Li Du felt embarrassed by the fact that he had already stayed for lunch, and now he was being told to pick some vegetables at Tomasson’s vegetable farm as well.
Li tried to refuse, but Tomasson was very insistent about it, and so he agreed to the friendly neighbor’s request.
Hans suggested, "Let's take some presents next time when we visit him—we can bring them some useful things they need."
"Like a filly?" Li Du laughed.
Jones added jokingly, "Remember to buy from my ranch. I’ll give you a special price."
After a sumptuous lunch, Li noticed that the Amish were not in a hurry to go out to the fields. Had they done so in the middle of the day, they would likely get sunburns, as it was summer time.
Li Du really took his hats off to Arizona’s sunshine and climate. It was still early July and the weather was already this warm in Flagstaff. Li Du thought, How hot it would be in Phoenix if it were September?
Flagstaff was located to the north of Arizona, in the Colorado Plateau, near the Grand Canyon National Park. Its temperature was lower than that of the southern cities.
Ricky and the rest of the family would usually take a nap or relax for a break after lunch.
And as they had just gotten the filly and the various tools Li had brought them, Ricky decided not to take a break but to clean up the stable together with the children to house the new horse.
His to-do-list also included helping his wife move out the old weaving machine, and make way for the new one.
During this period, Ashley showed Li Du and friends a traditional Amish wedding dress: a pair of high-topped leather black shoes and a blue linen dress with a white translucent apron over it. This, along with all their other clothing, was handmade by themselves.
Ricky loved the complete set of woodworking tools that Hans had chosen. However, he decided to give the set of tools to his cousin as a wedding gift.
According to Amish customs, a male relative would gift a set of woodworking tools to the female relative who was getting married and vice versa.
Ricky felt that such a good set of tools would make his future cousin-in-law beam with joy. Not to mention that the tools were also handmade and new.
All in all, with regards to the trade that had taken place, Ricky felt that his family had gotten the bigger slice of pie.
But Li Du felt that this was a square deal. He did not feel that he was short-changed in any way at all. Not only had he gotten the zoological specimen that he was really interested in, but he also gained the friendship of the Amish as well.
During the meal with the family, both Ricky and Ashley had mentioned that their grandfather had painstakingly taken the specimen with him from Africa. It had a long history and there were only a small number of such specimens in the world.
Upon hearing that, Li Du surmised that the little bug’s "Relive the Past" ability might have a limit that it could only reverse to a certain point in time and, at that point, the creature had already been turned into a specimen.
If what Ricky said was true in regards to the quantity of the specimen, it would be highly possible Li Du had stumbled upon a truly valuable item.
However, Li Du was in no hurry to get rid of the skeletal specimen. The priority would be the antique Winchester gun and the Blizzard game sets.
When the weather cooled down, they left Ricky’s place and set off for Tomasson’s vegetable farm.
There was a wide variety of vegetables on the farm: celery, spinach, tomato, cucumber, eggplant, bell peppers, green beans, and many more.
Li Du picked a plump, juicy-looking tomato, rubbed it on his shirt and took a bite. The Amish do not put pesticides on their vegetation. Therefore, Li felt there was no need to wash the tomato before eating them.
The ripe tomato was so juicy that the fresh tomato juice spilled onto his cheeks, chin, and nose as well.
Hans roared with laughter seeing Li in this state; he smiled creepily and said, "So you love…" Hans trailed off, whispering to him so no one else could hear. "This hobby of yours is very unique, my little brother!"
Li Du wanted to show him the middle finger but he was worried it might offend his friendly Amish neighbor, so he could only give Hans a kick in the leg.
There was no sour smell on the tomato. Instead it had a delicate scent like Mother Nature. When Li Du tasted it, there was hardly any sour taste either.
These types of tomatoes were great for making stewed beef brisket with tomato. Hence, Li picked a few of them and put them into a bag.
He also picked some celery and garlic so he could make mashed celery root with garlic, which was a great meal for summer.
Green beans were a must too. The fresh green beans plus the fresh red peppers could be stir-fried together or sautéed. They could be a side dish to stewed, fatty pork meat.
Just thinking of all this food almost made Li’s mouth water!
Li didn’t want to take advantage of the kind Amish, so he just picked an amount enough for one to two meals. However, it still amounted to a few bags of fresh vegetables.
After saying goodbye to Tomassen, the four of them went back to their own places, with Hans and Li heading back to Pine Tree Tops.
Li was packing the vegetables into the refrigerator. Hans was in the living room checking out news of any upcoming auctions.
Hans just surfed around for a short while and started shouting, "Hey, buddy! Come, there’s good news!"
Li Du asked, "What’s up? We got a potential buyer for the gun?"
Hans replied with enthusiasm, "No, it’s a big auction. There’s a movie prop warehouse auction in L.A., and it’s a major event that we can not miss!"
"A movie prop warehouse auction? The movie production company wants to let go of their own warehouse?"
Hans shook his head. "No, what’s inside a movie prop warehouse? It’s a movie production company’s warehouse, you know? Hollywood produces so many movies in a year that their warehouses must be jam-packed with equipment and props!
"The props used for shooting the film, the shooting equipment, the various materials used during the promotion of the movie—all of that will all be auctioned off!"
Li Du got what Hans was trying to say. "Okay, so we might be able to uncover valuable props used for a movie, or stumble upon a famous movie star’s poster with their signature, right?"
"Right: at the last movie prop warehouse auction, someone got the Ducati Sport Classic 1000 motorbike used in ‘Tron: Legacy.’"
"You mean it’s worth some cash even if it was just a prop motorcycle?"
"That motorbike’s not just for show. It’s powered by a very strong engine, it’s got hydraulic brakes, and a car computer installed. There’re also headlights in the back. The motorbike is so cool that it was sold at a price of 500,000 dollars!"
When Hans finished explaining all this to Li Du, his eyes were glistening. One could tell how much Hans wanted to go to the Hollywood auction.
"Okay, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!" Li said decisively.
Well, the mention of 500,000 dollars was enough to make Li agree to set off for Hollywood. Although Li Du had close to 600,000 dollars sitting in his bank account, he felt that he was still poor.
"Of course we have to go to Hollywood. We need to go there to look for potential buyers for the gun. We’re unable to sell it for a good price here," Hans reminded him.
Hans had posted pictures of the gun on eBay, Facebook, and Instagram to see if anyone would contact them.
Then he brought the games with him to look for buyers. Hans entered a game store and showed the store owner what he had brought.
The store owner was surprised to see the entire collection of Blizzard games. "Wow, you’ve got some nice stuff here. Some of these can no longer be found." 
"How much would you be willing to pay for them?"
The store owner answered honestly, "I won’t buy all of them. If you’re willing to sell them separately, I would like ‘The Lost Viking,’‘Rock n’ Roll Racing,’‘Shanghai II: Dragon’s Eye,’ and ‘Warcraft: Orcs & Humans.’ We can talk about the price."
"No, I won’t sell them separately." Hans shook his head firmly. "This is a complete set, and I want to sell it as a collection."
The store owner shook his head as well. "Well, that’s too bad then. There are too many ‘World of Warcraft’ titles out there—they aren’t worth much."
Hans begged to differ. "Pal, you mean the collector’s edition of ‘World of Warcraft’ is not worth much?"
The store owner gave a sigh and explained: "Okay, they are worth some cash but who can I sell them to? There aren’t many game collectors in Flagstaff."


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

We were now living in the heart of the Midwest... my father was a bishop in the Amish church, as was his father before him. My grandfather was getting to old to lead the church which was why we had moved here, so dad could take over for him. Five days after we arrived in November of '04, my grandmother passed away. I remember very little of this experience. I remember the rain and the cold as we stood at the grave site and the sadness that I saw on the faces around me. I remember thinking it odd that my daddy was crying. It was something that my five year old mind couldn't quite grasp. Two weeks after that I turned 6. My brother was 9, and went to school every day. Because the Amish don't use kindergarten or preschool I was still staying at home with my mom and dad. The winter months dragged on and on for me. The best part of every day was my brothers return from school. He was my hero. We did everything together. The farm my father had bought was a 120 acre run down farm. We were living in a shop building that winter as we tried to clear out a wooded area where we wanted to build a house. Before spring though, it was finished and we moved into the new place. It was the first time I experienced having my own room. At first I refused to sleep there. I had always slept with my brother. Looking back now I can see how odd that was. But we had a very close bond. I was 8 before I slept in my own bed. That June, six months after my grandmother had passed, we were called to Kentucky where my grandfather had been staying with family since her passing. This was my first close experience with death. His entire family, children, grandchildren, and great grands, were gathered around his bed when he took his final breath. His passing was peaceful but still a bit confusing for a young mind to grasp. Now another new journey was about to begin. For my father, it was being all alone in running his church. For me, it was school.

6hrs left...
Everyone in the commanding room was concentrated on the struggles of the family.
Emma's swore, if this were some kind of action movie, they would be the main actors as her heart was anxious by each step they made.
The first find already started hitting the trees. Making the environment that was already dark even gloomier.
From the other side, the car fought trough uneven roads and bushes. Luckily it was a good jeep and such roads were no big deal.
But still, both sides made them hold their breaths whole time.
''Mr. Fin. They are about a mile away from you to the right. I think they strolled way too much to the left when they descended. Try turning bit around I see the old road ahead of you.''
''I know that road. That was before the road to the mines. I know the way up there.''
Emma instructed him with a calm voice but stood there shaking with her hands in fist white from all the pressure.
A small hand touched her and when she turned her head down and saw a pair of eyes staring at her with the care she laughed lightly. ''Hungry?''
''Do you think those three anxious people would let me be hungry? They fed me, played with me and brought me here without letting anyone even close to me. What kind of order did you make that they rose their weapons and were getting angry when people tried to enter the same escalator?''
Emma looked at the tree women that just shrugged. ''We actually planned to confine her on that level but she has some sort of personality so we couldn't help it. It was her wish to see you. If you were on the first level we wouldn't have done that but as we knew you were on commanding deck we thought she is safe here.''
Sandra spoke while the other two simultaneously nodded.
Aisa just shrugged and turned her eyes towards Emma. ''I have no idea what they are talking about.''
Emma knocked lightly her head. ''That innocent expression doesn't work on me.''
''Mom... ugh...'' Aisa looked at her mother spitefully and when she saw her looking bit nervous she just nodded and sat down on chair looking at the projection on the screen.
Emma's eyes just saw the car coming near to the cross-section where they could see each other.
''Mr. Fin press the horn. They should be able to hear you.''
As soon he heard that he stopped and opened the door as well as his wife. As they couldn't hear what is going on they could see that his wife and he were calling while pressing the horn.
On the other side, the family stopped for second and then with new energy changed the path running towards Mr. and miss Fin.
Soon they hit on the road and saw the two older people waving at them and getting in the car. They turned the car and at that moment they had time to arrive.
Emma sighed in relief but then her face became grave. ''Mr. Fin...''
''Yes Miss Thomspon.'' 
''The rain is about to fall. My people scanned the best possibilities for you all to go back and if heavy rain falls you will be stuck in the mud on the same way back. The best idea would be if you take a detour. It will be longer by half an hour but safer by 50-60 %''
''In understand, please guide me.''
From all sides, she got the informations and bit by bit they were guided to the safe road. But then a gap appeared in front of them.
Mr. Fni didn't even flinch when he speeds up and his jeep just humped over the gap leaving Emma and her crew speechless.
Soon cheers could be heard because now they are on the concrete road and could drive faster.
''Mr. Fin I still hope you and your wife would change your idea of staying outside. Think this way. If you turn into a zombie you would try to come here and eat those children. Do you really wish to become something like that.''
She knew that these two people were deeply religious and would not commit direct suicide.
So the last option was to make them feel as murderers. And it worked.
''When you put it that way... Is it really true that the people changed that way?''
''Yes. Or I wouldn't try to become Noah and build this Arc.'' This was the last hit at Mr. Fin so she smiled brightly while her daughter was holding her head. Mother...
Mario just shook his head as he saw Emma smiling victoriously.
When she saw everyone staring she smiled sheepishly. ''It is somehow similar...''
They had to admit to her weird logic. This place seemed somehow like the last sanctuary to the flood of the dead.
Mario tapped her back. ''I just got message from Sean. They are there waiting.''
The moment she got that information she saw the first rain hitting the car. Not only that it was not small rain it was the pouring rain that was usually hard to drive in.
But he handled it like a pro. She wondered. This man, what did he do before living in the forest?
An hour later they were already near the farm. 
The helicopter crew got the information of their incoming so they started the machine already.
As soon they jumped out of the car they rushed to them and were already wet until the skin only from these few steps.
''Will you be able to fly?'' Mario was worried about his people just as much for those they're about to save.
''It will be hard. I will do my best sir. The wind is making me worried.''
''Fly first straight for ten minutes to avoid storm wind from that side and then drive westwards for twenty minutes. then turn sharp to us and we will guide you as you will be completely blind otherwise.''
''I understand.''
The helicopter took off and started swinging in wind making everyone halt their breaths.
They flew they were told and when they changed on end direction to fly back to the base, the wind and rain literally didn't give them any good sight.
The helicopter swinge wildly in wind and looked like it will break any second.
Emma was happy because she bought the newest kinds of military helicopters that are a bit more resistant to the outside weather.
With a good pilot, it was hard to drive but not impossible.
The moment they landed everyone felt their heart felt easy and they cheered and hugged as their own family members arrived.
Actually the whole action was seen by everyone in the safety. It was Jacks' idea to show the people her care and the way she tries to help everyone.
As soon they entered the city region the people cheered and greeted the family that didn't know what was going on until they told them
''You mean she was really there the whole time.''
One young man stepped in front Mr. and Miss fin and smiled.
''Our elder Angus saw that you are God-loving people so he asked you to join our community if you don't mind us.''
The Amish could hear them praying while they drove the car. They would stop praying only when they answered to Miss Thompson. It made them feel like soul mates so they invited them to the seventh level. After all, there was enough space for everyone.
''Yes. We would gladly accept.'' They were happy about the invite. Same kind of minds the same kind of people. ''But it would be wrong if we do.''
The young Amish and everyone surrounding was stunned. ''We were soldiers for many years and we hoped trough prayers to keep our violent temper out this body. But now God is looking not only for thos that pray. He needs warriors, purgers and people of stone heart. People like us.''
Young Amish didn't know what to say so he just nodded. ''I will tell your message to our Elder.''
Then he turned and left while Mr. and Ms. Fin looked at arriving Emma Thompson that had a file in her hands.
''You found out?'' He looked at her while she smiled at him.
''Of course. I am a computer freak.''
He held his head and laughed. ''When I was younger I always made jokes about those smart kids. But now the smart kid is saving my nutty ass. So what is your plan?''
She moved her eyes from him to his wife and smile became wider. ''I need both of you, but especially you...ms. Fin.''

After dying in hands backstabbing friend that she thought of to be a sister she reopened her eyes and prepared for the final days before everything changes.
But to be able to protect her child she needs to clean some trash first. 
On the day of the apocalypse, she sat in her chair and a drunk glass of expensive vine. 
Want me to save you. Sure. The cow needs to be feed, the pigs need to be washed and manure needs to be spread on our fields.
Don't you want?
Go out and never come back.
Story of a single mother that just wanted to protect the most important person on the planet.
 Her own daughter Aisa. 
 
---This is going be to just a trial to write a different view from all the battles. 
Real otaku fights from the soft chair in the safety of own home. 
You want to fight and kill, do it. I am an otaku and I like it this way ---   :) 
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Hi all my beloved Readers, My name is southgamez, and because of how cheesy that names sounds I go by South. I have read all your comments throughout the story so far, sorry if I can't answer and Like all of them, but I still read them. Recently I have noticed that some of you are arguing between each other on the matter of Soren's relations and how big the Harem will get. Firstly, I will say that Soren will not be getting more than 4 members in his Harem, so if you all want to fill up the remaining spot in Dragon Ball, as I have already decided to add Vados to the Harem, then be my guest. Secondly, I only write for fun, this is not my job, I do have a real job that pays my bills so when you spam my comment section with "Answer Me" or "He's Ignoring Me", I'm not intentionally ignoring your comment, there is also a Discord that you have better chances of contacting me with questions instead of comment section. Now that that's out of the way, on to the Brass Tacks.

Q: Will Soren's Harem Increase passed 4 members?
A: No, no matter how many times you ask it will not change. Soren is not the type to think with his penis unlike Harem seeking Novels, and if I just keep getting the same question's over and over, my next book will not be Harem.

Q: Why does the Author not take the Readers ideas and put them into the story?
A: I read all of your ideas and suggestions, but like most, I can't implement them all, and your not giving me much to work with when it's based on increasing the Harem, and as for World Selection, sorry, but I have most worlds planned out, but still take suggestions and might implement them.

Q: Does the Author even care about the Readers and their suggestions?
A: Fuck no... Just kidding... I love you all, and I care for all of your opinions and suggestions, even if they are stupid as shit (You know what I'm talking about Husky XD)

Q: Is there a set Upload time?
A: No, I upload when I want to, just like I write when I want to, but I do try and keep it to 1 chapter a day or every 2 days. If this was a paying job then I would upload more often.

Q: Are you really an Unpaid Writer?
A: Yes! I get no money off of writing Fan Fiction due to the copyrights, so if you plan on writing your own Fan Fiction, be prepared to get $0 in revenue, unless you get a kind soul to Donate you money through Pay Pal.

Q: Do you beg for money?
A: No, never. I don't expect any kind of money off of this Fan Fiction, because in my opinion its complete garbage, and should be burned to the ground, I haven't even put a Donation Link into the chapters until recent due to someone saying I should, but lass, no money.

Q: Are you crazy?
A: Bat Shit! I am probably one of the most insane people you would ever meet in real life, I also like role playing as an Ancient Immortal who is over 300 years old, they don't get more crazy than me.

Q: How far have you come in writing and punctuation since the start of this Fan Fiction?
A: Far! I started off this series while using "Half" instead of "Have" up until chapter 26, and I'm too lazy to go back and change it, as for spelling. I still can't spell for the life of me, and can say that Google Spell Check wrote half of my Fan Fiction with all the miss spells.

Q: Will you do more Fan Fiction's in the future after Soren's adventures are over?
A: Who knows, but for now, I will finish off this Fan Fiction, then I will start an original Novel so I can make some money if it becomes famous, but for future Fan Fictions maybe you guys can give some ideas, and if I don't know the Anime/Manga/Novel then I will Read/Watch it before writing a new Fan Fiction.

That was all I could think of for now that you all might have as questions for me. If you have more post them in the Discord, and I will create a channel just for them and make a new Q/A chapter in the future, and if you don't like this type of chapter then I will delete it. Leave your opinions down below or in the Discord so I can ignore them XD I will also try to post 2 chapters tomorrow, good night.

The Main Character Soren was *Cough Cough* in a car when an accident happened, he was then killed and brought in front of God. God gave him 3 wishes, his wishes had some restrictions but he wished for a System that in connected to every Anime in the Multiverse and now he travels getting stronger to become a God himself,

This is my first one of these type of Novels and I do not own any of the Anime or materials used except my Character, I only made this to improve writing skills.

Thank You

Interesting dynamics. Plus one subscription, minus three. Plus four, minus two.

Probably, the reader expects a magic farmer ... and here ... a documentary series ... about politics, after the cold war ... detailed agriculture (although in truth it is not so detailed, 30 percent and 70 percent were left behind the narrative) . But even 30 percent of reality can lead to a loss of interest. And how much reality is needed?

Not more than 5 percent!

The novel should be more lively, the dialogue more colorful, less details ... more emotion and humor.

Then what attracts readers the most? Probably in the first place - the name. In the second - the genre, in the third - the reviews. Fourth - rating.

A good title is half the battle, since I drew the cover myself, it is not so attractive ... it means that the reader does not go because of it.

The genre is a fiction of reality, apparently assumes that the loser, having borrowed a magical thing, could overcome obstacles and become a cool rich man. Well, I'm not like that. Too unbelievable, even for fiction of reality. Life is a complicated thing, far from such as it is seen from the side. And there are many dark stripes in which clan foundations are hidden, which in fact are a brake on modifying and progress.

The fiction of reality ... in my understanding, these are possibilities, conditions, a certain argument, a tool in solving problems that are difficult to solve in real life.

Is it possible to create a new genre - fiction of a documentary story? Why not? I am sure that this genre will have its own, few readers.

If we talk about the notes about geography, they have their limitations.

The third review is usually the first reviewer writes what he thinks, but the second, third, fourth ... in order not to read the text, he relies on the previous one, mists a little, writes in his own words the thoughts of the previous reviewer. Of course, not everyone does it, but it's easier ... to save time, not to read a lot of letters, especially if their grammar is not very good and there are mistakes. But honor obliges, especially if it is a review - an exchange. Some people write reviews to gain experience, to get a new level.

Someone writes a review to activate ... someone to hone their skills of writing reviews, someone of interest in the work of the author. But there are not so many reviewers. Who agree to read 20-30-40 percent of the novel.

Therefore, it is somewhat doubtful to count on a review, 100 percent, to attract readers so that it is also credible. This is as lucky.

In my case, I was lucky, all the reviewers wrote what they thought and I am grateful for their advice and criticism for improving my novel.

The fourth point is the rating. As in science, with the Hirsch indices, there is always the possibility of artificially winding them. Therefore, to evaluate the work of a scientist only on these metric parameters is extremely not reliable. Ratings, as can be seen from practice, can be either screwed up or lowered. This is a whole business.

Therefore, in order to get more or less an idea of ​​a novelty, you will still have to read it ... and when you read ... then ... presented in the mind, differs from what you expect ... from what you see. In view of this, and subscribers go.

In addition, in the reviews, the authors write that they expect constructive criticism, pointing out mistakes, but in fact not everyone is ready to accept it. Agree with this, correct the mistakes. After all, we are authors, we believe that our work is simply gorgeous. But the evaluation from the side shows weaknesses. The ability to apply cryptics is not given to everyone. At the same time, of course, the criticism must be within the framework of network ethics, without any labeling, rudeness, mockery of the author. We, readers, appreciate the work, the novel and not the author himself.

The bottom line is - if our visions are different from reality, we are looking for something different, new.

And as a general conclusion, to get an idea of ​​the novel, you need to trust only your opinion)))

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

"Well You died" A being spoke  as I stared at  him  the being wore a black cloak around himself 6ft2  grey hair and a Silver beard  his eyes held power and wisdom beyond comprehension.

"however I will give you  a chance to  Live again. with your memories intact...with A few wishes...choose wisely"


I choose to be a Saiyan and I want to live in the  Naruto world in a reality where all fiction  are connected and the ability to transfer to different dimensions  and the ability to use mana along with ki and  chakra The final thing is I want  to be able to train in my mind . and the ability to create any sword or staff I imagine."

A most intriguing couple of  wishes  indeed...It will prove  most entertaining" His eyes glowed 

"very well I shall grant you these wishes,"  he raised his hand and snapped his fingers 

as I was slowly being encased in a cocoon made of golden light  The Being said this 

"Do what you want. Become a villain become a hero become an anti hero, I don't care just live your new life to the fullest" 

I nodded as the cocoon  enveloped me fully  and shined brightly before it vanished





With me 

Everything was...Interesting to say the least. In the months inside my new mothers womb I focused to unlock my ki the second month I focused on Unlocking My mana  the third month I trained in my mind  I used my knowledge of fiction to inspire new techniques   For instance  thunderga or   shoryuken  "a mana infused uppercut"   I'm not strong enough yet  I'm mostly as strong as a genin or a  Low chunin" but thats to be expected. i realized that I wasn't the only one their  inside that their was another healthy baby their 

 when it was time for me to be birthed   i sighed in relief  this was the day


I Watched, In Awe as I was being birthed  this was truely  an incredible expierience 


Congratulation's  Kushina sama   A boy And a girl 
My eyes widen 

Naruto, She grinned  Naruto and naruko 

Why does he have a monkey tail Kushina asked confused 

"Does it matter?" Minato asked  I suddenly gained new respect for him "He is our son besides, the boy is really strong Minato said  as expected of our son"

Minato got a playful glare from kushina  Don't be playing favorites now  Dattebane"
 
he sweated and raised his hands up  in surrender 

a few Hours later I was  in shock  the kyuubi attack was to be espected  But I didn't think I  would think about this 

a golden light erupted from the dead bodies of my parents  and stood them in their god forms 


(Oh no) I thought with a groan

"Lord Zeus " Sarutobi said  with a boy 
 
the now named lord zues nodded at him  we must leave  be sure to make our Children a hero For keeping the kyuubi at bay !"

"You have my word" the third hokage said   Zeus and hera smiled  they looked at their babies one last time before they vanished in a streak of light.

'you Know when I wished  for fiction to be connected, this is not what I expected.'

"This is gonna suck..."I groaned again "really Bad'

Typical A man is reborn as a saiyan in Naruto with a few wishes

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This work is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, scenes, incidents and the plot itself either are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Dear Readers,

Good day!

This is one of the 6 new books that I have published and shared to the media; year 2019. It is called "Her Stone Cold Heart"

As the author, I welcome you all. Thank you for your efforts upon choosing to seek and read this book. Your curiosity to read indicates the interests you have; to be inspired, to learn new things, to explore the world of fiction, to enjoy your leisure time, to improve your life, to be motivated, to fill your cravings and to help you relieve stress.

I wrote all of the chapters and made the plot alone. Everything that you'll read from this book is purely made out of wild imagination and fiction. Every Chapter release (update basis) contains 1000+ words and I hope it will satisfy the readers' curiosity.

I am wholeheartedly giving credits and special thanks to Canva and Adobe Spark Post for making it possible to create such simple but elegantly amazing book cover.

WARNING: This book is rated SPG (Strong Parental Guidance) which is not suitable for ages 17 below. It contains scenes with themes, language, violence, sex, horror, or drugs, which may not be suitable for children. Strong parental guidance is advised, strictly for reading purposes only. The readers should be responsible enough to avoid enactment of the explicit scenes that the book contains.

Thus DO NOT READ this book if you do not want to read SPG rated stories.

The Author,

A. D. Torres

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WARNING: This book is rated SPG (Strong Parental Guidance) which is not suitable for ages 17 below. It contains scenes with themes, language, violence, sex, horror, or drugs, which may not be suitable for children. Strong parental guidance is advised, strictly for reading purposes only. The readers should be responsible enough to avoid enactment of the explicit scenes that the book contains.

Ignited by passion and despise, the 28 year old Alexandra Lewisville was caught in a most embarrassing mistake with the city's most eligible bachelor Skyler Penicillin. 

Skyler was trying to get over from his psychotic, manipulative and gold digging ex. But his ex tried seducing him at the bar. Upon making a lie, he spotted a woman who's getting herself wasted. He grabbed her and told her to ride along, and even proposed to her as he claimed her as his fiancée.

Alexandra on the other hand was pursued and pressured by his grandfather to get married. She doesn't know where to look for a husband who'll meet her standards. Luckily she took the opportunity when a man laid it out to grab.

The next morning they caught themselves signing a contract for marriage. However Skyler never thought that the woman is his best friend's little sister. Who has been recommended to date him for the past 12 years, but he avoided thoroughly because of her once nerdy appearance.

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"How did you become someone who's hotness drive people crazy? You're addictive" Skyler murmured

"You're just blind" Alexandra whispered back while she pinched his cheeks

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How will the two work on a lie that Skyler created as an escape from his psychotic ex? Will they be in a hopeless romantic fake relationship? or will they deny the fact that they're falling?

COPYRIGHT © 2019 Ahce Darato Torres

All Rights Reserved

No part of this book may be reproduced, transmitted or forwarded in any form or by any; electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission from the author and the publisher, except by reviewers or critiques, who may quote original passages in a certain review.

This work is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, scenes, incidents and the plot itself either are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Dear Readers,

Good day!

This is one of the 3 new books that I have published and shared to the media; year 2019. It is called "A Race To Melt Hearts"

As the author, I welcome you all. Thank you for your efforts upon choosing to seek and read this book. Your curiosity to read indicates the interests you have; to be inspired, to learn new things, to explore the world of fiction, to enjoy your leisure time, to improve your life, to be motivated, to fill your cravings and to help you relieve stress.

I wrote all of the chapters and made the plot alone. Everything that you'll read from this book is purely made out of wild imagination and fiction. Every Chapter release (update basis) contains 1000+ words and I hope it will satisfy the readers' curiosity.

I am wholeheartedly giving credits and special thanks to Canva and Adobe Spark Post for making it possible to create such simple but elegantly amazing book cover.

WARNING: This book is rated SPG (Strong Parental Guidance) which is not suitable for ages 17 below. It contains scenes with themes, language, violence, sex, horror, or drugs, which may not be suitable for children. Strong parental guidance is advised, strictly for reading purposes only. The readers should be responsible enough to avoid enactment of the explicit scenes that the book contains.

Thus DO NOT READ this book if you do not want to read SPG rated stories.

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