As I previously said , the purpose of this book is to free myself . From my thoughts . By thinking them over before writing them , and analyzing them with the cold reasoning Sherlock Holmes himself uses . Without being emotional . Because everything that is emotional is opposite to that cold judgement . I know one of the chapters made me cry so bad , but that is because that wound is this open . It hasn't healed yet . And it won't so soon . But the others were long healed . I just wanted to remember and to live throught those moments again . Those were made to make me more understandable by you , my reader , and to feel like I'm really getting rid of any hate for them . 
This is the first book I've ever published , and I'm doing it every day . However , this isn't the first time I write my thought . You name it : diary , notepad , lines , songs , poems . The most disturbing ones were for the notepad on my computer . I usually cried while writing them , for I put my very heart and opinion into them . But as time flew , I deleted some of them , scared someone could find them , but even more because they were impulses . That short impulse made me feel so many emotions , which gradually calmed me by writing them . So I deleted them . I kept only 2 . Which are my general opinion about daily topics . I will gradually repost them here , so you can see how a short impulse can generate so many words and so many emotions . 
This book also serves as an exercise itself . Funny , right ? It's like a track daily diary , were I put my most personal opinions and give the earnest pieces of advice , leaving a mark on this earth and life , while learning how to love myself . It's the evidence that I'm trying everyday to stop procrastinating , to growing , to glowing , and to improving more other things . This is also my way of communicating deeper topics , which I cannot bring myself to say with my own mouth . As a surprise , this is my first attempt of writing something freely , before getting into designing characters . I want to make a story composed 100% by me . I don't aspire to be a miracle writer , like JK Rowling , but at least I can do something that pleases me , and others , without feeling like I should put the latter one on a pedestal . How I actually do . I don't want to pursue a writing life , because in the future I would be feeding some mouths , so I need to make a living . I'm not saying writers don't earn much , but before that there are lots of ups and downs , and I need to take care of people who took care of me . 
So what kind of book would you be interested in ? A thriller ? A drama ? A romantic comedy ? Strange enough , I'm an incurable romantic , but also an action lover . Be prepared for everything . 
Just you wait . Tell me the blessing you had today . For me , it might be the chance to make things as I want them to be . For being completely in control . For having parents that understand that I can purchase anything wisely . 

a book without a genre . it's genre depends on you . if you are in love , it'll be romance . if you are sad , it'll be a tragedy. if you are happy , it'll be a comedy . it's not a will nor a diary , but it's made to free both the writer , and the reader .

Hell, it was unheard of!
...
As she walked home under the care of the sky, she thought to herself many things. Many things included her life itself, the loneliness and longing for love, all she said aloud. 

Thuy wasn't one to care about city problems or political problem for that matter because she had grown up and lived the life of an extremely secluded village girl life. 

One could say it was an advantageous thing, however her parents really wished for her to travel back to the city where they adopted her, to grow and live how a normal girl could wish to. Even though her foster parents treated her as well as possible, they weren't financially well off, only enough to sustain the main necessities. 

Surprisingly, today she was full of life!
So many thought strolled in head, even after meditating like always. Finally, she began to talk to herself for the world to hear, in an attempt to relieve her stress, which actually worked.

For no one was going to hear her, so nobody would care about her fantasies. Oh she had one too many, a normal person could say....however she wasn't normal.
...
Thuy's POV
...
As I made my way home, I was suddenly reminded of this presence I felt by me as I sat on the rocks. Strangely enough, it felt as someone was watching me, I didn't mind it though, as I totally unwind and immersed myself into dreamland once again. 

The crashed of the water against pebbles and rocks along with the smell of pure salt water. I was an ant in a cove with towering white cliffs which surrounded me. No seagulls could be heard, no life could be seen yet it was for the best. It complimented the introverted water, which radiated golden specks within it's clear blue colour. It wasn't shouting, nor was it aggressive, it was just calm. 

I loved the ocean, the ominous ocean. It helped me clear my thoughts everyone something wasn't right. It was addicting, sweet, numbing, peaceful.
It's hypnotising grace circled my body in small breaths which felt wonderful.

For me, not many things ran through my head, because school wasn't as big of a deal as everyone made it to be. 
In fact, it was just another opportunity for people to act like they own everything. I never had any company; the only company I ever had was the ocean. 

If being antisocial wasn't already enough, being so clever that you have nothing to do at school apart from sleep just added to my incompetence of being a friend. It was an even hopeless dream, but I didn't mind though. 
...
TPP POV
...
And just like that she arrived to her home. It was in the middle of a green field which her family had inherited in the past. She went straight upstairs to her bedroom after greeting her family. 

It was a small 3 bedroom home but it was spacious enough for the family. 

Luckily, if you looked through the back windows, you would be able to see the breathtaking view of the sea and the sunset. 
For Thuy, that was her ultimate get away, as she looked out of the window which she could stare at for days on end without even blinking. 
However, she also went by a special ritual which no one knew.
She wrote in a small diary every night; she had been doing it since she could write! 
Now she had nearly 11 books, one for each year, and today she wrote in it.

****
Dear diary,

Today was uneventful, as is everyday. However, today I felt the most exquisite feeling of company. A small warmth, a secrecy of wonders travelled around my body in small breezes which helped me relax. So much so that I could've sworn I would've went into slumber if I hadn't realised what time it was. 

Is that the feeling of love? Not just filial love, but love love? A love that can only be generated by a special person in your heart? If it is, I want it. I want it everyday. To relieve me of my loneliness once and for all. 

The only tangible company I've ever had from anyone apart from family is the ocean. It's my own fantasy. A small dream in the back of my head of my fantasy. A water God. 

Until next time, 
再见 (goodbye)

***
a/n: I've started another novel which I won't be updating as often since I now have 2 novels in writing but I assure you, you'll love it!! 

Thank you for your support, much love xx

Oceans. They were a phenomenon known widely around the world. So many underworld mysteries yet to be unraveled, and she happens to be it's first choice. Or rather, his first choice.

Thursday 05.26.16



Dear Macy,

I can't believe that Professor Garret did horrible things to me. The kind of act that only a monster can do it without feeling any guilt or regrets.

When he found out that I was not eating the food that he's giving me, he knew that I am trying to kill myself. I thought he's going soft but it was the opposite. He became rough on me to the point that I bled myself that I thought I'm gonna die. He slapped and punched me all over my body like I'm his punching bag while I'm hanging upside down. I vomited blood on the floor and it feels like my life is going to end soon.

But he wants me to suffer.

"You want to die?! How about to the people out there who is suffering everyday?! And you're just going to give up?! I am feeding you everyday and you have a large place to sleep! While others have to find shelters to last for a day and scarce for food!"

He told me these words. And I replied:

"This isn't living! This is prison! You're not taking care of me! You're taking away my life!"

But of course, I received a lot of punches and a mouthful of bad and hurtful words from him.

"This is what you get for whining about killing yourself! You have to suffer! Just like what others did."

I just stared at him, angrily. I am not afraid. If God will give me powers, I will make sure that he will not make it out alive from the Basement. I am certainly gonna kill him.

But maybe today is not the right time yet. Maybe I will get a chance to do my pay back at him. And I will make sure that he will experience the sufferings that he did to me.

I lie on the bloody floor and stared at the dark and cold room. I feel numb. And I just wish that this will end sooner than I expected. I can't get up. I feel the pain all throughout my body. It feels like I am already used to it that it makes me numb. Is this the end of me? Lying alone on the blood. My vision is starting to blur.

But I had to write something here before I die. I had to crawl across the room to get into my secret bookshelf and grabbed this diary. So by the time the police or someone comes in here, they will find all the details that Professor Garret did to me. So they'll know my story. Even if it's just a very few details. It's still worth a shot.

To whoever reading this, please send my loving messages to my daughter, Macy. I love her so much and I hope that she will live a better life than me. I hope that she will grow into a beautiful woman in the future. And please, do not tell her that I die in vain. Tell her that I am happy in heaven instead.

Your Mommy, Valerie

The Police found 3 diaries belonging from the 3 girls who were kidnapped and being imprisoned for years under Professor Garret's Basement. It contains their own personal views in the situation with a lot of shocking revelations that proves that a powerful man can do everything whatever it takes for them to go up into the food chain.

"He came and went with the shadows every night. I didn't know who he was, what he wanted, or even what he was. My spine would tingle, I would get the strange restlessness you get when your sixth sense tells you someone is watching you. And that is how I knew he was there, watching me. 

I was not afraid, but rather, uneasy. I never called for help, never told anyone. Perhaps a part of me felt like there was a possibility I had gotten so majorly depressed that my mind started conjuring hallucinations. There was no need to bother people with something that was likely a figment of my imagination.

And so it went on, night after night - him watching me, me watching him watching him."

-

8 March 2016, Tuesday

It feels like ages since I've last written. Starting a new diary because I seem to have lost my old one. God I hope my parents don't find it. Actually, I really hope no one finds it and I've just misplaced it somewhere. It's so me to be careless and useless like this. I'm a goner if anyone finds my deepest darkest thoughts, especially my parents and the people I call my 'best friends'.

*sigh* Sometimes my life feels like a monochrome, devoid of any colour. Black and white, just like the keys of the piano I love. Everyday, I go to school, come home and revise then sleep. Everyday is a monotonous routine that drains me so much. You won't believe how hard it is to drag myself out of bed every morning, to drag myself to school. 

Every morning, I search for signs that the day is going to be a good day. I don't know what I'm looking for - a rainbow, mum's special omelette for breakfast, even my parents nagging me a little less is a good sign. I tell myself it's going to be a better day. 'Maybe today, my friends will criticise me less. Maybe today, my parents won't go off at me again.' But everyday is the same dark cycle. It's like the sun has set and never risen in my life. I can't remember the last time I was truly happy. Is there a meaning to this life? 

I don't know if I'm going crazy. These past few nights, I feel like there's someone watching me in the dark as I lay in bed. Tossing in bed for hours before I can finally fall asleep isn't a new thing to me. But this is the first time I've had hallucinations. It's the same thing every night. After I switch off my bedroom lights and climb into bed, after a while, I'll get the same feeling - that someone's watching. I wasn't scared, just uneasy. It's the tingle down your spine, that restlessness and uneasiness you get when you feel like someone has their eyes on you. 

And last night, I finally saw him, a shadow in the dark, the barely visible silhouette of a person. I lay in bed, barely daring to breathe. I think he knew I was watching him back too. (I think it's a he because he looked tall and masculine, but I can't be sure, so for the purpose of this entry I'll just have to assume its gender heh) So that night, I lay in bed, watching him watch me, until I finally fell asleep.

My mind is brimming with questions. Who, or rather, what is he, it? What does he want from me? Is it just my mind playing tricks on me? Although I've had this same paranoid feeling the past few nights, this is the first time I've actually seen something. I've never had any supernatural experiences before, so I doubt it's a ghost or evil spirit of some sort. 

I tried to google 'dark person in the shadows' and got a lot of search results for 'shadow people'. Apparently they're shadow beings thirsty for blood as they can't be reborn without it. Not even halfway through the article I got so scared I just exited Chrome. Please don't be some bloodthirsty evil being. My heart is racing and my skin is crawling even as I write this. I hate how easily scared of paranormal things I am. 

I'm just going to end this entry here because all this paranormal talk is scaring me more than I'd like. It's almost 2am in the morning. Time to sleep, or try, I guess. I wonder if he will come again tonight?

-

"And that night, he was there again, watching me. And the night after that. And all the nights following. He became a regular, my visitor in the dark. Never closer but also never further, just out of reach at the edge of my room. Slowly, I grew less scared of him, even started to enjoy the company. He is the dark, the darkness is my friend, I told myself. At least, unlike everyone in my life, he has yet to make me feel sad. Falling asleep under his watch pretending I had a guardian angel, that was one of the better memories I had of my darkest days."

"He came and went with the shadows every night. I didn't know who he was, what he wanted, or even what he was. My spine would tingle, I would get the strange restlessness you get when your sixth sense tells you someone is watching you. And that is how I knew he was there, watching me. 

I was not afraid, but rather, uneasy. I never called for help, never told anyone. Perhaps a part of me felt like there was a possibility I had gotten so majorly depressed that my mind started conjuring hallucinations. There was no need to bother people with something that was likely a figment of my imagination.

And so it went on, night after night - him watching me, me watching him watching him."

~

For the past few nights, Avery thinks she's been seeing things. A silhouette in the dark, watching her. Who, no what is he?

In a series of journal entries, she documents her troubles as well as her supernatural encounters.

***Trigger warning: Depression content. Please read with caution if you are mentally unstable and have/had depressive and/or suicidal episodes. Remember to always reach out to those around you if you need help.***

There was a heated atmosphere at home. Anne was walking to and fro in full rage.. 
" I want to marry Lawrence .. And I promise you, Annie, that we will be happy and now that I am pregnant we can't delay it anymore.. " 
At last Annie had to agree. She was not at all happy at this marriage, Lawrence did not even have a job and was still studying.. A marriage at this time, that too with a child, it will ruin their future.. But Juliet was very adamant, and Annie herself had been praying to all gods for a long time to have a baby.. She couldn't destroy the life of her sister's baby.. So she agreed for the marriage at last.

Lawrence was first shocked with the news.. They both had been together for four months now and he was so happy with her. But he did not expect their life to take an unusual leap all of a sudden. He was not prepared for it. But seeing Juliet full of happiness, he had no other option. He knew going to college at this time will not be possible for him now. So he quit the college and went for the search of a job.. The wedding date was nearing and he was jobless.
It was the night before their wedding..They were lying in the garden holding hands...
" We will let our little princess play here.. At this corner there are no roses so she wont be hurt by the thorns and lets grow lillies here.. mm.. What will we name her?.. Yes.. Lets name her Bella" Lawrence winked with excitement..
" How are you so sure its a girl..? What if it turns out to be a boy? " Juliet was teasing Lawrence..
" No way, I can already feel her lying beside us.." He kissed Juliet in the forehead and the couple embraced each other in the moonlight.
Bella was startled.. The diary fell from her hand at once.. She felt she has seen something so similar in her dream.. It was not a mere dream after all.. It was what she heard in the garden when she was in her mother's womb.. It was real.
The bus was travelling in a rough road and she swayed and hit her head on the handle in her effort to take the diary from the floor. This diary was really precious to her now and she treasured it more than anything..
She turned to the page where she had stopped..

Juliet was all dressed in white with a beautiful tiara on her head, Lawrence was all the more handsome in his velvety coat and charming smile.. It was the wedding day and the couple looked great together..
Bella saw a wedding photo pasted on her mother's diary and she was really impressed at their parent's beauty and charm.
It was a small wedding since both of them had very few relatives and both the bride and bridegroom were very young and childish..
After the marriage too, Lawrence was jobless. He locked himself in his study in the garden and mingled very less with his old friends except for Andrews. Andrews came every day and Lawrence gave him some papers each time he left.
Juliet wondered what it was all about and was really getting hot tempered. She scolded him everyday for being so useless.. Her sister and her husband was taking care of them and Juliet hated this.. She was getting hysteric and the pregnancy was making it worse for her. Even though they both loved each other dearly there was a great distance developing between them. After a few months one day Lawrence approached Juliet, " I know I am being a useless husband, but I had something in mind. But it is really not working out. I promise you I'll find a job soon. I want our baby to be proud of her father.." 
Juliet was very happy when Lawrence fulfilled his promise within a few days. She was sad though that because of their love, he had to stop studies and adjust to a petty job.. But she hoped he would continue his studies later, after their child is born and as they become more stable.
Every night she still saw Lawrence walking to the garden to his study room and writing something intently. Out of curiosity, one day she opened the study when Lawrence was out for the job. She was surprised to find his table loaded with writings. She took out a bundle and noticed it was some story. She torn out the first page and placed it in her skirt pocket. She sat to read the story. It took her the whole day reading it and she was really surprised. The story was so beautiful. She was addicted to it.. But it was still incomplete. She was nearing her delivery date and was feeling pain in her stomach. There was a little panda on his table top. He always loved pandas and they had even planned to buy a baby panda for their little baby to play with. This doll though lifeless was so adorable.. She carried it and showed it to her big baby bump. She felt it was kicking her with excitement and Juliet chuckled. She was startled to hear some footsteps in her direction but was not able to get up. She saw Lawrence watching her at the door,
"I am sorry Juliet, I really tried to stop writing but I couldn't.. I know you might be angry..."
Juliet gestured Lawrence to come to her. As he came near her she pulled him closer and said in a low weak voice, "I am really proud of you dear, this is the most beautiful story I ve ever read. I am sorry I stopped you from doing what you loved to do always… I think our baby is waiting to see her daddy, its kicking so hard..." Juliet was about to collapse now and Lawrence quickly grabbed her in his arms and rushed to the hospital. 
"I want you to complete your story before our baby is born.. Rush and write.. "Juliet told Lawrence. The doctor said it would take a few more days for the delivery so Lawrence rushed to the garden.
The next day, Juliet was lying in the hospital bed reading comics. Lawrence came to her and sat near her bed, "Baby, all these days I had given Andrews my novel works to publish part by part.. He has said me repeatedly that it was a flop and I believed him. I have been thinking my novel was a waste until yesterday when you told me that it was really good. So I checked out its reviews from my other friends and was surprised to find that my novel is becoming a huge hit worldwide. The author is still unknown as I have not disclosed it yet and have decided to reveal my identity on the release of my last chapter. I wonder why Andrews had been lying to me all this time. Anyway, I am going to meet the publishers and reveal my identity today. I may get a little late. And if anything happens to me, Julie, this is my study room key.. you have to publish those last chapters.." Saying these Lawrence placed the key of his study room on Juliet's hand. He kissed her goodbye and left the hospital.
Juliet was not very happy.. She was feeling scared.. Lawrence had looked very serious and his words looked very meaningful.. " If I did not return…" these words were making Juliet really uncomfortable..
Her belly was aching and she was feeling the pain.. Before she stopped writing her diary she gazed at the little Panda that she was holding. It was so adorable…

Isabella Lawrence, a deaf and mute girl born with misfortunes right from her birth.. A bad omen.. that's what everyone called her..lost her parents on the day of her birth and ended up living with her aunt who hates her..
Her life takes a U turn when a rich and rude young man enters her life making her life more miserable.. But sending in her a shiver of love...
And how does Bella solve her father's mystery..!!
Let's walk into Bella's world...a mixture of adventure .. hatred and a silent love..❤

How fast is time flies? I felt it just only yesterday that I was reborn, and now I am 6 years old now, this year I will meet Prince Edward for the first time.

I kept looking at my diary book. There was nothing written there, more exactly there something I write but then I cross it out. This book is my plan to get on my revenge, someday.

"oh my goodness" I mumbled since I open my diary books I just keep twirling my pens, I really have no idea to write a way to get my revenge

I don't know how the circle of life works, I have wasting my time thinking for a way to get revenge and get a result of nothing this past 6 years.

Do I this stupid in my past life? well, I work by doing a muscle job often than brain job in the past, so no wonder I'm so stupid even though I was called genius now (lucky).

I have to think the way to get my revenge done, do I have to kill Edward? then the result will be the same as last time in the past, I will be killed but not by a false accusation but by the truth, I'm lucky enough to reborn again with my past life memories.

Then what I have to do to get my revenge? Do I have to stay alive then? first I should survive in this lifetime, it will be a joke if I die in the same way as I die in the past, I can't kill Edward, from the start it was out of the question since I die because of the false accusation of trying to kill him, even though I want to kill him so badly, it was really out of the question.

Do I have to find the bitch and kill her first? well, I will be prisoned by killing the innocent citizen.

In the first place, the one that screwing our relationship was that blond bitch, just because she has big boobs and porcelain skin the stupid prince was seduced by the witch, What so good about that though?

Thinking of it really makes me mad. How can I fell in love with a perverted man?

"what are you doing?" I glanced over to my right side to find a cute chubby brother of mine, his name is Leonardo Va Edgar.

"writing my diary" of a way to get on my revenge.

"Why do you write a diary?" He asked

"I have nothing to do" I answered

From the day before he was created 2 years ago, he was destined to be an Aristocrat by me, and I can't believe he was more intelligent than me. What kind of 1-year-old toddler that can do math? the answer is my little brother! it was beyond what I expected, he is the true genius and I am just genius by a stroke of luck because I have my past memories.

"Why don't you train your sword technique?" He asked again

"because I am strong, I don't need training" because I had enough experience in my past life

"but your stamina sucks!" he said with his mocking tone

"I can gain stamina anytime I want!" 

"How can you gain stamina without training? you just want to lie to me again!"

I looked at Leonardo with disbelief, this is why I dislike a smart kid, they know their way to mock people that aren't as smart as them.

"just don't bother me please" I pleaded him, He looks at me with unsatisfied looks, just what this kid want from me? he just mocking since he can speak a month ago.

"brother is no fun!" he said with his sulking tone, he then left me here's alone, finally a peaceful space.

Now then let me think, I have no time until I met Edward this year, it will be a matter of time until I met him.

Next year, I will attend the same academy as him and I will be in the same class as him, in the past, I think I was so lucky back then, and now I think I'm so unlucky to get into the same class with this mighty prince.

While I write down all of the things in my mind, suddenly there are knocking sound comes from my room door.

"what is it?" I asked

"Young master, there's a guest for you" it is the maid that speak in front of my room

"who is it?" I asked again, curiously

"it's the prince" she answered

It's weird, isn't Prince Pierre is in the academy right now? "is it prince Pierre?" I asked but there no answer

"who the hell is it?" I mumbled, how rude of her to leaves without me dismissed her.

I closed my diary, and keep it safe in my desk's drawer. 

I walk down to the living room from my room, "who's the guest anyway" I mumbled irritatedly just when my brother's endless disturbance just end and now there's another nuisance.

When I touched the living door room, suddenly I hear a footstep behind me, and with his deep soothing voices "so, you're my future knight right?" he said behind me.

This voice was kind of familiar. When I look behind me there is this little handsome prince standing there. "Hello there, my name is Edward Claudia Flynt, the Crown Prince of this kingdom," he said with a smirk on his face

Keep calm me! Why the fuck my heart beating loudly!?

Throughout his life, Callum had served Prince Edward and protected him from threats because he loves the Prince.
But a tragic thing happened to him, he never thought he will die on the Prince's hands because he was falsely accused by Prince's lover for trying to assassinate the prince.
Full of hatred, regret and grudge because he devoted his life to the prince without anything in return instead of a false accusition, he got another chance to reborn again to fix things that will caused him to be killed.

[We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.]

Roland was sitting on a seat on his comfortable chair, his hands held a red-covered diary and a quill. Roland flips open the empty diary and tears a page from it. His hand once again flew across the piece of paper.

The candles flickered from time to time, the cold wind and silence created a suffocating atmosphere. He took out a pocket watch from his drawer.

The watch was golden coloured ,also was pretty old as the the symbol of [Tarot cards] were little disfigured but the strange aura around the watch gave it any intense feeling.

He held it in front of him as it hanged from his fingers. His eyes darted towards Azik, he nodded towards the cold-corpse collector.

Azik closed his eyes and concentrated the spiritual power at the tip of his spear. A spiritual barrier blocked everyone inside the room.

Roland looked towards the slightly nervous Tyre and asked her a question, his hands didn't stop for a single second.

"Tyre Madera, age 23, joined the royal palace after being recruited as a maid. My first question for you is 'When did you learn to read and write ?????'. As according to this report your family was very poor, they couldn't afford to send you to school. After you joined as a maid, you wouldn't have time to learn it."

Tyre ,she was slightly stunned by the amount of information His Highness, Roland had on her. Even though the documents were fake ,they were given to her by Garcia ,Her Highness.

Since her family was under Garcia's grasp, she was forced to work as an assassin and be tasked with killing the fourth prince, though she had to accept that she miserably failed in completing her job.

She didn't lose her composer and answered calmly ,saying "His Highness, this lowly one would learn to read and write from the older maids at night so even though your information says that I don't know how to read and write ,it's not correct."

Her entire being emitted a nature confidence which wasn't usually seen in maids. Azik and Kite smirked, lying to a [Clown] who was using watch divination inside a sealed place was just foolishness.

The pocket clock that he was holding in his palm started spinning in anti-clock wise direction. It was clear that she was lying...

Whereas it was true that she didn't knew how to read and write at first but after being recruited by Garcia, she was required to learn how to read and write along with skills like [Knife-skill], [Tracking-skill] ,[Poison-skill] ,etc.

"Have you written this letter ?????" Asked Roland as he passed the paper which Azik gave him to read.

"No...I didn't write that letter, that's not my hand writing...."Tyre lied with a straight face. Internally she was a little nervous. That paper was indeed written by her but since no one saw she writing then she could just deny his claim.

While being trained to become an assassin she was taught to write in many styles so it wasn't a problem with her.

The watch in Roland's hand once again rotated in anti-clock wise direction, Roland still kept his apathetic expression.

"Are you a spy send by my Elder sister ????" This questioned stunned Tyre as she lost control over her expression.

Realising her mistakes she immediately control herself and cursed in her mind 'This...This was too straightforward.'

She immediately knelt down and said in a soft tone "This servant will never betray the fourth prince.....". She bowed her head, successfully hiding her expressions as she sneared in her mind.

'Humph...You are smarter than the rumours make you to be....But I will complete my mission no matter the cost.' A cold glint passed through her eyes.

Roland finished writing and he threw the diary, where the paper came from into the fireplace. Mellena had a confused expression on her face, she couldn't understand what Roland was doing.

One second he was writing on a paper, another second he just burned the diary in the fireplace. She couldn't make any head-tail out of the situation.

Nightingale had a disdainful expression on ber face, she knew that every single words that came out of the mouth of Tyre, nothing but lies. But she too couldn't understand what Roland wanted to do.

Roland looked towards Tyre, his greyish eyes shinned in the darkness. He expression indicated that he was bored.

"One last question,.....Were you the one who poisoned my food ????" Hearing this question Tyre's pupils contracted. Mellena put her hand on her mouth, the shock was too overwhelming.

It was her responsibility to make sure than no harm comes to His Highness, Roland. Their master had ordered them to make sure that no one could harm Roland.

Though unknown to them, the real reason behind this was, so that Roland could hide his powers for as long as he can. The element of surprise make change the course of the upcoming battles.

Azik was a mysteries man, Kite was a general but Roland was just a weak ,frail prince, nothing more and both of them wanted to keep it that way.

Nightingale was shocked by this revelation, she could tell that Roland was telling the truth, someone did indeed poisoned his food. She immediately turned towards Tyre, if she would make any desperate attempts.

The organisation that Kite ,Roland and Azik lead, shall play a major role in saving the witches, she must support them.

Tyre immediately tried to deny saying "No His Highness ,this servant doesn't dare to even dream about something like this."

The watch once again spinned in anti-clock wise direction.

"I.... aghh...Wha.t..." Blood dripped from her lips, tears spilled out her eyes ,she held out her hand and moved them towards her chest.

Blood painted her hands, she could feel a cold metal had pierced her heart, she would soon die. She looked towards Roland who just shook his head and said in a plain tone "You shouldn't have lied...."

[A crossover between Lord of the mysteries and Release that witch.]

[Quotes are frequently used so don't read if you don't like to read quotes.]

[Release rate:-3 chapters per week.]

[I don't own Release that witch or Lord of the mysteries.]

[The theme will be a little dark and twisted along with a slow-paced story where I would focus more on character building.]

[Those who have not read either of the two novels need not worry as I shall explain everything in detail.]

[We will discover more about our M.C as the story progresses along with his goals and wishes.]

[The first volume is about the future of Kite whereas I first world (Second volume) is the past. It may seem like the story is going fast but actually, I am only telling you about the past world.

Also, I know that I have not given much screen time to the M.C in the beginning chapters but after some chapters, everything will be clear for you.

Near chapter 50 the story will truly begin from M.C pov so please bear with it as I need to make a fitting background for all characters thus require so many chapters to focus on them, after all, they are the important characters of the story which will even go to the next volume (Lord of the mysteries world).]

[No harem and the female lead will be Nightingale....]

[Only constructive criticism is required other reviews will be deleted since I don't need your opinion on how MY story should proceed.]

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[Recommend:- "Painful love:- Blessing in disguise" is a good romance, an original story being written by my friend so please check it out too.]

[Won't be dropped but the release will be slow as I mentioned above since I will focus on my main novel.]

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[Average word counts:-800-1000 words.]

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'Hmm, loving arms are waiting for me somewhere up on the hill or at the corner of the alley who knows when, that was the thought of her that day before everything happened later on, to change her entire life. Sai was not only a young, energetic or even spontaneous woman who lived with her parents, but a good breath of fresh air among the freshers for a start in anything. She was a local journalist of an online newspaper. A bit of a last runner in her career but she was completely okay with it. Very social and charming little girl whoever saw her once they couldn't believe their eyes that she was a journalist who they thought a school girl or just a girl from neighbourhood.  


I have to talk to him, how was he? Missing his soft voice messages on my phone. I met him in a spring festival. He was wondering around a book stall, checking every dark suspicious books, bargaining the price then accepting his failure of loss and moving on with another book stall. I was right behind him when he accidentally saw me standing there the whole time and watching his embarrassment. He got angry at me and yelled to me as if I was harassing him but no one was there to listen him because of all the festival noises. I was like a new kid, born that day infront of him and with all the abundant devotional curiosity trying to understand his problems. But who could make me understand what was his problem with me. Just an obedient pet following around him in the whole festival like an abandoned cat. I have no idea what was wrong with me that day but I did it anyway.  He didn't noticed anything.  I was following around him, just watching him, what was he doing alone in the festival, I was a columnist in an online newspaper, so everything is legal.  When he saw me again then I introduced myself to him. He was surprised at first then I took him for a snacks and drinks, with his permission of course. I was little optimistic about these things.  Then I learned he was an artist but his talent had no intention to be likeable by the common people but he was not frustrated at all, moreover he was highly enthusiastic about his unique talent. Why his paintings were unique because he only use five colours black, blue, red, white and green, he named himself augustine, even the name had a reason of itself but he wasn't prepared to share the whole story with me. From then to now we are a best friend. Everyday, we took a good morning walk together then breakfast then got back to our everyday jobs. It was okay at the start but he was lately feeling some kinds of uneasiness around me. I had no idea why probably falling in love with me, giggling to myself, it was funny at first then he started to create distance with me, I understood it was my que to leave him alone. I was in deep within him but he loved to ignore it as usual though I think he knows it, later on he started to explore his nearby forest for inspirations. Now, I don't know, I still keep missing him everyday, especially his cute little voice messages every now and then to alarm me not to fall in love instantly with him or anyone. Lately, he kept forgetting to leave any messages or hangout with me. Don't know why. Never took me to his place that I could even give him surprise visit. Pathetically sad love story that I am experiencing right now. I really wonder, why he is like that but I have no answer to get any solution of his problems. 


I was working like a dog, keep missing his presence, doing my everyday lifestyle to enjoy the life with utmost respect and comfort in my budget but seems everything turning into nothingness. I was a good student like the scholarship type but didn't have that thing to win me one. Not that much of a popular either, so when I met another kind of me, I was instantly loved that. It is half past nine, I have to send him a voice message but before that I need a good bath, whole day was a headache on my ass. I had to attend the conference from my newspaper agency, new articles I have to study and write about, how bad it can be. Water is too cold needing a steamy shower, sulking at my utterance limits of real life and it's time for voice message before my bed. What should I say, it seemed an half a year but actually a week or more, should I say I love you or miss you, no, no, it might hurt his innocent ignorance, hmm, well, can't decide. With her thoughtful endeavours about him, wanting to send him a sweet voice message so he could run into her quickly to love her unconditionally, but the time slept away in her heart while holding her mobile on her bosom, it was a sound sleep indeed. One hand holding her mobile close to her bosom and another was above her. At exact 8 o'clock in the morning, a call wake her up,  just before that she felt a simple touch of a hand on her other empty hand, as if it is never going to let her go, always going to stay with her, in his loving arms with safety and soundly secured, with his sweet voice, he was whispering in her ears, I will always be with you, probably he was going to say more but then the mobile rang, so, she took the call when a stranger asked her, is it Sai? She said yes. Then added do you know Augustine, he is founded dead in his room this morning, he was ill with high fever, just before his death, he left a message for us, I meant whoever founded him, he left a message for us to call you, the whole house is sealed by the government,  because he was a loner, there was no one around him or beside him to take care of him and no one even knows about his illness but we took the liberty to receive his messages and a painting that was left for you, are you going to accept it? She was shocked stone, couldn't understand what to say to him, then with broken hazy voice, she said yes, I would like to accept his gift but could I see him? Then the guy stopped talking for a while and said no, because he was taken to the hospital as an specimen of a rare disease, it took a week to kill him and it might be outrageous for sharing any type of physical contacts with anyone,  it was for your own safety madam, we will deliver to you his last gift and messages that were only meant for you. Then she said, nothing, just crying silently over the phone. The man spoke to her again then said, please send me your location to deliver your things then cut off the call. 


He died a month or more before without saying a goodbye to her, she didn't touched anything that was send to her. Those things were left alone to her storeroom just like he left her without saying anything to her. She spoke to him a week before his death but he didn't say a word about his illness, nevertheless, not even shared his home address that she could take any kind of initiation to show her care for him. He was just a selfish arrogant man who was suffering from his psychological illness and later it cope up with physical one. She was completely awfully absurd by the thought of him, even feeling disturbed to herself for feeling bad and useless for him. It was all his fault to make her feel that way. Arrogant dog, always in a barking mood to anyone who accidentally even like him for a minute, jerk. It was good for the society that he died or a man like him who was such an unstable, unbalance, anti social, moody and poor guy was a dangerous disease as a man himself and moreover, he died on a rare high fever that everyone is unknown to it. Only he could harvest such a disease from the nature. She was soaked with frustration and sadness, unknowingly to herself, she went to her storeroom, unpacked his belongings that were left for her, a some sort of book or probably a diary that was larger than usual size, there he kept all those feelings that he could not say anything to her in small messages, his all failures in life, small sketches of her with him, his dreams with her that all he tried to draw there, ideas of various kinds of artwork that he couldn't stay long enough to finish and a painting of him with her, she was on her lap, both of them sharing intimacy, shyly giggling  with each other that was never happened in real life. That was the first time when she saw his complete work of five colours. She couldn't resist it anymore the temptation of crying out loud in that gloomy storeroom that was witnessing her feelings which was completely unaware of her own ignorance of his deepest desires.

Beautiful love that is pure as fresh like a dew drop to rain drop is revealed by the unfiltered beauties of unconditional love and loyalty that can remain in every single heart with unbounded sense of touch who is in love.

Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

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