"*I'm now certain that I don't just act the part, I truly am a Noble now.*"

-
August 30 1991

Today was an important day, Ron was going to Germany to get his wand, his aunt was able to get them an appointment with the famous wandmaker, Mykew Gregorovitch.

Dressed in a brand new black three piece suit, Ron made his way down to the ground floor. As he did he noticed that his aunt looked paler and was much thinner, he'd seen her health slowly deteriorating and felt saddened by it.

"Aunt, I'm positive that I can find my way to the shop, you should rest and try to recuperate."

"I'm fine Ronald, come I've asked one of the German Family's that have settled down here to let us borrow their Portkey. It'll take us to their summer home in Berlin, where Mykew's shop is located."

"Yes, Aunt..."

He did feel heartache for her since she was his first real teacher, and as the first to know of his real personally. That being said he knew that she would never accept his or anyone elses help, which he respected her for.

Looking at a seemingly ordinary hand mirror, Ron couldn't help but remember the day he arrived to Russia. The nausea and headache he'd gotten from using a Portkey wasn't something he was looking forward to.

"We'll place our hands at the same time, do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Now!"

*SWOO*

Both Lucretia and Ron touched the mirror at the same time, and in the next moment they'd vanished.

-

Berlin, Germany.

Materializing inside a large foyer Ron felt a sense of Deja Vu, as he tried to stabilize himself he remembered that his aunt was Ill. As he quickly turned around, he witnessed as she tried to keep herself standing but he could see her legs shaking.

Not wanting to see her in that state he summoned a chair from the living room and placed it behind her.

Knowing that she'd try to reject it, he called for another and acted as if he was going to hurl.

"Aunt, can I please have a moment to rest?"

"Yes, traveling through Portkeys never was pleasant. We'll have a short break before heading to Mykew's home."

"I thank you, Aunt."

Once he saw her sitting down, he was able to sigh in relief. He still had much to learn from the old Witch, things that were very hard if not impossible to learn in England. 

-

"Let's go, remember one should never be tardy to an appointment."

"Yes, Aunt."

Although Mykew Gregorovitch had a shop in Berlin's biggest Magical shopping district he rarely ever opened it, with many saying that he'd closed it for good.

According to his Aunt he still did a few Wands per year but the waiting list was very long and the price was close to triple of any other Wandmaker. When she'd gotten them and appointment it was at his home, so that's where they were going.

"Remember to State the name properly, I hope you practiced your German."

"I have Aunt."

Ron grabbed a handful of yellow shaded Floo Powder and entered the home's onyx chimney. 

On his recent trips to different countries, Ron found that they all had a different Floo Powder which produced different colored flames; Green in Britain, Red in Russia and now Yellow.

"Gregorovitch Nachlass!"

-

Being a world renowned Wandmaker, Ron expected to appear in another grand foyer, not a messy and rundown house. He quickly glanced around the small and quaint home which looked nothing like the home of a famous Wandmaker, before his aunt nudged him from behind.

"Don't be so easily surprised, not everyone seeks the same comfort."

"My apologies Aunt, I understand. I'd guess his in a workshop, maybe in the basement? Should I go look for him?"

"You're a Wizard Ronald, don't waste your time doing menial work, if you want something use the appropriate spell if there isn't one, create it. Homenum Revelio!"

Even though Ron felt that she'd casted a spell and felt her magic encase the whole house nothing happened. He was going to ask her why that was until she started walking to the front door.

"I've found him let's go, the sooner we get you a wand the sooner I'll be able to see how far you've improved."

"Yes, Aunt."
"*Homenum Revelio, locates a person? Or people in a surrounding area? I've got to look into that spell might come in useful later on.*"

-

Heading outside they walked a while until they stoped outside a small worship. His aunt used an Amplifying charm and called out the old man, after which the door to the workshop opened.

They went inside where a white haired old man with a thick, bushy beard was handling some blocks of wood. He didn't turn to look at them even once since they'd entered which his Aunt didn't enjoy but said nothing.

"You brat, you're the one that wants a custom Wand? Do you know why Wizards try out already made wands instead of asking one to be made?"

Ron stepped forward and after a light bow answered the man's question.

"It allows for the child to easily find a wand that matches his/her characteristics, because if the wand doesn't match the Wizard's character it leads to difficulty or inability to perform magic."

Hearing his answer the old man stopped what he was doing and turned around to face Ron.

"Smart kid, so if you know all that why'd you come here seeking a customed Wand?"

"Because I think it's bullshit. I don't need my wand to be my partner, neither do I want a simple tool that serves no purpose, or the most expensive decoration to brag about..."

Mykew had created wands for countless people of all backgrounds yet they'd always mention one of the reasons Ron had stated as to why they wanted him to make their wand. Caught up in the moment, he couldn't help but get curious as to what exactly the boy desired in a Wand.

"Then what do you want?"

" I want a Wand that can Create entire World's, I desire a wand that can Destroy those World's. A Wand that isn't content with just being a mere tool. One of it's kind, always in search of a another, yet never finding it."

"*This kid...*"

"I'm guessing you have an Idea already? The type of Wood, Core, Length and Flexibility?"

Ron summoned the small note he'd written from his Item Pouch and began to discuss with Mykew. His aunt didn't want to simply sit around and wait for them so she returned to the main house.

-

"Alright let's start with the Wood, Aspen is known for it's outstanding charmwork, Black Walnut is powerful but also tricky to master, then Cherry, one of the rarest woods one can find and truly powerful it's best used for transfiguration magic."

"My initial inclination was towards Black Walnut, but I think after thinking it over I'll go with Cherry Wood."

Mykew nodded as he wrote it down and explained his choices for the Core.

"I see you chose two of the rarest Cores and most powerful, Rougarou Hair has great affinity with dark magic, while Thestral Tail Hair is possibly the most powerful  Core but also the most unstable."

"For the Core, I'm choosing the Rougarou Hair, my magic should flow not be interrupted."

"Finally we've come to the Length and Flexibility of the Wand, you didn't have anything written down for this."

"That's because I couldn't comprehend it's value to the Wand, so I was hoping that you could explain it to me."

"The length and flexibility of the wand are in large part in correlation with it's Wizards personality. You should ask yourself, what type of person am I?"

"One who desires Wealth, Power, and to Rule."

"The I suggest, 15" and Unyielding. That will perfectly manifest your three desires."

"That's perfect."

Ron nodded in agreement and exited the workshop after Mykew told him to come back tomorrow to pick up his wand.

So he went back to the house and left with his aunt, with the promise to return tomorrow.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
I don't own the Cover Image: Credit to Patilda on DeviantArt.

Mc is reborn in the Harry Potter world as Ronald Weasley. Unlike the rich Malfoy, smart Hermione, or famous Harry follow Ron!

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L E L I A

Torture.
It was torture. The worst kind.
And even worse than that was, I couldn't do anything!
Everything felt surreal. Everything felt like a dream and I could no longer believe in my eyes or certify that I'm sane.
Maybe that's just it. Maybe I've gone mad and am making up false realities in my mind.
Or maybe, I'm in a big ass coma.
Or probably, I'm dead.
Yeah, that sounds like a brilliant theory. But that's just it, a theory.
Because the warmth I feel every time my best friend touches me, is real. Every time she's trying to ask what's going on with me, I can pinpoint the worry in her voice. And her eyes, they make me feel like the biggest snitch ever walked on the planet for ditching her to worry about me and locking myself in my room to bawl in misery and try to make sense of my situation. I've got this guilt that kick starts every time I look at those ocean eyes and it's killing me very slowly and painfully.
People say you can't take back what you said and that words are sharper than swords. And me? I exploited exactly that fact and hurt Bianca.
Not in this lifetime, or dimension or whatever that mirror transported me to but in the previous time, where I came from.
Although I'm having a hard time believing that I'm actually back in time and that I can right all the wrongs I've done, I can't help but not ignore everything going on around me.
This can't be a dream, and I'm not in a coma, neither am I dead.
But the moment I try to embrace that exact fact, death seems way better than a second chance to make five hundred more mistakes I've ever made in my previous time or world or dimen- I'm just going to call it my past life.
Even though I didn't hurt her in this time but in my past life, I've hurt her in ways I'd never want to be hurt in my worst nightmares.
But even there, she might have forgiven me and moved on with her life and successfully earned the place of being the bigger person but me?
Could I have forgiven myself?
Could I have forgiven myself for hurting the only person who tried to stop me from committing the biggest mistake that cost me my life?
Above all that, could I have forgiven myself for leading me to my own demise? For not thinking twice before jumping into decisions? For being a complete airhead?
Let's just forget about, 'could' because the time I came from is my past life. Can I forgive myself now?
That one question keeps haunting me when it's day and I'm conscious and when I'm not conscious:
I'm...back behind the mirror.
I knew it was all fake. I shouldn't have hoped fo-
"Now, now, will you come out yourself or want me to find you out, my Lelia? You know exactly how much I despise playing hide and seek..." his voice fades as he heads somewhere else as I let out a whimper.
Just when I was about to get up and lock the bathroom door, I came face-to-face with a pair of icy blue eyes which once I thought were warm and beautiful.
"Found you."
His sinister and cold smile is the last scene in my mind before I jolt back to life with sweat covering every bit of me.
That's what my life has been these past two days.
Two days ago, I miraculously dived into a mirror, as in, a completely inanimate object in 2020, and dived out of another mirror that happened to be present in the washroom the university I used to read in the year 2018.
Two days ago, it was supposed to be 17th August 2020.
Two days ago, I was supposed to be dead.
But now, two days later, it's the 3rd of February, 2018. Is it even two days later?
Everything is a stupid mess and God help me, I'm not dead.
I'm graduated yesterday which I'm pretty sure I did two years ago in my past life.
It doesn't make any sense!
What's happening to me?!
Is this some kind of joke my mind is playing with me? I don't understand!
I've been trying and trying to summarise everything and... I don't know...just make some sense out of all these. But by the time I finish recollecting everything, all of it just scatters, falls, and turns gibberish, goes out of my reach.
I remember I was always the one who'd find something positive even in the most negative situations, who'd encourage others to live, to live for themselves and just be selfish, happy. And I was so proud of myself.
And now? I'm wishing I was dead. How did I turn so pathetic?
It took only one selfish male to ruin everything and the worst part is, I didn't even realize I let my parents down all this time and broke their promise.
I close my eyes when I feel warmth flowing down my cheeks.
Again! Again! Will my tear ducts ever get tired?!
Stop! Stop! Just stop! Stop pitying yourself!
Before I realize what I'm doing, my fist meets the floor-length mirror installed on my wall and the mirror shatters into pieces.
Yeah! Now your strength comes back, huh? Where was it when he kept pummeling you-
Before my subconscious could finish her screaming I heard pounding on my door and the muffled voice of Bianca from the other side. I try reaching out for the door but wince when I feel something tearing the skin of my foot and look down to find a glass shard sticking out.
I pull the glass out and practically run to the door taking extra care about the crime scene on my floor as my sleep-deprived brain could neither take the continuous pounding on wood nor the incessant, 'Lil! Lil!' coming from the other side.
I wrench open the door only for her palm to smack a large slap on my forehead, nose, and lips before she realizes the surface she had smacked on was very much skin and not wood while I was busy recoiling back and groan.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Are you okay? I'm so sorry! I- Jesus!" She jumps when she sees the broken pieces of mirror o-
"What in the world happened to your hand?!"
-or my hand, which only then I realized was cut and bloody and oozy.
"Oh," was all I could utter as she gingerly took my hand in hers to not cause me any extra pain and looked into my eyes before looking beyond me.
"Oh...Lelia..." She whispered as she took in the scenery behind me.
The full-length mirror was now on my floor, broken while drops of blood were there too to remind me of my moment of losing control.
It even had some bloody footprints!
Great! Just great! Maybe torture her more so she'll just throw you out of her apartment and her life and never look back.
"Lil..." it seemed like she was going to give me an earful but I don't know what made her think better and snap her mouth shut. Instead, she just tugged me using the sleeve of my shirt, "Come on. Let me take a look at your injuries."
But I stop her before I forgot and for the first time in forty-two hours utter a whole sentence and not some retarded mutter," Bianca, we need to leave for Florida, please! I need to see my Abuela!"
All she does is frown, trying her hardest to be the sounding board I needed gravely. "We will, Lil. Let me tend to you first and we'll leave the first thing tomorrow- in fact, David is arranging our leave as we talk."
David?
I sit on the couch looking at the beautiful yet fierce woman I call my best friend doing her work very gently and in minutes my bleeding foot was now clad in bandages while my hand was currently being tended.
It was silent but I could detect the curiosity flowing out of her in waves but her idea of not to intrude and give space restrained her from asking anything
And I was grateful for that. Really, really grateful.
"I-" Just then the doorbell went off and my apology remained stuck in my throat.
Who's disturbing at this ho-
My stomach clenched painfully and blood rushed out of my face.
Is it Billie?
Oh, my God. What if it's him? I can't face him just yet. Oh, God..No.
I grabbed Bianca's hand the moment she got up to open the door and tried desperately to form a sentence, a word, anything. But all that came out was a single, shaky, "No!"
The confusion was clear as day as she tried to reason with my negative answer but had to eventually wrench her eyes away from mine due to the lack of response from my side as the bell went haywire.
It all somehow slowed down, Bianca trudging towards the door to open my world to the reality I was yet to ready myself for as I tried to find any way possible to escape.
Only I could neither move nor breathe.
The fact that he had this much effect without even trying hit my face like a slap and rendered me feeling pathetic and weak.
How and when did I turn so, so weak? Why did I turn so weak? Why did I make myself so vulnerable and let him ruin what my parents worked so hard to shape. Why?
Unwanted memories flash before my eyes making the walls close up on me and I find it even harder to breathe.
It didn't take a doctor to realize what was happening.
I was having a panic attack, again.
I never really hyperventilate except when I'm on my weakest and then too, I had help. And there was only one human being in this entire universe who I let close at my worst situation and could handle my panic attacks like a pro who too was snatched from me.
Maybe that's what I am, bad luck. I-
My pity- party came to an abrupt halt when I felt warm hands cup my face to drag and rest it on a surface.
A forehead, to be precise.
Slurred and distant voices disrupted my train of dark thoughts like a firefly's light. Faint but, just there.
"Ple...open...ur eyes. Lil...loo-" the sentences were hard to make out with my sleep-deprived brain but were enough to get the fact that someone wanted me to open my eyes. And that voice was like ambrosia to my ears. And very persuasive.
So I did. I did just that and was met with a pair of golden-brown eyes.
"Focus on my eyes..." his voice was clearer but distant like someone was talking from the other side of a tunnel and I could see him moving his mouth, saying something but couldn't hear it. Everything was a blur except for the pair of eyes I've been looking at for the last minutes which were brown with a satisfying amount of gold flecks in them.
Beautiful. My favorite kind of eyes.
Wha-
But before I could realize who they belonged to, I was again drawn back to his voice saying something.
"..ell me, how many yellow streaks do my eyes have?"
Just like he asked I started to count the-
Wait, what?
"How am I supposed to count something uncountable?" I blurted out the first question that came to my mind the moment I could breathe, which just now I realized I could. Hoarse and breathless voice.
"I know you can't but you can breathe alright now, right?" Says the owner of the eyes as the puzzle finally clicks into place for me to realize exactly who the voice belonged to.
I draw a long shaky breath and uttered the only name I thought I'd have never heard myself call again,
"David?"

Finding a middle ground might be too hard when the only thing they share is their darkness.

In a furious and desperate attempt to save herself when one night Lelia wakes up in a pool of blood, she travels back in time with sheer luck through a portal. This one action to get away from her abusive husband diverts her whole future from the course it was set upon. She starts to meet new people she never met in the time she travelled back from and not to mention her newfound sense of peace in someone with the voice of an angel. 

When the only purpose that succeeded in keeping Jungkook from spiraling all over the place just faded so much like seafoam he wasn't sure who he was anymore without it. In a hopeful attempt of finding himself, when he steps out of his comfort zone to bump, quite literally, into a female with storm in her eyes, his life might've just found a purpose in his strong attraction towards her. 

Will Jungkook be able to handle Lelia's darkness or will she fail to be his purpose?

---

Sighing, Jungkook turned sharply towards the sliders guiding to the deck when he bumped into someone, not realizing his speed and sent them sprawling to the ground.

They backed several steps from shock and finally lost balance to fall hard on their butt and hands.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you coming. Are you alright?" Jungkook rambles, flustered out of his mind to realize he had in fact crashed into a lady and sent them flying short from the pool.

No sooner had Jungkook touched her, she jerked as if electrocuted, haphazardly crawled away from him and closer to the pool before flinging her dull blue gaze at his brown ones.

"Get away from me!"

The car came to a stop; I was awakened from my reveries. Li Jie stepped down and opens the car doors for me; so very gentlemanly.
I stepped out and looked around me, we were in a private Upstate Residency Area, where it just has a few Villas and only endless natures beauty, this place is guarded on its north with small mountains and there are few water bodies like small lakes and ponds; the vegetation gives the air a taste of wood and green leaves.
Even before entering the place, I seem to like this place, so far so good, we entered the villa through a wrought iron gate, it has a medieval design looking straight out of mediaeval European movies, there are large lush green lawns, a very obscure Orchid and quaint Neo-European style house with the outside having concrete and stones placed in strange harmony, from looks you would know, the architect inputted his ideas while taking inspiration from the location itself.
It's beautiful. I felt it was like Christmas or New Year, someone sending you presents that you want to cherish for a long time. I decided I would explore the Villa little by little and conquer it piece by piece.
Li Jie walked in front of me all the time, walking me through the property, we arrived inside the house, it would become my home soon. Li Jie turned around and faced me,
"Young lady, this place security is good and the surrounding is good for your recuperation your bedroom is on the third floor. We will meet again tomorrow."
"Thank you, Brother Li Jie, you do take rest, while you come tomorrow could you please bring the accounts for the estates and trust funds? I need to review the details to plan better."
"Young lady" Li Jie politely smiled and left me alone to explore the place first.

I need to go to the washroom, hell hospitals are no fun and taking a nice warm bath is the epic level relaxation you can ask for, I went upstairs and prepared a beautiful bath for me; how thoughtful of Li Jie there are bathroom accessories all neatly arranged in the cupboard all new and smelling good it's time to relax my nerves.

After leaving the Villa unit one, Li Jie went straight to Villa unit four which was the neighbouring Villa to Villa unit one. He passed through the gates and went straight to the first to the study room, which is used by Hu Qiang as his office was staying at home. He knocked on the door of the study and only after hearing a light response enters the room.
"Good Afternoon Sir, we have transferred madam to Villa 1."
"Anything else?"
 "Sir, madam asked for all the account books relating to estate and trust funds to be handed to her tomorrow for reviewing."
"Okay give it to her."
"Sir, how to respond to any of her queries?"
"You are a smart person, answer accordingly."
"Yes Sir"
"Li Jie, stay with her as her assistant from today onwards, see that nothing happens to her."
Li Jie was stunned for a moment, " Yes sir" he replied, he was emotional, it must be known that before serving the Hu Corporations, he was the legal custodian to Bai Chang, he practically raised her and treated her as his own.
He was satisfied to return to his Young ladies' side, to be her umbrella and her safety net when she needs it. There was gratitude in his eyes as he looked towards the man in front of him, Li Jie politely nodded and left the study.
  While Hu Qiang thought to himself 'this time I will be your Shield and your armour without chinks so that you can live the way you want to live without dealing with troubles from the past.'
While Bai Chang finished her shower and stood in front of the full-length mirror, what reflected was a young girl in her twenties, height 5.7 feet, long graceful limbs, Swan neck and eyes dark brown; holding mysteries within and inviting others to come and try to explore. Her hairs were waist length and beautiful like silk threads, the body complexion was fair; if she dressed right she can steal a few hearts just by walking by the road.
 
She was dressed in a very simple bold yellow colour floral Maxi dress and it gave her image of the sunflower and untouched by the world it looks good after self-admiring and feeding herself with a healthy dose of female vanity she started exploring the Villa building itself.
 
This place was big but not cluttered, on the ground floor there was a large living room as well as the drawing-room; outdoor room facing the pool and small garden. The first floor had an open kitchen and dining place with two guestrooms to the opposite side with attached washrooms. In the third floor there was only a master bedroom with attached washroom and big Study room the size of half a ballroom with all types of books and a classic European table chair set up, there is a couch in the room. On the third floor, all windows were made up of glass, floor-to-ceiling length overlooking various picturesque spots of the Villa but after all the exploration I soon realised something which is in this place there are no memories of this place in Bai Changs' head and neither is there any belongings related to her, it turns out my sweet home is after all not so sweet home for Bai Chang. 
Never mind after all a new beginning could be started from a new place too and admitting it truthfully this place is just the right place for me. As I fell in love with this place so it will become my 'Home Sweet Home'.

WPC #13 Silver Tier Winner
Elizabeth was an elite agent in the prestigious futuristic civilisation called ‘Star Time System’. Until a mission took her life. Everything turned upside down as …

She got reincarnated in her past life as Bai Chang.

Bai Chang woke up after being three long years in a coma. What greets her is a new life in human’s past civilisation in the 21st century. 
Bai Chang’s path entangles with a certain CEO because of some accident in the past.

While our CEO, Hu Qiang, wants to be a part of Bai Chang’s life as, she is his wife and mother of his child, Xiao Wei.

Come along all of you readers and join us in together for a roller-coaster ride called ‘Life’. 

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Excerpt-1

Hu Qiang to Bai Chang

"Ms Shui Bai Chang I would love to admire you and spoil you and with your due permission would like to date you and fall in love with you. Are you interested?"

I was scared inside my head as I waited on my knees for her answer. It seemed like an eternity passed.

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Excerpt-2

Qiang: Why are you throwing me under the bus, in front of your grandparents?

Xiao Wei: Because I want to.

Qiang: What made you mad?

Xiao Wei: You.

Qiang: What did I do?

Xiao Wei: You stole Mamma from me, for a whole night.

Qiang: When?

Xiao Wei: After the 'Runway' event. I couldn't find my mother.

Qiang: I took your mother on a date.

Xiao Wei: You did not inform me.

Qiang: (He looks surprised. )

Xiao Wei: (While he looks absolutely unconcerned.)

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