this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

Lily's pov

Wow... Cool breezes brushed my skin it feels like I need to snooze further because of all winters period it's extremely difficult to wake early in the morning, 

"lily get up it's time to get ready" my aunt mumbled, she knows me very well that I'm getting very lazy on winter days,
today is my first day of university, all fresh start, new day, 

but my brain instructing me, sleep more, but only for 5 minutes' promise.

but my heart battle, Lily get up you are getting late, 

And as you know,

heart vs brain always won the brain.

Lily today is your first-day first impression to your teachers, get up you are getting late! 

And finally, 
I opened my eyes which is burning and irritating,
because I was reading horror books until 3 am in the morning, 

And finally, I get up from my bed, beam at my clock,

oh... shoot it's 6:15 I'm getting late 
And then, I hurrying towards the bathroom, brush my teeth and take quickly a shower and fastly wrapping my towel around my body, and rush to my room,
Take out my clothes from my cabinet and wear a black sweatshirt and blue jeans with white sneakers,
And comb my hair into a high ponytail and grab my glasses, 

yeah I know I look like "very nerdy ones", I mumbled myself look at into the mirror 

Aunt yell from kitchen "Lily your breakfast is ready" 

"yeah! coming"I replied,

I'm actually very scared, I have to admit this because it's all-new now, my life is begun with a fresh new start,
but I actually don't want to be tensed that much like " how can I make new friend, how I cannot get shy in front of teachers, how can I deal with ragging senior students "

but I'm not truly afraid that much,
because I have my best friend who always with me, she's Aditi Sharma, she's first Indian friend I came across in Brooklyn, at first I'm so nervous and shy in my school, I never talk with anybody But after meeting her, we both into best friend's,
she's always with me we both are friends since at age 15 we did our high school at the same school "st. Marry high school" 

And now our college was the same, it is "NYC mystic university" wow that's the dream of mine, I worked so hard to get a scholarship for this college, 

then I glared at the clock, 

Oh...Shoot it's 6:45

I snatch my backpack, but I stopped when I look at my parent's photo, and I get really emotional 

I mumbled "mom dad I wish you could be here, with me, I know dad used to be very happy when I finally grow up, today is my first day of my college mom dad I wish...I wish you could be here", my eyes replenished with water and, then I wipe my tears and hurry towards downstairs the kitchen.




                                  *******

Derrick Parker, he is billionaires bad boy, derrick is a jerk, bastard, and playboy.
he never respected any girl, he thinks money can buy anything even girls, but after he met Lily his destiny changes, derrick is Lily's senior at University.

Lily Mehrotra, she is very kind but brave, she never afraid of anything (except her nightmares) because her nightmares are so worse, she didn't know, what is happening? because all her dreams are reveling something message which is all related to the derrick, but she doesn't know what is that for? 

Then after eventually, Lily trap in a slave contract, derrick controls lily as her slave.

China.
On Weibo.
"Fuck this!"
"We've lost the Nobel Prize!"
"It's gone, everything is gone!"
"It's been won by that Indian writer!"
"Hai, it's over for us!"
"I've been anticipating it for a long time. The media also reported that this was the closest that China was to winning a Nobel Prize. In the end, we still couldn't get it!"
"Face-smacking Zhang has failed this time!"
"It's not like he could help it. That's the Nobel Prize we're talking about. Zhang Ye has never lost when it comes to domestic awards, but the Nobel Prize is the world's most prestigious award. Perhaps it was still a step too far for us."
… 
At Zhang Ye's maternal grandma's house.
His three sisters roared with rage.
"Dammit!"
"Do they not have eyes!"
"It obviously should have been awarded to our brother!"
"The Indian has cheated his way to a win again!"
… 
At home.
His father looked on in regret.
His mother pointed at the television and started scolding.
"What the heck!
"Hai.
"There must be some kind of conspiracy!"
… 
At the studio.
Sighs sounded from all over the room.
Some of the female employees were even trying to hide tears.
"It still couldn't be done?"
"Is it so much to ask to win the Nobel Prize?"
"I can't accept this!"
"Me neither!"
"Gone With the Wind isn't any worse than those other books!"
… 
At the Chinese Writers' Association.
"We couldn't win it after all!"
"What a pity!"
"Yeah, we were so close! We only missed out by a little bit!"
"Never mind, Zhang Ye has done quite well already."
… 
London.
Lillian's house.
"What a pity!"
"Sis, is he your Chinese friend?"
"Yes, I was even the one who suggested that he try for the Nobel Prize."
… 
India.
The people were all cheering.
"Oh my God!"
"It's ours! We've won it!"
"Long live Bangalore!"
"Long live India!"
"Unbelievable! India has finally gotten a Nobel Prize laureate!"
"Hahahahaha!"
I knew it, I knew that the Chinese and Japanese authors would not get the Nobel Prize!"
"I really wish I could see the face of that Chinese author right now!"
… 
In Germany.
"The Indian writer has gotten the last laugh!"
"This is a very important award!"
"It was unexpected, but still within reason!"
"This year's winner of the Literature Prize has finally been unveiled!"
… 
Japan.
"I figured it would be him!"
"It's such a pity that we didn't manage to win it!"
"It's good as long as it's not Zhang Ye who gets the Nobel Prize!"
"That's true!"
"Congratulations to the Indian author."
… 
China.
The UK.
Korea.
Greece.
Finland.
Canada.
When the Nobel Prize in Literature was announced, every country in the world blew up!
The netizens discussed it like crazy!
The media reports were numerous as well!
… 
At the award ceremony.
The director smiled and said, "Would Mr. Bangalore please come onstage to collect his medal."
Bangalore smoothed his clothes and rose from his seat, all smiles. Then he strode up to the stage in high spirits. At this moment, it could be said that Bangalore was the person with the most attention on him in the entire world. The Literature Prize had such great influence.
He went up on stage.
He received his medal.
They took a picture together.
On the big screen behind the stage, Bangalore's works over the years were listed.
The dense list of novels dumbfounded everyone.
Little Wang said, "He has written so many books?"
Ha Qiqi said, "It's just that we have too few works."
"It's only because Director Zhang doesn't have the time to write them." Little Wang had absolute confidence in Zhang Ye's writing ability and speed. "If we had another half a year, Director Zhang could surely 20 novels for them!"
Felicia consoled, "Zhang, come back again next year."
Zhang Ye smiled. "Alright."
Anthony also comforted the Japanese author.
The Japanese author said, "I was already prepared for this."
This event gave Zhang Ye a better understanding of the Nobel Prizes. While he had intended to use one novel to win the Nobel Prize, he realized now that he had thought too simply. In his previous world, a lot of people still missed out on winning the Nobel Prize even after writing for an entire lifetime, finishing 10 books, 20 books, or even 30 books. This included many of the famous literary giants, so for him to win a Nobel Prize with just one work, that really did seem to be quite impossible.
Hai, I should have competed for some other prize.
The Mathematics Prize?
The Physics Prize?
Perhaps I'd have stood a better chance for those.
However, it was too late. Besides, there wasn't enough time for him to do anything.
Under the attention of countless people, Bangalore picked up the microphone.
Everyone in the audience was looking at him.
The viewers around the world watching the live broadcast were also looking at him.
However, the moment the Indian author opened his mouth, many people were flabbergasted.
Bangalore cleared his throat and said proudly with a laugh, "First of all, I would like to thank the Nobel Prize Committee. After ten years, they've finally made one correct decision."
The people in the audience burst into an uproar!
People all over the world were speechless!
Made just one correct decision in ten years?
So the previous winners of the Nobel Prize in Literature were blindly selected then?
They only got it right when they chose you this time?
Anthony was speechless.
As was Felicia.
And so was the director of the Nobel Foundation.
Everyone around the world rolled their eyes.
They'd long heard of Bangalore being the biggest hooligan in the global literary field, and it was indeed true!
Zhang Ye was bemused. He looked at the stage and listened to him speak.
Then Bangalore raised his medal and continued, "This medal should have been mine ten years ago. As such, I won't be giving any further thanks to anyone. This is because this medal is what the Nobel Foundation owes me. It's what the entire world owes me. I will forgo the interest owed to me in the last ten years."
… 
India.
"Hahaha!"
"That arrogance!"
"This should be how it is!"
"Good one, Bangalore!"
"Right, this is what the world owes us!"
… 
China.
"This idiot must be crazy!"
"I'm gonna faint. Where did this dumbass come from!"
"He can even win the Nobel Prize like this?"
"He's not afraid that the Nobel Prize Committee will take the prize away from him?!"
… 
America.
"What kind of person is this?"
"The Nobel Prize Committee owes him the award?"
"He's too arrogant!"
"Ugh, this guy is so obnoxious!"
… 
Korea.
"I wanna beat him up!"
"Me too!"
"This Indian is asking for a beating!"
"Where does he get his confidence!"
…
The entire world was scolding!
There were voices of doubt all across the venue!
After Bangalore's acceptance speech, there was not a single clap for him. Most foreigners were very graceful, especially on an occasion like the Nobel Prize. No matter how much they disliked someone, they would still applaud them if they won. This was the minimum respect and decorum they could show. But Bangalore's speech was so outrageous that no one wanted to applaud him.
Everyone present was muttering something.
"This is so exasperating."
"The world owes you the prize?"
"Hmph!"
The situation was very awkward!
There was no applause!
There was no movement!
But Bangalore was indifferent to it all. He swaggered off the stage with the medal in hand.
The reporters from the international media outlets were all looking at him with their mouths agape. The cameras in their hands were not flashing either. The live broadcast camera kept its focus on him with a close-up the entire time.
The Nobel Prize Committee members in the audience looked like they were already regretting their decision.
Some people facepalmed.
Some looked furious.
Walking back towards his seat, Bangalore even gave Zhang Ye a smile. No one knew if it was intentional, but he also raised the medal slightly at him as if making a statement.
Little Wang glared at him.
Ha Qiqi curled her lips.
Only Zhang Ye was smiling.
The foundation's director went up on stage again.
Bangalore walked past Zhang Ye as he returned to his seat.
But right at this moment, just as the live broadcast camera was about to cut back to the main stage, an unbelievable scene that no one in the world could have expected happened!
Anthony saw a leg!
Something blurred across Felicia's vision!
The Japanese author stared wide-eyed in shock!
The entire world's people also saw a leather shoe on the television screen as it smugly materialized in the picture. The leg appeared right in front of Bangalore's feet!
No one could react to it!
The people at the venue could not!
The people watching TV could not!
Bangalore was even more unprepared for it!
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
Bangalore shrieked!
The next moment, the Indian author's entire body was thrown off balance. With a loud bang, he slammed into the ground!
The medal broke!
Bangalore took a hard fall!
Psst. Blood was spurting from a cut above his eyebrow!
At this moment!
It was as though time had stopped!
It was as though the entire world had frozen!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

The next day I early morning I went to the Elder in charge of teaching mediation and got myself the complete instruction manual for the meditation exercise I had chosen and also someone to help myself get started on its practice. The exercise I had chosen to begin with was the one which improved the physical strength of my body. It felt right to me to improve my body physically before I move on to the magical side.

The exercise was sitting in the lotus position and circulating my magic inside my body in a specific pattern and keep doing it till I reach the next stage in the exercise. After reaching the next stage, the pattern in which magic is circulated is changed and the process continues. Each stage was designed for specific parts of the body. The early stage was for bone strengthening.

The instructions and the help from the guide made it possible for me to get started on the exercise. The exercise removed the tiredness from my body but did not show any noticeable change in the physical strength after the first day of exercise. It was going to be a slow process.

After meditation, it was time for duelling classes which passed more or less in a similar way to that of yesterday. I again lost all except 2 duels but this time I made my opponents work a little harder for the win. There were no instant knockouts on my side. Other than the mock duel, today instead of dodging practice, we had to block spells sent by Elder Akash by bringing stones in the path of the spells. I was able to block a lot of spells at the beginning but when he sped things up, it became too much for me.

After duelling, it was back to reading the assigned medical books. Despite there being large number of books my reading speed was fast due to the fact that I already knew the concept and just had to memorize the Hindi names for things.

In the same manner, the next two days passed by quickly.

On the third day of practicing the meditation exercise, I was able to feel a slight increase in my bone strength. This made me quite happy and I continued practising the exercise with renewed interest.

My duelling skills improved by quite a lot in these two days.  I was able to defeat 6 members of my group in the mock battles. The four new wins were long drawn out battles but I did win in the end. With others also I had long battle but I was not able to defeat them. Elder Akash was quite impressed with my improvement.

My control over mage sight had improved considerably. I was now able to easily toggle between different modes and also keep it it that mode indefinitely. I liked the new modes since it made my sight much more clearer in highly magical areas. I had started up on the seeing through walls thing but it was still a work in progress.

Coming to the assignment I had been assigned by Elder Yamini, I had finished reading and memorising all of the books on the list. It took some time since not everything was same as what I had read back in Hogwarts. There were quite a number of different and new practices that were followed here. These included improvements on quite a lot of old medical practices that were still being used in Britain. 

This was due to many reasons. Unlike Britain, India did not lack good Healers. While Britain was losing good potential healers due to Snape's poor teaching of Potions and also due to the ministry banning some good potion by declaring them dark, India had quite a lot of Master healers and the number was growing every year. Due to the high numbers they were not over worked and had a lot of free time to focus on medical research to invent new things.

One thing I liked most in the improvements by Indian Healers was that they had found ways to make the potions taste good. I am sure if I bring this method back to Britain, many people will start worshiping me. The Healers here had found certain species of magical plants which when added in already prepared potions acted only as a taste enhancer while not ruining the potion or reacting in any way with the potion. I am of the opinion that this was a much needed improvement in the potion making sector. Due to the bad taste many patients reluctantly drink only small amounts of potions or vomit some of the potions. This leads to ineffective treatment in many cases.

The Indian healers had also invented spells that could track viruses and get rid of them. They did this by getting inspiration from the muggle medical instruments and imitating their effects with magic. This practice was not available in Britain as per my knowledge. This was due to the fact that magical people were highly resistant to viruses. The magic inside people usually killed the viruses before they can cause any harm. But this was changing in the recent times. Indian Healers had found some viruses inside people that had evolved to resist the magic.

Due to the fact that I had completely memorized the books that were listed to me, I passed the Elder Yamini's test had given me after I went to her with flying colours. She was so impressed that she wasted no time in recommending me to her disciple, Healer Sesha who worked full time in the academy hospital.

Healer Sesha was only 35 years old but still was a respected healer in the academy hospital with many accolades to her name. She asked me some questions to confirm my medical proficiency and after she was satisfied with knowledge in the field, made me her apprentice in the hospital. All I had to do was follow her around and do some small tasks while she looked after her patients. I could still watch her treat patients and learn from it. I also had to help her in some of her ongoing medical researches. I did not have to brew potions for her which I was very happy about since I was not too confident in that department yet and did not want to make mistakes which could lead to the death of a person.

She assigned me more books to read and I had to finish them as soon as possible so again I did not have time to start reading the old English books in the library which I badly wanted to read.

After being made a apprentice to Healer Sesha, my days became very hectic. I was busy everyday with Duelling classes, helping Elder Sesha out and reading more and more books that were recommended to me by Elder Akash and Healer Sesha. 

Despite the hectic schedule, I did not have any complains since this was what I wanted and needed. Also the meditation exercises helped me a lot during these days by clearing my tiredness away, soothing my muscle soreness and also increasing my endurance. Due to this, I was very satisfied with my decision to practice this meditation exercise first.

I became a little free when my classes with Elder Nainesh finished after a week. I was still not good at the seeing through walls thing. I had been able to activate that ability and see through the wall in front of me and see the magical things in the next room but that was it for now. I will need many days of exercise to increase that distance. Elder Nainesh was also able to gain something from teaching me and conducting experiments. He said he had found a way to hide the signs that showed when he activated mage sight but the method needed a lot of practice before he could use it effectively. I was that he gained something because otherwise I would have owned him a favor for helping me and I did not like owning people favors.

Disclaimer - I do not own the characters and the plot of the Harry Potter Universe.

A guy from our universe gets reborn into the Harry Potter universe. Read to find out how he takes advantage of his prophetic knowledge and lives his new life.

Alternate Universe so avoid reading if you like your canon characters and don't want to see theit evil side.

P.S. This is my first time writing a novel/fanfic.

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This book is the sequence of my little mate, and one of the books of little mate series.
It's a stand-alone book but reading my little mate before reading it is recommended.
There are a total of 5 books in my little mate series.
The chronological order of this book is as follows:
1. My little mate.
2. My abused mate.
3. My Indian mate.
4. My mate is a vampire.
5. The Hybrid mate
This book is about Cole grey and Nikki Walker's son Ashton Grey and Chloe Raymond.
Thank you.
I hope you liked and enjoyed my book.

Cole is the alpha of the strongest and most fears pack the red moon pack. He has everything he wanted in his life; good looks, fame, wealth and strength. But the one thing that he wanted most was not there with him and that is his mate. He has been finding his mate for 10 years when he becomes 16 years old and has his first shift but still failed to find her. And that thing makes a grumpier and easily annoyed person. He almost lost every hope to find her and give up on her and he take that frustration out on Everyone he gets his hands on. Everyone in his pack was scared of him even his own family is scared of him because of his hot temper and easily; getting angry issues. One day he goes for a run and on the way while returning from the run he smells the most intoxicating smell in the world. Mate, Mate, " the beast inside him said when his eyes meet with the baby's eyes and his whole world come to stop and his whole world comes up's and down. What happens when a two years old baby is the mate of alpha of the strongest pack. Follow them on their journey to know what happens after that. Read the book to know the after story.

The day was blazingly hot and Eliza soon felt sticky and overdressed. This was a day for muslin summer dresses, not heavy linens, though Clifford wore a linen suit with collar and tie. It was a smaller affair than she'd been expecting, rather more like a garden party than anything else, but with a sprinkling of supporters already gathering on both sides – some sitting on chairs – there was a definite air of excitement. Eliza had never been to a polo match before and the ground, surrounded by trees and iron railings with a view of the hills in the background, was idyllic. 'At least it's dry here,' Clifford said. 'Unlike England, where muddy fields are a problem.' He told her the British team consisted of army officers from the 15th Lancers, and they appeared to have brought with them a crew of highly vocal supporters, many of whom seemed to have already been drinking. There were a few other military types too, complete with their servants, and also a couple of kitted-out additional players should the day's play require them. Eliza waited beside Clifford and watched the small crowd. Just past the main group of British supporters, a man and a tall woman stood arm in arm. The woman glanced across and smiled. Clifford, noticing, whispered that she was Dottie Hopkins, the doctor's wife. 'You'll meet them both later,' he added. 'Good people.' The woman looked friendly and Eliza was pleased at the thought of them being introduced. In the other direction a large noisy group of Indian supporters were gathering, again accompanied by a swarm of servants in formal dress, and now Eliza's eyes were glued to them. 'Although this is known as the game of kings, Anish, the ruler, rarely attends these days,' Clifford was saying. 'Prince Jayant is the one to watch. He has superb horsemanship skills and is a great team player. If he's in the team today we'll have a match on our hands.' 'Do these games take place often?' 'The big ones are part of a regular tournament, but this is just a small friendly for our own entertainment. Jaipore have the best reputation, you know. Won the Indian Championship this year, but Juraipore are coming up fast behind.' 'That's wonderful.' 'And we still aim to triumph. Wave the flag and all that.' Soon after that the players arrived, looking smart and straight-backed as they walked on to the field. Then the proud-looking grooms led the ponies on, and the crowd began to clap, though Clifford was quick to explain that these were not really ponies but full-sized horses. 'It's a terribly expensive sport. The ponies are worth thousands.' Eliza watched the team members mount – they all looked incredibly powerful – and just as she spotted that Prince Jayant was among them, he began to seat himself on a magnificent black horse. Now a roar went up from the delighted crowd, followed by persistent cheering and whistles from the Indian supporters. Clifford drew closer to Eliza. 'He always draws a crowd. And his pony has a brilliant temperament. You really have to rely on the animal not to become over-excited. Now see those two chaps?' Eliza looked in the direction he was pointing. 'The umpires. There's a referee too, in case of disagreement. Polo is all about fair play.' So far this was good fun, and Eliza was pleased to be out in the open air and enjoying the novelty, despite her earlier reservations. She watched as the two teams lined up facing each other, their polo sticks at the ready, and then, as soon as the ball was struck, the game began. An intense atmosphere developed as clouds of dust rose up from the hard ground and the horses thundered along, but among the swooping and dipping it soon became apparent that the Prince's pony seemed to be pulling back. 'Is that supposed to happen?' she asked. Clifford frowned. 'Does seem a bit frisky.' She continued to watch the men on their ponies and then, glancing at the Indian crowd, saw that a couple of men in formal dress and with curved swords at their waists had stepped forward as if in expectation of trouble. She held her breath, but after that nothing happened and the game went on. Eliza watched in fascination, barely listening as Clifford explained the rules of polo to her and the different terminology. It was only a few minutes later that something seemed to be really going wrong with the Prince's horse. 'My God!' Clifford exclaimed as it began to trot back and forth in a prancing, out-of-control manner, and then to actually buck. Eliza noticed the mixed expression on Prince Jayant's face – annoyance, though puzzlement had the upper hand. There were murmurings among the British and the Indians too and then loud shouting as Jayant's saddle began to slide to one side and, within seconds, he was lying on his back on the ground, the horse running wild. The rest of the players stood completely still and everyone watched in horror as two grooms ran after the panicking horse. Eliza held her breath and clutched Clifford's arm as it bolted into the crowd of Indian supporters, many of whom shouted and flapped their arms in shock, while others ran to escape. Suddenly there was a high-pitched scream and a woman fell backwards against the railings. As the horse kicked out again and again, Eliza could feel the fear; people were still running to get out of its path, but the woman, now lying on the ground silently, was not moving at all. Eliza saw the doctor, whom Clifford had pointed out earlier, run to lean over the woman. Then he squatted by her side. While the grooms eventually caught and then quietened the panicking horse, two men arrived with a canvas stretcher and the woman was carried off, followed by the doctor. Meanwhile the Prince was scrambling to his feet and dusting himself down, apparently unhurt, but looking absolutely livid, and then he left the field with the horse in tow. The two men with curved swords at their waists went after him and Eliza realized they must be his bodyguards. The photographer in her was trained to see the details of a scene and she spotted an Indian man, probably a stable boy she thought, though he seemed to almost be sneaking from the stables and around the back of the Indian crowd and then over towards another man. The second man was tall, with a regal bearing. He clapped the stable man on the back and grinned broadly. It struck her as odd, considering their Prince had just been hurt. Despite the tense atmosphere, Eliza noticed two of the British supporters sniggering as they exchanged glances and winked at each other. 'What idiots! There's nothing amusing about this,' she said. 'For all we know that woman might be dead.' 'I'll hear soon enough from Julian Hopkins,' Clifford said. Meanwhile the British were talking among themselves, untroubled, not seeming quite as shocked as they ought to have been, and without a hint of making a move to leave. But the Indian supporters were shaking their heads and muttering, several just turning their backs and walking away from the grounds. 'So the game will have to stop now,' Eliza said, sure that it must. 'No,' Clifford said. 'Look. A substitute for the Prince is already coming on. It's allowed in cases of injury.' 'Really? Isn't that rather callous?' 'The show must go on, Eliza.' As she glanced around Eliza could feel the anxiety that had gripped the crowd begin to lessen, and she hoped the woman had survived. 'But this is a rum thing,' Clifford continued. 'Very rum. I've never seen anything like it. Though with the Prince gone I expect we shall now win the day. So that's something. I doubt he'll ride a different pony after all this.'

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