A boy, named Zayn, member of famous boy band 1D and the son of one of the richest man in London decided to pursue his degree in London business school to help his father in his business later. 

 One young girl, y/n, from a middle class family from India dreamt of studying in London business school and got a chance too. But she is lost in the vast and complicated world of London and felt lonely. Facing too many problems, will she be able to get her aim fulfilled? Will she be able to make the young man, Zayn, realize what actual love is?

Everyone was very happy when the new member joined them. 

Uomi had also come after she was done with her student council and didn't show a surprised expression when she saw Azusa join as a new member. 

"Why are you not surprised?" Yukari asked. 

"Hmm, loli attribute? I think she is suitable to join," Uomi said with a serious expression. 

"......" 

Yuuki was speechless and asked, "Is there something in the student council? If you're busy, you can take a break since you need to take an exam next year." 

"It's alright. I have got a recommendation," Uomi answered with a smile while hugging him. 

"......." 

"That's right. There is a school festival later. Can you help to perform there?" Uomi asked. She knew with Yuuki and Yukari their school festival would be very great. She didn't ask Mio, Ritsu, Yui, Mugi, and Azusa to join since their school was different. 

"I'll help you." 

Yukari and Yuuki nodded since they could support their school at this school festival. 

They didn't go back directly but went back to the recreation room again since Rossweisse had something important to talk about with everyone. 

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"LONDON!!!!!" 

Everyone exclaimed when they heard it. 

"Really? London?" Yui seemed happy. 

"Hello... What's your name..... How are you....." Ritsu said with a broken English language. 

It is quite normal for the people in this country to have a strange pronouncement in the English language.

"London....." Mio said softly, but her eyes were full of excitement. 

"Yay! We can go out together!" Mugi was also happy. 

Azusa looked at Yuuki and asked, "Are we really going to go to London?" She had just joined the band but she didn't expect her to suddenly need to go to London. 

Yuuki also felt a bit surprised and asked, "From who does this job come from?" He felt quite curious since the concert was in a foreign country.

"It's from the government," Rossweisse answered. 

"Government? Really? How come?" Sawako was surprised. 

"It's an exchange culture. They have invited us to sing at their event in London," Rossweisse said. She was quite excited and wondering whether Yuuki would accept this job. 

Yuuki thought that this job wasn't that simple. He felt like someone had pulled the string behind him for the job. 'Is it dad?' He was wondering whether his father would ask him for an exaggerated job later when he had arrived in London. 

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"Achooo!" Issei sneezed. He wiped his nose while looking at the poster of the exchange culture with London and also a contract of job. He grinned and thought about his eldest son. He knew that his son would accept the job. 

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"Yuuki, will you accept this job?" Yukari asked. 

"It's also a good place for a honeymoon!" Uomi said. She was quite excited when she thought that she would go to London with him. 

Yuuki who looked at everyone knew that he needed to accept this job since he could see that they were very excited. "Say, when is the date?" 

"It's three weeks from now. There is enough time for you to practice before going to London," Rossweissei said. She looked at Azusa and said, "Is it alright with Azusa?" 

"W - Well, I - I also want to go to London." Azusa nodded since she also wanted to see the home of The Beatles.

"How about your parents? You need to get permission from your parents before we have decided to go to London," Yuuki said. He knew that his father didn't really care where he had gone out but it was a different matter for them since they were still in high school. 

They nodded and would definitely get permission from their parents. 

"So you're going to accept this job?" Yukari asked. 

Yuuki nodded and said, "Yes. You also want to go there too, right?" 

Yukari smiled gently and nodded. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. "Thank you." She would also love to see the world before she graduated from high school. 

"It's alright." Yuuki nodded. 

Uomi also kissed him on his cheek since she was quite happy that she could go out with him. "London! I'll definitely get permission from my parents! Do I need to bring you a marriage certification?" 

"......." Yuuki twitched his lips and said, "That's too early." He didn't have an intention to marry in high school but he might do that after his graduation. 

Uomi pouted but didn't care much since she was only joking. 

Azusa, who was by their sides looking at this scene with a red face after seeing someone kissing each other in front of her eyes, was very intense for her who didn't have that much experience in that matter. "W - What's their relationship?" She didn't seem surprised when Yukari kissed Yuuki since they were a duet and a lot of people had shipped their relationship. She was quite surprised when Uomi also kissed Yuuki but Yukari didn't seem angry. 'What is this situation?' 

"They're dating," Mugi answered. 

"......" Azusa was surprised and asked, "Yuuki-senpai is dating two girls?!" She could see that both Yukari and Uomi were very happy. 

"Yes." Mugi nodded and didn't think that this scene was strange. 

Azusa saw Mugi's expression and everyone was wondering whether she was the one who was strange. 

"Yes. They're lovers." Yui nodded. 

Mio sighed looking at them but suddenly she thought that she could use the chance when they were in London to close their relationship. 

"Yes, Azunya. Yuuki is a big bad wolf. He will eat you later," Ritsu said, trying to scare her. 

Azusa wasn't scared but her face turned red when she thought that she would be eaten. 

"Who will eat who?" Yuuki said and knocked Ritsu's head. He was quite annoyed since a petite girl wasn't his type of girl. 

"It hurts!" Ritsu snorted while caressing her head. 

"Y - Yuuki-senpai will eat me?" Azusa asked while looking at him. 

"......." Yuuki was speechless looking at this pure girl. He could see that everyone was looking at him and one wrong move he might do here. He patted her head gently and asked, "What do you think?" He thought that this girl was so cute that he wanted to bully her a bit. 

Azusa's face turned bright red. "Y - Yuuki-senpai! W - We have just....."

"I was joking." Yuuki smiled and thought this girl was very easy to tease. 

Azusa was speechless but also felt quite disappointed. 

"Don't bully her again. Don't you have a promise?" Rossweisse said. 

"Oh, right. I'll go back late or I might not be going back tonight. I'll tell you later," Yuuki said and kissed each of them.

Rossweisse nodded and said, "Yes. I'll tell everyone." 

"Bye, everyone!" 

"Bye!" 

Yuuki went out since a cute mother-in-law had been waiting for him. 

"Where is he going?" Sawako asked. 

"Date."

"Eh?!" 

"...."

"EEEHHHHHHH!!!!" 

"Oh, right!" 

Suddenly everyone looked at Yuuki who had come back. 

"There's a concert a month and a half later at Amagi Brilliant Park," Yuuki said. 

"......" 

"EHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

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Crossing into the anime world and have a rescue system that will pop out a quest suddenly.

Can I get items and abilities after completion?

Do I have to travel to another world?

But before that Yuuki needs to save the world of otaku? Even though he is a Yakuza?

Everything start from here.

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Arnold Alois Schwarzenegger (/ˈʃvɑːrtsnɛɡər/;[1][a] German: [ˈaʁnɔlt ˈʃvaʁtsn̩ˌʔɛɡɐ]; born July 30, 1947) is an Austrian-American politician, actor, filmmaker, businessman, author, and former professional bodybuilder.[2] He served as the 38th Governor of California from 2003 to 2011. As of 2019, he is the most recent Republican governor of California.

Schwarzenegger began lifting weights at the age of 15. He won the Mr. Universe title at age 20 and went on to win the Mr. Olympia contest seven times, remaining a prominent presence in bodybuilding and writing many books and articles on the sport. The Arnold Sports Festival, considered the second most important professional bodybuilding event in recent years,[3] is named after him. He is widely considered to be one of the greatest bodybuilders of all time, as well as the sport's most charismatic ambassador.[4]

Schwarzenegger gained worldwide fame as a Hollywood action film icon. His breakthrough film was the sword-and-sorcery epic Conan the Barbarian in 1982, a box-office hit that resulted in a sequel.[5] In 1984, he appeared in the title role of James Cameron's critically and commercially successful science-fiction thriller film The Terminator. He subsequently played a similar Terminator character in most of the franchise's later installments, Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991), Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines (2003), Terminator Genisys (2015),[5][6][7] and Terminator: Dark Fate (2019). He has appeared in a number of other successful films, such as Commando (1985), The Running Man (1987), Predator (1987), Twins (1988), Total Recall (1990), Kindergarten Cop (1990), and True Lies (1994). Schwarzenegger married Maria Shriver, a niece of the 35th U.S. President John F. Kennedy and daughter of the 1972 Democratic vice presidential candidate and former Ambassador to France Sargent Shriver, in 1986. They separated in 2011 after he admitted to having fathered a child with another woman in 1997;[8] the divorce was finalized in 2017.

As a Republican, Schwarzenegger was first elected on October 7, 2003, in a special recall election to replace then-Governor Gray Davis. He was sworn in on November 17, to serve the remainder of Davis' term. He was then re-elected in the 2006 California gubernatorial election, to serve a full term as governor.[9] In 2011, he completed his second term as governor and returned to acting. Schwarzenegger was nicknamed "the Austrian Oak" in his bodybuilding days, "Arnie" or "Schwarzy" during his acting career, "The Governator" (a portmanteau of "Governor" and "Terminator") during his political career, and is commonly known in Japan as "Shuwa-chan" (シュワちゃん).


Early


Arnold Alois Schwarzenegger was born on July 30, 1947 in Thal, Styria[10] to Aurelia (née Jadrny; 1922–1998) and Gustav Schwarzenegger (1907–1972). His father was the local chief of police and had served in World War II as a Hauptfeldwebel after voluntarily joining the Nazi Party in 1938.[11] He was wounded in the Battle of Stalingrad,[12] but was discharged in 1943 following a bout of malaria. He married Schwarzenegger's mother on October 20, 1945; he was 38 and she was 23. According to Arnold Schwarzenegger, his parents were very strict: "Back then in Austria it was a very different world ... if we did something bad or we disobeyed our parents, the rod was not spared."[13] He grew up in a Catholic family who attended Mass every Sunday.[14][15]

Gustav had a preference for his elder son, Meinhard, over Arnold.[16] His favoritism was "strong and blatant", which stemmed from unfounded suspicion that Arnold was not his biological child.[17] Schwarzenegger has said that his father had "no patience for listening or understanding your problems."[14] He had a good relationship with his mother and kept in touch with her until her death.[18] In later life, he commissioned the Simon Wiesenthal Center to research his father's wartime record, which came up with no evidence of Gustav being involved in atrocities, despite his membership in the Nazi Party and Sturmabteilung (SA).[16] Gustav's background received wide press attention during the 2003 California recall campaign.[19]

At school, Schwarzenegger was reportedly academically average, but stood out for his "cheerful, good-humored, and exuberant" character.[14] Money was a problem in their household; Schwarzenegger recalled that one of the highlights of his youth was when the family bought a refrigerator.[17] As a boy, he played several sports, heavily influenced by his father.[14] He picked up his first barbell in 1960, when his soccer coach took his team to a local gym.[10] At the age of 14, he chose bodybuilding over soccer as a career.[5][6] He later said, "I actually started weight training when I was 15, but I'd been participating in sports, like soccer, for years, so I felt that although I was slim, I was well-developed, at least enough so that I could start going to the gym and start olympic lifting."[13] However, his official website biography claims that "at 14, he started an intensive training program with Dan Farmer, studied psychology at 15 (to learn more about the power of mind over body) and at 17, officially started his competitive career."[20] During a speech in 2001, he said, "My own plan formed when I was 14 years old. My father had wanted me to be a police officer like he was. My mother wanted me to go to trade school."[21]

Schwarzenegger took to visiting a gym in Graz, where he also frequented the local movie theaters to see bodybuilding idols such as Reg Park, Steve Reeves, and Johnny Weissmuller on the big screen.[13] When Reeves died in 2000, Schwarzenegger fondly remembered him: "As a teenager, I grew up with Steve Reeves. His remarkable accomplishments allowed me a sense of what was possible when others around me didn't always understand my dreams. Steve Reeves has been part of everything I've ever been fortunate enough to achieve." In 1961, Schwarzenegger met former Mr. Austria Kurt Marnul, who invited him to train at the gym in Graz.[10] He was so dedicated as a youngster that he broke into the local gym on weekends, so that he could train even when it was closed. "It would make me sick to miss a workout... I knew I couldn't look at myself in the mirror the next morning if I didn't do it." When Schwarzenegger was asked about his first movie experience as a boy, he replied: "I was very young, but I remember my father taking me to the Austrian theaters and seeing some newsreels. The first real movie I saw, that I distinctly remember, was a John Wayne movie."[13]

Schwarzenegger's brother, Meinhard, died in a car crash on May 20, 1971.[10] He was driving drunk and died instantly. Schwarzenegger did not attend his funeral. Meinhard was engaged to Erika Knapp, and they had a three-year-old son named Patrick. Schwarzenegger paid for Patrick's education and helped him to move to the U.S.[17] Gustav died on December 13, 1972, from a stroke.[10] In Pumping Iron, Schwarzenegger claimed that he did not attend his father's funeral because he was training for a bodybuilding contest. Later, he and the film's producer said this story was taken from another bodybuilder to show the extremes some would go to for their sport and to make Schwarzenegger's image colder to create controversy for the film.[22] However, Barbara Baker, his first serious girlfriend, recalled that he informed her of his father's death without emotion and that he never spoke of his brother.[23] Over time, he has given at least three versions of why he was absent from his father's funeral.[17]

In an interview with Fortune in 2004, Schwarzenegger told how he suffered what "would now be called child abuse" at the hands of his father: "My hair was pulled. I was hit with belts. So was the kid next door. It was just the way it was. Many of the children I've seen were broken by their parents, which was the German-Austrian mentality. They didn't want to create an individual. It was all about conforming. I was one who did not conform, and whose will could not be broken. Therefore, I became a rebel. Every time I got hit, and every time someone said, 'You can't do this,' I said, 'This is not going to be for much longer because I'm going to move out of here. I want to be rich. I want to be somebody.'"[11]

Schwarzenegger served in the Austrian Army in 1965 to fulfill the one year of service required at the time of all 18-year-old Austrian males.[10][20] During his army service, he won the Junior Mr. Europe contest.[6] He went AWOL during basic training so he could take part in the competition and then spent a week in military prison: "Participating in the competition meant so much to me that I didn't carefully think through the consequences." He entered another bodybuilding contest in Graz, at Steirerhof Hotel, where he placed second. He was voted "best-built man of Europe", which made him famous in bodybuilding circles. "The Mr. Universe title was my ticket to America—the land of opportunity, where I could become a star and get rich."[21] Schwarzenegger made his first plane trip in 1966, attending the NABBA Mr. Universe competition in London.[20] He would come in second in the Mr. Universe competition, not having the muscle definition of American winner Chester Yorton.[20]

Charles "Wag" Bennett, one of the judges at the 1966 competition, was impressed with Schwarzenegger and he offered to coach him. As Schwarzenegger had little money, Bennett invited him to stay in his crowded family home above one of his two gyms in Forest Gate, London. Yorton's leg definition had been judged superior, and Schwarzenegger, under a training program devised by Bennett, concentrated on improving the muscle definition and power in his legs. Staying in the East End of London helped Schwarzenegger improve his rudimentary grasp of the English language.[24][25] Living with the Bennetts also changed him as a person: "Being with them made me so much more sophisticated. When you're the age I was then, you're always looking for approval, for love, for attention and also for guidance. At the time, I wasn't really aware of that. But now, looking back, I see that the Bennett family fulfilled all those needs. Especially my need to be the best in the world. To be recognized and to feel unique and special. They saw that I needed that care and attention and love."[26]

Also in 1966, while at Bennett's home, Schwarzenegger had the opportunity to meet childhood idol Reg Park, who became his friend and mentor.[26][27] The training paid off and, in 1967, Schwarzenegger won the title for the first time, becoming the youngest ever Mr. Universe at the age of 20.[20] He would go on to win the title a further three times.[6] Schwarzenegger then flew back to Munich, where he attended a business school and worked in a health club (Rolf Putziger's gym, where he worked and trained from 1966 to 1968), returning in 1968 to London to win his next Mr. Universe title.[20] He frequently told Roger C. Field, his English coach and friend in Munich at that time, "I'm going to become the greatest actor!"[28]

Schwarzenegger, who dreamed of moving to the U.S. since the age of 10, and saw bodybuilding as the avenue through which to do so,[29] realized his dream by moving to the United States in October 1968 at the age of 21, speaking little English.[6][10] There he trained at Gold's Gym in Venice, Los Angeles, California, under Joe Weider's supervision. From 1970 to 1974, one of Schwarzenegger's weight training partners was Ric Drasin, a professional wrestler who designed the original Gold's Gym logo in 1973.[30] Schwarzenegger also became good friends with professional wrestler Superstar Billy Graham. In 1970, at age 23, he captured his first Mr. Olympia title in New York, and would go on to win the title a total of seven times.[20]

The immigration law firm Siskind & Susser has stated that Schwarzenegger may have been an illegal immigrant at some point in the late 1960s or early 1970s because of violations in the terms of his visa.[31] LA Weekly would later say in 2002 that Schwarzenegger is the most famous immigrant in America, who "overcame a thick Austrian accent and transcended the unlikely background of bodybuilding to become the biggest movie star in the world in the 1990s".[29]

In 1977, Schwarzenegger's autobiography/weight-training guide Arnold: The Education of a Bodybuilder became a huge success.[10] In 1977 he posed for the gay magazine After Dark.[32][33] Due to taking an assortment of courses at Santa Monica College in California (including English classes), as well as further upper division classes at the University of California, Los Angeles as part of UCLA's extension program, Schwarzenegger had by then accumulated enough credits so as to be "within striking distance" of graduation. In 1979 he enrolled in the University of Wisconsin–Superior as a distance education student, completing most of his coursework by correspondence and flying out to Superior in order to meet professors and take final exams. In May 1980, he formally graduated and received his bachelor's degree in business administration and marketing. He got his United States citizenship in 1983.[34]

Schwarzenegger said that during this time he encountered a friend who told him he was teaching Transcendental Meditation (TM), which prompted Schwarzenegger to reveal that he had been struggling with anxiety for the first time in his life: "Even today, I still benefit from [the year of TM] because I don't merge and bring things together and see everything as one big problem."[35]

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Daniel:
"Ma I can work at the restaurant at night after I get out of the office." 

           Daniel listened to his mother ramble on about how she was scared the restaurant would go under because she hurt herself and couldn't work as much as she wanted. Daniel sighed and rubbed his hand across his face and just continued to listen to his mother ramble on about how his father was to busy with work. And, he was to busy traveling for work to help her and what was she going to do? Daniel scooped a lock of hair out of his face, he thought once again about cutting it off. But, then he remembered her playing with it and how she loved it when he was growing it out, so he always changed his mind. 

       His mother screeching brought him back to the present. She went on some more about how the restaurant was her dream not his fathers and his father just let her do it to indulge her, but she wished that he would help her out more. But, his father wouldn't do anything to help her and said that this was just her hobby especially since Daniel was grown and working. Daniels father felt that his wife should stay at home and be a housewife.

       Daniel and his family had moved to New York right after he had graduated high school because his dad's company had given him another big promotion. Daniel hadn't wanted to leave California and his friends, but he had convinced himself that they would all be going to separate colleges and we're going to probably lose touch anyway. Plus, his dad had convinced him that he was needed to help his mother and he could save money by going to an in-state college and stay at home

 "Ma, I have to get back to work this company isn't going to run itself." 

 Lu Yi could only stand by and squeeze his hands and listen to the bosses mother yelling about something. Daniel looked up and covered the phone. "Go get lunch while I finish up with my mother." Lu Yi nodded and was eager to rush out. Daniel went back to listen to his mother complained.  But, this time about Daniel not eating enough and being too skinny. Then she started bugging him about needing a wife so that she could have grandchildren before she died. His mother was sixty she wasn't dying anytime soon, which prompted his mother into another rampage about him getting a wife and grandchildren before she was too old to play with them. After about twenty minutes of that, Daniel finally hung up the phone and turned back to his computer. 

A message popped up on his computer from Facebook and then Instagram. Daniel pulled up Facebook first. It was a picture of his friend Allison smiling eating ice cream with her son. They were smiling joyously at the camera with ice cream all over their faces. He missed Allison, out of all his high school friends, she was who he missed the most.

 Daniel remembered when they first met in high school. It was their sophomore year. Daniel's father had moved the family from China to San Diego because he received a promotion and his dad's company wanted to open an international division. So, here he is the skinny, pimply face, glasses wearing new kid in a new school, whose English wasn't that good. He had learned English before moving here to the U.S. but he still wasn't that good, therefore he was the awkward kid in the school. 

Halfway through the year, some guys had started bulling him and even though he fought back. One day they all jumped him and there were too many of them and he caught a serious beating. Then Allison runs up like a beautiful warrior woman, pepper spraying the guys and calling the school security guards. She stayed with him the whole time he was in the infirmary and talked to him about any and everything to keep his mind off the pain. He thought she was an amazing black angel, she had this beautiful caramel colored skin, big expressive brown eyes, her hair was in long pretty braids, and she had curves everywhere.

They soon became fast friends. Allison was sort of an outcast herself being only one of twenty black kids in the whole school of two thousand kids. She was lively and happy but didn't really fit into the I want to be the next best rapper scene like some of the black kids in school. Or the I am only into white guys/girls like my friends are scene. So, she stayed to herself most of the time or hung out with maybe three other friends. A white girl named Ann, a white guy named Keith, who was also Ann's boyfriend, and another Black girl named Rasheera and now him.

 Unbeknownst to Allison, Daniel started having a slight crush on her from the day she saved him.  Not just because she saved him, but also because she was beautiful. She had the most amazing personality, beautiful skin that was soft to the touch, and an awesome body that he craved to hold. It always amazed him the contrast between them. She was soft, lush, and curvy where he was skinny, wiry, and imply faced, glasses wearing teenager. Not now, now he was cut up from working out every day, the pimples had long cleared up, and the glasses had given way to contacts.

He wondered what Allison would think of him now, God he missed her so much, they became best friends after his incident and he would sit with her and her small group of friends, eventually becoming one of them. They would all go out together, eat lunch together, bought each other gifts, and talked or texted every day. Daniel didn't know how he would have gotten through high school without Allison and the others. They made him laugh when he wanted to cry, Allison would study with him when his mom and dad yelled at him about his grades. 

They kept the bullies away from him, mostly because Keith was on the football team and he was huge. So, no one wanted to mess with Daniel and possibly upset Allison, which would upset Ann, which would then, in turn, upset Keith. Who had no qualms about beating any and everyone up who upset Ann. He truly missed them, but it was his dad's fault that he couldn't stay with his friends. At the time Daniel hated his dad for it, but now as an adult, he understood, his dad at the time wanted the best for his family. 

But, throughout his whole high school experience his dad kept moving up the corporate ladder and finally, towards the beginning of his senior year, his dad received a promotion that moved them from San Diego to Los Angeles. 

 It was heartbreaking to leave Allison, but he was okay because it was only a two-hour difference so they started visiting each other on the weekends. They would alternate weekends, and it surprised him how he could wait a whole week. But, he was willing as long as he knew he was going to get to see Allison. Then at the end of his senior year, his dad received yet another promotion that moved them to New York. Daniel had never seen Allison cry as much as she did that day when he went to visit her and told her that his family was moving to the east coast. 

Now, eight years later he was still in New York running his own tech company that he built from the ground up in college. His company Blue Phoenix mostly specialized in apps that helped streamline your business, but those weren't the only apps they created. They also created gaming apps and apps for special needs kids. But his most popular app and the one that made him famous was the app that stopped you from drunk texting people. 

He noticed a lot of his college friends would get wasted at parties and wind up texting crazy stuff to their friends and family. One of his friends actually sent a dick picture to his mom and asked her out, he was so wasted. She cursed him out when he was sober then laughed and smiled that he felt she was still attractive even though she was old. From that day forward, Daniel created the app named Don't Text Drunk or Trunk as some people called it a shortened smashed together version of text and drunk.

 It garnered him a whole lot of acclaim and business, and he just hit the ground running from there. He had wanted to share it with Allison, but he hadn't really spoken to her in the eight years he had been in New York. At first when he moved they had text and called every day, but then as time went on and they both went on with their lives the calls became less and less. The text became shorter and shorter until they were almost nonexistent. Then four years ago right after she had graduated from college. He found out on social media that she had gotten married and shortly after had a son.
 It had broken his heart because he had wanted to be that husband and father to her. 

But, he never told her how he felt about her, scared she would reject his feelings and it would make their friendship awkward. He valued their friendship more than anything else, so he kept it to himself and tried not to get jealous when she got excited about a guy asking her out. Or tried not to kill the guy when he eventually broke her heart and left her crying on Daniel's shoulder. But, somehow he made it through especially knowing that those relationships would always be short lived. 

But, when he found out that she was married, it broke his heart into a million pieces, she wouldn't come crying on his shoulder this time. It wasn't like he could be upset about it. They hadn't talked in almost eight years, an occasional hello and happy birthday, holiday, etc… on social media but nothing more.

 He didn't know much of her life and she didn't know much of his. He didn't even know if she knew that he was the one who created most of the apps that she used on her phone every day. He didn't know if she had ever become the ambassador for international women's rights liked she'd dreamed of becoming. There wasn't much on Facebook about her life, just pictures of her son. 

A few pictures here and there of her husband, but not even a lot of those, and even less on Instagram. He wanted to know about her now and what she was up to. He thought about reaching out so many times. But, always stopped himself because the distance was so great. Not just in miles, but the distance from what they had been to what they were now. Daniel shut down his social media pages and went back to concentrating on work. These applications wouldn't write themselves.

Who would have ever thought that an Asian man and a Black woman could ever fall in love.




No I  don't own the rights to the cover. All rights belong to the creator.

All events are fictional, anything resembling actual events is truly coincidental.

Aware that the mother knocked on the door of the room marks the day. I saw the clock on the wall of the room at 7.30am. I kept bathing and dressing. Luckily I am still in menstruation. father will not be angry because I wake up late.

Without touching breakfast, I kept starting my motorcycle and speeding up. At 8 am I arrived at work. With a gentle face, I wiped a bit of solid powder and a ground-colored blusher on my face and cheeks. The lips are tinted with pink lip gloss shinny output.

 "New look fresh"

"Nia, do you wake up late?" Said Fitrah

"Yup, back to the village because my auntie feast. Arrived at 1 am. Forget the clock key. "

"Well, do not be so upset. Class I hours 10. Aunt asked started with English first. "Fitrah said to the class.

Sometimes Fitrah also helps her aunt, Mrs. Rashidah teaches English subjects.

"Okay, thanks. I could have breakfast. "

I went straight to the pantry to brew Radix coffee.While waiting for the teaching turn, I opened the facebook website. Email and password I entered. Exposed my facebook account, the chat icon indicates there are new orders coming in.

 As always, Mirza Marzuki sent;

"Nia's not even online. It's very tired. K, do not want to mess. Good night."

I smile. The verse does not remember. Can be fever in love if that's the case. 
Then I reply;

"Last night back to my mother's house, a feast, but I do not even know my promise."

"Why do you smile?" Said Fitrah.

"Hehehe, Brother Mirza. sulky with me. "My reply.

"Come on. It's time, please run your job as a teacher. My headache. How are you and my aunt can be patient with the poor boys? "Omel Fitrah

"Good. Go down. Soon, you will be okay. "I picked up the materials for teaching and the book I had prepared for the bushes. For an hour and a half I met my students. Understand what you do not understand yet.

"Teacher, why is my answer not the same as Nadia's answer?" Asked Fatihah.

"Why not? Did you copy the question to? "I asked back

"Not. Either. Question asked to change kilometer to meter. Changing kilometer to multiplier meter, teacher "Ask Fatihah again.

"Yes, that's right. Nadia, what are you doing? "I kept picking Nadia's notebook and smiling.

"Nadia, you're wrong. 4.25 km is converted to the meter of the answer 4250 meters. Not 425 meters. "I said. Nadia just grinned.

At  11: 30 a.m, 

"Okay, get your books packed. Book please send. Later I check. That's not ready, prepare. If not, do not go back. "The usual threat I gave.

After all my students go home, I set up a table and sweep the garbage dumped. Provides classes for evening students as well. I'm relaxing. Lazy in the lounge and watch television.

"Nia, let's eat. I'm ready to cook. "Call Fitrah. I woke up lazy.

Today's lunch, baked cider, salted vegetable and "sambal belacan". Alhamdulillah. While eating we talked.

"Where's Mirza's brother?" Tanya Fitrah.

"Like that. Where did I know it? Since when did you become a detective? "

"It's been a while. You just do not notice. "

"Ha? Explain. "

"Remember first day Marha being a student of ACS? "I nodded.

"Brother Mirza has fallen in love with you again. I feel the face of Abang Mirza changing the look of your first brother. That night, Marha called me to ask who took you home from school. I answered your first brother. "

"Why are you telling us now? If you were early I'm glad to smash it. Do not like her feeling-feeling. "

"Rilex , Nia. We're 24 years old. You can serve L.O.V.E. Get to know him first. Is not that a feeling in you? It's just you who dodge. "

"Err, I do not know. Let's get ready for next class. Closed this case. "
I let Fitrah. I walked right into the classroom. Time goes by so fast. Just an hour ago shows 5pm. After packing what was right, I stepped into the lounge. Fitrah is happy with his novel, Rayyan Fantasi by Ramlee Awang Murshid.

"Fit, see the movie. What's the best story this time? "Fitrah closed the novel.

"Well, from the moment I asked me to look at this movie. Always if I'm asking you an unsuspecting answer. "

"Get rid of stress. Please?"

"Okay. You send the goods back home. In 15 minutes I invite you home. "Fitrah agreed.

"Yes, I love you." Rushing to get the motor, and narrowing back home.

It’s a known fact that if a person questionable credibility tells you to leave everything to him or her, you shouldn’t expect much of the outcome, it was already a bit too late when Hao Ren learnt this. He was stunned and realized how unprepared he was for this trip when Vivian started speaking in the ancient Anglo-Saxon English.


A dizzy landlord, a gullible werewolf who was asleep as if half-dead, and a seemingly dependable vampire who turned out to be quite useless, found themselves lost in a foreign land with no means of communication. As they had not thought of the possibility of encountering a language barrier, they didn’t care to look up the directions on the web.  Had he foreseen this, he would have asked the airport staffs for assistance. The least they could do, even with the language barrier, was point him to the nearest embassy. Unfortunately, this matter had not cross the minds of this trio.


Vivian, with her ancient accent was trying to communicate with an old local chap. Hao Ren, confused by her accent, could only look on with pity as the old man, a native English speaker, struggled to converse with her as she bombarded him with series of "What?".


"Give him a break, Vivian" Hao Ren gave Vivian a nudge. "The English that you are speaking is a very ancient form of the language. Do you know that it is totally different from the English we converse in these days?"


Vivian looked distraught "How could the language change so much? I was just using the older form of the language. Now, even the pronunciation had changed so drastically?"


Hao Ren took a long sigh "When you were born, humans were still living in caves and grunting in their conversations. How silly can you be, seriously?"


"I'm not that OLD alright?" Vivian glared at Hao Ren. "Those people were part of the Jurassic era!" 


Upon seeing them arguing, the aged gentleman stepped in to stop the squabble. He maintained his composure even after all the trouble Vivian put him through, a real gentleman. He grabbed Hao Ren's arm and went. "Chinese? Are you Chinese?" 


Hao Ren blinked and thanked the heavens that he still remembered some of the English from his school days and quickly nodded.


The old gentleman smiled and pointed towards a young lad in uniform. Hao Ren and Vivian instantly understood his intention.


Hao Ren and Vivian sheepishly looked at each other and thanked the old gentleman and quickly dragged along Lily, who was still asleep standing, to the service counter. The staff was a good lad dressed in a smart uniform. The moment Vivian got to him, she started going. "%￥@@%￥#￥#%￥@?"


Hao Ren quickly pushed Vivian aside and smiled at the young man and spoke in mandarin, "Uhh, sorry my man, do you know about...." He stopped half way through as realized that the young man might not be able to catch what he was saying with his native slang and switched to a more standard form of Mandarin. "Good day, I can't speak English. I need to go somewhere. May I know who can I seek help from?"


As he listened to Hao Ren, the boy frowned a little as he tried to construct a sentence in Mandarin in his mind. He then quickly smiled as he reverted back to his professional facade and pointed towards the car park. "There... there are a few Chinese among those taxi drivers... go... go ask if they can help you." Said the boy as he struggled to pronounce the last few words of the sentence with a weird intonation.


Hao Ren happily thanked him and headed quickly for the car park. He never thought that the vampire who could outargue Arthur Pendragon was pretty much useless when she was needed the most. Her crowning accomplishment was to puzzle a poor old Briton and in the end it was Hao Ren who had to ask for directions in Madarin…


Life was definitely much more interesting compared to novels as it is not reasonable at all for most of the time!


"You can continue sleeping once we get to the hotel, hang in there."  Hao Ren said as he tapped Lily on the shoulder. All he heard was a light snore. This dumb werewolf really didn’t let her surroundings disrupt her biological clock. The wee hours in London was about the same time as Lily's naptime back at home. She was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes. At that point, she was pretty much following Hao Ren around with her eyes closed while putting her acute sense of smell to good use as she stayed right behind him, much to his surprise.


Not before long the trio arrived at the carpark looking for the Chinese taxi drivers. While they sure look the part, most of them were actually British born Chinese, and spoke only a little Mandarin. They were clueless when they saw the address that Hao Ren wrote in Mandarin.


Lucky for him, one of them can converse in Mandarin at a decent level. He was exhausted from all the inconveniences of being in a foreign country. The glee of suckering Raven 12345 into giving him a huge sum of money for the trip had faded by now. He quickly realized that this is one hell of a mission, one that would drain the life out of you. It seems that Raven was dead serious when she said she would put her employee’s capability to the test! 


It won't be surprising if Raven12345 had actually thought of the part where Hao Ren, after getting that huge sum of money, would lose his head and go travelling without much planning.


There was another possibility that Raven12345 thought it would be a good time for Hao Ren to get used to the two bungling numbskulls by his side.


Though they were rather ill-prepared for the trip, Hao Ren still remembered to book a hotel beforehand. As he was given huge sum for this trip, he booked a suite at this rather high class hotel which, on their homepage, advertised their multilingual staffs who are supposedly proficient in Mandarin, ensuring the quality of service even to Chinese tourists. At this point, Hao Ren no longer give a toss about the quality of service, he just hoped that the staff could show him to his room without much hassle. After which he would contact Raven12345 for any pointers for the mission.


After an hour plus ride in the taxi with the taxi driver with a decent command in Mandarin, the trio finally arrived at the hotel in Central London. After they got out of the cab and paid the fare (Hao Ren wasn't sure if he got ripped off or not, he couldn't care less at this point.) Vivian looked up to the bright sky and went, "So many years had passed huh, back then there weren’t that many houses around."


"Didn't you say that humans were still living on trees when you first came to Europe?" Hao Ren spat at Vivian as he held Lily who could barely stand straight. "You've lived so long. How did you missed the difference between the lifespan of a vampire and that of a human? We are in so much trouble today because I put too much hope in you."


Vivian frowned sternly. "I have a good temper, but I still have the pride and dignity of a vampire noble, your constant mockery towards my nobility is..."


"Pay up next month's rent then." 


"... You can say whatever you want, as a noble I won’t be calculative with you."


Hao Ren was speechless. 


It was his first encounter with a noble who was pushed to desperation by her monthly rentals.


"As planned, let’s rest a day or two, to get rid of the jetlag, reorganize and collate information we have. After that I'll be reporting in to Raven12345. Hao Ren took a deep breath and sighed, "Based on the address provided by Raven 12345, finding it will not be a walk in the park."

Walking towards the hotel entrance, the trio was unaware of the brief, yet intent gaze of a shadowy figure at one of the windows on the sixth floor of the hotel as it quickly drew the curtains back, just as quickly as he pulled them back for a peek. 






As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
His life only became more chaotic when he receives a labor contract from “God”. Discover the many races, myths and worlds that lie beyond what humans define as normal! This bizzare fantasy full of fun is sure to bring you on a crazy rollercoaster of emotions!

Over a month passed. Milena was aggrieved because she was unable to contact Andrew. She couldn't believe the man just left after sleeping with her and didn't give her a word.

There must be a reason...

Andy definitely isn't that kind of person... she bitterly thought.

***

In a beautiful house in a rural area in Surrey, a young man was reading in his begonia-adorned garden. A nurse came and prepared his food and medicines on a tray and put them on the table next to the young man.

"Mr. Linden has arrived. He is waiting for you in the living room, Sir," the nurse informed him after she finished arranging the tray.

Andrew looked up from his book and frowned, "Who's Mr. Linden?"

"He is your best friend, Sir."

"Oh..." Andrew nodded. He knew that his illness was already at the most advanced stage, and it was only a matter of time until he forgot everyone. He took his medicines and walked into the living room.

There, a man in a neat suit was sitting on the sofa. He seemed to be in his late twenties.

"Hey, Tony... How are you?" Andrew greeted his best friend.

"Fine. I want to inform you that Milena has arrived in England. She thought she got a scholarship for art school in London sponsored by a company. I've arranged a trust fund for her education until she graduates. She'll never know that these are all from you."

"Milena? Who's Milena?" Andrew asked in puzzlement.

Tony wryly smiled. This was the third time he and Andrew had talked about the girl he loved and Andrew didn't remember her. As usual, he pulled out his cellphone and showed Milena's photos and videos.

Andrew looked at the cellphone that showed the face of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and instantly, tears ran down his cheeks.

He remembered now.

"Oh... Thank you, Tony. It would be easier to carry out the transplant procedure in England, so we need to find an excuse to bring her to London." Andrew nodded.

"But she keeps trying to find you, Andy. She often calls the company to ask about you. I just told her we don't know the person named Andrew Miller there."

"Good. I don't want Milena to know..."

"Hmm..." Tony looked upset. "I think she should know the truth someday. It's not fair for her if we keep hiding the truth... That you didn't leave her, that you gave her a new life by donating your heart, liver, and kidneys."

Andrew thought for a moment before slowly nodding, "You can give a letter from me to Milena three years after the transplant, and once she has lived happily, I'll explain everything."

Tony seemed relieved to hear that.

He wouldn't be able to accept it if Milena hated Andrew and thought of him as a jerk who just left her after bedding her, even though Andrew had sacrificed so much for her.

***

Andrew died a week later, and his organs were immediately donated to patients in need. Milena was surprised and grateful because as soon as she arrived in England, she immediately got the priority to get a transplant of three organs at once.

After the transplant operation took place, Milena took several months to recover and made sure her body didn't reject the new organs.

After Milena completely recovered, she resumed her studies at her art school in London, with the scholarship she thought she got from a company.

She still missed Andrew and kept trying to find him. After her health recovered, she was confident she could love the young man.

But unfortunately, Andrew vanished into thin air. She couldn't find any trace of him. It was as if the man never existed.

Milena could only keep her longing in her heart and forced herself to focus on her studies. As a scholarship student, she mustn't disappoint her sponsor.

***

THREE YEARS LATER

As a young painter who was considered a genius, the exhibition of Milena's works in Jakarta attracted a lot of attention from art enthusiasts. This was her second exhibition after her previous one in London.

On the opening night, the gallery in Central Jakarta was packed with hundreds of people, making Milena feel moved. She didn't think that there were so many art lovers in Indonesia who appreciated her works.

"Good evening, Miss Milena. The exhibition is quite interesting," a young man approached her with a warm smile. He spoke in English with a London accent. Ah... maybe this person is from England?

"Thank you," Milena nodded humbly.

"Hm... I have a gift for you." The man pulled out an envelope from his shirt pocket and handed it to Milena. She didn't think she knew this man to receive such a gift from him. The man quickly excused himself with a smile.

"Eh... What's this?" Puzzled, Milena opened the envelope and took out what was inside. It was a letter. Reading the first few sentences, her body immediately trembled.

She had to hold onto a wall so she didn't fall. Mustering her strength, she walked to the nearest chair and sat down, calming her palpitating heart.

She then reread the contents of the letter.

"Dear Milena,

How are you? If you're reading this letter, it means I'm already gone. Our encounter in Bandung three years ago wasn't a coincidence. I've been diagnosed with an incurable, late-stage brain tumor. Therefore, I wanted to at least be useful for others who are more worthy of life than I am.

I know that you're the only patient who matches with three of my organs, and you've been in and out of the hospital since you were a child. I can't imagine how it's like to live for decades with an illness like what you experienced. So I was curious. I wanted to know what the girl who would accept my organs was like… Whether she was worthy... If my sacrifice would mean anything. That's why I came to Bandung and pretended to be in need of an interpreter to explore the city.

When I got to know you, I discovered that you were really, truly worthy of life, Milena. I was amazed to see the joy and zest you showed every day. Despite all your limitations, sufferings, and illness, you never gave up. You still lived your life wholeheartedly. Every. Single. Day. 

For you, carpe diem isn't a mere slogan. It's what you live! I was embarrassed because I used to blame the universe for my illness and gave up so easily once I knew I only had six months to live.

I then fell in love with you, really deeply... and I knew for myself, that I couldn't possibly have you because I wouldn't live for long.

But I'm still really happy, because even after I die, I can still be with you as part of you.

During these three years, I've been waking up with you every morning, sleeping with you every night, taking all your exams with you, accompanying you during your projects and exhibitions, crying whenever you cried, and laughing whenever you laughed.

I want you to be happy.

I hope you won't be sad when you find out the truth. I'm really happy to have met you. Keep your spirits up and stay amazing, okay?

Remember our conversation at that time?

Ten years from when we last met, I'll be in New York, Paris, and London seeing your painting exhibition. I'll travel the world with you and see the places you visit and write in your books. I'll often be in your studio and see you paint whenever I want.

I love you, Milena.

Andrew."

Milena couldn't hold back her streaming tears as she hugged the letter on her chest.

- End -

Andrew only had 6 months to live. The doctor sentenced him with a brain tumor that had reached the terminal stage. 

Not wanting to die in vain, he then decided to donate his organs. But he had a condition, he wanted to choose the person who will receive his heart. 

From several international waiting list patients that matched him, Andrew found a girl who had been in and out of hospital all her life because she was born with some congenital disease and had to get not only a heart, but also a new liver and kidney, all of which matched his. 

Andrew finally decided to meet the girl and see what she was like. 

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THANK YOU for reading this very short story. I wanted to make it into a novel but unfortunately, I don't have the time, so I decided to turn it into a one-shot. 

I will be publishing more novels in English, most of them are quite short, less than 100 chapters and they will be available for free (not contracted). 

So, if you add this book in your library, I will keep you updated about them. Or you can also just read my contracted novel "THE ALCHEMISTS" because I'll be posting announcements and the title of the free novels there. 

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Addy
I am in my class on my desk by the window and I've Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult in my hand. She is one the most interesting authors I have ever read and I'm reading this particular book for the third time. Though this book is enough to make the world around me disappear, my friends are way too loud and their voices penetrate through to my book world. 
"Guys, just stop. Seriously, if y'all don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm gonna hurl." 
So basically, I'm sick of my boring old life and I'm totally sick of being stuck in this fucked up country. I know that it is one of the most peaceful, green and clean countries in the world with all those good and kind-hearted people but man, you get sick of it. At least I do. And moreover, I love things related to English. So, I'm gonna give all of the people living in my country English names. 

My stupid, good-for-nothing friends pout at me and Jenny brings her round face closer to mine and says,"But it's so cute. Finn gave his girlfriend a big teddy bear along with a very heart-touching letter showing his love for her. Isn't that just cute?"
The thing I hate the most about these three idiots is that they are total girls when it comes to boys and make-up. 
I find myself rolling my eyes,"Cute, my ass. What's the big deal about a stupid gift and an even stupider letter?" 
I see all three of them smirk at me.
God, no! They are not gonna bring that shit up again.
"Yeah? Like all those letters of yours addressed to your celebrity crush?" Katy says lifting one of her eyebrows.
Fuck. When are they gonna let go of it?
I put on a sarcastic smile and say,"Now, for the millionth time, I was a junior in middle school and he was not a crush. Plus--"
"You were young and dumb and a typical girl. But now you have changed and you're allergic to stupid things like love," all three of them complete my sentence in unison. Seeing as they have brought this shit up a million times and I've explained using the same lines, it is obvious that they would know it. Well, actually no one is supposed to know about those shits I did as a little girl but all four of us were hanging out at my house in my room and while I went away to do some shits, they got their fucking hands on my diary which was basically addressed to my favorite celebrity. Mind you, favorite celebrity not my celebrity crush.
"Now, let the shit go. I'm sick of it," I tell them in one of my serious tones.
"But you still follow him on social media and keep yourself updated all the time. So it's obvious that he is more then just a celebrity to you," Laura says with a smirk.
"Ooh, I think that would be a crush," Jenny chirps in.
"Totally," another smirk from Katy.
"I'm just keeping myself updated about one of the persons who makes my fucked up life tolerable." 
The only things keeping me sane in this stupid world are books and music. I love to just escape from this fucking world and get lost in the world of music and books.
"And you guys are saying the word 'crush' repeatedly. Do you all wanna get crushed or something?" I say, cracking my knuckles.
My stupid friends being total girls have these 'no violence' shits and all in their minds, but such shits are absent within me. So it's obvious how I actually am.
"Hey, come on," Katy has always been braver from the three,"You don't keep yourself updated all the time about Jodi Picoult,Paulo Coelho and all the other authors and artists who make your life vibrant. It's only you dear Lucas, the man with the angelic voice." 
Lucas. It so happened that while I was a junior in middle school, I saw him on one of those singing shows and I fell in love with his voice. I started listening to his songs more and more often and my interest in him grew as his voice became more angelic. Soon he was so good that he became a public figure and I started following him on social media. In fact, I created all my social media accounts just so I could follow him. And later on as got into high school and as I became less girly, my thoughts regarding everything changed. But Lucas remained. He still remains. You see, I was so much into him and his voice and it became kind of a routine to keep myself updated. So it just felt not right to throw it all away. I just couldn't do it. So, he's still the DP of my social media accounts and I still have journals which I directly address to him. He's a really decent guy and according to my character and personality, I'm not supposed to like him but it happened because it was meant to happen. Now, knock if off.
The idiots giggle at Katy's response. Now, giggling is one the things related to girls.
"Shut up or I'll make you."
"Okay, okay," followed by more giggles. 
I just roll my eyes and get lost in my book world.

"I'm home," I say out loud more to myself. Probably Mum's off to work, Dad's in his and Mum's room watching TV and my grandmother is somewhere doing her out-my-understanding shits. And my brother must be hanging out with his friends either at some game shops or getting high. So, that means no one would really know or care if I'm home or not. And honestly, I like it like that.
I get changed, lie down on my bed and take out my phone. I go on the internet and there are some notifications about new songs and all. I play a few assassination games and by the time I'm done, it's time to prepare dinner. My fucked up society believes that females are to be the ones to do the in-house chores. And as Mum's away for work and grandmother is 'too old to cook', I'm the only female left. So, the fucking job falls on me. All the damn time. 
As I enter the kitchen, my grandma starts yelling, "Why didn't you close the door? The neighboring thief cat got in and ate our Puss's food. How can you be so irresponsible? Being a girl, you should be responsible and careful..." She goes on but I'm stuck at that last line. I feel my blood boil and my jaws tighten. I hate it very much when they use such expressions. "Being a girl..."; "A girl should..." and all those fucked up nonsenses. Really, what the fuck! These lines really piss the hell out of me and I've already had many yelling competitions with my grandma in the past. So I just go grab my phone and earphones and let music build high walls around me as I prepare dinner.

As I wait for the meal to get cooked, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around to find my brother with his phone in his hand. "How do you spell 'giraffe'?" 
My brother has never really been the kind of person to give a shit about school so yes,he does suck at things like spellings. And I guess he is one of the reasons for my boyish nature. As he is the elder one, I learned to like the things he liked. Like fighting and all. But I didn't get into two things like him: 1. Drugs and 2. Relationships. I got into everything else. And I'm quite thankful for having him around. 

He goes on to tell me that one of his best friends wanted to break up with his girlfriend and he needed my brother and their other best friend's help. So he shared his Facebook password with them to help him with his break up. Now that's something fun. 
"Give the phone to me. I'll help you with that shit," I tell him, wanting to join the fun. 
But like the stubborn person he is, he refuses and tells me that he just wants to know the spellings. He leaves for his room and I cook the meals as fast as possible to join him.

I lean over his shoulder to see the screen of his phone and I see the girls message,'Just tell me the reason, damn it!'
Ooh, someone's frustrated. Honestly, I hate the girly nature of girls and it's a joy to see them in these kind of situations.
"Why does he want to break up, by the way?" 
"She cheated on him," he tells me casually.
See? This is the thing. Cheating and all those shits. I mean why the hell would anyone want to complicate their already fucked up lives by adding their so-called partners into it? Such a waste if time. 
After a few more exchange of words, they break up and she blocks him. Yeah, right. As if.
This world is so fucking lame. 

I go to my room and scribble some shits in my write-ups book and my journal. Then I go to bed with earphones plugged in.

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A/N
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Addy Hearst is a girl like no other. The only evidences for the existence of her feelings are her constant eye-rolls, frowns, scoffs and rare smiles. She is a girl who despises other people especially girls and wishes so much to be a boy. But something flickers inside of her when she comes face to face with her childhood celebrity crush, Luke Martinez, from the time while she was a typical girl, and she starts acting differently.
Luke Martinez is a sweet British boy who has managed to charm the world with his angelic voice but he is sick of all the fame and wants to treated like any ordinary person.
 He is very different from the kind of person Addy likes. She doesn't really admit her feelings, even to herself, but her heart has something different in mind. How and in what ways will this hardcore girl's heart be wooed by the decent British boy? Read on and find out.

!warning!
Contains a lot of swear words. Read at your own risk.

I go to the food court where she is talking to a guy. I know she is flirting with him. Because she doesn't know to talk normally with guys. I run to her and glare at her angrily. "What?" She asks. "Nothing, you continue to flirt" I say as I sit beside her. "Hy, who flirt with a gross like him man" she makes an annoyed face. 

I giggle. That guy gets up and glares at us and walks away. We both giggle and the small giggle turned into a great laughter. We both are laughing like a maniac in our busy food court. Everyone looks at us now and then and no one comes and asks anything. Because they know about us. 

I pull her and walk out of food court. It is actually a great time of my life. After this I have to leave everyone behind and go to some unknown place and live with unknown people. The thought itself is haunting me. 

"Mum prepared Maggie for both of us. Come we will eat soon." I say as I pull her along with me. "Don't pull me. I can walk on my own." She says annoyed. "Yeah I know how you will walk. You will flirt with 500 boys before crossing 5 meters." I say and chuckle. 

"One day you will ask me to teach you about these flirting things. I am waiting for that day." She says and analyses me from top to bottom. "You have nice figure. Why are you wanna waste it?" She winks at me. "Shut up" I say angrily. "See, one day you will see that big d**k on your wedding night. What will you do, if you accidentally puked on it?" She says and laughed heavily.

I am so angry now. How can she talk like that. I walk fastly and go inside the classroom. This is so annoying when someone judges me based on my sex life. No it is my would be sex life. I am just 18 and one day I will learn everything. My biology tutor skipped the reproduction chapter just because she didn't want to explain that to me. What I learnt from this is that sex is a sin and no one wants to talk about it. 

How can she shout in the open space about my would be sex life. She comes and sits beside me. "Sorry, I was just joking." She says sadly. I look at her. She is really sad. "Ok" I whisper. She hugs my shoulder abd smiles. "But still you should learn something you know." She winks at me as she says this. 

In the evening, I reach home and complete all my work. I get my passport. I applied for it on the next day of my 18th birthday which is October 23. I got it today after months of process. So finally the first step to reach my dream is done. 

I have 3 more months of school. After that 3 months of vacation. After that I will fly to London. I am excited as well as scared. Yeah, everyone feels this when they do something new. 

These 3 months went to fast. I don't know why. I was so consumed with everything. My exams and all other things which need to be done before I go to London. I finished everything successfully and emailed all the documents to London University. I am waiting for there call letter and I have only 3 months to spend with my parents. 

I want to enjoy as much as I want. We are planning to go to Maldives for the vacation. 

In the evening, dad comes home with a present packed nicely with a red gift wrap. "What is it dad?" I ask him. "Open it and see" he says with a huge grin like it's gonna tear his face. I take the red wrap box and remove the gift wrap carefully. When I remove the red wrap there is one more pink wrap. I remove that carefully and I am dumbstruck to see what is it. I look at my father's face with wide eyes. He laughs and pats my shoulder. 

"I... I... I don't need this dad" I say slowly. "Everyone needs phone Jessy. You would need one." He smiles and pats my shoulder again. I never ever thought about owning a phone. That too iPhone man. Can you imagine? I got iPhone as a gift from my dad. 

I install everything in my new phone. I never had an account in social media. I create an account in Facebook and Instagram. I open what's app as well. I immediately save Grace's phone number and call her. 

"Hy Grace. It's me Jessy" I say happily. "Hy Jessy. Did you lost your mom or dad in super market?" Why are you calling from unknown number?" She asks lazily. "I got new phone you dummy. I say sarcastically. "What?" She literally shouted. "I got new phone. Dad gifted me today." I say smiled. "Ask your dad if he wants one more daughter. Can you guys adopt me please?" She asks. I laugh and say, "If you want your parents to gift something, you should do something to make them proud." I say. "Ok ok, Don't start your lecture. Yeah you know what, Aaron released his new music album after his breakup. It is actually so painful. Wanna listen?" She asks enthusiastically. "Not interested" I say sarcastically. 

"Please listen, just one song. I will not force you after this. Please." She asks like a kid asking for a chocolate. "Ok" I say sternly. "Ok, I will what's app you that. Ok" She says and disconnects the call. She sends me the audio in what's app. I open and stare at the title of the song for few minutes. This is named "Love song". I take my earphones and plug it. I tap the pay button and the song start with love.

Jessy: Do you do this to kid? 
Aaron: Do what?
Jessy: Kiss. You called me kid then kissed me. So I had a doubt. 
Aaron: As for as I know the kid was enjoying the kiss. ?
Jessy: I didn't say I didn't enjoy.
Aaron: Hmm. I know. I know you enjoyed it. 
Jessy: Thank you. 
Aaron: For???
Jessy: Everything. 
Aaron: You have to specify it. Say thank for making my first kiss special Aaron. 
Jessy: Thank you for making my first kiss special Aaron.
Aaron: Hmm. You are so beautiful and sexy babe.

Sexy??? Does he feel that I am sexy?? Seriously? Whatever man? I don't know what to respond for that.

Jessy: Hmm
Aaron: I wanted you to accompany me her in bed today. You left. 
Jessy: We just met yesterday. I don't think so it's appropriate to sleep together. 
Aaron: Tell that in front of me. Tell that when You are under me. 
Jessy: Stop it.
Aaron: You don't want that?
Jessy: I don't know.
Aaron: You will know once you meet me tomorrow. 
Jessy: You are so dirty. Good night.
Aaron: Good night babes... ♥️

I am so happy now. I turn of my phone and close my eyes.

"Surely we must be almost there," Annie said.
Night had fallen long ago, and although she had no way telling of time, it seemed to her that they had been traveling forever. Far longer than the journey to London should take. Of course, the very nature of this particular journey could be responsible for her oppressive anxiety over its length.
Mr Travener straightened in the opposite seat, fingering his watch out of it's pocket. It was far too dark inside the carriage to read the face of it, however. Acknowledging the impossibility of doing so, he replaced the watch and with gloved fingers lifted the shade that had drawn over the window.
Trying to evaluate the depth of the external darkness? Annie wondered. Or perhaps hoping to see some evidence that they were indeed approaching the outskirts of the capital?
"Soon," he said reassuringly, allowing the covering to fall.
She could not tell if that estimation had been based on something he had seen, or if it had merely been intended to placate her impatience. If the latter, it hadn't succeeded.
Despite the fact that they had been racing along a well maintained thoroughfare for hours, she had a terrible sense of foreboding that they were already too late. It was a feeling she had tried to deny. And when she couldn't, one she had determined not to give voice to.
After all, she could not fault Mr Travener's efforts.
Since they had left the school, they had stopped only to change horses. Mrs Kemp had warned that, no matter the circumstances, it would not do for Annie to be seen alone on an extended journey in the company of a young man who was not of her family, and so she had not descended from the carriage at any coaching inns.
The headmistress had fretted about letting her go with only Mr Travener's escort. Since it was end of spring term, however, there was no other teacher at school whom Mrs Kemp could send with her at such short notice. And yet she was naturally reluctant to disobey what might be the dying request if Annie's guardian. Finally, the urgency of the situation and Mr Travener's repeated assurances if Annie's safety had secured the headmistress's permission, if not her approval, of the plan.
Doyle had offered to bring refreshment out to the carriage at every stop they'd made, but Annie had refused, knowing she could not eat. At the last Inn, however, he had insisted she drink a cup of mulled wine to 'strenghten' her.
She had felt the better for it, Annie admitted, although it's potency had put her to sleep. She had no idea for how long, but when she awakened, still dazed from the effects of the strong wine, the feeling that something was very wrong had welled terrifyingly up in her breast.
"I don't remember the journey to London taking so long," she said aloud.
"We are making very good time, I promise you," Mr Travener said. "I was quite surprised to discover exactly how good when last we stopped."
Several times during the course of the journey she had considered asking him for more details of the duel and especially more about Ian's injury. She had refrained because she did not want to be forced to comfort Travener's professed guilt again.
After all, he had given her all the pertinent information in that first breathless confession.
They do not expect him to live out the night.
And now more than half that night had passed. Those despairing thoughts were interrupted by a recognizable slowing of the horses' breakneck pace.
"Are we stopping?" She asked, lifting the shade away from the edge of the window.
By the time it was quite obvious they were. As the driver pulled the horses up, Annie saw through the crack she had created what appeared to be a torch wavering out of the mist shrouded darkness and making its way towards the carriage. Given her previous encounter with the highwaymen, she felt a frisson of unease at the sight.
Another inn? Surely it had not been long enough since the last that they should need to change teams.
The carriage came to a complete stop, and almost before it did Mr Travener threw open the door, showing not the least sign of trepidation about whoever was approaching them. He jumped down, turning and holding up his hand to her.
"Come, Miss Darlington," he said.
Eager to descend, now that the journey was at an end, she stood, perhaps too quickly. Her head swam and her vision seemed blurred, and she wished again that she had not drunk the wine he'd brought her. She placed her fingers in his, grateful for their support, and stepped down.
The scene that greeted her was not anything like what she had expected. Not an inn. Nor were they at the door of the Earl of Dare's elegant town house. They weren't in London at all. Or in any civilized environs, it seemed.
And it was very clear that the two men who stood beside the coach, one of them holding the smoking torch, were not gentlemen. At least not by the standards of English society.
She turned her head, meeting Doyle Travener's eyes, which were focused on her face, apparently awaiting her reaction.
"Where are we?" She asked.
"I regret to inform you that we are presently in Scotland, Miss Darlington."
"Scotland," she repeated disbelievingly.
The repetition was little more than an attempt to buy time. Head swimming, she realized that the wine she had consumed was making clear thinking difficult for her. Yet if Scotland was indeed what Doyle had said, there was, of course, no doubt what he intended. No doubt at all as to why he had brought her here.
"And my guardian?" She demanded, praying that the story he had told her about Ian, like that concerning their supposed destination, had been a lie too. "What of Major Sinclair?"
"I knew you would never forgive me for what I had done. And I could not bear the thought of it."
"So you have abducted me? Do you expect me to forgive you for that?"
"I had hoped you would not consider our journey in that light."
"How should I consider it? You have deceived me, Mr Travener. And deceived Mrs Kemp. At least tell me the truth about Ian."


Annie had never thought of what they were undertaking In the light. Despite all her Romantic fantasies, she had never really believed she would find a husband at any of the season's entertainments.

She had already found her champion and, ridiculously romantic or not, she knew she would never want any other.....!



A TWIST OF FATE...

 Major Ian Sinclair never expected to be named anyone's guardian. And especially not of the young woman whose father was responsible for ending Ian's career and very nearly his life. But war made men do strange things, and now Anne Darlington was his responsibility. A very attractive responsibility.
   
                  ~------------------~

Fate thrust Annie Darlington into the strong arms of Ian Sinclair, a tortured nobleman. But his secret connection to her father threatened her unspoken dream that Ian would someday return her LOVE...


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Synopsis:

"If she's your Stormy opposite, tenderness will bring her to your bed.

—Hunk Jarek Stepnov on woman-hunting.

Nestled between Jarek's black satin sheets was a beautiful stranger, but she was way too sexy to be Goldilocks. The mystery woman revealed herself as Leigh Van Dolph, a tigress seeking a stake in his family's territory! Jarek knew just how to thwart her—bring the sleeping beauty to his bed again... This time for the ultimate loving. But the lady exec turned the tables on Mr Temptation, for their intimacy summoned a primitive, powerful need for a woman all his own...

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"What are you doing in my bed?"

Panic flattened Leigh to the mattress. "You sleep here?"

"Sometimes," the man's deep voice rumbled.

Dressed only in her bra and panties, Leigh hitched the black satin sheet over her bare shoulder.

"You really should have taken everything off," he whispered. "To better enjoy the sheets. They're the finest quality."

"I'm here on business. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I was locked in here and thought I'd take advantage of the..."

"You are in my bed. We have slept together."

Leigh swallowed tightly. "You sound as if... You know, we've been intimate... And that isn't true."

He shifted slightly and something she didn't understand slammed against her, taking her breath away. The massive bed seemed to slant, nudging her toward him on an erotic wave of satin sheets.


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