Do you believe in second chances?

How about love at first sight?True love? Letting go?

Love never dies? or manhid manhiran love?

This story shows what really GREAT love is. Love is a powerful thing in the world, it change everything. But how would you know if that person is the one who is really meant for you? 

if you already lost that person? 

Or if the person is no longer yours..

thoughts , quotes and short stories you may want to look up on .

Hope you all refresh your mind and have a great day ahead !

Teng Man Rui visited the Chen dream house upon the invitation of the madame. She obliged, thinking that it would probably be for the last time.
"It seems that you've made up your mind." Xue Jinxu observed how steadfast her friend's resolution appeared. 
"Mhmm… Yes." Teng Man Rui answered, smiling sincerely.
After their long, painful misunderstanding, the two best friends Xue Jinxu and Teng Man Rui slowly mended their friendship. It required hard work, but the two were willing to undergo the necessary process.
No matter how awkward it was, they began alternately contributing to the emotional bank that their friendship needed for it to grow and flourish to its old glory.
Teng Man Rui started by sending baskets of freshly picked fruits to Xue Jinxu's house. At first, Xue Jinxu thought that Chen Linyun bought it, but the man denied it.
"No, I hadn't been to the market lately." The husband denied and refused to take on the credit that wasn't his.
Then, one time while he visited the pregnant twin, Xue Minhe mentioned in passing some suggestions for classes which soon-to-be parents could optimize. Some included labor rehearsals, and everything to know about pregnancy. Xue Minhe even came with a complete list.
The list made Xue Jinxu instantly suspicious. How would her twin brother know so much about it? 
"Did you research it all by yourself?" Xue Jinxu narrowed her eyes at her brother, a hint of a mischievous smirk was on her lips.
The twin brother, not wanting to lie to his only sister, reluctantly retorted, "Some months ago, my ex-wife and I prepared this list. I thought it would be more of a waste to keep it to myself and cling to it, or just throw it, when it can be beneficial to you."
"Ahhh… Great explanation, Ge-ge. I see." Eyebrows raised, she nodded, unconvinced. She laughed heartily after her statement.
Xue Jinxu did not lack on her end as well.
To prove that she's open for reconciliation, Xue Jinxu often sent text messages of good, inspiring quotes to Teng Man Rui. The lady thought that it was such a perfect idea to reconnect because sending those quotes would not require a response at all.
She continued to do it without expecting a response in return, but Teng Man Rui would almost always respond with a smiley or a simple thanks.
Those modest actions kept the ball rolling.
Until one day, Xue Jinxu stopped all the pretense and circuitous act. She straightforwardly invited her best friend to her house. With her personality, she would rather proactively confront her friend no matter what the consequences are. However, she had hoped for their encounter to turn out well.
Teng Man Rui obliged, "Okay, there's something I want to tell you as well. It would be better to meet up in person."
And so, they met. It was during the second week of September.
"Autumn is almost here." Xue Jinxu started tentatively.
The maids served some fruit juice and bread. The two friends started to warm up with each other. They exchanged some more small talks and pleasantries.
After all the trivialities, Teng Man Rui finally broke her news to her. "En. As the seasons change, I plan to start anew too."
"That's great, Xiao Rui." Xue Jinxu timidly agreed without pressing too much. However, her curiosity was beyond the roof.
"I've been undergoing therapy lately. You know… To… To cope up with the harrowing events that happened to me recently." She paused, took a breather, and smiled. The topic was all too sensitive for her. It took her to muster her courage to talk about it to anyone openly.
Then, she continued, "My therapist advised me to start afresh and try something new – something that is not part of my daily routine before."
"That's what exactly I would be doing. Actually, I'm excited about it! Hehehe." Her eyes formed small arches as her façade was engulfed with enthusiasm.
Teng Man Rui relayed some more of her optimistic plans to Xue Jinxu, the latter attentively listening and only butting in with 'Ahhh' and 'I see' and 'sounds good'.
During their conversation, Xue Jinxu had been feeling some sort of pain in her belly, but she shrugged it off thinking that it's tolerable and even short-lived. She kept silent about it with a plastered smile on her attentive-looking face so that it would not disrupt the jovial atmosphere they were enjoying.
As Teng Man Rui ended relaying her plans, the two best of friends talked about their childhood and the happy memories they spent during their teens.
They both sighed contentedly, both with the awareness that after a few years they would find themselves in a situation wherein they wouldn't be able to fathom how fate would play tricks on them. Their young selves would never have imagined – no matter how creative they were – all the possibilities of how real life has just unfolded for both of them.
Regardless of how painful their experiences were, here they were, still friends, enduring, emerging triumphant no matter what storm they had to go through. Their friendship is strong and resilient, too. 
True love proves to be everywhere, not just between family members but with friends, too. 
Perhaps, there would come a time in the future when they would be able to laugh off all their silliness and foolishness and all the painful memories of the present time, looking back.
---
Teng Man Rui eventually left. They bid their farewells, and a promise of a reunion in the future no one knows exactly when.
The lady exchanges their well-wishes for the lives they chose, and prayers for good health and prosperity.
As soon as Teng Man Rui left, the pain in Xue Jinxu's abdomen grew stronger. Her knees wobbled, and she proactively leaned on the doorway to support herself. She stayed there for a good while since she's not quite sure if she could reach the couch safely on her own.
Her forehead and back started to sweat profusely now. Grabbing the doorway's post tightly, she attempted to shout for help.
The maids heard her and went swiftly to her rescue. They supported her by the elbows and back and towed her slowly towards the couch.
She panted heavily as she requested for her mobile phone. The maids around her searched for it vigorously and passed it on to her as soon as they found it.
She was able to send two messages successfully before she passed out.


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 “Alright.”
“I better go now. I’ll be fine on my own now.” She grinned again while fixing her hair, tucking it neatly under the cap and turning up the hood to cover half of her face. Her guise was complete. She knew that she would pass as a boy with her current look. So she uncaringly opened the door. With one last smile she thanked him again and left.
Just like that.
Chen Linyun’s peace and quiet has been perturbed.
‘Take responsibility, somehow.’ He said in his mind, to the girl who just left, eyes glimmering.
He gazed darkly at her fading silhouette but did not do anything anyway.
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Chen Linyun had spend the night together in a dorm room with a drunken girl he had mistaken for a boy when he was still eighteen years old during his sophomore year in the university. Little did he know this short encounter will leave a mark in him, unable to let go of this woman who disappeared after that night. He was head-over-heels and had vowed to search for her in every part of the earth.

Five years later, they met again, but the woman he once knew wasn't the same as she was before. Just after a few years, she became a domineering leader of her own empire.

With his own charm, his adventure to chase the girl and convince her of his love starts in this story. 

It's a reverse role that the MC is a bit soft and domesticated but smart, while the FC is the strong-willed one - playful and teasing.


Excerpt 2:
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“Deal.”
Chen Linyun stood up. “One more thing.” He grabbed her hand that was resting on the table. He gently guided it for her to stand up. She followed her lead and stood up, confused.
The next thing she knew, she was enveloped in his warm embrace. “I missed you.”
She blushed. She tried to push him away. 
His left hand was cradling the back of her head while his right hand secured her lower back. She was held tightly in his embrace.
“Just a little longer.”
She was helpless. “I’ll sue you for harassment.”
“You wouldn’t do that.” He finally released her and stared at her blushing face.
 “This time I won’t leave your side.”
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"There's still something missing." Chris said thoughtfully. "We're still missing something. I mean after hearing the story of Mr Crouch, he doesn't strike me as a person who'll help someone out of generosity. So why's he so worried about Bertha Jorkins?"
"I also found out something interesting there." Sirius said, looking impressed by Chris. "When I was looking through the Daily Prophet news, I saw Bagman blustering on about how bad Bertha's memory is. I thought, maybe she's changed since I knew her, but the Bertha I knew wasn't forgetful at all — quite the reverse. She was a bit dim, but she had an excellent memory for gossip. It used to get her into a lot of trou­ble; she never knew when to keep her mouth shut."
"Then what happened to her?" Hermione asked.
"I did a little bit digging about Bertha, and his carrier after Hogwarts." Sirius said. "You won't believe what I found out. According to few Ministry employees, Bertha's memory was suddenly effected when she returned from a vacation. Everyone thought maybe she had an some kind of accidents."
"That can happen to anyone. What's surprising in that?" Harry said blankly.
"Here the surprise is, guess she was working for whom, that time?" Sirius asked.
"Mr Crouch." Chris and Hermione said at once.
"Exactly. She was working with Crouch that time. I thought about it, Bertha loosing memory when she was under Crouch and after her disappearance Crouch's personal effort to look for her, there have to be a connection somewhere."
"There's no coincidence in Wizarding world." Chris said seriously. "There must be some connection. I can think of only one thing which can effect a persons memory that badly in Wizarding world."
"Memory charm." Hermione answered. "What if someone put a memory charm on her and Mr Crouch knew about it."
"I was thinking the same." Chris said.
"I agree, that's the only possibility." Sirius sighed. "Bertha was always nossy, so maybe she knew something confidential and Crouch is trying to save the secret. But he's ill now, even not coming to the Ministry office anymore, doesn't sound like him though; but the truth is there is no sign of him. He's giving orders to Ron's brother, what's his name.. Percy. Yes, I saw him at the Ministry working for Crouch."
There was a strong silence.
"Listen I'm telling this to you because I want you to be more careful now on." Sirius continued. "Chris, I saw when the Dragon attacked the stands, I was there. I tried to reach but you were quick that's a good thing. But it was not normal for a dragon so I want each one of you to be more careful until the end of the tournament."
The four of them nodded.
"Very well then. Let's have some butterbeer on three broomsticks, what do you say?" Sirius grinned.
And all of them set off to three broomsticks.
"How are you doing with your second task Harry?" Sirius asked. "Solved the golden egg?"
"I reckon I've got a pretty good idea what it's about now," Harry said.
"Well done." Sirius grabbed his shoulder. "Then I must say, you inherited Lily's intelligence."
"...er..." Harry looked embarrassed. "What about Dad?"
"James." Sirius smiled. "He was brave, great Quidditch player but our brains were always in trouble making."
They all entered three broomsticks.
"Madam Rosmerta!" Sirius roared.
"Black." She smiled and came towards them.
"How are you? You're still as beautiful as the last time I saw you." Sirius said and kissed her hand.
"Oh stop it. Go and find a table. I'm sending the drinks for you all." She grinned and went back.
All five of them sat on a corner table. Sirius was telling them stories of his school days. 
"And one time, me and James went to fight the Giant Squid." Sirius said laughing. "We were in third year that time. Remus was so angry when he found out. We lied, saying we were interested to see the mermaids...." he continued. "And so many times Lily caught us sneaking around the castle at night. We used to hid under James's invisibility cloak after that."
"Hello, Mr Black." Fred and George came.
"How are you boys?" Sirius asked fondly. "Heard about your new invention. Truly inspiring."
Fred and George sat and to everyone's surprise confessed that they were trying to sell their inventions, and that's why they were writing to Bagman.
"Why didn't you asked me?" Sirius said seriously. "I can talk to Zonko. But I suggest you to open your own shop. Create your own thing."
"That's a great idea Mr Black but...." before George finished an unpleasant voice interrupted.
"Mr Black." 
It was Rita Skeeter. 
"How lovely!" She beamed at them. "How about a interview? You and Harry..."
"I wouldn't come near you with a ten-foot broomstick," said Harry furiously. "What did you do that to Hagrid for, eh?"
Rita Skeeter just reminded them about Hagrid. Hermione, Chris, Ron and Harry all of them were glaring at her. Rita Skeeter raised her heavily penciled eyebrows.
"Our readers have a right to the truth, Harry. I am merely doing my ..." she tried to come close to their table.
"Who cares if he's half-giant?" Harry shouted. "There's nothing wrong with him!"
The whole pub had gone very quiet. Madam Rosmerta was star­ing over from behind the bar, apparently oblivious to the fact that the flagon she was filling with mead was overflowing.
Rita Skeeter's smile flickered very slightly, but she hitched it back almost at once; she snapped open her crocodile-skin handbag, pulled out her Quick-Quotes Quill, and said, "How about giving me an interview about the Hagrid you know, Harry? The man be­hind the muscles? Your unlikely friendship and the reasons behind it. Would you call him a father substitute?"
"This is forth time I'm telling you Rita," Sirius got up smiling but that smile wasn't really friendly one. "I'm Harry's Godfather and I don't want you to be around him. And about that interview, you're a capable women, you can write about anyone, without taking their interview. Isn't it like this always?"
Rita Skeeter narrowed her eyes.
"I tell the truth Mr Black. It's my job." She said coldly.
"Your job?" Chris got up. "What is it? Making stories about people? Writing fictions on news paper?"
"You don't know me little girl, you've no idea what I can do." Rita Skeeter said grinning.
"If you're thinking to write about me again, then go on." Chris folded her hand in front her chest. "Let me tell you something Miss Skeeter, I don't give a damn what you write about me."
Rita Skeeter glared at Chris, she didn't take her eyes off.
"I don't know about you, Rita but we all have our lives to think about, you see, we all are really busy." Sirius said and signed them to follow him out.
They all got up and followed Sirius out one by one. Many people were staring at them as they went. Chris glanced back as they reached the door. Rita Skeeter's Quick-Quotes Quill was out; it was zooming backward and forward over a piece of parchment on the table.
"Now you lot back to castle before she grabs any of you." Sirius said hugging Harry once more. "And take care."

"We're going to Hagrid's." Chris said as they entered the castle grounds. "That's enough, Hagrid isn't hiding anymore! That Skeeter can't control our lives. First that new Professor and now this Rita Skeeter. I'd enough."
Chris, Harry, Ron and Hermione ran through the grounds to Hagrid's cabin.
The curtains were still drawn, and they could hear Fang barking as they approached.
"Hagrid!" Chris shouted, pounding on his front door. "Ha­grid, that's enough! We know you're in there!Nobody cares if your mum was a giantess, Hagrid! If you're not going to open this time I'm going to break it. We need our Care of Magical Creatures teacher back. You can't avoid us...."
The door opened. "Anymore!" Chris completed and then stopped, very suddenly, because she had found herself face-to-face, not with Hagrid, but with Albus Dumbledore.
"Good afternoon," he said pleasantly, smiling down at them.
"Professor.... er.... we wanted to see Hagrid," said Chris, while thinking she just threatened Hagrid in front of Dumbledore.
"Yes, I surmised as much," said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. "Why don't you come in?"
"Umm... okay." Chris said and she, Hermione, Ron and Harry went into the cabin; Fang launched him­self upon Chris the moment she entered, barking madly and trying to lick her face. Chris hugged him fondly and looked around.
Hagrid was sitting at his table, where there were two large mugs of tea. He looked a real mess. His face was blotchy, his eyes swollen, and he had gone to the other extreme where his hair was con­cerned; far from trying to make it behave, it now looked like a wig of tangled wire.
"Hi, Hagrid," said Harry.
Hagrid looked up.
" 'Lo," he said in a very hoarse voice.
"More tea, I think," said Dumbledore, closing the door behind, drawing out his wand, and twiddling it; a revolving tea tray appeared in midair along with a plate of cakes. Dumbledore magicked the tray onto the table, and everybody sat down. Fang jumped into Chris's lap, Chris scratched him, looking at Dumbledore. There was a slight pause, and then Dumbledore said, "Did you by any chance hear what Miss Norton was shouting, Hagrid?"
"I wasn't really going to break the door." Chris whispered.
Dumbledore smiled at her and continued, "They still seem to want to know you, judging by the way they were attempting to break down the door."
"Of course we still want to know you!" Harry said, staring at Hagrid. "You don't think anything that Skeeter cow — sorry, Pro­fessor," he added quickly, looking at Dumbledore.
"I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry," said Dumbledore, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the ceiling.
"Er — right," said Harry sheepishly. "I just meant — Hagrid, how could you think we'd care what that — woman — wrote about you?"
Two fat tears leaked out of Hagrid's beetle-black eyes and fell slowly into his tangled beard.
"Living proof of what I've been telling you, Hagrid," said Dum­bledore, still looking carefully up at the ceiling. "I have shown you the letters from the countless parents who remember you from their own days here, telling me in no uncertain terms that if I sacked you, they would have something to say about it .."
"Not all of 'em," said Hagrid hoarsely. "Not all of 'em wan' me ter stay."
"All of the people in school don't like me much either, do they?" Chris said still patting Fang. "If you're going to think about the people like Malfoy then I don't know what to say. Weren't you the one, who told me and Hermione that there is nothing wrong to be muggle-borns? Now you're hiding in this cabin for the same reason."
"Yeh — yeh're not half-giant!" said Hagrid croakily. "That's different."
"So what Hagrid?" Chris said angrily. "We don't know who your mother was. We just know you and I feel that's enough for me. You're the person who loves every creature and never hurt anyone. No matter what people think you're the best Care of Magical Creatures teacher for us."
"Yes. Come back and teach, Hagrid," said Hermione quietly, "please come back, we really miss you."
Hagrid gulped. More tears leaked out down his cheeks and into his tangled beard.
Dumbledore stood up. "I think Miss Norton told you everything I was asking you to understand. So I refuse to accept your resignation, Hagrid, and I expect you back at work on Monday," he said. "You will join me for breakfast at eight-thirty in the Great Hall. No ex­cuses. Good afternoon to you all."
Dumbledore left the cabin, pausing only to scratch Fang's ears. When the door had shut behind him, Hagrid began to sob into his dustbin-lid-sized hands.
"C'mon Hagrid, Chris punched Malfoy for you and got detention." Ron said. "Can I have one of these cakes, Hagrid?"
Hagrid looked up, "Help yerself" he said to Ron then looked at Chris. "Yeh shouldn't 've Chris."
"It's alright. I don't get detention much. Now tell me are you going to face the world confidently or still going to hide here for rest of your life?" Chris said.
"Great man, Dumbledore … great man …" said Hagrid, wiping his eyes on the back of his hand. "Ar, he's righ', o' course — yeh're all righ' … I bin stupid … my ol' dad woulda bin ashamed o' the way I've bin behavin'. …" More tears leaked out, but he wiped them away more forcefully, and said, "Never shown you a picture of my old dad, have I? Here …"
Hagrid got up, went over to his dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a picture of a short wizard with Hagrid's crinkled black eyes, beaming as he sat on top of Hagrid's shoulder. Hagrid was a good seven or eight feet tall, judging by the apple tree beside him, but his face was beardless, young, round, and smooth — he looked hardly older than eleven.
Chris smiled seeing the picture.

"Your daughter is a witch, Mr Norton."
"A what?"

A perfectly normal girl's world turns upside down when she was informed that she is a witch and she will attend the Wizarding school Hogwarts. 

A story of a muggle-born witch who has to face the problems created by the dark lord and many more unknown dangers. 

Her journey is much more than any other student. She is specially chosen for something. Join her and see the Magical world from her point of view.



Disclaimer: Jk Rowling owns the Original Harry Potter series.  I don't.

P.S: This is my first time writing a novel.

Chu Feng sat cross-legged on the ground while wearing the silver bracelet. There was an extremely small child currently hanging in front of his chest; he was clutching his collar formed from soul light as he fought Chu Feng to the death and was thoroughly anxious.
"Return my black talisman paper back to me! Innumerable Deity! Amitabha, I, the Little Daoist, am going to stake it all with you!"
This scene was somewhat amusing. A small fellow who had yet to be born was fighting with Chu Feng. He was grabbing onto the collar of his soul armor with fire shooting out of his eyes as he wished he could flip Chu Feng over.
This damned child was wildly kicking about with his small legs and grappling with his small hands. He looked like he was climbing a mountain with how he grabbed with his hands and kicked with his legs as he tormented Chu Feng. He grabbed the collar of Chu Feng's soul armor and wouldn't let go no matter what. His eyes had turned red.
"Motherf*cker! You're too shameless for raiding me! No one has ever dared to scheme against me in two generations. This is the first time I became a cropper and you even became my father?!"
There was no doubt that he was awfully angry and wanted to tear Chu Feng apart!
Ying Zhexian and Qin Luoyin were dumbstruck as they watched what was happening. With their cultivation and temperaments, they too were stunned at this moment. This child was fighting his father to the death and was currently having a row with him?
"I really don't understand children nowadays. They matured too early. I can tell with one look that this is an unfilial child. How old is he to be starting a fight with his own father?" The silver-haired little lolita assumed the look of an old and decrepit person as she feigned being reserved while she lamented. She wasn't the slightest bit aware that she too fell in this category.
After the Little Daoist heard this, he really was extremely recalcitrant. It was as though his heart had caught fire because he had restrained that depressed breath of air since before he had been reincarnated. One could say that this depressed air had crossed through from one lifetime to another.
Now that he finally found the true culprit, it was as though an oil well had encountered a raging inferno. His soul light was about to boil!
"What do you understand? Do you know how abominable he is? He owes a huge karma to me!" shouted the Little Daoist. Unfortunately, his voice was too delicate and it lacked the viscosity of hatred.
Ouyang Feng grinned as he watched from the sidelines and felt that this was too strange. A bean sprout who was still in his mother's womb was fighting with his father. It really was interesting.
"Elder Brother-in-Law, I pity you. The child in your family is too naughty! There's only one way to deal with this kind of little devil and that is to beat him! There is a well-put proverb that says that such a damned child will scale the roof to tip the tiles if you don't beat him for one day!"
Motherf*cker! This Little Daoist almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Who would know of his pain? He wasn't free from worry as he walked the path of reincarnation since someone suddenly snuck an attack on him from behind and stole his most valuable treasure before throwing him into the Reincarnation Cave. Yet someone was calling him naughty, a little devil, needs a spanking, and will scale the roof to tip the tiles? How preposterous!
"Get down! Don't cause trouble!" Qin Luoyin voiced up as she berated the Little Daoist. From her point of view, Chu Feng was the Little Daoist's father no matter what. Even if he hadn't taken care of the child before this, the Little Daoist couldn't attack his father upon meeting, either.
Could it be that this child was venting his anger on her behalf? She was clearly thinking too much!
The Little Daoist was in grief and indignant; he looked up at the sky and wanted to cry. Motherf*cker! They were bullying him too much. He couldn't even rely on this biological mother since she stood on this evil hearted old man's side during such a crucial moment.
"Do you guys know how much karma he has with me? This really… is infuriating to this Grandfather Daoist!" The Little Daoist was lifting Chu Feng's collar. His small face was really flushed from excitement and fury. His body was even shaking as he wanted to rip him open to the very end!
Naturally, it was precisely because he had stifled this anger for two generations that he didn't speak of the matter clearly in the first instance and couldn't say all of it.
As such, those few people beside him didn't know what was going on.
"He's your father!" said the silver-haired little lolita as she blinked with her large eyes.
"You're being disobedient to your parent." Qin Luoyin was lecturing him too.
Chu Feng finally spoke and he had somewhat of a guilty conscience. Regardless, he never would've thought that that raid of his had implicated this karmic stake. That terrible Daoist had reincarnated and became his son!
He drily coughed; he wasn't angry but rather he had a pleasant countenance. He consoled Qin Luoyin and Ying Xiaoxiao at the same time and told them not to get angry and for them not to scare the child.
"He's still young. What are you guys doing? What a good child. You're not allowed to speak badly of him," Chu Feng gently said.
Qin Luoyin had a peculiar thought in her mind and felt that this adversary, this enemy, and this person she once had an intimate relationship with wasn't that hateful, either. He actually had such a good temper and was… really good toward a child!
Ying Xiaoxiao's large eyes shone as she said, "As expected, Elder Brother-in-Law is tolerant. It's no wonder he is the person paired up with my Elder Sister in cultivation. My biological mother who is a Great Master of the Palace Combat Technique will definitely acknowledge him."
Ying Zhexian viciously glared at her, but she also expressed her appreciation towards Chu Feng's gentle manner. He was very tolerant towards a child; his words and actions were appropriate, too.
The Little Daoist almost spat out blood with how the people present admired Chu Feng in this manner. He was stomping about on Chu Feng's body as he wanted to fight this main culprit as though his life depended on it to the very end.
They were really bullying him too much! A victim like him was incredibly sullen, yet his father was clearly placating him just because he felt guilty. As a result of that, he was reflected as an elegant and good father in the eyes of that group of people. Was there any justice left?!
"Ah, Pfft…" He really spat out a mouthful of soul blood.
"This child really gets excited easily. He's even spat out blood. Save a few more sentences between the both of you. Come, Great Nephew. Don't cry. Old Uncle will love you dearly," said Ouyang Feng.
The Little Daoist was filled with grief and indignation; he felt that he was incredibly wronged. A bird carrying a black pot on his back was also benefiting at his expense. There was no way for him to live in such ways of the world.
"Child, it's okay. I like you very much. We will definitely be a good father-son pair in the future. We'll defeat everyone and be paragons of the whole world," Chu Feng consoled the Little Daoist.
This was practically a compassionate father and he had an extremely forgiving heart. He was having a heart-to-heart chat with his son who was being disobedient to his parents in such a kind manner that even Ying Zhexian and Qin Luoyin secretly nodded as they watched him.
But the Little Daoist wasn't letting go of Chu Feng's collar and was still grabbing onto it even more as he wanted to fight him to the very end!
Chu Feng was being too shameless. He knew that this old man's heart was like a mirror and was clear about everything. As a result of that, he was going to act in the form of a compassionate father to the very end in such an admirable, honorable, and proper way.
This evil hearted old man didn't say a word about the matter that happened on the Reincarnation Road. Motherf*cker! As expected, he could only live such a good life by being evil hearted and thick-skinned; he even dared to run on the Reincarnation Road and was a womanizer in the real world.
The Little Daoist was indignant. This old man could only live so comfortably because he lacked morality far too much. He could leap and frisk about in all parts of the world? This was unreasonable!
"Child, don't get excited. Let us both have a heart-to-heart talk. The world is so big, yet it is not as big as our hearts. Look at the starry sea in the universe. The milky way turned into smoke and dust in a snap throughout time. It isn't all that great. What can't we put down in our hearts between the both of us?" Chu Feng continued speaking in an amiable manner as he enlightened the Little Daoist here.
Ying Zhexian and Qin Luoyin had peculiar gazes in their eyes as they stood to the side as though it was the first time they got to know Chu Feng. They saw that he was able to accomplish his current successes because there was a universe hidden in his bosom and it wasn't just by a fluke.
The silver-haired little lolita blinked with her large eyes; they were glistening and dazzling as she shouted, "Elder Brother-in-Law, you really are a visionary and have foresight. You can definitely pass my old father's trial with ease, too. He loves people with bold visions the most."
Pfft!
The Little Daoist spat out a mouthful of soul blood once more. He had experienced the shamelessness of this dark hearted old fellow once more. So be it that he was feeding him motivational quotes that served the opposite purpose
He really was shameless! So be it if he covered up his crimes, but he was teasing beauties on the way. This father… really was a good-for-nothing!
Ouyang Feng took graceful swan strides with the black turtle shell on his back as he said, "This Great Nephew really gets excited more easily than the norm. He's always vomiting blood. It's a little difficult to raise him. Let me read his fortune. His glabella is black; there will be a calamity of blood light today."
The Little Daoist really wanted to roast this bird; he had returned what he previously said back to him.
"Don't say it like that. What a good child." Chu Feng hugged the Little Daoist and gently patted him on the back. There was no doubt that he showed a compassionate expression to the very end.
"Ah pfft…" The Little Daoist coughed out blood again as he grabbed onto Chu Feng's collar to start a fight with him. His annoyance and anger was at its peak.
After that, the few people surrounding them started advising and chiding him. Even his biological mother wasn't standing on his side.
"Innumerable Deity, Amitabha Buddha! All of you, shut up! I, the Little Daoist, want to start from the very beginning and expose everything to its very end for you guys to judge between right and wrong!"
The Little Daoist disregarded everything. He didn't even want to hide and tuck the Reincarnation Road with an extraordinary amount of hidden secrets away. He wanted to say it all out because he was at the peak of his anger.
"Child, let me teach you a segment of a breathing technique that can calm you down and not cause your mind to be disordered when you encounter a situation. That is because whatever humans say and whatever decision they make out of anger are unwise and reckless. A huge obstacle in cultivation is to temper one's heart," said Chu Feng.
He was reminding yet threatening him not to divulge the secrets of the end of reincarnation?
The Little Daoist was furious. Things had reached this point, yet his evil hearted father was still feeding him motivational quotes that served the opposite purpose, so he was inclined to expose everything to the end!
"Let me tell you guys how much suffering the Little Daoist has in his heart. I once rebuked heaven and earth too and had the natural endowments of a deity. But he suddenly snuck an attack on me when I was walking on the Reincarnation Road and snatched my talisman paper fortune and I was abandoned in the Reincarnation Cave…"
The Little Daoist had a very nimble mouth that resembled fried beans that crackled. He used the briefest words to clearly narrate the karma of what happened from beginning to end.
The group of people felt dizzy. Chu Feng dressed up as god but played the devil at the end of the Reincarnation Road… Then he sat together with a clay idol to intercept an opportunity to collect toll fares?
They were flabbergasted because this was just like Arabian Nights!
The Little Daoist was anxious. This wasn't the main point. The main point was that this dark hearted father's despicable behavior. He was a motherf*cking bully! This mouthful of anger had followed him across to two lifetimes and he had held it back for far too long. He was about to sustain internal injuries because of that. He had met the main culprit today with much difficulty and discovered that he was the evil person who had used underhanded means on him at that time. But on the contrary, he was being bullied to the point where he wanted to vomit blood. Was there any justice left in this world?!
"Does that mean you reincarnated and intentionally became Chu Feng's son in order to seek revenge and settle your accounts with him?" asked the silver-haired little lolita as she blinked with her large eyes.
The Little Daoist coughed out blood and even his thoracic cavity hurt. What were they paying attention to? The areas of interest that both parties were focused on weren't aligned at all!
"Great Nephew, you really have perseverance and willpower. You are so ruthless on yourself because you stubbornly reincarnated into Great Demon Chu's family in order to snatch the black colored talisman paper back. You became his son in order to seek revenge. How ruthless of you!"
The Little Daoist couldn't stand it at all this time; this large black bird and the silver-haired little lolita had angered him to the point his liver hurt. It went dark before his eyes and he almost passed out.
He had said so much and had revealed the hidden secrets of the Reincarnation Road and voiced what he wished to keep secret, yet it was equivalent to speaking in vain? Couldn't these people understand his grievance and him redressing the injustice he was facing so that they could judge between right and wrong?
Where was this subject going so far askew to?!
"Who said I purposely reincarnated into their family? If I knew about it, I would want to avoid it even if I had to be beaten to death!" The Little Daoist had no choice but to defend himself. He felt that the depressed air around him was getting even stronger.
"What a coincidence. You became my Elder Brother-in-Law's son?" The silver-haired little lolita had her doubts and clearly didn't believe him.
"He is my greatest enemy. Is there something wrong with me? Was I searching for my own misery that I had to be reincarnated into their family in such a hurry?" The Little Daoist was grieving and indignant.
Even he too felt depressed when he talked about all these.
He was originally sullen enough already. The person who mounted a sneak attack on him even became his biological father. This was where he found it most unbearable. His soul blood boiled and he couldn't accept this!
"Dark hearted and thick-skinned scoundrel! I, the Little Daoist, am going to stake it all with you!" In the end, he pounced forward and fought Chu Feng with the intent to fight him to the very end.
"Stop!" said Chu Feng.
"What else is there left for you to say?" The Little Daoist was indignant.
"There's nothing else I can say." Chu Feng was very calm as he sat there with his legs crossed and said, "I only want to tell you that I'm your father and you're my son. We're father and son. Come. Sit down!"
"Aiyoh! Dang it! You arrogant Innumerable Deity!" The Little Daoist was hopping mad because Chu Feng's brief words were equivalent to releasing a supreme law that suppressed him to the point where he had no choice but to take a laissez-faire attitude.
Chu Feng was certainly his father, so nature enabled Chu Feng to control him. Was it possible that he really had to get rid of this biological father who knew no shame at all? There was simply no way around it.
It was evident that his thick-skinned and dark hearted father had already seen through this point a long time ago. The little Daoist almost spat out all of his soul blood as Chu Feng now unleashed his "great move" in a very calm manner and used his identity to keep him under control.


To rise from defeat; to revive amidst the dissipation. 
As the vast oceans turn to dust and the thunder and lightning fade away,
That strand of spiritual mist once again approaches our great world. 
With the shackles that bound our world now severed—
A whole new world of mystery and wonder awaits, 
As we turn the corner...
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The Sacred Ruins
Is a story set in a post-apocalyptic world. A world that has recovered to a state that is roughly equal to our own world in terms of technology and culture, although its ancient history remains largely unknown. The story begins during the post-graduation trip of our protagonist, where he discovers some ancient ruins and witnesses “the great change”, an upheaval that changed everything. The changing earth not only brought about new, unexplored landscape but also sparked the evolution of all organisms. Plants and animals started gaining sentience and some humans obtained unimaginable powers. The legends, myths, and tales of old seemed to have suddenly come to life as the earth entered a new era where beasts and men formed factions, explored new lands and ultimately struggled for supremacy.
We follow the MC as he grows from being an eccentric young man into a badass expert warrior while meeting other funny characters and forming brotherly bonds. We watch as he falls into just as much hilarious situations as he does perilous ones, all the while wondering and slowly discovering the mysteries of this world. Just why was the world destroyed in the first place? Who or what had triggered this earth-shattering “change”? What profundities lie behind the process of evolution? 
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Chen Dong is one of the top authors in the Chinese Qidian site and this particular novel has been number one on its monthly charts for several months straight. If you are looking for a funny and unique novel that is free from the cliches of reincarnation and cultivation, this might just be what you are looking for. The story develops quite slowly for the first ten chapters or so but becomes much better paced afterwards.
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Release Rate: 7 Chapters/Week

"It is painful to say goodbye to someone that you don't want to let go," Peter Cyrus's best friend said, walking in the room. "But it is more painful to ask someone to stay if you know they want to go."

"Enough with the quotes, Peter," Cyrus groaned, "But who said this?"

"Anonymous."

"Why are they always Anonymous? You're making them up, aren't you?"

"Not the point here. Come on, get up, "Peter said, pulling the covers off of his friend.

"Give me ten more minutes. I will get up," Cyrus pleaded.

"I have learned not to compromise with you, amigo. It's been two days. You got drunk and slept for two days. I am sure Mina is doing well and good. Look at you!" His friend was not looking like his old self, and Peter did not like it. After the breakup, Cyrus looked lost, haggard. He looked almost unrecognizable.

"I am hurting what do you want me to do?" He sniffed under the cover. Peter didn't know what to tell him.

"You loved her—you probably still do. I know if she were to come back, you'd accept her. No questions ask. Let's face it, friend, she moved on," Peter said, pulling out his phone to show him her latest posts.

Mina looked great. She was smiling and laughing with her friends, something she seldom did around him.

"I know how much she meant to you, but —this was not the life she wanted. You respected her choice, and you let her go. I am not saying you need to move on from her yet, but you need to connect with us. I love you. Your siblings and Blake. We are there for you."

"I know," Cyrus said as he fell into his friend's arms. "When will that pain go away? My chest feels heavy."

"I don't know man, cry all you want it's better to let it all out. You are going to be fine."

~~~

You are back and, you look alive. That's great, that's awesome, but we have a situation," Peter said, pacing around the room.

"What kind of situation? Peter! What kind of situation? You are scaring me, okay."

"Someone left with them," he blurted out.

"Someone left with— What?" Cyrus paused. He couldn't make sense of what Peter was saying. "Them? Who?"

"Tara, Tim, and Tyler."

"You're telling me this now? "You just let them take the kids?" 

"The lady had bodyguards with her all right. What was I supposed to do? He defended. "She said something about a guardian—yes, something about an adoptive mother."

"That's not right," Cyrus murmured.

 "You were adopted? How come I didn't know?"Peter asked. "What are you hiding from me?"

"After my parents died. My aunt has five children of her own. She put us up for adoption. There's nothing to hide. I told you."

"You have an aunt?" Peter asked. Unbelievable. "Well, how come she never came by?"

"She's my dad's older sister. I don't know. We survived without her, didn't we? That's not the point, okay."

"The point is."

"This woman, she claimed to be dad's friend. She adopted us, all four of us. I don't think another family would have taken us all, especially with the twins' condition. 

"They refused to foster the twins and I. And the family who was going to adopt Tara was moving to Denmark."

"That's good. Denmark, huh? I don't think you'd ever see your sister. She saved you," Peter said. "Has she been keeping in touch?"

"She usually sent money by Aunt Grace. She moved to France. She paid for my school tuition. She stopped after I graduated. She even sent me a letter, saying she was not going to come back and that we weren't going to hear from her anymore."

"I don't think she is a clean person. She might be running a dishonest organization. My guess, she wants you to run it to pay her back." Dios! How did he come to that conclusion?

"She didn't seem like the kind of person," Cyrus said, rolling his eyes. 

"How would you know? You only met this lady a few times before she left for France. Here, there is an address she told me to take you there," he handed him a sticky note. Oh, how Cyrus wished he could have beaten that fellow. Just how did they become friends?

"Peter!" 

~~~
Village Capoix—the houses looked elegant, pleasing to the eye, beautiful, the exterior design looked as if the houses covered in gold, not the kind of place they could afford to live.

"You know, there is a slight possibility that you are not entirely wrong," Cyrus commented as they got closer to their destination. "How does someone like her live in a place like that? She didn't look like she—"

She didn't look like one of those elites. The kind of person who had it all?" Peter said, "Well, it looks like she is pretty elite..."

"You mean rich?" Cyrus asked. "Rich would have been enough to describe her, you know."

"She may not have as much as Buffet, but  she seems pretty loaded to me."

"You are right about that." Cyrus pointed to a house ahead.

"Maybe she is not what I said she was," Peter said.

"She isn't. You—and your imaginations." 

~~~

A security guard came out, signaling Cyrus to roll down his window. "Afternoon," he smiled, "Do you have business here? Identification,  please." Cyrus still was unsure that the people who took his siblings was Mrs. Smith. "You haven't told me your purpose of being here," he reminded them as he took the ids. The security guard signaled him to wait as he verified their identity.

"I am Peter. Mrs. Smith knows why we are here. He's the one she was waiting on," Peter said.


"Sorry, sir," The security guard apologized.


"It's okay," Cyrus assured.


"Thank you," Peter said.


"You knew," Cyrus said in disbelief. "Why didn't you—what was all that for?" 

"I am sorry. But, Had I said, 'hey Cyrus, your adoptive mother is back. Well, she contacted me some time ago because the Aunt Grace you trusted so much had been lying to you and stealing your money."

"Aunt Grace did?"

"Let me finish," Peter said. "She was here the past two days, took care of you. She has the kids. You don't' have to worry.' Would you have left the house to look for them? You'd still be in bed, crying your sorrows away. And yes, your Aunt Grace did."

"God created you, especially for me," Cyrus smiled."Sometimes, I wonder how I 'd have survived without."

"Buried six feet underground. Leaving me a widowed husband." 

"You're too much. Thanks."

"You trust me too much."

"You won't wrong me."

"Flatteries!"

Why is it him?

I don’t even know why it’s him. You’re not him, you don’t have the right to ask. 

Mina broke up with Cyrus because he was too poor. Then came a beautiful, dazzling, rich woman to pick up the pieces. 

“I love you! Why is it so hard for you to believe that my love for you is sincere. Let me love you. I will make up for all the times you were not loved.”

Does love have to be tragic and forbidden to be beautiful? 

It can be as simple as it is but still is beautiful.

Because love itself is beauty.

if you can't tell I'm running out of names for chapters so I'm taking Monty python quotes

have a good night.

oh yeah forgot this I'm going to need chapter names pls I need them lol.

I also dont own anything except for what I made lol.
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" well well well wasn't that good mr bond " the broodmother was more or less dead on arrival to say the least 

" shut up stop quoting movies and take the body"  okay she's a real party pooper. well time to actually take control of the zerg start a brood kill a weak Kerrigan and have a nice time in pacific rim punching robots with kaiju hands.


as soon as I got in genetic info popped up and i was like okay I understand everthing now my brain quite literally exploded from the rush of information then I promptly healed it and went on my marry way so now I know the genetic info and the process of making zerg let's take control.

I plop an egg right next to me which gets a sound of " uhh" from another demon as we look around I look to see if I can find the psychic connection and there it is I take it and everthing stops the zerg all stop fighting and line like troops ready for war not like a feral bunch they just were.


I announce " we are going to take the other broods we are going to win the brood war and WE are going to kill the TRAITOR kerrigan".

well looks like broodmother memories are effecting my brain but whatever still true.

the zerg start going out to look for other zerg and overlords are spreading my connection with the zerg.

and the egg I laid hatched and out came a baby alduin cute little world eater.


as I spoke I said " hello there little one i need you to survive and live to kill one person two if you get lucky first Jim raynor he is an emotional crux for kerrigan and if you get lucky Kerrigan herself to.


with that a purple dragon flew away I made modifications to alduin he has a purple carapace and has an egg laying sac to boot he is a literal brood by himself and he's after one man so all should go well.

 now let's wait for starcraft 2 wing of liberty to start for Kerrigan to test a controlled environment and then kill her

 by that time I will make a unstoppable brood and get many resources to boot so now the waiting game.

" hey you in there you" what oh I forgot her well should have known " hey how you doing I'm the one in a spider looking body so you should be happy" as I said that she looked around and the said " dude you are in control of an army of murder aliens your brain was mush on the floor and you fine" aww she was worried that's nice " thank you for worrying that was so nice of you "
then the illusion was broken by a few words " no I thought you might go crazy and kill me".

as I wallowed in a corner I was soon found out and was then thought let's mass overlord and spread my control looks like I have 26 hatcheries let's make 93 overlords

 wait no my minerals no please no why was I so blinded by the power whyyyyyyyyyyyy.


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hey got this out and now I'm going to play hitman although I'm really bad at it I'm stuck in the tutorial because I go guns blazing when I need to go for the guard near the plane but yeah I rambled on for to long so bye and have a great day or night. ps I'm going to start adding more and more universe puns in lol

when you get reincarnated you usually go looking for a person when you get reincarnated as a monster you might go the same or get strong through hunting the weak but when are protagonist gets reincarnated he doesn't have a choice

"In every conceivable manner, the family is a link to our past, bridge to our future."
The sixteen-year-old Klaus Weber uttered this sentence smoothly to his friend sitting at the seat in front. Being the last students to stay in their classroom, the garbled noises from the schoolyard stood out to the two friends.
Sunset dyed their classroom orange.
Crows cawed somewhere outside as they flew.
There were several students in the tennis club practicing in the late evening, and Klaus could hear their shouts even from his class. If someone was to ignore this, the atmosphere surrounding Klaus and his friend could be considered quiet.
Klaus Weber. A first-year high schooler at the Yokoyama Ichi Academy. His ocean blue eyes were a distinct contrast to his neatly cropped dark hair. His diversions while at school? Getting together with friends and those who he considered family as often as he could. Participate in events with them and alike.
To someone like him, being alone without a friend, a family member to talk with was something he never wanted to experience again.
Speaking of which, the friend sitting in front of Klaus at the time was Akeno Aoi. With her thin eyes staring at Klaus indifferently, she brushed a few fingers over her other hand.
"That quote. Alex Haley, was it?"
"Correct!" A wide smile appeared on Klaus's face.
"Then, how about this one?"
Klaus coughed an exaggerated cough and straightened his sitting posture. "The family is the most important organization in time or eternity. Our purpose in life is to create for ourselves eternal family units."
"...Joseph Fielding Smith. That was a quote by Joseph Fielding Smith."
Once again, Klaus smiled at Aoi's correct response. He practically muttered those quotes a multitude of times to her, so it wasn't difficult to guess. As best friends, they were close, so it was hardly a chore for Aoi to remember the quotes and who had said them.
"I'd heard them for too many times. Pick a new quote. Choose one that's not related to family or anything of the sort," said Aoi. The words she spoke came out as monotone as ever. They lacked any ego or drive. While this was true, Aoi's eyes glinted with slight happiness every time Klaus brought up his list of quotes randomly.
But her expression was almost the same that no one noticed, not even Klaus.
"Hmm, you have a family of your own, Aoi. I was born an orphan, raised by my grandmother, and learned to do everything by myself."
"That was quite an exaggeration. I don't remember the last time you cleaned your room by yourself. In regards to sports, you're hopeless."
"Ugh... Don't bring those up!"
"There's only the two of us here," Aoi muttered as she ran her hand down her shoulder-length dark hair.
Aoi adjusted her glasses and then grabbed her schoolbag. Knowing she wanted to leave, Klaus did the same as well and swept his gaze over the classroom. Since both of them were on duty, they'd swept the floor and wiped the windows after their classmates left.
"Wait for me at the gate," ordered Aoi.
"Where are you going?"
"The staffroom. Just wait for me at the gate, Klaus."
With almost silent steps, Aoi walked away and turned into a corner in the corridor, leaving Klaus alone. Ah, he had forgotten. They had to return the keys to the storeroom. Klaus realized this and bit his lip.
Well, the boy was prone to forget things quickly.
On the ground floor, Klaus sauntered over to his shoe locker and pulled out his shoes. He had put a bit of strength into his pull without him realizing, and a white letter immediately fluttered before his eyes. It took a few moments before Klaus could register the object lying near his feet.
"Wait, did I..." Staring at the nameplate soldered onto the shoe locker's door, he shook his head. It was indeed his shoe locker.
"Hm." He quickly glanced left and right. Good, no one else was there at the moment! It would be unwise for him to wait any longer, and so, he picked the letter and hid it in his schoolbag.
Opening it in his room would be the best choice. Though, even after Klaus had resolved to this, his heart couldn't stop thumping against his chest.
"A love letter? It can't be, right?" He said to no one in particular.
He balked at the fact that he'd just received a love letter. That couldn't be it? He never had any experience with this sort of event before, so he had many doubts. No one would think of giving something like this to him. After all, a lot of girls he knew described him as annoying since he wouldn't stop coming up with quotes during conversations. He was self-aware of this.
Though by letting his negative thoughts took over, Klaus quickly concluded that the sender had mistaken his shoe locker for someone else's. Hence the reason why he found the letter first.
Wait, this didn't feel right as well.
It was late evening. Wouldn't it make more sense for the sender to place the letter in the early morning? Leaving it in the shoe locker for a whole night would surely trouble the sender more than he or she would've wanted. That person wouldn't be able to get a good night's sleep, thinking about it.
"Ah... but what do I know? If it does turn out that he or she got the wrong person, I'll just put it where it is supposed to be."
A simple plan, but common sense would tell him otherwise if he thought about it a few more times. There was a good chance that the intended person was someone he didn't know at all, if barely. Klaus proceeded to focus his line of thoughts in a different direction. Indeed, he quickly thought that the sender didn't get his shoe locker mixed up, that he was the intended person all along.
Standing by himself at the school gate, Klaus mentally made a list of the possible girls who had placed the letter in his shoe locker. Could it be the class's representative, Kitabayashi Arisu? Or perhaps his secret admirer was the student council's vice president, Fukutsuchi Emiko! No, this list had some girls that were out of his league. He had to trim it down.
"What's this about a love letter?"
"Wah!"
Aoi looked at Klaus with a steady gaze, neither curiosity nor puzzlement visible in her eyes. At least Klaus thought so when he saw her.
"Nothing... The family is one of nature's masterpieces!"
The quote came out of nowhere. Klaus put up a wry smile, somewhat contradicting himself. He was an open book to his best friend through and through.
"A quote by George Santayana. That aside, you're nervous. Did something happened while I was gone?"
Aoi didn't appear to be worried, despite what she said. Her emotionless countenance sometimes made even Klaus a bit dumbfounded when he wanted to respond to her questions.
These two walked to school every day, and it didn't take more than fifteen minutes for them to reach their neighborhood. Klaus halted in front of his house and slowly turned to face Aoi behind him.
"Have you ever thought of sending a love letter to me?" Klaus blurted out of nowhere, asking a straightforward question.
He'd hoped that his deduction was correct, that Aoi was the one who'd placed the letter.
"Let me guess. Someone sent you a love letter, and you haven't opened it yet. But since you're not close with anyone other than me, you're assuming I was the one who'd given you the letter."
She'd guessed everything!
"Um..."
"I see. Then, good luck with your first romance."
Aoi lazily waved Klaus goodbye and walked to her house a few blocks away. For someone who had known Klaus for a long time, she knew Klaus had no experience in this sort of matter. As far as she was aware, his focus was solely on his hobbies and fascinations.
Klaus's hobbies? During his free time before dinner, he would tend to his collection of books. Yes, each book, each story revolved around the character's relationships.
"Spirits Beyond. Rise of the Wandering Noble Family. Black Tears of Brynhildr."
It was only five more minutes before dinner, but Klaus decided to read one more book before then. He sat on a chair and skimmed through the scented pages of Spirits Beyond. It didn't take more than a few seconds until he had reached the page he wanted to read.
The page described a scene where the male protagonist who had grown up by himself stumbled into a certain girl. This girl recognized him as her younger brother, but he denied any relation between them quite adamantly. The protagonist had grown to hate his family for leaving him by himself and quickly ran away from the scene. He ran away from his older sister.
With a sigh, Klaus put the book away. This emotional scene always got him excited. More often than not, he would try to find time to read the book over and over.
"Spirits Beyond" wasn't the best book he had read, but the protagonist resonated with him quite a lot. An orphan searching for his family, but in the end, chose to forget about them.
A strange feeling welled up in his chest. Yes, the sense of uncomfortable deja vu hit him every time he read this scene. Why? He didn't know the answer.
"Ah, the time!" It was already time for dinner.
At the dining table, an elderly smiled at Klaus when he stepped into the kitchen. Dinner for that night was chicken curry with fragrant, fluffy rice.
Klaus had helped cooked the rice and cut the chicken into sizable pieces roughly an hour ago.
"Eat slowly. The food won't be going anywhere." Klaus's grandma let out a small laugh. Klaus shoved lumps of rice into his mouth, refilled his bowl of rice, and slathered more curry on his plate.
Since Klaus was young, this woman had been taking care of him by herself.
Words won't be enough to describe how grateful Klaus is towards her. Due to this, Klaus wouldn't hesitate to spill whatever he had in his mind.
"Grandma, someone put a love letter in my shoe locker!" said Klaus after he'd finished eating.
It was worth noting that he had not opened the letter yet. Regardless, he ran his mouth and spoke in a prideful tone. This accomplishment enraptured him this much.
"Who is it? Do I know her?" Grandma asked curiously.
"I haven't opened it yet. But whoever this girl is, I'll make her like me more with the newest quotes I'd discovered. She'll fall head over heels over me, I'm sure."
"Ah, but don't neglect your studies, okay? You're a smart student already, so I don't want your academics to be affected. Make good use of your time," said Grandma. "Anyway, don't forget to introduce her to me when you can."
"No problem!"
To be so excited, it was proof that this was indeed Klaus's first step into his adolescent romance. Not to say it was wrong to be thinking this way.
Klaus went back to his room after chatting with grandma for a little while and rummaged through his schoolbag. His fingers pressed the white letter as he pulled it out.
Sweat trickling down his forehead, he gingerly opened the letter with his free hand. A folded sheet of paper poked out from inside.
Thum! Thum!
Akeno Aoi let herself in through the wooden door and stared at the letter in Klaus's hands. She raised an eyebrow at it.
"I didn't say you could come in!" Klaus said with slanted eyes. "And when did you come in?"
"You haven't read it yet?"
"No... I'm about to. Why are you here this late anyway?"
"I can't help but question myself. I want to know who it is."
"Tch. Don't be a busybody."
Klaus wanted to read the letter by himself, so Aoi's presence miffed him, more than he'd thought it would. Regardless, Klaus motioned for Aoi to sit on his chair as he unfolded the white sheet of paper.
It wasn't uncommon for Aoi to visit him at random times. After all, they had known each other since elementary. He was used to seeing her quite a lot after school.
"So, so, who is it?" asked Aoi with an indifferent expression. Her words didn't match the face she was making.
"...."
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
"Is this a prank?"
Klaus gave the paper to Aoi and sat on the floor. He buried his face in his hands and sobbed exaggeratedly. Snots of shame flowed out, and tears of embarrassment trickled down his cheeks. Who would do this?! A devil in human form! Klaus cursed silently.
Aoi stared at the letter, and as if wanting to exacerbate Klaus's mood, read the contents out loud.
"Klaus Weber, I'd known you for a long time. You might not believe nor remember me. To err is human, after all. There are so many things I need to tell you. I need to see you in person. I'll visit your classroom sooner or later, so be prepared.
Regards, your loving father."
"Is this a joke? Your father is..." Aoi wanted to comment on the letter, but Klaus's sobs ceased the action.
"My parents died a long time ago!" Klaus said with teary eyes. "The only ones I have now are you and grandma. Who thought about this heartless prank?!"
"Now, you're acting like a five-year-old... You're exaggerating. Ignore this and..."
"Aoi! I won't forgive anyone who makes fun of my family! If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable – each segment distinct."
"What? That's a quote by Loretta Cottin Porgrebin, right? That came out of nowhere."
Klaus shook his head and stormed out of the house, his hand gripped a slender wooden stick tightly. Where did he get it? Aoi called for him, but the man paid her the scantest attention. He would visit this student who'd sent the letter and wack him or her in the face!
Though, he had no clue as to who this person was, and more importantly, where he or she lived.
"Stop being an idiot."
Aoi pulled him by the collar and slapped him squarely on his cheek.
"Wha... Aoi?"
"You become an idiot every time you let your emotions take over. If I wasn't there for you each time this happened, then you would've been caught doing stupid things."
Again, Aoi said these words with little to no emotion showing on her face.
"Aoi..."
"And since I'm always with you at school, the other students will think I'm weird as well."
"That's your reason?!"
"Anyway, enough of this. Throw away the letter and finish your homework. I'll let you copy mine this time."
Klaus nodded and thanked the benevolent sister with a smile. He wanted to do his homework by himself before, but an offer like this was hard to resist. As for the stupid letter, he would just keep it for now until he could find the sender.

Every night when certain individuals close their eyes and start sleeping, they are pulled into a place called "The Personal Dimensions". During their stay there, they are capable of manipulating the contents of the dimension to their whim. However, evil creatures called Draugrs appear to prey on these humans, forcing them to defend themselves with the help of an entity to guide them.

The first month of his first year of high school, Klaus Weber encountered a conspicuous, blond middle school student Tsujihara J. Freda; however, she appears to know Klaus despite him having no memories of her.

Soon after the encounter, Klaus is discovered to have been "reincarnated" and is able to enter the Personal Dimensions, and to fight the Draugrs invading the place. Recruiting those who are reincarnated as well to find the truth as to why they were reincarnated, Klaus now has to balance his school life, his social life and his new dungeon-crawling life.
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The entrance exam was interesting except for the last question. You laughed your a** off when I answered it. The question quoted:

"Who/What do you want to be"
I answered "A human"

It's kind of ironic, isn't it Clown. Is it too late to change the answer because I hope not. My snarky attitude got me nowhere except a chance to enter the school. Truly laughable. I managed to enter my class to find a charming girl at the door. Long black hair at the level of her shoulder, a surprised face and an awkward stance. She chuckled shyly before walking past me with a gaze of confusion. You made fun of me so much just because of that.

I noticed a sleeping man. I originally thought he pulled an all-nighter but you knew what really 
happened, so why didn't you tell me? We chatted a bit and he seemed extremely chilled, laid back and incredibly calm. I never picked up this strange behavior so I continued to befriend him. It was extremely successful and even that girl joined us. Li Ning and Angela. 

Li Ning tended to glance at Angela with a confused glare but I ignored. Angela seemed puzzled by my actions of gentleness and awkwardness. Yet again my ignorance took over me and you said jacks***. We hanged out a lot and it was strange as the dean would pay attention to me a lot but I was pretty sure it was because my intelligence and even you agreed. The real odd thing was a man would follow me whenever I returned back to my home. You noticed this already and we've gone through so much trouble so you better tell me why. Just look at what happened when you kept secrets a grave and small amount of essence. 

I learnt his name was Alexander. He fitted his name indeed as he would always get the highest score in the whole school and would smirk with disdain at me. What did I do? This happened for a few months until my birthday. I learnt that Angela and Li Ning also lived in the dorms and decided to throw a birthday in my room.

It was extremely simple with just a cake and a couple of soda cans. I later treated them with dinner and it was great. I even received a notebook, they remembered what I need. We all slept well until I woke up. It was a pitch black room made out of bricks. I could feel the cold dead soil. I heard the rustling of the rusty chains, the soft breathing echo. My limbs were bounded to the wall and I couldn't move, everything felt so weak. The room was spinning until a door opened.

"It's been done" the emotionless voice mumbled, originating from the heavily dressed man covered by cloth. Holding a cane and barely able to stand he hunched over closer to us.

The light shining through the sudden gap allowed me to recover my vision to witness Li Ning Tied to a cross and Angela stuck to board of wood. A condemning laugh entered my ears

"I've done it. Are you waking up? Don't worry we'll be done later."

Sylvia you must have been laughing your a** off witnessing my unsightly look. It was a whole day of torture for each of us. Angela was first. Alexander grabbed a whip and shredded her body every time I hear the strike of air. I watched and remained quiet.I couldn't react because I didn't understand anything.

She was the first to die out of the three of us. I will forever remember her last words. Look I even wrote it down in case you forgot.

"I'll accept you as my brother and do you remember who I am?"

The scene was atrocious, her body was dismembered without a hint of dignity that could've been saved. and the dead fish like eyes stared me down. The funniest thing of all during that time I kept a list of quotes. I'll pick a few of my favorites.

"A sl** like you has no need for an intact corpse"

"It took a long time investigating but we figured it out"

"A bunch of shams. Truly a villainous combination"

 Great quotes right. Actually i'm not quite sure what you heard or listened to. You never told me anything. When will you tell me anything? It was quite laughable I imagine is what your thinking. I truly learnt some great morals from you. I always ran from my problems and ignorantly accepted them But you were the one who gave me the chance to change that. 

As I opened my mouth to make an oath "I swear to the Heaven's truth that I Kaito when given the chance to protect my loved ones will take it and use any means necessary"

Don't worry Sylvia for there is much more to come. Li Ning was next with Alexander using a sword with many grooves that were meant for purposely opening wounds rather than for stabbing. It was an incredibly amazing invention in my eyes. The real odd thing was Li Ning never awoke for even a second yet he still got tormented for me. Remember that heavily dressed man because he finally made his move pointing the cane at Li Ning with shards of ice slowly growing on to him. 

It was fascinating I had to say because I was next up on the chopping block. Alexander used the blade to cut me dozens of times and I've got to thank pharmacy for actually giving me the chance to recover but when he was about cripple me you showed up. What perfect timing, the time before my limbs were crippled and my eyes impaled you showed up. Were you waiting?

I remember the scene so vividly you appeared with a majestic and prideful aura following after you before stopping that oddly dressed man. You were so close to killing him but you said to me was much more memorable.

"Here is my inheritance. Take it. Revive me when you understand what I intended. Do not research me and live on."

You only gave that quote before giving me a ring with an ice coffin with Li Ning, a necklace containing most of your memories in a soul and a book. You may have forgoten Angela. With that I was knocked out and arrived in here. After a year i'm back. If you know what I experience within the two years then I should be really scared. 

I wonder if you waited for that exact time? What did I do to deserve your hate? Was it because you called me a wussy for not being able to swim or I was scared of heights. Was it because I never had a strong resolve. Please tell me. Oh wait... I have to wait until i'm this mature adult right? Just watch I will have 5 wives with plenty of children making me really mature right. 

I haven't quite told you what happened within these two years, so let me tell you a story. I was in this cave full of dread. I managed to carve two names on the wall with the name Angela and Elder. You wouldn't want your real name on there in the first place because you're waiting for me to revive you right? 

I learnt this thing called "Filial Piety" which was to respect older people however you'll be the only person who deserves it. I kneeled before your temporary grave and Angela's grave. I somehow managed to cry for a whole two days and for some reason by the third day I cried out some red water. I could taste the saltiness and smell something like iron in my tears. I couldn't stand it so by the third day I was able to head over to a small lake close to the pond. 

Did you like my present? I saw two people who looked two years younger than me. One a male, one a female and both siblings. Pretty neat, huh. They seemed so weak because they were running away from this shadow like monster. I later found what it was called a Grade 2 Monster. Such a unique name, am I right. He chased them with no shape being defined it pulled in closer to the siblings and that's when I heard  The Clown. 

That's right you can finally introduce yourself but you can do that later. I heard the voice of a devil. It whispered in my ear countless captivating phrases. Here, you can listen to what I heard at the time. I mimicked a raspy mature voice.

"Is it power you desire? Would you like to taste the sweet nectar of power? I'll give it to you at only a small price. Take it. Just Take it. Take it."

I cried for three days straight and now I got a chance to receive power. With my clouded mind I had to take this chance and so I said "yes, I will take it". I felt something inside me churn. I felt an intense pain before blacking out. Despite me passing out I could still feel the pain. It felt like tweezers slowly pulling my skin. It started with hair being pulled out to the sensation of my skin being ripped, my muscles being torn, my nerves shredded, my bones crushed and my internal organs sliced. It pretty much hurt. I eventually woke up to see my shirt drowning in cold sweat and the two siblings still alive but still being chased.

I was so desperate to see you again so I had the simplest thought "I'll become a master just like you with my own disciples". It's pretty funny now that I think about it but it was good thought as I now have two geniuses learning under me. With pure brute strength I managed to kill that monster. 

The siblings were both 13 years old and were incredibly meek. I easily made them my disciples and now you have yourself a pair of grand-disciples. The boy is named Jiao Bai, and is currently 15. He has an insane level of loyalty yet he still doesn't have a crush. You'll see him blush easily if he's around a girl but he is extremely skilled with cultivation and according to your books he's considered a Grade 4 now. 

The girl's name is Andrea. It's quite a perfect name because it depicts her courageousness and bravery however at least it didn't mix with foolishness. Her intelligence is truly mature and calculating but she definitely won't betray me. She is extremely interested in history and making patents for old improved items and intricate weapons and is now considered a type of scholar within the school.

After waking up from killing that monster I analyzed my body. it seemed like a human but when looking through your books I realize that my Dantian, meridians and Acupoints were fully opened. I couldn't cultivate normally. Dammit Clown, you should've told me earlier. What do you mean it was a part of your job. Can you stop with the excuses. 

It took me a year to learn that I had to slowly tread through this cultivation. If I focus on one side I harm myself. It meant that I would cultivate three times slower but three times the strength. I didn't have time for this but you got to play the hand your dealt with at least. Why the hell are you smirking Clown.

The protagonist, Kaito discards his last name to embrace a new life and rid of the misfortune he has cause. 4 unfortunate deaths surround him just for living. With the whisper of a clown and the teachings of his master this could have been avoided, so why did you kept quiet?

With the death of his master he rejects his humanity with the alluring voice of the Pierrot "Receive power at the cost of mortality" "is it your humanity that refuses to accept?" "Take it". The laughter of insanity, chuckle of madness and the echo of a lunatic. 

Watch as he dons a mask to hide his emotions only to eventually shed the false veil of cruelty. Witness his acceptance of the truth.

Note: Hiatus. Mainly because there isn't any readers so see ya for a year?

When you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want to start the rest of your life as soon as possible. 

As you start imagining all your initiatives without realising. The person becomes even more important. 

Nayla didn't know she was eager to let him enter her life, maybe it's a mistake, maybe it's a blessing. Who knows? All she knows that's for the future. 

But the future was bleak if she knew maybe she could have changed things. 

As her thoughts proceeded, no one really knew what she was thinking as her poker face says otherwise. Omar looked at his enticing wife, she was interesting.

 Usually, brides either shy away or smile a little since it's their wedding but she was different. She looked as if he was forcing her to marry him. 

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Nayla and Omar were exhausted as they had to take photographs with their family and friends. 

In additions to that guests would come to give blessings to them or they get to know the famous newly wedded couple of country A. 

 Who said getting married isn't trying? 

It's bloody exhausting!

 Nayla thought but her conscience became clear when she realised what was coming for her. 

Her heart was beating fast with an anxious aura surrounding her, as she did not know how to escape this so called ritual. 

It was compulsory and most been done. Being in the public eye is not a great thing, can she back out, she has changed her mind. She doesn't want this marriage. 😂 Ah, she was verge of crying. T__T 

In this continent, it was traditional to consummate the marriage on the night of the wedding. 

Nayla found such custom to be ridiculous concept as even though she likes Omar, she has not seen him for so long and knows a little about him but has to sleep with him on the day of their wedding. 

It's like having one night stand but with the husband, she doesn't know much about. 

(Author: I have nothing against arrange marriage nor am I a fan of love marriage but I find it really weird as in some culture you have consummate marriage straight on the wedding day. like bruh you barely even know the person) 

Nayla was already exhausted with all those rituals and greetings. She could not be bothered with such ritual even so it was compulsory.

Ugh can she just avoid it, where is the escape route, she should have just bought a escape device. Ah she heard it hurts. No flipping way!!!! 

Now she had to sleep with her husband to show proof of their marriage, in the ancient time to prove one was virgin or consummated their marriage they had to show a white handkerchief with blood stain. 

While in this era when the man and woman merge together. A unique flower-like tattoo blooms in their left wrist.

 This is because of the DNA imprint, therefore, to be efficient and activate the marriage legislation they need to have sex on that day.

 This would bind both the couple together, it is a contract of trust and loyalty as it connects both individuals together. 

It was a stupid law and whoever made was even more pathetic Nayla thought. 

[Author: Wallah do you have to be so rude, I am just trying to make readers happy sheesh]


"Ahem" Omar's made slight coughing sound bought Nayla back to reality. 

Ah, she looked embarrassed, how long has he been looking at her? Was she looking like an idiot? 


Nayla jumped up, tripping on her long dress, as she was falling on the floor bracing herself for the impact she closed her eyes.

 But instead of the cold hard floor, she was pulled towards a warm embrace. 

When she opened her eyes, she saw a handsomely devilish face, when her eyes met his, his dark black eyes took her soul away, stirring unknown emotions within her. 

There was a smirk forming on his face. Nayla did not know what to do. She was frozen as her embarrassment took control of her body. 

Omar chuckled "I didn't know my beautiful wife is such a clumsy woman" 

Nayla tried to escape his embrace but he held her tighter. "I was told my wife is a cold beauty, who has quick reflexes to everything, yet how come she is clumsy but cute, naive little bunny" Omar chuckled again as his husky voice tickled in Nayla's ear.


He teasingly looked at her "I wonder how she would taste" 

Nayla's face became bright red, redder than before as she could not coup with his ridicule, her eyes colour changed from calm blue eyes to light red. 

Ah, no one told her this so-called crown prince of 23rd century was, in fact, a shameless rogue. 

Omar was fascinated by her eyes colour changing, he wonders if it had anything to do with her emotions. 

As he looked at her face his gaze falls on her plump lips, and his thoughts went out of the window. 

Before Nayla could react, Omar kissed her soft yet delicate lips. He has been wondering how it would taste like ever since he laid his eyes on her.


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Wedding Quotes- (   ° ᴗ°)~ð  (/❛o❛\)
"To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow–this is a human offering that can border on miraculous." ...

ON HIATUS. 

The era changed, the world changed, technology advanced but there is one thing that will never change, that's human emotions. 

Human emotions are unpredictable but roam in the same rhythm and in a continuous vicious circle. 

People say love is everlasting and grows even more when you get married. 

What about when he married her, took her first and later divorced without a reasonable explanation. Can someone explain what love truly is and why did he play with her feelings?

Nayla married Omar when she was 20 years old with full of hope and life but in return she was left behind for three years and then abandoned. She lost everything, yet she craved for him. 

To change destiny she played with time and bought herself back to when she was 20 but she was not able stop the unforgivable wedding. Like the past he ate her. But this time it’s going to be different, she will not bow to anyone not even the country’s so called crown prince. 

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Crown Prince: Woman who do you think you are?

His darling wife: Wife of the country’s Crown Prince 

Crown Prince: Who am I? 

His darling wife: My soon to be divorced husband

Crown Prince: ...... 

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This work is a work of fiction, names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either the product of Author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual person, living, dead or actual place is purely coincident. 
 
All rights reserved by AL13N 

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Start Date: 20/02/19

My novels: 

1- Love theory 101: Let Me Heal You! - Status: Ongoing

2- Professor Xi is A Woman? - Status: Unknown

3- Naisha: Tangle You With My Love - Status :Hiatus 

4- Divorce: Crown Prince's Darling Wife - Status: Hiatus 

5- 360° Ambiguity - Unreleased 

∆ I haven't dropped any of my novels... I just have short attention span .. So gonna take awhile to catch up....
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THIS IS AN ORIGINAL NOT A TRANSLATION. 

But I do tl. Books I translate. 
1- The Royal's Cute Little Wife 

2- I'm the Most Tragic White Moonlight Supporting Female Character in the Book 

3- Dear Love 
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