For those who want to learn English grammar. 
P.S. I am tired of stories on this website having machine translated levels of grammar. Redirect those authors here. ^_^

❗DISCLAIMER❗

This is a fanfiction, meaning that all events and occurrences in this book are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual life events and people, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

I am not, in any way, affiliated to BTS members or Bighit Entertainment so I do not own BTS members mentioned in my fanfiction. I only own the original character of Lee Seoyeon and Kim Hani. This fanfic was inspired by the Korean Dramas Goblin and 49 Days. If you have not seen these two Korean Dramas, then I highly recommend them!

Copyright © 2017-2018 Shookieillegirl

All Rights Reserved. Please do not steal my work or copy it. If you use any of my content for your own work, please credit me. I did not work hard on coming up with a storyline and taking my time to write my thoughts out in order for someone else to take credit for it. Please be respectful of me and my work. Thank you very much.

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️

This fanfic will contain the following:

Fluff, Romance, Death, Profanity, Light Mature Content

Please note that I am not a professional writer so do know that there may be plot holes, repetitive use of words, spelling, and grammar errors. Please kindly let me know of any errors and I will fix it. 😊

Thank you for taking the time to read my work. I hope you enjoy and Happy Reading!!!

-Shookieillegirl 💜

"Kim Taehyung, Born December 30th..." The strange man replied.

"How- how did you know my name? Who are you?"

He ignored my question. His dark gaze was staring at me. They were so cold and emotionless. It was like there was no life in those dark orbs.

"It seems you are unaware of your situation Taehyung. I have something to tell you..."

His hands made its way into his pocket as he leaned in towards me.

"You are dead."

Silje saw the familiar face. With platinum blond hair and clear violet eyes, it was Brigit who looked arrogant as she was surrounded by a couple of guys.
Irina murmured, "She is alone today."
Silje knew what she meant.
Brigit wasn't with Kail the devil today.
When Brigit saw Silje, she giggled with her friends and glared at her with disgust.
Irina said to Silje, "She is going out with Kail."
"Kail?"
"Yup. Only someone like Brigit could date a prince like Kail I guess."
Irina seemed to think Brigit and Kail were people of a higher level.
"All the guys treat Brigit like a goddess. She can be too much, so only someone like Kail could probably control her. Kail is…"
Thinking about the cruel king, Irina burst into laughter. Like all the other girls in the school, she looked at him with a strange mixture of fear and adoration.
"He is scary, but so hot. He has never dated anyone, probably because no one at school is good enough for him. All the girls are in love with him, but he has never shown any interest in any of them. I heard that he hangs out with Brigit only because she insists on following him around."
Silje looked down at her wrist. As if it knew who they were talking about, her wrist started to throb. Silje wondered how Irina would react if she knew Kail was the one who sliced her with his knife.
Irina continued, "Girls like him even more probably because he is the only son of Rolf Jorgen Bruntland. Do you know how much money the Bruntland Group makes? I saw in the newspaper that the group invested in Russia recently and made a profit of over a billion dollars. Do you now understand why Kail is treated like a god at this school?"
Irina suddenly turned to Silje, who remained quiet, and asked, "You aren't interested in the kids at school, are you? You aren't saying much."
"No, it's not that. It's just been a very long time since I talked to someone like this, Irina."
Silje thought secretly, 'It's not that I don't like you, Irina. I AM lonely. Kids treat me like the plague, so of course I feel hurt. I just don't know what to say because it has been so long since someone has talked to me nicely at school.'
 
That day, Silje and Irina talked for a long time, even on the school bus. Irina had a Starbucks coffee cup in her hand, and she talked with Silje smartly. Sometimes she looked astute, while other times, she talked with an innocent face. Silje thought that she would remember this conversation for a very long time.
"I failed English and grammar."
"I failed geometry."
At Silje's confession, Irina smiled brightly. She took a sip of her Starbucks coffee and asked Silje, "Why do you think the kids are bullying you at school?"
At such a blunt question, Silje blinked and stared at the girl. Irina also remained quiet and waited for an answer. When she looked up and down at her, Silje asked in embarrassment, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"How tall are you?"
"I don't know for sure. Probably over 175 cm."
Silje didn't want to talk about herself. She was indeed very tall even among the tallest northern Europeans at school.
Irina replied, "That's amazing. I could see that you were tall, but wow. I'm only 155 cm tall, so you are 20 cm taller than me. Darn, I'm jealous."
"Irina."
Silje called out to her but Irina was deep in her own thoughts.
Finally, after a few seconds, she suggested, "I think I have an idea. You should be a model."
"What?"
Silje was genuinely surprised and looked at Irina who replied with an excited voice.
"It's because you're tall and are just skin and bones. Hasn't anyone else told you this before?"
"Irina, I'm not sure if you are giving me a compliment or making fun of me."
Irina giggled.
"I guess your weakness is your boobs. Are you eating enough? You need to become a cookie and cake lover just like me. Yummy! Eating sweets can make you happy. It will also help grow your boobs."
Irina pouted and pointed at her generous breasts naughtily, making Silje laugh.
She couldn't admit it, but Silje did have an interest in modeling. She often bought fashion magazines. It started when she was younger and had planned to learn Korean from books. She spotted a magazine in a bookstore with an attractive fashion model on the cover, and she impulsively bought it.
The model wore a snow-white fur hat and had a gorgeous smile. She looked like a snow queen and she looked mysterious and dreamy at the same. Silje couldn't help but stare at her and wonder if she would look like the model if she dyed her hair blond. Of course, she did do it and ended up being laughed at by everyone at school.
Since then, Silje never dyed her hair again, but the photo of the beautiful model was forever imprinted in her mind.
When she started to work at Niels' cafeteria, she signed up for a regular subscription to a fashion magazine. However, she didn't tell anyone about it.
Silje's favorite models were Iselin Steiro, who was Norwegian, and Angela Lindvall, who was from America. She especially loved the photo of Angela Lindvall in a Bohemian outfit.
The world of models seemed so exotic and fantastic, different from the regular world. Perhaps that was why Silje loved it. While looking at the magazines, she could escape her unhappy life.
'Maybe someday, if I get a chance… Maybe I will be able to get a beautiful photograph of myself like those models.'
Once, she impulsively thought about applying to a modeling contest she saw in a magazine. Of course, she stopped herself immediately.
Even now, she still purchased fashion magazines regularly. Silje considered telling Irina about it, but decided against it in the end. It wouldn't change anything, and on top of that, Irina didn't seem to be very interested.
Irina asked, "Anyway, have you thought about the reason why the kids are so mean to you?"
Today, Silje had her long luxurious black hair down, and she wore a simple oversized dress with a black fur coat. Ironically, such a thoughtless outfit looked great on Silje. Irina shrugged her shoulders and added, "Look in the mirror, Silje. You are tall and you have beautiful black hair. You are noticeable wherever you go, and that is why kids don't like you. On top of that, you are always alone like a lone wolf."
"I-is that so?"
Irina laughed at Silje's surprised expression and added, "Oh, and do you know what kids call you?"
When Silje shook her head, Irina replied mysteriously, "The Asian Queen. You are always alone, but you look confident. Didn't you know that you had this nickname?"
Silje was incredulous, making Irina laugh again. Silje smiled bitterly.
"Really? Well, I have nothing to say to that."
"Haha, so I hope you continue to fight bravely. Watching you fired up makes me feel proud."
At Irina's excited words, Silje murmured quietly.
"It's not a game, Irina."

A nordic romance that burns up coldly!
"You and I are similar, don't you know? Amidst the foxes, we are two wolves who are bleeding from an injury.

The frozen capital of Norway, Oslo. Silye, an asian who have been discriminated and bullied just because of her race, decides to escape this frozen hell by jumping off the school building but is saved by being caught by the 'Emperor' of the school. This wasn't a good news. This was a nightmare on its own.

Some argue that various works by authors that do not meet the requirement of fine grammar and spelling are rubbish. Here, each person has his own opinion, and let him stick to it and impose his opinion on others as the ultimate truth, it speaks only of ignorance of life. It is diverse.

Is the work of authors with poor grammar garbage? In my opinion, no. Each author tells his story, passed through his worldview, attitude, understanding of life, his experience and thoughts about the world. It's always interesting for me to read this personally.

I'm a bibliophile, I read a lot of classic works of art, Tomass and Gernih Mana, Feuchtwanger, Mark Twain, Stvenson, Romain Roland, Galsworthy, Tolstoy and all his volumes and there are about 19 of them! I didn't read Dostoevsky, I didn't like him. But Azek Azimov, Ursuda Le Guin, Tolkien, Kipling, Conandoyle, Louis Besenar and others I read with pleasure. Li Bo, the poetry is gorgeous. Novels of feudal and late feudal China, Japan, Korea. Novels and novels by Chinese prose writers of the early 20s and 80-90s of the 20th century.

In general, I read about 10,000 books. Fiction, fantasy, poetry, historical novels, ballads, myths and legends.

After that I became interested in reading historical documentaries - about the history of the Silk Road, Archeology, History, Ethnography, Etymology, the Big Game, the story of the confrontation of imperial intelligence in the vast regions of the Silk Road.

I read about 550 books, from the 16th to the beginning of the 21st century.

I have some kind of base for evaluating short stories and novels.

Sometimes works written flawlessly in terms of grammar, alas ... they are completely devoid of meaning, they are not interesting, they do not have fascinating stories, conclusions, experience, thoughts. But work with poor grammar, on the contrary, have unique information. Of course, not all works, but there are some.

Therefore, when assessing the creativity of another person, the author, being so categorical in evaluations, says only that you have a maximalist who still knows life poorly. This is the right of choice, each person, and to impose a choice on another according to my preferences, I consider this not comme il faut. Well, here everyone has a point of view.

In fact, this is an eternal question - what is more important? Beautiful text form or good content? Bestsellers are those works that combine good text and good content.

I am the author myself. But not a professional writer, but a techie. I don't know much about composition, about the intricacies of writing good text. But I have a very interesting content. Is my story garbage? I do not think so? Do I respect the reader? Sure. But writing is better so far I can't. Nevertheless, I have my own circle - readers who are interested in my work. There are not hundreds or thousands of people, but a couple of dozen will be typed.

I write in the genre - a documentary historical fiction, there are many interesting facts about the Silk Road with which I wanted to share. If I were waiting for the moment when I could write well in terms of English grammar ... I would not be able to share it now ... maybe in a couple of years ... and still I would not be able to write like this they write - people from English-speaking countries. This is a favorite topic of native speakers to reproach those who learn this language in their ignorance of the intricacies of the language they learn, grammar and spelling errors ... As we say, the dog barks, the caravan goes on. That happens.

English is the world language of communication. Moreover, for me it is the third language. I speak English well, but my grammar is lame. I admit it. Yes, I need to teach her, but I don't think I can write in perfect English.

The overall result - write as you can, share your thoughts, in the era of information, the content itself is important and not its form. One way or another, it can help others, they can come to a new thought and write a story about your topic that you would like to read yourself!


As they say in the East - do good and throw it into the water, a person will not know, the fish will know!

Peace and prosperity!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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P.S The Cover Drawing is not mine. I just find it nice so I used it. Full credits go to the owner.

*Anjali pov*



"Walk when you think. Think when you walk and see the perfect moment that's when you caught" I said to myself kept walking in the busy street of Korea.

I yawn cracking my knuckles, passing by the shops. I woke up early in morning as last night I wasn't able to sleep. Even being tried as hell, and that girl is sleeping like no tomorrow. I already left the note for her so she would behave like human rather then monkey screaming as if I'm kidnapped or dead somewhere. 

Three days we have a day off we can go anywhere we want and do whatever we want too. Then from the fourth day the they will start recording us too. But not to go to far away, come back before 8pm and many blabla rules. Leaving that aside I'm so excited for the competition. 

Yes isn't it like we would become sooooooooeeee famous and so fabulous hehe.. Likely filming us everytime except the time we enter in out of our room. As there is a thing call personal space. Today we are going to sign a contract for this competition about the terms and conditions things.

I didn't knew there would go this deep for things, all this are the stuff behind the camera. Puff they also went with many details and also took away our passports so we don't run away except the time we want to go back home for some valid reason.

Opening the door of the coffee shop as I enter in. Walking towards the reception as I odder cold coffee with wipe cream and choco chips on top. Nom nom Tammy!! Yammy.

Smiling as I walk towards the an empty seat near window keeping my bad on side as I remove my diary and the phone which were in envelop were clicked all the way of my journey I reached here. As I just removed the print out from the photoshop. 

Licking my lips as I looked towards the waitress who kept my odder in table smiling as she walks away. Breathing out as I stared to do my work writing and sticking the pictures taking the sip of my drink at the same time. Wait I really want to know what they do like use on their skin is so so soooo beautiful... 

"Long way to go girl... As I have to buy a new diary as it's almost getting over" I said talking to myself writing the thoughts of it. Turning the page as it almost seems to get over soon. Maybe 10 to 15 pages. 

"Hello there, is this seat taken" a voice said as I look up towards the mainly voice shacking my head no. Going back what I was doing.

"Can I have a seat? as other charging points are already taken" he said as I nodded my head. "Thanks a lot" he said as I smile looking towards him nodding my head as he sits down plugging in the charger. 

Taking another sip of my drink. "So....are you new here as I didn't saw you here before..." he asked 

"Yes as I just arrived here yesterday... "you said closing the book as I began to pack my stuff. 

"Wow that's cool... ... By the way I'm Kim Ju-ho " he said looking towards him as I smile in response. He is having black hair, bright dark brown eyes. Jawline is like the moment we touch it will cut the finger tip. He was wearing a leather black jacket which has features around the collar. Some buttons placed here and there. Maybe he is tall like Christmas tree really. In front of him I must be looking like a child. Totally like a Oppa you would always wish for. 

"Hii I'm Anjali, Anjali Roy pleasure to meet you. " you rise your hand in front of him to shake as he did the same.

 "So you are an Indian...it has been a long while I went to India." he said as my eyes become wide shaking our hands as I began to shake up and down faster. 

"What really... Where did you travel?" I asked pulling my hand back. Looking towards him who seems to be a bit taken back. I just gave him a tooth smile. 

"3 year's ago for a a business related stuff in Delhi. And then a trip to Mumbai. Namaste aap ka, swagat hay South Korea may" he said  joining his hands together, I gaps covering my mouth. 

"Wow!! really that's cool as I'm from Mumbai!!! here I'm for photography competition and you are like multi talented person. You know Hindi too. I was blessed with kdrama to learn Korean language , using other apps still no use stuggle with the grammar and stuff" I said smiling taking another sip.

"Thank you, but Korean language it isn't that hard tho. I will help you to learn Korean language you know." he smiles. "Oh what about the photography competition. I had taken part in that too. But I wasn't selected tho. See to my age almost 24 years." he said rolling his eyes as I gave him a sad smile. 

"But you know there is always a next time so try try till you succeed but are you over 24 year's you don't look like...." I said smirking at response.

"Do I look old or young???" he asked tabing my chin as I check him out...  

"OK you look average...  More side of youngee one 20 or 22" I said I giggle as his mouth opens wide. 

"wrong as I'm just 23 year's old" he paused "and can I guess your age??" he asked 

"Isn't it rude to guess the age of a girl/womes age but I will let you guess mine tho" I said giving him a toothly smile.

"Maybe not more then 15 or 16 as that's where the age group of the competition starts but still you look quite younger" he said folding his hands over his chest learning back on his chair.

"Wrong answer, I don't know why I always hear that I look childish but I'm 18 year's old" I said glaring towards him. 

Steve eyes becomes wide, "What?? Wow!! Then it won't be illegal to date a beautiful girl like you" he said learning forward. As I sign in response taking another sip as the zooorrrrr. Sound comes from my drink is over. 

"Wow!! But sorry to say I gotta to go byeeee if out faith brings us next time. Will meet again I guess so?" I said taking my bag. Getting up from seat I  him a wink. 

"Oh?" jooho paused "Okay but wait a second..." he said removing a pen and a small diary from his bag which I didn't notice was besides him. Scribbling in it as he gave it to me.

"Here for you, if you change your pretty mind of yours" as he tear the page from it giving it in my hand. Smiling as I take it with me with the empty cup in my hand.

"oOkee byeee Steveeeeee" I said walking out of the door... Rolling my eyes as I threw in the dustbin with the empty cup. 

Wow! Got to meet a play booiii as in YouTubers who lives here and visited here weren't lying. Just I step my foot out of the doors. Really date a beautiful girl like me. What in the name of cheeseburger, like the cheeseburger are more tasty then then his stupid lines.

"I was impressed as he said he visited India and knows hindi. But Zombie freeking just to get my freeking attention" I faked laughed just disappeared after 10 seconds. 

My cheeks are hurting like hell smiling like a freaking creep. He was handsome but not of my taste. Vid she would gladly flirt more then me. I don't even know to flirt. Even if I did I know it will turns out to be a disaster. 

Walking away from the cafe, I started looking for the taxi just in search for a new destination for now as I still have 2 hour's in my hand for the lunch time. 

Before I could rise my hand. Suddenly some one caught my arm pulling me back as a shiver pass through me making my heart skip a beat. As a gush of wind passes through me my breath began to up and down...stupid this isn't movie!!!!! But nothing happened like that just made me annoyed as f. 'Who the freeeekkkkk dare to touch me' 

Looking back up to see a tall guy with black hair strong jawline. He is tall as lamp post. Wait lamp post no no no. Not that tall but maybe he is 7 inch??? Or I don't even know my own hight stupid. Looking towards his eyes with deep gray eyes fair as milk wait all of them here are like mily milk. More like a model glaring down towards me. As his face is covered with mask. 

What did I do that he is glaring???

"What???" I asked as he closes his eyes taking a deep breath as he bends down. Feeling as his nose touched my neck. This made a shiver pass though me. Is he shiffing like a dog wtf are you kidding me, as if I forgot to breath as he open his eyes again.

A werid sound like 'grrr' like a dog as my expression turns blank. Giving him a weird look. It's like this guy is more in to supernatural stuff then me. First a fluter and now this. Pushing him away which was no use as he stronger then me. 

If he doesn't leaves me I will really bite him and scream now in 3... 2-

"Mate!" he said breathing out closing his eyes his finger making a circle in my arm. 

"Kate Pete pet,you are not my mate." I said as he gives me a disgusting look opening his eye's. 

"You are a-A human? " he said taking his hand away as if he touched the most disgusting thing ever...

"Hum hum you C word. I'm a humanaaa so what? are you then a vampire, or naga, or a mermaid, a witch wait witch is a women. Let's go by wizard, angel, crow wait a crow isn't a supernatural being oh yes a zomb-" looking towards him just to give me a blank look. The guy left my hand as if I burned his skin, rolling my eyes as I just walk away from him. 

Wait a second, breathing out as I turn back glaring towards him. Kicking him on his sun doesn't shine up at the sky. "Pig!!!! Flitter one flatter flat if you ever try to cross my path I will SEW YOU LIKE I SEW THE DRESSES AND PUT YOU BEHIND THE 4 WALL PRISON!!! " I yelled the last part turning and walking away from him. As he grows, holding his sausage egg. 

Looking up towards sky as I looked back towards the road rising my hand  straight showing my thumb up a yellow colour taxi came in front of me. 

Getting in the taxi telling him where I want to go as the driver nodded his head started to drive away. Looking out of the window as I put my head out showing him the middle finger just to see as he run his hand over his hair,  smirking I get back in seat. Learning back  I sat conformably in seat... 

"So weird.... All things are weird no one is normal all are abnormal." as I sign in response looking out of the window. 




*Unknown pov*





:::::Warning....  Blood and abuse contains in future.... Read it on your own risk..::::::::.

"You killed her" the boy screams looking up glaring towards the guy in front of him. 

"Yes" as he just smirk in response, "so what did I did" he pause for a second "a mistake??" he asked learning down towards the boy not older then his 20 year's old. 

"YO.... YOU HAA....*HOW COULDYOU HOW COULD YO.... KIL... KILL HER... how could you..." the boy sobs as his cries echos the empty cell trying to break free from the caff of sliver chain.. Making him harder to breath as his vision becomes blurr.

"Ellaa...el be.... Baby wake up...ple pessssss PLEASE WAKE UPPP WHY ARE YOU...  PLEASE..wake up pl please~" the boy screams at the end struggling to break free for the chains trying to get on his knees to hold her in his arms. As he struggles to reach towards her. 

"You.. You know... You knew she is-"

"Was she was your mate.... " he asked giving him a sad smile which is seen through moon light falls upon his eyes making his other part of face darker..  

"You are heartl... HEARTLESS HOW COULD YOU....  I WOULD HA... HAVE SAID WHAT EV... EVEV YOU WANTED... YOU COULD HAVE KILLLED ME RATHER THEN HER...  Why.... Did you...???? WHY DID YOU YOU ARE A FU**ING SH#T YOU ARE A HEARTLE-"

"yes I know I hear that a lot my dear... But it's your mistake to attack us and she killed many of my members of my pack .. So she deserves death... As she did killed someone who had his mate! Eye for an eye boy" he said

"But it wasn't her it wasn't her fault she was odderd to do that to-do th- you you killed my mate the one.... I loved the most...  The one I...  I can't live without-" the boy cried. It bacame hard for him to breath. 

"Love... Mate such a pretty story..  This things  just looks good in stories the reality...  This is reality much worst much hurtful then stories... As stories are just stories not reality" 

"Mate....  Hhahah. Mate..." The boy grins his teeth "You killed my mate.... Do you even know what mate is..oh wait a dirty pig like you doesn't have it... As you didn't met your mate... And I curse you that...I CURSE YOU! That your mate will DIE. She will the moment when you falls in love with her she WILL DIE MUCH-MUCH WORST DEATH THEN THIS MUCH WORSE SHE WILL DIE AND YOU WILL BE THE REA-" before he could say something more.

As a growls echos this time with a scream as the boys neck was ripped off as the blood splash all over the guy over the wall. But this didn't stop him. He continues to keep ripping  his hands his limps apart punching in the wall.. 

Then he stops breathing heavily his eyes black as darkness his fingers turned into crawls. His white shirt all red wet with blood. As a scream echos the dark cell once more. Which was his the howl of pain all over the cell. Looking out of the small window towards the moon glaring towards it. The howl follows with it. 

No one dare to interrupt him to go and check what's going on. They don't want the death wish for themselves. They know who is the the king of werewolf known as the child of the moon the cold heartest of all.

The one who has a side which is hidden from the world of human. The world which is hidden from the eyes of human. The world which is still between us we know it exits but we take it as story something into fantasy world. 

The world of creatures non-human as we human prefer we don't want anyone rather then us. The humans as there are like many them in societies, which we can't even count in fingers. 

As the guy who is covered in blood breaths out, his crawl turning back to normal. His body does the same ripped white shirt wet with blood which is also dripping Down from his jaw. 

Looking up towards the small window as the moon light falls upon his face as his eyes which are still black blue vins on his face. Grinning his teeth. 

"I Kim Saesbyeol the Alpha King of Royal Red Moon will reject My mate the day I met her" he said...

I thought you would be just a crush, or just a stranger we meet in every day life, or someone who will love me uncondistonally. It was not my dream world crash where every think is in control upon my brain,but this dream came crushing in to reality. It was not just a dream I dreamed every night, you changed my dream to pure nightmare. I thought I could make you fall in love but the thing I didnt knew you can break my heart where I reached in darkness where I was.

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"Mate are just a weakness in life as you are. You are nothing to me you sl*t who just want boys for their money. You can do anything for mony even sleep with them... did your dad didnt slap you when you started to do this shitty things oh did you sleep wit-" as he was cut of by a slap in his face.

Anjali Roy an Indian girl, at last her dream is going to come true to become a photographer where she has won the first round there. She thought she was just going to go in Califoniya and make her dream come true. But not just one dream where there are her nightmare waiting for her to. Two different life, spacies, personality, their heart meets together their fate their soul is joind by mooongoddess herself. 

One has a pure heart of love and mind of carzyness lives in her own world, the other heart less and the mind of evil. Will they two are perfect for eachother or just ends breaking eachother

When I came to The University of Winnipeg at first, International students took a level test and based on the result, university decided which classes were fit to each of us. My class was General 4. In this class we learnt listening, speaking and improving conversation skills. This class had other international students apart from Koreans. There were three Japanese and one Belgian student. Among fourteen students, most of them were Korean and two Japanese and one Belgium. As you know, if someone doesn't speak another language well they will stay close themselves who use same languages around them. I'm also this kind of person. I wanted to stay close to my classmates that came from other countries and I tried hard however It was really difficult for us. So, unless our teacher made a group with those students I wouldn't talk with them.

One day, we learned grammar about how to use some expressions when we guessed something. Of course at this time too, our teacher made a group and I sat with one Japanese girl. I hadn't known who she was, but I tried to begin talking to her. Introduced ourselves first and we started to talk about each other's family. She told me that she has two brothers. Her elder brother works while the younger one is more into video games. Between Japan and Canada there is a big time difference about fourteen hours and because of this when the class started her family went to bed in Japan. But as I think that time was midnight, around 1 or 2 a.m. I asked her again if she really thought her family could have been doing those things and she answered that she was sure.

Actually I was not interested in her family, but when I talked with her I had butterflies in my stomach which I hadn't felt before then. When I saw her first I thought she would be quiet, however she kept the conversation going for which I was thankful. After that I had more times to talk with her and my heart skipped a beat. I almost always expected to meet her next time.

It is my love story when I have been in Winnipeg, Canada. I came to Canada for studying English, and I met her. We met only for a couple of month, and we fell in love.

I'm from South Korea, and she is from Japan. We have our own blog(http://donsuzuka.tumblr.com/), too. I hope you enjoy it, thanks.

[AN] Don't flame me. This is my first novel. Expect little grammar errors of bad storytelling.

As you can see," the news reporter stated, " a massive amount of wind is generating from this here hurricane. We believe to have seen multiple people die from said hurricane. Stay in your homes, get into a basement, and stay safe!" The television cut off, scaring the entire family. "Amanda, go get the supplies in the attic." 

Mom always made me do things like that, the important things. Maybe I just wanted to hide in the bunker with you guys! I ran up the stairs, stomping quietly. I took down the ladder after pulling the string, and started grabbing supplies. I stuffed it into a backpack, before running down the ladder, almost slipping. I looked out the window, and saw it. The hurricane. I started to book it to the basement, but slipped. 

'Well, I should at least try to help my family before I die. Damn, these cliches where the girl trips are stupid.' I started to think about my two little sisters, one five and another one eight. I used to joke about how sixteen year olds get to rough up their older siblings, and I ruffled their hair a bit. They were always great to me, and now I never get to see them again. I threw the backpack down the stairs, knowing the basement door was open. I closed my eyes..and my vision faded to black...


[Rebooting.]
[Rebooting..]
[Rebooting...]

Pitch black, nada, nothing. Excluding the words in my head, everything was bliss. Maybe I will be in one of those bad reincarnation novels. Or maybe a weird Korean romance novel? Either way, this is hella' peaceful.

"Hello, little one." My vision was harassed by white, I couldn't see anything. 

"Whoever turned the lights on, turn them back off!" is what I screamed, closing my eyes and covering them with my forearms.

The voice of an angel came from my right, so slowly opened my eyes, seeing a woman so curvy, watermelons could get jealous.

"Welcome to the afterlife."

While guiding everyone and walking towards the mountains, Fox  explained what he discovered about magic.

"I don't know about you guys, but the first thing I did after returning was trying magic. And to my surprise, I couldn't use magic on earth. If not for the clock I had, I would start to think I was crazier than I knew. Are you guys the same?"

"Yeah, I also tried to use it, but couldn't release even the simplest spell." Affirmed Kano.

"Me too, I tried to use magic to talk  to my cat, but I failed miserably." Sighned Wolf. 

Confirming his hypothesis Fox continue. 

"However I've done some tests, and what I discovered is that we can't break what I call the barrier. Depending on the world there is a higher or smaller concentration of something, that I still don't know, that exert some kind of force around our body, like water when you go deeper, and blocks our energy path, so we can't make our energy leave it to cast spells. Our body is constantly under that pressure, however here that pressure is smaller, what allow us to cast magic. 

And going by this idea, since earth has a high concentration and the energy can't leave, here we have a small concentration and can cast spells. In a place without any concentration, the energy would probably leave the body without our control.

So there should be two types of no-magic zone, 1 that a person with strong energy or knowledge can cast spells, like earth,and a place without any concentration, where only those with knowledge can cast spells."

"Where did you learn this?"Asked Wolf

"I bought some magic knowledge, and the rest was through deductions and tests. Also I have formulated theories about some happenings on earth, do you guys wanna hear it?" Fox had a lot of fun reviewing some world happenings, and was crazy to share his ideas.

Since they didn't have anything else to do, they ended up agreeing to listen to Fox theories.

"The Bermuda Triangle. As you know, there are rumor about lost ships, planes and other things there, also that there the compass doesn't work, why? My theory is that there was a battle, a battle between powerful beens. That battle broke the space around there. So since there are many connections to many places, the magnetic field there goes crazy. And people can also go through those spaces, so they leave this world to another. But I will only know the truth if I go there.

Another one that got my attention was about "Jesus". Turn water into simple wine, and dust into food. Have you guys noticed it? There are simple spells for both of this things. So why did he use his flesh and blood? Simple, just like us he couldn't cast spells, however he can use external means, and life force is the best source of energy. However you will grow old using it. So that is why he only used simple magic. But who was he? Since he always said that he was sent by "God". Maybe that was true, and some "God" sent him to earth, that would make him the same as us. However we probably have a different "God". But the motive for us here, and he there is probably the same."

While they were contemplating about Fox theories, They arrived at the bottom of the mountain. Fox continue to guide them to find a cave to pass the night and probably the week. 

Luckily they didn't go far before finding a cave.The entrance was 2 meters high and had around 4 meters of diameter. Fox looked for trails from big creatures and snakes. But he found nothing, there was no trail going in or out of the cave. 

"It appears to be clear, let's go inside"

Axe and John entered first,Fox with his friends were right behind. 

Fox and Kano activated there flashlights illuminating the cave. There were two paths, the on to the right ended around 3 meters later. and the one to the left arrived at what appears to be a room. They decided to follow the left one and see what was there. Walking 5 meters in, the arrived at a oval room completely empty. 

"This is a good place to stay, it's kinda clean and dry. And close enough to the exit to make a fire if the night gets cold. Did you guys bring any food and water?" Fox asked.

"We did, we bought 7 days of rations and water each. Didn't you bring anything? Where is your bag?" Said kano while placing his bag down. 

"Don't need it. Want some water?" As he said that, a bottle of water appeared in his hand. 

"What? Wait? Shit I completely forget to look for that. A 'bag of holding' " Sighned Kano. 

"Me too, never thought of it" Said Wolf.

"Is that magic?" Asked Iris. 

After explaining to Iris what a "bag of holding" was they started to formulate a plan. Fox recommended that they divide the group in 2, 1 will hunt some creature for diner, and the other look for a source of water. 

While they were talking Kano felt something and said. 

"It's wind here, don't you guys feel cold?"

"What do you mean wind? We are inside a cave" Said Wolf

Fox moved his hand and placed it next to Kano.

"There really is wind here, strange"

Fox got close to the wall and examined it. 

"The wind is coming through a gap here, can you guys feel it?"

"I can feel it too. But we are inside a mountain, is there a passage on the other side?" Asked wolf after examining the wall. 

"It doesn't appears to be thick, Axe try using the hammer side and break this wall. The rest get back and be ready for combat"

Axe got hold of his huge weapon, and got ready to hit the wall on Fox commands. Receiving the signal he used all his power to break the wall.

BOOM!! The wall crumbled in the first hit. After that a message appeared in the players mind.

[Congratulations on finding the secret bonus location, 200 points]

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Around a week ago, I had a problem with the Inkstone system. Due to the grammar verification system they use, some english words would mean something else in Chinese/Korean so the system automatically blocks the book. So until an admin comes to check if its ok, the book can't receive power stones nor does it appears in the front page when releasing chapters. So this last 2 chapters I posted, together had like 0 favorites and 10% of the normal views I get per chapter.

I contacted them, but after 3 days I got no answer, that was 5 days ago around Thursday, during the weekend I posted again asking for help. And even though I didn't get a direct answer they correct the error. So everything is fine now. 

To look at how many people favorites your book, and how many views you get is really motivating. Even more when you are just starting and you have to few users reading you novel. 

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At the time we were searching for the cave I randomized the location we found. And as luck would have it, we had come to the premium cave, and we had only 25% chance of coming here since there were 4 possible locations. But it was not that easy to find the anomaly. I rolled secretly against everyone's perception, and Kano the person with the lowest perception got luck and succeeded in the test. Finding the anomaly. 

I first thought they would need 5 days to finally pass the test, but luck was on there side that day.

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Basic synopsis
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What would you do if when you noticed you were in a white room, and a humanoid silhouette, apparently made of energy and that called itself god, welcomed you and said that you would be participating in a survival test against your will?

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More information and Trivia
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I am no writer, nor have i ever tried writing, this is my first experience with this kind of thing. However, i am a GM(game master) of D&D, Gurps and Story teller, and this story is actually based in a campaign i created, but was never able to finish, since me and my friends had to drop for many personal reasons.

This book will contain game elements, however i will try to make the game system a lot transparent, with only some details, and i will only use the system as a guide since the campaign was based on it. 

The game was for Gurps(Generic and Universal Role Playing System) and you might notice some resemblance in the game system i will use. 

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BEWARE BEWARE
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DANGER DANGER
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SPOILERS AHEAD YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
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Fox(MC) was thrown in a game by a been that called itself God, he and many other players now need to complete missions in order to survive. 

The first few chapters will be tutorial missions set to help the players adapt. 

The main arc will start when the tutorial ends and the first mission start. He might need many missions and years to finish one world or he might started a sub mission in a different plane or world before finishing the main one.

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