I looked around at the my library. I had almost read every book here. I wonder what I'll do after I finish reading all these books? 

I am not even allowed to go out. 

Life is hard, really really hard. I mean who hasn't gone out and played at the streets? 

Spoiler: Me! I, Bae Ye ji, I haven't gone out the mansion ever since I was born. 

I feel like Rapunzel, trapped inside the mansion. Longing to go out. 

"Princess, dinner is ready. " Maria, one of the maids said walking inside the library with a tray full of the same old porridge that I need to eat because of that thing. 

I walked and sat down at the floor.

 "Princess! Your dress will get dirty! "

I pouted at her. 

"I have atleast a thousand dress. I won't mind if this gets dirty! " 

She smiled at me, "Of course Princess, but this dress was bought by the ma'am herself. " 

I frowned at that. "Ma'am doesn't care what I do so why should I care about the things she brings for me. "

"That's not true, Princess. " she said setting the table. 

"Ma'am and Sir really cares about you. They might not show it but they love you the most. " 

I ignored her words and stood up and dusted my dress. I looked around while she set the table just when something catches my eyes. 

A book? It was shining brightly on the third shelf in the middle of some old books. 

I went over and took out the book. 

"I will be there for You", I read the book cover out loud. The cover was pink and blue in colour with some kind of flowers in the cover and the sides lined with gold. It looked gorgeous and had almost thousand pages within. 

Was this book always here? This is strange. Why didn't I ever notice this book? 

"Princess! " Maria called me. I took the book along with me. 

"Princess found a book? " she asked. 

I looked at her nodded. 

"May I? " she asked eagerly looking at the book

I passed it to her and began eating. God, the taste is worsening every week. 

"Princess, it's blank. " 

I looked at her. "Blank? " I asked and took the book. 

I flipped through the pages. What was she talking about? The pages are filled with ink. 

"It's filled. " I replied. 

She looked at the book again and then with a confused looked said, "It's blank. "

I took the book and read the first paragrah loudly

"A girl walked inside the school gate, she was not rich not poor. She was just a normal girl, she had worked hard to get in this school. The school for elites. The school where the sons and daughters of the 4 Houses studied. The King Academy."

I looked at her after reading it. 

She looked confused. "There is... nothing there. "

"Maybe you should rest. " I suggested. 

"I think so...Princess. I will send another maid." She said confused and walked from there. 

Weird girl. As she walked from there I stopped eating and continued reading. There is something strange about this novel.

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The book of toys. It is a story of life and death, the fairytale of one with two minds. Within it lies 15 golden empty pages; the reaper's five pages of human puppets, and the fairy's pages of 10 friends. Both give life to the inanimate or the dead (A/N reaper = the dead, fairy = literal toys). The reaper's pages, however, are sinister in the sense that they require a price. Two requirements must be fulfilled in order to animate a corpse, the page must be inscribed with the corpse's blood when they were still alive and the person must be on death's door before the reaper can bind their soul and body to the page. Along with those two requirements the user of "Book of Toys" must write rules for the corpse before it can be used according to their wishes, however the rules may not go against the person's morals before they died. For example if the user was against killing children, the user may not write a rule saying "the person will kill whatever I command them to." The user instead, would need to write "the person will gravely injure whatever I command them to near the point of death." Once again this rule would not be allowed if the person was against torture or whatever they see as torture, but it would be allowed if they had no issues with it. Furthermore, the corpse will not rot no longer how much time passes, nor will it age. Food and drink would also be optional, but if consumed it will pass through the body as normal. It is also worth mentioning that until the user of the "Book of Toys" dies permanently, the souls of the corpses will forever be trapped in their jail of flesh and bones.
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In a dark alley way a little girl could be see limping as a trail of blood followed her. "I guess I took more damage then I thought." Said Bloody Mary to herself. "Haha... I'm so glad I had a second chance at life, getting to play with new toys, growing stronger with my teacher. Although training was hell it was nice as a change of pace." Her skin grew paler and paler as dark bags formed under her eyes. "I think that sometimes I made too big of a mistake. I've come to the realization, through almost all of my life I've only truly seen red. And well, I want to see it even more!" She Smiled to herself as she collapsed onto the stone floor. "Book of Toys: Empty pages." From out of nowhere a book appeared. On the cover was the name of two authors, both named Mary. It was a small book, like a one designed for a single fairytale. Seemingly by itself the book turned to an empty page, on the very top of it there was a title, "The reaper's pages" With her last breath she inscribed her own blood onto the first page.

Next to her corpse a blinding light shown as something that resembled the grim reaper floated its way from the book to Mary's corpse. It spoke in a cryptic voice,
"F̸̨̔r̵̡̈́o̷̹͗m̸̭̄ ̶̫̿t̴̗̊h̸͕̀e̷͙͝ ̵͗ͅl̶͍̐ȍ̷̟w̶̘͌e̶͓̚r̴̪̂ ̵̤̽m̶̢̉ò̵̪ó̸̢n̸̯̍ ̷̙͌a̷̡͑ ̴͎̆b̸̟̋e̸̜̓l̵̤̄l̴͈̏ ̵̓͜c̶̱͑h̴͓̿i̸̘͂m̶̯̈ḙ̴̛ṡ̶̤ ̶̜̀4̸̻̇,
̸̳̕ ̷̢̃r̴̜̃i̴͇̅s̷͕̓ȅ̴̗ ̴̊͜o̵͙͂n̶̘̑c̶̟͋e̵̳̒ ̷̦̍ṁ̸̲o̴̭͝r̵͍̒é̵̜ ̶̝͒l̶̘̕i̶͓̋t̴̖͝t̸̬̃l̸͉̕e̸̛͈ ̶͚̈́d̸̰͌õ̴̗l̷̘̈́l̷͙̕ ̵̡̉
f̶͙̄ȏ̵̜r̷̞̈́ ̴̤̃b̸̞͊e̷̯̔f̵͚͝ȯ̵̖r̷͚̈́ȇ̴̤ ̸̧̈́t̴̟̚h̸̜̒e̴̲̓ ̵͍̌t̴̝̉h̴͍͘ȅ̶̯ ̵̖̊s̶͚̐û̵͇n̶̜͆ ̵̝͠r̶͖̍i̴̼͒s̴͕͌e̴̱͒s̵̞̐ ̵̻̍ṋ̸̋o̴̳͐ ̸͓̑m̵͈̃o̵̰͝r̷̺̀ḙ̵͌ ̶̬̇
t̴̘͝ĥ̷̥e̴̙̔ ̴̭͌r̶̘̍e̵͉̓á̸̹p̷͖̓è̶͕r̴̭̎ ̸̖͑w̸͙̔i̶̼̿l̴̗̆l̶̯͂ ̵͇̍ĉ̶̬ŏ̷̯m̸̞̒e̶̽ͅ ̵̫͆t̸͎̀o̶͓̓ ̵͕̇ċ̶̭o̸͚̎ļ̸͑l̷͚̋e̵̿͜c̶̥̈t̴̺̾ ̵͓̆h̴͚̓į̵͒s̸̫̅ ̸̬͛ţ̴͛ỏ̴̝l̵͙̾l̷̘̎.̴̹͋"

Suddenly Mary rose up from the ground in an inhumane fashion. Laughing maniacally to herself she yelled, "Ahh not even death can keep me down anymore!" She attempted to take a step, however she could not move her body. The book floated in front of her and a white box was shown underneath the name "Mary". It was a space for her to write rules for her corpse. In the box she began; "The body shall move according to my commands, wether they be by my mind, soul, or nen. As for rules, they are as follows: 1) the body may not refuse my commands. 2) it will follow my commands the moment they are issued wether they be issued by my nen, mentally or otherwise. Mary Smiled to herself believing that she was fully in control before she noticed that the word "my" was outlined in a red glow. Thinking nothing of it she tried to move once more and again she failed. Mary was of course confused, she had issued a command to move yet she did not. She went back to the rules and changed the "mys" to Mary's, this time however, the outline changed to a deep blue. Again she issued a command and yet again it failed. "Why!? Why won't my own body obey me?" She grew more and more frustrated before hearing a voice.

"Big sis! Have you already forgotten me?" Cried the voice, "You promised me I would be able to make friends!"

"Why should I have to keep my promise to someone like you?" Asked Bloody Mary.

"B-because I'm the original!"

"Ha! Don't make me laugh! Original? I'm the one who's been in charge of this body since the beginning."

"T-that's only because I wasn't strong enough to fight back! Now that you've killed us I should have a say in what we do! I'm not just somebody you can just ignore forever! Now you'll have to give me a chance to make my own story!" Yelled Mary with tears in her eyes.

"Your story? What's so special about you making a story! This world is my toybox! I'm the one meant to play with it, not an insignificant welp like you!"

"No! From here on out I refuse to follow you and sit on the sidelines passively! You've had your way for too long! Now it's my turn to take control." Shouted Mary .

"And how exactly do you plan on doing that? This body won't even move anymore." Asked Bloody Mary.

"This is my body so I'll be the one to make the rules!"

Like a statue Bloody Mary remained immobile before  the rules began to change before her eyes. 1) The body will be controlled by the original Mary until she can no longer do so or chooses to switch with the other Mary. 2) The other Mary cannot fight against the first rule. 3) "Swap" will be limited in use for the other Mary. 4) The body will be protected from attacks against the soul. 5) The original Mary will be able to move even when the reaper's pages are not in use.

"No! NOOO! You can't do this to me!" Yelled Bloody Mary. "I swear by the flames of hell that I'll come back, and when I do I'll show you what true pain is like! As she finished her words her voice began to fade away into a quiet laugh.

"I'm sorry sis, please, please forgive me," said Mary as she fell onto her knees and tears dropped down her face.

Filling herself with the resolve to move forward, a living doll stood up and went to where she last saw her "uncle".

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A boy covered in blood could be seen roaming the city streets. His eyes devoid of any color were quite fitting for his smile. Every so often as he walked a crack sounded from his neck as his head shakes violently. Behind him was a line of corpses with needle like puncture wounds. The local neighborhood was painted red. What exactly was on his mind as he walked? It was the image of his dying sister holding a doll as he was dragged down into a pit of flames. 

"Wait just a bit longer sis! Your sweet brother Tomino will make mother and father's death look like an accident. Yes! Because it was an accident! I didn't mean to stab her or father, it was just an urge I could not control. Can I really be blamed for that? Although Avici doesn't seem to care, it clearly was not my fault." He said aloud.

On the edge of the street a little girl with long pink hair could be seen shaking in fear. "P-p-please! D-don't come any closer!" She screamed.

"Maybe sis would like this one?"

"W-What are you saying?!" Asked the girl with tears in her eyes.

"Well maybe if it didn't make so much noise she'd like it more!" He said to himself as he pierced the girl's throat.

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[author's thoughts]
No Bloody Mary will not be gone for long. In fact she'll be very important for later event in the hunter exam, speaking of which, after the next chapter there will be a timeskip until the hunter exam. In the hunter exam the original Mary will befriend Gon and the rest. Sorry to all those who wanted to see a longer doll assassin arc, but this re write worked better than what I had written before in terms of setting the stage for later events. Next chapter will come out later because I also need to re write that chapter as well. Let me know if this chapter was more clear, also authors thoughts box doesn't have enough characters for all this.

The story of “sweet” little girl who has some minor mental issues. (If you have a weak stomach or in general dislike gore move on from this novel)

Disclaimer: The fan fic will get more gruesome as time goes on (nen system helps with some more interesting deaths) but it will not be fully focused on just gore, there will be no romantic interest with the main character, people will be used for the sole purpose as being stepping stones for the mc, also the original four will all play their respective roles in the main character’s character/strength. Also other than the original characters/arcs I do not own anything. Cover picture is not mine either if requested by the owner I will remove it.
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Banksy sat sulkily in his room, twisting open lock after lock. He had managed to free himself from Romeo's stupid sticky bomb and gone off in search of revenge, but the bastard had already left. And somehow, locking Romeo permanently out of his own room just wasn't as satisfying as punching him in the face. Oh well, Romeo was never going to be able to get that lock open without breaking down the entire door down.

Again.

Knock knock

Banksy froze.

Knock knock

"Romeo, I swear on all that is holy and unholy if you try to blow me up one more time..." He got up and pulled the door open. "Oh, Cross."

"He got you with a test bomb again, didn't he?" Cross said with a poorly hidden smile. Banksy glared at Cross and retreated back into his room. Cross followed. "You know, eventually you two are going to have to get over what happened."

"It wasn't my fault so he can get over it!" Banksy snapped, turning around and pausing as Cross pushed something into his face. Stepping back, Banksy accepted the small metal case. He turned it over in his hands. It was thin, maybe the thickness of his thumb. "What's this?"

"Orders, hopefully." Cross said, leaning against the wall. "Picked it off what I'm assuming were some Sons."

"In town?" Banksy said, dropping down to the floor and lifting the case to his ear. He rapped on it gently with one knuckle. "Were they after Lexi?"

"Not this time, so there is that, at least," Cross said. "Hopefully this will clear things up. Can you get it open."

"Of course I can," Banksy said as he put the case down. "It's going to take some time though. From the sound of it, this thing is designed to destroy the contents if it's tampered with. Probably some sort of acid release, that's what I would do. I won't be able to use a ring on it, too sensitive. I'm going to have to do it all by touch." He grinned. "Could take a few hours."

"Try not to sound so excited." Cross pushed himself up and headed towards the door.

"Hey, this is what I live for." Banksy said, already laying his tools out. His fingers, all nine of them, twitched in anticipation. "Alright baby, talk to me."

xXx

"Where have you been?" Makina snapped as Cross entered his room. She sat on his bed, a few of his books spread out in front of her. "You said you would only be gone a moment."

"I was only gone a moment." Cross said, grabbing a chair from his desk and falling into it. "What are you doing?"

"Reading." Makina flipped another page.

"You can't read"

"Well I can look at the pictures!" Makina's cheeks flushed. "I am hoping I will see something familiar. This world is far too strange for my liking. Furthermore, who are these horrid Sons?"

"I should be asking you that." Cross said, leaning forward in his chair. "You knew one of them, didn't you?"

"So what if I did?" Makina picked up a book and lifted it up to her face.

"How do you know him?"

"That is none of your concern," she said, turning the pages of the book rapidly.

"Makina."

"It is not proper for a servant to question his master. I fail to see how my knowledge of one simple mortals name constitutes such an invasion of my-"

"Makina!" Cross slammed his hand on the table. The young girl flinched and dropped the book onto the bed. Her eyes widened for a moment and her fingers curled into the sheets.

"I... I don't know how I know him, I just don't know," she whispered. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and her shoulders began to tremble. She turned her head away from him. "Leave me."

"Hey..."

"I said leave me! That is an order from your master!" Makina yelled. The air in the room seemed to bend for a moment and Cross felt a breeze pass over his face, ruffling his hair. He hesitated for a moment before nodding and exiting the room. Closing the door behind him he let out a sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"I can't handle this." Cross said softly to himself.

"You've never been good with crying girls, have you?" Lexi said as she ascended the stairs and entered the hallway.

"Maybe if the girl I grew up with would have cried more I would be better at it."

"Maybe if the boy I grew up with was tougher he wouldn't have cried enough for the both of us," Lexi said, eyes twinkling triumphantly as Cross scowled. She pushed him away from the door. "The Mistress would like to see you."

"Any new information?"

Lexi shook her head. "Not that she told me. She's asked me to watch over the girl tonight though, in case there is a follow up attack."

Cross nodded, though his eyes lingered on his door. "She's scared. Keep her safe, Lex."

"I will," Lexi said as she walked up to Cross's door. She gave him a small nudge with her shoulder. "Go on. Don't want to keep the Mistress waiting.

"I'm going, I'm going." Cross shoved her lightly as he moved passed her. Lexi watched him amble away before pushing into his room. She was instantly met with a flying book that she nimbly ducked under.

"I said leave me!" Makina yelled. "When I require you I will... You're not Cross."

"No, I am not." Lexi reached back and tossed her dark hair into a more comfortable position. "My name is-"

"Alexis," Makina said, calming slightly. "But Cross calls you Lex and everyone else calls you Lexi. I shall call you Lexi as well. You may call me Makina."

Lexi picked up the book Makina threw at her and shut the door. She walked over to Cross's small bookshelf and neatly replaced the text before turning to Makina.

"I think I will call you Maki," Lexi said after appraising the young girl.

Makina bristled. "Maki? I am a Spirit Goddess! You would dare to reduce my title in such an undignified way?"

"As long as you act in such an undignified way," Lexi said, sitting down at the chair Cross had pulled out. "Besides, it's fitting."

"How so?" Makina asked.

"It's short and cute." Lexi said. "Like you."

"Oh." Makina faltered. Her anger evaporated as a slight blush crept over her cheeks. "Thank you. I suppose."

Lexi nodded, craning her neck slightly to look at all the books the girl had left half opened. "What are you reading?"

"I am not reading, I am searching for information," Makina said. "Though these books are completely useless, none of these pictures make sense."

"What are you searching for?" Lexi asked, reaching out and picking up one of the books. It was a guide to powder mixing. It was well worn with many of the pages dog eared and messy notes scribed in the margins. One in particular made her laugh.

"What's so funny?" Makina said, dropping the book she was holding and leaning towards Lexi.

"This book was a gift to Cross from the Mistress. He spent many months trying to perfect his own powder mixtures. He also almost burnt down the guild more times than I can count. Though Romeo has him beat by far. This is a warning from the first accident. He burned off his eyebrows."

"The men of this guild seem rather foolish."

"True, but they are all capable when they need to be, or when they are pushed to be," Lexi said with a shrug. She tossed the book back onto the bed. "So what is it you are looking for?"

"I'm not sure yet." Makina said. "But anything to do with the Spirit Gods would be preferable."

"Cross wouldn't have anything like that. He's not much into the history or lore." Lexi leaned back in her chair. "But I am."

Makina held out her hand. "I demand you give me whatever you have."

Lexi raised an eyebrow. "Try that again. Maki."

Makina's hands balled into tiny fists. "Mortal! I am the Spirit Goddess Makina. You shall give me what I require or I shall smite you! I shall smite you a thousand times over."

Lexi gave the girl an extremely slow blink.

Makina glared at Lexi.

Lexi blinked again.

Glare.

Blink.

Glare.

Blink.

"Urgh!" Makina let out a tiny scream before throwing all of the books off of Cross's bed, followed by the covers and the pillows before finally calming back down. Taking in a deep breath she turned back to Lexi and put in a very large and very fake smile. "Lexi, would you ple.... Would you please allow me to see the information you have on the Spirit Gods?"

"Of course... Maki" Lexi said standing up and beckoning the girl to follow.

"I am going to smite you," Makina muttered under her breath.

With magic all but lost, mage guilds are few and far between. The Sleeping Dragon guild, a lingering relic of the past, continues to operate any way it can. So long as the price is right, the talented individuals of this guild can handle any mission thrown their way, legal or otherwise. 

 As a courier for the Sleeping Dragon Guild, Cross prefers things simple. He keeps to a tight (albeit rather lazy) schedule and does his best not to deviate from it. But things do not always go according to plan. When he crosses path with a young girl claiming to be a Spirit Goddess, he and his fellow guildmates are pulled into a dark scheme over a century in the making.

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I woke up shaking in excitement. I almost instantly through my blankets to the side of me. My room was already a mess so I don't know the point of worrying about it. I swung my legs to the side and sat up. Slipped on my slippers and ran out the door. I scanned under the Christmas Tree for a pile of presents...but there was only 1. Mom was sitting on her chair sleeping. I started to get angry, but I remembered my lessons on how to overcome the anger. I breathed in and counted to ten. I then walked over to my mom and tapped her on the shoulder. She opened her eyes. "Good morning" She said smiling. Her brown eyes the darted twords the presents. "Wait, where'd all the presents go!?" She got out of her chair and got under the tree looking for the presents. As she was looking I walked to the kitchen. The entrance was crowded with boxes. I had to step over them in order to get to the kitchen. There were 2 boxes of cereal and one bowl on the wooden table. I was way to tired of eating cereal for breakfast but it's was the only thing that was cheap and efficient. I turned around and steped over the boxes to exit the kitchen. Mom was done looking for the presents meanwhile. She was breathing rapidly. "I can't find em" She said. Looks like you only have one present. I walked over to mom. She handed me the present and I started opening it. In about three seconds the wrap was gone...it's was a book. "What...the...hell is this?!" I yelled. "Calm down girl" my mom yelled back. "No, you gotta be kidding me, I know I'm 18 and I should like stuff like this, but seriously?" "Someone stole all our presents and left a frickin BOOK!?" "It better be good, or I'm gonna punch a whole as big as this book!" The book was about 500 pages or more long. I opened the book. "If your are reading this then read carefully. You will be transferred to a different world withe these abilitys. Devine beauty, infinite magic power, and a weapon that it's the most powerful in the this world. Turn to the next page to begin." I read out loud. "What the hell, ugh like that's gonna happen". I turned to the next page to see all the pages glowing.

Ziggy seemed to have lost his tongue. She couldn't answer Xhemin's query. When Xhemin noticed the indifference that imprinted on Ziggy's face, she already knew the boy made a mess.

"Ziggy probably threw her off" Huzey interfered when he realized Ziggy was not answering. The prince was still absorbed with his book, flipping from pages to pages.

"Of course I didn't, she was on leave!" the Montreal boy contended. However, despite his pretend innocence, guilty expressions protruded in every corners of his face.

"Then if she was on leave then you must know when she will come back" Huzey added to render Ziggy's statement doubtful "Apparently, you don't"

"If you don't believe me then go an ask Ellie" Ziggy glared at him.

The side of Huzey's mouth pulled up before he answered, mocking Ziggy. "Of course Ellie will not say a word against his young sire" 

"What have you done Ziggy?"  Xhemin questioned him just after Huzey threw a shade on the boy.

"I did nothing" He defended.

Xhemin drew an accusing brow at Ziggy "You are not good at lying just so you know" 

"Why do I felt like you both are teaming up against me?" Ziggy whined. Feeling annoyed over his friend's instigation, Ziggy went out the room, stumping his feet as he made his way to the exit.

"Guilty!" Xhemin shouted over the withdrawing Ziggy. "Obviously he did something to Sam. Totally defensive!"

"Just let him be" Huzey uttered nonchalantly. 

When Ziggy left, the room sank in silence. Huzey dug himself with the book that he was doting for a while now while Xhemin went to stare at the windows, her thoughts were deep and her expression was frigid.

Bothered with the deafening silence, Huzey's eyes that were skimming through the pages travelled from his book to the girl that was staring blankly somewhere.

"Tired?" He asked, his voice obviously startled her.

Xhemin didn't answer, instead she heaved a sigh and nodded in response to him.

"Should I leave so you can rest?" He alluded as he closed his book and pulled himself up from where he sat.

"No!..." She said hastily, as if afraid to be alone " Just… just stay right here"

Xhemin's expression drew confusion in Huzey's face, but he already knew she was not okay when she went on crying endlessly in his arms. For the last few years he had spent with her, Huzey knew the girl rarely cries and when she does, then the reason behind were huge —like the day their granddad banished them off from Richmond Ranch.

"You okay?" He asked with a voice soft and gentle.

 Xhemin glanced at him, surprised, and then she cleared her throat and wiped off some wetness in her eyes, trying to pull herself up together "I'm fine"

Unconvinced, Huzey pressed on "If this about the Lagdameo heir throwing you out…"

"He must probably have his reasons" She cut him off before the boy could say something that would only make her feel worst.

Xhemin's answers hinted out that she was not ready to talk through it all, not wanting to embarrass the girl, Huzey pretended not to notice the wetness that still clung to her cheekbones. He sat back to his previous spot and kept quiet. If she does not want to talk about it then he will not force her, he will just be there to give her a company like he always does. 

The room grew silent again and once in a while, in between his readings, Huzey secretly checked on the little missus, studying her expression at the corner of his eyes.

 "Huzey" She called after what seemed like forever.

"Yes?"

"Do you think..." She paused, settled some lump in her throat before she continued "Do you think he loves me?"

For the first time that day, Xhemin's eyes met Huzey's and their gaze held on for minutes. Xhemin's dark eyes dug into the eyes of the man before her and suddenly, her stares got drowned somewhere under his ocean deep blue eyes and deeper within. 

There were something in Huzey's eyes today that she couldn't exactly describe, something that she haven't noticed before, something that made her get lost in an unknown and completely unfamiliar terrain—as if today the diamond prince forgot to wear his mask that gave her a chance to see through the depths of his soul.


"Love?"


"Yeah" She answered, still transfixed to his eyes.

"I can't tell" He answered honestly "But you know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think it's too early for you to think about love" 

"Too early? What you mean?"

"What I mean is that all this—the Lagdameo heir and you thing…" Huzey started as he went to move to where the girl was "… this could be just something you have to go through. Remember coach gem's words? Sometimes people come to our lives not to stay but to give us a lesson"

"Not to stay but to give us a lesson" She repeated the last words, looked away momentarily, and then sighs again dejectedly.

"That's right. You are too young to fall deeply. And the thing that you guys have might be just some sort of an infatuation…" Huzey put his hands on her cheeks and gently pulled her face to him and went on "not really you know…love"

"You think so?" 

"Well, what you both had…It happened so sudden that there was no time to think it through. The feelings came also pretty intense that both of you become totally aggressive with it but at some point, it will just subside and you'll wake up one day realizing that all the feelings were gone"

Huzey cursed at his own words. He did not like the emotions that Xhemin's face painted at the moment. It must have been hard for the girl to hear those words, but it must be said.

She smiled bitterly "But how do you know if its love?"

"It is unconditional" He answered without wavering, as if those things were something he knew first hand. As if he had learned the whole love ordeal and had been felt short of his own expectations

 "How unconditional?" Her voice muffled as she whispered. She was just inches from the boy and despite the gap, she could feel his warmth. The warmth he always had with him, the kind of warmth that can make one leave their hearts with assurance that they will kept away, safe and untouched.

"Like giving up the person you love the most to someone that makes her happy" He said to her. His voice was raw, sincere and full of unsaid emotions.

"How come you know these things?" She asked confused and curious of how their conversation went off.

"I just knew" He answered as he gave her a bittersweet smile.

Warning: Amazingly, absurdly and deliriously funny chaps ahead. Read and laugh at your own risk.

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"You are one of my many dreams, and the only dream I wish I should have chased desperately" 

Darryl Lemmuel was an aspiring engineer. There was only one word to describe him—exceptional.

He was the only male heir of the Lagdameo clan and the future of L Empire. Apart from that, he was rumored to be financially independent at the age of eight, tricked the present president of L empire—his father— into agreeing with his terms and left home at the age of sixteen to live on his own. He broke all the socialite’s rule to have a good taste of adventure! 

Xhemin Lae Dugmoch was a struggling botanist.

Enrolled in an A-list school, she knew nothing but books, experiments and strawberries. As the granddaughter of a retired famous doctor, Xhemin was very keen in keeping her profile low as per her granddad's wishes. Nobody in the elite community knew that she existed and that her grandfather’s corporation— Feather HealthCare had an heir.

One witty heir and one crazy strawberry girl; their predicament started when their life got tangled up against each other in a conference.

HE suddenly became her target prey.

And SHE was a little trouble not worthy of his attention.

The trouble he soon learned to want— so desperately and dearly wanted.

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After a long hiatus, daily updates resumes today (Feb 24, 2019 EST)

Chapter release: 14 Chapters a week 
Regular Updates will be release at 4AM and 4PM EST. 
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The room was brightly lit. The flooring had changed from solid grey stone to smoothed oak wood. The room looked to have six rows of shelves on each side of the room, but those rows seemed to extend forever. Each shelf was built from the same material as the flooring and had approximately twenty-five shelves per bookcase. The books themselves ranged from ancient-looking to more modern. Wool, cloth, fabrics, wood, they were made from all different kinds of material. The fire from the torches on the walls didn't seem to affect the wood and did nothing to threaten them. Sargon looked around the room quickly before sighing.

	"What am I even supposed to be doing here?" He looked at Alina.

	"Looking for information." She responded in a mumble. Alina began walking down one of the pathways and skimming through the books on the shelves.

	"There's a lot to look through." Emily sighed and went in the opposite direction as Alina. Sargon chose to follow Dalton. She had gone down the furthest path from the entrance and was trying to skim through the books. Not to find something to help everyone, but hopefully, something that could give her answers to her own questions. Sargon simply crossed his arms, and kept an eye on Dalton, occasionally glancing over at some of the books. 

	"So are we supposed to find the location ourselves?" Sargon asked her.

	"I don't know. All I know is that this library... probably has every written work ever produced here." She simply said in a quiet tone. Sargon sighed again.

	"Instead of just handing us the book, that prick just puts us in here and pretty much said find it yourselves. We'll need a miracle to find out where it is, in this place."

	Sargon started walking around, looking for anything that caught his eye, or looked as though it could give a hint to the location of the elven temple. Many of the books he passed where older ones. Some about old forgotten spells. Soon, one book did catch his eye. It seemed to beckon him. As he approached it and pulled it from his shelf, he felt a strange power from it. The cover was nothing more then Ageria's universal symbol for dark magic, on a black leather cover. He flipped the book open and looked through the pages. There were spells in that book he had never even heard of. Some had warnings and others were simply crossed out and ripped from the pages of the book.

	"Well, would you look at that." He mumbled, grinning. Dalton stayed with Sargon. She would occasionally pass a book that looked interesting to her and was forming a small pile in her arms. None of which were based on magic, but rather works of fact and fiction. She soon reached into her pocket and pulled out her portal key. She swung it and her storage opened beside her. She still had a large stack of coin, but not as much as Emily. Gently, Dalton placed the books into the portal and closed it. Surely the vampire lord would not mind a few missing books from this infinite library. Sargon noticed this and looked back at her. He saw there was a hint of excitement in her eyes as she slid the books into her personal storage.

	"What are you doing, Dalton?" He asked.

	"With such wealth's of knowledge, how could I resist taking a few. Plus, they've got thousands, if not millions of books here. What do a few missing matters." She shrugged.

	"I honestly don't think it's stealing at all. No one will probably read most of these."

	"Eh, even if they won't miss 'em, still stealing. But... it's got kinda this... thrill to it, y' know?"

	"It's not stealing. Period. We made a deal and they promised to help us. Any knowledge that can add to our adventure counts as help." Sargon shrugged.

Karaline and Violet went their separate ways as well. Lunette chose to stay with Violet and floated just above her as she walked. Violet too had her own interests in mind. She was looking for spell books and actual books that told interesting stories that she could read. She soon came across a section of those books. Somewhere a collection of short stories and others were much longer stories, organized side by side into volumes ranging from three to five. Lunette was a flying a few shelves above Violet. She, could not read, but she found the spines of the book to be intriguing. The wordings on them all looked different. Some shiny, some old and worn. Lunette reached out and grabbed a book at random. One simply on plants and tree life. After a glance down at Violet, she mimicked how she opened a book. Their there pictures inside, and that seemed to be enough to entertain the naive fairy. She was still wearing the same clothing she had gotten from Dalton after their first adventure. A simple silk white cloth wrapped around her breast's, and white panties. They had not been washed since, as Lunette was not aware they needed to be. She simply wore them and treated them like they weren't there, as she didn't like having to wear them. For as soft as they were, the material still itched her from time to time. Her hair had gotten slightly longer, and where now almost down to her knees. Her fairy wings sparkle in the light given off by the fire on the walls, and a small pattern of light was shadowed on the wall's around her because of it. 

	Violet looked up at Lunette and let out a small sigh from under her mask. She tried to get her attention and get her to come back down, not wanting her to get further than her reach, which for her size, wasn't very far. Lunette noticed Violet after a brief moment and happily flew down and sat on her head, crossing her legs and looking back down at the pictures of trees and plants in her book. Violet sighed again, and pushed Lunette's hair out of her face, and continued walking. Lunette weighed nothing, and Violet was starting to get used to being a stool for the fairy. She went on her way and continued to look at books, forming a stack of them in her arms as she walked along the shelves. 

	Emily had gone down her own way. She flapped her wings and climbed up to the higher shelves. She was doing the same as Dalton, only rather than stealing works of literature, she was stealing advanced and forbidden spellbooks. She had already formed a large pile on the ground beneath her and had been coming back to it as she flew around the shelves and found books that interested her. Emily slowly floated down to the floorboards and placed another book onto her growing pile. A book of advanced earth magic. Just as she was about to go looking for more, she felt something cold brush her shoulder. Emily froze and stiffened up, she slowly turned her head and spun around, but there was nothing behind her. The torches on the wall around her began to dim and eventually went out, leaving her in darkness. This wasn't a problem for her, as she could see in the dark quite well, only she still felt nervous. A dark, cloudy fog drifted down in front of her. Despite its shapeless nature, it seemed to curl as if beckoning her.

	Emily simply stared at the dark cloud, before cautiously stepping towards it. She slowly raised and extended her arm towards the fog. Just as her metal pointed fingertip touched it, she heard a female voice. It was soft and echoed in her mind, almost like it was ringing through it.

	"Tell me, little one... how old are you?"

	"W- What?" Emily muttered in confusion.

	"How old are you? How long since you were turned?" The voice repeated.

	"Umm... I'm... 16... I was turned... I don't know... a month ago... two?" Emily spun around and looked to see if the voice could be coming from any other direction. "Who are you?"

	"Who turned you, little one?" The voice asked gently. Emily kept looking around for the source of the voice, though she was starting to suspect it was actually coming from the cloud of black fog.

	"Um, her name is Alina... she..."

	The soft voice cut her off.

	"Oh, you poor child."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Tell me... has she done anything yet?"

	"Again... what do you mean?"

	"Has she hurt you? Or anyone else? Threatened you?"

	"Um, n- no... not me..."

	"You can't trust her. Don't forget that. Believe me..." 	The soft voice let out a small sigh.

	"Why not? She takes care of me." Emily started to get more nervous the more the voice spoke. 

	"For now, maybe... but there's no guarantee that won't change."

	"W- Who are you?" Emily demanded in a quiet tone. There was a long moment of silence. So long that Emily assumed the voice had gone.

	"Her aunt." 

	"Her aunt?" Emily turned again towards the black fog. After another moment of silence, a woman faded into existence out of the smoke. She had dark skin, and black hair pulled back into a braid coiled into a bun, a headband set with a blue gem across her forehead, with a few black feathers arching over her head. Her dress went down to her ankles. It appeared to resemble the design of the more revealing dresses most female vampires wore, only this dress didn't reveal much. Black clothing was worn underneath, covering up any visible skin aside form the face, neck, and hands. Her eyes were grey and silver. Her wings where just like Alina's, with feathers rough and vaguely ragged at the edges. Emily had to step back in shock when the woman appeared before her.

	"You look... just like her?" Emily was confused. This woman looked like Alina, but at the same time wasn't. "You're her aunt?"

	"Yes. Her father was my brother, poor thing..." She sighed softly, looking more than a little sad. "The white-haired one on the council is her sister... they and Ombra were triplets."

	"She... She has sisters?" Emily asked in a soft voice.

	"She had sisters."

	"Had?"

	"Lucilla is the only one still around."

	"Why?" Emily asked cautiously. After a long pause, the woman bent over slightly and looked down at the young vampire.

	"Because she murdered the others. Ombra and... Amy... the poor baby... she wasn't even three." She appeared deeply saddened by retelling the story.

	"W- What? Alina... she murdered her sister?"

	The woman nodded, lacing her thin fingers together.

	"But she is different now." Emily quickly said.

	"Can you be sure of that?" She asked sadly.

	"Yes!" Emily quickly exclaimed. "She's... she is different... now..." Her voice slowed down as she looked towards the ground and thought of it more. "Right?"

	"Well..." The woman pursed her lips slightly. "I'm afraid I likely can't leave. Maybe you're right, maybe she has changed, and I do hope that's the case, but can you at least make sure the others in your little... group... are aware, in case things go badly?"

	"Um, is that really a good idea?" Emily questioned.

	"Should they not know?" The woman asked.

	"Maybe... I don't want them getting mad at her though."

	The woman taped one long-nail finger across her lip, then carefully reached into her pocket and pulled out a necklace. It looked like a plain black chain at the moment. 

	"Here... if you keep this on we can at least speak to each other. It has glamour, so you can change its appearance to be one more fitting if you'd like."

	Emily looked at the necklace and hesitantly reached out for it. She held it in her hands and examined the design of it.

	"Um, okay... thanks?" She slowly put it around her neck.

	"Just keep your eyes open, all right? And any protective magic you have ready, just in case. If anything ever happens, just tell me to come and I'll pick you up, and bring you somewhere safe."

	"Y- Yeah, sure?" Emily gave her a nervous smile.

	"Thank you. I wish I could help in some other way." She mumbled.

	"Help with what exactly?" Emily tilted her head.

	"Her? I cannot leave. I am not even supposed to be in here, but I thought you could use a warning."

	"Oh... um... okay." Emily looked back down at her necklace. She made sure it was secure around her neck, before looking back up at the woman. "What's your name?"

	The woman stood there in silence. She looked down at the girl and frowned a bit. After a long sigh, she opened her mouth.

	"Valerie. My name is Valerie."

	Alina walked between the bookshelves of her row. She only had one book in mind. Time had passed and the group had spent almost an hour in the library, and still had no luck. Alina had wandered far from where she started. So far, she couldn't see the entrance to the library anymore. Alina had looked threw geographic books, books on the legend, and books about the gods and their lives. None of which had the answers she was looking for. She slumped down and sat against the bookshelf, and took a deep breath. It was hot in the library. All the torches aligned on the walls, and shelves, and the wooden containment of the library made it an increasingly hot room to be in. After a quick breather, Alina got back up and kept walking. More time passed, and soon two hours had gone by, then three, then four. Alina had not seen any of her allies since she had started. She reached for her belt and grabbed the small flask of blood she always had on it and drank. It gave her enough energy to keep going, but she needed to stock up on more blood. Emily still had plenty, but that was because Alina had basically given her all her blood. 

	Alina browsed the shelf she was on and finally saw another book about Ageria. This one was all about Ageria's desert, and it was piled with a stack of volumes about the same thing. Out of curiosity, Alina took the most recent one and flipped through its pages. Half of them were blank, and the last page is written on didn't look complete. It talked about a small town just being built a ways south of where they were picked up by the ship. She closed the book and put it back, then grabbed the earliest volume. She let out a long sigh and opened it. She skimmed through the pages, and just like every other book she had found, nothing. Another hour passed as Alina skimmed through the multiple volumes of the books, and eventually, she just dropped the current one she was holding, and moved on, leaving it open on the floor, on a page about the creatures of the desert. Alina walked a little further, and eventually spotted an odd-looking book. It was much thicker than all the bothers, and it looked much older then any other book she had seen. Alina approached it slowly and pulled it from the shelf. It weighed a ton and was a lot heavier than Alina was expecting, but her strength helped her hold onto it. The books cover was blank and covered in a layer of dust. She blew on the book and the dust blew off in all directions. She coughed as it entered her lungs. The book has markings on the side of the spine, but they were markings she could not read. Alina opened the book and looked through the pages. It was a book of Ageria's Past. There was nothing new in here Alina had not read in any other book like it, only there was a chapter that caught her eye. 'The Temples of the Gods'. Quickly, she flipped the pages and tried to find the chapter. Once she did, she was greeted by a small table of contents. They're there only four things on it, but they were exactly what Alina was looking for. 

Alina skimmed to the page explaining the Elven temple. The book stated that beneath the sand and under the pyramids, was the location of the Elven artifact. Alina flipped the page and saw a map. The map took up two whole pages, and even then, it was half a circle. Alina tilted her head in confusion, then released both pages were folded. She unfolded them and a whole circle appeared. The details and markings in the circle where hard to make out, but upon closer inspection, it looked like a maze. A labyrinth of sorts. Alina folded the pages again and flipped them. Again, there was another folded half circle. Alina raised an eyebrow and unfolded the pages. It was the same maze, but nothing looked different. She flipped to the next page. It was the same thing, and so was the next page, and the one after that. Alina found a total of forty pages that all had the same maze drawn onto them. When she flipped to the last page she found a small warning. She read it aloud.

"Be warned. For the maze changes every hour." 

Another hour passed, and Alina slammed the book shut. She reached into her pocket and pulled her portal key out. After tossing the massive book into the portal, she put they kept back in her pocket and spread her wings. Like all the rooms in the castle, everything was wide enough for Vampires to fly. She jumped and flapped her wings once, sending her rocketing down the hallway of books. A large, powerful gust of wind followed behind Alina. It knocked books off the shelves and tore the pages out of some of them. Magically though, the books repaired themselves. It only took Alina half an hour to fly the distance she walked, and soon she arrived back at the entrance. Dalton was sitting against one of the shelves, looking down at a book, with Emily using her shoulder as a pillow and sleeping on it. Violet was reading across from them. Sargon and Karaline had stacked books in a pile and had been looking through them.

"Alina?" Karaline said, being the first to see she had returned. The gust of wind caught up to them and hit the group hard. Sending the books, and papers inside flying out and around. The wind woke Emily up, and she looked around, confused. Alina quickly approached the two adults and grabbed the massive book from her portal and began showing them everything she had found out.

Emily sighed and looked forward at Violet. She saw she was distracted and took the opportunity and reach into her pocket and pull out a small pebble. She chucked it at Violet's mask to get her attention. There was a loud clicking sound as it bounded off. Violet looked up and at Emily.

"Hey, Violet... what are you read?" 

Violet looked at Emily with a blank expression behind the mask, before turning the book over and showing her. 

"Could you tell me about it?" Emily teased. Violet didn't respond and flipped her book back around. She sighed and looked back down at it. Emily had been doing this to her quite a lot recently. Mainly when they were traveling. Emily would throw a rock or something at Violet to get or attention, or just to annoy her. She would tease Violet about her height and the fact she couldn't talk. It didn't bother Violet though, as she has been teased like this her whole life. She had simply learned to ignore those people. Emily seemed to get some sort of pleasure out of messing with her teammate, and it didn't help that Violet never fought back. She would just ignore it, and only once did Emily get a response when she tossed a handful of sand at Violet and it got into her clothes. The group had to stop while Violet had to strip and get all the sand out of her clothes before putting them back on. It irritated her sometimes that Emily picked on her, and it was starting to hurt that her teammate continued to do it. Violet did like Emily as a person and wanted to see her as an ally, but it was hard at times. Finally, Violet said something.

"Why do you pester me?" She wrote in the air with her finger, using smoke as a way to communicate.

"Because it's fun to cause trouble!" Emily said with a slightly cheerful tone. Violet put the book in her lap and sighed, crossing her arms.

"Please put out your palm." She wrote in the air. Emily tilted her head and did so, not thinking Violet would do anything. In fact, she didn't Violet reached into her pocket and grabbed the handful of rocks Emily had been throwing at her and dumped them into Emily's hand. She looked Violet in confusion before taking the rocks back and looking down at them. 

"I believe these are yours." She wrote, and with that, Violet went back to reading her book, getting absorbed back into the story. Emily sighed and looked back over at Alina. Sargon had handed her a black book with the simple label of 'Vampires' on its cover.

"Speaking of Gillian, time for his turn. Shall we go somewhere else?" asked Mavislin.

"I'm fine with any place," said Gillian, smiling.

"Then what Time do you prefer?" asked Raiyen, winking and smirking. 

"You sure you can pull that off?" asked Baldwin, worried.

"What? Is the Angry Man suddenly caring for a mischievous kid?" taunted Z, nudging Baldwin's shoulder.

"I care only for the kids, not you, Snow Cap," retorted Baldwin, angered.

"Don't underestimate me just because I'm the youngest," said Raiyen as he prepared for a Time Teleportation trip.

"Weave time. Manipulate space. These are the elements I control. Setting coordinates. Time is fixed. Space is fixed. Time Teleportation has begun!" recited Raiyen.

As the snowstorm enveloped the group and cleared, they were met with the notorious Northern Lights. 

"Sorry, I couldn't do a library. But this is about a few hundred years before we all gathered. Try out the main spell of your Ancient Relic. It's called Flashbacks for a reason," instructed Raiyen. 

"Looks like you are in charge of this one, huh?" asked Gillian, as he pulled out the book. 

Gillian's Ancient Relic did not require an incantation. Just by saying out its title will call for the Ancient Relic immediately. With its leather cover and dusty golden pages, he held up the Relic and called out its true name.

"Voynich Manuscript!"

Within a split second, the pages flew out. A mass of white papers swarmed around the group.

"Establish who is your target now!" commanded Raiyen, fiercely.

The book's cover was now imprinted with the words; 'Book Of Code' in a bright orange glow. He then chose the target to be the Valkyrie as the entire plane was being rewritten and covered with a memory. A flashback from the Valkyrie's past. 

"There's no control on which memory it can show. But a subtle feature is that if the target is an ally, it won't show a hurtful memory," explained Raiyen. 

"I hope so," replied Mavislin, clenching her fists. 

The dark blue night sky with Northern Lights was now replaced by a familiar evening purple blanket with bright pink clouds. The pure white floor underneath was now a dusty orange carpet. It was as if the Child of Valokia had returned home.

"So this is Valokia," said Gillian, impressed as the adults were flying within the clouds. 

Beside them, stood a little cottage, adorned with a red roof and aquamarine-covered walls. The door flew open as two young children stumbled onto each other in the excitement of having playtime. 

The little girl had her twin braids tied up using crimson ribbons while wearing a black summer dress. The little handsome boy had a black robe and both of their eyes were shining gold. 

"This is the day, no, the moment we learned how to summon our wings," said Mavislin, her voice slightly cracking. 

Tears threatened to fall as she witnessed the precious memory before her. One she knew she could never get back. 

"Oi, I thought it was to show something non-harmful?" asked Baldwin, angrily.

"Correct but this particular memory sparked sadness within her. Not under the Relic's control, unless Gillian commanded it to. In which I highly doubt so," interpreted Raiyen. 

The grief-stricken girl continues to stare, as stiff as a board along with Ysabeau and Gillian.

"Come on, Benny. You can do it!" cheered the young girl.

"I'm scared..." whined the twin boy. 

The little girl thought carefully and came up with an idea.

"How about I give it a shot first? Would that make you feel better?" suggested the girl with a brimming smile. 

The boy looked uneasy as he nodded.

"I'll try..."

"You've got to!" 

After stating the conditions, she began breathing in and out. The surrounding bright energy started to swirl around the little girl, which prompted her dress to float. Or was it her body? Soon, after the golden light had dispersed, two small wings stayed on her back. 

"Wow, it's so huge!" yelled the boy, trying to touch the wings. 

The girl moved it once and hovered above the orange ground. 

"My turn!" said the boy, happily. 

As she witnessed the memory before her, the facts came back rushing into her mind. Her twin could only do things if he had seen his twin sister do it before. From their first steps to their first words being the opposite twin's names, Benjamin would only have the confidence after Mavislin tries it first. 

But for him, dark purple streams came from the skies above and towards him. After the cloud had gone, indigo-dyed wings clung onto the young boy's back. It took a few delayed moments for the young brother to realize the difference between his wings and his sister's pair.

"Why isn't mine as big as Mavy's?!" cried the young twin. 

The sister then swoops down towards her brother, in an attempt to soothe his cries.

In this universe, those who can manipulate certain Elements were called 'Mages'. From Water to Fire, and even Time itself, these Mages were bred in all corners of the Universe. 

Each planet created are known for their distinct Elements. 

A certain war came about and destroyed all in its wake. The Great Noble War, a war that took down a multitude of stars. For unknown reasons, the sole excuse for that terrible war was gone along with the great planet of Valokia.

But, from the remnants of galaxies that were affected, one particular galaxy called the Milky Way birthed something called the Solar System. This System was the collection of eight planets and their moons. 

They orbit around a star called the Sun, together with smaller bodies in the form of asteroids, meteoroids, and comets. A particular planet stood out from the rest as a haven to all; Earth.

Humanity was not very welcoming to these foreign beings, so the first few Mages developed a system as well as an organization, called the Congregation. All in hopes to protect these groups of gifted Mages.

But there is something strange about this organization...
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Credits to valeriex for making the cover!

Ye-Jin: I have been his fan for a long time mum. I do like him as a fan but I don't think I still have any strong feelings for him in that aspect. Also, I just want to cherish the friendship I have with him for now. If something has to happen then it will eventually happen, right? So I am just living in the moment.
Her mother nodded at her daughter's wise choice and honest answer. She was now even more proud of her little girl. She only wished that her girl wouldn't be left lonely. 
So-Jin: so when do you plan to return home Jin?
Ye-Jin: I have been thinking about it mum. It kind of gets lonely here sometimes and I do feel homesick. I miss you guys too. I will come back pretty soon. Maybe after my trip to London, I will move back.
So-Jin: (clapping happily) finally. The house doesn't seem complete without you in it. Your dad is always complaining about the house being silent.
That evening Ye-Jin was sitting on her back-porch reading her favourite book of fantasies- Alice in Wonderland. She sometimes wondered if wonderland was an actual place and Lewis Carol had seen it with his very own eyes. 
She was currently at the part where Alice drinks the potion kept in the Rabbit's house out of curiosity and grows in size so much that all the wonderlanders assume her to be the beast. 
She was so enamoured by the plot that she missed the knock on her front door. It happened a few times until finally, the person who had come to visit her gave up. 
Instead, the person who was knocking earlier walked all the way around and found her sitting on the porch lost in some stupid book. 
?? : (annoyed to the extreme) have you gone deaf?
Ye-Jin: (startled) hmm?!
Ye-Jin saw that it was Aera who was glaring down at her. She looked exactly like a model out from the pages of those extravagant fashion magazines. 
Ye-Jin: (sheepishly) Sorry, (pointing at her book) I didn't hear you.
Aera: (frowning in distaste) that book again? 
Ye-Jin: (shrugging) you know that I like it.
Aera: (glaring) why aren't you answering my calls or even my texts? I've been trying to reach you from yesterday but it's like you had vanished completely from the face of the earth!!
Ye-Jin: (sheepishly) I was busy Aera. Sorry again.
Aera: (sitting beside her on the porch) I have been dying to tell you something from two days and you don't even show even an ounce of care for me. All you do is after ignoring me is tell me that you were busy. (pouting cutely) I am hurt and angry.
Ye-Jin: (feeling lost) I said sorry, so what did you want to tell me?
Aera: (cheering up) you remember that I had gone out with Ray the other night right?
Ye-Jin: (nodding and pretending to be interested) two days ago.
Aera: now it feels like long back but yes. So he asked me if I'd like to date him.
Ye-Jin: (widening her eyes in surprise) oh! That's awesome! What did you say?
Aera: (obviously loving the attention and examining her nails) I said no.
Ye-Jin: (pouting) why would you do that?
Aera: he is cute but not my type exactly. Moreover, yesterday Ray asked me out what if tomorrow someone more handsome asks me out?!
Ye-Jin: but he seemed sweet-
Sadly Ye-Jin's words pitifully drowned in Aera's vanity.

His father wanted him to take up his position and be the next patriarch of the family.

His family wanted him to be a responsible young man who'd lead the family to greater heights.

Some envious people wanted him to fail and become the scum of the earth.

His mother wanted him to be a filial son who would let her heart and mind rest at peace.

Burdened by all of it he ran away from 'home' in pursuit of 'something'

Then he found her and

She wanted him to be just him and love her with all his heart.

The first book in the series: 'Arranged by Chance and Married by Choice'
The second book in the series: 'Chance Encounter (Love at first sight)

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