"I am normal, much like you. I am able to go into children's books and fight the villains. However, they are not normal villains. Angry. Hungry, Bloodthirsty villains. Sometimes the main character is the actual villain. But children don't know that now do they?"

23-year-old Fluorescent Miller was at a children's book store when she learned that she could enter the books. She also learned that the book that they put on the shelves is just a caramel-coated version. The real versions are much more gruesome. Goldilocks? They kill her and put her in the new porridge that they make. Cinderella? The sister that marries the prince has the other sisters and mother served at a later banquet as entrees. The Three Little Pigs? The wolf kills two of the brothers and makes the third one eat them; he then proceeds to rape, kill, and eat the pig. Little Red Riding Hood?  The wolf eats the meat off of her bones and knocks out the hunter to do 'things' to him with her bones. Rapunzel? She was the real witch and lured princes there to grab and her hair and climb to her where she would eat them and make soup for her mother out of their bones. The list goes on and on. Her job is to make sure that the stories themselves remain in control so that they remain safe enough to stay on the shelves. 
But it gets worse. Not only can she go in children's books, but she can also go into adult horror books. She makes sure that the main character doesn't die so the book isn't meaningless. Including books like Slenderman and Annabelle. mainly Stephen King books.
Will she make it?

Romance is a very popular genre in Webnovels. The first thing that come to mind when we talk about romance are the CEO novels. Even though we don't want to admit it, they are the mainstream romance stories in the Webnovel website. 

So why do people love romance stories? I hope you find the answer while reading this chapter.

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FattyBai: No worries, was just a bit curious. It's always amazing seeing how the Romance genre basically dominates the site.

Parasection: and CEO stories.

FattyBai: So I was sort of curious what the demographics on the reader's sex were. But yeah, it's a fair assumption to say that the ladies rule the site, lol

WWFire: Readers gender stats r ambiguous, it is manipulatable after all.

FattyBai: Unless there's this hidden group of guys who have been starving for CEO romance novels (which would actually be funny).

Parasection: But the sacred texts.

WWFire: All I see are genderless alien. *derp emoticon*

reinesse ♥: kek.

FattyBai: How do we pull in the female readers in if we can't write a romance story? *cry emoticon*

Parasection: No choice but to write yaoi then.

WWFire: We who read these kind of fantasy novels don't live our lives correctly pal.

CailinMatthews: *ghost hug emoticon*

Parasection: Give in to the demons.

WWFire: That's why we escape reality sometimes. 

FattyBai: It's like being offered a big cake and unable to take a slice.

Zehell2218: I think male reader have their own chance and market.

FattyBai: For sure, but it'd be nice to tap into both sides.

Zehell2218: @FattyBai I think I'll make fantasy romance so I can attract both.

FattyBai: I mean, it's not a bad idea, but how do you split it up? 50% romance/50% dragon ball z?


Parasection: The fuq that sounds like an abomination.

FattyBai: It does.

Zehell2218: @FattyBai No it's 80% romance 20% action. *joy emoticon*

Noveljunky: Besides Romance, what else do females like to read?

Parasection: BL, yaoi, drama.

Zehell2218: Still BL is romance.

Anjeeriku: horror lol.

reinesse ♥: @Noveljunky xianxia I think.

Noveljunky: Mmm.

Zenith: Well, need too write romance...kek

Zehell2218: Do female reader like to read apocalypse novel? Quick question since I will make fantasy romance in apocalypse.

[A/N: Sis, did you forget that you're a girl too?]

Totally Not Nano: nah oof.

FattyBai: @Zehell2218 Aww, man. But then you have to develop characters and write meaningful dialogue.

Zenith: I am probably gonna f*ck up my time trying to make a romance story.

FattyBai: We like blowing stuff up and fighting baddies.

Zehell2218: cmon it will be comedy. *laugh emoticon*

Parasection: The best thing in a novel is character development humor and action romance can be on the side.

Anjeeriku: Romance can be a great sub genre.

Parasection: how does one even write romance? I don't know where to begin with that genre.

FattyBai: I'm a simple guy, I see plot and I drown it in martial arts and manly stuff. Of course, I don't know what feelings are. Can you eat them to increase your cultivation base? *think smart emoticon*

Parasection: I've never experienced romance so i'd fail the moment i'd attempt a story like that.

Zehell2218: Actually, I like to write fighting scene but without romance my reader will kill me. So...yeah I tag it as romance! *joy emoticon*

Parasection: Fight scenes are fun to write.

FattyBai: I'm trying to break through into the "Immortal lonely sperg" phase~

Zehell2218: Very sloooooowww romance.

Anjeeriku: Please no abusive ML @Zehell2218 They're disgusting. idk why women like to read them.

Zehell2218: @Anjeeriku I don't know if girls who read xianxia will read apocalypse novel too.

reinesse ♥: I wanna write a novel like it's not easy to be a man after traveling to the future.

Zehell2218: @Anjeeriku No I won't make abusive ML. @reinesse ♥ same *joy emoticon*

Totally Not Nano: @Anjeeriku *cough* TBWWM *cough*

reinesse ♥: And an actual xianxia novel with reasonable characters.

Zehell2218: But without the romance it's bland.

reinesse ♥: Like characters, especially main character who knows how to adjust because extreme pride is not good.

FattyBai: @Zehell2218 Baby Dragon Truer words have not been spoken, and that scares me.

reinesse ♥: Some villains are really brainless. they can scheme, but they don't have a reasonable reason to do so

Zenith: Kek.

Zehell2218: @Zenith gramps I have idea for fantasy romance lemme tell you after I finish writing and see if it's interesting or not.

Zenith: Get the MC u desire! Yeah @Zehell2218 

FattyBai: I fear becoming a more wholesome and fleshed out human being. Please no development.

Zehell2218: @Zenith It's ok. Just want to see if people will find this good or not. *joy emoticon*

Totally Not Nano: I think there's a formula in getting famous as a writer.

[A/N: Oh? Such formula exist? Teach me Senpai!]

Totally Not Nano: Let's debate about it. *thinking emoticon*

Parasection: The formula is write romance and you're set.

Totally Not Nano: Any genre + xxxxxxx = top 1.

[A/N: Today… I lost faith in humanity.]

Noveljunky: If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back.

Moonbirth: Write a lot. Write everyday. Post a lot everyday... write about what readers want to read about.

Anjeeriku: Write a lot. be a slave. Lol


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Elyon knew that "Romance" is not his strong point. He writes a fantasy story with romance, but he can't tell if the romance will be able to attract female readers. Out of curiosity, he asked some of his fellow authors the question "Why do you read romance stories?"

Here are their answers…

Kyosei: Because I am single. 

Reili: To fill my empty void of a love life.

Minrei: Because romance let you feel what is to be loved, plus it is universal you dont need to learn magic or cultivation in order to read.

Bajj: Due to lack of romance irl.

Murakami: I read because I enjoy the friction and conflict between the FL and ML. The insistence vs resistance is naisu.

Qin: I reads romance only for ideas and info.

VlassisBehrakis: I don't read romance novels.

[A/N: Oof I asked the wrong person.]

Elyon then  ̶a̶m̶b̶u̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ asked some readers about their opinion about romance novels.

Yin: I read romance novels because I want that kind of drama to happen to me in real life. But I know it will never happen haha.

A Certain Irresistible Meowlin: I wonder why? And I do read romance novels. Though the chance of me dropping them is also the highest out of all the genres. Every so often I come across a scene that makes me just want to squeal and fangirl. 

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Elyon decided to dig deeper and asked a few of his senior "romance authors" some questions about their reason for writing romance stories.

The first question is… Why did you choose to write Romance Stories?

Anjeeriku: I'm comfortable writing romance stories compared to other genres. I'm a helpless romantic person and I like novels that can invoke other people's feelings.

Bajj: First of all, I like reading romance story. It was the reason why I read books before and reading other genres comes after. All in all, due to these romance fiction books, I got the opportunity to read more great books with different genre.

MishaK: That's what I read, so write that too.

Zehell2218: Because as reader, I want to read romance novel so when I write, I write romance since my motto is I write what I want to read.

Ikazainudin: The easiest genre. Everyone can relate.

End_of_Era: It wasn't a full on Romance, it was slice of life with romance which I feel was necessary with progression of the characters.

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The second question… When you were making your ML and FL, did you imagine yourself as the lead of your story at any given point in time?

Anjeeriku: I would be a liar if I said no. There were instances that I'd put myself in my FL's shoes. Whenever that happens, my writing feels more passionate and truthful that sometimes it was hard to know where my fl starts and where I end. 

Shen Yi, LMD's ML was based on a person I've lost, The One That Got Away so it was sometimes hard not to self-insert whenever there were scenes that need to invoke feelings from readers. 

Bajj: I believe that every character the author was making and breathing life into it, a part of him/her is added to its character. But me imagining of being the ML/FL, never. I'm too pure for that. Kek

MishaK: Yes I did but sometimes. Otherwise you can't infuse emotions in your characters. It is important to understand your characters.

Zehell2218: Yes, I imagine myself as the lead. Of course, I tweak it a bit, such as in age and appearance. But mostly, the characteristics is similar to me.

Ikazainudin: FL and ML character based on what I want to be irl. Yup. I imagine that will be my love story.

End_of_Era: Yes, my leads had some ocassional self insertion.

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The third question… If you were to choose some other genre aside from romance, what would you pick?

Anjeeriku: Fantasy. I always look up to those authors who can write fantasy stories/novels well. I believe writing a fantasy novel is harder than writing romance. 

[A/N: Ahem! 10 points to Griffindor!]

Bajj: Horror/thriller/Action. Read GGGB godamnit! [Good Girl Gone Bad]

MishaK: I am writing a Fantasy romance aside from regular vanilla romance *smile emoticon*

Zehell2218: Fantasy, magical realism, fan fiction.

Ikazainudin: Psychological/horror and maybe children story.

End_of_Era: The new genre I'm writing is fantasy/violent .

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The fourth and final question… If you were to give a message to your beloved readers, what would it be?

Anjeeriku: I'm sorry for not being inconsistent with updates. Y'all know I love you, but a little consideration and patience as I face this rough patch in my life would be very much appreciated.

Bajj: Vote me please :* mass release comes after, deal?

[A/N: Oof!]

MishaK: Be responsible in reviewing the book you are reading. Authors love to listen from their readers. So talk to them.

Zehell2218: Beloved reader, your author here is working hard to provide your daily dose so pliz pretty pliz, read my chapter using paid SS since I don't get even a penny for free SS. 

Tips: use free SS on translation novel. The translator still get money and use paid SS on original novel so we can get a bit money to continue living *wink*

Ikazainudin: I want readers to know, that love, hope and miracles exist. Be open and value each moment of your life like the MC's did.


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Author's Thoughts

Hello Guys! I hope you enjoyed this chapter of WWCG. Personally, I've read a few CEO novels myself. I also read some FL stories like A Slight Smile Is Devastating (Love O2O), Hidden Marriage, Doomed to be Cannon Fodder, Transmigrator meets Reincarnator, A Mistaken Marriage Match: A Generation of Military Counselor, There Is an Angel in That Church (short story), Eight Treasures Trousseau, Grabbing Your Hand, Dragging you Away, A Mistaken Marriage Match: Record of Washed Grievances…

Ai~ there's a few more that I won't add to the list because it will create a wall of text. Well anyways, the reason why I read these stories is to get an idea on "WHY" the ladies love to read them.

Let's just say that it's a unique way to see a world in the eye of a lady (if you are a man of course). When done properly, the execution of the story can capture the hearts of anyone, even male readers. I believe that no matter what gender you are, as long as you find the story interesting then it doesn't matter whether you are a guy or a gal no?

Perhaps, when I'm not too busy to write my stories, I'll once again pick a romance novel to read. Hopefully, I will find another hidden gem that will bring unexpected surprises to anyone who are lucky enough to find them.

P.S I would like to thank my fellow authors, especially my senior romance authors who answered some of my questions regarding romance novels. 

To my senior authors, May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the Power Stones shine warm upon your face, and Spirit Stones fall soft upon your fields. (￣▽￣)ノ

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I'm not sure why I hadn't thought of this earlier as most my stories are basically Fantasy with a capital F so let me get right into it. What separates 'Fantasy' from 'Contemporary' works isn't just where it's set but also the level of contrivances that are allowed.

As I've said before, every story allows a certain level of contrived scenarios where Destiny and Fate are actually a thing. Fantasy stories in particular work best when you go all in on your imagination.

I know you all have had it drilled into your brains that a certain level of 'realism' is needed even in a fantasy story. However, what most mean by that isn't adding the laws of physics to your story but keeping it internally consistent with clear laws and limits.

I'm pretty sure you guys don't need a rundown in how society works because fantasy societies work the same way expect they have the word 'Magic' added to them. Do NOT rip off Elves and Dwarves from the Lord of the Rings and flex the creative muscles in your brain a little. There's no limit to the kind of magical races you can make in a Fantasy!

This also applies to magic. However, people only remember limitations more than what a persons using Magic System can generally do since 'magic is omnipotent unless proven otherwise'. There will be no narrative stakes or tension if you can't even make sure random nobodies aren't shooting off nukes and your main character isn't invincible beyond measure.

There are people who tend to overthink about how to write Fantasy since it's such a popular genre everyone and their dog is writing. You don't need someone else's guideline to write a Fantasy since most good Author's base them out of existing literature of the past or modern ones they are retelling using their own tropes and characters.

You'll never get anywhere if you need someone else to flex your creativity when looking into the past brings forth many mystical stories and myths that all wouldn't be possible without a little bit of magic sprinkled onto them. The classic LitRPG genre with stuff like Guilds and Adventures is popular to use nowadays but only because you don't have to explain much in a story that's so easy to figure out.

If you're going to use the LitRPG setting with dungeons and dragons, make sure you make it character driven and focus on people rather than explaining how fireballs work. The only reason Slime Reincarnation (That Time I Reincarnating As A Slime) or Sword Dad (I Was A Sword When I Reincarnated) are so popular is because behind the Power Fantasy are well-written and diverse characters.

If you want to write your own Fantasy World unique to only you, then it's best to start researching ways to ground it with your audience. These days people want to read about 'people' more than someone dumping lore about a fictional world they don't care about. Even pure Fantasy stories needs a protagonist that can be the reader's eyes and ears.

Now, thanks to the Isekai Boom, you may think that a main character HAS to be reincarnated for basically no reason whatsoever. However, that is ill-advised as people reincarnated for trivial reasons bore the audience to death. There's this Fantasy story about this non-reincarnated girl who was raised by Death himself in a regular medieval magic world, causing her to be a mix of creepy and cute all at the same time. This is an example of the kind of plots which are interesting BECAUSE their MC is a member of this world but special rather than some random guy from Earth who just so happens to be Isekai'd.

Isekai can be done right when the main character's rebirth or transportation into this world holds some sort of meaning. However, it can turn into a very boring story with maybe one or two gimmicks if you aren't even thinking of an ending for it.

Getting back to the main point: You seriously won't be able to write a Fantasy properly unless you at least know something about characters (If you haven't already figured that out already).

How the life of this character, under the special upbringing that only those of your Fantasy World go through, is interesting to the reader depends of where you take the tropes of your regular Fantasy.

You can go the 'Epic Fantasy' route, then copying the Hero's Journey is fine as long as you switch it up a bit. As long as you understand the fundamentals of a Hero's Journey and not look at it as the ONLY WAY TO TELL A STORY then you're on the right track.

Those who are wondering what a Hero's Journey is can find the link at the bottom. Also try searching for Dan Harmon's Story Circle for a more character driven version of it on YouTube. Anyway, this trope is basically the origin of the whole 'Chosen One' trope.

As for what I meant by Epic Fantasy, it is actually quite beloved type of story for many who love the Fantasy genre. It could be about the journey about a chosen one destined to defeat a Big Baddy like Eragon, Lord of the Rings, etc. There are even shorter and more simplified versions of this which is basically where the 'Hero Vs Demon King' trope came from. As long as there's a quest fraught with danger then people would love to read about a chosen one being able to win against their foes.

Another route you can take is Dark Fantasy, where all the lovely tales of HP Lovecraft comes from. His stories may lean more on the spectrum of supernatural tales about Dark Gods and Cults but the way everything seems to be ripped out of a nightmare is what I'm trying to focus on. If a regular Fantasy is like a dream then a Dark Fantasy is one you'd rather avoid since the world is screwed up.

And I don't mean the characters are screwed up or insane by any means, I literally mean either the Magic System or how society works is genuinely screwed up. Read 'Dungeon Seeker' as an example of this (Warning: Don't read it if you don't want to pollute your innocent mind with all the corruption in this story). Either way, it could be the Magic System relies on the blood of orphans, or it could be you have to kill a loved every time you cast a spell. The main point is that this Fantasy World is just hell.

Now, I could move on to Urban Fantasy and other sub-genres, but that would be wasting my time and yours since TV Tropes exists for a reason. Just remember what I've said and have a clear goal in beginning and end planned for your character's development and you'll be fine. There's nothing better than a story that's focused after all.

HelloFutureMe and others on YouTube such as OverlySarcasticProductions have more to say on this subject.

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

Summary: A mom inadvertently falls in love with her son.

Note: This is a NUDE DAY 2014 contest story so please vote.


"Mom-Son": A Love Story

It was a couple of days after my son's eighteenth birthday when I realized I wanted to have sex with him.

I know...I know...it is completely wrong, sick and twisted...I told myself the same thing at first.

To explain my strange sexual hunger, my son, Paul, is a complete ringer for his father, Darren, who died in a car accident when Paul was only three. He had the same blue eyes, the same blonde hair and the same dazzling smile.

I had known these facts for years, but as he turned from an adolescent to a man it became even more apparent.

That all said, I had never considered sex with him at all until I accidentally walked in on him sitting at his computer as he stroked his cock. I could argue it wasn't him I wanted, but just a cock to pound away the cobwebs of my long neglected pussy. Yet, the reality is, putting the pieces together of his good looks, his exact replica voice and his identical big cock, it was definitely him I wanted...it was like I could relive my late teenage years when I originally started dating Darren...or in a morbid sense relive my marriage to the only person I had ever truly loved.

I apologized profusely for not knocking, and it was obvious that Paul was as embarrassed as I was. Yet, that night I couldn't stop replaying the brief encounter in my mind. At first I was mortified by what I saw...then as I laid in bed trying to fall asleep, my mind began playing tricks on me. Every time I closed my eyes and began to try and reach slumber, my son stroking his completely erect, thick cock popped into my head. I would immediately jolt up and shake my head for thinking such an inappropriate thought...yet as soon as I laid back down and closed my eyes the exact same scene would repeat itself...I was in the incest version of the Groundhog Day movie. Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, I fell asleep. Obviously, it wasn't a great night's sleep.

The next morning, Paul and I pretended it didn't happen, but, of course, you can't erase the past, and an unacknowledged awkwardness began between us.

Over the next month, even as my morals argued it was completely wrong...my too long ignored libido screamed it was okay. I began pleasuring myself while imagining my vibrator was Paul's cock fucking me. I sucked my dildo imagining it was Paul's cock I was sucking.

Whenever I looked at Paul, I saw Darren.

Whenever I talked to Paul, I heard Darren.

It became unhealthy and obsessive, and it soon began to consume all my thoughts and dreams.

I regressed to my teen years as I began, inadvertently at first, attempting to entice my son, like I had his father all those years ago.

Although I wasn't as thin as my perfect body cheerleading days, I was still in decent shape. Sure I could lose a few pounds, but who couldn't? The beginning of grey was showing up in my black as night hair, but so far I hadn't thought it showed enough to dye it. I had always been slightly chubby, being big-boned like my father, thus I had large, all natural, 38DD breasts and a wide ass. Conversely though, I have long thin legs which had both breast men and leg men often checking me out.

For the record, I had dated a few men over the years, a couple even potentially going further, yet none were Darren. Thus, I always found a way to end the relationship before it got to the moving stage. I realized I already had the perfect man in the house...it was now time to make it happen.

I began wearing shorter skirts at home, tighter blouses and heels...the things that had always got me what I wanted from men. Although my son did seem to notice my ample cleavage, I realized even if he was interested sexually in me he was way too shy to make a move...especially since I was his mother.

So at supper one day, six weeks since first seeing his cock, I decided to ask questions and learn more about his preferences.

At the table, I started by asking the usual question, "What did you learn today?"

He responded like he always did, with the teenage staple answer to almost any question asked by a parent, "Nothing."

I quoted, "Why do I pay school taxes then?"

He responded making my mouth drop open, the irony dripping, "So I can learn that some think Hamlet and his mother had an incestuous relationship."

I gasped. My son had brought out the very topic I was planning to try to get to in less than thirty seconds. Did he too know what I was feeling? What I was wanting? Did he want me as much as I wanted him?

I joked composing myself, "Apparently, the message of Hamlet has changed since I was in school."

Paul continued, "No, the message is still about religion, revenge and becoming a man, but if you read deeper into the words of Shakespeare it seems clear that Hamlet and his mom were having a sexual relationship."

I joked again, this time trying to see where his head was about the idea of incest, as I asked, "So you're telling me that according to Shakespeare to become a man you have to sleep with your mother?"

The words out...I realized I had just asked my son the most leading question ever.

His face went red as he stammered, "I'm not saying that, Shakespeare was."

"Do you concur?" I asked, dying to hear his answer...his nervous red cheeks adorable...my pussy sopping wet, I waited a long time to let the idea of incest between him and I linger in his mind before I added, allowing him to save face, "That Shakespeare wrote about incest."

"According to Mrs. Walker, incest back in Shakespeare's time was quite common among both royalty and the peasant classes, so it wouldn't be uncommon for a playwright to write about it," he answered.

I asked, again shifting my strategy to test the waters of his interest, "If incest was once common, did Mrs. Walker discuss when incest became inappropriate?"

Paul shook his head no. "It was a rather brief discussion actually. She just mentioned that if you go to college some professors go much deeper into the subtext of the play and the possible incestuous relationship between Hamlet and his mother."

"I see," I said smiling, adding one more subtle hint, "it's interesting how life always goes full circle."

Paul asked, "What do you mean?"

"In Hamlet, I don't completely recall the plot but I remember a speech about going full circle in life and death," I shrugged, before adding, fishing for a compliment, "but that was a long, long, time ago."

"Oh, mom, you just turned forty," he countered.

"I feel fifty, I countered, with a heavy sigh.

"Oh Mom, you're still a very beautiful woman," he replied, unable to maintain eye contact with me. Was I making him uncomfortable? Was I turning him on?

"Thank you, son," I said, standing up, walking over to him, bending down and giving him a big hug. I made sure my ample breasts pressed into him and that my perfume lingered. I bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before adding, "You're so sweet, just like your dad."

Returning to my seat and sitting down, I noticed he was beet red and clearly overwhelmed by what just occurred.

The rest of the meal we chatted about his upcoming graduation, his summer job at the college library and college...although I asked questions, I am not sure I heard many of the answers as I pondered the reality that the seed for incest had been planted and now I had to help nurture it.

Now completely obsessed with my son, so compulsively obsessed with the idea of committing incest, I started researching just how common incest was and is in today's society.

The more I read, the more I came to see both the pros and cons of having an intimate relationship with my son.

I learned: Throughout history incest was very common among a diverse range of groups particularity the peasants, rural folk and poor people. I also learned that royalty and the very wealthy also participated in it and some secret societies existed for the pleasure of family relations.

Cousin incest is very common even now and almost half the states even allow for first cousins to marry (even though some of these states still prohibit same-sex marriage which is interesting).

Stats also suggest that almost everyone knows someone who has been involved in incest whether it be full-blooded siblings, parents and children, grandparents and their grandchildren, aunts/uncles and nieces/nephews and so forth. Based on that theory, I wondered who I knew who would have participated in an incestuous relationship.

Although not a massive number, ten percent of people surveyed in their early twenties will confide in anonymous surveys that they have been a part of a consensual sexual situation with a sibling.

Also, on the website Literotica the most common search is for incest stories, all the most read stories are incest and mother-son relationships are the most read about erotica stories on the internet. There is even a taboo movie series that creates fictional films of incestuous relationships. Going further incest is the most ignored, or least talked about, taboo even though it has always existed in history, mythology, fiction and so forth.

Many studies have also proven that people are usually attracted to people who look like themselves and thus family members are often sexually attracted to each other but ignore these feelings because of society's standards. (Although Paul looked more like his father, he had my eyes and my cheekbones).

Lastly, a theory called Genetic Sexual Attraction explains the shockingly high incest interactions of family members who do not know they are related. Studies conclude that half of all first introductions of biological relatives lead to sexual attraction and almost a quarter will conclude in a sexual relationship. With rising divorce rates, one-night stands, adoption, and embryo donations this number continues to increase. 

After this fascinating research session, my cunt was begging for attention, so I pulled up Literotica and did a search for incest stories and couldn't believe the massive amount of stories about incestuous relationships. There were brother-sister, aunt-nephew, dad-daughter, and mom-son. There were also quite a few mom-daughter stories and other same sex variations. I redefined my search to mom and son and began reading. Although they were fiction, the stories drew me in as I imagined I was the mother and Paul the son. After a few stories, I brought myself to an intense orgasm.

The next day, I went online and read a forum full of people who admitted to having incestuous sex. Eventually I came across one that stirred me:

I started having sex with my son just after his eighteenth birthday. As he grew from teenager to man I couldn't believe how much he resembled his deceased father. When he wore a tux for his prom, I knew I wanted him. I researched the morality of incestuous sex, I chatted online with women who had had sex with their son and decided that for his nineteenth birthday I would give him the present that it seemed many boys fantasized about...his mom. We have been lovers ever since. Although we are not man and wife legally, we act like a married couple. Kennedy

Her story resonated in me as it was the exact same emotions I was feeling. I clicked on her name and was thrilled to see I could contact her by email.

Curious to know more, I emailed her:

Kennedy, I hope I am not being forward, but having read your brief declaration of your intimate relationship with your son, I was hoping for advice. I too want to have sex with my son. I too have lost my husband. I too see my husband in my son's looks, voice and mannerisms. Can you give me advice on how to cross the line? Eager Mother

Pressing send, I went back to Literotica to read a few more stories before heading to work.

Getting back from work around ten at night after a long day at the hospital, where I am a nurse, I slipped out of my shoes and went to check on Paul.

I unbuttoned another button on my blouse before I knocked on his door and said, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said.

I stepped into his room and found him on his bed reading a book. "How was your day, honey?"

"Riveting," he sarcastically responded, looking at me.

"Is that an SAT word," I joked going to his bed.

"I don't think so," he shrugged, seemingly looking down at my legs as I walked towards him.

"What are you reading?" I asked, reaching him and sitting on the edge of his bed.

"A Fault in Our Stars," he answered, "I need to finish reading it before the movie comes out later this month."

"Cool," I said. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again, before adding, "It was a long day, I'm going to go shower."

"Okay, Mom," he nodded, his cheeks again going red. Obviously my kiss either turned him on or embarrassed him. I was dying to know which.

I stood up and headed to the door. Stopping, I turned around, noticing he was again looking down at my legs. Curious if I was correct, I sighed, "Darn pantyhose," and returned to the bed, put my foot on the end of the bed, bent over and fixed my nylon at the toes.

Although he returned to his book when I looked at him, it was obvious he was checking out my legs. I wondered if he was a leg man. Darren had been a breast man. He would spend hours playing with my breasts. He even loved fucking them with a generous amount of lube. Although he came in my cunt sometimes, and my mouth sometimes, more often than not he finished by pumping his cock in between my tits.

Standing back up and heading out, again stopping at the door, I turned around and again he quickly glanced away. I said, with just a hint of sexiness, "Good night, honey."

"G-g-goodnight, Mom," he briefly stammered.

Leaving his room, I was suddenly confident of two things:

One: he was a leg man

Two: I did turn him on

This newfound knowledge exciting me greatly, I went to the shower and pleasured myself like I occasionally did with the powerful shower head while thinking of Paul fucking me.

In my room, dressed only in my robe, I opened my laptop to check if I had gotten a response from Kennedy. A chill of excitement went up my spine as I clicked on her reply.

Hi, Thank you for the e-mail. I remember when I was in your situation.

My mixed emotions.

I was his mother I shouldn't feel this way.

Incest is wrong.

I will go to Hell.

Yet, the more I denied my own feelings (and can your own feelings be wrong?), the more I fantasized about my son.

I resisted for months, self-destructing the relationship I was currently in with a good man...he just wasn't my son.

In the end, I decided to take the risk and have been in the most loving, most sensual and most sexually satisfying relationship of my life ever since...and that includes my husband who I loved with all my heart.

Sex should be with someone you love and care about and although society frowns on it (although it was once very common), the reality is your own flesh and blood, whether that be son, daughter, mom, father, aunt, uncle, niece, nephew or any other blood relative is someone close to your heart and thus a logical person to be intimate with.

In conclusion, don't be ashamed by your feelings, as I mentioned before what you feel in your heart can't be wrong (no matter what society says); that said, we moved to another state when we decided to live as lovers where no one knows we are biological mother and son.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Kennedy On yahoo as momplussoneequalsfun (I know it is silly but I thought it was humorous at the time) 

I read the email three times and, exhausted, decided I would respond tomorrow. I shut down my computer and went to bed...wondering what the odds were that Paul could remotely feel for me the way I felt for him.

.....

The next morning, I responded to her e-mail:

Kennedy Thank you very much for your encouraging response.

I felt overwhelming guilt for having sexual feelings for my son, which were slightly dissipated by my online readings...yet being in a similar situation myself (my husband died when my son was three), I feel much more at ease with my feelings after reading your e-mail.

My question is: How did you go from these early yearnings to eventually having sex with your son?

I hope that is not too personal of a question to ask. If it is I apologize for being so presumptuous as to ask it.

Courtney 

This time I signed my name, no longer ashamed by my feelings.

I cleaned the house for a bit, and talked to Mom on the phone before I headed into work where my thoughts of incest faded into the back of my mind while the demands of the job took over.

That night, I again was exhausted, and I again decided to check on Paul, who this time was on his computer playing some online game and didn't even hear me knock.

Entering, I startled him as he had his gaming headphones on. "Mom! Crap, you scared the heck out of me."

"I thought I'd let you know I'm home," I said, going to his bed and taking off my shoes.

He turned away from his game, which I took as flattery, as he watched me. I joked, "I think it's time to get you a girlfriend."

"Why?" He asked, trying to maintain eye contact with me and yet on more than one occasion taking quick, he thought unnoticeable, glimpses of my legs.

"When I was your age I was going to parties, meeting boys and well," I shrugged, as I took my first shoe off, "you know."

"What?" my adorable, but innocent son asked, clearly unable to focus on my words.

"Making out," I answered. "Plus, I met your dad when I was eighteen, too."

"You did?" He asked, "You've never told me how you and Dad met."

"It was lust at first sight," I joked, as I tossed my second shoe on the ground and collapsed backwards onto his bed.

"W-w-what?" He stammered, clearly distracted by both my words and my legs.

I rolled onto my side to face him, my legs stacked onto each other, and said, "You're eighteen, I guess you're old enough to hear this, if you can handle your old bag of a mother telling you about her young, wild days."

some sort stories of taboo

This story is a complete work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone, alive or dead is pure coincidence. All of the characters in this story are 18 years and older.



I copy this from literotica.com

It took me some time to admit it, but this story is finished. And by my own fault. The most recent review is completely right, I have wasted my own story. If there is something important to know about my stories, is that nothing is planned.

For example with this story one day I was bingwatching the Harry Potter movies, and I decided to write a story. I paused the movie, powered on my computer, wrote a chapter, posted it. No plans were made for the future.

I think that this is what sets me apart from other authors, but it's also what made me fall. What happened in the story actually depended on how I felt the day I wrote it. At first it was okay, but one day I don't know why I changed Arthur's personnality for no reason (god complex).

The next day when I read the comments I decided to read it myself and I was kind of disappointed with what I did. I tried to hold on, but writing a story with such an MC isn't something I like to do. Adding to that the start of term, and many more things that happened recently, I lost the love I had for this story.

If I had to make an honest review about my work, I would say that the first 40 chapters or so were well written, had an interesting and original plot although there were some typos or a few grammatical mistakes. But then I changed Arthur. He went from cool to annoying. He didn't become mean, he became annoying. There's a difference. So from then on even I lacked the determination to write the story and it became worse and worse.

Anyway, all of this to announce that this story is finished, I've lost the motivation to continue writing it and I don't think I will update another story soon, but I can't be sure about this. It might be tomorrow, or in 3 months. If you like reading my stories then keep this in your library as I will post a chapter here to self promote my next novel when it gets out.

For those curious about what I might write next, here are ideas:

1. The bubble cities story that I told you about before.
2. A naruto story with someone reincarnating as Orochimaru
3. A One Piece story with MC reincarnating as a Vanilla Mugiwara, or as an original character who would either join the Mugiwara, form his own crew, follow someone big or become a Marine.
4. A Terror Infinity fanfiction with brand new characters
5. Maybe an Ultimate Evolution following vanilla characters
6. A fanfiction of the TV show Gotham (For those who don't know the show it's about Gordon's youth in a slightly altered early DC universe).
7. A Stranger Things Fanfiction with an extended universe, that would explore what hasn't already been explored by the show. There wouldn't be trashy stuff about Gods being out there or half assed explanations about El's powers, but only things that got introduced by the show already, but that were eluded. For example how it is like in the Upside Down, how does other countries reacts to the changes... That kind of stuff.

Arthur Holly fell asleep like any other day. And he woke up like any other day. Except that he didn't wake up in his own body, but in a three years old one.

Arthur transmigrated into what seemed to be the same world he previously lived in, except in the past, before he was even born.

But everything changed the day of his fourth birthday.



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HIM – EVERY DAY A JOURNEY

 

Aya and Tyson sat down panting, both covered in sweat, as they sighed in relief. Surrounding them were piles of empty cardboard boxes, making it impossible to see a wall from a wall, or a corner from a corner. Nonetheless, both had faint smiles on their faces; it had been nearly three weeks since they decided to move in together, and after some back and forth, today they officially became roommates.

"I can't believe we actually did it." Aya said, chuckling lightly. "We moved in together!"

"Hell yeah we did!" Tyson exclaimed. "That was barely audible, sorry. My lungs are literally begging to explode."

"Yeah, you lifted some pretty heavy stuff," Aya said. "I still can't believe you managed to actually move my cat stone statue all by yourself."

"… I've been meaning to ask…"

"Don't…"

"Why the fuck do you own a stone cat statue?!!" Tyson exclaimed somewhat angrily. "It's ugly, it's gigantic, it's fucking heavy – I'm telling you, I'm pretty sure I broke like twelve bones moving it – and, you know, it's ugly!"

"… yeah, I expected you to be angry about the cat." Aya said, smiling coyly.

"Of course I'm angry about the cat!"

"You know, I just… I just wanted our place to ooze some culture, you know?"

"Then… I don't know… buy some fancy fucking books that can easily be moved, not a literal spawn of Egyptian lore!" Tyson said.

"I'm surprised you actually knew to reference Egypt here." Aya said.

"You were expecting Catwoman, didn't you?"

"Yup."

"Heh, take that." Tyson said, smirking.

"… I did. Last night. And the night before. And the yesterday morning." Aya said as Tyson sighed.

"… I told you we should have asked Jared and Emma to help us," Tyson said. "Those two are workout freaks. They would have cleaned this place up faster than you clean your ass."

"Hey! What's wrong with having a clean ass?!" Aya exclaimed.

"… you're only using it to shit, meaning you clean it to shit it up again." Tyson said.

"Oh, well, sorry. From now on, every time you bend me over, I'll let you have a clear-cut look on a shitty asshole."

"… yeah, let's, uh, let's not do that." Tyson said.

"God, we just moved in, and we're already fighting." Aya said, sighing.

"At least we can build a proper fort." Tyson said, smiling wryly.

"… you want to build a fort?"

"You don't?"

"Hell yeah I do." Aya said. God I love this girl… "What are we gonna name it?"

"You used to name your forts?"

"You didn't?"

"Hell yeah I did!" Tyson exclaimed, smiling.

"What else did you used to do as a kind?" Aya asked as the two lied down onto the floor sideways, facing each other.

"Uh, let's see… we used to go to this really high cliff and dare each other to jump," Tyson said. "It was like thirty meters tall, but the water down below was really deep, so if you knew how to jump, there really wasn't any danger. But, one day, this local kid we all kind of used to bully goes up and says if he makes the jump, we're never to bully him again."

"He died didn't he?" Aya interrupted.

"… uh, no? Where'd you get that idea?" Tyson said.

"That's the only way this story would be any interesting."

"Oh, pardon me, Mrs. I always stayed in my bedroom and read boring books and watched cringey anime and read even cringier manga. Please, do tell your interesting stories." Tyson said.

"… everything we've watched to you was cringey!" Aya exclaimed. "What the hell is even your standard?"

"Well stop showing me a bunch of teenagers trying to save the world!!" Tyson exclaimed. "That's cringe in and of itself!"

"But that's what anime is all about!"

"… I highly doubt it."

"If I showed you any one of its other sides, you'd never watch it again." Aya said.

"Ah come on, of course I would!" Tyson said. "Every time we watch it together, you get so immersed your reactions literally blow my dick off! They're more adorable a cat befriending a mouse and letting it ride her!"

"…"

"That was good, no?" Tyson said, smirking, as he spotted Aya's cheeks flushing slightly red.

"You're way more adorable, though," Aya said as she recovered. "Every time we play something together, you keep inventing new ways to apologize for sucking ass. Even though I hate you because we never win, I love you even more because of the 'Oh, o-m-g, so sorry, it's like I got a broom stuck up my ass and know only once direction – up, UP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD UP!!'" as Aya burst out in laughter, Tyson lowered his head, half due to embarrassment and half due to shame.

"… you don't have to remind me. I'm well aware of my suckage."

"Is suckage even a word?" Aya asked.

"I don't think so."

"It should be."

"There are so many 'words' that ought to be words, but they aren't," Tyson said. "Like beyondness. Back in elementary school, I always used that word in written assignments, and my teacher was always like 'That's not even a word!'. I wanted it to be a word so bad."

"… what would you even describe with 'beyondness' though?" Aya asked as her brows creased.

"… no clue. Just sounds so deep and mysterious, right?"

"Yeah, sure." Aya said. "Almost as deep as your excuses for your suckage at games."

"… your insults are like a mass graves," Tyson said, sighing. "They just keep growing, and growing, and growing…"

"…" Aya's cheeks puffed slightly as she stiffened her laughter.

"You know, nobody's gonna call you a terrible person for laughing at it." Tyson said, smirking.

"… I'm pretty sure they would."

"Ah come on, I'm the only one here. And, next to me, you can't possibly be called a terrible person."

"Good point," Aya said, coughing. "Still not laughing at it though."

"Didn't your mom tell you to call her once we finish setting up?" Tyson asked.

"Yeah, but it can wait," Aya said. "It's been a while since, you know, we talked and it wasn't about where I'll put my stuff once I move in."

"Had I known you had so much stuff, I'd take a loan, sell my kidney, enter child slavery ring and earn some quick buck, and buy us a bigger place." Tyson said.

"You know, until the last one, it was kind of romantic," Aya said. "Then, you just fucked it right up."

"Dude! How can you say something so terrible about kids?" Tyson said. "You're really… just… awful."

"… that's stretching it more than shoujo manga stretch their stories." Aya said.

"Ah come on. It wasn't that bad. I mean, did you read Last Game? It's like five chapters of content going on for nearly a hundred."

"You read the whole thing?!" Aya exclaimed.

"Good god no," Tyson shuddered for a moment as he spoke. "I just read first ten and last five chapters. Pretty sure I didn't miss anything important."

"… well, you know—"

"Pretty sure I didn't miss anything important!"

"You didn't miss anything important."

"I love it when we agree on something." Tyson said, smiling.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Aya said. Not as beautiful as you are—"I know you're thinking it, don't say it."

"Say what?"

"You know what."

"How would I know what?" Tyson feigned ignorance, holding back laughter.

"Because you always know what."

"I can't always know what," Tyson said. "As what in and of itself has no meaning."

"Oh fuck you." Aya exclaimed, laughing lightly.

"Oh. That what."

"… you ever felt like traveling the world?" Aya asked, changing the subject. "You know, to spread your wisdom to all corners of the world."

"Who hasn't?" Tyson said. "But, you know, then I looked up the cost, and my dreams died. Much like I do in games. You?"

"Yeah," Aya said. "I always wanted to visit Palawan. All pictures basically say 'fuck you, that's right, this is Paradise' to the rest of the world."

"I always wanted to go to Santorini," Tyson said, chuckling. "I mean, weird architecture, vast sea, beautiful…"

"Maybe you should get into that child slavery business after all." the two burst out in short laughter as they lied onto their backs. "It's weird, isn't it? How big the world is, yet how little we see of it. I know more about the space than our actual home."

"Everybody does, I think," Tyson beckoned back. "You know, we grow up surrounded with what we know, and we take rest for granted. 'It's all the same', something like that. And, even if we travel or look up pictures or something, it's always just a few places."

"If I was an immortal," Aya said. "The very first thing I would do is just… just travel. No destination. No purpose. Just aimlessly wander and see where my feet take me."

"And planes. Can't cross the oceans on foot."

"Ha ha, yeah, and planes."

"I don't know," Tyson said, sighing. "Sometimes, I just want to go out and see everything. Other times… I just want to stay home, in peace and quiet."

"It is weird, isn't it?" Aya exclaimed softly as she turned back toward him. "I mean, I bet your ass you can't play games or watch movies in some backwater, beautiful mountain village, right?"

"You can say that again." Tyson said, smiling lightly. "But, you know, in the end it's as they say: different strokes for different folks."

"… where the hell did you pull that one out of?"

"Ah, come on, everybody knows that one!"

"Well, maybe every man," Aya said. "You guys do 'stroke' a lot."

"… oh, fuck you. You'd 'stroke' it too if you had it."

"Luckily I don't."

"At least mine doesn't turn into epicenter of pain combustion once a month." Tyson said.

"… yeah, make fun of a girl about her period. Real classy Ty." Aya said.

"I can literally see on your face that you don't care."

"So? Doesn't mean no other girl does!"

"… oh, yeah, I mean, look at all these girls around us. My harem is really something, isn't it? I should probably slow down or I might die from blood loss." Tyson said.

"Do you even want to have a harem?" Aya asked, arching her brows.

"Hell no," Tyson said. "That's just a Caesar waiting to happen."

"Well, let's just say, for the sake of it, that all girls are completely devoted to you and they don't care that there's like a thousand of them," Aya said. "What about then?"

"… are you one of the thousand?" Tyson asked.

"… uh, sure?"

"Then the rest can wreathe in jealousy as I bang you ten times a day in front of them all."

"Oh for the love of…" Aya sighed as a smile creeped up on her face, which she tried to hide by covering it with her hands.

"Ai, ai, don't hide it," Tyson said, chuckling, extending his own hands and pulling hers away. … yeah, I could die staring at that smile… okay, morbid thoughts begone! I'm still young! "You're really beautiful, you know that?"

"Oh, I am?" Aya said.

"Yeah. Forget the Pala-whatever and Sato-what-is-that," Tyson said. "Every day with you is much more beautiful, wherever we are."

"Even in this tiny-ass place with an ugly cat statue in the corner?"

"… yeah, but that cat statue has to go. Seriously. It just has to go."

"Yeah, she can do," Aya said. "But, I'm afraid I'm staying. That's much, much worse."

"Eh, I think I can manage."

"Good."

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Tyson, suffering from long-lasting unrequited love, meets Aya, an odd, expressionless girl from his classes. As the curiosity about each other draws them together, it slowly sparks a friendship founded on honesty with which the two deal with one another. It is a story about two ordinary college students with their own, small circumstances, and love which blossoms between the two of them.

Xi runs as fast as he can to Li Yuan's Apartment.


He had returned to pick up a few items before he left for Li Yuan's hometown, Shanghai.


Xi has received an answer about everything he has felt that. So, he had decided he would say all his feelings to Li Yuan.


Maybe this sounds shameless. He had just been dumped by Chu Yana a few days ago, but now he has fallen in love with Li Yuan?


He had thought how shameless he was to have the feeling of falling in love with Li Yuan.


But, he had regained consciousness because of Grandma Lan's words just now.


"Argh ... Damn ... Why could I fall in love with that Legal Loli ...? Why do I fall in love that flat-chested girl?" muttered Xi.


He sat on the couch and pulled out his cell phone from his shirt pocket.


"What I have to do now is known where the girl is, right?"



So, he ran the application [Restart] and made a search for Li Yuan's location in the next three days


(Li Yuan's location for the next three days)"""


Searching"""


* Ding


Li Yuan's location:


1. Li's family residence, Shanghai, at 7 in the morning - 4 in the afternoon

2. 7th floor of Cherry bell Hotel, Shanghai. At 4.30-7 PM


"So, they will hold the engagement at this hotel ..." Xi muttered.


"But, before that, I needed a ticket ... I thought that woman could prepare a ticket for me ..."


He left the application [Restart] then looked at the contact.


He made a call on his cell phone.


 ...


"Hello, Mr. Xi ...?" the voice said behind the cellphone.


"Hello ... can I ask you for something?" Xi pleaded.

"Something...? What is that about ...? "The voice asked.


"I want you to buy a ticket for me and prepare someone to pick me up at the Shanghai Hongqiao

International Airport ..."


"Shanghai ...? "


"En ..."


Xi nodded.


"Wait, a minute ... What are you really thinking, Mr. Xi?" the voice asked.


"Can you do it ...? "


"I can ... but, I'm a little confused why you are asking for it suddenly now ..."


"I want to do something in Shanghai ... So, I need a little help from you ..."


"Okay ... I think the young lady won't mind ... Right now we're in Shanghai too ..."


"Shanghai?"

Yep ... we will attend an engagement ... "


"Engagement...?"


"Right ... the engagement of a son from an important family in Shanghai ..."


"I'm also going to Shanghai to attend a person's engagement event ..."


-I guess this is more like messing up an engagement ...


"I think it's fair enough ... I'll tell Miss Young about this ..."


"Okay thank you..."


"En ..."


Xi immediately hung off his cellphone.


***

About thirty minutes after the conversation on the telephone someone sent a short message to Xi's number.


"Who just contacted you ..."


"That's Mr. Xi, Young lady ..." the woman answered.


"Xi?"


The young woman tilts her head.


"What are you talking about...?"


The young woman tilts her head.


"What have you been talking about ...?"


"He asked me to buy a ticket to Shanghai and someone picked him up at the airport ..."


"Ticket and pickup?"


The woman nodded.


"Yes, young lady ..."


The young woman paused for a moment.


"Have you investigated accurately about who Mr. Xi really is?" The Young woman asked.


The woman nodded.


"I have investigated about him, Young lady ... he is only a son of a normal small farmer family at Shincuan ... There is no other information hidden ... Mr. Xi is just an ordinary man"


The young woman just shook her head.


"I would rather believe that the man came from an influential family in China rather than the fact that he was a son of a small farming family ..."


"I don't understand the meaning of your words, young lady.."


"Doesn't that seem even stranger if the man knows more about the movement of shares in the stock exchange?" The young woman said.


"Strange...?"


Young Lady nodded.


"En ... Only people from influential families can influence and know the movements of stock exchanges in China ... If Mr. Xi is not a son of an influential family in China, his family may be more of a more influential family and his family must be held more economic control in the world. "


It surprised the woman for a moment to hear his master's assumption.


"How can Miss Young think like that ...?"


"The Song family may be one of the most influential families in China, but we can never control the movements of the stock market ... If Mr. Xi is just guessing, I guess it won't be right ... So, the most likely he is a son from the family influential whose identity might be deliberately hidden ... "


Have you thought like that? "


The young woman nodded.


"Then ... What about the girl?"


"That girl? What do you mean is Chu Yana?"


The young woman nodded.


"Ya ... Where is she now ...? "


"The girl is now in her family's residence near to Zhengzhou ..."


The young woman paused for a moment.


"Does she have the intention to abort it?"


The woman shook her head.


"No, young lady ..."


The young woman nodded.


"That's good ... This girl named Chu Yana can we make her as a trump card ..."


The woman tilted her head.


"That girl differs from the other girls who belonged to the bastard named Yang Jie ... If Chu Yana held responsibility for Yang's family, wouldn't that be very helpful ...?"


The woman nodded.


"I think so too ... But ..."


"But?"


"I feel that the Yang family will ask the girl to have an abortion ... They can't cancel the engagement with your family because the child is out of wedlock from a daughter of a middle business family ..."


"The Yang family will be greatly disadvantaged if they cancel the engagement ..."


The young woman nodded.


"I guess you're right ... But, he will still be able to become another trump card ..."


"Another trump card?"


"En ... You will know when the time has come ..."


"Continue your efforts to investigate Mr. Xi, Wujin ..."


The woman nodded.


The woman is Song Wujin, while the young woman is Song Nanhe.


***


Meanwhile at Li Yuan's Apartment.


* Ding


He has received a message.


"China Airlines, 11 o'clock at night, Flight code CAL. 108 ... Someone will wait for you at the Shanghai Hongqiao International Airport ..."


Xi nodded.



"I think I will ruin your engagement, flat-chested girl ..." Xi muttered.


"Wait for me, Li Yuan!"


He left Li Yuan's apartment and immediately rushed to Shanghai.


***


The boy smiled at the man.


"Isn't that what I thought, Lucifer?"


The man just looked at his head.


"What do you mean by that?"


The boy smiled proudly.


"A princess saved by a prince ... That really is an interesting story, isn't it?"


The man nodded.


"I think that sounds interesting too ... But ... What makes you think that way?"


"I like stories like that ... Stories like a Cinderella and a snow princess ... They will live happily, right?"



The man nodded.


"I thought you were right ..."


"But..."


"But?"


The boy tilted his head.


"What if one day I make a story that is like a story you don't want at all?"


"After all, you misunderstood something ..."


Right ... You misunderstood something ... You misunderstood the initial problem ... So you will draw the wrong conclusion ... "


The boy shook his head.


"I don't understand what you are saying, Lucifer ..."


The man smiled.


"If you want to see the future, you have to gather everything ... You must gather all the premises and all the causes carefully and thoroughly ..."


It even confused the boy.

He did not understand the meaning of the man's words.


The man just patted the boy's head.


"You will understand that before you wake up ... So, I'll read this story again ... Don't you mind?"


The boy nodded.


***



Author Note:


This is my worst day. I think so, a few days ago I read the news about death from the creators of my Favorite cartoon since elementary school (SpongeBob SquarePants). I thought that was bad news and made the world lose another genius. The world has lost inspiration again.


#RIPSthepenHillenburg

Xi Yang who ordinary simple student and has peacefully life. But , when he find his lover make affair with his bestfriend all his life change.

Upon opening the door, he saw Yun Shishi reading a story to his brother.
Youyou's eyes were shut tightly, seemingly having fallen asleep. His mother's voice gradually softened when she saw that the child had gone to sleep and intended to end the story there.
From the doorway, Little Yichen's rueful voice came. "Mommy, can you continue reading that story to the end? I still want to hear it."
She turned in the voice's direction and saw the boy craning his neck as he crouched at the doorway. She did not know how long he had been there.
"Why are you just sitting there?" she asked bemusedly.
"I can't sleep and want to hear mommy tell a story." He supported his cute, chubby, little face with his hands. Squinting his eyes, he produced soft, crystalline laughter. "Mommy's voice is so nice, and the story is interesting. Can mommy continue reading it to me? I wish to know what happens to the princess."
She gently smiled and patted the bed.
He was touched. He closed the door and crept to the bed, careful not to wake his brother with his movements.
She reached out and put him into her embrace.
He blushed.
Never once had anyone read fairy tales to him before bed. Earlier, when he stood at the doorway, he saw her gently caressing Youyou's forehead while she read the story and suddenly felt very envious of his younger brother.
For the past seven years, every day, did mommy read stories to him before he slept?
How fortunate.
He was truly envious.
At the Mu residence, before he went to bed, he could only hug a doll alone and sleep in a room full of emptiness.
It was very lonely.
"Mommy, continue reading." Little Yichen looked up at her, his gaze full of expectations.
She nodded.
"… Alas, there were traitors in the palace. Once they caught wind of the King leaving on an expedition, they sent out numerous martial arts experts to assassinate the King. The man did not know of this, of course. Just as they were merrymaking, a few masked individuals appeared, making them quiver in fear. Two loyal guards protected the King and Princess Love to the best of their abilities, but the assailants still succeeded in attacking the princess. The King thought that she was dead and, not having enough time to bring her 'corpse' home, fled for his life."
She read.
"Mommy, is the princess really dead?"
"No. They only thought that she's dead."
"The king must be heartbroken?"
"Mhm."
"Why didn't the king bring the princess home with him?"
"Err…" She was surprised and a little amused by his strong thirst for knowledge. "There's not enough time, I guess? At that time, many people were after the king."
"The princess is so pitiful…" he lamented.
"Don't worry. Fourteen years later, the King will hear news of her survival and will have people put up a notice that whoever brings Princess Love to him will be heavily rewarded! Let me remind you; the princess has a heart-shaped jade pendant with her."
At this point, for reasons unknown, she was startled and stopped reading the story for a moment.
"Heart-shaped jade pendant?" The boy widened his eyes in curiosity. "Is that a token?"
"Yup!"
He easily got it and his eyes shone. "There must be only one such jade pendant in the world! Because of this, the person who has it can only be the princess. Mommy, did the King find out the princess then?"
"Don't fret; mommy will continue the story now."
"Alright!"


She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan.

As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing.
 
On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. 


Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" 

However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” 

The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his...

Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

Hey bros and people who don't like being called bros. 
So. 
Today I woke up. Checked my email. And apparently I got a contract invitation by Webnovel. I didn't even know that was a thing, I though we gotta apply for that shit ah. 

Anyway, I don't know if they say this to all their invited contract people but they said they read my work and praised my story as 'filled with imagination, has a fresh and interesting plot and well-crafted characters that speak deeply about your passion and talent for creation. Our content editors strongly wish to accompany you through your writing career and plan a beautiful future for your work.' And I'm like..

Fuck man you guys read my shit? Even the reverse shota thing? 

Embarrassed (/ω＼)

Anyway I'm like low key hoping it's copy and pasted praise because ugh it's like the parents you didn't know about finding your fanfiction and then praising you for how well Sasuke ***** Naruto in the ***, which... I totally didn't read when I was younger (¬_¬)

Anyway, anyway, what do you guys think about the contract? First off I'll get gift donations which is cool, I'm always looking at other stories being like damn I want a balloon from my readers too. But the profits you get is apparently 50:50 with the website. Which I mean, I sort of get since they'll help advertise etc.

Same with privilege ah. 50:50. Also premium chapters I may not get any cash at all since apparently it depends whether the coins are bought with real money? (And I know I don't do that personally. I grind out my daily free chapter tickets like a cheapskate lol).

However they do promise more exposure and will even offer to translate the story into different languages which sounds really good.  I'm a slut for praise. And international praise sounds reaaaal nice. And even though I love the donations you guys are giving me... I love the idea of forcing you to pay mor- lol jokes I'm kidding. But it would be nice to generate a bit more stable cash flow and as someone who wants to write more on the future (guys I'm at the point of my life where I just graduated and am looking for jobs that I don't even like and not qualified for anyway and it's terrifying) it may be good for me ah. It'll at least get me a foot in the door and such. 

I'm gonna go ask them some further questions now about this in a day or twos time? I can't think up many questions (what they expect for weekly chapters etc?) but if you think I should ask something just paragraph comment here. Even though I feel quite flattered I don't like jumping in blind- which I always do tbh and it never ends up well lol.

Also tell me your opinions ah! I wrote this to ask you readers and veteran Webnovel users to help me (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ 
Should I consider the contract or should I just keep to my kofi? Ugh I'm also such a lazy caterpillar can I even keep up with the contract's demands? Would having a contracted story look good if I want to pursue professional writing possibly? 
I tried looking at the forum but there was all sorts of things and I still don't know what's up. QAQ I'm no good at long term thinking.

Jia Hyson finds he has hit the jackpot after he dies. 

He's got a system! He's a transmigrator! So cool! 

System: "Please help us fix the plot." 

Jia Hyson: "Of course!" 

System: "Firstly there are too many love interests." 

Jia Hyson: "Okay." 

System: "The main character is too annoying." 

Jia Hyson: "Um." 

System: "Needs more world building." 

Jia Hyson: "..."  

Oi, is he fixing the plot or is he rewriting the whole damn thing?!

(This is bl/yaoi/danmei btw)

------ Why I love the horror genre-----
Ok so first of all my history with the genre. I first started reading horror literature really late. Before I would almost only read Fantasy and Si-Fi. But around the age of 18 I bought my first horror book, the first part of Lovecraft's Cthulhu Chronicles. I liked the author so much, that I bought all of his stories. After I read a big part of them, I would go on over Stephen King to Edgar Allen Poe. I read a decent amount till today. Some might ask but how come you only discovered it so late? Didn't you watch horror movies? And yes I did, but they never seemed to be that interesting to me. I couldn't let my imagination run wild, because an image was already in front of my eyes. On the other hand with book I can let my imagination run wild and make myself a way scarier image than others could ever do. 

So now let me answer the question, as to why I was growing so addicted to them? One of the points is, as above mentioned, that I can let my imagination make feel the most absurd. I like the feeling of this special absurdity because it makes me think with the absolute remote corners of my mind. 
Another point is that I seldom feel fear. When I'm confronted with a extremely stressful situation, I don't start to become hectic or fearful and neither distressed. Rather I become really calm and collected. 


-----What is fear-----
This is a question I asked myself a lot of times. And at the moment I am at the conclusion, that there are 3 types of fear; Physical fear, Social fear and the fear of the unknown. Every fear is composed, with at least one of those three types. The fear of the fear of heights -> Physical fear + the fear of the unknown; the fear of being getting dumped -> Social fear; the fear of Serial killers -> Physical fear + Social fear + the fear of the unknown, to name some of the examples.

-----What is the opposite of fear?-----
Some might think the opposite of fear is courage. Others might say the opposite to fear is thoughtfulness or indifference. When in reality the opposite is an even mix of all those possible Options. And that is the reason why fear is such a complex emotion, because it is not only one feeling, but  mix of six at once.

Each chapter is independent, but each Volume has its own tale. The first Tale is about a Daemon, hungry for souls and a soul that struggles against him.


-Release rate: Im done with this website, im sorry to everybody hoping for new chapters. 

- new Cover made by: yaoyueyi (Thank you ^^)

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