A story compilation of the love journey of an Accountant and a Graphic Designer

On the next day, Fern and Emily go through their routine of attending different lectures in the morning and reuniting for lunch. After the girls have recovered their energy, they find a bus and go to the art gallery. 

The Tremblay Art Centre looks like a big white box on the outside, but it houses a fantastically large collection of various art pieces. The centre could easily be mistaken for a museum because of its education programs and historical exhibitions. It would take multiple 8-hour extended visits to see everything that the centre has to offer. 

Immediately upon walking into the building, Emily and Fern are dazzled by a colourful and large glass sculpture that doubles as a chandelier. Careful to avoid standing under the sculpture, just in case it falls, the two pick up an informational brochure and map from the greeter. 

Looking at the map, Fern is immediately overwhelmed by an onslaught of compelling exhibitions to look at. In contrast, Emily does not bother looking at the map and starts walking towards the first thing she sees. When Fern looks up to ask Emily about her thoughts, Emily has already infiltrated a group of artsy looking people. 

Walking up to Emily and poking her shoulder, Fern smiles awkwardly to the strangers and says hello. Turning back to Emily, Fern looks like a mom who is about to scold her kid and asks, "what?" 

Like she's known this group of people her entire life, Emily cheerfully says, "Let me introduce you! Everybody this is my best bud Fern, Fern, this is everybody. We were just talking about what we think the meaning is of this painting." Leaning into Fern and using her hand to cover her mouth, Emily jokingly says, "Poor Sally said she thinks it means that clowns aren't scary." Emily's new friends laugh like that was peak comedy while Fern lets out of a fake chuckle. 

Failing to notice Fern's awkwardness, Emily wraps her arm around Fern's shoulders and tells the group, "We're actually starting a science club that produces a newsletter. Any of ya'll interested in joining? You guys seem like you'd be good at writing and design." 

Fern's eyes widen as she is shocked by Emily's boldness. They might not even be students at Ontario University. Fern continues to be stunned as the strangers actually consider Emily's proposal. Do absurdly fearless university students with lots of free time all gather at art galleries? 

After Emily tells the group more about the club, two of the group members say they might be able to write for the newsletter. Emily trades contact information with the two group members and shows them the club's Facebook page, so they can follow it. Happy that she's recruited some more members, Emily cheers and says, "Already got 5 club members! We still need to get a graphic designer for the website, you guys know anyone?" 

In response, one of the people offers, "One of our friends does graphic design gigs on the side, but I don't know if she'd be willing to help. She came to the gallery with us-" 

The person stops talking as a young woman walks up to the group. She's at least 6 feet or 182 cm, has dark brown skin, and very short hair. Complementing her artsy model aesthetic, she's wearing unique pieces of clothing and graphic makeup that make her look like she jumped out of a fashion magazine. Looking down and making eye contact with Fern and Emily, she says to no one in particular, "Who are these two?" 

Perking up, one of the new potential writers for the club says, "Hey, Alina! We were just talking about you. These are our new friends, Emily and Fern. They're looking someone to do graphic design for their club newsletter." 

Raising her eyebrows, Alina sizes up the due before unceremoniously replying, "Well, good luck with that." 

Off-put by Alina's bluntness, but unwilling to give up, Emily wears a customer service smile and says, "Thanks. Could we convince you to be our graphic designer?" 

Watching Alina's unamused body language and responses, Fern worries that she and Emily have somehow offended her. Knowing that Emily is stubborn as heck when it comes to apologizing, there is almost no chance of Alina agreeing to help if this continues. Before Alina can respond, Fern jumps into the downward spiralling conversation. 

"It can be like a part-time job rather than a volunteering position... We won't be able to pay you from the get-go, but we can reimburse you later." Noticing that Alina looks more open and interested, Fern gains confidence and adds, "If you want." 

Crossing her arms and raising her head, Alina says, "I don't need your money." In the same breath, she says, "But I have standards and my time is valuable. I expect you'll pay me at least $15 for every hour that I'm working, not just for the art itself." 

Emily inwardly scoffs at Alina's 'I'm better than you act,' but says nothing. Pleased that she fortunately guessed why Alina was miffed, Fern smiles and says, "Great! Can I see some of your work, and I'll tell you about the club?" 

"Sure." After standing straighter and getting rosy in the cheeks, Alina says, "A higher up at the gallery is alumni, so it does exhibitions of student works. You can see some of my pieces there." 

"Wow, that's so cool!." Tugging on Emily's shoulder, Fern enthusiastically asks where the exhibition is. Emily, Fern, Alina, and the two writers split off from the rest of the group to look at Alina's art and discuss club plans. 

Eventually, Fern and Emily lost track of time while chatting and looking at intriguing art. Although Emily was averse to the idea of persuading Alina any more, Emily and Fern got verbal promises to join the club from Alina and the two writers. Verbal commitments from university students are not the most reliable, but they are better than nothing. By the time they had seen maybe 40% of everything in the building, they were exhausted, and the sun was starting to set. Not eager to be outside when it is dark out, the two decide to stop by Dr. Martin's lab and postpone shopping.

A young university student, Fern, is a mess. She has yet to find something that makes her feel passionately excited. 

When Fern receives a bad mark on a research project proposal, she is forced to seek help from a professor and discovers the magic of biology. 

As Fern pursues her fascination with the field, she and her friends will inadvertently revolutionize the world's understanding of the planet and its inhabitants.

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"What took you so long?" Callea complained as Deive get off the car. "I am bored here waiting for you."

Torque left with Marina and Luna for a joy ride. Her cousin wanted her friends to go someplace else. While she was left at Villa Celesta alone. She also wanted to leave the villa for a while and see new sights. It has been a long time since she left Nagcarlan. Her destination was always Villa Celesta and the mansion. It was starting to become a bore. But she wanted a place that has no people around. She just wanted the view and nature.

"Do you want to attend a cosplay event?"

"Cosplay?" She clasped her hands and she saw stars as she thinks about people wearing different costumes. It didn't matter who they were because they were in character. They were not obliged to show their real self. What's important is they could represent the character well and could show their creative side. "I love that."

"There's a cosplay event in SM Mall of Asia. It is still early. We can get there on time." It was eight-thirty in the morning.

"As in right now?" She didn't know what to do. She was excited. It was her first time to attend that kind of event. She wanted to ask her cousins to bring her to those kinds of events before but they were killjoy. They said that it was only for teenagers. She ran inside the mansion to change into a costume that Pipay, her friend designer, sent her recently. She stopped suddenly when she remembered Deive. "H-How about you? Will you wear a costume?"

He nods his head. "Yes. I will be Shadow Knight. Pipay gave me a costume for me as a gift. She said that she wants you to have a partner when you feel like being on the character. I might as well use it." Shadow Knight was a character in one of her graphic novels.

"Then I will be Calliope so we can be partners." She stood in her toes and kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Shadow Knight."

In less than five minutes, her costumes and makeup kit were packed. Good thing Marina prepared it near the treasure chest and her knee-high boots were waiting for her as well.  Calliope's costume was perfect. It had a veil that covered her face. Nobody would know what she looked like behind it.

 At the car, she already wore the veil. Her body was buzzing with excitement as I answered Deive's questions about his character Shadow Knight. She didn't notice how long their trip lasted.

He said that he owned a condo near SM Mall of Asia so they changed their clothes there. It took an hour to fix her hair and the makeup. Calliope was a Gothic Lolita character. She let her hair down. She was wearing a long back tulle dress with petticoat. She also had a black lacy fan that could dispel evil spirits. She decided not to put on makeup since she would be wearing a veil.

Her breath hitched when she saw Deive in his Shadow Knight costume. He looked like an aristocrat vampire. His elegant black cape collar coat was perfect for his lithe body. Even the black lacy baroque pants were so on point. She never thought Shadow Knight could be this sexy until Deive personified it. Unlike her, he ditched the mask and it showcased his beautiful face. He didn't even need his jeweled sword because his piercing eyes could easily melt souls.

She was so amazed when she entered SMX Convention Center. Cosplayers were milling around and they were wearing costumes from her graphic novels. Her heart was about to burst. To see her characters come to life and loved by many was heaven.

But she was there as a cosplayer and not as Xylara, the mysterious author.

She suddenly got cold feet when she saw the tarpaulin hanging above the escalator and the entrance to the convention center. Xylara's Book Signing.

She blinked several times. That was her pen name unless there was another Xylara she was not aware of.

She looked around the convention center's lobby once more. All of the cosplayers were wearing her character's costume. Some were even holding copies of her graphic novels. The event was for her. Exclusively for her.

She felt trapped. She would be forced to talk to all those people. Strangers. A lot of strangers had come to see her. They were taking each other's photos and for sure they would take her pictures, too. What if they insist to see her face? What if they tried to hurt her? No. She couldn't do this.

She started running out of breath then stepped back. What would she do with those people?

Deive blocked her with his body before she could retreat some more. "Stay, Callea."

An arranged marriage to a perfect bride.

To keep him in line, playboy Deive Hontiveros needs to marry Callea Lopez so he could start his own business. He thought he got lucky when he sees how beautiful and caring Callea is.

She lives in a haunted mansion though and he got plagued by a mysterious ghost of a woman and her cat from hell.

He must protect his bride at all cost. 

But what if Callea is one with the darkness?

It would be so simple to say yes, so Henry decided why not.  He finally relented. "You know actually I might take you up on that." Ellie couldn't believe, but before she could celebrate properly, he reminded her.  "It would be nice to accompany you as a good partner just as I am about to mail off the court filing.  It would probably be wish if we looked like we were getting along while the tabloids go crazy over our coupling."
It wasn't quite the reaction Ellie had wanted as she thought of what the media would say about them with trepidation, but, it was better than nothing from Henry at all.  He had said yes, that was enough for her so she turned to the house. "I still need to call Nona and tell him what has happened with our family. I will probably give him choice over what he would like to take from the inheritance.  I will probably ask Lopez what would be appropriate for me to give Nolan. But, I'm sure he will want to see what houses are available. I'm sure he will be bittersweet about this whole thing." She looked back at Henry who looked like he was about to follow her.  "Is it alright if I spend the rest of the say on my own instead of together like we planned? I need to visit an old friend from my childhood. She's here in the city, according to what my other friends have told me. I don't mind you meeting her, but with recent events, there are a lot of family things I would like her help with understanding."
Henry looked confused, but then just stiffened his emotions to cold indifference as he moved to give her space to go without him.  "Why would I want to go with you? It's a personal friend. You are free to come and go as you please. If she is a good friend, don't worry about using my credit card to pay.  Any friend of yours is also mine. I do enjoy your friends, I like seeing you happy while you here. But, I do understand as in this is a place that you'd rather not have everyone exposed to.  It's alright. I'm sure I'll meet her another time."
"Those are my thoughts exactly.  Thank you for understanding." She tried to give him a hug, but he was frozen.  Ellie just kissed his cheek and left. Henry was weird. The friend was a childhood friend from Rochester whom she had just wanted to reconnect with to ask questions about her childhood.  Sometimes she wondered if Henry was meeting her friends as an effort to find someone he liked before she left her. If a relationship did happen between Henry and her friend, she wondered whether she could accept it and move back?  It wasn't like they were getting much closer. Even if she had invited Helen here, just to talk to her, it probably wouldn't have made much difference.
It had been a long time since Ellie had taken the subway by herself.  She had decided to decline on Michael's offer of driving her as she wanted to keep her independence.  She liked to think that if she wanted to she could just walk away from everything, as she thought about the mess she had left behind at the Wong Building.  She still felt unsure about her sudden coming into so much money. Although a lot of perks had come, as in she didn't have to go back to racing professionally or head back to college -- to think she was filling an ancestral role was strange to her.  To think such a position was something she was going to hold for the rest of her life and pass on to her children was still something she had trouble accepting. Maybe it was because she had become an adult somewhere there was no aristocracy. Still, Ellie knew that it would be a challenge to generate enough revenue to cover the costs of running Stanford Hall.  It was a complicated affair as it was both a public museum that needed to bring in visitor and her house that she would like to live in.
It had also been perplexing that she had suddenly to learn about farming and land usage.  She wished that she had taken some classes in agriculture in her time in college. Ellie also wished that she had spent more than just her primary school years in English.  Although it was anxiety inducing to think of all the things she had to do, it would be something she would have a lot of help in tacking. It was of more concern to her as to how Henry was feeling now that he had unintentionally become an English baron by marrying her.  As much as her new titles were a shock to her, they were to him. 
It had been such a long time that Ellie had come to a coffee shop and she found it to be a lot less enchanting as she had found it when she had been in college.  The place was busy and filled with people who quickly wanted their order and leaving. It took only a couple minutes for a spot to open up and Ellie to save it for her guest.  She was trying to filter out the harsh sounds of people finding with a book she had been trying to finish for a couple days now when she heard someone sliding into the bench on the other side of the table.  She was about to say something foul when she saw her friend, Helen, smiling with her fingerless gloves around an open cup of coffee. The smell was peppermint which instantly calmed Ellie as she looked into her friend's warm eyes.  Helen had one arm in a sling which Ellie remembered had come to be so because of her friends crazy decision to parachute. The parachute had not deployed correctly so Helen had been unable to use her arm for a couple months. But she was still chipper as she spoke about how annoyed she was that she could not work as a graphic designer for a while as her left hand was impossible to train.  "Cat got your tongue, Ellie? I thought you were going to bring your Henry with you when you came to see me? What's the change in plans?"


Facing a marriage deadline, CEO Henry Wong impulsively weds Ellie Chen, a broke former professional race car driver dying of a wreak she had on the track. 

In return, her younger brother will receive a generous scholarship -- and Henry will have the enchanting Ellie as a wife, if only for a time. 

Then fate takes a hand, and Henry suddenly finds herself with a healthy, vibrant wife -- a siren he finds it hard to keep his eyes off of.

Henry turned to the other woman who was standing in the room as he clutched Ellie close to his chest. "You have seen it yourself now Aunt Dorota, she is such an elegant lady, with a humble character, and her kind nature is something I will never find again. And you know, she has the strength to match my mother -- she used to be a well-known race car driver you know." 

The hug around Ellie started to grow uncomfortable as she squirmed a little. She wanted to move away, but knew that would detract from all the work that had been put in upto this moment so she swiveled her head. Like a butterfly landing she put her head on his shoulder and looked at Dorota. "I'm so lucky to have you, my love."

Beibei grinned from ear to ear. "I asked my classmate's daddy to help me with the photo and design. It's nice, right?"
Su Yue remained mum, so he pressed on, "My classmate's daddy is a famous graphic designer." 
Su Yue finally cut across him. "Leave my house now."
She pointed at the door as she calmly said that. She restrained her temper since he was still a boy.
Beibei became a little fearful as he sensed Su Yue's anger. He rose and ran to Su Yue. "Little mommy, don't be angry." 
"Go away!"
Su Yue bellowed and Beibei froze from a distance away. He halted his footsteps.
He shrunk his neck and grunted in response.
He turned towards the door and unwillingly dragged his feet.
Su Yue didn't bother to look at him, and she turned around. She stared at the man on the screen with a frown.
She sighed helplessly to herself.
Anyway, this advertisement was only for a day and it was too late for changes.
Her sales began to flood in because of the advertisement.
She couldn't handle it and had trouble replying to every message.
Finally, in the late afternoon, she gave up because her stomach had grumbled. She switched off her laptop and stood up.
She halted her footsteps when she walked past the coffee table.
This fellow!
Beibei's bag and homework were left behind. She walked towards it with a frown and stretched her hand to pick it up. 
She caught a glimpse of Beibei's homework and was surprised to see how neat his handwriting was.
His handwriting was tidy, yet anyone could tell it belonged to a child.
A family like his would have hired the best tutors and teachers to make sure that he had the best education. So he should have excelled in everything.
Nuoxing and Wenxin had just started learning piano and they had already surpassed her.
She closed Beibei's book and spotted his bag. She unzipped it.
She glanced inside and saw a thick notebook. She pulled the notebook out of the bag. 
She flipped the book.
The first page was an entry from two years ago. He added a smiley face.
Su Yue's mouth curled up when she saw it.
What was this? His diary?
Su Yue was hesitant about reading it.
But curiosity won in the end. She flipped to another page.
His handwriting wasn't so neat back then and it was worlds apart from now.
This boy seemed to have put in a tremendous effort to improve his handwriting. 
'My daddy doesn't really like me. Every time I call him, he only grunted in response. I haven't seen him in days and finally, he is back today. I wanted him to hug me, but he didn't really talk to me. Why doesn't my daddy like me? I'm so sad.'
He drew a sad face at the end.
His entries were very short, but every one of them was related to Ming Ansheng.
His mommy was gone, so he should treat his son better!
Su Yue frowned as she stared at Beibei's diary.
This young boy had yearned for his parents to love him. Why couldn't his father do so?


Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents. 

Brought up to be the successor of a huge conglomerate, Yan Rusheng is an aloof, intelligent and arrogant man who is the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. 

Despite growing up together, both of them seem to treat each other as an eyesore. She labels him as a jerk and womanizer while in his eyes, she is a shrew. 

Over time, they fall for each other, but they continue to conceal their feelings for each other. By a twist of fate, they are forced into a marriage. And unknown to everyone else and Yan Rusheng, she has harbored a deep secret for many years… 

Keywords: Childhood sweetheart, Womanizer, Aloof, Soulmates, Forced marriage, Orphan, Secretary 

Sugary Scene： 

Suddenly, Wen Xuxu stretched her hand to clutch his wrist and pulled him forcefully. 
Yan Rusheng was caught off guard and he lost his footing. He fell on the bed and then his breathing became sluggish. 
Young Master Yan was afraid that he might lose control of himself and do something to Wen Xuxu... the woman he loathed. So he hastily raised his head. 
But he had barely moved away when Wen Xuxu stretched out her hands and put them around his neck. "Don't leave."

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Staying with Eva certainly wasn't boring. On the first night they were at her house she insisted they were going to burn through as many Disney movies as possible so Hazel would know who all they bothered standing in line to take pictures with. 
She hadn't realized her lack of knowledge had been so apparent. But Eva wasn't unkind about it. It seemed more like she wanted to share something fun that she liked than she thought Hazel was crazy for not knowing before. 
Most of the movies were pretty cute. Exactly the sort of things kids tended to eat up. 
Hazel had enjoyed it too once upon a time. Her parents used to put those types of movies on for her and sometimes even take her to see them in theaters. 
She used to wish they would play movies while she was in the mental hospital. But after meeting Will and hearing all of the amazing things there were to know about the real world, the fictional one hadn't appealed to her as much anymore. 
Besides, once she got out her uncle wasn't the type to allow children's movies in his house. He didn't like the slightest bit of noise indicating she existed most of the time. That was the only reason he supplied her with minimal art supplies. 
Drawing was always an effective way to shut her up. As she went back to school and was able to check out books from its library she tried to draw the things she read about. There were even some guides on how to draw that helped her a lot as she tried to improve. 
Hazel spent the remainder of her elementary school days and most of middle school as well refining her technique. She was so absorbed by all there was to learn that she had no interest in friends so it wasn't like anybody other than her uncle would have taken her to the movies either. 
When they weren't watching movies, Eva wanted to hear more about Hazel's life. There really wasn't much to tell leaving out her juicy past. She was a pretty boring person. 
Talking about her art was a fairly safe topic. She mentioned that she had been interested in it basically her whole life so it was the obvious career choice even though people advised her against it. 
Everything had worked out in the end. She landed this comic job, which looked great on her resume. And after that she ended up married to someone who was willing and able to buy her all the art supplies she could ever want. Will had kept his promise quite well even if it was later than she had hoped. 
Getting here had been a rough road though. Her uncle didn't support her dreams and refused to pay for her to go to art school. He had barely acknowledged her when she got a scholarship by buying her a school sweatshirt. 
All of her high school teachers (except the art teacher) were against it too. They thought she was wasting her brains on a field that wouldn't pay well or offer a consistent job unless she decided to be a graphic designer. 
Hazel didn't want to spend her entire life creating lifeless things for other people. She refused to go down that road, even if it meant picking up a bunch of odd jobs to get by. 
Graphic designers didn't have any sort of creative freedom whatsoever in her mind. She needed to be unrestrained and free in her art or she felt choked. Even working with a finicky author like Eva was far superior to making logos all day. 
The nice thing was that Eva understood how she felt about taking the easy road. She could have gone to grad school to become a social worker like every other psychology major she knew because it was the 'smart choice' with that degree. Social workers, like graphic designers, were in high demand. 
But she was one to take the road less traveled by. If she went back to grad school it would be to specialize in the very specific field she wanted and nothing less. 
She had told Hazel how she ended up where she was now, in what her mother called 'a career dead end.' Yes, she was working two jobs and didn't have the most glamorous lifestyle but she made enough to do fun things every so often like their trip in Florida. 
The point was that she was doing what she wanted and didn't feel a rush to change that. Hazel could respect that. 
What she was less fond of was that Eva's interest in true crime and serial killers was because she was genuinely intrigued by criminology. Her eventual goal was to work for the FBI as a profiler. 
Wanting to catch people like her parents' killer wasn't the part she was upset by. It was how she consumed countless amounts of media about serial killers and other famous criminals and helped perpetuate sales and popularity for those things. 
It was people like her who kept the market for such grotesque things open. Those she truly despised—the people who capitalized on other people's pain by writing books picking apart the sick minds of killers—made money off of people like Eva. It was why they kept doing it. 
She had seen the book on the Bay Area Blade that had largely inspired his inclusion in that docuseries in a stack on the coffee table. It had taken all of her willpower to keep her mouth shut about it.
The series had already started airing and Hazel desperately hoped Eva wouldn't want to watch it while she was stuck here. She wasn't sure she would calmly be able to explain why she couldn't bear to watch that crap. 
Three days passed and there was no sign of the snow letting up back home so she would have to stay here a while longer. That show aired on Sundays and it was Thursday now. More than anything she wanted the airport to be cleared for travel before then.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

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Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

"Mommy Nu, look! I made this book!" Ara exclaimed happily. She spent two full days making her first story book.  

Gen held up his project and said proudly, "And I built this toy!" 

Nuchi smiled bewilderly. They definitely take after their parents. These children are children of inventors and creators. She knelt down to their height and embraced. 

"Do you want to read your story to me when we get home, Ara?"

Flabbergasted to show her work, Ara replied firmly, "Okay!"

Nuchi turned to Gen, "Do you want to explain how and why you made this toy? Should we play your toy? Or should we display it?" 

Gen replied, "Wait, I'm going to build another one, then we can play." He paused, hesitated to say more but decided to say anyway. "Mommy Nu, I have nothing against you, but even if I explain, you wouldn't understand."

"What?" Nuchi felt astounded at the words that comes out of the kids' mouth. She looked at Pearl to see if Gen just implied that she was not smart enough to understand. 

Pearl shook her head that she heard it, loud and clear. 

Nuchi sighed. They definitely take after their father. "Let's go eat and go home. Mommy is busy."

Feeling restless of the earlier incident, Jeno called Zeki to dig up Nuchi's profile for him. It only took a few minutes before the file was sent to him. Jeno opened the file and browsed through the information. 

Name: Nuchi Thor
Age: 22
Occupation: Entry Level Graphic Designer
Employer: Jaces Tower Corporation
Family: None

What? She doesn't have family members? Could I have mistaken? 

After dinner, Nuchi ushered the children outside before going out herself. She drove her mini family home, got them in the bathtub to play while she washed the shirt. After some times, she went back to check up on the kids. 

"Ara and Gen, come out now. Dry yourself and put on your pajamas!" Nuchi yelled from the kitchen as she marinated chickens for next day dinner. 

The kids answered one after another. "Okay."

They got out to dry themselves and put on their pajamas. 

"Brush your teeth before you come out!" 

Ara and Gen answered, "Okay."

They pulled their own step stool to the sink, smiled and checked their teeth before grabbing their toothbrush.

Gen grabbed his tooth brush and squeezed a pea size toothpaste on the brush. "Ara, doesn't Mommy Nu feel off to you today?"

"My radar says she must meet someone new at work today." Ara turned to face Gen, "Do you think she met a man?"

Gen's imagination popped in. His image of Nuchi wasn't glorifying. She sucks at almost everything, the only talent she has is art. Her personality is lacking significantly and so is her intelligence quotient. 

"Mm… I think she met a bully." Gen replied confidently. 

"Let's observe her for more details." Ara suggested. They took after their parents so they were sharp and perceptive. In other words, little geniuses. 

By the time the twin came out, Nuchi was wrapping up tomorrow's dinner prep. 

"Mommy Nu, you haven't change?"

"Mm.. I have to do laundries and then prepare ingredients for tomorrow dinner."

Ara and Gen looked at each other. They have the same thought. 

Ara asked, "Mommy Nu, but we did laundries a few days ago. Why so soon?" They haven't dirtied anything that would need urgent washing. They have a regular daily and weekly routine. 

Nuchi paused, "Ah… I spilled food on my shirt." 

"Mm…" Ara hummed. 

Nuchi narrowed her eyes at the kids. Do they suspect something else? The kids could outsmart her any days now. She sighed, "Ara, it's your turn to read tonight. Do you want to read your book?"

Ara's eyes sparkled, "Yes!" She ran to her room to get her book. Nuchi washed her hands, took off the apron and went to the couch to wait for Ara. 

"Come Gen. Let's sit and wait for Ara."

Gen obediently walked over and sit next to Nuchi. He kept glancing at her trying to wrap his head on her peculiar energy.  

Nuchi feels like Gen's a little uptight. "Gen, what's wrong?"

He darted his eyes away and replied. "Nothing." 

Ara ran back with her book and read to Nuchi and Gen. Her book was about the different clans among animals, conflict and friendships. Children has the best imagination and it is up to the adult to nurture those imagination. Nuchi did her best to support them to be their creative self. 

After tucking the children asleep, she got CEO Jaces' shirt ready for return. Although she dreads the thought of it, the consequences could be worse if she doesn't obey. Just the thought of it scares her.

The next day, Nuchi arrived at work. She checked in at her desk and did some works. Her plan was to go up during lunch hour, hoping the CEO would be away, so she could leave the shirt in his office without bumping into him.

We all are born with one gift or another. For Nuchi, she was born spiritually gifted and because of that, she shies away from people until she has no choice but interact with people and take a corporate job. 

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For the first time, his eyes shine of life as his heart pulsated at an abnormal rate. She wore a rhinestones flower shape hairband, her luscious silk wavy hairs flow like fresh spring water. Her eyes so pure and gentle like the turquoise sea and the smile that could only bring true life out of him. 

He broke free from the gathering fans and rushed across the street to chase after but a truck honked and drove through, separating him and the woman.

Rune's walk back to her house was rather long as she was figuring out all the possibilities to why Caspian was there, and why out of all the years she went there and never saw him there, She had to admit that he was a good looking young man. However she needed to remove those thoughts from her mind and figure out why he was there and what does he know that she does not know. 

Rune opened the door to her house and she was completely lost in her thoughts trying to piece together the puzzle. She went up the stairs and layed on her bed, the thoughts about Caspian were taking over and it annoyed her more than enything. She grunted in annoyance and made her way to shower. When she was finished with her shower she put on some comfy pajamas which were some black sweatpants and an oversized shirt. She was staring at herself in the mirror while brushing her hair.  She then headed to her bed. Rune pulled her cover and put her extra pillows on the floor next to her queen size bed. When she crawled into bed she reached for her book that she leaves on her nightsand, it was never a think book and some may not even call it a book considering the fact that it was just pictures. Graphic novels were Rune's thing, she would finish quick and by the next day she had another one on her nightstand waiting to be opened. There was a light knock on her door, she put the book down and walked to the door. When she opened the door she saw her father. Rune was closer with her father than her mother, Rune was not what her mother wanted her to be. Rune like neutral colors and her mother wanted her dressed in bright colors. Rune was never going to be a girly girl and that is what her mother wanted. When she was younger, she would fore her to dress a certain way even though Rune told her that she did not like it. Her father would see that it bothered her and tried to change the subject everytime her mother tried to force something on her. 

"How was school?" Her dad asked. Rune went to sit on her bed and allowed her dad to follow her into her room. " Great, all my exams are finally over and I can rest." Rune said with a cheerful smile. "I'm glad that you can finally rest and not stay up all night studying." It wasn't unusual to have late night conversations with her dad, he was her bestfriend and she always looked forward to the conversations.

The Middle of Us is about two people who meet accidentally in their safe havens. They are both longing to know what happiness feels like, they will both soon realize that they are able to find it within each other. Caspian is from a different dimension and he is soon brought to Rune’s safe haven. They are both connected to one another by a simple tulip.

"What the hell do you need a children's book for?" Fluorescent yelled, causing the other person at the end to move their phone away from their ears.
"I told you already: I have to give my 5-year-olds a story to read in front of the class tomorrow because of 'Fairy Tale Friday'!" Fredda, her sister, said back, rubbing her ear that was being yelled into.
"You don't have any at home?" Fluorescent screamed again, causing a passerby to scurry off in case she got mad and started yelling at them for staring at her. Fluorescent was well known for hurting feelings for not showing manners.
"We do. It was just that we needed a new one. They can't read one that they have already read. Messed up, I know, but it is understandable."
"What kind of book do you want me to get?" Fluorescent said, rubbing her temple so reduce her temper. She was also well known for getting into fights because of her temper. So far, she had been suspended once from school for fighting someone that pushed her, causing her to drop her food and handcuffed twice for beating the sh*t out of someone that crossed her.
"A book like 'The Paper Bag Princess' or 'The Little Prince' or something," Fredda said, walking to her son's room to make sure he was done with his homework.
"Those books are awfully wordy for five-year-olds to read-"
"I have told you already: my kids are in a private school! Sometimes their homework comes out of an encyclopedia. I wonder if grammar school was ever this difficult-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Give me a minute and I will swing by to give you the books because I am not going back again. You owe me-"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll CashApp you; just get the books and hurry before my children have to go to sleep because I have them read it to me before bed!" Fredda interrupted.
"Fine, Fred. Just be sure to give me my money soon because if you don't... you know what's coming for you. I have been in that kind of game for a long time," Fluorescent warned, dropping her voice down a few notches.
"I know. Just hurry."
After that entire conversation was over, Fluorescent got up from the park bench she was sitting on and walked to a bookstore that had a section for children.
Picking up the book " Goldilocks and the Three Bears" and flipping to the end to see how many pages it had, she realized that this book was starting to slightly fade away and then it faded back. She had to blink hard to see if she was seeing things. Instead of ending with that she gets away safely and stays away from them, it becomes blank.
In its place, it began to describe the horrors of eating her flesh and drizzling her blood over their porridge. And included graphic pictures.
In disgust, Fluorescent dropped the book, which, despite being dropped spine up, ended up flipped over, open to the beginning of the book.
That wasn't the best part. The best part was that the image began to swirl and she began to see a real-life image of a little girl, mischievously skipping to a cottage in the middle of a forest cover in thick canopies and the only sound able to be heard was the little girl's off-tune version of Mozart.
Next thing Fluorescent knew, was that she was being sucked into the book, and darkness developed over her eyes.

"I am normal, much like you. I am able to go into children's books and fight the villains. However, they are not normal villains. Angry. Hungry, Bloodthirsty villains. Sometimes the main character is the actual villain. But children don't know that now do they?"

23-year-old Fluorescent Miller was at a children's book store when she learned that she could enter the books. She also learned that the book that they put on the shelves is just a caramel-coated version. The real versions are much more gruesome. Goldilocks? They kill her and put her in the new porridge that they make. Cinderella? The sister that marries the prince has the other sisters and mother served at a later banquet as entrees. The Three Little Pigs? The wolf kills two of the brothers and makes the third one eat them; he then proceeds to rape, kill, and eat the pig. Little Red Riding Hood?  The wolf eats the meat off of her bones and knocks out the hunter to do 'things' to him with her bones. Rapunzel? She was the real witch and lured princes there to grab and her hair and climb to her where she would eat them and make soup for her mother out of their bones. The list goes on and on. Her job is to make sure that the stories themselves remain in control so that they remain safe enough to stay on the shelves. 
But it gets worse. Not only can she go in children's books, but she can also go into adult horror books. She makes sure that the main character doesn't die so the book isn't meaningless. Including books like Slenderman and Annabelle. mainly Stephen King books.
Will she make it?

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