Orchid kembali ke Britania setelah 5 tahun lamanya ia pergi bersama bibi nya ke Perancis. kaka dan adiknya sudah berpencar mengenyam takdir mereka masing masing setelah Viscount Davi Louis bangkrut 3 tahun lalu dan kematian istrinya lah yang menjadi akhir dari kejayaannya sebagai bangsawan saat itu. 

Orchid tidak menyangka bahwa ia melewatkan pesakitan keluarganya, tapi dulu merekalah yang memohon pada orchid agar ia saja yang pergi saat itu dan dengan percaya dirinya kaka nya berucap bahwa orchid lah yang harus pergi karena masa depannya suram dan merupakan aib keluarga. 

Itulah patah hati pertama yang orchid alami oleh keluarganya sendiri.

Orchid kembali ke Britania setelah 5 tahun lamanya ia pergi bersama bibi nya ke Perancis. kaka dan adiknya sudah berpencar mengenyam takdir mereka masing masing setelah Viscount Davi Louis bangkrut 3 tahun lalu dan kematian istrinya lah yang menjadi akhir dari kejayaannya sebagai bangsawan saat itu. 

Orchid tidak menyangka bahwa ia melewatkan pesakitan keluarganya, tapi dulu merekalah yang memohon pada orchid agar ia saja yang pergi saat itu dan dengan percaya dirinya kaka nya berucap bahwa orchid lah yang harus pergi karena masa depannya suram dan merupakan aib keluarga. 

Itulah patah hati pertama yang orchid alami oleh keluarganya sendiri.

Lizzie has the feeling of being watched sometimes but in her case the stalker died in her house! The ghost names Oliver taunts her relentlessly and is out for her hand in unholy matrimony! Will she become his boo? Or send him back to the veil?

"you were a pig this whole time? How could you betray me for so long!!!?" Caleb  would yell at Rose.. aka Detective Renee Love as he began to smash things against the floor, glass shattering upon the floor as the mirror within the bedroom is broken. Caleb grabs Rose/Renee by the hair making her come closer to him as he yelled in her face holding her hair tightly and pushing her against the wall pinning her there as he stared at her as a piece of meat filled with rage. "wanna be a pig? Then let me show you how pigs get treated around here"

Read on to find out what happens to the Detective

"you were a pig this whole time? How could you betray me for so long!!!?" Caleb  would yell at Rose.. aka Detective Renee Love as he began to smash things against the floor, glass shattering upon the floor as the mirror within the bedroom is broken. Caleb grabs Rose/Renee by the hair making her come closer to him as he yelled in her face holding her hair tightly and pushing her against the wall pinning her there as he stared at her as a piece of meat filled with rage. "wanna be a pig? Then let me show you how pigs get treated around here"

Read on to find out what happens to the Detective

https://youtu.be/K60cIKV9jQE
The bedroom was a solid seven square meters. A large set of bow windows with five panes each 2 meters tall. Outside of each of these east facing views, was a camera, peering inside. The east facing was an important part of this set up. Other than a small square in front of the cameras, the entire pane was covered in an odd shimmering plastic Nick found online. When the sun shines through, every morning that it's not cloudy, a vibrant cascade of rainbows would flood the room, and cover anyone and anything with the full spectrum of visible light.
The ceiling was over three meters high with two cameras hanging above the bed. Microphones were in the best places for catching the acoustics of the room. The carpet was white, as were all of the linens which dressed the bed and it's pillows. On either side of the bed was space for a white night stand and comfortable white chairs.
On the door, opposite the window, was more white paint, like that which covered the walls. These walls were only an inner wall. In between the white inner wall and the actual wall of the room, was about two and a half feet of space. In these three walls, were one way mirrors, and behind them, were more cameras.
In total, there were 24 cameras. Behind one set of them on the southern wall was the editing room. There was a full wall of monitors, which could view all 24 angles. The computer system would not just save all the video files, and run all of the editing software, and it would also trigger the start of recording, the moment the door to the bedroom closed.
The Rainbow Bedroom was Nick's idea from the start. Sure, Steve did suggest 24 cameras rather than 16, so it seemed like it was worth it in the initial test runs. He could use the videos to show the same moment, from every side, except from below. It was all Nick had wanted. An absolutely perfect set, in which to make erotic art. He wanted to show it off to everyone. Nick felt the room was a canvas, and the sun would bring the color.
Nick posted many ads on Craigslist and the like, offering double what some studios were offering for a day's worth of work. The minimum was always $650. Some places would offer a little more. But no one in the area was paying $700 a day, just for solo work, and $1500 for sex in film.
Nick's first interview was with long time professional burlesque dancer, stripper and porn-star, nicknamed, KitKat. She had been in the industry since she was eight-teen, and was now, a sensual diva who was often looked upon as the second coming of Bettie Page. She was in the area already, doing a "Thank You" tour through the east coast clubs, for her fans.
She was met at the door by Charlotte, the professional face of Four Suits in the reception office. "Welcome, thank you so much for coming so early today." Charlotte offers KitKat some refreshments, KitKat politely accepts sparkling water. There is some further polite conversation, along with Charlotte going over the basic paperwork and processing of legal documents and payment options for the contract work being done, which included an option to be paid in bitcoin. Eventually they finished up and Nick was summoned to bring her back for the interview portion.
Nick thanked her again for coming in as they entered his office. He then offered her a seat on the couch and sat on the other side of it. He liked the idea of a more intimate conversation. "I'm not a fan of most interview porn." He says.
"Really?" She asks, "What about it? I mean, this is, that, correct?"
"Yes and no," Nick explains, "There tends to be a moment where the interviewer asks the lady to undress and they examine her. They grope her, for firm breasts and bottom. It reminds me of a slave auction, so much so, that I don't have it as a part of the process."
"Well, it's no hang up for me either way, but that is an interesting take I've never considered." KitKat replied.
"Would you like to begin?" Nick asks, "Sure!" she responds. Nick pulled out a tiny remote and pushed the REC button on it. A tiny red light shone from the camera.
They did all the basics, Nick had a list of questions he went over, to help the audience get to know the model, as many men appreciated hearing about the past work of these ladies. They had a long conversation about her humble beginnings, her personal fascination with Bettie Page, her unused bachelors degree in computer sciences, and her current tour, among a number of other things. As the half hour mark approached, Nick began winding down the interview, but before he knew it, 45 minutes in total had passed, and they were at peak saturation of rainbows in the bedroom.

A relatable escape from these crazy times in new book form!

A young woman trying to find herself, creates erotic art with a divorced producer who gets everything he ever wanted, after meeting the star of his new art project. 

Set to and inspired by the music of Hey Violet.

Playlist of music, which fits the name and theme of each chapter:

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Rated Mature/NSFW

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Dedicated, with my undying love, to Rena Lovelis. (She asked for this in a retweet)

"Hayden? You around?" I asked loudly, hoping maybe he was just sleeping or something. But there was no answer, the place was silent, aside from the faint sound pollution coming from the downtown hub.

Should I even be snooping around? I second guessed myself as my conscience weighed over me. I know it wasn't in my place to intrude, but he did hand over his house keys to me, which means he should have been ready for me to browse around, right? Well, it is easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission, I thought to myself as I continued to circle around the doors.

I hesitantly opened one of the doors to reveal grant bathroom that was much bigger and fancier than the one I showered in last time. The room was similar to the rest of the floor, where there were windows starting from the walls all the way across the ceiling, in fact, the only walls were on the same side as the door that I came through. I fully emersed myself into this beautiful and brightly lit bathroom, how does Hayden do his business here with literally no privacy? Surely, there were translucent curtains that neatly tucked away to the sides on the glass walls, but if you really wanted to see something, it wasn't that hard.

"He should be glad he lives on the top floor and that there's not many high rises around campus," I scoffed. There's no way I would be comfortable bathing naked fully out in the open like this, but I guess for someone like Hayden, this was no big deal.

The sink was probably the fanciest structure out of all, for it was located at the center of the room stretching vertically. I walked closer to inspect the entire sink, there were three rustic looking sinks in total built within a long table-top structure. It was much like an island you would see in bigger kitchens, but usually, sinks aren't placed in the middle of a bathroom. The three corresponding mirrors to each sink had incorporated strips of lighting around its edges. These same mirrors were supported by a single metal pole from the bottom of the mirrors connecting to the middle of the sink, where the mysterious looking tap is located. Upon further inspection, I realized that the sink was double-sided, both sides of the mirror were fully functioning along with the sink that was carved evenly on the island. In addition, the tap had sprouted water much like a fountain instead of a single stream, I sighed at this lavish detail, why was this even necessary?

I continued to browse the bathroom and walked behind the sink to meet a full standalone massage tub, stretched along the far glass walls across from the door I entered, the city view was directly visible from where I was standing. Further behind me to the right was a separate large shower space fitted perfectly to the side. Four or five people could probably shower there at the same time, not that it would happen, but that's how big the shower space was. Between the tub and the shower, folded towels upon towels among other bathroom essentials were placed neatly inside shelves of an aristocratic-looking cabinet that was twice as wide as my height.

I looked down to see a huge bath mat placed near the entrance where I came inside, and vaguely remembered that they felt like memory foam. Nevertheless, the entire floor was furnished in what was probably really expensive granite that ran across the room, they weren't tiles at all, the entire floor was smooth marble. The renovators must have put so much thought into this room, as there were strategically placed drains and small dents on the floor that helped to drain water if needed. The place was literally a giant bathroom within a bathroom, and how Hayden Whitehall manages to use this on a daily basis is beyond me.

After thoroughly inspecting the bathroom, I found myself getting curious next to the left wall that appeared to be darker than the rest of the brightly lighted glass walls. It was the only wall that was actually covered by the translucent, white curtains. So it was certainly to my surprise when I opened the curtains to see that the same glass wall was connected to Hayden's actual bedroom, and there was a connecting glass door between the two rooms. So it was to no one's surprise that I opened the door and walked into Hayden's room.

"Well, what do we have here?" I said out loud as I walked into Hayden's giant room. It was a similar structure compared to his bathroom with glass walls and ceilings all around except for the entrance, but nonetheless, it was a simplistic room.

The California King sized bed was placed in the middle of the room, which ironically is a personification of Hayden's actual ego. The bedding mostly consisted of navy blue and dark grey colours, and it certainly looked comfortable all around. Hayden also had a large office desk placed at the far wall, where large piles of paperwork and an expensive looking desktop computer were located. Further to the left of the room was a giant TV mounted over a stand, with various different gaming consoles and games laying around. Closer to the actual solid wall and was an open door which was a walk-in closet. Other than the notable furniture, Hayden Whitehall surprisingly had a simple room.

 I continued to walk around the room but eventually allowed myself to sit on Hayden's bed. It was memory foam, so it was to nobody's surprise that I would get any chance I get to at least try and sit on it. It was his fault that he allowed me inside his house anyway, I justified. 

"You know what, fuck him for not being here and making me wait," I said to myself as I fully laid down on the bed, my entire body slightly sinking as the soft bedding embraced me.

It was crazy to think that one man owned this entire two floors of living space, and to be honest nobody needs that much space anyway. But I had to admit, this place was beautiful and certainly makes the place so much homier than my initial impression of the place. I wonder if Hayden had enough lights to light up the room after sunset? He probably does, but it didn't matter, his bed was so comfy, and I didn't want to move at all.

And so I didn't move, I laid on his bed until I fell soundly asleep because I could.

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Sienna was dirt poor. 

Struggling to pay off her debts, every waking moment became an uphill battle between school and work. Until one fated opportunity is given to her by pure, dumb chance. Sienna decides it is the perfect timing to open her blabbermouth and initiate an argument with the notorious Hayden Whitehall. 

Unexpectedly, she is deceived and unwillingly dragged into the dramatic lifestyle of the elite and powerful and chosen as a candidate for The Chrysalis Project - a top-secret transformation program operated by the institution to turn commoners with troubled pasts into the elites' "playthings". In her attempts to uncover the truth, Sienna slowly grows more affectionate towards the same man that had placed her in the midst of chaos in the first place. 

There is more to the turn of events than it may appear, and soon Sienna will uncover that the real enemy is perhaps not Hayden Whitehall, but other powerful forces in play.

Desiree gasped, and raised a hand to her mouth in shock. Where her bungalow had previously stood, there was now a large half-timbered building. She frowned in confusion. Was she going mad? Her home had been a simple one-storey bungalow with plain, whitewashed walls, identical to the other buildings in Walnut Close. But what stood before her was a large, three-storey building, with a black timber frame surrounding a pale plaster infill. As she gazed upon this new structure, she wondered where it had come from, and what had happened to her bungalow.
She looked around. There still did not seem to have been any reaction at all from any of her neighbours. Surely they must all have heard the impact as the falling piece of sky crashed into her bungalow? Had not one of them even looked out of a window to see what was going on?
But the cul-de-sac was still deserted. Not one of her neighbours had emerged from their own modern semi-detached house to investigate the loud crash. Not one of them was staring in horror at the debris that now littered the road. Not one of them had rushed out to check that she was alright.
She frowned angrily, annoyed by the implication that none of her neighbours cared about her well-being. What if the falling piece of sky had destroyed their home? She would certainly have rushed out of her home to check that they were alright, and to offer any assistance she could. She sighed. Perhaps they were all too worried about what would happen if they were seen outside during the day. But surely the authorities would be understanding, given the circumstances?
She shook her head. Confusing thoughts were hurtling around her head. The bungalow had been destroyed. Her bungalow! The sky was falling in. The sky! Her head was pounding, and things were not making any sense, so she closed her eyes and tried to think rationally.
How could the sky crack? It was the sky, not a glass bowl! How could a piece fall from the sky and destroy her home? That was clearly a ridiculous notion. Even if the sky were actually a glass bowl that had cracked, a small piece of glass would not be enough to completely destroy her home. And where had this large timber-framed building come from?
She felt a sudden gust of wind, and heard the soft rustling sound of the leaves in the trees. It sounded like they were whispering furtively among themselves. Her head pounded. Was this all a delusion brought on by her headache?
Desiree opened her eyes, and looked around once more. There was a nagging thought in the back of her mind. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there seemed to be something different about the world. She looked upwards, confused. There were no cracks in the sky. How could there be? How could she have imagined that there were? Now she was absolutely certain that she was going mad.
She sighed in resignation, and looked around at the fragments of debris that were scattered across the road. Clearly, something bad had happened. Had something crashed into her home? Or was she imagining the debris as well?
She rubber her temples. Her headache was still pounding away. She tried to concentrate, and focussed on the large timber-framed building that stood before her. As she cast her eyes over the structure, taking in every structural and ornamental detail, a wave of relief washed over her. The slate roof was still intact, and the timber frames did not appear to have suffered any structural damage. None of the windows appeared to have been broken. There was some minor damage to the plaster infill, but that could easily be fixed. Whatever it was that had fallen from the sky, it didn't appear to have caused any serious damage to her home.
Rubbing her forehead once more, she stumbled wearily along the path leading to the front door of her house. She stepped absent-mindedly over the small pieces of debris that were scattered across the path. As she opened the door and stepped inside, these small fragments of brick, tile, plaster, and glass all seemed to melt into the ground, as if they were cubes of ice left outside on a hot summer day.
Desiree closed the door and leant wearily against it. Her head was still throbbing. She wasn't certain that she knew what was going on any more, or even if she believed what she had seen with her own eyes. She sank to the floor in despair, and placed her head in her hands. Was this what going mad felt like?
Inhaling deeply, she attempted to pull together all the disparate thoughts that were running around in her head, to try to make sense of everything that had happened. Had she seen cracks form in the sky, or had she imagined it? If the cracks had been real, what had happened to them? Did a piece of the sky fall to the ground, or had she imagined that as well? And why was there still that nagging thought in the back of her mind that something had somehow changed?
She clambered unsteadily to her feet, using the door handle as a support, and staggered into the front room. She carefully made her way around the coffee table, worried that she might collapse at any moment, and slumped into her rocking chair. Still breathing deeply, she reached forward and picked up her mug. She took a sip of the tea. It was stone cold. She sighed with disappointment, and struggled to her feet.
She noticed that the book she had been reading was lying on the floor next to the fireplace. She groaned as she bent down to pick it up. Her back still hurt from her earlier fall.
As she stood back up, still groaning, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the small mirror above the fireplace. She frowned. Something wasn't right. She stared at her reflection for a moment, puzzled. Certainly it was her. 45 years old. Dark skin. brown eyes. Long black hair. And yet, there was something not quite right. Weren't there pictures above the fireplace?
She looked around the room. Everything seemed to be in order. Her rocking chair sat next to the coffee table, opposite the brown leather couch that lay against the wall to her left. The wall to her right contained the sooty, blackened fireplace with its ornate mahogany surround. Within the fireplace sat a small mound of chopped wood, ready should she ever need to light the fire for warmth. Directly in front of her, against the back wall, sat the ornately carved oak sideboard and the solid oak bookcase stuffed with tomes on a variety of different subjects.
She frowned. There was definitely something not quite right about the room, but she couldn't work out what it was. She glanced down at the book in her hand, and smiled ruefully. Sighing deeply, she tossed the book on to her rocking chair and headed out of the room, along the hallway, and into the kitchen.
She tipped the contents of her mug into the kitchen sink. As the cold tea swirled down the plug-hole with a soft gurgling sound, she shuffled wearily over to the worktop behind the door, where the kettle stood waiting to be used. She placed her mug on the worktop, and retrieved a fresh tea bag from the nearby caddy. She dropped this into the empty mug, and inspected the kettle. There was clearly not enough water left to make a mug of tea.
She picked up the kettle with a mournful sigh, and shuffled back over to the sink. Holding the kettle under the cold water tap, she filled it with just enough water for a fresh mug of tea. A thought suddenly occurred to her as she shuffled back across the kitchen. Why do kitchen sinks have separate hot and cold taps? Surely having a single tap would be better? That way, you could easily mix hot and cold water to get the temperature you wanted.
She placed the kettle back on the worktop and switched it on. Suddenly frowning again, she looked back at the sink. She could have sworn that her kitchen did have a mixer tap. But the evidence was there before her eyes. She shook her head sorrowfully. She must still be imagining things. Like the cracks in the sky earlier. Had it all been brought on by her headache? 
She looked around, frowning once more. She was beginning to get the same feeling in the kitchen as in the front room. Something was not quite right. For one thing, she couldn't remember where she had put the painkillers. She pulled open the nearest drawer, and peered inside. There were a variety of items within the drawer; batteries, food bags, even a torch. But no painkillers. She rooted through the other drawers in the kitchen, her search becoming ever more frantic. Was she losing her mind? It seemed that she was losing her memory, at least.
Soon she had searched through all the drawers in the kitchen, without locating any painkillers. She was certain that she had some left, that she hadn't already used the last ones. In desperation, she flung open the door of the cupboard containing the glassware and other drinking vessels. Ah! There they were! Nestling behind one of the spare mugs. She shook her head, a mix of relief and confusion etched on her face. What on earth had possessed her to hide the painkillers there?
As she retrieved the small box of pills from their hiding place, she sighed in resignation. Perhaps this was just another side-effect of her headache. Or perhaps she was going mad. Either way, there wasn't much she could do apart from take some painkillers and wait for her headache to subside. She opened the box and tipped two small white pills out on to the worktop, before placing the box back in its hiding place among the tumblers and mugs.
While she waited for the kettle to boil, she leaned wearily against the worktop and looked around the kitchen. Perhaps if she worked out what was wrong in here, she would be able to work out what was wrong in the front room as well.
It was a reasonably well-appointed kitchen, with a free-standing gas cooker and large fridge-freezer. The sink sat in the corner by the window, separated from the cooker by a small draining board. Jars of herbs and spices lined the worktops that ran along two of the walls. Various culinary implements hung from hooks on the wall. Some of them she had rarely used. Others she barely recognised. She sighed again. She still couldn't work out exactly what it was that was wrong. She turned and glared at the kettle. It seemed to be taking a long time to boil.
Sighing impatiently, she looked out of the kitchen window. The garden outside was in need of some attention. She screwed her face up and tried to remember when Martin, the gardener, was next due to come round. It must be in the next couple of days, judging by the length of the grass, but she couldn't remember exactly when. She sighed again, and looked back at the kettle. It still hadn't boiled. Why was it taking so long?
Suddenly, she froze. She was sure there had been another splintering sound, similar to the previous ones only much quieter. It had seemed to come from one of the rooms upstairs. A puzzled expression crossed her face. But her home was a bungalow, wasn't it?
She moaned in anguish and shook her head violently from side to side, to try to banish the confusing thoughts that were flooding her mind. Of course her home wasn't a bungalow. Her home was a large three-storey house. Why was she imagining that it was a bungalow?
She sighed and rubbed her temples again. If only this blasted headache would go away, she would be able to concentrate properly. She thought she had better go and investigate this latest noise. In any case, the kettle still hadn't boiled yet.
She strode purposefully out of the kitchen, heading along the hallway to the bottom of the stairs. As she passed the line of family photographs that hung on the wall, they started to sway gently in the light breeze generated by her passage. In the front room, the rocking chair started to move slowly back and forth, creaking softly with each change in direction.
She tilted her head to one side as she climbed the stairs, listening for any further noises. But it was still deathly quiet. She stopped at the top of the stairs, and looked out of the window. The branches of the nearby trees were swaying gently in the breeze, but she could not hear any birds singing, or any sounds of traffic on the nearby main road.
She groaned. Maybe the pounding of her headache was drowning out all other sounds in her head. She rubbed her forehead, and pushed open the door to the bathroom. She glanced inside. Everything appeared to be in good order. Nothing was broken. She pulled the door shut behind her, and moved along the landing towards her daughter's bedroom. She could now hear a soft, fluttering sound, like a piece of loose fabric flapping in the wind.
She pushed open the door, and looked inside. The bedroom had lain empty for the past few months, as her daughter was away at university. She looked around the room. There was a thin layer of dust on every surface, but nothing appeared to be broken, or even out-of-place. She frowned as she looked at the large mirror on the side wall. Behind the mirror, the paint was flaking off the wall, in places revealing the bare brickwork. She had intended to repaint the entire wall at some point, but had never quite got around to it.
She turned and walked out of her daughter's bedroom, closing the door behind her. She pushed open the door of her own bedroom, and peered inside. The room was dark. She was briefly overcome with panic, as she wondered why the room was dark, and what terrors were waiting for her in the darkness.
She took a step backwards, and the feeling of panic subsided as quickly as it had arrived. She shook her head and tutted, chastising herself for her gullibility. Get a grip, Desiree! She had simply forgotten to open the curtain that morning. She strode purposefully over to the window and pulled the curtain back.
Light flooded into the room. She looked around, and sighed with relief. Nothing appeared to have been broken. The mirror on the wall was crooked, so she straightened it. The ornamental owl on the bedside table was facing the wrong way, so she turned it around. Nothing else seemed to be out-of-place, so she turned and headed out of the room.
As she moved along the landing and approached the door to her mother's bedroom, the fluttering sound became louder. Nervously, she gently pushed at the door, suddenly worried that a window had broken and a bird had flown into the room.
The door swung gently open, and she hesitantly looked into the room. There didn't appear to be any birds flying about, or any loose pieces of fabric flapping in the breeze. But the fluttering sound definitely seemed to be coming from within the room.
She cautiously entered her mother's bedroom, and looked around. The window was thankfully not broken. She couldn't see anything else that could have caused the earlier splintering sound, nor anything that could be causing the fluttering sound that seemed to echo around the room.
She shivered, although there was no breeze in the room. Just standing in her mother's bedroom made her uneasy. As she turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror on the wall. She stopped, as if frozen in place. The fluttering sound seemed to be emanating from the mirror itself. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, it seemed to move and shimmer, like a piece of fabric caught in a stiff breeze.
She blinked, and the image reflected in the mirror suddenly changed. She was no longer staring at her own reflection, but an image of her mother. She frowned uncertainly. For some reason, that seemed to make sense. She was in her mother's bedroom, after all. But how could that make sense? Mirrors reflect what is there, in the room. She sighed with despair. Maybe she was going mad after all. 
She glared suspiciously at the reflected image of her mother. Her mother seemed to smile back at her. Nervously, she approached the mirror and placed her hand lightly on its surface. Her mother did the same. The mirror seemed to vibrate in response to her touch, or to her mother's touch. One or the other.
Ripples began to form on the surface of the mirror, radiating outwards from her hand. She frowned. She knew that these ripples were no more than an illusion, the light playing tricks on her mind. Like the reflection of her mother. She was seeing things that clearly were not there. She could feel the mirror beneath her hand, a simple sheet of crystalline glass, solid and unyielding.
As the ripples moved back and forth across the surface of the mirror, they began to merge together, forming a regular, rhythmic oscillation. The reflected image of her mother warped under this oscillation, changing shape like a reflection in one of those distorting mirrors often found at funfairs. She thought she could hear her mother's voice, chiding her. "Be a good girl," the voice seemed to whisper.
She lifted her hand away from the mirror in shock. Almost instantly, the ripples faded from view, along with the reflection of her mother. In its place was an image of a sturdily-built man in his late forties, with dark brown skin, brown eyes, and tightly-cropped black hair. He was standing before a mirror in the hallway of his home, adjusting his tie.
Desiree smiled, and nodded in understanding. She knew what needed to be done.

Wildbridge was a sleepy town. Nothing much happened there. Well, not since... Martin. And that suited Serina just fine. But everything was about to change. Or had it already started changing, and all that was about to happen was that people were going to start noticing? Well, it's difficult not to notice when people start turning up dead. Murdered. Especially when you're a senior member of the Serious Crime Investigation team.

Meanwhile, many light years away on the non-aligned planet of Jahanna, changes were already afoot, and there were whispers of rebellion and revolution on the streets. But death is not far away here, either. As the well-oiled machinery of the bureaucracy begins to stutter and creak under the weight of murder and betrayal, just how far will the Council go to maintain the status quo?

How could the events in Wildbridge possibly have any bearing on Jahanna?

And what exactly happened on Bershevah?

Andrea was taken aback by how huge the bathroom was. It featured a giant jacuzzi tub that faces the city lights through a glass window. There were huge mirrors all over. The wall was made of marble, including the countertops of the dresser and the wash bins. 
Lu Fang followed Andrea inside and smiled at his wife's reaction. It was not his first time to stay in the presidential suite. Although over time, it had updated its interiors; the changes were minimal to his point of view. 
"Beautiful isn't it?" He asked before handing her a glass of water. 
After gulping it down, she placed the glass on one of the countertops and said, "I want to do it here just like the last time."
Andrea recalled how they made love in a bathroom and seeing how luxurious the interior was, she thought it needed to be put to good use. She then turned to the mirror on the wall and added, "and also there."
The man came closer, pressing his body against her bare one and responded, "Don't worry, babe. We will not spare any beautiful spaces in this suite."
He kissed her gently before adding, "but first, we badly need to take a bath."
The couple scrubbed and lathered their bodies with bath soap while occasionally kissing and playing with each other's private parts. After getting rinsed, they found themselves next to the huge wall mirror, already smooching. 
Lu Fang squeezed firmly his wife's breasts with both hands as he sucked on her lips and tongue. He loved her soft lips. He especially loved the satisfied look on her face when he kissed her passionately. Like Andrea, he also felt she wanted him earnestly. 
Pulling away, the man excused himself and stepped outside. Upon his return, he was pushing a chaise lounge which was previously in the bedroom. 
"Babe, what are you doing? You should have asked me for help!" Andrea asked. 
"Don't worry, babe. Your man is strong enough to handle this," he replied while carefully placing the lounge next to the walled mirror. 
He stepped back and after being satisfied with the set-up before instructing her, "Babe, get up on the edge of the sofa."
Before she could do as directed, the man laid down on the lounge, his shoulders rested on the inclined part of the sofa. It made her confused, but he guided her to where she was supposed to kneel. With her legs apart, the man's face was in between her thighs, with direct access to her peach. 
One of her knee rested on the sofa's arm while the other at the top of the inclined part of the furniture. Instinctively, Andrea turned slightly sideways pushing her palm against the mirror for balance and Lu Fang adjusted the same way. 
The sofa was facing the mirror on one side but with just a little position change from their end, should they wish to, they could see each other's movements perfectly. It was not an easy stand, but Andrea understood it was necessary to witness the next part of their foreplay. 
"We did it before in front of a mirror," he reminded her as his hands traced her behind up to her waist. 
Andrea flushed, seeing herself but she acknowledged, "Yes, I remember that trip to the Maldives. You had already made sure there were mirrors in the mansion bedroom."
The man gave a smirk before announcing, "Well, this is going to be better."
"Aaah… Hmmmm," she moaned instantly at the feel of her husband's tongue playing with her clit. She looked at the mirror and focused on watching his tongue against her bottom lips. It did not take long for the man to suck her completely, making her hold on to his hair, seemingly pulling it out while crying in satisfaction. 
"Aaah! Yeah! Ahhh!" Andrea could not hold it in. Especially since she can see how her husband devoured her private part without apprehension. 
Lu Fang remained to hold his wife by the waist to support her as she was starting to move her hips, pushing harder her rose onto his mouth. He happily welcomed it as he would do anything to please her. He was at it for half an hour but he never felt tired. 
When she was almost ready to come, she no longer cared about the mirror and merely directed her gaze to her husband, screaming as loud as she could. 
When she finally reached orgasm, she felt herself twitching while sliding down her body against Lu Fang. 
"Oh, god. That was so good, babe," Andrea declared while still gasping for air. 
It did not take long for her hand to make its way to his hard length and slowly gave it a few strokes to prepare themselves for the next step. While her insides were still throbbing, she wanted him inside her. Thus, she wasted no time and sat up. 
The man watched his wife continued to caress his hardness as she lowered her body. She first rubbed his tip against her clit before finally pushing her entire weight down lazily. 
"F**k! You always feel good, babe," said Lu Fang before letting out soft moans following his wife's grinding motion. 
She was incredibly aroused sensing her husband's hardness inside her that she bit her lip all throughout, occasionally kneading her own breast. 
They both checked themselves in the mirror as they made love, completely leveling up their excitement. 
Andrea took the lead of their love-making for the next fifteen minutes, but soon, her husband wanted a different position; one where he could shove his stick much faster. 
They quickly made their way to the dresser, but so Lu Fang can prolong their act before reaching orgasm, he made out with her while standing for a few more minutes. 
"Ahh!" Andrea's exclaim after being held up by her husband's strong arms and placed on the countertop. He then cleared the dresser's top, merely throwing the tissue box and notepads on the floor. 
She quickly spread her legs for him and the man hastily held his erection and pushed it inside her as hard as he could. 
"Aaahh! Ahhh!" 
"F**k! F**k!"
They both simultaneously yelled in desire as the man sped up his pumping. All the more, when he heard his wife scream, "Faster! Do me faster! I want you, babe. Do me faster!"
Lu Fang moved to and fro, thrusting two to three times per second that the sounds of their slapping flesh were louder than their moans.
His body was sweating, but he kept at it knowing they both were ready to reach climax. 
"Ahhh! F**k! F**k! F**k!" He screamed after releasing his load inside her, thrusting three more times, forcefully before finding Andrea's lips for a kiss. 
Catching her breath, she let go of his mouth and said, "I love you, Fang. I love making love to you."
The man placed a hand behind her neck and responded with a deep kiss. They made out again for minutes while Lu Fang's organ was still inside her. It was such an electrifying source of happiness that they knew it bound them to want more of each other. 
"I love you more, Andy… Now, turn around... I want to do with your back facing me."
"Okay. I'm still full of cum though."
"That's fine. Let's fill you up completely, tonight," said the man as he began to give his rod a handjob.
Andrea merely pursed her lips as she turned around for him. She lifted her leg on top of the countertop. She saw herself in the mirror and she totally loved it. 
"Aaah…" She moaned the moment Lu Fang's erection entered her. 
She screamed with desire while watching herself getting banged. She saw her husband relentlessly thrusting from behind her and she loved it. She loved how her husband was lusting over her. She knew he wanted her badly. 
The man enjoyed doing her from behind. Thus, he maintained the same position for nearly an hour while pumping continuously. When he finally came again, he thrust with all his might, knowing his wife could handle it. 
With both hands against the mirror, Andrea kept her balance while receiving her husband's love from her behind. 
They were both out of breath after their third round that they merely indulged in more kisses after taking another shower.
They laid in bed cuddling and just before closing their eyes, Lu Fang set up his phone saying, " Time still nine in the evening. Let's wake up at three in the morning and resume our exercise."


[COMPLETED]

"Andy, I love you so much." The man said while taking a breather after a long kiss.

Andrea closed her eyes and held his face giving him small kisses before answering. "I love you too." 

"Babe, I know I said I'd wait till we get married, but… - " 

"Shhh…" She interrupted him and teasingly bit her lip before smiling. She gave him another set of kisses before finally adding, "I never asked you to wait… I want you too…"

 ***

 "Andy, tell me about your family? What have you been up to before we met?" 

Andrea's head was leaning against his torso thinking of what to say to him. She was suddenly silent and began sorting through a pile of secrets in her head, trying to decide where to start. 

She then turned to the side and hugged him tightly. 

"Andy?" 

"Sometimes, I wonder if I am that really important to you."

 ***

BANG! BANG! 

Lu Fang closed his eyes anticipating pain to follow but as he opened his eyelids, he felt nothing.

“Andy! Andy!” 

He screamed at the top of his lungs when he realized it was Andrea and not him who received the bullets and fell off the cliff. 

**** 

Inside a private facility, a woman woke up from a coma and the first thing she did was to call her sister. “I want you to arrange a marriage for me. Marry me off to the CEO of Lu-Wei Enterprises, Lu Fang.”

 **** 

Andrea Li was heartbroken and left her foster family. Since then, she commissioned herself as a bodyguard, hoping to forget her failed relationship while preserving her combative skills. 

By accident, she met Lu Fang, the CEO of Lu-Wei Enterprises, and the same man she was meant to protect. In order to keep him safe, she got caught in a pretended relationship until both their feelings turned real. 

As they got closer to the truth behind his assassination attempts, Lu Fang and his family speculated on Andrea’s identity. 

What secrets does Andrea have? Will Lu Fang Accept her dark past? 

I hope you stay with me on this romantic journey as we unravel the mysteries of Andrea’s life and put Lu Fang’s love to the test. 

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WARNING: This novel contains content of a very adult nature. If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, you may opt to skip this.

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"The non-smilers have targeted these children, too. I have to work faster." Chen Ge did not have to fight with the cursed hospital yet. What he wished for the most was for the ghost fetus to fight the cursed hospital so that he could reap the benefit in the middle, but the chances of that happening were very low.
Glancing at the phone for the time, Chen Ge did not wait too long at the child's home. He took a cab and went to Fang Yu's favorite park. The road was sealed, and the park was cordoned off by blue construction boards. From more than ten meters away, Chen Ge saw Fang Yu, who stand alone outside the park. "She has come here again."
After paying the fare, Chen Ge walked toward Fang Yu. "What are you doing?"
Fang Yu turned blankly around. The gaze that fell on Chen Ge was somewhat surprised, like the owner had some impression of this face. "I'm sorry, but do you know…"
"Yes, I do know Fang Yu. I am his best friend. Tonight, I shall take you to meet him." Chen Ge answered so fast that it startled Fang Yu. The girl might not have a good memory, but she was not dumb. She was a little suspicious of Chen Ge.
"Looks like you have forgotten me again." He explained for a long time, but Fang Yu still did not trust Chen Ge. She gripped her fists and turned to run back to her home. Chen Ge was quite helpless, so he chased after her. He could see things from her perspective. For a person with memory loss, the world was strange and filled with uncertainty. When they reached Fang Yu's residential area, the auntie who Chen Ge had met before saw him. She saw Chen Ge, who was following Fang Yu, and she walked over with a kind smile.
"Have you come to see Fang Yu again?" The way the aunty looked at Chen Ge was strange, like a mother assessing the boy her daughter had brought home.
"Auntie, I might disturb you again tonight." Chen Ge carried the backpack and walked toward Fang Yu. "Through some investigation, I found a way that could evoke Fang Yu's memory, and I want to test it out tonight."
"What way is that?"
"I can't tell you just yet, but I guarantee it will work."
"Then that's perfect. Come on, why are we standing here in the cold?" The auntie invited Chen Ge and Fang Yu into her home. Once indoors, Fang Yu hid inside her room. "Sigh, this girl. I'm afraid she will one day forget about herself."
"She won't." Chen Ge was curious about Fang Yu's illness. He wanted to know what Fang Yu's world behind the door looked like. "Auntie, actually, I am a clinical therapist, and I will need your help with today's session."
"Just tell me anything you need."
"Give me Fang Yu's bedroom key, and the treatment will start at midnight."
The auntie hesitated before she agreed. At midnight, all the lights were off. Chen Ge sneaked into Fang Yu's bedroom, and he saw the blood door beside Fang Yu's bed. Compared to Wu Sheng's door, Fang Yu's door was almost covered in red. It looked almost no different from a real blood door. Fang Yu was a light sleeper. After Chen Ge locked the door, he did not stop and headed straight for the blood door. When his hand closed over the doorknob, something unexpected happened.
The backpack started to leak blood, and he heard pages turning. To not wake up Fang Yu, Chen Ge did not hesitate and pushed the door open.
…
When he opened his eyes, Chen Ge felt a great pain from his brain, as if a pair of hands had reached into his brain to pull a chunk of it out. He grabbed his head and slowly squatted on the ground. He took a few minutes' rest before he stood up again.
"Wait… is this the front door of Jiujiang's Children's Home?" Fang Yu's world was different from all the worlds that Chen Ge had encountered before. It was monochromatic, only gray and white. There was no blackness or redness; it was like a still of a grayscale picture. Standing on the spot, Chen Ge opened the backpack and was surprised to find Zhang Ya's bedtime story sitting atop everything else.
"I remember slipping this into the side compartment." Chen Ge flipped through the book, and it only got more surprising. The blood characters on the book had disappeared. "How did this happen?"
Chen Ge checked everything else. It was all fine. Only Zhang Ya's bedtime story was affected. "Is it because she is a Demon God? Has it caused the ghost fetus to be worried?"
Shaking his head, Chen Ge had no ide. He tried to communicate with Xu Yin and the other ghosts, and it was a long time before he got a reaction. This world behind the door was very stable, so that meant the limitation on Xu Yin and the rest was heavy. It would be hard for them to break through.
"This is only the third door that I've entered, and the situation is already so bad. Just how scary is the door where the real ghost fetus is hiding?"
Walking in the gray and white door, Chen Ge slowly noticed the difference of this world. The other worlds were laden with the lingering spirit and obsession of the door pusher, but this world was different. Everything in sight was faded, like a painting that was being brushed away. Everything was turning strange and blurry. The pedestrians on the street hurried away. They had no faces, and they wore the same outfit.
"Memory is the core of one's existence. Without memories, the world will turn into something like this, huh? Pale, blurry, and dulling one's sense in uncertainty and anxiety."
There was another strange thing about this world. At the end of the alley, on the door of the convenient store, on the wall, there were placed many mirrors. Chen Ge knew mirrors represented a unique meaning behind the door. He stood before one to study it, and he saw the color on his body slowly fading as well. Chen Ge in the mirror was slowly being assimilated into this world.
"The colors might be my memory. When I become gray and white, perhaps I will forget even myself. Looks like I can't stay here for too long." Xu Yin and the rest's help was temporarily unavailable to him, but Chen Ge knew Fang Yu's story. He knew where to find her. "The monsters behind the door are projections of people and incidents in real life. Fang Yu has a horrible memory. All the people here have no faces. She has forgotten herself, so naturally, she won't remember those horrible things."
Without memories, there was no joy, and of course, there was no sadness. How could one be despaired when one was not given hope in the first place?
In a way, it was lucky. No one stopped Chen Ge because no one was interested in him. To them, Chen Ge was just a passing pedestrian, and they would forget about him after they turned the corner. That worked for Chen Ge. As time passed, perhaps after he made that one step, Chen Ge would forget what he was doing, where he was doing, and who he was.
He was thankful that he already knew of Fang Yu's past before he entered this world. Without wasting time, he started to search for the place where Fang Yu most likely would be—the small house inside the forest by the dam.


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

After the day the police decided it was a suicide, it was almost as if the whole world had stopped around me. I kept thinking about the Millers, Finian's family and how much pain they must be going through to have a second "death" in their family. Similar to my parents, when Finian was younger his family had lost his father. Finian had explained it was a foggy night in November, when around two A.M he heard clashing and yells from downstairs. Fin being three years old at the time, decided to go see what was going on from the down below. When he got to the bottom of the stair well, the noise had stopped. As Fin reached for the light switch, he struggled to turn it on however when his three year old arms managed to, Fin was shocked by the view in front of him.
      His fathers body on the floor draped in blood, with his mother crouched over sobbing. Her cries were silent but Fin could still notice the gasps in between.  Fin ran quickly but quietly back upstairs and hid under his dinosaur bed sheets, that once reminded him of his favourite animal, however in this moment they just reminded him of the inevitably thought of how everything goes to an end.  Fin curled up into a ball and began mumbling to himself.
      "This is all a dream. It's just a bad nightmare, Daddy's still alive." Fin kept telling himself, although deep down only being three years old, he still knew he was lying to himself.  Fin's world changed forever that day; he realized that we only have a short time to live and spend with the people we love, so we better use it wisely.  
     First, the Millers lose their father to a mystery assassination, and next their son from a suicide. I can barely imagine how much pain the Miller's must be going through. To have their, brother, father and husband gone in a second is devastating to even think about, let alone grasp.  
      I barely slept at all last night, thinking about where Fin could've gone and what would be my first step into finding him. Eventually, somehow I found my way into sleep, hugging my pillow, hearing my tears hit my soft light blue comforter. Everything was silent, the world kept spinning except me. Everyone's day kept going on, nonetheless I stood there waiting for my next step. Drifting to sleep was my only escape from this misery that became reality. I could feel my whole world fade away.
      Cold hard ground was all I felt, looking over my shoulder, I noticed the change of scenery around me. I wasn't in my bedroom anymore, instead I was in a room full of mirrors all around me, each wall covered with my reflection.  I stood up, looking around me, notifying each and every mirror showing me. I stepped closer to one of the mirrors, and observed the fact that I was still in my Pjs. My shorts and long t-shirt shone off the mirror, as if their were a light source in the room I was in. In fact, maybe there was light. I swiftly turned to the sound of footsteps, and that was when I saw him. Finian. Standing in the corner of the enclosed room shining off bright light off his body, as if he were a flashlight.
     My heart jumped, Fin was right there in front of me. I wanted to tell him everything, everything that's happened in the past couple of days without him. And most importantly, I wanted to tell him how much I've missed him. The pain I and many others have felt and how stupid he was to leave me without him.
     "Finian! Is it you?" I stood there astonished hoping for an answer, that it was really him. That he came back for me. Fin stepped closer, the light drew away from him, showing his real colours and facial features.
"Everyone, they're full of blood. They're guilty." Fin preached, coming closer to me with each step he took.
"What the hell are you talking about," I stepped back with each step Fin took closer, sensing some hostility coming from him. This wasn't Fin, I could feel it, Fin would never try to make me feel unsafe or unsteady. "Fin, please what do you mean?"
"You'll see Cathy," Fin got so close to me to the point where I was against one of the walls with no more ways to possibly step back. 
     "And we can end them together..." With one blink, Finian pulled out a knife and swiftly threw it at one of the opposite walls, shattering glass everywhere. 
    I couldn't breathe, couldn't run. I tried to scream but my voice was replaced with the sound of my heart drumming. 
     "You and I, together alas." Finian pulled me up by my t-shirt up to his face. I could see each little imperfection from his dimples, the way his light brown eyebrows slightly slanted upwards. He looked how he did before he left except something felt off about him, but somehow I couldn't tell what it was. 
     I managed to gather all my strength, and pushed Fin away from me.  Out of breath, I ran to the mirror where the knife clashed.  I picked up the knife and held it out from me.  "Make one move Finian,"  I wheezed.  "And I won't hesitate.  I know this isn't you, you're some psycho version of my best friend, and I won't give in."  The sound of Finian laughing surprised me as he turned around, his body facing mine. 
     "Lets be honest," His voice said, slowly getting louder throughout each word said.  "You don't have the guts to do that.  You're too naive and that will forever be one of your greatest downfalls, Catherine."  His voice was now at the top of his lungs, louder than I've ever heard him speak before.  "You are too pure."  His voice echoed throughout the room, banging against my ears.  
   All around me, each mirror started shattering, glass falling everywhere on the floor.  As Finian started to come closer to me, that's when I woke up.
My eyes flew open to the sight of my own bedroom. None of that was real. I could hear the sound of my heart pounding as I sat up against my headboard. My breath shaking as I buried my head in my knees and cradled myself slowly. None of that was real, it's all just a bad dream Cathy, I thought to myself, advising myself to stay strong.
At the end of the day, the people we love, know, laugh with and surround our selves with are our fears. We can never avoid it. As long as we keep living, we are each others thoughts and worries and doubts; most of all, we are each others pain.

When 14 year old, Catherine Santos' best friend Finian Miller goes missing, the police assume a suicide with enough evidence to do so but Cathy won't believe that.  Her best friend wouldn't leave her in this world alone.  Catherine decides she'd look for Fin herself.  When Catherine appears the next day at school she is consoled by many people she doesn't even know, or students she barely even knows.  At the end of school, Cathy is found crying under the stair well almost giving up hope on Fin until' to her surprise she hears someone.  Who would be staying late at school?  Alas, her question is answered when the high school jock Keith Winstone appears in front of her.  Catherine is shocked since this was the boy most girls in her school had a crush on.  Although, Cathy know better and that she would not fall for his charms.  Catherine is apposed to a deal; if Catherine would tutor him for English, he would assist her into finding Fin.  After a while of thinking, Catherine accepts his proposal in hope this would bring them closer to finding the mystery of her best friend.  Parties, romance and action awaits the two as they look for Finian Miller.

it's Saturday morning... a girl slowly woke from here deep slumber regardless of her surroundings and why should she be it's a day off ... free time for herself... the dark light suddenly vanishes as the bright light of the morning sun hit her eyes... her phoenix zile dark brown eyes with long eye lashes  continuing with a perfect fit nose line followed by tink light pink morning lips.

she slowly rises up her body and stretches her body for the laziness still on with the body due to sleeping .

it shows a room with dark walls but still bright due to the work of the lightings. a big master bed with alot of pillows and a beauty in between ... the room had a big glass wall dividing the balcony from the bedroom. the room had 2 more doors indicating one as a bathroom and the other as closet. there are 4 dressing tables in the room with lamps on the top, 2 single couches  opposite to each other and a running table in between.... 

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intro: 

name: yu Yan

family : mom and dad ( living in different country )

siblings: none
friends: none in present because she doesn't like being involved in anything but she is close to her workers specifically a student part timer who works in her cafe. 

status: single

wealth: rich

living: lives alone in country c because she doesn't want to depend on her parents

she owns a cafe where she spends most of her time. she is a kind and gentle girl. she is beautiful and stunning but still single because she never felt a kind of attached to anyone in other words waiting for her prince charming riding his white horse.  she is an antique lover.   she loves collecting antiques so her house was filled with antiques...

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back to the story-

she got down from here bed heading towards her bathroom to fresh up. after doing her morning routine she got out of the bathroom. she lives alone in this house suitable for a small family but the fact is that she lives here alone... 

today she was planning to go for a search for a mirror. she accidentally broke her old mirror when she was arranging her stuffs last night... she just cleared up the mess and went to bed directly. 

she dressed herself up with a blue floral dress   ... perfectly fits her curves till her waist and flowy below ranging above her knees. she got herself a black ragged jacket with black leather boots which makes her look like a perfect fit model. she took her hand bag and went out from her room...

 getting downstairs she got to her big living room 2 big and 2 small couches adjacent to each other and a table in between, windows just behind a big couch . the right side goes to some guest rooms and the right direction goes to the her kitchen.

she straight went towards her kitchen , she wasn't that hungry because it's just morning so she took an apple from her fridge and a bottle of juice... she poured a glass for herself and drank itand grabbed her apple and went out. 

before she leaves she checks the room property then locked up everything. she got near  her compound when she heard her neighbour aunties ( Mrs xie and Mrs ji ) gossiping something....

Mrs xie: " such a handsome guy!!! he looks like he have stepped out of a novel but in 21st century version " laughs sheepishly 

Mrs ji: " I heard he lived here till his high school but had to leave because of his parents business. so he got his higher studies in foreign " in gossiping tone 

Mrs xie: " I wish I was little bit younger hehe... but Aish I was born too early and I don't have a daughter too to fix them up " 

their gossips went on and on ... yu yan ignores their talks and went inside her car to explore the mirror shops to find herself a mirror. looking towards her car car the both ladies changed her topic towards Yan ....

Mrs xie: " hey!!! isn't it Yan ..? " pointing at yan's car

Mrs ji: " yeah!!! it's obviously her " looking towards the back of her car.

Mrs xie: " I wish I had a daughter like her. she lives here alone without her parents support... she must be very potential and optimistic to live alone in this world... " said with a understanding pout.

Mrs ji: " hey !!! how about I talk with her parents about my Jiang Cheng ... she is a perfect daughter in law for me .... " 

Mrs xie: " Don't talk nonsense!!! she is my daughter in law... " 

  [ a/n : Aish!!! this aunt gossips are never ending. ] 

 [ ** RR ** :  --__--  ITS YOU!!!  who is writing this so just stop it... I can't bare them anymore. ]

[ a/n : ok ok.... Don't get angry on this pitiful a/n let's get back to our heroin] 

.....

the car stopped Infront of a full mirror shop... she went inside it... she opened the door and the bell about the door rang indicating someone has arrived and it's our yu Yan ... a young girl came towards her and bowed at her. 

" welcome miss at the Shi mirrors " she looks like a worker of this shop... Yan started exploring the whole shop.  she looked at a mirror it looks like an antique but no it wasn't it's just a coloured in this colour. she likes it but it doesn't fullfil her consideration... after an hour of searching for her favour but still she was empty handed.

though the shop is filled with various kind of mirrors... small , big , square, round, oval, heavily curved, simple curved, black, golden, brown, etcetera... etcetera.... 

nothing could fullfil her favour. she left the shop and went towards her car heading towards the next shop.

she parked her car Infront of her next destination ie the next mirror shop ....

she entered the shop and an old lady welcomed her with a wide smile... " welcome to the Han's mirrors dear " " what would you like to see my child " 

" do you have any mirror which is simple but old as well as an antique " Yan said with a smile flashing in her face enlightening her beauty more 

" sure child!!! this way please" she guided Yan towards a corner of the shop full of antique mirror. 

the same went again as in the first shop , she looked through out the whole shop. she liked some mirrors but was not her destined mirror ... more hours passed... she grew hungry so thought of having something before going for exploring the mirror shops more ..

the old mirror : do you want to find love? 

it's the story of a girl. pass mistakes took her back. love from the past. will she be able to change her fate which she did. a love , a mistake, an undo and a travel.

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