Just as Jemima was about to open her mouth to ask what a Noble was and what it had to do with the King, the wooden door to the room swung open with a loud bang. Three heavily armoured men filed into the room, their presence intimidating and commanding, swords swinging back and forth.

Quietly, under his breath, Oscar growled, "Knights."

Jemima had no idea what he meant by that, but there was no time to ask. She fell still, watching the three men as the largest eyed her suspiciously.

He stalked forward, and in a steely voice, announced, "Noble Greyleaf, I trust that you are in good health after your quite unfortunate accident. The King requires you to return to training." 

He paused, and threw a disgusted look at Oscar, who was sitting with his head bowed, silent, his silvery-blond hair falling over his face, the book trembling slightly in his large, pale hands.

"As for you, Commoner Darkland," the man spat 'Commoner' like it was an insult, eyes dark with hate, "You may be dismissed." 

Jemima watched as Oscar closed the book and placed it lightly on the chair, straightened, clenched his fists and walked out the door, his whole body rigid with tension. The door clicked closed softly behind him, and Jemima felt a pang of pity for him. 

The Knight turned back to Jemima, sitting in the bed with her eyes bright and curious, and continued speaking like nothing had happened. 

"If I am honest, Noble, I do not know what you see in that Commoner. He is nothing but a worthless orphan, left on the streets to fade away. Nothing more, nothing less. But you treat him like an equal- you let him treat you like you two are equal-" 

Jemima raised a hand. This man got on her nerves, with all his talk about being equal, and she was determined to tell him that. Jemima had never been one to hide her opinions, and from what she had seen, Oscar was nothing but a loyal, and devoted friend. Even though she knew nothing about the hierarchy of this strange world, she assumed that Nobles were above Knights.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth to speak. Jemima didn't know where she got the words from, but they flowed swiftly out of her when she barely understood what they meant herself.

"Knight, that is enough. I am allowed to befriend whomever I like, whether it is a fellow Noble, or a 'lowly Commoner' as you call them. Are you questioning your higher up's choices? Because this is how I see it." Jemima flashed a glare at the Knight, who had gone quite still.

"Noble I- I meant no disrespect, forgive me!" The Knight bowed deeply, fear obvious in his stiff stance.

"It does not matter what you meant. Do you have anything else to tell me or was the only thing you came to say was to judge who I make friends with?" Jemima inquired in a icy cold voice, eyeing him.

The man straightened quickly and fumbled with a piece of paper, and opened it with a small tearing sound.

"Ahem. The King and Council require your presence at the meeting today, late afternoon, once you have finished training, for a meeting of the King's Council."

Jemima nodded her acknowledgement. "Alright. If that is all, you may be dismissed."

The three men bowed and turned to exit. As they opened the door, Jemima's voice sounded out again.

"Knight. One more thing."

"Yes, Noble?" The leader asked, turning back around to face her respectfully.

"If you see Commoner Darkland, send him back to my room." She commanded.

"Understood."

The moment the men left the room, Jemima let out a long breath. That didn't go as bad as she had feared. Alone in the room, she looked around and took in her surroundings again.

It was quite plain, four grey walls covered in draping and tapestries. The door was on the left side of the bed, and windows framed in floor length, blood red curtains to the right. Against the left wall, near the door, was a plush red and gold sofa, and in the right corner of the wall opposite the bed was an intricately designed door that Jemima thought probably led to the toilet and bathroom. A gold framed mirror hung above a desk on the same wall, next to a crackling, cheerful fire, with wood to top it up sitting on a small rack next to the desk.

Quietly, carefully, Jemima slipped out of the bed and placed her bare feet on the plush white carpet. Not used to the extra weight her new male body had, she stumbled slightly, feet tripping over each other, then quickly regained her balance. The carpet's warm threads, warmed by the fire, swallowed her feet with each step as she padded slowly over to the mirror. Jemima inspected the reflection in the mirror staring back at her.

A handsome male face stared back at her, with bright green, sparkling, playful eyes, short, sandy brown hair and light olive toned skin, a small earring hanging from his left ear, clothed in a loose white shirt and nothing more. Jemima stared for another moment, then reached a finger out and up to touch the mirror ever so lightly. 

"So it's real...I'm not dreaming-" she murmured, half to herself. Hearing her voice sound softly through the room, made it all seem more real. 

"Of course it's real." A cocky voice broke through Jemima's reverie, and she spun around towards the door, surprised. "Did you really think you imagined it all?"

There stood Oscar, leaning against the door with his arms crossed, all the fear and timidity from before gone, his eyes burning silver. A smile as wide as the devil's lit his face up at he met her gaze.

"C'mon, there's no reason to looked so surprised. Let me take you on a tour of the castle!" Oscar laughed.

What would you do, if one day, you woke up in an entire different world, in an entire different body, with a corrupt King who is tearing his kingdom apart?

1 month later
reaching forward, a dark mirror apeared within my grasp, and than i flicked it out of my hand...  it began to spin in the air... and than began to circle around in front of me....
[ Mirror of Desire, Reflect my will... ]
i spoke ever so slowly....
and immeadiatly after the last word was finished.... a mirror reflected all the continents under my reign.... and soon after a portal for each ruler appeared,
and they began to step through it... the leader of the ebon blade and Northrend, one of my first and most powerful creations, stepped through the portal, slowly... and his cold blue eyes... wielding shadowmourne in his hand....
souls swirled around him and his blade... and he was followed by two ebon blade knights.....
he was the leader of the northern borders of my realm.
"My god..." his voice cold and frosty.... but filled with a sense of vague inner warmth... warmth for his creator perhaps? his god? his belief?
"please sit, arthas." a throne like the one in icecrown, formed at my will... it was completely covered in snow, and frost, along along with skulls... the bones of a dragon...
"by your will..." he got up from his kneeling position, and sat down upon the made throne by his god... melting his icy heart... for but a moment....
the two knights stood at his side...
holding their rune blades in a ceremonial position...
slowly another entity stepped through the portal... it was a dragonid... with black scales across his forelegs and forearms.... he wore a simple black kimono, across his body.... his white skin, was a creamy white..... while his eyes were red.... his hair red hair went down his back tied up in a pony tail.... with two large horns extending out from his temples, completely black in colour like ram horns....
this was Hains....equal in power to Arthas.
"Hains...."
he kneeled down on knee... and arched his back, with his fist to the ground... 
"my god."

than again with my will... a black obisidian throne was created on one side, opisite arthas...
soon 6 figures began to appear through one of the portals...  clad in dark gothic gowns, or tuxedos.... 
"council."
"my god." x6
than small, thrones appeared....
and finally Julius appeared with Five pairs of black wings upon his back.... he wore a drapped roman gown across his body.... he was perfect in appearance, with long straight hair.... and baangs framed his face, his eyes were compeletely black, like endless pools.... 
"julius...."
he slowly flapped his wings, creating a massive gust in the throne room, tinged with a dark aura, the wind turned a mild black....
no one was phased in the room, everyone had their kinks, even if they were created by a god....
he kneeled down placing his hand where  his heart is... and kneeled down before me.... 
i created a throne for him, as well, witch i gestured for him to go and sit, and he did so, without hesistration....
"how are my orders being handled?"
it was arthas who answered first... 
"Northrend, has been handled... stray demons that were leaderless have been brought under me.... shown... the power of their king. and their god!"

Following a chuuni otaku with a large disregard of human life, who gets reincarnated with 5 wishe

[God has spoken.]
What was this? What was happening?
[Your world will be tested.]
Where was this voice coming from? God? What does it mean by God?
[Survive. Live. Thrive. So deems your God.]
Silence. And then screams.

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He woke up to darkness.
Survive. Live. Thrive. The words kept pounding in his head, inducing echoes of pain that would likely lead to a headache later on. 
He groaned, annoyed at his disrupted sleep. The sheets were soft beneath him and the covers a warmth that pleasantly protected him from the room's chill. 
He rose up on the bed, yawning lazily as he tried to remember where he was. It was too dark to see anything beyond the dim movements of his own body, so he pushed the covers, feet reaching for the floor. The moment he felt cold marble, lights shone around the room, blinding him. Eyes blinking, he tried to make his surroundings in-between white spots. 
A large bed with heavy green pillows and covers. A windowless room with marble flooring and beige walls. A comfortable sofa, two cozy couches and a small table in their midst. It was a very nice room. Wooden draws with odd, elegant engravings. Fur carpets in bright greens and dark blues. Silver frame for the mirror. Dark gold for the paintings. 
A really, really nice room. He didn't recognize any of it.
Where was he? How did he come here? Why wasn't he back in… back in--
Back in where? Where was he before this? 
He came up with a blank. He couldn't remember. What was he doing yesterday? What was outside this room? What did other people look like? 
Blank. Blank. Blank.
What did he look like?
In a panic, he ran toward the tall silver-framed mirror. A young man in his late teens or early twenties greeted him. A man with black skin and long white hair. Someone built lean and athletic, with handsome features. Someone in a well-worn grey nightgown and loose pants. 
He touched his face. Who was this?
"I…�� he started and abruptly stopped. Was that what he sounded like?
He couldn't remember. Blank. Blank. Blank.
He stepped back from the mirror, hating the stranger in its reflection.
There had to be something he could remember. There had to be.
His family? His name? His memories? Anything at all?
He fell to the carpeted floor, defeated.
Blank. Blank. Blank. No memories. No family. No name. 
There was nothing. Just empty space where his memories should have been.
He rubbed his temples. The headache returned with a vengeance.
A semi-transparent screen popped up in front of him. 
Surprised, he stared at the illusory rectangle with writing on it.
Weird squiggles and lines on a neat font. He didn't recognize the symbols. He couldn't read the writing. 
He laughed, self-deprecating. He received a magical alarm, and he couldn't even read it! Could he read at all?
A sudden thought came to mind. He could speak! He had spoken before.
"I can speak," he slowly annunciated. The motions familiar on his tongue. The sounds foreign to his ears. What language was that? The only reason he even knew what he had said was because he knew what he was about to say.
"I can speak," he repeated and the misery returned tenfold. He had no idea what syllables he had pronounced, what accent he had spoken, or even in how many words the form of his intentioned meaning was. He had said sounds. They were meant to make sense. He didn't know how. 
You weren't supposed to have this level of disconnection between speaking and thought. He knew that. How did he know that?
How did he know anything?
He sat there for a long time trying to understand what was happening to him. No answers came. His headache grew and screens appeared twice more before he decided to explore the outside.
He opened the heavy, wooden doors, finding them surprisingly light. What greeted him was a large hall. The space alone easily eclipsed his room, with granite walls and stone floors. Tall, majestic columns held an even more majestic ceiling far above him.
The place was strangely empty; the only furniture being a small throne-like chair, chiseled from grey stone. The bedroom was placed closer to the throne and as he closed the door behind him, he noticed that it faded in the background as if part of the walls.
A hidden door?
He sat on the chair, a bit weirded out as it faced opposite the tall metallic gates at the other end. If the spacious hall was majestic, then the gates were plain intimidating. They were easily the most luxurious thing in the room, with bejeweled ornaments and elegant incisions of silver and white gold.
A small shiver of cold as something hard and metallic formed in his hand. A simple knife with a dark wooden handle had appeared in his hands. He stared at it. So, objects could appear out of thin air too?
Noises came beyond the hall. He strained his ears to hear them. The sound of heavy steps and intelligible voices rested just beyond the gates.
He stared at the knife that had appeared with such a coincidental timing.
Multiple screens popped up in front of him. He ignored them in favor of covering his ears as the sound of screeching metal against stone made way across the hall. The gates were slowly being pushed open to reveal three humanoid figures dressed in leather and metal. 
A new screen popped up before him. With no time to think about why, his breath shattered as he recognized one of the words.
[... Survive ...]

The world used to be normal. The poor worked, tired, and slept. The rich laughed, drank, and slept. Whether you were a farmer, a warrior, or a mage, you knew your place in the world. You knew how to survive day by day as nations waged war and droughts destroyed crops. You kept your head down and prayed. Or you stood up and had your head cut down.
Until one day, God spoke.

[Your world will be tested.]

Towers rose from the depths of the earth, tall enough to pierce the skies.
100 floors. A single trial.
Power, fame, glory. All at your fingertips.
Monsters raged against villages. Storms descended upon cities.
The world changed. Life for many worsened.
But you had a chance. 100 floors. A single trial.
A chance to change everything.
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On long-term hiatus. This was just an idea that wouldn't leave alone, and I can see myself continuing it sometime in the far future but not right now, dear readers.

Chapter Two:
Who is that girl staring back at me?

~*~

Lyma woke up on a queen sized white bed in a dimly-lit room. Only small wall-mounted lamps and the light from the big window beside the bed illuminates the room. It is already deep into the night which means that Lyma have slept through-out the afternoon and early evening missing her dinner.
Lyma sat up and look around. It's dimly-lit but still you can see most of the parts of the room. She moves towards the left side edge of the bed and stood up. The room is divided into two sections. The first part is where Lyma is, the bed chamber, it has the queen sized bed on the center and two large windows on the sides. There is a single door on the right side wall and a small coffee table and divan on the left side. Facing the bed chamber is the second part which is separated by a thin white veil that overlaps in the center. She walked towards the veil. She was surprised that the two parts does not only is separated by the veil but a three-stepped stairs. Which makes the first part, bedchamber, elevated than the second part which is some kind of a small receiving area with an office table.
Lyma descended the steps and examine the place. From her point of view, on the left side wall is a double door which Lyma thought is the entrance to the room. And just three to four steps from the door is a small receiving area with two large and long navy blue sofa that faces each other and a gold-rimmed glass table between them. Then on the right side is a large brown wooden table that's like an office table of a president parallel to the door and behind it is a wall embedded bookshelf. On the wall facing her, behind the first sofa are a series of large glass door cabinets that holds different things such as stones and gems, colored liquid substance in multiple jars, and a couple of framed preserved-flowers. It's a like a collection. And Lyma thought for a moment if the book mentioned Pandora having a hobby of collecting stuff. 
'As far as I can remember, there was no mention of Pandora's hobby other than she enjoys going to the garden and taking care of the rose flower beds.'
Lyma walked towards the door and open it slightly. Peeking outside, she saw only a long hallway with a series of small wall-mounted lamps. On the left end of the hallway is a large window while on the right is corner wall. Lyma was about to close the door and return back inside when another door opened on the same side as hers near the corner wall.
"Your Highness?" A small voice came and Lyma suddenly recognized it. The girl is holding an oil-lit lamp on her right hand and is walking towards Lyma. "Do you need something, Your Highness?" She asked and Lyma can hear the grogginess in her voice. It seems like she just woke up or rather woken up. Then Lyma remembered something crucial whenever Pandora sneaks out to wander around the palace alone. Pandora never goes out her room's door. The King have hired someone to put on a spell on Pandora's door. Whenever the door will be opened, her personal attendant will be notified immediately. And Pandora's personal attendant's name is Lilian Grace Parindough in short Lily.
"I just…woken up."
"Then you must be famished. I shall inform the kitchen to prepare you something. Please do wait inside your room for now. We shall bring you your food as soon as possible."
Lyma wanted to argue that she is far from being hungry but Lily is already on her way down the hallway.
'That girl moves fast! I just blink and she's already a few steps away.'
So Lyma went back inside and sat on one of the sofa facing the bedchamber. She leaned on the backrest and stared nowhere in particular.
'What's really happening?'
Everything was serene and so thoughts flowed out of Lyma's mind. Thoughts that have been suppressed during the day. She thought back to the very start of everything.
'I can remember having the attack. The scrutinizing pain in my chest. The struggle to breathe.'
She can still vividly feel everything. It's as if there is a large screen in front of her that plays her life's last scene.
"I died." She whispered.
It was a lonely death. She was alone. There was no one who could have helped her. No one beside her.
'If I was not that lucky to survive the accident I would have died with them.'
Her mind wanders to that time. The time during the accident where leads to her being an orphan.

It was a fine chilly night. The sky is clear and stars together with the moon are brightly shinning. She's sitting at the back seat of their white sedan car and her mother and father are singing along with the familiar music from the car's stereo. It was the music that haunted her for several weeks after the accident. Lyma was holding her favorite toy, a white bunny, which she received on her ninth birthday. It was a medium sized stuffed toy which Lyma can hug from time to time. It wears a two piece clothing, a dark blue crop top and a golden yellow ball skirt, and a red ribbon on its head. She named it Snow. Lyma was busy playing with Snow when suddenly a bright blinding light made her looked up and the next thing she knew she was upside down and smoke is everywhere. It was hard for her to breath and her vision is hazy. She cannot see everything clearly, just a little bit, because of the beam of light ahead. She can see Snow below her, its white fur now covered with dark dust and flecks of blood. And because of the beam of light she cannot see her parents. She tried to call for them. She called for help. But no one answered her. And no one did even after.

A soft knock brought Lyma back and she just noticed the stream of tears on her face. She quickly wipe them using the back of her palms. Just then Lily entered the room with a food stroller.
"Dinner's here, Your Highness." She said and then placed the covered food on the table in front of Lyma. "We have prepared a light dinner since its already quiet late. I hope it is to your liking, Your Highness." She said as she opens the food covers. Then she adjusted the oil lamps inside the room, beside the one in the bedchamber, to its full capacity.
"I will be leaving. If there is something that you have in need of just ring the bell, Your Highness." She placed a gold bell on the table and then went out of the room.
She's alone again. Lyma stared at the food in front of her. In Lyma' point of view it's just a bunch of leaves and vegetables. She don't know what the food is called and how it taste exactly.
"I'm not really that hungry for some reason. But there's no hurt in eating something prepared just for you. Oh well!" Then she dive in.
It did not take Lyma long to finish everything. And much to her surprise it did taste amazing. She rang the bell and instantly the door creaks open. Lily went in and proceeded to clean the plates. Then she moved the food trolley outside.
"Is there anything that I can be of help, Your Highness?"
"Lily." Lyma wanted to confirm if she was in fact Lily.
"Yes, Your Highness?"
Lyma don't know if she's happy or not that the person in front of her is indeed Lily, Pandora's personal attendant.
"No. Nothing. You can leave now."
"Alright. I shall wake you up in the morning. I shall be leaving now." Lily bowed to her and went out.
'According to the novel Lily and Pandora have a close relationship. But I feel like it's different.'
Now in full light, Lyma can see in full the entirety of the room. The room is painted yellow and the pillars a dark shade of blue. The cabinets that made Lyma wondered a while ago is not just wooden but has this reddish color finish and gold rimmed on the edges of the glass doors. The chair behind the office table is colored red with gold designs on the header part and the handles. Overall the room's color theme is yellow-gold, blue and red. And somehow its Lyma's favorite color coordinates since these are the primary colors which is very common among clothes and things.
'Did I really went inside a book? How would that happened?' Lyma massaged her temples.
After a minute of cracking her brains for an answer for her confusions, Lyma once again took a look of the room and noticed the cabinets. Lyma neared one of the cabinets. The ones with the preserved flowers. Lyma can only identity a few of the flowers inside. Daisy, sunflowers and mostly roses. Other flowers that of color blue and violet are familiar but Lyma forgotten their names. There are also quite a few flowers in red and white that Lyma is not familiar with.
Then something caught her eye. Her reflection. It's not a clear reflection since it's a glass that she's facing but it reflective enough for Lyma to noticed something in particular.
'My eyes!'
Lyma blink a couple of times and tried to stare harder on her reflection. But nothing changed, she did not see wrong. Her eyes are different. Or should we say it's normal. She no longer have the same set of heterochromia eyes.
She quickly spun around. She looked around and tried to spot a single mirror. But there is none! The room does not have a mirror!
'This is impossible. Who would have a room without a single mirror in it? Maybe it's just somewhere not easily visible.'
She walked back inside the bedchamber and looked. She opened the bedside drawers.
'Even a compact mirror?!'
She's already reaching the peak of her frustration level when she noticed the door on side.
'What's that door for?'
She slowly walked towards the door and grabbed the handle. What greeted her is a small dimly-lit room with just a single oil lamp illuminating. The lamp is just beside the door frame and so Lyma reached for it to adjust the light. Then she found what she was looking for.
'There you are.'
She rushed towards the big wall mounted mirror only to stepped back three steps after.
"Who…?!"
Eyes wide, she gape at the reflection in the large mirror in front of her.
'Is that me?!'
She did not only have a different eyes but a whole different body! From head to toe, it's different. Originally, she have a long wavy hair but now she has longer black straight hair. The length almost touches her buttocks. Her eyebrows become broader and darker. And of course her eyes, they no longer are green and blue but hazel colored eyes. Her nose is thinner and sharper. Her lips, from having thin upper lip and full lower lip that is almost the shape of an apple to wider and heart shaped lips. Her face structure is also visibly different. Her jawline is more prominent. And the mole! The mole on her neck is no longer there. In replace are the moles on her lower right eye and her chin. Her skin is also paler than before.
"I look totally different." She breathe as she walk back to the front of the mirror. She stared at her reflection, mainly on the color of her eyes. It was her favorite part of her appearance. It's the only thing that reminds her of her parents that she can carry anywhere she goes. And now it was gone. Tears instantly stream down her face as she tries to let everything sink in.
"I'm no longer me. That girl on the mirror is not Lyma. I'm not her anymore. This place. This body. This appearance. They are all Pandora's. And right now she's me. I am her. I am Pandora."
Right after the words left her mouth. Something inside her somehow unlocked. Something was freed. And she felt that freedom. As if she was flew out to the sky.
Then light started to emit from the mirror. Right at the reflection's chest, where the heart is. The light grew stronger and instinctively she blocked it using her arms. Then she felt warm envelopes her. It's like the sun's rays are shinning on her, giving her warm. And the warmth made her relaxed to the point of sleepiness. Her eyelids become heavy. Then she fell to the floor in a thud.
The light from the mirror ceases and the room was back to how it has been. Just then, a mysterious silver came out from the mirror and made its way to Pandora's left ring finger. Knotting itself and disappear leaving a small shimmer of light.
The room's windows then opened and a light breeze entered her room. The door to the small room where Pandora was laying creaks open and the breeze went in and instantly coated Pandora's body, lifting her into the air and guided her body towards her bed. As if its task was already accomplished, the breeze exited the room through the windows. The windows then closes as if nothing happened.

'System Notification: Body Adjustment Measures in progress. Post Memory Removal in progress. Pre-Reincarnation World Data Modification in progress.'



Afterlife? Reincarnation?

What really happens after we die?

If there really is Reincarnation, then that's good right? But how do we reincarnate?

In some myths you'll cross a bridge. Of course in order to cross to the other side you'll use a bridge right?

And that bridge....is the World Reincarnation System.

--English is not my native language (i'm french)--
At first, Lee Yon was an ordinary employee, in just a few months she grew into an ordinary team leader - usually exploited by her company, hated and criticized by her interns, constantly stressed by them and always ready to work for others - . Over the years, she quickly realized that despite her efforts nothing would change: the company would remain the same whether it did or not. If she stopped she would be the only one in trouble and she couldn't afford it. Lee Yon was not poor but neither was she rich, she was in between; she earned enough so that as soon as she could send some money to her parents, pay her rent and sometimes have fun (a little cake, books ...). If we were to follow the stereotyped course but for the most part true of life, in a few years she would have to get married, have children while working and when their situation stabilizes, stop working to take care of them. Nonetheless, she didn't want that kind of life, she wanted one where she was free to do whatever she wanted.
"Why is life so unfair?"
Her life would become even more so a year later when she met Director Yang, the new head of her department. A thirty-something with multiple political contacts and jaded with life. He was immediately struck by the beauty of Lee Yon: her milky white skin, her large black eyes, her long onyx hair, her luscious red lips and especially her indifferent behavior towards him. He offered her many things but she always refused. So much so that after a while his excitement over his cold responses quickly gave way to frustration and annoyance. Without her noticing, he used her and he succeeded in staining his reputation forever. From "the cold boss" that she was, Lee Yon had become "the slut who sold her body to climb the ranks." But all this she did not notice until too late: and although aware of the situation at that time, she could not defend herself. Her recordings of Director Yang harassing her, her complaints, and all other evidence she presented were dismissed. Her world, although already very small, was crumbling.
A woman even if she is weak who harasses you with lawsuits and complaints becomes quickly disturbing when you have a public image to protect. Thus, director Yang, one afternoon at the end of working hours, carried out his plan.

♦♦♦

1st Detonation
The first bullet had fired into the air to lodge in Lee Yon's right leg as she tried to escape. The throbbing pain caused by it made her cry out. She barely hung up on the mirror of an empty car and glanced back, avoiding looking at her bloody leg. About fifteen - not - twenty men in black suits approached her, each one with an evil look on their faces. In this empty parking lot all alone, she had no chance of getting out.
- "If you get down on your knees and beg me, maybe I could take you as my mistress, who knows?"
Lee Yon remembered Headmaster Yang's mocking phrases as she clenched her teeth. The more she thought about it, the more her long-buried emotions took place on her sweaty face; anger, fear, shame, sadness. She did NOT want to DIE but especially not in this way. She stumbled up slightly and began to walk straight ahead. The support of her weight on her injured leg made her close her eyes, from them flowed large tears mixed with dried blood.
As fast as lightning, a violent noise reached her ears, she did not understand until too late what it was.
2nd Detonation
A bullet far more painful than the first, Lee Yon fell to the rocky ground in the parking lot, scratching her skin as she passed. Her left leg was now in the same condition as the right.
*Footsteps*
*Footsteps*
Headmaster Yang's subordinates were now only a few feet away from her as Lee Yon looked around looking for an escape, a person called ... but she saw nothing, no one. Her tears flowed even harder. Soon, she was able to hear what her pursuers were saying who had slowed their pace - it was true that a woman who could no longer use her legs and even if she crawled would not go very far -:
- "The boss said not to kill her. He didn't say anything else!"
- "It's true, and I saw that it's a real beauty!"
- "How are we going to organize ourselves? The chief before and the others ..."
- "What are you talking about there is not just one hole!"
-"You are right-
Lee Yon's eyes froze: they didn't just mean to kill her, he wanted to **** her too! Her death which she had earlier internally qualified as "despicable" would now be "dishonorable, disgusting and traumatic"! Lee Yon took a breath, her disgusted gaze planted in their directions. Her eyes immediately met those of the men in suits. One of them even waved to him.
"Disgusting." she thought
She took a deep breath, her eyes closed.
- "I'd rather die than become a sex slave for you, waste bunch."
Blood soon spilled into her mouth, her eyes fluttered for a short moment as they closed permanently. She had committed suicide by biting her tongue. (Author / Yes, it's possible!)

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When the next day, Lee Yon woke up to birdsong. She noticed right away that something was wrong. The parking lot was gone, no more bullies but she was now in a devilishly luxurious room; with large golden windows, a huge four-poster bed she was sitting on, typical western furniture brand new and above all looking extremely expensive, a silver telescope and even a wardrobe - which was the size of an average room - decorated with diamonds. No doubts, she was not at home! Her doubts were confirmed when she saw the long curly red hair that had taken the place of her black hair. Lee Yon grabbed the gold-framed mirror that rested on one of the nightstands that surrounded the bed. She let go of the mirror after seeing herself in it and sat back down on the bed with her eyes closed, her brow furrowed.
<Unreally soft milky white skin, large blue eyes protected by long azure lashes, long curly red hair, and full red lips.
<Tasha Bellion, the only princess of the empire of the same name.
<One of the most beautiful, not to say the most beautiful woman on the continent.
in the novel "Flower's love". A secondary character who has almost always had a rich and peaceful life. So what was the problem? Lee Yon -Tasha- sighed:
"Why did I have to reincarnate in the body of a cursed girl? And be the older sister of the male secondary character, a bloodthirsty punk!"

Lee Yon, promising young team leader.

When she woke up from her assassination attempt, she was no longer in her world, she was now in a world that was both familiar and foreign to her.

She had become the elder sister of the villain, the second masucline role in the novel "Flower's love": Tasha Bellion, the only princess of the empire of the same name.

A secondary character who "almost always" had a "rich" and peaceful life.

A pawn frequently used by the villain who "hardly" used it.


So what was the problem?


This girl has a curse that takes her word away and because of it people are treating her like crazy. MUTE AND DISRESPECTED

And she's the older sister of the evil emperor, a bloodthirsty punk! IN RISK OF DEATH AT ANY TIME


- "Hmm ... Can we survive?"




Author: - "Who knows?"

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   I groan against consciousness as crimson light flares across my eyelids. There is a sound I cannot place, though I find it soothing. I open my eyes and feel a jolt of fear as I realize...I have no idea where I am! Looking around, the walls of the room are marbled and elegant. The furniture appears antique. There are large round widows across from the bed; with stained glass panels on hinges that swing outward, they are open. Black velvet curtains drawn back. 
    Standing and crossing to the window; a warm, soft breeze washes over me. Light glints off water from a beach; waves lapping against the shore just yards away. The scene reminds me of a fairytale. The water is so blue and clear I can see the ocean floor. The sand white, with tiny specs of color. The sun is high in the sky yet. I shake myself, pulling my attention back to my main concern; nothing I am seeing tells me where I am or how I got here. 
      Turning I start scanning the room in more detail.  Ahead is the bed with its antique metal frame. It is outfitted in rich purple silk and large fluffy pillows. To my right is an ornately engraved metal door with a curved handle. Depicted are runes I've never seen before surrounding a strange symbol engraved delicately into the metal. I walk over and try the handle, my heart sinks as it only jiggles in my hand. 
"Fuck." I curse to myself softly.

      Crossing to the window again, I look down trying to judge if I can jump. The edge of the window stands 50 feet above the ground. The walls of the building are a grey stone flecked with black mica. There will be no jumping. Frustrated, I sit below the window, placing my head in my hands in anguish. A sense of doom settles around me and sobs fill the air as I cry.

     🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹


      I jerk awake suddenly, disoriented. I realize there is a woman standing over me! I have only enough time to think, 
"I must have cried myself to sleep."
The woman crouches faster than I can react and thrusts the end of a vial full of liquid in my mouth. Reflexively, I swallow tasting copper; my face scrunches and I gag. She then holds up a mirror silently showing me my own reflection.
    The mirror flashes glinting like silver and is framed with shinning gemstones. Studying the girl in the mirror; in shock I forget my surroundings. I reach out touching the mirror for she is not familiar. The girl is a pale porcelain doll, both beautiful and timeless.  She has the kind of eyes women would die for, large and youthful. Irises sapphire blue and as clear as crystals. Dark tresses, curled into soft ringlets frame her angular face. Curls brush her shoulders as I shake my head in wonder. Starting with shock, I watch her eyes,
"No..." I whisper. 
"Your eyes." A lilting voice whispers in my head.  
I stare harder swearing I must be seeing things. 
I could have swore I saw...
The mirror clatters to the floor with a loud clang as my ears roar and darkness swallows me again. 

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       The first thing I notice when I next awake is scent, something near me smells delicious! I slowly open my eyes and peek around me. I sit up, realizing I am still in the room. Now there is a table in the center where there wasn't before. Sliding out of the bed with no memory of getting back into it, I approach the table. On it is a mirror, a goblet full of ruby colored liquid and a note. The note reads;

"Drink when hungry.
Don't be alarmed by your reflection.
I'll return after darkness falls."
—Kisses,
                 Ava

      Picking up the mirror as curiosity courses through me, I gasp. The same girl shines back at me from before. Memory returns to me of her eyes glowing with amethyst fire. My reflection stiffens with shock. 
"My eyes look normal now..." 
In confusion I blink, just to make sure. Nope. Still blue. Studying my reflection closer, I smile and jerk almost dropping the mirror. The eye teeth on my top jaw are now small fangs!My tongue flicks over them curiously and I nick the skin slightly. The wound heals itself so fast I don't even bleed! Running my fingers over my ears I feel the ends taper to a point and my hands start to shake. Strange lettering appears and disappears at random in many colors over my fair skin. The only thing that seems to have remained the same is my long, raven-black hair and the sapphire blue of my eyes. 
    My stomach growls distracting me and almost against my will I sniff the air again. I find myself leaning closer to the goblet and it dawns on me that this is where the smell is coming from! I try to resist but soon I can think of nothing else. Retreating, I slide my back against the wall beneath the window. I stand and lean out the window desperately trying to smell something else; anything else but to no avail, the smell still assails me. I curse softly, and start to pace. 
    Without knowing how, I'm standing at the table holding the goblet in my hands. I stare into the dark red liquid, feeling the cool metal of the silver goblet beneath my fingers; gingerly I bring it to my lips. I intend only a sip, but as the liquid touches my throat I groan softly!
                  
                 
                 🔹🔷Euphoria.🔷🔹


My senses intensify. I can see dust motes in the air around me. Patches of light in different colors flash in and out in the air like lightning. The lights smell like familiar and unfamiliar things: grass, campfires, incense, rain, and other smells I can't place. I can hear whispers, nothing in any language I understand. 
      Nothing though, compares to the taste. I can't even begin to accurately describe it. The best I can offer is it is like all my favorite foods and a five course meal, one taste after another.
    Before long, the cup is empty and I'm left wanting more but I'm no longer hungry. I try to remember why I should be afraid, why I should be cautious, but my mind is suddenly hazy. I lay back down in the bed and fall into slumber.
       I don't sleep long, for when I wake it is just passing twilight.  Memory returns and sitting up, I tense. The woman will be coming! I sniff the air but I don't detect anything new yet. My ears prick though with the sound of footsteps which are still far off. Twenty minutes tick by on my internal clock which is almost never wrong. Her scent begins to reach me. It is subtle, but unlike anything I have ever smelled. I sniff trying to identify scents; coconut, patchouli, and palo santo. There is also something else; a musky, wild, smell I can't place. Lost in my thoughts, the knob on my door jiggles and the lock clicks. The door swings inward, opening wide. 
       The woman glides through the door, this time I can see her clearly. She wears a cloak that looks velvety soft in bright emerald around slender shoulders. Her hair, thick and curly, is auburn. It seems to glow with an eerie fire. Her skin, snowy white like mine, flashes with the same script rainbows. It is her eyes, though, that hold my attention. Infinite age, Soulful depth and wild raw power look at me appraisingly through amethyst stained glass. I am instantly, hopelessly, captivated. 
"Who are you?" I asked breathlessly. 
Her voice is lilting and flowing like the winds as she replies, 
"Your Salvation."

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My cover picture is too large I guess...and I have other images that go with the story that I can’t insert D:

The sun was  just shining through the thin white curtains that danced in the breeze of the open window, letting in the ocean air. The room was large and filled with a comfortable looking sitting area with an upholstered couch against the wall, with matching arm chairs to either side, around a low round wood table. This sitting arrangement faced a standing area with a large wooden wardrobe, wooden dresser and in between them was a full length mirror framed in polished carved wood.
In the reflection of this mirror stood a man in his early twenties wearing two pieces of a three piece suit. He had sandy blonde hair, in a well kept crew cut. He stood around 1.8 meters tall and his features were sharp, as he was on the skinny side, but it did help to push him over to just being considered handsome, despite his rather pale skin.
Kaleb was currently adjusting his cuff links as he observed himself in the mirror. The only word he could find to describe the finished result was ... 'pretentious'. As he was for the most part a shut in, hence the pale complexion, who was either engrossed in his work or his video games, sometimes to the point of forgetting to eat, hence being rather skinny. The expensive suit, the cuff links and even the well kept hair, to a certain extent, were not really his style. 'But', he thought with a sigh and a slight smile, 'I guess it makes sense to wear this on my wedding day'.
He and Stephanie had graduated college in the spring and were now having their June wedding in Hawaii. The plan was then to spend the rest of the year on a sort of world tour honeymoon. 'This is seriously going to cut into my savings' Kaleb thought with another sigh. Although money wasn't too much of a problem for Kaleb, as he had developed an app with his best friend Anthony, who was also his best man. The app had gone big in their junior year and Kaleb was still seeing profits. To top it off they also had several other projects in the works, in fact Anthony and he had plans to start their own company.
As Kaleb continued to stare at his overly fancy reflection it became more and more humorous to him and he couldn't help snickering. He never had any money growing up and he didn't even own a suit until he got to college. After all his parents had passed away in a car accident when he was very young leaving him an orphan and he had gone to live with his Godparents. His Godparents were well meaning, warm people, the problem was they already had 5 kids before they took in Kaleb. This, paired with the Dad's job as a mechanic, had led to a distinct lack of luxury in their household. With such humble beginnings, Kaleb felt uncomfortable surround by such excess and clothed in such luxury. Like the carnival cutout characters that one would put their face through, the wrongness of it was comical.
To be honest, even after Kaleb made all that money, he hadn't really changed his lifestyle that much. Initially, about the only thing he did was buy nicer computer gear. The change in lifestyle came after he met Stephanie.  She pulled him out of his life in a darkened studio apartment and showed him a life beyond the screen Kaleb worked and played on.
Stephanie would often comment about how hard life must have been for him growing up.  While Kaleb would be the first to admit it wasn't easy he wouldn't have called it hard. After all, his little ragtag family had always had enough and they always looked out for each other, including him.
As he reminisced on all these pleasant memories, Kaleb finished his last adjustments in the mirror he let out one last sigh. This was the sigh of a nervous groom who had gotten ready entirely too early and now had nothing to due but stress. It was barley 7 a.m. and the wedding didn't start until 4!
'I'm just going to have to go find Anthony and annoy him for a couple of hours' Kaleb thought, quickly making his way to the door. As he grabbed the handle he was slammed into the door as his ears were flooded with a horrific shattering sound from behind him. Kaleb felt the blood flowing from his nose, as he went to grab his nose to stop the stream he felt a change in the room. He grabbed the door handle with both hands as the force in the room instantaneously reversed, the explosion becoming an implosion sweeping him off of his feet and pulling him toward the center of the room.  As Kaleb looked into the room, though his tear filled eyes, he saw what looked like a crack had appeared.
The crack that appeared in the center of the room went from ceiling to floor and looked as if someone had shattered the fabric of reality like it was glass. It looked like the room had been torn in half as a spiderweb of veins continued to crawl around the rift further tearing chunks of reality into the abyss. It was like the initial force was the puncturing of a vacuum and now the forces were once again trying to find equilibrium by sucking everything out of the vacuum.
Kaleb was now hanging from the doorknob as he looked into what seemed like the mouth of Hell. As he looked on in horror the furniture and wall art was dragged away, and an unusual movement to the side of the room caught his eye. It was a ball of black light, as odd as that was, that seemed to be completely unaffected by the ever increasing pull of the rift. This black ball, about the size of a soccer ball, seemed like it was writhing around as its outline continually shifted and it crashed around the room. It looked like it was almost in agony.
Just as he became aware of this odd entity, its seemingly random writhing brought it hurtling toward Kaleb's head! As he tensed for the impact Kaleb was shocked when it went right though him like a ghost. As he turned around to see where it had gone, he suddenly felt like his brain was exploding! His vision went white as he grabbed his head in agony.
"Found you" he heard echoing in the recesses of his fading consciousness as he plummeted into the rift.

Torn from his comfortable life, his love and even his World; Kaleb is forced to a dangerous reality due to his lineage of Dragon's blood. 

In this new World where magic and power reign supreme, Kaleb is thrown into a society of dark truths, where the strong prey on the weak and the Dragons and their decedants are hunted even by the Gods.

Li Xiuying locked her bedroom door; she didn't want any more uninvited visitors. She then proceeded into the bathroom. 

Li Xiuying stood in front of her floor length mirror and looked at herself.  She saw a 23-year-old woman in pajamas' staring back at her.

Li Xiuying pulled her fingers through her short bob. A trace of sadness in her eyes. She once had luscious black locks that reached down to her waist. She recalled how her mother would brush her hair for school and before she went to bed. 

However due to working around the clock, she didn't have time to manage it, so Li Xiuying made the decision to cut her precious hair which reminded her of her mother's love. 

Li Xiuying was fair to the point you could see her veins through her delicate paper-like skin. She was very thin and looked like she hadn't eaten a decent meal in years. 

Her face had the potential to be beautiful but it now looked haggard. 

Li Xiuying's eyebrows were delicate. Her large brown eyes framed with long lashes looked weary. She had dark circles and eye bags. Her cheeks looked hollowed out. She had a small button nose and lips the color of a dusky pink sunset, that was cracked and peeling.

Li Xiuying had never really cared about her appearance or health. She was always focusing on work and didn't want to waste time on trivial matters like her appearance but it would be different from now on.

Li Xiuying stared at her reflection in the mirror: "From now on I will love myself enough to make up for the lack of love from others. I only have this one body and I will cherish it."

Li Xiuying took a quick shower and walked back into her room wrapped in a fluffy white towel.

She looked at the shelf above her desk which held her beauty supplies. It was bare apart from a moisturizing cream and a lip-gloss.  She took the moisturizing cream and started applying it to her body.

Li Xiuying: "I need to go shopping."

She then went and opened her wardrobe. A winter coat, five sets of smart wear, one set of casual clothes, a hoody, three sets of pajamas, socks and underwear. She also had two pairs of smart shoes and a pair of Dr.Martens.  Compared to Li Yu Yan's closet she seemed like a pauper. 

Li Xiuying: "I seriously need to go shopping."

Li Xiuying didn't mind what little she had but sometimes it was nice having a few extra things you wanted instead of simply just what you needed.

She put on a basic white underwear set, followed by a pair of blue jeans and a black long-sleeved t-shirt. 

Li Xiuying switched on her laptop to do some online shopping. She first looked up "must-have beauty products."  She decided that she would go shopping for clothes in-store.

Li Xiuying had put several items in her basket and was checking out. When she finally recalled that her uncle had all her bank and credit cards! She has no money!!! How could she fund her nice life without any funds?

Li Wang had made her open various bank accounts and credit cards in her name and then kept them for himself. He even kept her online log-ins a secret. His excuse was that she was too irresponsible to handle such large sums of money.  

In the past, she would always have to ask permission to use a debit card and even then her uncle would type in the card details and wouldn't let her be present.

Li Xiuying sighed: "I'm a 23-year-old woman who has the lives of people in the palm of my hand yet I can't even buy face cream on my own. It's time for me to take charge of my own life." She was far too ambivalent about everything in her past life.  

Li Xiuying grabbed her rucksack and put in some documents, ID and her hoody. She also grabbed a few protein bars and a bottle of water from her desk. 

Li Xiuying turned her phone off and put it in a desk drawer. It had been bugged by Sun Yu. She only came to know this several years later when she inadvertently overheard a conversation between her uncle and Sun Yu. 

Sun Yu had bugged her phone so that all calls and messages were recorded and sent to her uncle. There was also a tracking device in her phone. Her uncle had given 10000 Yuan to Sun Yu and promised there would be more if he kept working for him.

Li Xiuying felt a sharp pain in her chest: 'Without realizing anything I had been living in a cage, it was large enough that I couldn't see the metal bars enclosing me and thought I was free. '

She shoved her laptop & charger and hard drive in her bag. Her uncle never thought to do anything to her laptop because she would share all her work with her beloved big sister Li Yu Yan anyway. 

Li Xiuying put on her Dr Martens and went to open her window. She leaned over and reached for the large black pipe on the side and slowly began descending. Li Xiuying climbed down with some difficulty. Usually climbing down the pipe would be an easy task but due to her weakened state, she was struggling. Li Xiuying had been good at climbing every since she was young due to her father taking her to climbing walls and frequently taking her to the park to climbs trees. 

Li Xiuying eventually reached the ground. She kept her back to the wall and rubbed her sore hands together. Li Xiuying slowly followed the wall around to the garden at the back of the house. When she finally caught sight of her target in the distance she started sprinting towards the fence on the far side.

Li Xiuying is the youngest surgeon the world has ever seen. 

Once upon a time, her work had meaning; to save lives. But soon surgery lost all of its meaning to her, she became an operating machine. She didn’t even meet the patient until they were unconscious on her surgical table like a piece of meat waiting to be carved. 

She neglected love, friendship, beauty, her health all to work tirelessly like a dog and continue to make her family happy. Even when she had no more left to give; they made sure she gave.

But betrayal came swiftly and suddenly and Li Xiuying met her untimely end at the hands of her most trusted and loves ones. 

All the world’s a stage and it seems it is not yet time for Li Xiuying to exit. She finds herself waking up in her bed, 8 years in the past.
 
She is granted a second chance at life.

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This is a slow romance novel 

The novel may have realistic elements but it is a Work of Fiction.

There will be medical cases and scenario's included due to the main character (Li Xiuying) being a doctor. I have tried my best to explain as much of the medical terminology as possible.

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I rocked slowly back and forth with my son in my arms, feeding him a bottle of formula. He was beautiful with dark blonde, soft curls and bright green eyes, a normal six-month-old baby, even though he was only a few weeks old. Amy said that Jase would be full grown within ten years and I planned to enjoy every moment of it. He would also live a long life. Amy was living proof of it. She was technically sixty-two years old, but didn't look a day over twenty-five.
"Are you ready?" she asked as she walked through the door. She crossed the room and held her arms out to take my son, my Jase. "It's time."
I handed him to her with a sigh. "If I must." 
"Unless you want to give your honeymoon tickets to me," she teased. "I've always wanted to go to Aruba."
"Not on your life," I said, smoothing my white dress as I rose from the rocker. It wasn't your typical wedding dress, but it suited me well. It was satin with white spaghetti straps and a white lace overlay in an A-line style, and fitted at the bust, falling loosely over my flat stomach. After I had Jase, Lance fed me his blood and it healed me completely. I didn't look as if I had just had a baby.
"Well, well, well! Don't you look absolutely stunning?" Rosa announced as she burst through the door without knocking.
"Thanks, hon," I said, giving her an air kiss next to her cheek, careful not to smudge my lipstick.
"Come here and let's fix your veil," she said, pulling out a chair in front of a mirror for me to sit in.
Jase suddenly cooed. I looked over and Amy was showing him her bracelet. "You spoil him too much," I teased.
"Hey, he's my little man! I have to spoil him!" Amy said in self-defense, cooing to Jase.
I laughed, turning my attention back to the mirror as Rosa draped the white lace over the top of my head and down my back. Blonde tendrils framed my face. The sides of my hair were pulled up and the back of my hair fell into pristine curls over my shoulders. 
"You look lovely," Rosa said, bending down to look at me in the mirror, with her hands on my upper arms. 
I smiled with tears in my own eyes, too. Rosa meant the world to me. After the baby was born, she was now not only my best friend, she was a part of my family.
"Okay, you two!" Amy interrupted, shifting Jase on her hip. "Leila, you'd better get down to that altar before another woman snatches him up!"
"Yeah, like me!" Rosa teased.
I scrunched my eyebrows together. "Hey, wait a minute! You're already married!"
"Just a minor technicality," Rosa replied, giving me a wink. 
After Jase was born, she couldn't help but notice his unprecedented growth rate. Against my better judgment, I told Rosa Lance's secret, that he was a vampire. At first, she didn't believe me. But when she saw that I wasn't laughing, she sobered and took me a bit more seriously. After a few trying days, she accepted it and made her peace with Lance, saying that if I was happy, then she was happy, too. After swearing her silence, she and her husband, Henry, had become a part of our family. They had no children of their own, so they both spoiled Jase rotten. I couldn't ask for a better friend.
I stood up and walked over to the mirror. I was a lucky woman. After having seen Steven, I was finally able to forgive him and myself and put the past behind me. Our mistakes really didn't matter. What mattered now was the love that we had once shared. I would always have it in my heart, allowing me the freedom to move on with Lance. I adjusted the veil that fell over my shoulders in a soft white lace pattern that cascaded halfway down my back, and then checked my makeup in the mirror one last time, feeling every inch a fairy princess.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. 
"You'd better not be Lance!" Amy yelled through the door, and then flung it open.
Standing in the doorway was Drake Summerfield. "May I come in?" he asked, already stepping into the room, looking dapper in his black tuxedo and white shirt. 
"You'd better, since you're giving me away," I said, crossing the room. Since he had come to our aid in the war against the werewolves, he and Lance had become even closer than before. He also facilitated the negotiations between the vampires and the werewolves, and there was peace among the species once again.
Kellen had taken Charlotte's place and was now Lance's right hand man. Lance and Kellen had known each other for centuries, and since Kellen had helped to stop the war, Lance couldn't think of a person he trusted more with his affairs than Kellen.
After I healed, Amy and I perfected the sunlight serum and now vampires can walk freely in the sun. So far, once a vampire receives three injections over three days, the radiation blocking levels are raised and there is no need for further injections. Kellen is living proof, although we still monitor him to be sure.
After we developed the sunlight serum, Raven unlinked herself from Lance, true to our word. Raven remains a strong ally today. 
Everything in our lives seemed to fall into place after Jase was born, and there has been peace between the species once again.
"Are you ready?" Drake asked, patting my hand as he led me from the room. We walked down the dark hallway and past the stained glass windows in the lobby of the old church, Saint John's Church in Preston Village, Brighton, England-the English village of Lance's youth.
"I can't believe that you left Las Vegas to get married," Rosa teased, shaking her head as she handed me my bouquet of flowers. "After all, Las Vegas is the marriage capital of the world."
I shrugged, smiling. "I love you, too, Rosa," I said, giving her another air kiss next to her cheek. "Thanks for being here."
Then, she placed a hand gently on the side of my face and looked directly into my eyes. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world, baby. You look lovely." Then, she glanced down the aisle and into the church. "Now, go get your man." 
As I stood in the doorway of the quaint church, filled with our family and friends, I took stock of my life, and how wonderful it was going to be. I looked over the church and was glad to see that Kellen had even brought Crissy with him. Everyone stood as the Wedding March started to play. I was suddenly knocked speechless, not by the lovely white arches on either side of the aisle or large, beautiful glass windows, but by the only person that existed in my world at the moment: Lance.
He looked gorgeous in his black tuxedo, white shirt, and ascot tie. His perfect dark, wavy hair was combed away from his face, and his lovely green eyes shone brightly as a broad, triumphant smile spread across his face  and he was mine. As I took in the sight of him waiting for me by the altar at the end of the aisle, I knew that I would be  eternally his.
END OF VOLUME ONE




Sophie Slade is the author of paranormal and contemporary romance. She started writing at the age of fourteen when she took a Creative Writing class and she was hooked. After college, she worked as a reporter, but went back to her first love--writing fiction. Sophie believes that love conquerors all, which is reflected in her stories. Sophie has a Bachelor of Arts in Communications, News Editorial sequence, from the University of Tennessee at Martin, and a minor in English. She currently resides in Florida with her husband, children, a persnickety cat, and a very bossy dog. Look for her books anywhere books are sold.

As the head of the North Vampire Coven and owner of Caprice Casino and Club Moroii, alpha-male billionaire Lance Steel has more money and incredible good looks than any one man deserves. He is a great husband and father, but he’s also a vampire. His wife, Leila, is human and his son is a dhampir—half human and half vampire—but in order to live a human life with his wife and son, he wants to become human again.

As a brilliant doctor and scientist, Leila has developed a sunlight serum, and friends Amy and Elias are working on a cure for vampirism, but is Lance willing to give up his vampire and become human again for his family? Or will his decision cost him the lives of his wife and son, and the destruction of his entire coven? Which path will he choose at the crossroads?

WARNING 18+: This book contains material that may be considered offensive to some readers, which includes graphic language, explicit sex, and adult situations.


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