In the city of New York, gang crime as reached it's all time high due to the occurance of powerful humans. These humans use their strength for all illegal activities. The story follows a young woman and two young men as they rise up the ranks and become the new bosses of The Big Apple. This is NY Criminal.

This book is co-written by me and two friends and will be available on Wattpad.

This book has been dropped due to inactivity.

That's right I Mr. Richard Roswald Jackson is a person re living my life. Not only i came back in the past in 1975 but also can remember everything up until i died on 2020.
When i came back at fist i was shocked but then i became excited. Why? Because  i can change my life for the better, i can realize the dreams which i couldn't in previous life. I could live a life far better then the life i had previous.
My previous life was worse. As my family is well known and successful, having such an amazing family can be both pressuring and blessing. Pressuring because, if have live unto expectation of not only your parents but also the surroundings otherwise they will compare ,make fun of you.
But I couldn't bare the pressure and by the time I became 18 i collapsed. oh boy! i fell hard!!!. I was academically good, it turned worse. i stated to become rebellious. arguing with parents , keeping distance from them, parting, fighting ,drinking, drugs etc i became all in all problem child.
it turned out to be the worst decision of my life. Because by continuing this kind of life my body deteriorated. Finally the worse turn came, I had an accident and the result I became bedridden for my life, worse disease started coming from left to right.
 All i could have done at that time is watch movies, tv series or read books. beside that due to fathers influence look at the investment market and help my father with his work.
Finally at the age of 45 my body collapsed after fighting for a long time. During my last breath I wised if i could have relived this life once again. And  I don't know which supreme being heard my wish because I am for ever grateful to him.
 And that is how I came back to the past. Now onward to the story....
...

Month have gone since the  kitchen discussion, the kids column of NY times started get popular as interesting short stories are been publishing every week under a name R.R Jackson. Popularity might not been seen during first week but after that it started to grow.
One day, a family of three on Zionsville just having a breakfast in a living room, the child of this family, a 9 year old girl was reading a newspaper and see this, her parents treat this as normal occurrence as entertainment for the kids have been matured enough like smart phones or video games era. 
See his daughter seem fascinated reading a newspaper, the father feel curious and ask his daughter. " What's on the news sweetheart? I've never seen you such having those interest reading newspaper."
The daughter heard her father saying that immediately felt irritated," Dad, I'm concentrating on reading this story, you know it's really hard to read on the newspaper".
Hearing that, her father didn't feel angry at all and become more curious for his daughter behavior, " Okay sweetheart, I will just wait for you finish the story and then you tell me what this is story about" her father just smiled after saying that.
The mother saw the father daughter interaction just smiled and also became interested about what her daughter read. A moment passed and the girl has read the story with both happy and frustrated expression on her face, her father become curious,  seeing this she began narrate the story to her parents

" This short story is the best that I have read mom, dad. It's exciting and funny. But dad whats a string ray? Does it look like a large butterfly too bad it has no illustration on it, can we go to fish aquarium see string ray dad  and this story still has continuation and won't be released next week. But dad, newspaper story is usually different each week and I'm afraid I won't get the continuation next week."
Seeing her frustrated but hopeful face girls dad laughed "hahaha... Don't worry dear i will send request mail to the editor of NY times and of course I will take you to the aquarium to see a string ray"
"really dad!!! yaaa!!!!" the girl became excited hugged her dad.
And this situation occurs at least in a thousand household in N.Y. and few parts of the States that subscribing the N.Y. Times. It occurred not only for the stories it self but the clever tactic used by Richard himself. 
When he created the short stories the volume was really large, so in order to publish in the paper it was usually divided into two or three parts but he cleverly divided the story in such a way that when ever a reader finishes one part they not only became frustrated but also crave for the latter part of the story which drives the popularity even more.
As the short stories grow popular the sales and the subscribing number of NY Times also grows which in turn they urge Richard to give them more  priority by giving him 200$-250$ each article writing in there kids column.
With  in the next few months Richards short stories not only became popular among the kids but also among their parents. the author R.R Jackson became topic of discussion on dinner table in many households. Not only the NY times have sold like hot cakes but there was substantial visitors specially families with kids from 6 to 12 years old in many water zoos or aquarium parks through out the states. 
During this frenzy time when a book named <My Ocean Stories> by R.R Jackson which was no  only the compilation of this short stories but also illustration of different characters where published . It not only sold more than 150,000 copies trough out US but also took 10th place in the bestseller list.
The guy who created this is situation doing dancing practice for his upcoming show stage show audition in Broadway.

When people about R.R Jackson the first thing comes to mind
The Living Legend....
He is a man who brought storm in the worlds entertainment...
Idol of all aspiring idols... 
Music , Film , Drama , Books not a place he left untouched
They say he is a man with Midas touch or is he ......


First time writing... Open to constructive criticism...
Hope everyone like my story....

Disclaimer : I don't own anything other than my main character. All things written is nothing more than a fiction.

As much as Ves wanted to snap up numerous samples of medium to high-grade exotics, he restrained himself as much as possible.
He only converted a certain amount of his money into firthals, and intended to reserve most of it for the acquisition of P-stones, F-stones and other spiritually-reactive exotics.
Nonetheless, his resolve wavered numerous times when he carefully brushed his gaze past exotics with useful applications.
Now that he was in the process of assimilating Senior-level Metallurgy, he recognized a wide variety of metallic exotics with known applications. He memorized their most relevant properties and also gained a sense of their prevailing market values.
Prices fluctuated considerably here. Not every exotic was sold at a bargain, and not every bargain offered a lot of savings. Part of the reason for that was the intense bargaining taking place.
Whenever a customer wanted to buy a product, they entered one of the nearby negotiating chambers administered by the Circle of Mota and bargained as if their lives depended on their efforts!
Both the buyers and sellers negotiated aggressively, so much so that a lot of people who finished their transactions stomped out of the negotiating chambers in a fit of fury!
The use of negotiating chambers to conduct transactions in relative privacy benefited both sides when they engaged in expensive transactions.
Their presence made it difficult for Ves to gauge the level of trade that went on. While all sellers drove hard bargains, he was unable to gauge which one was better at ripping off their customers than others.
Meanwhile, the buyers also maintained discretion. None of them looked forward to showing off the amount of firthals they carried to the unscrupulous guests of the Circle of Mota.
After trawling the stalls and shops for half an hour, he abruptly found his first lucky score.
When his spirituality brushed over a black chunk of rock, he immediately encountered the tell-tale reaction of a P-stone!
Ves casually raised his hand with one finger pointing upwards. It was his signal to Nitaa that he encountered a good that he really wanted to obtain!
Considering the extremely sharp bargaining abilities of the sellers, Ves did his best not to show his interest in the exotic.
Just like before, he approached the stall selling the P-stone slowly, expressing interest at other goods before considering the P-stone.
Though the dance stretched on for twenty agonizing minutes, he eventually managed to purchase the P-stone in exchange for the measly price of 7 million firthals!
For an exotic that possessed the rare property of storing his spiritual energy or spiritual entities while protecting them from decay, this was an absolute steal!
Of course, considering the P-stone's lack of properties, the seller didn't find this price to be so low. Unaware of its true applications, the P-stone had been mislabeled as a marginal low-grade exotic with unknown properties!
In a place like Centerpoint where an enormous amount of wealthy mech designers and other people came to shop, the vendors there jacked up the prices of such unknown exotics to a ridiculous degree!
In the Circle of Mota, such practices didn't fly as well here. The clientele was a lot poorer here. The sellers also couldn't afford to wait for years or decades until some random mech designer arrived and snapped up the goods at a ridiculous premium.
Ves was under no illusion that all of the firthals he paid would fall into the hands of pirates and other unsavory organizations.
Each and every guest of the Circle of Mota directly or indirectly facilitated the pirates each time they completed a transaction.
They did this through purchasing their sometimes ill-gotten gains, thereby placing a lot of firthals into their hands.
The visitors also supplied the pirates with valuable goods and services that were very difficult to come by in the Nyxian Gap but were essential to sustain their deplorable activities.
Nonetheless, even though Ves knew he indirectly enabled the pirates when he purchased the P-stone, he didn't care. Spiritually-reactive exotics were simply too valuable for him to let his conscience get in the way of empowering himself!
In fact, he was even willing to give the Five Scrolls Compact a hand if they bribed him with P-stones!
"Who knows if I'm already doing so." He quietly muttered as he received the floating container that held his third P-stone.
Though Nitaa still hadn't ascertained whether the Circle of Mota was tied to the Compact or not, they had only been able to explore a portion of the underground marketplace.
Most notably, the center of the city was closed off to most visitors. Only a small proportion of close associates of the Circle of Mota gained permission to enter. Ves had no clue what happened inside, but he had a feeling that more than just a couple of incidental trades took place in the core region.
If the Compact really had a hand in the Circle of Mota, then gaining entry to the center was the best way to obtain evidence!
It was times like these that he hated his mother's incredibly inconvenient appropriation of his Devil Tiger.
A masterwork mech was incredibly valuable! If Ves arrived at the Circle of Mota with such an incredibly valuable mech on offer, he might have gained enough regard from the organization to enter the inner marketplace. Who knew what he was missing out on now that he lost his only means of leverage.
He consoled himself with the acquisition of his third P-stone. Just like his first two P-stones, its appearance and physical makeup diverged as well. Yet even though it consisted of completely different materials, it possessed the exact same properties as the other two P-stones.
The addition of yet another P-stone in his arsenal was of immense value to him! Not only did he increase his external spiritual energy storage capacity by fifty percent, he also gained an extra container to hold living spiritual entities!
The appearance of a P-stone in the Circle of Mota confirmed his suspicion that the Nyxian Gap likely held more. There might even be a major deposit at one of its asteroids or larger satellites, just waiting to be excavated!
Filled with hope, Ves tried to restrain his urgency as he resumed browsing the shops and stalls. While the somewhat quiet and restrained bazaar failed to match the exuberance of normal bazaars, Ves was having the time of his life!
This was because he encountered three more P-stones!
Three!
Within a matter of hours, he instantly doubled his reserve of P-stones! He had even been forced to procure a floating coffer in order to hold his new acquisitions!
Due to their lack of perceived value, Ves managed to purchase them without significantly denting his budget. He still had plenty of firthals left to spare for other purchases!
"This is remarkable. I never expected to encounter so many useful samples here."
He understood why. All of the P-stones he obtained so far weren't very energetic. The curated marketplaces at Centerpoint and elsewhere preferred to sell something of more obvious value, while the Circle of Mota was much less discerning.
His only regret was that he hadn't encountered any other variety of spiritually-reactive exotics throughout his entire search of the rare materials quarter. He visited each and every shop and swept his spiritual senses over each and every stupid rock.
No luck. Now that Ves got his fill of P-stones, he wanted to supplement his exotics collection with F-stones and materials with different reactions to spirituality.
The F-stone he obtained at the Peacekeeper branch ought to have come from the Nyxian Gap as well. Why hadn't it shown up here? Could it be that certain people discovered their uses and kept them for themselves?
That spelled bad news for Ves, because the likeliest people to hog the F-stones was the cultists of the Five Scrolls Compact!
"Look to your left." Nitaa suddenly said, interrupting his troubled thoughts. "An auction is starting soon inside."
Ves frowned. "Auction halls are where high-value goods are put on offer."
Goods like his Devil Tiger mech.
"Maybe you can find what you are seeking inside."
"That's true, but the auction is too conspicuous. Attracting attention is not our goal."
Even though the auction venue probably did its best to hide the identity of its auction goers, Ves still harbored misgivings over entering it. Right now, he was just one of many anonymous guests of the marketplace.
If he wanted to participate in the auction, he had to demonstrate his ability to spend. From what he saw, the auction only allowed guests with greater access passes or lots of firthals at their disposal.
However, if he skipped the auction, he might miss the opportunity to procure another spiritually-reactive exotic if one went up for auction.
The problem was that the auction hall did not list out the goods it was about to auction. Guests continually approached the auction workers in order to submit their high-value goods.
Just as Ves gave up on the idea of participating in the auction, he halted. After a brief consideration, he decided to take a risk.
He swept his spiritual senses outwards and into the auction hall.
This was a very risky course of action. Before, Ves only limited himself to extending his spiritual senses within arms length or a bit further if he wasn't allowed to get closer to the exotics for sale.
He didn't dare to leverage his Spirituality out of his body too much in case some monitors from the Five Scrolls Compact kept their eye on such phenomena.
Yet the auction hall's potential offerings simply tempted him too much. The goods up for auction should definitely be a cut above the rest!
As his spiritual senses stretched forward, he tried to sweep the interior of the theatre-like auction hall as fast as possible. In order to minimize the risks of discovery, he eschewed precision and depth in favor of speed and reach.
His spiritual senses stretched further than he had ever tried to do before in the material realm. Due to the dispersion of his senses, his sensitivity and discernment ability became worse!
Rather than carefully inspecting the interior of the auction hall, Ves instead swept out his spiritual senses in a rapid pulse that lasted less than a dozen seconds!
Like an active sensor that pulsed out a signal and awaited a return signal, Ves only sought to ascertain if his senses bumped into something unusual.
Surprisingly, his senses encountered two different bumps during the brief period of exploration!
The first instance occurred when his spirituality encountered a wall of some kind that blocked his senses from going any further. It was as if the object possessed the capability of blocking spiritual snooping!
"Useful!"
The second instance his senses encountered something remarkable was when he suddenly brushed against something large. His spiritual senses immediately became stagnant when it encountered the large object. It was as if it had entered into a swamp and got stuck in the morass!
Ves sensed a hint of something else buried deeper in the large object, but his sweep of the auction hall quickly finished.
Considering the continued risk of extending his spiritual senses so far, he reluctantly decided to retract them all. In any case, he got what he wanted out of the attempt.
"Let's enter the auction hall." He abruptly spoke up again.
Nitaa didn't question his U-turn. Both of them calmly stepped in line and awaited their turn. Once they arrived at the front, Ves handed over his data chip which presented proof that he possessed enough firthals to compete in the auctions.
"Pass." The impassive guard said while handing back the data chip. "Behave yourself inside. Don't attack anyone inside and don't bid for something that is beyond your means to pay. We reserve the full right to ascertain whether you are violating our rules and dole out the necessary punishment. Is that clear?"
Though the warning sounded sketchy as hell, he heard the same spiel just before he entered the marketplace.
"We understand."
"Then make way and head inside. You are blocking the way."


After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy!

In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war!

Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings.

Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond!

His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm! However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation!

With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits.

This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last?

"Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!"

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Daniel is now 16 years old.
He's writing his fourth novel.
It's the only novel he's felt good about.
He started it around 3 months ago, but he had the idea around a year ago.
Daniel spent a lot of time planning it out and revising the original draft.
Although, Daniel still had his doubts on how effective he was at getting his message across.
𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩?
Daniel constantly wanted to get better.
To a certain extent, he would long for the feeling of hopelessness when he wrote something horrible, this would make it a good challenge for him. He loved to mold the junk in to something beautiful, or at the very least something palatable.
It was therapeutic to make something bad he wrote in to to something that he found worthy. It would fill him with glee whenever he improved his writing with his own two hands.
Daniel felt like he could do anything as long as he set out to do it.
He could make countless worlds, as big as the galaxy or as small as a coffin.
He enjoyed making something that no one else could, to explore an idea that no one else had thought of. And he could do this infinitely, there was no shortage of ideas.
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After about, a month of grueling revisions, Daniel sent in his novel to about 3 publishers.
One of them was the biggest publisher in the country, PolarBear Publishing. The other was McAllister Publishing. The third was a smaller publisher that's a part of PolarBear called Warriors Publishing.
The title of Daniel's novel was called "The Quiet Man." 
The novel starts out with a man on a park bench who is sitting quietly on a bench in front of his apartment. 
the man begin to list everything that is dear to him
Items in his apartment
material things
He talks about their placement in his apartment as he has memorized the position of everything in it.
Not everything is tidy or straight,
He does this is to throw people off, he doesn't want others to know that he likes things orderly
Many people are illustrated or talked about by this man
he talks about the lives of other people who walk by his apartment
he knows about their daily lives
he talk about his co-workers, he talks about what they hate, about what they love
they think that he is a normal man, he keeps to himself.
but he is a murderer
their is a man in his apartment, dead, 
he wants to keep his daily life
he likes his daily life
ever since he was little, he didn't seem to have much emotion, he didnt cry when his mother died, his father dislikes him, sometimes his father would beat him when he was drunk.
his father apoligized when he got older, he forgave him, he was never mad at him
his father lived a fullfiling end of his life, he died very content
he thought about his boss, his boss reminded him of his father, but his boss was not as good of a man.
his boss was a serial rapist, he knew the routes that his boss would take, he would **** women all over new york. 
His boss was very smart, he would make sure to days off to "take care of his mother" who had dementia. And even then he would only go on few occasion to satisfy his lust. One time he even did it during work hours, saying he had business plans.
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There were many clever aspects of Daniel's book, the most interesting was the relationships he had with those that were close to him. 
Often times, the main character would leave hints for people regarding the rapist and his identity, but no one ever catches on. 
One time, he even told his drinking buddy, that it was his boss. 
His friend just laughs it off.
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Warrior Publishing
"..."
Carl Jacobs was reading a manuscript sent in by a newbie author. His name was Daniel Hernandez.
"A Quiet Man"
This novel had been in the backburner for 2 weeks. 
The whole office had been backed up with new manuscripts ever since one of their novels blew up all over social media for its crass and less than favorable view of women in the US. 
This was also partly due to the author being a young woman, only 23 years old.
They had been quite excited about its release, but it even blew 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 their expectations. The book, "Caterwauling," even made it on the best sellers list. They were expecting it to get in to the top 10.
But, that's not what took Carl Jacobs attention at the moment. What had Carl glued to his seat was the book he was holding in his hands as it was so unbelievable that he had trouble understanding if it was a newbie author who wrote this.
Every part of it was filled with information, that made you want to understand more about the story. Every single aspect of this novel made you interested. 
Even the details about mundane things, like a comb on top of a desk, was interesting to him. 
He figured that whoever wrote this must have been writing for quite some time.
Immediately, after reading it, he decided to contact the author, rushing to be the first to contact him before his manuscript was snatched up.

Inspired by The Great Storyteller. I wanted to create my own version of this type of genre. There really aren't enough of things to read. A story about a young, up-and-coming author named Daniel. 

Daniel is a 16 year old boy, who likes to write and wants to publish his first book. Although, he didn't grow up with a whole lot of friends, the only thing that worries him is making his writing better.

Another pathetic day in my stupid immortal life . I am one of the reapers. We reapers are the servant of Thanatos. No mortal knows about our existance yet . Yeah , the Greek gods from the good old times still exist . Their life force is tied to the memories of mortals which include them . That's one of the reasons why you have a class on Greek mythology .
Anyways back to me . I am just like any other teenager you would see in NY during the day .2 feet , 2 hands 2 eyes and  1 nose . 
Most probably I have ran into you some time in your life . Blond hair and stormy grey eyes .
Reapers are usually ex demigods. ( Kids gods have with mortals )( ex means that they are supposed to be dead but have been chosen to help Thanatos with reaping and stuff.
My name is Bianca grace . I am 16 yrs old( if you go by my appearance ) . Welcome to my life. 
I have to reap 3 souls daily . I sometimes get sent to different continents to do reaping . The worst part about my job is that I have to explain the person what would happen if they donot accept their death and go to underworld. If they don't they will turn into  monsters who feed on mortals to live longer in the mortal world ( GROSS OUT ALERT :unlike the ones in doctor sleep because these monsters are super gross , have rotting body and  eat a mortal  completely , bones and internal organs included  ) I have to find and kill these monsters . After every 200 years , we get a change of city . ( Currently , I am in NY) This can soo not be a person's  dream career . And the only compensation is immortality . If I die in a fight ,I will most likely regenerate by the next day , ready for more pain( YAY ! ) . Just today I had to reap the soul of a little girl who was with her cat . Nah not the cat, just the girl( don't blame me , I get the monthly list of people who are gonna die from reaper headquarters ) . Anyway , it was easy to convince the girl . Her last words to me were to take care of her cat and feed her cat 5 times a day . I almost asked her if she had ever heard of an animal rescue center ( did I mention that I have pathetic people skills) but before I could say that ,  said that she was ready to go .  I just wanted to go back to my appartment and get some sleep . So, I simply cut of her life string and send her to the underworld where she would be send to fields of asphodel , elisyum or fields of punishment depending on her deeds  . ( There are two of those, one which is cut by the fates and the other which has to be cut by the reaper)

25
Shut up

"Hello, you." I am welcomed in a passionate kiss.

I place a hand on his shoulder, preventing him from going further once I felt his hand crawl underneath my shirt. Anger laid naked in his eyes, he's stressed. "What happened?" I massage his tensed shoulders.

"Nothing you have to worry about, baby." He pulls me in for another kiss. Not going any longer than a smack. 

"Doesn't seem like it." 

After a boring evening, I've decided to visit Stavros in his office. I have never been to the Philidelphian-Koenig merged manor before, this is one of the few firsts I've yet to check off my list. The guards and men seemed alarmed as I walk through the colossal halls and corridors. Fear and admiration all in one while their eyes follow me as I open the door to Stavros' office. A diverse group of men sat firmly around the long table. Stavros sat in a large chair that's fit for a king. Poker-faced. 

He talked limitedly, only opened his mouth when he felt the need to voice out his opinions. The men were like starved dogs awaiting for their owner to feed them. Most of the men did horribly in hiding their greed and hate. They put up with Stavros because they wanted power. Power hungry dogs. No one would say a thing, no one dared to. It's an unspoken rule to disrepect another made man. 

Among the long list of unspoken rules, this one was the most important one of all. Disrespecting means to question the man's power and honor. They knew that even if they be discordant to his ways, everyone in the oi mafiózoi would turn a blind eye on them. Stavros, although the being the youngest in this syndicate, holds a great amount of laudation and dominated them all. 

Cicero Philidelphia trained his grandson to be the best of the best. And so far, Stavros hasn't failed his grandfather yet. Schólio Cicero took great pride in his daughter, Stavros' mama: Andromena, true to her name. She really did rule over the hearts of the Philidelphia men. Both the schólio and the soldiers. Eventually, her charms reached the heart of the german schólio, Stavros' father: Duibhin Koenig. 

"Herr Koenig, we can't just keep our mouths shut. The Greeks are blaming you—" 

Stavros silenced him, "Let them blame me. I never back down from the truth. We all know what I did, let's not kid ourselves." 

"Herr, but what about the case of your father's death?" this intrigued me.

The men haven't noticed my presence yet, they were too invested in the meeting. All of them had their attention to Stavros; As for him, however, had his attention on the scattered papers in front of them. 

He massaged his temples. "Aldoph," the man named Adolph lifts his head up as soon as he heard his name.

"Yes, herr?" 

"What are the reports on that, and please... make it good or I swear to god, I will blow off all your asses." 

Adolph visibly cleared his throat. "T-the detectives have the files you've been asking for... Apparently, Mr. Duibhin had been roaming the streets of Boston when that happened."

"So, what does that have to do with his death?"

"Ahm, well, he was ambushed—"

A man caught my gaze. "Herr, gibt es Mädchen."

His cold gaze took my breathe away. His leer was followed by his men. With alarmed faces they turn to Stavros, silently asking what to do with me. I caught a man looking at my breasts. Unfortunately for him, Stavros seemed to have caught him as well. He leans on his side, whispered to the man that sat to his right. With a vicious look and a flick of his fingers, the man stood and saw the pervert out. 

I wasn't naive to not know what his fate was.

"Meine Herren, lassen Sie uns." They all stood at his command, like puppets. Swarming out of the room in a rush. A few of them glanced at me in suspicion as they went out. 

I bit my lip and greeted him. Only to be welcomed with a kiss. He pulled me to his lap and his arm loop around my waist. His heated gaze locked with mine.

"So, what are you doing here? D'you miss me, hmm?" he snubbed my words with another question. 

I concluded that maybe he doesn't wanna talk about it. My hands fondled with his hair, wrougthing his scalp in attempt to ease his stressed self. 

"Oh, I wouldn't say missed..." he raised a brow at this. "Alright, alright. Maybe I did, but only a fraction. I came here 'cause I was bored."

"This isn't a safe place for you to roam all due to boredom, little Hasi." 

I giggled at his endearment. "That's quite new, what does it mean?"

"My little bunny."

"I'm no bunny, though."

"To me, you are. Now, what do you want to do now that you've invaded my meeting?"

His hand on my thigh momentarily dissuaded me from ny thoughts. I endeavoured to swat his hand away; only to fail as he tightens his grip. The veins of his appendages popped. I draped my leg over the other in attempt to gather the lecherous thoughts that played in my head. 

Damn. His hand alone could impregnate a woman. Deary me, this man was so infruriatably hot.

"My hands could impregnate a woman, huh?"

Blushing would have been no problem, but what I did was go as red as a beetroot and radiate heat like a hot pan. You could have cooked a three course meal on my face. My hair shielded me from his vision, I could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he teased me. I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole. Though, there were times that I don't mind my word vomit... but, of all times I could've embarrassed myself. 

"Stop," I plant my hand down his lips. His chuckles filled my hearing, he caught my wrist and removed the hand that covered his mouth. 

"Make me." 

His teeth nipped on my helix. I swat his arm as I felt my cheeks burn. My whole body shook from chagrin. I peek at him through my lashes. His lips caught between his teeth, preventing himself to smile although the corners of his mouth gave him away. His lip ring shone under the iridescent light. 

"Shut up." I sulked to his joy.

"Aren't you scared?" 

"Scared of what?" he adjusts his figure to fit on top of mine. Catching my hand, he tweads our fingers together; kissing the top of my palm. 

"Scared of losing... someone, a position, or maybe your life."

"No, I'm programmed not to fear. Have been since I was ten. So, there's really not much advantage for anyone who wants me to descend the throne."

"What about me," that caught his attention. "What if... you lose me, are you afraid of that happening?"

"That won't happen, I'll always be there to protect you. I won't allow even a molecule of harm get to you."

I carress his jaw. "Stav, I'm asking theoretically."

"No."

Vernamina Elixir, a complete disaster. Ever since the split of her parents, her father set foot into the underground business. At the young age of 12 she was awoken by the harsh world. That all until she met Stavros Koenig. The Philidelphian heir that would rip the world in half if she asked. He would do anything for her, he was her servant. Asked to be put in a marriage filled with uncertainty and love, what if his intentions weren't all she thought? Would they bend and break or will they survive the obsticles that comes between them?


Status: on-going
Start: April 27, 2020
English

made woman series: book 1
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After Felix toggled a good distance inside the market, he lifted his hand, which had the AP bracelet attached to and called softly, "Queen, Please scan for those materials, Fountain Purity Drop, Darkstar Fly Dust, Golem Brass, Voidling's scales, and lastly, Uncommon Elemental Flower."
In a jiffy, the Queen used the AP bracelet scanning feature, making the bracelet emit invisible blue particles in 50 meters radius around Felix.
'I need to upgrade the bracelet.' Felix frowned his eyebrows at this limited range. He knew that the current new generation of Bracelets could allow the Queen to scan 500 meters or more. But for now, he focused on the materials. He just made a mental note to shop for another bracelet later on.
The players near him weren't surprised by his weird pose as a lot of players were doing the same in every part of the market. After all, in this market, there were thousands of sellers, yet no search bar to facilitate finding what one wanted.
Soon, the Queen finished her scanning and informed him, 'I found four materials of the mentioned list in those marked sellers."
Felix looked around and saw four sellers marked in red particles by the Queen. He thanked her and moved towards the nearest one of them.
After arriving near the seller, he saw that there was a small crowd of players that was surrounding him. though only one player was actually talking to the seller as the rest were gazing in focus at nothing.
Ignoring this sight, Felix aimed his bracelet at the huge hologram before him and the content of it was copied in his bracelet. 
After doing so, he went to an empty spot and stood like the others gazing at nothing. Though, that what appeared to the rest but for Felix, he was browsing items on an invisible holographic list.
This list was exactly the same as the prize pool list he had in his games. From the limited hundred items to the limited stock available to trade. The only difference between them was that none of the items were the same! Except of course the elemental stones.
"Got you!" After scrolling down to the bottom of the list, Felix showed a faint grin at finding the Darkstar Fly Dust. Plus, there were still 10 grams available in the stock! Though, Felix needed only 4 for the potion.
He already bought 1 gram from the Beethoven auction with 320 million SC! Yet now, he was looking at this material that cost just 1000 GP per gram!
Without wasting time, he closed the hologram and went to the seller.
"Trade or buy?" The seller asked him in a straightforward manner.
"I want to buy 4 grams of the Darkstar Fly Dust." Felix answered.
"As per the league's rules, please wire 4000 GP first and my 5% commission after the purchase." The seller informed Felix as he extended his AP bracelet to him.
Without an ounce of hesitation, Felix touched the seller's bracelet, sending him the needed amount. Felix was already familiar with the rules of the League, and he understood that he didn't need to worry about getting scammed or cheated out of his money.
Everyone here was a member of the League and based on rules, cheating another player had only one penalty, which was getting sent to mine elemental stones on mineral planets.
One should never forget that elemental stones get created in the most hellish environments, each based on the element. For example, fire stones could only be found on planets like Solaria planet, the one Felix played death race in!
Thus, those sellers could be trusted to not escape with his game points.
Ti-ring!
After hearing the sound of the notification, the seller withdrew his hand with a pleased smile on his face. He created a minimized version of the list and scrolled down until he located the material. He then clicked on buy four grams only and closed down the hologram.
"Contract or not?" The seller asked.
"Contract please." Felix replied expressionlessly.
Immediately after, the seller projected an invisible contract before Felix, entailing that Felix needed to pay him 5% of the total amount spent to buy the material. Reason? His labor fees!
That's right, his labor fees for reaching the gold rank and obtaining this randomized prize pool in his game!
You see, all of those players in the market were selling none other than items from the prize pools they obtained in their games!
Obviously, none of those items were actually belonging to them but to the SGA!
They were simply displaying the latest prize pool list they got after playing a game to those interested in the items they lucked out on.
This loophole was working only because players get 100 randomized items in the prize pool on each game. 
This meant, there was a high chance for a player to get not a single item or resource that he wanted while getting an item that was desperately needed by another player.
In other words, those two if they met, could totally trade items or buy them for each other with a small labor commission for the troubles.
This loophole was exiting for a long time now, and the SGA or the Queen never bothered to patch it up since it was actually beneficial for the Alliance's economy!
The players weren't doing anything wrong as they simply use their own game points which they earned rightfully in their games to buy items from other lists!
The only thing the SGA forbade was direct game points transfer. As for trading items or 'selling' them? They were never bothered about it.
Their indirect approval made this new emerging industry explode in popularity! to the point it got an official name: Prize Pool Free Trading.
Free Trading in the sense, every player in the platform no matter his rank was able to join as well, he just needed to play one game. That's all it took.
Felix literally could right now find an empty spot in the summit and display his prize pool with the intention to sell. 
Though, he would rather not embarrass him like this as he was still in bronze rank, which meant those items were also below the interest of probably every player in the League.
Thus, he only came here with the intention to buy the materials, nothing more, nothing less.
After finishing reading the contract that was filled with the usual known terms, Felix signed it and sent it back to the seller. Before getting told what to do, Felix touched the bracelet of the seller, wiring the 200 GP commission.
The seller nodded his head in satisfaction after seeing what he earned. He literally did absolutely nothing but display a list that belonged to the SGA and he earned 200 GP free. 
Though he did work his ass off to reach the gold rank, and that was something not any average joe could do.
Seeing his content expression, Felix smiled bitterly after remembering himself practicing this business on the Androxa's public market. 
Instead of getting rich players interested in buying from his prize pool, he was only getting commoners asking about what he was selling or even worse enforcers, trying to capture him due to selling without a permit.
This was one of the reasons in his previous life that got him obsessed with joining the Ivy League. The fact those sellers before him could just sit here and chill, yet game points fill their accounts without dropping a sweat. He always wanted to do the same, alas the trials were too hard for him.
"I believe you received the serial code of the materials?"
Felix's absent-mindedness was broken by the seller's polite question.
Felix nodded his head after he checked that indeed, four serial codes were added to his AP bracelet.
"Glad to do business with you." The seller gave him a polite smile and gestured with his hand for the player waiting behind Felix patiently.
Not wanting to block his business, Felix turned around and left, heading to the next seller that the Queen was marking. 
Felix wasn't afraid about the fact that his serial codes were known to the seller as the contract they signed forbade the seller from utilizing the code directly or indirectly.
Nothing could fool the Queen's vision.
...
15 minutes later...
Felix went through all of the marked sellers and obtained all the materials needed except for the last one.
The Uncommon Elemental Flower.
He spent around 19500 to buy 14 Fountain Purity drops, 1 Golem Brass, 4 Darkstar Fly Dust, and 2 Voidling's Scales. With the DawnTree leaf that he bought in the auction before, he currently only needed the All-elemental Flower and he could make contact with a witch to concoct the potion for him!
If it wasn't for the 2nd game and the massive amount of game points he obtained, he would have taken at least a year or so to gather those materials!
Though, he was still having difficulty finding the Uncommon Elemental flower. he continued to scan every once and a while, yet the Queen always gave him negative results.
Felix wasn't really surprised about the lack of this material as he knew that it was extremely useful to any bloodliner alive. This put him in a pickle as this material was a must-buy since it was the core of the potion!
It was known for being split into three grades, Common Element Flower, which possessed a petal for each of the 7 known common elements.
Uncommon Elemental Flower possessed a petal for those 7 common elements in addition to every uncommon element in the universe. Finally, the All Elemental Flower, which had every single element whether it's known or not. Sadly, this flower already went extinct.
This flower had many uses besides being a core material to the elemental potion. The most known use was actually ingesting it directly. 
Doing so helps to increase the affinity rating by 3%! Though, it was a must to have an element corresponding to a petal for that effect to take place.
For Felix, who needed the Uncommon Flower to make an Elemental Potion that had all the elements except for the rare ones, this made it challenging for him to acquire one.


Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him.

but fate hadn't given up on him!

he woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul.

 In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life.

he swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being!


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Wugui Kochiro carried the Earth-God Instruments and headed to the Scarlet Moon Auction Market. Considering he was quite familiar with the place and people here, asking him to do this job would save Chen Xiaobei a lot of time and trouble. As for Chen Xiaobei, he walked around the Taobao Market alone. The place looked exactly like the markets which Chen Xiaobei frequented back on earth. The sellers were selling a large variety of items. There were weapons, medicine, stones, animal skins, and decorative items. All these things that they sold shared a common trait – all of them were of a certain vintage!
They looked like they had been around for a very long time. In spite of that, the regular shopper would have mistaken this place to be a market that sold only antiques. Only the professionals would be able to spot priceless and invaluable items amongst all the old items. Sometimes, experts who got lucky would be able to purchase something valuable for an extremely low price.
The amateurs, on the other hand, would usually buy something useless with an unreasonably high price. Thus was the natural order of human nature; greed. Though they knew that the risk of getting scammed was high, a lot of amateurs would still rush into this particular marketplace to try their luck in getting their hands on some rare trinket.
"There are really some good things here!" exclaimed Chen Xiaobei while passing by all those stalls. In all honesty, Chen Xiaobei was actually an amateur as well. It was true that he knew a lot about medicinal raw materials but not the other stuff. However, he possessed a skill called the Eight Diagrams of Godly Prediction! Through that, he gained the ability to see each object emitting a different kind of aura. The ones which shone with golden-purple aura were the most valuable amongst all of them.
After walking for a while, Chen Xiaobei spotted at least three items that emitted golden-purple aura. Not to be fooled, the sellers of those items too, seemed pretty confident in the products that they sold. Clearly, they were going to ask for a hefty price if someone was interested in them, which was the reason why Chen Xiaobei chose to skip all of them.
Suddenly, he was attracted by a particular stall, of which, its seller was a rather pudgy man. He was staring at the woman that stood in front of him in a perverse manner. The woman in question had short hair and she was wearing a set of green attire. On her left arm, was a semi-hidden tattoo of a dragon tail. One could imagine that there was a tattoo of an entire coiling dragon tattooed on her entire arm. At first glance, one could have mistaken her as a guy.
If one paid close attention to her, she was actually very gorgeous. The close Chen Xiaobei paid led his eyes to notice a pair of voluptuous bosoms. This woman was the princess of Divine Dragon Starfield, Ling Qingfeng!
"My lady, how can I help you?" asked the seller while staring intently at her chest.
"Erm… Do you know where can I get all these items on my list?" asked Ling Qingfeng with her head drooped as she was looking at the list. Seemingly, she did not realize that the seller was staring at her in a perverted manner.
"Let me have a look…"
The fat man took the list and stared at Ling Qingfeng's body again.
"All these items are Three-star Earth-God items! Usually, ordinary people would never have the chance to get their hands on them! But, it would seem that you have come to the right person today!"
"So, you know where can I find all of them?"
"Not all! But, I know where you can find an Invisible Spirit Herb!"
"I knew it! There are so many experienced folks here! I knew that I would get some information here!"
"Look at your happy face! Business is business. I'm was not about to give out information for free!"
"I understand! Name your price! I will pay for the intel with my Spiritual Stones!"
"No… No… No… I don't need Spiritual Stones! Right now, I need a pretty lady like you! A masterpiece!"
"What do you mean by that?
Immediately, the smile was wiped off Ling Qinfeng's face.
"Hehe… Stop acting innocent over there! Just sleep with me for one night and I will tell you everything you need to know about the herb!"
"Do you have a death wish?!"
Ling Qingfeng was famous after her preference for women instead of men. All this while, she had always been disgusted by men. Being flirted like that meant that her final straw was broken. Right now, she just wanted to slaughter the disgusting man.
Unfortunately, she was now at Apocalypse Starfield!
"My lady, you do know that this is Black Tortoise's capital city, right? Using violence is strictly prohibited! If you dare to hit me, the soldiers will bring you in and decapitate you in front of everyone!"
"You…"
There were a lot of soldiers walking around the market to make sure that everything was in order. That was why, Ling Qingfeng did not dare to hit the fat man. Amongst the nine zones, Ling Qingfeng could do what she usually wanted but not in this place.
"Little lady! You don't have to hold on to your anger. I know you wouldn't dare to hit me here! There are only two options for you right now! Sleep with me for a night or get the hell out of here! Otherwise, don't interrupt my business!"
"You…"
Ling Qingfeng was so angry that she gritted her teeth but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Boss! What is this thing over here? It looks really special!" said Chen Xiaobei while holding a straw of herbs.
"You…"
Immediately, Ling Qingfeng managed to recognize Chen Xiaobei. But, she saw that Chen Xiaobei was subtly shaking his head at her. So, she did not say anything after that. 
"That is Six Flavored Yellow Earth Herb!" said the fat man, disinterested.
Clearly, this herb did not cost much. That was why the fat man was not happy that he could not take advantage of Chen Xiaobei.
"I knew it! This is the legendary men's treasure! I heard that it can strengthen a man's stamina on the bed!"
"You are right about that! This Six Flavored Yellow Earth Herb is at least 500 years old! Half a piece of it can make sure that you can do at least eight times a night, and it only costs 100 low-grade Spiritual Stones! What a bargain, right?"
"Deal!"


In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings - whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society - do, when a mysterious application pops up in a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out 'Red Packets'; while spouting nonsense the entire time?  
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NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER
September, 2007
SOUTH WALES, NY

I should introduce myself. I'm Trevor Ward Courier, the voice of this book. I usually go by Ward. So you can visualize me, I'm a white guy about about six feet high and one-seventy heavy. I look like someone of my ancestry, a European mutt: Irish, Scottish, German, and English, so far as we know. I have brown hair, blue-green eyes, a sharp nose, and kind of a long skull. I am an English teacher and department chairman at an independent boarding school in rural Western New York.
I experienced a lot of what you are going to read in these pages, and when you see the word "I" or "me" in here and it's not part of a quote, the observations presented should be mine. I have a pretty good handle on the things I didn't see from interviewing some of the other players. Those I can imaginatively recreate for you, and they will be in the third person voice and often the present tense. I write those scenes as if they're happening in a film.
This is going to be two rambling, discursive books, put into one for the purposes of e-publishing. They are not going to have the tightness of the literary masterpieces I admire, ones with that sense of no word out of place and none that should be added or axed. You may even find a few typos. I keep finding them, along with awkwardnesses and blunders. But now that I've decided to write it, I have to get this story out.
This book is going to hop around in a couple of different plot tracks that took place over the span of five years. Things were happening at different times across the Americas, and from the way things came together in the end, I figured the best way to present them was in their rough chronology. A certain portion of this book, too, is comprised of my published writings exactly as they appeared, so you can see what there was in them that drew the official interest that brought me into the action. I will do my best at keeping them clear so you can keep it all straight.
I have a master's degree in British literature and know my way pretty well around European lit in general. I have a side-interest, though, that is my real niche of specialization in life: the paranormal. I'm the authority in my home region, upstate New York, though largely due my handful of books and the lack of any serious competition. I'm a reasonable scholar and interpreter of paranormal subjects and situations in general.
I have the local reputation of being a psychic detective, which I do nothing to encourage. Possibly because it is the handiest thing for people to get their heads around, it is impossible to talk people out of thinking it. I don't like false titles, but the impression certainly helps my research. I get called in on cases I would never have heard about otherwise. Lest you start getting images of the caped Dr. Strange or Dion Fortune's fictional Dr. Taverner, though, I should clarify that I am more of a historian and folklorist. I am no exorcist, either. Wouldn't touch the stuff without a Hell of a lot more training, as in, a career's worth.
There are plenty of ghost hunters in the upstate, some of them reasonably prominent. If you want an expert at running around in the dark with surveillance gadgets, any one of them would be better than I am. The upstate likewise has loads of psychics, at least people who say they are, plus UFO-geeks, exorcists, gurus, mystics, cult-leaders, spiritual healers, and representatives of just about every alternative -ism you can think of. Western New York, after all, was the home of so many alternative religious cults and communities that early in its days of white settlement it was nicknamed things like "the Burned-over District" and "the Spirit Way." It was as if the first observers thought there could have been something special about the territory itself. This is also classic Seneca country, and the insights of one of their prominent young elders is a major factor in the events these pages unfold.
I, however, am none of the above. I'm a profiler. I operate toward the paranormal with an almost Cartesian - "I think, therefore I am" - system of affirming by doubting. I'm like Peter Sellers' Inspector Clouseau: "I believe everything and I believe nothing." I start by presuming that everything I hear is just a report - human testimony. It can't all be true; I can't presume it's all false. I look for parallels in time, place, and tradition, and work back from there toward a consensus of likelihood. While certainty may not await us in any of these subject areas, there is a surprising amount you can learn through these means.
In matters paranormal, I record what people say and interpret what they have written. I try to make my conjecture based on broad patterns, not the testimony of single persons and certainly not on my own feelings or intuitions. I do not discount supernatural explanations for things; I merely save them for the last possibility standing. And I do not project meaning onto incoherent situations, either.
Under the pen name Mason Winfield, I've written a couple books about the supernatural-paranormal history of my home region, Western New York, as well as other books on the War of 1812 and the traditions of the upstate Native American League of Six Nations, the Iroquois/Hodenosaunee. I also have a website and publish many articles in magazines and papers in a typical year. Some people are convinced there really is a Mason Winfield. Hah. Does that sound like a real name? Mason Winfield? Who would name their kid Mason Winfield?
There are other people in upstate New York who write about paranormal subjects. My real niche is my broad base and my historic, objective take on the people, places, and events in the supernatural-paranormal past and present of my home region. If somebody wanted a crash course in the upstate paranormal, I would be the natural person to come to. If somebody wanted help interpreting any regional development that seemed related to any paranormal subject, I would typically get that first call.
One morning in September 2007 I checked my mailbox in the faculty lounge and spotted one of the notorious pink notes used to record messages for the faculty that come in through phone calls. This one was a summons to meet with Prescott Burns, our venerable headmaster, right after lunch in his office. "Prez," we called him, or "PB." There were variants among the faculty, like "Peanut Butter," and, "the Sandwich," and "PB-and-J," which of course evolved into just "and-J," sounding often like "NJ." "Talkin' to the Sandwich," one of us might say about heading to a meeting with him, or even, "Going to lunch," or "Brown-bagging it." My colleagues are inveterate nicknamers. Even people like me who don't pick up nicknames anywhere else get them here. If you're sensitive, don't work here.
Because of my initials - TWC, which I use to sign the countless passes and memos we exchange every day - I'm often referred to as "Cable Guy," after Time Warner Cable. Sometimes it's shortened to "T-Dub," or just "Cable." Sometimes it's "Larry," after the comedian, "Larry the Cable Guy." When I was a kid I went by my first name a lot, and people who have known me for a long time often call me "Trev." My mother has always called me "Trevor."
Sometimes a call to the boss' office is a trouble-sign, but I couldn't think of anything this one could be about. I hadn't skipped a study hall or gym duty, had a major fight with a student or colleague, spoken indiscreetly to a trustee, or shown up massively late for anything. At least not recently. That I could recall. I went in as a blank slate.
It was a bright afternoon about 1:45. I found PB in the little lobby of his spacious office conducting a meeting with the math chairman and the bookstore manager. He had his non-confidential meetings here.
I always liked the way PB dressed, like the classic New England headmaster. That day he had on dark grey pants, a powder blue Oxford shirt, and a brown herringbone tweed that went really well together. I could have done without the bow-tie - I've never once worn one - but that was an occasional given with PB. His full head of impeccably clipped white hair was a living landmark on the campus. It stood out against a crowd of campus walkers like a torch in the darkness. He got up when he saw me and met me at the door.
"Ward, I've got a call in from Ted Bennett. He's the head of the local FBI. He's asked me about you and I told him you're no terrorist. He'd like to speak to you in his office in the city. Can you get in there to see him sometime soon?"
"Well, sure," I said. "Any idea what it's about?"
"I'm pretty sure it's got something to do with one of your books," he said. "Sounds like a research question and he'd like to discuss it in person."
"I'll call him," I said.
"If you can do anything to help Ted out, I hope you'll give it due consideration," said Prescott Burns. "His dad was on the Pennsylvania with me when we were both just a little younger than you. And give him my best. I haven't seen him since he was in Sunday School."




Author:
Author, teacher, storyteller, and supernatural historian Mason Winfield studied English and Classics at Denison University, earned a master’s degree in British literature at Boston College, and studied poetry and fiction at SUNY Buffalo with professor emeritus and MacArthur grant recipient Irving Feldman. He has written or edited fourteen books, including the regional sensation “Shadows of the Western Door” (1997) and “Iroquois Supernatural,” co-authored with Michael Bastine, on the traditions of the Six Longhouse Nations (Inner Traditions International/Bear & Company, 2011). Several of his surveys of upstate folklore and paranormal tradition may be found at the website of Western New York Wares: www.buffalobooks.com. He may be reached at www.masonwinfield.com.

An anatomically perfect human jaw fashioned of diamond-hard quartz crystal is uncovered at an Ohio burial mound and sold on the underground antiquities market. Shortly after, three pothunters are found dead.

A mysterious new drug suspected of South American origin surfaces in Buffalo, NY. Its unprecedented psycho-tropic effects include the momentary activation of ESP. 

Blind, speechless, emaciated street people start appearing in many parts of the world. An urban legend-cycle forms around them, and the name of a murderous old cult, “the Whistlers” attaches to them.

An archaeological team at a Mayan site reports finding a bizarre artifact and vanishes. 

An upstate schoolteacher’s book of New York legends and folklore foreshadows these developments and more. 

   These are the threads – plus his affair with a maddening woman – that draw narrator Ward Courier into the international adventure of occultism, terror, Native American tradition and onrushing prophecy that is Mason Winfield’s anticipated new novel THE WHISTLERS. By the time the picture of THE WHISTLERS becomes clear, we are ready to believe in a sinister conspiracy that could predate Atlantis and even hail from another world.

Although Spielberg looked calm, his heart was already fluttering. It was the end of last year when he came across Michael Crichton's novel that was one of the best-sellers as stated in the 'New York Times'. By just briefly browsing through, he had the thought of making it into a film.
He later sent someone to get in touch with Crichton, but it turned out that the film adaptation rights were already sold. Feeling disappointed, he gave up on the thought. However, he did not expect a young director whom he only met once to be asking him to produce the novel into a film!
"Why do you think that I'm a suitable person to produce this film?" Spielberg was feeling unusually confused at that moment, but he asked calmly after taking a look at the book, "Aren't you a good director too?"
"If this was done 7 or 8 years later, I won't deny that I would be able to produce the film perfectly, but I can't do it now. I can control the plot very well, but I'm helpless in handling big scenes." Adrian shook his head. "I'm sure I don't need to elaborate on why you're the best fit. Your imagination is out of the world, you're able to handle films very well, and you strike a good balance between art and business. I can't think of anyone else who's suitable to do it."
"Many other directors can do it." Spielberg grinned. "I must say that your persuasion was very moving, but unfortunately, I might have to disappoint you, Eddy."
"Can you tell me your concerns?" Adrian raised his eyebrows but did not express his disappointment at all.
'You're good at keeping your composure,' Spielberg said to himself.
"I have many. For instance, how do you plan on operating? What's the budget? On top of that, making lifelike dinosaur models is a difficult problem." He gave a few examples.
Nonetheless, Adrian was clearly well-prepared. "We've done a detailed estimation in advance. The investment will be around 50 to 60 million dollars, my company will contribute around 20 million dollars, I can get 20 million dollars from my friend, Universal will give 20 million dollars if they're willing to join in, or I'll personally fork out 20 million dollars if they're not willing to. For operations, we'll let you have all the power, and my company will only supervise the financial operations. The script will be written by Michael and me, of course, you can use someone from your side too, but Michael must be involved.
"That's a lot of money involved." Even Spielberg was rather shocked about the plan. Although the trend of a huge investment became more obvious since the end of the '70s, there were still not many films with an investment of 50 or 60 million dollars.
Adrian smiled, then added, "For the dinosaur models, I believe that Mr. George Lucas' Industrial Light & Magic will be more than happy to do the job. Besides, don't you think that lifelike dinosaur models made using a computer will attract more attention?"
"Computer production?" Spielberg squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin.
"Yes, computer production." Adrian nodded. "My company is planning to invest in a film at the moment, so I visited their studio yesterday, where they produced a liquid metal cyborg on the computer. It's not perfect, but it's shocking enough. I believe that with enough funds, and Industrial Light & Magic's techniques, it's possible to produce dinosaurs that seem extremely real on screen!"
"A liquid metal cyborg? Did you mean 'Terminator 2' that's being produced by James Cameron?" Spielberg took a deep breath and was forcing himself to remain calm. Honestly, for a few seconds, he really wanted to accept Adrian's offer.
"Yes," Adrian answered firmly. "We looked up a lot of information and interviewed many professionals. Theoretically, CGs (TN: Computer Graphics) that are close to being real is doable, so most of the 60 million dollars invested are going to be spent on that. If you're willing to, I can ask someone to bring related schedule reports for you to take a look at before you decide."
Spielberg fell silent. He put one of his hands on the other and rubbed his thumbs against each other. It could be seen behind Spielberg's oval glasses that he was looking down, and Adrian could not figure out his thoughts.
A few minutes later, Spielberg finally looked up and exhaled. "I'm very sorry, Eddy, my answer won't change."
Adrian frowned. "May I ask why?"
"I've been bothered by some things lately, and I still have a film's post-production to work on, so I don't have time…"
"We can wait."
"That's not it… I'm sorry," Spielberg said, but his rejection was very vague. In actual fact, the reason he rejected the offer was simple. He simply did not like being controlled or being calculated.
It was a subtle feeling and could be considered from another perspective as a form of trust in him, as though everything was prepared for him to lead. The main point was that Spielberg had a contradicting impression of Adrian.
On one hand, Adrian's upbringing, quality, and his interesting thoughts for his previous film gave him a good impression; on the other hand, he felt that the young man considered benefits too much and was impatient. In addition, Spielberg was bothered by many other things such as his failed marriage, thus he did not want to accept the offer even though he was moved.
At last, he decided to reject the offer due to his contradicting thoughts. It was serendipitous as if he threw a paper ball to decide on an answer for a multiple-choice question, but many things in the world were fortuitous anyway.
The office was dead silent for a few minutes before Adrian spoke again, "Actually, there's one more term."
Spielberg was surprised. 'I've already rejected him to his face, how else can he convince me?' He gestured to Adrian to speak.
"Before I say it, I sincerely hope that you don't think that I'm threatening you or forcing you in any way." Adrian looked at Spielberg earnestly. "I wanted to bring this up last after you agree to be the director, and I don't have other intentions."
A short pause later, he mentioned, "If you agree to be the director and the producer, half of the net profit of this film will be invested in the film that you've been wanting to produce."
"Invest in the film that I've been wanting to produce?" Spielberg repeated, then trembled a little.
"Yes." Adrian nodded. "'Schindler's List'!"
…
After leaving Spielberg's office, Adrian sighed a long breath of relief. He finally managed to convince Spielberg, which was terribly difficult. Moreover, he could tell two things from their meeting even though he could not figure out Spielberg's thoughts.
'One, he likes 'Jurassic Park' very much, and is extremely interested in adapting it into a film; two, he seems to have some opinions about me, not many, but enough to affect his decision. Needless to say, it's the aftereffect of my hasty move that night.' Nevertheless, there was nothing he could do because he did not have enough time for his plan.
Fortunately, Adrian's trump card was effective, though he left out a point—Spielberg did not know the box office sales of 'Jurassic Park', thus he was naturally unaware of how much half of the net profit would be. Despite that, he agreed after looking at Adrian seriously for a long time.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"I'm sure!" Adrian replied solemnly.
Following that was silence for a few more minutes before Spielberg finally nodded. "Alright, I clearly don't have any reason to reject this anymore… But this will only take place in a few months."
Although Adrian left out a point, Spielberg completed it for him by thinking to himself. 'The more the film profits, the more the investment I get!'
Once Spielberg agreed, Adrian realized that there was naturally no need for him to add that point, because it would be beneficial for him. It was worth noting that 'Schindler's List' had a unique spot in the big director's heart, but it meant that Spielberg's impression of Adrian was going to deviate toward a bad one. No matter how sincere Adrian sounded before he brought it up, he was somewhat forcing Spielberg to accept the offer.
'It doesn't matter. When preparations for 'Jurassic Park' officially commences, I'll tell him that even if the film doesn't gross much, I'll guarantee him an investment of 20 million dollars for the shooting of 'Schindler's List',' Adrian thought to himself on his way home. He had only used half of his trump card, and he had plenty of opportunities in the future to use the other half, thus it would not be too late to rope Spielberg in later.
Adrian spared no effort to build a good relationship with the old Jewish man because he wanted to secure a broader network, as he knew that he had connections with Lucas and a few others, and was influential in Hollywood. Especially the Jew network, while there were many anti-Semitic extremists in America, it was undeniable that the Jews were relatively powerful, whereby the upper class in the country was somewhat wary of them. If Adrian knew how to utilize his identity, he could easily achieve success one way or the other.
With that, he settled Spielberg, 'Jurassic Park', 'Schindler's List', and even invested in 'Terminator 2'. Hence, he rested for a few days at home and watched the 63rd Academy Awards on March 25th.
It was not much different from what he remembered. 'Dances with Wolves' was the big winner by winning Best Picture, Best Director, Best Screenplay Based on Material from Another Medium, Best Cinematography, and a few other awards. Unfortunately, Kevin Costner had the same miserable fate as Clint Eastwood, because they would never win Best Actor in their lives.
Adrian was not very interested in the awards ceremony, because he knew that he would be attending it next year. After his break, he would begin preparing for his new film—'The Shawshank Redemption'!


In the ‘90s era, Adrian Cowell was just a rich young man living it up in Los Angeles who had spent years in indulgence and often caused trouble. Unable to allow his behavior to continue, his parents changed their will before their passing and he was no longer able to live as extravagantly as he did before. However, Adrian's fate took a turn one night while trying to fix his bedside lamp which led to Zhang Haoxuan, a man from the future who had time-traveled after being intoxicated, to possess his body.
Assuming his new identity as ‘Adrian’, he utilizes his absurd memory for films in his former life as Zhang Haoxuan, as well as Adrian’s wealth and connections, to replicate films that have been produced in the future — determined to dominate the Hollywood scene.
Watch Adrian as he rises to be the king of Hollywood, a figure who will be envied by many!


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