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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.
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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.


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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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if you can't tell I'm running out of names for chapters so I'm taking Monty python quotes

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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

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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Tomorrow there is Gudi Padwa, which is Hindu's new year's first day, but there is no festive environment here, everyone is talking about only one thing, I too, we watch only news channels, till yesterday we think that we are safe, but yup they also found some patient in our area,  from 22 March here lockdown starts, my father runs a medical shop, so they tell us how there are lots of people who earn daily and then they get to eat, in June 2019 our city face biggest flood in these two decades, people just start leaving happily again and now this situation comes, all these are quite negative, and I am a person who affects easily and think too negatively, I also feel guilty because yesterday I am feeling happy because I am near to completing my 100 chapters of the story, but later I feel too guilty but that time my friend send me this message "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, It's about learning to dance in the rain."  I know it is not something worth sharing, but after reading this sentence my guilt gone, I feel it is okay because even though we are facing bad situations getting sad doesn't change anything. We can only take precaution and pray, and I decided that I will start to be positive, for that I decided to watch less news from tomorrow, and do something which gives me peace and learn something only in this way I think only this way I can distract my mind. Stay at home and stay safe. Take care.
  Here are some good quotes which I find to feel good so I wanted to share this with others.
  "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, It's about learning to dance in the rain." 
Make each day masterpiece so try to live your every day as nicely and happily as you can.
Good fortune shies away from gloom. Keep your spirits up. Good things will come to you and you will come to good things. ~Glorie Abelhas

This is the story about self-discovery, self-accepting, and self-improvement. After getting the chance to go back in time, she wanted to live happily and protect her loved ones. With the system, her journey of self-improvement to help the people who are in need starts. But why did she meet this handsome man wherever she goes, is this destiny? 

Disclaimer: English is not my native language. Also, this story has romance, but it is very slow-paced. Also, some chapters are about her past life and her character development. This story is something which I wanted to write for the time being so please give it try. Thank you.

ALIS P.O.V
As soon as I got home, I dropped my purse on the ground and went straight to go and get ready.
I took a quick shower and picked out a red mid length dress that showed off my curves and straightened my hair. Then I put on my mascara and lip gloss and hurried out the door.
When I arrived at the Restaurant, I walked in and spotted Dillion sitting at a booth in the back.
"Hi Dill." I said, taking the seat across from him.
"Took you long enough. I waited here for hours! People were giving me pity looks because they thought I was being "stood up" by my date." Said Dillon. Putting air quotes on stood up.
"What? First, this isn't a date, and second, Dillion. It takes twenty minutes getting here from my house." I said in an amused tone.
"I know that! But THEY don't know that. A couple of minutes before you walked in, a old lady started hitting on me. Don't get me wrong, I love cougars, but I don't like my cougars at the age of 60! That lady is old enough to my great grandma!" Said Dillion in a horrific tone and shuddering in effect.
"Aww... Poor thing." I said teasing.
"Thanks Ali. It's nice to know you care." said Dillion sarcastically.
One minute later, a waitress came to our table to take our orders. It was hard to miss the way she was checking out Dillion.
Dillion has blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He has one of this million-dollar watt smiles that attracts all the ladies.
He's a great guy and I'm sure to say that, whoever has his heart, will be lucky to have a guy like Dillion in their life.
"Ali! Aliiiiiiii. Helllloooooooo?" said Dillion, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Huh? I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"The waitress has been asking you what you want to order."
"Oh, sorry. I'll just take the chicken Alfredo pasta with raspberry iced tea." I said apologetically.
She let out a humph and turned her heels to go and make our food.
"So, what were you thinking about?" asked Dillion.
"You." I said
He sighed and said "Ali... I knew this was going to happen one day. Alright. Here it is. I'm not interested. You know I don't see you like that. I --" before he could even finish what he wanted to say, I cut him off.
"Dillion! What the heck are you talking about!? Of course, I'm not interested in you! Geez. Besides, dating you would be like dating my brother. My own flesh and blood." I said in a disgusted tone.
He laughed and said "I'm glad to know."
A waiter came to our table with our food. I took a bite and moaned at how delicious it tasted.
"Hey Ali. Look! Quick!" said Dillion.
"What? Where?" I said back.
"Hot chick, by the door. Let me tell you, that girl is FINE and I want to make her all MINE. Turn around." said Dillion in a lustful tone.
I turned around and saw a lady with a beautiful black maxi dress that showed off her curves. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. She's 5"6 and looked like a model. She turned around and was clearly waiting for someone to walk through the door after her.
I wonder who she's waiting for.
If she's single, then I'm sure that Dillion will make a move and would not pass up the chance to get her number.
One second later a man walked through the door. This wasn't just any man. This was a man, I most desperately did NOT want to see. There before me stood Mr. Day at the door.
I groaned. This guy is everywhere! I can't let him see me. He already ruined my morning with his arrogant and cocky attitude. The only good thing he did, was hire me. I am not about to let him ruin my dinner with my best friend. I quickly turned around and tried to hide my face with my right hand leaning on the table.
"Hey what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." said an amused Dillion.
"Yes Dillion. Yes, I have. That guy is my boss. You know... The asshole?" I said in an annoyed tone.
"Wowwwwwww. Ali. You are one unlucky girl." said Dillion.
"I think someone out there in the world hates me and is cursing my life with witchcraft voodoo. Trying to make my life a living hell." I said back in an angry and quiet tone.
"Dramatic as always Ali...Oh look! He's coming this way!" said Dillion.
Crap! Crap! Crap!
"Miss. Dream? Fancy seeing you here." said Matthew in a surprised tone.
I put my hand down and looked up to see Matthew with his date locked onto his arm. I wonder if she's his mistress. I guess I shouldn't be surprised if she is.
As much as it kills me to say it, I smiled and said, "Hello Mr. Day."
"What are you doing here?" said Matthew.
I'm here to eat! What else does he think? It's a freaking restaurant.
I can feel a sarcastic comment just dying to make its way out of my mouth.
"We're on a date." said Dillion
I looked at Dillion with wide eyes and he winked at me with a mischievous smile.
Why do I have a feeling like something bad is about to happen?
"A date? I didn't know you had a boyfriend." said Matthew.
I looked at Matthews face and see him clenching his jaw. His fist was held tight together and started turning white. I could see something in his eyes. Is it anger? Jealousy? No. It couldn't be. I'm pretty sure I'm wrong.
"It's not the company's business to know if I have a boyfriend. I separate my personal life from my work life." I said back, trying not to let him know that I was irritated by his comment. Clearly, I failed in the end.
He smirked and said "You see, that's where you're wrong Ms. Dream. It IS the company's business. As my new P.A I have to make sure that I will be able to have your undivided attention."
"I assure you Mr. Day, you have my undivided attention when it comes to work." I replied.
Before he could reply, his date interrupted our conversation and said "Honey, I'm hungry, let's leave them to their date and continue our date."
I smiled and said "Yes. Please continue on YOUR date and let me continue MINE."
Before he could reply, his date smiled and dragged him away.
I let out a breath of air I didn't even know I was holding and looked at Dillion.
"Ugh! He made it seem like I can't even have a relationship at all!" I said exasperated.
"It seems like you're going to be a nun from now on. I guess you should start changing your name to Sister Ali." said Dillion in a teasing tone.
"Not funny Dillion. Not funny." I said in a annoyed tone.
"Yes, it is Ali. Yes, it is." said Dillion playfully, with a small laugh.
"No, it's Not! And what was with that whole date thing?" I said exasperated.
"Did you see his face? Something was there Ali! It was jealousy!" said an amused Dillion.
"What? Trust me when I say that you're delusional and that you need to go to a mental hospital. If you think that Matthew Day of Lexon Corp. was jealous of me being on a date with another man. Then I will check you in the mental institution myself."
"I'm just saying what I saw Ali."
"Yeah? Well you saw wrong. Let's just drop this whole Matthew thing, and continue on with our dinner please?" I said begging Dillion.
"Fine. But only because I have something else to ask you after dinner."
"Huh? What is it?" I said confused.
"Eat first. Then we'll talk about it" said Dillion, while scooping a spoon full of my pasta and feeding it to me.
"Alright, but only because I want to hear what you're going to say." I said with a small laugh.
 
 

What happens when two people cross paths. One just happens to be on her way to an interview and gets into an argument with a man she's never met?

What happens when that man just so happens to be the one that is interview her? 

What happens when outside factors ends up pushing them towards each other, causing an attraction to start from a spark to a full blown flame? 

He doesn't believe in love, and she is determined to show him it exists. 

Ali Dream is a sweet, innocent, independent, young woman living in New York. She will treat you kindly, but if you push her, she will bite your head off. (Not physically of course.) 'Treating others as you would want to be treated.' That was the motto her mother and father inscribed into her brain ever since she was small. She still lives by it today and always tried her best to follow it. She has always lived by that motto until she met Matthew. 

Matthew Day is the C.E.O of Lexon Corp. He is and always will be an arrogant, cold hearted, conceded, selfish, hot and sexy womanizer. He doesn't care how he treats people. The way he sees things is that 'Others are blessed to be in his presence.' It never matters what they want. 

He comes first and always will. The only thing that matters to him, is that he gets what he wants. It's his way or no way. Matthew doesn't do Love. The word "Love" was always his version of  a "bad word". Not once has he ever said it to anyone...including family!

So Imagine the outrageous and craziest things he will do, to get a girls attention, once he meets the Independent and sweet woman, that is Ali Dream.

*trigger warning: strong language, depression, suicide, bullying, and abuse* 
Another day at school when Travis starts harassing you once again quotes like, "shut up, you faggot stop talking!" And "you don't deserve to live!" started to get to you. "Maybe he was right maybe if I do ki-," you thought as you run into the man of the hour, Travis. "Hey loser, you were who I was looking for." He says in a hurtful tone. 
"I don't want to see you th-" you trail off. As he picks you up by your collar. He drags you down the hall as your fight or flight kick in and you start trying to fight him kicking, punching you even bit him once. A teacher saw and told you to stop trying to pick a fight with someone you will not win to. She also sent you to the principals office. 
"You will be suspended for three days for hurting another student." She said in a calm tone. 
"What? You didn't do anything to Travis when he-" 
She cut you off saying," what's in the past is in the past, I'm calling your mother to tell her to come pick you up." 
You walk out. Running to the bathroom. " I can't cry at school again." You mumble to yourself. Your mom picks you up and doesn't say a word to you in the car or elevator and then like something clicks in her head starts to yell at you. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" You respond with," take me to a therapist or watch the cameras at school and you'll know!" 
"Don't tell me how to raise you!" 
"Fine just let me be like this all my life!" You yell as you stomp to your room. Maybe you should kill yourself maybe everyone would be happier? You didn't know and if you do it you wouldn't find out. Your mom knocks on your door and says she's going to dinner with her boss. And when she left you look to see if anyone else is there. No one was so you grab a razor and a screwdriver to get the blades out.  You got them out and started writing letters to: Sally, Larry, Ashley, Todd, Mom, and  Travis. Travis is the reason your doing this. You gave sally the bag full of letters and tell him to open them tomorrow. He said okay. 

You go to the bathroom and start cutting, red falls down, tears fill your eyes it hurts but it will not hurt for long. You feel dizzy when you hear bangs on the door before you can see who it is you 'fall asleep'.
 
Sorry this took so long.-Creater

At the cafeteria, Claire, Kyla and myself dined over excerpts from famous philosopher Niccolò Machiavelli. On the table were a cup of warm coffee and a few doughnuts.

Claire, an avid coffee drinker, took a sip on the cup. Then she took a fork, grabbed a piece of the doughnuts and ate it.

"Sweet," Claire admitted to us. "The sugary feel of the doughnuts makes my day."

Every seat inside the cafeteria had been taken by students, employees and customers alike. Even the wireless internet connection was wildly inconsistent as it could not contain the heavy volume of users.

With my laptop, Claire's tablet and Kyla's smartphone on hand, we took notes and dissected one particular quote from Machiavelli. 

"It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both."

In between, Claire sipped some more coffee and chewed on a few slices of doughnuts. Meanwhile, Kyla brought out some mints and put it on her mouth.

What the professor gave to us was a group project about a quote from Niccolò Machiavelli. We were free to choose any one of his quotes and explain it thoroughly on a sheet of paper.

"What do you think?" Claire inquired Kyla and myself about the quotation. 

"Personally, what Machiavelli said was typical of a dictator ruling with an iron fist," Kyla commented. "Look at Ferdinand Marcos. He possesses many friends, but because of Martial Law, he became an extremely intimidating ruler."

"Same with the likes of Hitler and Lenin," I replied. "Machiavelli's passage applies to the totalitarian rule of a few countries. Those whose power is too imposing and unyielding at the same time."

"In my opinion, this quote is also applicable to corporations and families too," Claire joined in. "If you have a father who seems to care about your well-being but shows some tough love as well, then that's a Machiavellian way of putting it in context."

All three of us typed our respective explanations on my laptop. Then Kyla brought out her USB stick and saved the file on it.

"I'll be printing out the sheet for our group," Kyla notified us. "But since the deadline is not until Wednesday we could chat and continue delivering our contributions online. Is that all right with you?"

"No problem with us," Claire replied affirmatively. 

We continued talking over our project when a sudden vibration shook my pocket. That turned out to be my smartphone ringing. 

"Girls, I'm sorry but my class comes in a few minutes," my voice trembled in desperation. "We'll talk later."

I hurriedly ran out of the cafeteria without even saying goodbye to Claire and Kyla. My heart suddenly beat fast upon racing to the classroom.

By the time I arrived, my body had been sweating and weary. Making matters worse was the unusually hot weather that we experienced that day.

I sat inside the classroom exhausted, my heart rate rapidly increasing by the minute. As Michelle entered the room, she looked at me with a worried expression on her face.

"Christine, you look tired," Michelle remarked thoughtfully upon sitting down beside me. "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing," I answered wearily, my voice slurry with all the rapid breathing. 

"Christine, would you like some water?" Michelle offered me her jug. "You must be running out of breath."

I received Michelle's jug and gobbled some of the water. Upon wiping my mouth, I gradually breathed deeply to relax.

Michelle then used her towel and wiped the sweat off my face. 

"Christine, are you okay?" she asked me.

"I'm fine now," my deep voice replying to Michelle. "I had to run straight to class just to avoid getting late."

"Actually it's only 11:15 on the clock," Michelle showed me her watch. "You're five minutes early, but that's enough."

While waiting for photography class to start, I messaged Kyla and apologized for not immediately saying goodbye to her and Claire earlier. She replied with, "It's okay. We understand your situation", before closing with a pair of smiling faces with halo emoji.

"Any assignments?" I asked Michelle upon staring at her.

"You should be lucky that there were no projects this week," Michelle replied. "But I do possess some notes from the previous lectures. You might require them."

"I indeed do," my direct response to Michelle's generous offer. "Good thing there were no assignments due for this class so time is absolutely on my side."

Just then, Taylor and Erin arrived, and sat alongside Michelle and myself. Shortly after, the professor entered the classroom as well.

"Good morning students," the professor greeted us. 

"Good morning madam," the whole class typically responded in unison. 

"Today we're not having photography class in this classroom," the professor announced. "Instead we are moving to the studio for a little orientation on modeling photography."

"Did you hear that?" Michelle exclaimed to us. "We're going to the studio."

"Great," Taylor answered back. "I always dreamed to be a model."

"So do I," Erin joined in. 

The entire class walked downstairs and into the studio. It was situated on the second floor and was constructed next to the equipment and audio-visual room.

Upon entering the studio, the professor again assigned us into nine groups of four. This time, however, Michelle, Taylor, Erin and I found ourselves in different groups.

As Michelle and I went our separate ways for the project, she issued me one final reminder.

"Christine, remember to coexist with our other classmates," Michelle said to me. "Try being respectful and friendly with them all the time."

With one final nod of approval, I went to my assigned group while Michelle walked towards hers. The group I joined in consisted of three charming ladies and myself.

Surprisingly, they accepted me with open arms. It was a surreal experience because for much of my life, Michelle and myself would constantly be in the same group.

But then I recalled first grade when my teacher forced me to join a group with one of the bullies. However, the situation now is different as we were more mature and refined with our movements.

"Welcome to the group," the three students enthusiastically greeted me.

Now I must deal these strangers with renewed determination and positivity. God please help me.

Christine, a 22-year-old college student, decides to open a blog and write a story about her tormented past.

As a young child, Christine was constantly abused and mocked by her classmates for her nearsightedness and portly complexion. To make matters worse, she was left to live with her aunt after her mother was assigned to work overseas and her father became too preoccupied in his work as a doctor.

This story is about a young woman's pursuit towards positivity and joy amid these turbulent times. For Christine, all she wants now is to face her fears and overcome them one by one.

Min-Hyeok Kim who was drinking his glass of beer asked,
"We are in the auto parts manufacturing industry. Is it one of the items we can trade with North Korea?"
"If it is an auto part of Chinese vehicles, then yes. But it's for a part for Korean cars, then no. Currently, there is no Korean car in North Korea."
"Hmmm… What sorts of business items will be good then?"
"Construction materials are good. The last stage materials, I think you call them interior materials in Korea, right? North Korea is short of these materials. Their demands are high. I made good money last year by selling the interior materials to North Korea. I have a condo in Pyongyang and two housemaids are working for me."
"Hmmm, construction materials… What about construction heavy equipment?"
The Samchully Company's president waved his hand showing his strong opposition to the idea while having his fish dish.
"North Korea is now suffering a severe gas shortage. So, they wouldn't be able to use equipment anyway, even though they have one."
"Hmm."
"Retired tires are okay since oils can be derived from old tires."
"What about minerals? Like coal, iron, etc?"
"Minerals are good. Farm produces or fish products are good too. One thing you need to note is that these products should be exported from Nampo Port in North Korea. If you move those products to Dandong before exporting them to South Korea, then those products would become produces of China, not produces of North Korea."
"I see. So, we can get a certificate of origin with North Korea's name as long as the products leave from Nampo Port before reaching South Korea."
"That's right. Once you bring them to Dandong, you can't have your certificate of origin issued."
 
Gun-Ho felt full after having a beer with several dishes.
"Thank you for today. I've learned a lot."
"If you decide to work together, just let me know. I am highly knowledgeable about the trade with North Korea, and I know every path from Sinuiju City to Pyongyang. Also, I have a broad connection with a lot of important people in Pyongyang."
"Thank you again for staying with us until late at night."
Gun-Ho gave them the nail clipper sets he brought from Seoul, as a gift.
 
He was in a taxi heading to the hotel when he received a call from Seukang Li.
"I was wondering if you safely arrived in Korea."
"Oh, I haven't left for Korea yet. I'm in Dandong City right now."
"Dandong?"
"Yes. The deputy director of Dandong Border Economic Corporation Zone invited me to visit their development zone. So, I am on the way to the hotel after visiting him."
"Dandong Border Economic Corporation Zone is a national industrial complex."
"They are saying that if I open a business there, they will give me lots of benefits like taxes."
"Their prices for the land and labor are very reasonable; however, I'm not sure if it is the right location for an auto parts business. Auto manufacturers are all located on the east coast."
"You're right. That's why I gathered some information about a trade business with North Korea."
"A trade business?"
"That doesn't sound so promising, does it?"
"Well, I am not a businessman, but a government worker, so I don't know much about business. However, it reminded me of what the economics professor—Jien Wang said the other day."
"What did he say?"
"He said, if you want to make money, you'd better start your business in an area where money and people are driven to."
"The area where money and people are driven to… That sounds right."
Gun-Ho then thought that the Dandong area was not that kind of area.
'For now, I will have to do my business in the area where a lot of people and money are staying. I'm okay with setting my mind that I came all the way to Dandong City for a pleasure trip.'
The following day, Gun-Ho came back to Korea via Shenyang City from Dandong City, and Min-Hyeok took a direct flight from Dandong City to Shanghai.
 
When he arrived at Incheon International Airport, Gun-Ho made a call to President Jeong-Sook Shin of GH Media.
"President Shin, I just came back from China. I'm at the Incheon International Airport."
"Oh, really?"
"I asked Director Kang to get a price quote for the interior renovation of the basement space in GH Building in Sinsa Town."
"Oh, someone is moving in there? It's already rented out?"
"No. I'm thinking of opening an art gallery there as you suggested the other day."
"That's great."
"I'm planning to redo the entire interior. But since this is an art gallery, I believe the lighting is very important. I'd like to have your professional opinion on it."
"Where do we meet? I can come right now."
"If you are not busy, please come to GH Building in Sinsa Town. I think I can get there within two hours."
"Okay. I'm on my way."
 
Gun-Ho arrived at his office of GH Development in Sinsa Town.
"How are you? Is everything good here?"
"Yes, sir. Here is a price quote for the basement interior renovation. We usually get several price quotes from multiple remodeling companies, but for now, I got one from one company. So you can get a rough idea about how much it would cost to remodel that space."
"President Shin from GH Media will be here soon. She used to work in an art gallery before. I think she can give us some professional opinion and advice."
"Oh, really? She used to work at an art gallery. No wonder why she looked so sophisticated. By the way, sir, you look so tired today."
"I actually came here straight from the airport after visiting Dandong and Shengyang City in China. I guess I drank too much Chinese liquor."
The secretary—Ms. Yeon-Soo Oh brought a cup of hot green tea to Gun-Ho. After having the tea, Gun-Ho felt better.
While looking at the price quote that Director Kang brought to him, Gun-Ho commented,
"It's quite pricey."
"That's right. Because the place was used for a sauna business, there are lots of demolition works to do, according to the contractors."
While having a conversation with Director Kang, President Shin came into the office.
"Sir, you must feel very tired. You just came back from China. We could have met maybe tomorrow after you take your rest."
Secretary Yeon-Soo Oh brought another cup of green tea for President Shin and placed it on the table next to her.
"Is this lady Ms. Yeon-Soo Oh?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Yeon-Soo responded since she was standing there,
"I'm GH Media's President Shin. We spoke on the phone several times for the letters that I had to send to Amazon.com. You translated the letters into English for me. It's really nice to finally meet you in person."
"Nice to meet you, too, ma'am."
"You are not just fluent in English, but you are so pretty."
"Thank you."
"You have a nice boss, right? President Goo is a decent person."
"Yes, ma'am."
Yeon-Soo Oh smiled and left the office after giving her a deep bow.
 
I went to the Chinese avant-garde art exhibition in Shanghai."
"Oh, you did? I really wanted to go there."
"I also talked with Director Seukang Li."
"What did the two of you talked about?"
"He suggested me to host an art exhibition in Korea, on the Chinese avant-garde art with the name of GH Media."
"What? Avant-garde art exhibition here?"
President Shin's eyes widened in surprise and looked at Gun-Ho.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

I woke up the next morning in a great mood. Yesterday had been a good day. I had sent the link to Steamstorm and though he did not purchase my Jumpbot, he was a potential customer. Having a potential customer after just two days was great. After sending the link, I went into another two Arena battles and acquitted myself well on both occasions. Another reason for my good mood was the soft announcement the System gave me before I fell asleep yesterday night.
I called up the System and went under the Jobs tab. Right there beside Battlesuit Designer was my second job; Marketer- Trainee. I ignored it for now, went to the Skills tab and saw my new skill; Quick-Thinking Promotion. I smiled and notice that the Mission tab was blinking. I accessed it and saw my reward.
[Mission completed. 5,000 DP awarded to User Tobias Wong. New Mission available]
I was surprised and happily so. Someone must have bought my Jumpbot. I just made my first sale! I jumped up with my arms raised in triumph. Luckily I lived alone or I would had woken someone up with all my screaming. After a few minutes of celebrating and fist-pumping, I calmed down and selected the Mission tab to see my new mission.
***
Mission: Create Your First Actual Battlesuit
A weapons designer not only need to design, he also need to build. You have successfully design a Grade 0 Battlesuit, now you must build it. Build a real-life working prototype of your Grade 0 Battlesuit. One million credit has been awarded to an account for User Tobias Wong.
Note: The credits can only be use for the sole purpose of building the Battlesuit. No other usage is allowed.
***
Wow! My human went into overdrive, blinking several times to make sure I was seeing this right. A million credits? That's…actually pretty reasonable. The main reason why there were so few Battlesuit designers in the market was due to cost. Modern Battlesuits cost millions to design and build so a million is actually a pretty good estimate of a Grade 0 Battlesuit. My mind went into overdrive and my cybernetics pull up my contacts. I had linked my cybernetics to my mobile phone long ago and accessed it remotely to make the call. I went out to the kitchen with my mobile, set my phone on speaker mode and began making breakfast. My eggs were still boiling when the line was picked up.
"Hello, Jaya here."
"Hey Jaya, Toby here. You remember me?"
"Of course! William hasn't stop bitching since the day his best worker suddenly decide to quit to go straight."
"Ha. As if I'll believe that. How's the old miser anyway?"
"Same old same old. Vehicles still need to be repaired and business has been steady though the money is really in the exotics."
"Oh, sounds like you got something."
"You know how it is; the more exotic the modification, the more it cost to do the job. Interested?"
"You heard about me going straight right?"
"And I'm a vehicle broker running a totally legal service. However if some customers want to install some parts in their vehicles that bend the rules a little, and a new repair company quietly agrees to it, that's something I know nothing about."
"Except for your cut."
"If some kind soul want to give me a little extra on top of my commission for making such an introduction, I would hardly say no. That's totally out of my hands.""
"Ha! I take it we are on a secure line."
"Always. So you want an introduction? As a first timer, I would even give you a discount on my cut."
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind but I'm calling you about something else. How much do you much about the production license of old Battlesuits?"
"Battlesuits? How old? And what's this about?"
I told him about my new business in designing and building new modified Battlesuits. I didn't tell him about the System or who my father was of course but I told him about using Dive for the designs and my need for someone to handle the licensing agreement.
After I had finished, he replied almost immediately. "You are crazy! You know how much it cost to get the licensing agreement for the Steambot alone? The money…"
"I set aside a million credits for all the licensing."
"Correction; you are not crazy, you're just an eccentric millionaire. I'll get right on it."
"You sure you can do it? It's not really what you usually do right?"
"Hey, you're talking to the best vehicle broker in the SEAL."
"I thought only in Singapore, and maybe in parts of **…"
"You won't find a better man in the whole of the League. Sent me the parts you need and I'll get you the info by today or…I'll give you a further discount on my commission."
Jaya cut off the line and I could only laugh at the shamelessness of the man. He was always good fun and he was right, he was the best vehicle broker in the League. I quickly send him details of the Steambot, X-S Cable Punch, IK Battle-axe, and SH-3 Legs. Putting the broker out of my mind, I turned on the news. It was still on the kaiju off the west coast of America and the news agencies even had a shot of it via sonar-photo. It looked big and the various governments in North America has been putting out news on how prepared they were to meet the coming disaster. A news anchor even said that unofficial sources claimed that there was an offer from the famed mercenary group Demon Cannon Regiment to combat the kaiju if it ever made landfall. As the Regiment was mostly a mech group, their offer was being seriously considered by several of the smaller countries.
I listened to the news before switching off the channel and went onto the net. I turned to Solar Chance or as it is more commonly known, the solar gambling website. It is a site that give gamblers quotes on anything and everything, and true to form there were odds given on the kaiju. There are ever-changing odds on where it would land, how much damage it would create, how many lives would be lost, even one on whether the Earth Satellite Laser needed to be used to kill it. I scanned through the site before putting some credits on where it would make landfall. I threw the dishes into the sink before going up to the roof. It was time to go to work.
By the time I arrived at the workshop, I already got a message from Jaya. I went to the Dive console to access the message and saw that he already got the quotes for the various licensing agreement. He only need my okay to seal the deals. It was shockingly fast. I had expected word from him only in a few days and saw that Jaya also sent me a private message. I quickly accessed it and found out why he was able to get the quotes so quickly.
The rights to the IK Battle-axe was held by a small virtual company that exist solely on the Dive designer platform. Only a minimum payment was required and even that might not be necessary as it was highly doubtful that the company could afford the legal fees to take me to court. Jaya however suggested that I just pay them as the payment was so small it just wasn't worth the risk of going to court.
The rights to the Steambot and the X-S Cable Punch were held by the same company. Called Classic Knight Private Limited, they were delighted by Jaya's enquiry and offered him a twenty year production license agreement on the Steambot for sixty thousand credits. They would throw in the agreement of the Cable Punch for free if I agree to it. Jaya had the impression that someone asking for the production license of the Steambot was a rare occurrence. The situation with the SH-3 Legs was no different.
Held by a company called Clockwork Lovers, the small company was created by enthusiasts of clockwork technology and they holds the rights to several clockwork machinery. According to Jaya, they all but admitted they can't remember when was the last time someone wanted to buy a license agreement from them and a man who call himself the company president got on the line with him to thank him personally. He also wanted to know who the buyer was. Jaya brush him off by saying he needed to consult me before giving out the name. Jaya also wanted to know if I really want to use 'The Fat Tinkerer' as my company name.
I gave a small laugh. Although I thought up the name on a whim, I liked it. I'm fat; tinkering is the first skill I gained through the System; and the name was a subtle tribute to my father. It wasn't a great name, but it was fitting and I was going to keep it. I began looking through all the documents Jaya sent me and was surprised by how low the prices were. After thinking about it, I realized it made sense. There may be a niche market for Steam and Clockwork machines but most of the buyers would be looking for vintage and classic machines. Few buyers would be interested in a brand new modified Steambot. It almost make me pray to the non-existing Gods that the System was not going to give me a new mission to sell the Jumpbot.
"System, you're there?"
[Yes, User Tobias Wong. How may I assist you?]
"I take it you won't be able to tell me if you are going to give me a future mission to sell my Jumpbot?"
[That is correct. As I had said before, the Mad Triple did not want to unduly influence the choices of his descendants, only to help them on their life journey. Thus I am unable to give information on future missions before you unlock them.]
"Thought so."
I typed out a message to Jaya telling him I was happy with the terms given and to complete the agreements. I added that the company name is staying and his commission fee would be transferred to his account once the agreements were signed. I hesitated for a moment before sending out the message. Jaya must have been waiting for my reply as he confirmed my message almost immediately. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Now that the paperwork is done, I'm finally a bonafide Battlesuit Designer. Now for the fun part of the job; Production.

Tobias Wong is a man with secrets. 
He dreams of being a Battlesuit Designer.
He does not hate the government.
And his father is a supervillain.
Then one day, his absent father left him another. A secret so big and powerful, it would change his life forever.
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This is the unedited draft of the story. There is a published version of this novel on Amazon. Thanks

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