I'm writing this on my phone so bear with me
in no way do I know how to write a book

"By the way girls, I would like you to meet, Jessy my daughter," Sarah said, introducing Jessy to the two ladies.
Aunt Ruth and Aunt Ruby looked at each other while smiling at Adam.
"Wow, you had a pretty daughter, Sarah!" Ruth commented.
"She looks as pretty as her mother," Ruby said.
"Hello, Aunt Ruby and Aunt Ruth, nice meeting you all!" Jessy greeted her mother's friends with a broad smile on her face.
"And who is this young man with you?" Sarah asked, her brows knitted together, the way her daughter looked at the young man seemed like they have known each other for a long time.
"Ah, this one...he is Gavin Sanders, a good friend of ours," explained Ruth.
Sarah pulled Ruth beside her and whispered in her ears. "Can this guy be trusted with our secret?"
"Yes, of course. He is Adam the Royal couple's resurrected son, your daughter's childhood sweetheart, but please keep it a secret, the rest of the vampires don't know yet," Ruth said.
Sarah was shocked.
The last time he saw Prince Adam he was the ugliest vampire that she had ever seen in her whole life.
Sarah glanced at her daughter...she saw Jessy was locking eyes with Gavin.
Ah, young love...
Ruby walked to their side. "Let's start girls..."
"Okay," Ruth and Sarah replied in unison.
"Good evening everyone! Welcome to your new home, these condominium resort residences are called~ The Habitat~ you will be well-taken care here. Everything you need rest assured these residences can provide you anything," Ruby said.
A projector was now playing directed into the whiteboard, showing the interior of every residence...the kitchen, living room, bathrooms and bedrooms are fully furnished. The small presentation was being shown so that the new occupants already have an idea of how their new home will look like. Then the resort amenities were also being highlighted, the one-kilometer forest park, the stunning swimming pools, the basketball and tennis court, the rooftop garden, the canteen, the grocery store, the library room, children's playroom, a mini-clinic with a pharmacy and there's also a clothing store. A stunning aerial view of the whole condominium townhouse and the neighboring forest appeared on the screen.
Then Ruth began speaking on the sound system. "The canteen offers breakfast starting from 5 to 9 in the morning, then lunch will be served at 11 up to 2 in the afternoon, then dinner will start at 6 up to 9 in the evening. You can choose to take out the foods and bring them to your condo unit or eat right there in the canteen. As for the basic needs, the grocery store is open starting at 8:00 in the morning until 8:00 in the evening. Adjacent the grocery store is the management's office, you can write your complaints and suggestion there, all your opinions are welcome, please don't hesitate to voice out your concerns and ideas. This place is built to offer you ultimate comfort. Have a nice stay everyone, nice meeting you all, you can call me Ruth," she smiled at the people in front of her.
Ruth steps down on the podium and it's now Ruby's turn to speak.
"Hello everyone, my name is Ruby...we are sisters," she pointed at Ruth. "It's my great pleasure to speak in front of you all and able to meet everyone here tonight. We are the managing team behind this condo residences. We hope you will like your new home, we make every condo unit as comfortable as possible and well suited to everyone's taste. All the condo units had uniformed interior design...same appliances and same floor area. We do have a strict rule here that we implemented, no one can get out of the townhouse, everyone must remain inside the building's perimeters day and night, this is to make sure everyone is safe. Please follow the rules. Thank you very much for your cooperation. Now we will start giving numbers to the people sitting on the front...the numbers will start at 1 to 150. Those who got the numbers from 1 to 50...will go with Ruby. The number from 51 to 100 will go with me and the number from 101 to 150 will go with Sarah here. After we already settled the first 150 in their new home we will come back for the next batch, now please stand up those who had a number starting from 1 to 50...let's keep moving...hold your kids and wife's hands. Thank you!"
Ruby steps out in the podium and a few minutes later the mortals lined up according to their numbers.
The first 50 families were out...
Then the next 50 follow suit...
The last 50 of the first batch were already out of the function room.
The first batch was already settled into their new home.
Jessy and Adam were distributing numbers for the next batch. Since they can't talk to each other because hundred of eyeballs were staring at them, they just have to sneak glances at each other. They would give each other a knowing smile then a smirk will curl up in their lips.
They can't wait to be alone together.
Fifteen minutes later...
Ruby, Ruth, and Sarah returned and time for the second batch.
One hour later...
Time for the third batch...
It's already near midnight when the whole event was finished.
As soon as the last batch was out of the door...
Jessy catapulted into Adam's waiting arm. "I miss you so much!" she murmured in his ears.
"Me too!" Adam replied and hugged Jessy tightly.
They were about to lock lips when the trio returned.
Ruth, Ruby, and Sarah come back to the function room with a tired expression on their faces, yet they were also sporting a happy and satisfied expression after everything went well according to plan.
"I'm tired but hungry!" Ruby said, she sat on the chair yawning.
"Me too!" Sarah agreed, she sat beside Ruby.
Ruth fished out her phone from her shoulder bag and called the officer-in-charge of the canteen and requested a snack delivery into the function room.
Fifteen minutes later...the delivery arrived.
French fries, cheeseburger and soft drinks with one bucket of fried chicken were delivered into the function room.
They began eating the foods with appetite.
"How about the occupants, Mom? They don't have dinner yet," Jessy said while munching at the crispy fried chicken she was holding in her right hand.
"Don't worry about them, the canteen already provided a packed dinner for each condo unit as a welcome gift to the occupants one hour before they arrived here. I bet some of them are already eating their dinner right now," Sarah answered.
"Ah, okay, that's good," Jessy replied.
Adam was busy munching at his french fries, while his feet and Jessy's feet were having a wrestling match below the table.
One hour later, all the foods have been consumed, they looked at each other with a satisfied grin on their faces.
"Oh my...I'm so full!" Ruth said.
"I'm feeling so sleepy after eating lots of foods tonight," Ruby yawned.
Ruth stood up. "Sarah, we were going to the guest room now to retire for the night."
"Goodnight Sarah and Jessy," Ruby said.
"Goodnight girls and Prince Adam," Sarah said.
Adam smiled at his mother-in-law. "Good night Ma'am...goodnight Jess!" he winked at his girlfriend.
Ruby, Ruth, and Adam exited the function room.


(Completed)

In the 20th century...

Fed up by the savage vampires merciless slaughter on humans, the anti-vampire vaccine was finally created by humans to protect themselves. The vaccine was able to annihilate 90% of vampires' race on earth. With nowhere to go and trapped below the ground, the remaining vampire clan needs to survive, it's either adopt... become mortal and survive...or perish!

Prince Adam was assigned the task to take care of the mortal being named Jessy, she's the girl that was chosen in the prophecy. Her blood once ingested by vampires' can transformed them into human beings, fangs gone within seven days, guaranteed.

Prince Adam fell in love with Jessy... the girl that was destined to marry his brother, Prince Zain.

Prince Zain and Jessy's union will secure the vampires' royal lineage... their offspring will bring forth a new race of powerful crossbreed, and one day the vampire race shall reign supreme again on earth.

To secure the safety of the newly vampire mortals, Jessy has to make a big sacrifice... that will change her life forever.

Adam and Jessy's love for each other... will be tested to the very end.


***I commissioned the cover from the artist shashika2 in Fiverr.


~My other novels in this site~

* The CEO's Painted Skin ~ Contemporary romance, 510 chapters, completed.
* Sweet Surrender: The CEO's Second Wife~ 117 chapters, ongoing.
* The Tale of Three Sisters ~ ongoing.

The beige-colored room was no larger than 3 by 5 meters. There was a bed at one end, underneath a very large window that took up most of the southern wall, and a low table right next to it. Clothes were strewn over a couple of chairs which were right next to a desk, which was occupied by a monitor and computer.

Raphael Simon, found dead of a heart attack on November the 5th, 2063, was sitting in his bed. Alive and well, he was glaring into his phone's screen. His breathing, which had been rugged up until now, was finally normal, his vision clearing up as the adrenaline pumping through his body subsided.

'This can't be real, right? I don't own a TARDIS, and there's no funny-looking bowtie guy talking nonsensically, so I can't have time travelled…, right?' Raphael calmed himself down and even chuckled at the absurdity of the idea.

Looking at the phone in his hands, Raphael decided to click the power button twice. A small line of text and a numpad appeared on the screen. 

"If found, delete porn." he read out loud and snickered. He had been using that as his lock screen message since he had been a teenager. After inputting four digits on the numpad, the phone unlocked itself.

7:15AM
09.09.2052
High chance of rain.

Raphael looked at the numbers for a while, seemingly still a bit shocked. When he finally came to, it was 7:20AM. He clicked on a small icon on the screen's lower-right edge and the phone turned on its camera application. The screen was now showing a number of fancy settings and abbreviations and, of course, Raphael's feet as well as the faux-wood floor underneath them. 

With another flick of the finger, the camera switched over and the screen now showed the face of a young man, barely out of high school. Raphael looked visibly younger. His hair had yet to start graying, and the stress lines that had plagued his forehead were nowhere to be seen.

"Either this is the most elaborate dream I've ever had…"

Not feeling convinced, he stood up and rushed to the bathroom. It was small, only a toilet and a shower, no space whatsoever. A tiny mirror was hung on the wall right next to the bathroom's door, a dripping faucet and sink underneath. Looking at himself in the tiny circular mirror, Raphael could clearly see himself from over a decade ago. His body was lithe and slim and his posture had yet to go bad. 

Raising his right hand, he traced the edges of his jawline as he looked on. 

"Wow, so that's what it felt like to have a chin, I'd almost forgotten!" he said, a fleeting grin flashing over his face.

He had now accepted the facts. Either he had gone completely crazy, or he had been woken up in his own past.

'No! Present, not past, this is now my present!' Raphael corrected himself, a look of determination blazing in his eyes as memories started drifting up.

Raphael Simon was born in 2031 and his life up until this moment had been very good.
He had grown up in a small village on the outskirts of London, his doting parents having decided to raise him in a calmer atmosphere, instead of the megapolis' hubbub. His grandparents often visited, and he had grown up playing in the woods and on playgrounds, teaching his friends random French words for the fun of it. 

His life had been untroubled, and as an only child he seldom lacked anything, although he never got everything he wanted. Ever since the day he got his first allowance, his parents had taught him to be frugal and save his own money. They had been very strict about this, as a lot of their friends and family had gone through bouts of financial problems.

This proved to be a good decision, one which Raphael himself kept close to heart, as when he was twelve he had bought himself his first computer. He could still remember the clunky little laptop he had bought from a neighbor. It was so old that he had had to rummage for spare parts years later, as most of them were obsolete and the brand that had made the laptop itself had gone under decades ago. 

It was through this laptop, aptly named Tiny, that Raphael had found the two loves of his life. Video games and cooking.

Through no fault of his parents, the then-short Raphael had stumbled across a website for cooking recipes and from that day on he would spend his free time in the kitchen. His online friends would often make fun of him for this, as he would often disappear for a few minutes in the middle of a game, because he had forgotten to take something off or out of the stove.

With a faint smile on his face, Raphael walked back to his room and sat down on the chair in front of his desk, turning on his computer. Tiny had long since passed away, but parts of it still lived on in its nameless bigger brother. Another password field showed up and with a few keystrokes and clicks, Raphael opened his email and found one of the best things about waking up in 2052.

Curiously, after almost seven years of cooking and experimenting in-between video games, younger Raphael had decided to sit down and write down all of the recipes he had created over the years and share them with other gamers. It took him nearly a year and a half to arrange everything perfectly, as he had started culinary school soon afterwards, but he had managed. It had been a monumental achievement, as he had poured all of his knowledge into the little booklet, hoping that it would do some good for his fellow gamers. The recipes were divided in such a way, that it would be easy to decide what to make based on cooking experience, required time to cook and nutritional value. The booklet even included information on what to eat based on how active one was in real life.

Unbeknownst to him, after he successfully finished the final edit of his book, '1337 Cooking Recipes', and shared it with his friends and family, his parents had swiftly sent it off to numerous publishers. None the wiser, Raphael continued studying and soon after successfully graduated as a licensed cook. But because of the decision his parents had made six months ago, he could now proudly open his email to the news of having, for the first time ever, earned money by doing something that he loves.

✉ Offshoot Publishing: Final Contract (New)

Sadly, there was one major downside about coming back to 2052. 

As if in expectation, Raphael's body visibly tensed up. Suddenly, a melody started playing out of his phone. A faint voice kept repeating the same thing over and over, with an upbeat tune in the background.

♫♪♫ Sha, sha-ba-da, sha-ba-da, feel good…– ♫♪♫

Burying his hand in his pocket, Raphael took out the hiPhone XXS and unlocked it, ending the melody's perpetual loop. 

A to-do list application had opened itself, which had a single entry, for 3PM.

☐ Go to funeral

Dazed and with a throbbing heart, Raphael Simon wakes up to find himself given a second chance.

His mistakes, his regrets, the things he never achieved or even thought about trying - all of these are now open to him once again, as he wakes up eleven years younger, at the very beginning of Origo, the VRMMORPG which he immersed himself in for a third of his previous life.

In the depths of a forest filled with vines and undergrowth, near a captivating waterfall is where his story begins anew - the story of Jiver Lefevre.

A Human, a Blacksmith, and a Rogue that threw away his daggers for two sturdy hammers.

But as the things are getting hot and heavy Austin phone rings . Austin ignore it , but it rings again immediately so Denise tells Austin to answer in case it's an emergency.  It's Nathan and luckily for him it is an emergency - a French company with an exclusive contract with them is being targeted by a UK company. 

Since they are such a large brand if they decide to break their contract Yuli group would incur some losses. Austin ask for a report on their potential loss and on profit the French company has made from being sold in Yuli duty free stores compared to their competitors stores.

Left alone Denise starts to tie the not on the blouse then wounder if that's weird in case Austin comes back. Denise gets flush thinking about their kiss and undoing her top she gulps some more wine to settle herself.

After reviewing the numbers Austin tells Nathan that they can't afford to pull the French company products and will have to renegotiate their contract which he believes they have ulterior motive. Austin and Nathan decides they need to leave for France first thing in the morning.


Austin realise that if he goes to France he won't see Denise for a week so he needs to make today night count.  But by the time he gets back to her she drunk and fast asleep.  He grumbles in her direction that he is leaving trip tomorrow she will regret it if they don't make the most of today but she doesn't wake up.

Austin violent cough right in Denise ears but it doesn't work out Austin finally gives up and carried her to the bed . Austin gives her a kiss on a forehead.  He complains that at this rate he will become an expert in forehead kissing. 

In the morning Denise finds herself alone in Austin bed she realize with horror that she drank too much and fell asleep.  Austin is sitting in nearby chair grumbles he doesn't sleep well last night.  Denise nervously giggles Denise ask him about the call last night.  Austin sighs that he is leaving on a business trip.

Denise helps him pack he gives her a back hug and wines about not seeing her for a week. Austin threatens her to pack her in the suite caste and take her with him but Denise tells she has worked to take care of. Austin takes a picture of himself with her in Denise phone to keep her company while he is gone than one of her for himself. 

Austin also takes one  picture with her and tells if she doesn't contact him she will service punishment Denise ask what punishment he kisses as she open her mouth to breath Austin slight his tongue to play with hers.

As they caught their breath Denise ask if he had Kiss some before as how expect he is. Austin face darkens  I have only kisses you so don't think more i just love kisses you.

The  story revolves around Austin Young  vice president of his family owned company , Yuli Group. 
He is smart,ruthless and doesn't pay attention to  what his trusty secretary Denise kim is trying to tell him most of the time.

After nine years of working with Austin Young and his stroking very ego . secretary Denise decides to quite her job. 

can Austin accept the fact that Denise no longer wants to work for him or will he get the  wrong ideas ? 

please read my first novel . it's my first time writing I hope you like the story. 

I will try to update daily

They walked into the small house. Li Du took out the four antique clocks while Hans chatted with the shrewd-looking Mr. Raymond.
Seeing the antique clocks, Raymond's eyes lit up. Ignoring his conversation with Hans, he picked one up to take a closer look.
With just one look at it, he confidently said, "This was made in the Louis XV style. I would say this is a gilt-bronze, French-styled mantel clock with porcelain flowers from the Meissen company in Germany."
"Do you mean that the porcelain flowers are German, from Meissen, and that the clock was made in France?" asked Hans.
This was different from what Kevin from the general store had said. Kevin had told them that the box was English. The clock should be the same.
Raymond shook his head. "No, it was just made in the French style. It was probably made in England, sometime between 1815 and 1850."
Li Du and Hans glanced at each other. The old man was a true connoisseur. With just one glance, he'd been able to tell them what Kevin had taken a long time to figure out, and give them a more specific time frame.
Putting what Kevin and Raymond had each said, the authentic antique clocks had been produced in England between 1815 and 1820, during the reign of King George the Third, with German porcelain accessories and English gilt, in the French style.
Hans coughed and told him what they knew.
Raymond looked at him with astonishment. "You two have good eyes. This isn't a famous clock. It's quite impressive to know this much."
"How much are you willing to pay for these clocks?" Hans asked. "I imagine that anyone who loves clocks would be very interested in old masterpieces such as these."
Raymond put down the clock. "If it really were a bronze-gilt French-style mantel clock with Meissen porcelain flowers, then it would be an old masterpiece."
"What does that mean?" Hans's expression darkened.
"These are counterfeits. And counterfeits less than twenty years old at that," continued Raymond. "I'm sorry, but they're worthless."
This was a real blow to Hans. They had picked these randomly when dividing the clocks with The President's Umbrella. At the time, he had told them that there were only two authentic clocks among the nine.
"Our luck can't be that bad, can it?" Hans looked at Li Du bitterly. "All four are counterfeits? We didn't get a single real one?"
Treasure hunters based their trade on transparency and fairness. They didn't try to fool their buyers, and in exchange, their buyers shared information with them.
If a treasure hunter were to sell a counterfeit or substandard item, whether it was intentional or not, their reputation within the trade would go down. Fewer people would be willing to deal with them.
So Hans communicated with Li Du openly without avoiding Raymond hearing them.
Li Du didn't answer, but looked curiously at the old man. "Mr. Raymond, how could you tell that they were counterfeits?"
The old man said confidently, "Come. Let me show you. No matter how well-made a counterfeit is, there are ways to tell."
He lifted the antique clock in front of him. "First of all, real antique clocks are made in one piece. Whereas counterfeits are made with thin and light copper plates welded together.
"The assembly needs to be done layer by layer, so the space between the plates is large and the surface uneven. Overall, counterfeits look flimsy, not solid and substantial like authentic ones."
Li Du scrutinized the clock and frowned. "It looks quite solid to me."
Raymond smiled and pointed to the clock's surface. "Fine. Let's move on. Do you think that the surface was gilded or plated?"
Obviously, plating was a modern process while gilding was the traditional way of doing it.
"For counterfeits, a large part of the cost of production comes from the plating, so the plating is usually thin. There are even cases where the sides, back, and base of the clock aren't plated."
At this, Raymond lifted the clock to take a look. "Not bad. The whole clock was plated. It's well made even though it's just a counterfeit."
Li Du shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell that it's plated and not gilded."
Raymond said, "Then we'll have to open it up. You don't mind, do you?"
Naturally, they didn't mind. Antique clocks weren't like chinaware. They were made of machinery. To strike a deal, they would have had to open it up to check on the wear and tear of the parts anyway.
He moved aside. Hans got to work with a full set of screwdrivers. Li Du swapped the clocks inconspicuously.
Throughout all this, the old man continued, "Counterfeits can usually be recognized by the clockwork inside. We usually find modern screws, nuts, gaskets and even newer alloys in there.
"And if this were a two-hundred-year-old clock, the clockwork should show some wear and tear, especially between the pinion gear and the bridge. If there isn't any wear and tear around there, then it's just not right…"
The antique clock was opened up, its parts displayed in the open. The screws and bolts looked old and worn, nothing like modern parts.
Seeing this, Raymond frowned and hesitated. "Of course, counterfeit clocks have to be distressed and antiqued, including its internal clockwork. But some details still can't be faked…"
"Which are?" asked Li Du.
"The clockwork can be faked," Raymond said, "but authentic clocks have labels which bear the logo of the factory, the year of production, patent numbers, and all that. Counterfeit clocks can have them too, but I have never seen one which is clear and well-defined."
Hans carefully blew away the dust in the clock in the clock with a blow dryer. A few clear, well-defined words appeared on the inside of the base and some other parts.
There was a sentence inscribed on the base—"May HRH The Prince of Wales be as everlasting as time."
Raymond was stunned.
Hans, too, was taken aback. "Shouldn't this clock be from the era of King George the Third? Why is it praising Prince George as the Prince of Wales?"
"The Prince of Wales that it's referring to is George the Fourth. King George the Third suffered from mental illness in his later years. His son, George the Fourth, Prince of Wales, ruled as Prince Regent in his place. This also proves that this clock was produced during the late reign of King George the Third."
Hans was impressed. "Your knowledge of history is not bad at all. "
Li Du rolled his eyes and raised his phone. "When Kevin told us about the boxes, I did some research on the internet. I just happened to read about this."
Raymond kept quiet. He took out a magnifying glass to take a closer look at the clock. He also pulled out his phone, took some pictures, and sent them to someone.
After a while, his phone rang. He walked off and had a short conversation over the phone. Then, he walked back and said, "Give me a price. How much for this clock?"
"You're sure about it?" Hans asked.
Raymond nodded. "This is an authentic piece. The truth has proved my mistake."


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

(These will only be explanations about myself and why everything will happen slower. Also why I chose this story. If you just want to read the story you can basically skip this) :)

I'm German and had English since 5th grade, so I'm fairly decent with the English language if I can say so myself. So apart from spelling, punctuation and maybe a grammar mistake here and there it should be readable.

Now something concerning the story. I'm a big Starcraft and Star Wars Fan so I would love to write Stories about those Universes, the only Problem being that they are so vast and complex that I don't want to write Stuff that's wrong and just ends up breaking the Story/Universe-Immersion.
That's why I chose Pokémon. Everybody knows and loves the Universe and there's not many Laws and Aspects you have to look out for. 

Worst Problem for the story will probably be that I'm a student and most of the time don't have much time on my hands. Moreover, I only played Pokemon Games in German, so I will have to google every single Pokemon Name and Attack - making my Time Problem only worse.
This will be my first story and the first one that I wrote since I was a small child so bear with me. :| 
All advice is welcome if you have any good Ideas plot-wise I have no problem implementing them. I have a general idea where I want to good with the story but nothing for the long term. :D

The Novel-cover is temporary until I find something better, draw something better myself or some kind of Cover-Miracle happens.
 
Ok, let's do this!


(REPOSTED AS AN AUXILIARY CHAPTER!) (EVERYTHING THAT FOLLOWS ARE COMMENTS FROM THE ORIGINAL FOREWORD CHAPTER)

_SomeRandomGuy_
Go for bro👍🏻

usernanne
What I really wish to see at least once, Is an Self/OC insert story that plays out in a time frame of at least a few decades instead of just a few years. What I also find important is for the MC to not always win and maybe even experience huge amounts of loss regardless of preparation and personal power.

AngelElfMask
You've been learning English since the 5th grade and are better at your second language then I am. I am 19 and been learning French since Kindergarden and I only cant to 12 and I only know 3 words being Bonjour (Hello) Aurevior (Bye) and Niege (Snow) I have even had my cousin tutor me and I still cant get it for the life of me :(

Bloosk (as an answer to AngelElfMask's comment)
You're telling me you've been trying to learn French for 14 years but only know 3 words and 12 numbers? Reeks of a lie.

AngelElfMask (as an answer to Bloosk's comment)
Believe it or dont *shrug*

Me (as an answer to Bloosk's comment)
I learned spanish since,... like 9th Grade until 11th grade and only know like 3 sentences. But that's not as long as 14 years so I would agree with you on that, unless he really really wasn't into learning french :D :D :D

BankroMist
gogogogo

PraiseTheSun99
Hey man don't be worried about the small mistakes, i'm in college and still suck at writing. 😭😂

Kylleny2black1 (as an answer to PraiseTheSun99's comment)
... :)

Kylleny2black1
... :)

A 23 year old Student dies in a motorcycle accident. Not having done anything evil in his short life God lets him choose in what Universe he wants spend his next life. After some thinking he decides the wisest choise would be something harmless like the Pokémon Universe. 

Waking up he has to realize that his new Life won‘t be easy as he wished it would be. 
Now stuck with his new body he has to find a good way to live on his own....

There were still traces of tears on Shi Sheng's face, her eyes reddened from 'crying' as she bit on her lip, as if to act strong. Overall, she made for a very pitiful looking appearance. "Auntie, thank you for all these years of looking out for me. We're both women so you should understand how I feel, I…"

This sentence aimed directly at the sore spot of Mrs Nangong. Nangong Zheng wasn't as monogamous as Xu Chengyue's father; He kept many mistresses. Since Nangong Zheng had always been sensible enough to not let any of them get pregnant or make trouble for her, she just pretended like they didn't exist. Such was the existence of the modern bourgeoise.

Hence it was understandable that Mrs Nangong's heart softened upon seeing such a young and likable young lady about to follow in her own footsteps. She moved her lips but in the end was unable to say anything.

"Have you thought it through clearly?" Her father was again asked her seriously.

Shi Sheng nodded, "I've thought it through."

She looked at Nangong Jing. That was a face that was clearly heavy with despair yet when Nangong Jing met those eyes, he saw only indifference. Even if there were still some tears left in the corner of her eyes, in their depths, it was an eerie stillness. Nangong Jing felt that there was something wrong, as if she shouldn't be acting like this. Though upon thinking that he could finally get rid of the engagement, he suppressed that feeling of wrongness and coolly met Shi Sheng's gaze.

"Chengyue, this isn't a small matter. It concerns the interests of both of our families. Will you please reconsider?" What was going through Nangong Zheng's mind was, 'If father knows that I let these two dissolve the engagement, he's going to scold me to death.'

As it just so happened, Nangong Zheng was most afraid of his father and hence the one who least wanted their engagement broken. No matter whether it was considering the interests of their two families or from a private angle, dissolving the engagement was not a smart move.

'If it hadn't been for this brat… He actually dared to cheat on his fiancée in his own home. Too reckless, he needs more guidance.'

"Mr Nangong." Chu Tang spoke suddenly, scaring the living daylights out of Nangong Zheng, who hurriedly turned to look respectfully at Chu Tang.

Chu Tang's lips curved. "I believe the lady has made herself quite clear. I hope Mr Nangong will not delay her in her pursuit for happiness."

Nangong Zheng glanced at Shi Sheng who had her head lowered out of the corner of his eye. 'She could actually get Chu Tang to speak out for her…'

"I understand." Chu Tang was a person who could make a person go broke just because of a disagreement. He didn't dare to offend him.

Aside from Shi Sheng and Nangong Zheng, it was probable that no one else here knew about Chu Tang's true identity, hence seeing Nangong Zheng so servile to him inevitably made everyone else extremely curious.

Though, of course, no one dared to ask.

Dissolving the engagement would require calling for a press conference so Nangong Zheng had the matter temporarily delayed for three days. Three days was enough time for anyone who was going to change their mind to do so.

Chu Tang had given Shi Sheng a name card before he left. It was black with silver patterning, giving it the look of subtle yet luxurious. On it was only his name as well as a string of numbers, clearly a private mobile number. Ever since Shi Sheng had got on the car, her father had been looking at it curiously. In the end he couldn't resist his curiosity and asked, "Girl, that man was…?"

To be able to make Nangong Zheng so respectful… He couldn't think of anyone right off the bat.

"Chu Tang." Shi Sheng showed the name card to her father. These two words: '楚棠'{pinyin: chu3tang2} were written in bold on the name card so they were exceptionally clear.

His mind filtered through all the Chu Tangs that he knew of before recalling a certain legend of the business world that had once revealed a blurry profile shot of his face on the cover of a financial magazine.

'Chu Tang… Is it the one I'm thinking of?'

Having guessed what was going through his mind, Shi Sheng nodded, 'Yes it's the one you're thinking of. That Chu Tang.'

Completely ignoring her father whose inner thoughts must have been a maelstrom of chaos by now, she calmly entered the string of numbers into her phone. 'At least that pervert didn't have too bad of an impression of me. This task shouldn't be too hard…'

Only when they reached home did her father just manage to pull himself out of his stupor. "Girl… you didn't dissolve the engagement with the Nangong brat for him, right?"

It was quite apparent her father had quite a… refreshing train of thought. Shi Sheng's lips twitched. 'Are you really my dad?'

Seeing that Shi Sheng's expression wasn't quite right, her father thought he had said something wrong. "Don't be upset, it's the Nangong brat that's missing out. Chu Tang's a good man, let's take him down!"

'Dad, you're awesome! If Chu Tang were that easy to take down all the women in this world should just kill themselves by smashing their heads with tofu!'

Shi Sheng shook her head, choosing to ignore this father who had a strange train of thought. Now that she had dissolved the engagement, she had completed task number one – To leave that asshole.

'Though if I get the chance to step on him a few times, I will gladly offer up my services. Without Xu Chengyue serving as the catalyst for the relationship between Nangong Jing and Su Yiyi, would their relationship still be as resilient? I look forward to testing this!'

"Hey, wait for dad! Come on and tell me, how did you get to know Chu Tang? He actually gave you his private number, does he like you? Work harder to chase him down, make that Nangong brat regret to death…"

#My dad is weird, pls help. Urgent & waiting for an answer#

#Future Son-in-Law Caught Cheating On Daughter, Encourages Daughter To Find Another Man To Bitch Slap Him#

Three days later, the press conference was held. Back when the engagement was announced, it was pretty big news. Xu Chengyue and Nangong Jing were touted as the model couple for this circle; childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven. As a result, the dissolution of the engagement garnered attention from everywhere.

It wasn't explained clearly in the press conference why the engagement was called off, leading to endless speculation by the public.

As of right now, one of the parties directly involved in the whole fiasco was sitting in a high-end restaurant staring at a certain pervert sitting across from her. All she did was send a message without too much hope of getting a reply… But she got one! Not only did he reply, he even agreed to have dinner with her, nearly scaring the crap out of her!

Shi Sheng tugged on her lips in a forced smile. "Has Mr Chu stared enough?"

'If you weren't the man I was trying to slee- I mean date[1], I'd have started launching punches about now.'

They had already been here for nearly half an hour and the entire time Chu Tang had just been staring at her like that, causing her scalp to tingle and her body to stiffen.

"Miss Xu is quite bold. Right after dissolving an engagement with someone else, you invite me out on a date. You aren't afraid the reporters will write any incriminating articles?" Chu Tang's wicked gaze swept over her face with bold abandon, in it were hints of teasing and playfulness.

Shi Sheng held down her right hand with her left while her inner monologue went something like, 'Resist! You can't hit him! He's your future boyfriend!'

Shi Sheng maintained a stoic face. "I am just attempting to repay Mr Chu's help in speaking out that day."

"But why do I feel like…" Chu Tang paused before raising his voice, "You want to hit me?"

'Oh and why on earth would I want to HIT you? Trust me, I want to sle- date you!'

"Mr Chu really knows how to crack a joke." Shi Sheng gave a stiffened smile before forcefully changing the subject, "Are you hungry? Why don't we eat first?"

Sitting here for half an hour, she had noticed the waiters next door looking at them funnily a few times. Most importantly, she hadn't eaten much earlier during lunch. It was already 7pm and she was starving.

"I'm not hungry."

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

'Are you even a gentleman? Can't you see I'm starving here?!'

Chu Tang continued, "I ate afternoon tea before I came out."

'What the fuck! You ate before coming out on a date with me! Simply inhuman!'

Seeing the person who was sitting across from him grinding her teeth, Chu Tang felt an inexplicable amusement as his eyes curved into crescents and the wickedness that seemed to linger around him retracted. The Chu Tang as of now appeared to be an angel fallen onto earth…

Shi Sheng got the shivers when this thought popped up and resolved to eat something to suppress it.

 

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[1] I try making this as non-crass as possible when I can 😉

 

 

Translator's Corner:

Now we know where Nangong Jing gets his cheating genes from… Just in case some people are wondering, the bourgeoise were a class of nobility. I think the word originates from French?

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System: Host, what is that thing in the sky?

Shi Sheng: An intergalactic spaceship.

System: …This is a cultivation world, where did an intergalactic spaceship come from?!

—

System: Host, what are you holding in your hand?

Shi Sheng: Xuanyuan Sword.

System: This is an advanced scientific world, where did an ancient divine sword come from?! Wait a moment… Host what are you doing?! Σ(°△°|||)︴

Shi Sheng: Breaking apart the main couple. ヾ(^▽^*)))

#MyHostIsTooPowerfulAndLikesToBreakShips#

Note : ‘shipping’ is the term people use when they want two people to be a couple.

° Disclaimer :  Not my own story ʕ•ﻌ•ʔ °
• For offline purposes (´ε｀ )♡ •
Author(s)
Mo Ling
墨泠

Life has a way of lowering expectations, and as you know I'm a middle-aged specimen of the human race. I wasn't hoping our arrival at the hotel would feature a celebration involving red carpets, a smiling hotel manager, and a choir of cute chambermaids singing For They're Jolly Good Fellows. However, given Kross's remarks about special deals and connections in high places I did anticipate being stroked here and there - a bit of special service, maybe complimentary champagne as favored by Tad, or maybe a suite for the price of a room.

It didn't happen. As the cab turned into the flower-bedded, fountained driveway leading to the front entrance, Kross slapped my palm with his passport and said:

"Take this and get our keys. The reservation's in your name. We'll meet up by the rooms."
So: no suites. I said:
"The reservation's in my name, eh? What are the room numbers?"
"You'll find out," said Kross.

The cab stopped, and I was ejected into the colonnaded entrance. There were two admirals in full dress uniform flanking the huge automatic sliding doors. One of them saluted me as I went by.

The lobby was awe-inspiring, bigger than the main squares of many towns. The marble walls run up to a glass dome resembling a cathedral's. There were at least two fountains that added trickly sparkle to the multilingual noise of a hundred conversations. The air was spiced with the scent of a hundred exotic, expensive perfumes. I had some difficulty zeroing in on the marble battlements of the reception counter; although it was the size of a small castle, it was dwarfed by the five-story high storefronts, the fountains, a hundred loud neon signs.

I crossed over to the reception, swimming through the sea of voices. Most likely the vast majority of those exotic, important-sounding conversations ran along where-the-fuck-have-you-been-I-been-here-for-an-hour lines.

The room numbers were 1011 and 1012. While I waited for the elevator, I noticed most people in the hotel atrium were white. Black and shades of brown came next, and maybe ten per cent were of diverse different hues. One specimen in angry pink stood out in particular, and I reminded myself to stay out of the sun as much as possible. During the flight Kross had told me a couple of stories about fresh arrivals having their brains boiled within a few hours of venturing outside.

He was waiting by the rooms, as promised, leaning against the wall next to the luggage and talking to a cell phone. I hadn't seen him use a cell phone before, and I had the feeling I wasn't intended to see it, because he terminated the conversation very quickly and pocketed the phone with a suggestion of haste. I handed him his key.

"Ten eleven all right?" I said.
"No, I want ten twelve." We exchanged keys silently, and he put his into the lock. He said:
"I'll give you a shout in an hour or so."
"What for?"
"Dinner."

                                                                         * * *

I let my knife and fork clank down next to the gristly remains of my steak. I gave Kross the heavy, belligerent eye. Then I said:

"Now look here, I've got something to tell you. You must admit I've been pretty good about everything, patiently going along with everything you say and all that bullshit. And I understand you're the security expert. But maybe there's something you don't fully realize. I haven't spent all my life in crappy rooming houses. I've been in charge of up to twenty other people on ventures that cost ten thousand dollars a minute. I'm not a fucking snot-faced kid. So while I appreciate the need for discretion, this whole need-to-know business, I also feel I need to know more in order to be comfortable. I want to know exactly how you're setting things up. I want to know how many hotel rooms around the world are reserved in my name."

He was smoking a cigarette and he blew smoke in my face. He said:
"Is that what you want to know - names?"
"No, no names," I said. "I don't need names. I need to know exactly how things will work. Stop fucking around with smokescreens."

He considered this for a while. He looked round the half-empty, half-dark hotel restaurant (the cheapest of the three - I'd insisted on it). Then he put out his cigarette and said:
"Do I need to tell you what will happen if you talk about this to anyone else?"
"You don't need to."
"Fine." He leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table. "Tomorrow, there's nothing for you to do but relax. We'll start early the day after. I want us out of the hotel by eight. We collect the car, which - note this - is reserved in your name. It's a white Peugeot 504, because that's the most common car around here. Manual gear shift, but you told me it's not a problem. We have to hit the border between ten and noon at the latest. That's when my guy will be expecting us."
"Your guy?"
"The guy in charge of the Ivory Coast customs. We've done business before. And he in turn knows the guy in charge on the other, Ghanaian side. They've done business before too. It's that simple."
"And I just get waved through?"
"And you just get waved through. They'll stamp your passport. That's all."
"And you'll be waiting there the whole time?" He shrugged.
"It shouldn't take you more than six hours. It cannot take you more than six hours. You have to get back before our guys go off duty."
"What if it takes me longer?"
"It won't take you longer. It's going to take under four hours. An hour's drive max each way, an hour on the spot. That's it, and you're done."

I let out a long exhalation and waited while the red-jacketed waiter collected our plates. Kross ordered two more beers. We were drinking a local brand called Flag. It was good.

"That's the part I have difficulty with," I said. "If this stuff is so easy to get at, how come it's still around after all those years? Two fucking centuries! And how do you know it's still around, anyway? You haven't checked lately, have you? There's only one way this stuff could be still around, just one way: it's hidden very well. And if it's hidden very well, then it's not easy to find, directions notwithstanding."
"It's easy to find," he said patiently.
"The fuck it is. Jesus Christ. What do I have to do to make you tell me where it's hidden? You'll have to tell me anyway. Does finding it involve a shovel and a bucket? Climbing a tree? Breaking in somewhere? Is it big and heavy? What do I carry it in - oh, for fuck's sake."
"Can't it wait till tomorrow?"
"No, it definitely can't wait till tomorrow." He thought about that for a while. Then he said:
"Okay. It's - "
"Kross!" exclaimed a female voice maybe an elbow's length from my left ear. Kross looked up and switched on a big grin. He said:
"Mireille!" He actually got up from his seat, the model of chivalry. And they started jabbering in French.

I got up too and half turned and a bim-bam-bong went off in my head and chest. I actually felt the old dog between my legs squirm and start sniffing - the first time it had shown any interest in ages.

She had dark shoulder-length hair with bangs and absolutely beautiful, slightly slanted black eyes, and she had a small nose and lips I wanted to kiss. She was wearing a grey, unflattering canvas dress, and still looked better than a model in a sparkling gown. When she looked at me and smiled I felt myself beginning to blush. I lifted the back of my hand to my mouth and coughed and glanced at Kross.

"Oh I'm sorry," said the model of chivalry, switching to English. "This is a friend of mine. Oscar."
"Hello Oscar," said Mireille. We shook hands and it was like touching God, or at any rate one of his favorite angels.
"Nice to meet you," I said and had to sit down quickly.
"I'll get another chair," said the efficient Kross. "Here." He swung his chair around to the side of the table.

Mireille sat down. For a while I couldn't think of anything to say. Then I had a brainwave and was just about to ask her if she wanted a drink when Kross returned with an extra chair, followed by a grinning waiter. I understood her French enough to know that she'd ordered a Pernod. Things were improving. There was a slim ray of hope I might be able to think of something interesting to say to her. I wanted to think of something like that because I wanted her to look at me.

In the meantime she was looking at Kross, and he looked back at her. It definitely was a reunion-of-old-pals type of scene. Probably they were busy counting wrinkles.

"You haven't changed," she said - most likely, lied - in English.
"Neither have you," lied he.
"How gallant." Then she looked at me, even though I still hadn't thought of anything to say.
"You two are here together or have you just met, too?" she asked.

It was an odd question and I had difficulty answering right away. Kross said something short and slightly excited in French. She frowned and began rooting through her handbag, a big flat shoulder-strapped pouch made from the pinkish brown, scaly skin of an unidentified reptile. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. It was one of those dark-tobacco French brands that smell like cigarillos dipped in sauerkraut juice. However, she smoked with such style it made up for the stink.

She began with an action that I applauded with all my heart - she took a deep drag and blew it out right into Kross's eyes.

"Don't screw around with me, Kross," she said. "Are you two together, and what are you doing here?" Kross held up his palms and grinned and I watched with a new interest: it was the first time I saw him look guilty.
"Oscar and I are here on a holiday," he said. "A week. It's his first time in Africa."
"So you two are together," she said. "On a vacation."
"That's right," I said easily. I could handle this, I thought. "We're going to the Komoe national park."
"The Komoe? You want to see if there are any elephants left, waiting to be photographed?" She turned to face Kross. "Is that the idea?"
"Hell yes," he said. "We already have a car rented." She snorted and said:
"An ordinary car? Or something with armor plating, and a couple of machine guns? No," she raised her hand to silence Kross, who became somewhat agitated. "Don't tell me. I don't want to know. Just promise me one thing: that you're not here to cause mischief."
"We're not here to cause any mischief whatsoever," said Kross in a ringing, clear tone. "And our car is a very ordinary Peugeot 504."
"You're going to the Komoe in a 504? You of all people know very well you need a four-wheel drive up there."
"We're going up to the Komoe," I said very firmly. She bent her head to look at me.
"If that's so you can visit me," she said. "I live nearby."
I was speechless. Kross cut in:
"Where are you based? Not in Abidjan?"
"Boundoukou. Right on the way into Komoe. I work at the UN hospital there. You can stop on your way in and on your way out. Check in, check out. That way," she said to Kross, "That way I'll know for sure."
"Hey," he said. "Of course. It will be our pleasure. Won't it, Oscar?"

I quickly swallowed some Flag.

"Sure," I said. "Sure. What do you do at the hospital, Mireille?"

She looked me in the eye and said:
"I cut people open, and saw them up again."

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What do you do when you've just lost your job, your wife, your home?
The answer is simple: you go looking for treasure in Africa.
NOTE: This is a completed novel I wrote a long time ago.

Looking at Qiao Hanye's computer, she realized that the screen was isolated and needed a password to open it.
"Uncle Qiao, what's your computer password? " He lanjin asked. The other end of the phone was silent. She picked up the phone at the side and saw that the screen was black.
She looked up at the ceiling, opened his drawer, and found a data cable to plug in. She said, "at the critical moment, the battery actually ran out. "
After charging and turning it on, the first thing she did was to call Qiao Hanye. From the other end, she said, "the user you have dialed has turned off his phone. Please try again later. ''
He lanjin rubbed her small hands. She wanted to use her program to crack his computer password, but she was surprised to find that even a hacker could not crack his computer. Only then did she realize that Qiao Hanye was actually a computer expert, and even above her.
This man was like a puzzle. Even if she peeled it open layer by layer, she would not be able to see through it What exactly did he not know He lanjin thought to herself.
She tried numerous passwords, but none of them worked. It was snowing heavily outside, so it was difficult to go out and buy a computer.
"What exactly is the password? " She asked. She tried her birthday and the dates she met, but they were all wrong. She flipped through her phone and suddenly saw a string of numbers.
Before Qiao Hanye left, he transferred her pocket money 1,314 times, a total of 683,280,000.
"683,280. " He lanjin entered the password and found the error. She was a little desperate. She casually entered "Hlj 683,280, " and the computer instantly lit up.
She did not expect that the balance of the money he transferred to her would be a password. Before the password, he added the capital letters HLJ he lanjin.
The money he transferred to her was 520,000 each time. After transferring 1314, it became the most romantic love password.
This meant that the meaning of the password was the result of loving you for the rest of your life. It was the final result When he lanjin thought of this, her face felt hot as if it was scalded. She did not expect that his computer password was to confess to her.
I love you for the rest of my life. It was the result.
"beep. " Just as she was about to continue writing the program, a message popped up. She looked at the message. "Zhao Yuyi has returned to Jiang city. "
Looking at the name Zhao Yuyi, her mind replayed the image of him in excruciating pain. She could not come back to her senses for a long time.
... ...
Jiang city, in the apartment.
Zhao Yuyi was lying on the bed. He felt an unbearable headache. He rolled over and got up. He realized that the blanket had slipped off. He looked up subconsciously when he saw that his clothes were gone.
He saw a figure standing in front of the French window with his back to him. However, Zhao Yuyi recognized that it was Lu Zifan.
"Young Master Lu? " Zhao Yuyi looked at him warily. Seeing that his clothes were scattered on the ground, he grabbed them and put them on.
Lu Zifan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Hearing his voice, he turned around and walked over. He lifted his Chin and said, "you're finally willing to come back? "
Zhao Yuyi was silent.
"recently, something happened to the Lu family. I can't take care of you. Take this money first, " Lu Zifan said, putting the stack of money on the table.
Zhao Yuyi looked at him and saw that Lu Zifan seemed to have become more haggard. He also saw the news that Lu Zhicheng had a car accident and that he had knocked himself into a vegetable.
Without waiting for him to speak, Lu Zifan picked up his coat and left.
He walked to the French window and saw that Lu Zifan had left in his car. Zhao Yuyi shook his head, not understanding why Lu Zifan suddenly appeared in his room and why he had fallen asleep.
"The box. " Zhao Yuyi ran to the side and rummaged through it. He found that the box his father had left behind before he died was gone.
Zhao Yuyi was stunned for a moment. He did not know if Lu Zifan had taken the box or if someone else had stolen it.
He fell to the ground and hit his head hard. He banged his head against the wall in pain and said, "how could such an important thing be lost? "
It was about his father's death, and there were so many secrets that he didn't have time to look into them?

On the eve of the engagement, he lanjin saw her sister and her fianc�� conspiring against the he family in the toilet. She immediately reported them to the headlines, tearing apart White Lotus flowers with one hand and torturing them with the other.
She didn't expect to provoke the young master of a wealthy family, Qiao Hanye. He was cold and heartless Yet, he spoiled her to the heavens By joining forces with her, her life would be smooth from then on.
"marry me. The he family is yours, and so is the Qiao family, " Qiao Hanye said seductively.
PS: recommend author's old article, "chief, YOU SPOIL ME TO THE HEAVENS! " Welcome to the group.

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