Kim Se-Jun adalah robot pekerja yang mirip manusia. Orang-orang di pabrik memanggilnya HMD07, merupakan singkatan dari humanoid dengan angka seri sesuai urutan pembuatan. Ia diberitahu bahwa sebenarnya para HMD memiliki nama dan keluarga, termasuk dirinya. Robot seri terakhir itu pun setuju untuk menyelinap keluar dari pabrik demi mencari keluarga yang dimaksud.

Sayangnya sebuah ledakan terjadi di lumbung padi, tempat mereka bersembunyi. Ke tujuh humanoid mengalami rusak parah, hanya Se-Jun yang selamat dari ledakan besar tersebut. Muncul rasa benci dalam diri Se-Jun, ia bertekad untuk mencari siapa yang telah meledakan lumbung sehingga menewaskan rekan-rekannya.

Sampai takdir mempertemukannya dengan seorang aktris sekaligus idol bernama Jung Se-Rin, dan terlibat kontrak kerja sebagai bodyguard-nya.


Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who's the BADDEST of them all?

The SSG President of the Academy Vs. The Basketball Captain of E-State University. Who do you think will win?

Let's Play A Game
Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the next player of them all?

A Bollywood actor, Shekhar, had put on many costumes and characters to become the most reputed actors. He has given his heart and sole to become the character and he takes on the personality of each of his characters. But he soon faces his own personality on the mirror, and the thought of seeing himself as yet another character is leading him towards his downfall in his acting career.

Endorra Ambrose, a 17 years old lady found an empty mirror frame and few pieces of the glasses scattered around. 

Without knowing that the mirror leads to a different world.



(Author's note: this is a collaboration with my daughter who happens to be a writer too.)

"Dianne walks into the room...it seems like it hasn't been opened for a long time. Cobwebs hang from the walls and a musty smell lingers about. There in the other corner of the room, a tall, dusty mirror leans against the wall..."
When Dianne finds a hidden room in the basement of her house, she discovers a mirror with a terrible secret. Will Dianne be able to escape the mirror's evil whispers?

The next day, at a cafe located on the ground floor of an office building owned by the Widjaya Family. The cafe was seen full of employees who were taking their lunch break.
 
A young woman is sitting alone at a table by the window. Her slender fingers tapped the surface of the table as if to express her irritation. Lilia looks striking with sunglasses, a T-shirt, and denim pants that look casual. He watches the cafe door while drinking a glass of caramel macchiato.
 
Fifteen minutes had passed after their agreed meeting time, but Jean didn't show up either. Lilia frowned. Was that guy just playing with her ?!
 
While Lilia is grumbling about Jean, a man enters the cafe. The scrawny man was wearing a gray coat and glasses with a gold rim.
 
"Mr. Kenny!" The employees who were enjoying their coffee immediately greeted the man with great respect.
 
But Lilia only glanced at the man named Kenny for a moment before looking back at her cellphone. She considered calling Jean one more time, but the voice of a soft, polite man interrupted her thoughts.
 
"Excuse me, are you Miss Lilia?"
 
Lilia looked up and saw Kenny standing in front of her. Lilia nodded, "That's right, on my own. Do you have business with me? "
 
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Kenny Sadana, President Jean's assistant. He asked me to take you to his office upstairs. You can wait there until the meeting is over. " Kenny explained with a friendly smile. He was the exact opposite of his proud boss.
 
"OK." Lilia nodded and took off her sunglasses. "Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Kenny."
 
"No, no, it's not that troublesome. You can just call me Kenny. " Kenny said with a friendly smile.
 
Kenny escorted Lilia to Jean's office. The extremely cold air immediately greeted Lilia the moment she stepped into the room. Is the AC here broken? This room is too cold!
 
In just a few seconds Lilia started rubbing her hands together to keep them warm. The thin T-shirt she wore couldn't handle the cold.
 
But Kenny acted as if there was nothing wrong with this situation. After making sure Lilia was comfortably seated on the sofa, Kenny put a glass of water on the table. "Miss Lilia, please wait here. The meeting President Jean is participating in will be over soon. "
 
"Thank you." Lilia nodded. "Um ... the air conditioner in this room is too cold, can the temperature be increased?"
 
"We're sorry, but President Jean forbids us from touching anything in this room." Kenny politely refused his request.
 
Lilia can only nod in resignation. Kenny said goodbye before leaving the room. After a while, Lilia became bored and began to pay attention to the contents of the office.
 
The furniture in this room is made of solid wood and looks expensive. A large glass window on one side of the room made it easier for sunlight to enter, but at this point, the curtains were tightly closed. A large shelf filled with foreign language books covered the left wall. Overall, this office looks practical but elegant.
 
Lilia's gaze fell on Jean's desk. The surface of the table was covered by a neat pile of documents. A photo frame among the pile caught Lilia's attention.
 
Lilia couldn't imagine an arrogant man like Jean decorating her desk in photo frames. The frame is sky blue and looks childish. His curiosity emerged. Lilia turned towards the door and strained her ears. In this silent room, only the hum of the air conditioner could be heard. After confirming that the situation was safe, Lilia stood up and approached the table.
 
Three steps ... two steps ... one step ...
 
Lilia stopped in front of Jean's table and reached out to the simple-looking frame. Her slender fingers reached for the frame. He flipped the frame to see the photo inside.
 
"Eh?" For a moment, Lilia couldn't believe her eyes.
 
A young woman smiling gracefully looked back at him from the photo. The woman was wearing a dress that had become popular several years ago and was walking on the fashion show stage. The woman's face looked familiar — because it was the face Lilia always saw whenever she looked in the mirror. In other words, it was a photo of Lilia herself!
 
Before Lilia's mind could digest this fact, the office door swung open. Lilia jumped up and turned towards the door, causing her black hair to flick to the side like an open curtain.
 
The owner of the room walked in, draped his black coat over his arm. Jean was unbuttoning the top of his white shirt when he saw Lilia.
 
The two of them looked equally surprised.
 
Then Jean's gaze fell on the frame still in Lilia's hand and her eyes turned sharp.
 
Lilia gripped the frame tighter as she asked in a cold tone, "Why did you save my photo?"

My dream will come true! Soon I will be arriving in Italy and appearing at the Milan Fashion Show! My photos will be published in all fashion magazines around the world!

In the end, all my sacrifices and hard work will not be in vain!

But why my dream become a nightmare!? Daddy suddenly invited me to meet a young CEO who was really arrogant. He said, for the sake of my family's business, I will become his future wife of the young CEO!

I don't want to marry him! I don't even know, and don’t love him, but now I have to sacrifice my dream to become his housewife!?

What about my dream? Are my efforts and sacrifices in vain? What does the world's most arrogant CEO want? Does he think money can buy love?

Three women whom I don't recognize enter the room and walk to a door on the left of the room. My master stands and and without even sparing me a glance, he gets up from his seat on the sofa. His long legs carry him through the door in no time and it closes behind him as if he hadn't just made my whole world tremble only moments before. 

What is this? Why do I have such a feeling of loneliness now? An hour ago, I wanted to be left alone and now, I feel almost solemn. It doesn't make sense to me. The door I had previously entered the room through clicks open and thankfully, three familiar faces appear. 

"Elise...", I call to her, my voice cracking. 

Coming to stand in front of me, she wraps a robe around me and pulls my shoulders up to stand. "I know, Euroah. Let's go take a bath. You'll feel much better.", she says to comfort me. I nod my head and she leads me through the door, never letting go of my shoulders. 

Outside the door, Benny is standing like a statue. Anna and the other woman I haven't formally met yet lead the way and Benny follows us down the hall to another door. Anna pushes it open and steps inside, followed by the other lady in blue and then Elise nudges me forward with a squeeze of my shoulder. The two of us walk in and Benny pulls the door closed behind us, remaining outside once again. 

The large room is so white it's almost blinding. A bed bigger than any bed I've ever seen hugs a wall on the right. It's frame is made of gold. White linen curtains hang from its bars above. The duvet, sheets, and pillows are all white as well, minus one pillow with intricate gold embroidery stitched onto it . A white fur rug lays underneath and protrudes from the foot of the bed and a gold bench with white cushions sits atop it. 

Next to the bed, there is a white nightstand on either side, one holding a clock, the other, some kind of beautiful vase with a nozzle at the top blowing out steam. It's a bit like a tea pot, only it smells of lavender. Further to the right is a white dressing table with a large round mirror encased in gold. Three gold knobs embellish the three little drawers and under the table sits a cushion topped stool that matches the bench at the end of the bed. 

On top of the dressing table is a tray boasting some very expensive looking bottles made of frosted glass. They're marked with white and gold labels that I dare not take the time to read at the moment while there's so much more to explore. The tray also holds little glass dishes filled with cotton swabs and puffs. 

I turn my head to inspect the space on the left of the room. There's a small shelf with some books, a lamp, and a comfy looking white leather armchair with golden feet. Another round fur rug sits tucked just under the feet of the chair. On one side of that is a writing desk with a chair and what seems like a smaller version of my master's television. 

Roughly four feet after the door on the left of the room, another wall intersects it and closes off the large open space but a beautiful arch opens it right back up in the center. Through the arch, I can see windows that reach all the way from the floor up to the ceiling and a sofa facing the wall on the left but I can't see anything else past that without going through the it. 

"What kind of room are we in now?", I ask Elise. 

"This is your quarters for the time being." 

"Mine?", I exclaim in disbelief. I'm a slave! How is this my room? 

"That's right. Mr. Velucia had it prepared for you while you were playing sleeping beauty on us."

"Is your room like this?"

She clicks her tongue and lightly slaps my shoulder. "Of course not! We're servants. Those of us with families live in their own houses. Those of us who choose to live in the manor stay downstairs in the servants quarters. We each have our own room to sleep in but we share restrooms and common areas. It's nothing like this."

"I see.", I lie. I still don't understand it but I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable by continuing to question her about what makes us different. Changing the subject a bit, I ask her "But why aren't there any colors?"

"That, I can't answer. Mr. Velucia asked for everything here to remain white with the exception of any metal being gold. I'm sure the designer didn't have it easy but he always works his magic somehow."

"That's a strange request."

"It is. He also requested that we get you ready for bed! Let's go, missy!", she says and Anna opens the door on the left.

This room is the same color scheme of white with gold embellishments but instead of wood floors, it's all polished stone. In the center of the room lies a large marble tub with four pillars surrounding it. White sheets hang from the ceiling between each pair of pillars and four sets of stone steps lie in between them climbing up the tub. It seems more like a swimming pool than a tub but it's clearly made for bathing. 

Delicate looking soaps and bottles line the edge of one side, next to the faucet. A basket of purple flower petals sits on the opposite side of them. This is just so much to take in. Am I in a home or an ancient palace from a different land. Along the left side of the wall are cabinets with a gold sink and above them, mirror going from one end to the other. 

Golden fixtures compliment the white and gold filigree wallpaper. Past the cabinets there is a door and a small arch leading to some kind of dressing room but before I can get a good look at it, Elise gives my arm a tug. 

"Bath time!"









In the middle of the night, young Euroah Minari’s life changes forever. A dark twist of fate occurs and she finds herself captured and sold off to the highest bidder. Now a slave living in a whole new world of advanced technology, she must learn to cope with her new reality, make new friends, and learn how to please her master. 

Zion Velucia is a 29 year old business man. At a young age, he inherited the massive family fortune and became the CEO of the largest technology company in the kingdom of Symphonia. An empty hearted man who trusts no one. He’s lived his entire life knowing that everyone around him is after something and wants to use him for their own benefit. 

But when he sees an innocent girl on the auction block, she brings back pieces of his past that he’s hidden away for so many years. Can Euroah bring out a side to him he thought he’d driven out? Or will his being accustomed to getting exactly what he wants stand in the way of obtaining what his soul truly craves? 

You can't escape destiny!

This novel is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. It contains very descriptive scenes of sex, fantasies, and other adult themes and topics. Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter 3: Breakfast.


Rays of sunlight fell down from the tiny cracks in the ceiling of their wooden cabin and painted daylight upon Kalon's face. He opened his eyes to see the same old familiar sight of his bedroom. 


It was kept simple since he didn't have enough money to decorate anything. In one corner of the room was an old wooden wardrobe with rusted hinges that creaked every time that he opened it. That was where he kept both his clothes and most valuable possessions. 


In the other corner was a damaged wooden bed with a mattress made up of stacking sheets up on top of each other.  Occasionally the chipped wood from the bed frame would give him splinters in his sleep so he made sure to wrap the sheets around the wood to reduce the number of wood chips trying to impale him.


And then lastly in the centre of the room, there was a white painted dressing table with a cracked mirror standing on two supports and facing his bed. It used to be his mothers when she lived in the palace with his father. It was one of the only things that had lasted so long since they had been kicked out.


Michaela made an effort to destroy everything that Dorian had given to her after banishing them to spite him, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to destroy it so she gave it to her son that she detested instead. 


Kalon didn't mind. Every time he woke up to see the dressing table he would long to see the day where she smiled once again. He set his mind to make her proud of him and that is what he planned on doing. But there was no way she could ever be proud of him if he skipped out on making breakfast right?


He got out of bed with a cool breeze beneath his feet as the wind blew up through the holes in the structure, and then felt his hair drop down from the top of his head before resting on the back of his neck and obstructing his vision. He brushed it out of his eyes with one hand and then walked over to his mothers dressing table before picking up a small silk ribbon and using it to tie his hair into a loose ponytail. 


He looked at himself in the mirror for a few moments, Scars covered his body like the design of a tattoo. He flinched upon sight of his body and then picked up his tattered white shirt from the chair in front of the dressing table, which he had slumped over the back of it before heading to bed the night before. 


After putting on his shirt he put on what would have been black slim-fitting pants if not for his small body. He used a piece of rope as a belt to hold them in place and stop them from falling down and then put on his brown leather boots. 


After getting ready for the day he opened the door of his bedroom quietly so as not to wake his mother but to his surprise she was already sitting at the kitchen table and looking out of the window as usual. She didn't even glance behind her to wish him a good morning. Instead, she sat still and silent.


"Good morning mom," Kalon said quietly with a smile. His smile was one of pure innocence and was sure to melt the heart of anyone who saw it if not for the fact he lived in an empire full of monsters where the only hearts that melted were during a brutal fight or inside a torture chamber.


It wasn't a place for a child to grow up but Kalon didn't know any better. This was the only life he had seen and it became normal to him. After greeting his mother and gaining no response in return he left the house swiftly and walked out to the chicken coupe. 


"Have you laid any eggs this morning Rosaline?" Kalon asked the small white chicken that sat upon a perch within the wire cage.


He opened the door to the coupe and then stuck his hand inside the wooden hut that the rest of the chickens were in, and moved his hand back and forth, blindly searching for eggs with his hands.


"There we go. One, two and three." Kalon smiled as he pulled out three eggs and then closed the gate behind him. 


"Keep up the good work!" He shouted back to the chickens with a smile on his face. This was going to be a good day for sure. Three eggs in the morning was practically a feast for Kalon and his mom.


Sometimes they would have to eat spoiled vegetables just to get by for the day. But he would have a nice start to his morning for sure. He marched happily back to the wooden cabin and lit a flame with a match and tossed it into the pile of wood that sat in the fireplace. 


"Look, mom, we're eating well this morning. Breakfast won't be long." He assured her and then took a metal plate and a wooden stick he used as a handle for the plate to form a makeshift frying pan. He broke the eggs onto the plate and removed the shells before stirring it around the plate and putting it directly over the flames to make an omelette.


The results were just as good as if he used an actual frying pan. As the eggs finished cooking he portioned the omelette the way that he always would. His mother would get three-quarters of it and he would get a single quarter for himself. He wanted to make sure that she didn't starve to death despite the lack of care that she showed to him.


He ate his portion of breakfast with his hands before putting the rest on a plate and leaving it on the table before going back outside. Michaela never once ate Kalon's cooking in front of him but if he left it for her and then went outside the plate would always be empty by the time he got back. 


As he had finished with everything he had to do for the morning he took a few minutes to walk around the perimeter of the clearing in the trees by his house to make sure that no wild animals had come into the area looking for food. He barely had enough to feed himself with. The last thing that he and his mother needed were foxes breaking in and killing their chickens again. 


He walked the whole perimeter and the only sign of wild animals he came across were the birds chirping up in the trees. He could rest easy and head to the barracks to retrieve his daily swordsmanship training. 


Although he was just a human and was also kicked out of the palace. Dorian refused to have a weak son and insisted on Kalon learning how to fight to join the army when he became of age to go to war. It didn't matter if he actually became strong. It would also work in his favour if his son died in battle and became a martyr to everyone who lived within the Sylton Empire


It would be a great way of inspiring people to fight in this pointless chaos. If a prince could go to battle and lay down his life to protect the commoners back at home then people were bound to stand up and join the fight and not let his sacrifice go in vain. 


But Kalon didn't question his father's intentions even once. He knew that he didn't want to be part of his life but he assumed the reason for the swordsmanship lessons were so he didn't have to be embarrassed by having a weak son. But that was to be expected by forcing him to grow up surrounded by monsters.


Kalon accepted that this was his fate and went about his way, losing himself in thought before ending up outside the main gate of the barracks. 


A large stone wall stood at over six meters tall and the gate was a single sheet of iron that would drop down from above to keep intruders out. As he approached the gate he looked up at the guard that stood upon the wall before seeing a large muscular man with gnashing teeth and fur sticking out from underneath his clothes.


"Mr Bearman! Good morning." He shouted up to the guard that was in charge of opening and closing the gates. 


Despite the monstrous appearance of the man he looked down with a gentle expression as a smile formed out of the pointed teeth that stuck out from under his lips.


"Ah, Little Kal. Good morning to you too. Are you here for training again?" Mr Bearman asked Kalon who waved back as a reply to his smile.


"Yeah, Master Ranwald told me to come a little later today. He said he had some things to do." Kalon smiled as Mr Bearman began to pull on a rope which lifted up the large sheet of iron they used as a gate. Again showing the strength difference between humans and a member of a monster race.


"Then head on in. I wouldn't want to be late for a lesson with Master Ranwald." Mr Bearman shouted down as he lifted the gate all the way to the top to let Kalon through.


"Thank you, Mr Bearman, I will go and see him right away," Kalon shouted before walking through the now open gate. As soon as he stepped past the wall, a gust of wind hit his back with so much force it almost knocked him off his feet as the gate fell back down and impacted the ground with a boom.


"Scary, That would have killed me if I was standing under it," Kalon said to himself as he turned to look at the impression of the gate left in the mud.

War struck the whole continent as the emperor of a nation filled with hungry beasts vowed to destroy humanity.

It seemed as though there wasn’t an end in sight to the mindless violence between the two nations until a group of people stood out from the rest of the humans to bring the constant fighting to a standstill.

The humans praised them for their efforts, and the beasts hated them for interfering in their war. Yet, there was nothing any of them could do to go against the power that they held.

Kalon Talvos was the illegitimate prince of an empire which was known for its strength and vicious brutality. Yet, he didn’t have a shred of that within him. At least on the surface.

The young prince lived his life without hatred and was oblivious to the dark forces moving behind his back until an encounter with a strange man changed his life forever. 

“There isn’t much time left. Trust in only yourself. Only you know the truth. Now reach out and bring this all to an end.”

“But what if I can’t? It hurts too much!”

“Then let me take over for a while. I can take the pain away.”

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