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

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

This book has been dropped due to inactivity.

Novel
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The time I saw a glance of her face I already knew that she was soemthing special and I never figured out the real reason of love and how it works between the 2 of us lovebirds that turned into my complete toxicness towards her when she told me that she didn’t want to get involve to ny gangster matters after my best bud died she was in disbelief of how my life works so she broke up with me in so many reasons I didn’t respect and I tried my best to try to get close to her but her next door neighbor got closer to her of me not knowing and I tried understanding that she is in love with someone else and it is the for the better effects so I decided a fresh start and mlved to London with a peacful life

A Young woman faces challenges as she battles the world of the mob. She is the daughter of the two heads of a powerful mob organization of Port Charles, NY.

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


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

August 1, 2013 – Thursday 10 AM – Vagner Studios
"That concludes the report for the first month of 'Miss Sellers'." Anthony finishes his words on the podium.
"…" Despite his calm exterior, Anthony is very very nervous looking around the people in the conference room. The people he just addressed are the board members of Vagner Studios and the investors in 'Miss Sellers'.
"…" The board members can only mull over sullenly the poor ticket sales of 'Miss Sellers that Anthony reported.  
"I've heard from people that you had something to do with this?" One investor asks in hidden anger.
"Yes. Even though we lost 20 screens from Centurion, we managed to work something out with our distribution branch. We were able to offset our losses from Centurion by grabbing more screens from smaller theaters and independent ones. I also got last minute product integrations which saved us millions." Anthony reports wanting to neutralize his faults.  
"Everyone." Vagner Studio's CEO, seeing the unfriendly gazes of the people in the room towards him and Anthony, takes the attention.
"Let's just admit it, we were outdone. Anthony here at least did something that made us break even despite his… unconventional methods. We just can't dictate what the people want to see, and the people wanted to see Isaac's film more than ours. It's as simple as that." The CEO defends Anthony.
'What the FUCK?! That's what I said yesterday! You f*ckin dressed me down and now you're parroting me?! FUCK YOU!' Anthony curses the CEO with a glare.  
"I know you could have done better, but you're not wrong either." The chairman of the board speaks up. "What I'm more worried about is the future." This makes everyone in the room perk up.
The Chairman continues. "At least we broke even. The films of the smaller studios can't even sell tickets; they are f*cked. And if we don't get our sh*t together, even though we're big, we're f*cked too."  
"What do you mean?" An investor asks on behalf of those who are not in the know. Those who are in the know like the CEO and Anthony on the other hand, have an inkling of what the chairman is talking about.  
"The rumors about the sequel for that gangster film, I've confirmed it's true." The chairman reports to everyone.
*murmur* *murmur* The people look at him skeptically.
"A handful of the people who have a history with the Coniglio Family already saw it. There are even rumors that there's still a sequel after the sequel because the first sequel did not wrap up the story." The chairman erases the skepticism.
*MURMUR* *MURMUR* The room descends to subdued panic.
"So it's not just 'Miss Sellers' we should be concerned with, but the sequels 'Yard Blues' and 'Love Campus' too." The chairman says as he looks at the CEO and Anthony.
"And if Isaac is not the forgiving type, and he found out what you did, Anthony, what do you think he'll do?" The chairman concludes with a rhetorical question. Anthony's face crumples at this.  
"That's right. He'll do what we've been doing. Release his sequels alongside our films'." The chairman says to make the others understand.  
"… Why don't we uh… sue him?" A young board member suddenly proposes, saving Anthony.
"What?!" The others are dumbfounded.
"On what grounds?" The CEO asks.
"Let's just get some random guys, have them claim that 'Gold, Blood, and the Deer' is their work and that Isaac stole the idea from them. Rinse and repeat." The board member says.
"Intimidation suits? Are you fuckin stupid?" The chairman yells.
"What? We do it all the time against journalists." The board member says.
"You're not talking about libel or defamation, but copyright infringement! We're gonna get sued back for fraud if a judge doesn't slap us with it first." The CEO shoots down the suggestion.
"What's more stupid is that you're not just suing Isaac. You're offending Coniglio family too. Hell, I wouldn't even be surprised if someone in this room is connected to them and the Coniglio will find out about your stupidity before you even leave the building." The chairman says.
The board member swallows his spit but recovers his guts immediately.
"Then what the hell are we supposed to do? Wait it out? Wait until Isaac does not have a film on theaters?" The board member counters.  
"…" The CEO and the chairman are stunned by the unintended suggestion.
"Huh… Aside from making films that can match Isaac's film, which right now is hard to do? … Waiting it out… might just be the best thing we can do." The CEO says.
"Usually, we make others not want to compete with us but this time, that might just be the right move." The chairman shakes his head.  
"Really? That will just end up with more losses." The board member grumbles.
"We might save ourselves from losses…" Anthony butts in.
"Ah! Excuse me. May I talk to you for a moment?" The CEO however immediately grabs Anthony's arm with a warning glare.
Anthony ignores the warning and returns a look of defiance while brushing the CEO's hand aside. 'F*ck you. You approved of my plans. You also tried something, so you're going down with me if this don't work out.' Anthony thinks as he takes the center of the podium again.
The CEO can only give up and retreat to the side of the room as to not get caught in what he thinks an incoming crossfire.  
"?" The attention of the room goes back to Anthony, their curiosity intensified from the interaction they just witnessed.
"Without Isaac's film, 'Miss Sellers' could have been the best-selling film this year. To be quite honest? 'Miss Sellers' is just as good as September Ninth. It might even be better than September Ninth considering the details we put in it.
"That means that we've done great in applying Isaac's style and enough people liked it. If we can re-write 'Love Campus' and 'Yard Blues' into a better story, while making their quality the same with 'Miss Sellers', we will catch up with Isaac. We make money while we learn." Anthony concludes.  
"How confident are you?" The chairman asks.
"50%, tops that we can compete, 75% chance that we can break even every film until we catch up. But I'm 100% confident that our people are competent. They are learning on the job every day. Let's look for new talents too. There are many young and obscure indie film makers competing right now in different film festivals, and they have adapted Isaac's style well. Even though we can't compete with Isaac for now, we'll do well enough to survive." Anthony says. Anthony's confidence somehow calms the room down.  
"Another thing. Last year, there was a total of 100 million or so ticket sales in America and 40 million of those are by 'September Ninth' in only four months. The first seven months of this year, we saw 62 million tickets sold and of those, 35 million tickets are sold by 'Gold, Blood, and the Deer' in only six weeks." The board members are shocked at this report.
"We… can't keep Isaac do this to us…" An investor chimes in.
"We can't. However, we have a take away from this. In the previous years, before Isaac's debut, the highest we've seen in ticket sales in the country is around 90 million and that was in 2007, 10% less than last year.
"Looking at Isaac's 'September Ninth', he earned way more in ticket sales than DVD sales. That isn't normal in the industry. It's either 50% tickets, or 50% DVDs/Blu Rays. This means that Isaac actually  made movie viewers go to the theaters instead of them just waiting to buy or rent DVDs or Blu Rays." Anthony concludes.
"So you're saying, Isaac is changing how films are seen..." A random board member says.
"Yes. Without 'September Ninth', and 'Gold, Blood, and the Deer', we never would have known that the American film market is bigger than we thought. If we can offer the market quality, stand-out films like Isaac's, then we have the potential to capitalize in the biggest film market we've seen in history." Anthony explains.
*MURMUR* *MURMUR* All sorts of exclaims and discussions fills the room.
"…" Watching the people he cannot get through to previously now listen to him, Anthony is feeling proud inside but maintains his calm. He then looks at the CEO and the CEO simply looks away.
'Not only incompetent, a f*ckin coward too.' Anthony feels smug looking at the CEO looking small.  
"How do we do that?" The chairman asks after the round of discussion.
"… I have a suggestion, a summary really of the opinions of our creative teams… And you won't like it." Anthony begins with hesitation.
"We should stop making films of the romance or sports genre." Anthony says.
*MURMUR* *MURMUR* The room immediately react negatively and they share the same sentiment; "Those are our money-makers…"  
"Everyone… I get your knee-jerk reactions but here's the thing. Isaac proved that people are hungry for something new. He made films that we thought are against the market but he ended up setting a new trend. I hate to admit it but, it's a start of a new era for the industry." Anthony drops.  
"Then what are we supposed to make films about?" A random board member asks.
"It's best if you get the details from our creative teams themselves, but I can say something. I've seen various films that 'Gold, Blood, and the Deer' competed against in Sorrento and I think we can grab some ideas from them.
"First of all, we can stop making sports films. I can say with confidence that 'Gold, Blood, and the Deer' gobbled up the slice of the sports genre. Hell, I think 'September Ninth' even made sports films boring last year, making the sports films flop. Tell me, everyone. If you go to a theater that shows 'September Ninth' and 'Hard Ice', which one would you have seen?" Anthony asks.  
"... September Ninth..." is the split decision winner.  
"Exactly. September Ninth was more exciting to watch than 'Hard Ice'. That's why 'Hard Ice' flopped despite being nominated and winning awards. I myself would rather watch a real hockey match or behind the scenes footage of real athletes than watch 'Hard Ice'." Anthony says.  
"Now, would you folks rather watch 'Gold, Blood, and the Deer' or 'Yard Blues'?" Anthony asks again.  
"..." Tayaw's film again is the winner.
"Right. And it's for the same reason. While we can't make a gangster film like Isaac's, we can borrow some ideas. We can make films that talk about searching for family." Anthony suggests, receiving nods of approval.  
"When it comes to romance films on the other hand, we can still make them." Aiden says. This gets a more positive response.
"But we can't make them the way we used to. I've seen some of this year's best films in festivals. I've noticed that they still have flavors of romance in them but just like 'September Ninth', they are more about the growth of the characters as people, not just fighting for deserving it. Don't worry though. Our people right now are splitting their hairs to make that happen." Anthony reports.
Seeing the approval in the room, Anthony is now more confident. However, he does not want to appear dictatorial to his superiors.  
"If you're all not ready to give up on romance and sports, maybe we should make films that are not fairy tales but actually talk about the reality of love and athletes' lives. Those are just suggestions, but any topic really that is unique and will be interesting to people, we should make films about those." Anthony concludes.
That makes the room enter a lively discussion. Anthony can finally smile, having gotten through the skulls of the board members.  


A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

- Present Time -
Emma Carter remembered that day as if it was yesterday. She cried herself to sleep every single night, not knowing what else to do. What made her day even worse was the people living with her. Her aunt and uncle abuse her every day and made her their slave.
They have a son named Daniel. He's the only one that cares about Emma, and he wants to stop his parents, but if he crosses the line, he too, will get punished.
Emma heard the annoying sound of her alarm clock and sprung up quickly. She knew that if she was late, she would receive a beating worse than usual. Rushing down the stairs without using the restroom, she hurriedly got cooking. Luckily, her parents hadn't arrived downstairs yet.
Emma opened the fridge door and pulled out the carton of eggs and a few waffles. While preparing, she heard the unmistakable sounds of her aunt and uncle.
"I see you've finally made breakfast on time, whore," her aunt snarled. Flinching at her tone, Emma muttered an apology, knowing she didn't do anything wrong.
Emma placed the food on two plates and handed it over to her family members. They immediately started eating, not bothering to say thank you.
Even though Emma was used to this life, it didn't mean she was okay with it. Wiping away a few tears from her face, Emma rushed into her room and changed into one of the few outfits she had.
She loved the colours pink and blue. Almost everything she had was in those two colours.
She slipped into her outfit and took her backpack with her.
Emma thought her outfit looked like pj's, but that's all she could afford at the moment. And even though her backpack was from Adidas's, it wasn't new. It was 5 years old. There were many rips in it and was soon to break, but she didn't have the money to buy a new one.
After school, she was going to go look for a job.
Walking quietly towards the door, Emma snuck out, hearing the angry voices of her aunt and uncle. She knew she would get a really bad punishment when she got back home, but in her mind, it was better that she did not receive beatings at home.
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Arriving at school, Emma smiled. This was the only place where she was happy. Seeing her two best friends, Ny and Summer. Ny was the quiet one out of all three of us while Summer was the funny and loud one. Emma ranged in the middle of them. Depending on her mood, she was either happy and loud or sad and quiet.
"Hey, girly!" Summer yelled, rushing towards Emma. She squealed, trying to catch her breath. "Guess what! I heard some new guys are attending our school!" Summer said, jumping up and down. Emma laughed at how excited she looked.
She wished she could feel like that for once in her life, but not everyone is lucky. Looking at the clock in the hallway, she realized that her first period would start soon, and if she was late to any class, she would get an unmistakable punishment.
Only Ny knew about her situation. It was back in grade 10 when she found out.
They were playing football, and when Emma threw the ball, her shirt had lifted past her midriff, exposing parts of her skin.
When Ny saw this, she immediately talked to Emma, and eventually, Emma ended up telling her.
Ny told Emma that her parents would be happy to let her live at their house, but Emma couldn't accept it.
Hearing the distinct sound of the bell, Emma quickly gathered up her belongings and headed towards English. It was her favourite subject.
Rushing to take a seat at the back like she usually does, Emma found herself sitting in the middle of her two best friends like always. The thought made her smile.
As always, her English teacher came in carrying a cup of coffee and a donut. "Good morning students!" she said eagerly. There was a mumbled reply, which caused Ms. Davis to frown.
"Anyway, I would like to info you all that we have a few new students joining us today." Some of the students perked up at this message.
And that's when 5 of the most beautiful guys walked into our classroom.

Emma Carter is the most charming girl you will ever meet.

She is the definition of innocence and beauty.

She is attending a new high school because she has to move in with her abusive, hateful aunt as her mother and father passed away.

She has to restart her whole life.

~

Alpha Xander has been searching for his mate for years. He is a cold, ruthless man. The word love never existed in his life until Emma came along.

For his last year of high school, his parents have asked him to attend a certain high school, and it just so happens that his mate attends there as well.

When they meet, they have this unmistakable connection that they both cannot deny. She wants him, and he wants her.

Badly.

But what happens when their deadly pasts and secrets are revealed?

It was different from now. The person who accompanied her was now standing by her side - Di Fuyi. She felt inexplicably excited as if she owned the world. 

Di Fuyi was particular with cleanliness. Apparently, this guy did not always come to the night market, so when Gu Xijiu brought him to the night market he somewhat resisted… 

Gu Xijiu explained to him, the food culture of a city was not shark's fin or bird's nest boasted by luxurious restaurants, but the street food in the night market.

After the detailed explanation by Gu Xijiu, Di Fuyi finally sat down with her in front of a food stall…
Of course, when he sat down, he applied the cleaning spell so the chair they sat on became as clean as freshly washed. Some of the tables and chairs had been very smokey and the original color could not be seen. However, after being used by Celestial Master Zuo, the table and chairs became new as if a layer of skin had been peeled off and revealed the original color.

Di Fuyi was actually not interested in these street foods. He was a very picky eater. Sometimes he was not even interested in the meal prepared by the famous chef.

But when he saw Gu Xijiu enjoying her street food, he could not help but followed suit…
When Gu Xijiu was eating, she felt that he always watching her. He looked at her with almost every bite whenever he ate the food in his hand…

This man had always been the superior. Regardless where he went, he was always elegant and clean. Now, he had to sit by the roadside and eat poorly. Gu Xijiu felt a certain sense of pity towards him but was also a bit excited. She purposely asked him, "How does it taste?"

At this moment Di Fuyi was trying to bite the fish ball from a stick. When she asked, he looked up at her and thought for a moment. He honestly asked her, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Gu Xijiu was speechless. She could not help laughing and pulled him up, "Alright, I don't want to make your stomach suffer. Let's go."

Di Fuyi was relieved and he threw the fishball stick that made his stomach churn. He held her hand continued walking.

He was rich. He would buy everything that Gu Xijiu liked. After a few times, all the sellers on the street had known that the both of them were rich. When the sellers saw them, they served them very politely and attentively.

It was a rewarding trip after they walked for one round.

Fortunately, she had a super spacious storage bag. No matter how big the thing was, she could store them in the storage bag without it being cumbersome.

In fact, the things sold in this stall were special but not rare nor precious. Gu Xijiu bought them just for fun and also to give away to her friends.   

Both of them just casually shopped and Di Fuyi just followed Gu Xijiu.

He never thought that he would have the free time to casually shop. He used to travel to different and nice places with beautiful scenery. However, it was his first time shopping with a woman. 

Surprisingly, he did not feel bored but was still very happy. Especially when he saw her sparkling eyes, he was even happier. 

Although they had changed and made up, they were a man and a woman who looked handsome and pretty.

Those sellers were also very good at selling. They always praised them as the perfect couple and greeted them with best wishes.

Whenever they talked about this, Di Fuyi was even happier and became exceptionally generous. Sometimes the money he paid was even more than the price of the product.
 


In a modern world, a professional assassin was murdered by her beloved and found herself revived in an ancient world as a general's daughter with a weak physique. She was engaged to a prince, but because she did not have a nice appearance, her fiancé and sister attempted to kill her. Although she had to struggle to survive, there were also those who unconditionally loves her that supported her in her time of need. 

How does she intend to adapt and survive in such a foreign and hostile world? Follow Gu Xijiu on her journey to discover her one true love!

Within two hours, close to 40 million Divine Stones worth of items that Lin Huang was selling in Royal's market were almost sold. In reality, over 90% of them were purchased by Money Boss.
Lin Huang was finally relieved to have gathered enough money to buy god rule relics during his trip to the God Territory this time.
"I've got you a bargain. It will be a 22% discount for Night. The original price was 25 million and now it's 19.5 million. You get 25% off for Shadow, which was originally priced at 21 million and is 15.75 million now. In other words, you're only paying 35.25 million for something that was 46 million. The difference is 10.75 million. I'll be taking 30%, which is 3.22 million. Let me round it up for you. Just transfer me 3.2 million after you've paid the buyers."
"So, how do I trade with the sellers?" Lin Huang asked immediately.
"You'll have to send the sellers a personal message. Tell them that you're the buyer Money Boss mentioned. After that, just follow the steps they teach you."
"Sure, I'll transfer you the commission after the deal is done." 
Just when Lin Huang was done messaging Money Boss, he contacted both sellers immediately. The sellers changed the price of the items without hesitation as they changed their privacy to be visible to Lin Huang's account.
The Royal trading system was very unique. Product logistics on the page did not matter, whereby the products would be transferred to the storage equipment the buyers set up directly as long as the purchase was successful.
The next official trade was completed smoothly within a minute. Lin Huang was finally relieved to see two extra god rule relics in his storage space.
He scanned through his storage equipment with his Divine Telekinesis and checked properly, confirming that both god rule relics were fine. Lin Huang then clicked Money Boss's account and transferred the 3.2 million Divine Stones in commission over.
"I've transferred the Divine Stones to you. Please check."
"Got it. It's a pleasure working with you! Please get me to bargain for you again if you're getting more god rule relics or business that's more than 10 million Divine Stones in the future," Money Boss replied almost instantly.
Lin Huang could not help but smirk when he saw the message. "I'll definitely look for you next time." 
"Is it done?" Bloody had been sparing a portion of her attention to Lin Huang's progress.
"I've gotten both of the god rule relics. I've checked them and all are good." Lin Huang nodded.
"I'm basically done on my side too, but it's a little inconvenient to finish the master plan now." Bloody was also cautious. After all, they were in someone else's territory now. "Let me give you a rough idea. We'll discuss the details after I'm done with the master plan and I'll send it to you tomorrow.
"First of all, you'll have to summon Kylie after leaving this Shelter. The three of us will head to the Start Shelter to pick up our identity rings. Later on, Kylie and I will head to the core zone of the God Territory. You'll disguise yourself and head to the next grade-3 Shelter.
"I've given a good thought about your identity. It's best that you aren't a lone ranger. The great world is different from the gravel world, and you'll encounter plenty of trouble since you have no organization background. Although Royal is a huge organization, its headquarters is in a human territory that's too far away from the God Territory. Distant water cannot quench the present thirst, thus it's best that you join an organization in the God Territory.
"There are a couple of major organizations in the God Territory, but currently there are only two that are recruiting and are suitable for you. One would be the Combat God Temple while the other would be the Death Sickle.
"The Combat God Temple is the best choice for your need to kill a great number of virtual god-level monsters alone. The Combat God Temple is the biggest mercenary troop in the God Territory, whereby they take on all sorts of group hunting missions all year long. If you join them, not only can you hunt all sorts of monsters, but you'll be given mission rewards from the Combat God Temple too.
"However, the biggest disadvantage of joining the Combat God Temple would be the lack of freedom. The reason being, all members will be put into a small troop and they'll have to move as one unit. Although the troop can choose their own missions most of the time, sometimes there are some compulsory requisitions that you can't say no to."
Lin Huang frowned a little upon hearing this point. "Tell me about the Death Sickle then."
"The Death Sickle is the biggest assassin organization and its main business is all sorts of assassination missions.
"The Death Sickle is very lax on their member recruitment. Almost all tribes can register as their reserve members regardless of their ability. The reserve members have all the freedom they want, and they can even reject all the missions. Of course, that would mean not having benefits at all.
"As long as the reserve members complete three assassination missions within a year or accept three specific missions within ten years, they'll become an official Black Sickle Assassin."
"So, there are ranks among Death Sickle members?" Lin Huang could not help but interrupt to ask.
"Yes, the ascending order of ranking in the Death Sickle would be the reserve, Black Sickle, White Sickle, Golden Sickle, and Blood Sickle. There are only seven Blood Sickle Assassins, all of whom are on heavenly god-level. The seven of them control all of Death Sickle's decision-making."
"So, what're the benefits of the higher ranks?" Lin Huang asked again.
"The higher the ranking, the higher the grade of mission one gets and the better the reward. Reserve, Black Sickle, White Sickle, Golden Sickle, and Blood Sickle correspond with the grade of the mission. Reserve members can only take missions below virtual god-level, Black Sickles can only take missions below true god-level, White Sickles can only take missions below heavenly god-level missions, and so on and so forth…
"Not only are there mission rewards for completed missions, but there're also accumulated points. One will earn a place on the Death Leaderboard when they have sufficient points. There are three leaderboards for the Death Sickle, which are the Black Sickle Leaderboard, the White Sickle Leaderboard, and the Golden Sickle Leaderboard. There are only 100 names on each leaderboard which will be renewed every day at 00:00. Throughout the month, those who manage to rank the top ten will receive a handsome reward.
"Those who are usually on the Black Sickle Leaderboard are top virtual god-level powerhouses. Those who rank the top three will receive a reward that is at least comparable to a god rule relic each month. The rewards for the White Sickle Leaderboard and the Golden Sickle Leaderboard are even better."
"One per month would mean that one will get 12 god rule relics in a year. I've only gotten two god rule relics after my hard work in the gravel world and spending most of what I had. Meanwhile, the few of them on the leaderboard can earn that within two months! So, what's the disadvantage of joining the Death Sickle?" Lin Huang turned his head to ask Bloody immediately.
"You must complete at least three missions each year if you become a Black Sickle. You can pick the missions within your own level. If you fail to complete a few of them in a year, you'll be given a few specific missions in the next year. The specific missions are usually those that basically nobody is willing to do because they're very risky."
"Secondly, the number of hunts will definitely be lesser than those in the Combat God Temple if you join the Death Sickle. After all, the killing in the Combat God Temple is done in battles with many enemies. It's more suitable for you to elevate your combat strength."
"I'll join the Death Sickle. I can go to battles on my own when there's no mission. I just won't get the reward that the Combat God Temple will be giving," Lin Huang shared his thoughts, "To me, the Combat God Temple's restriction is too much. Besides that, I'll have to fight in a team, so there'll be many techniques that I can't use. I think the Death Sickle is better for me since I can fight on my own."
"I figured you'd choose that." Bloody shrugged helplessly.


Lin Huang was a 15-year old boy from Earth, on a path to live his life in a world full of monsters. With his younger sister in his care, and given only 91 days to live, the odds were not in his favor at all... That is until, he killed a vicious vampire, purely by accident. With a twist in his tale, his life was changed completely. As he fought his way through this world with the help of his troops made of men and monsters, the boy sets his sights on a much larger ambition of becoming the greatest monster hunter in the world!


Hampton. 03/11/2012.08:30.

"Dear you know you could sleep in a little, take it easy on the weekend. I know how much you are busy in NY" His grandmother said when Nathaniel entered her home after his morning run. 

Since the weather was turning colder, Nathaniel had run in sweatpants and sweater. The good side was since he had a lot of clothes here he did not have to take anything from his home and they had simply driven here after he had been picked up from the street. His grandmother had made sure that he had plenty of clothes in his room here, in fact he had so much clothes here that he could wear one different attire everyday and not worry about washing them for at least three months. 

"I did grandma. I love it here, the sea air kind of appeases me. I love New York, don't get me wrong but I think when I'm older, I would live near water." Nathaniel said.

Taking his sweater off while he was talking and showing his perfect musculature for everyone to see. A couple of maids nearby could not resist the temptation to gawk, mesmerized. Diane looks at them with a knowing smile before clearing her throat. 

"Ladies, the room is clean, you can go back somewhere else." Diane said, taking them off their perusing before going to work in another room. 

"Grandma?" Nathaniel asked, curious to know why she made the maid leaves. 

"They were not very polite gawking at you like that. I'm glad to hear that you like it there, that means I will not have to kidnap you again in the future?" She asked, smiling. 

"Of course, I'm sorry grandma that I do not talk often. I'm kind of doing my own thing sometimes and end up not giving people that deserve it my attention." 

"Yes, I can see that. You are like your grandfather. He told me by the way that he was impressed with your way of dealing with unpleasant people." 

"I'm not sure if he phrased it like that." Nathaniel said with a knowing look. 

"Well, he did not say it in so many words but I have been married to that particular man for more than forty years. I know what is going on in his mind. I was going to the market this morning to buy fresh food, I like it too when I get some air and it's good for my legs. I need to be escorted by strong men to take my bags of grossery. Usually I bring some of our security guards but since you are here, I was hoping that you will be my escort." 

"Don't say anymore grandma, let me shower, put some clothes on and I will walk with you there." Nathaniel said, running to the first floor, making Diane smile pleasantly. 

A half hour later, they were both inside the farmers market, walking between the stands. One of the security guards had driven them here and was waiting in the car while they were shopping. It had taken some convincing to get him to stay in the car. He usually had hard instruction against leaving Diane alone and Nathaniel had to be firm with him to convince him to not follow them. The grandmother and grandson pair just wanted to shop alone without anyone following them and Nathaniel knew he was enough to keep both of them safe. 

"What are you thinking about these watermelons dear?" Diane asked, giving him a fruit. 

"They look good grandma and I will be happy to eat them." Nathaniel answered. 

It was true that in NY he did not eat healthily and rarely ate any fruits. It was a bad habit that he had and he needed to stop doing it soon because he needed to reinforce his body if he wanted to use his soul power to reinforce his muscles without permanent damage to himself. He was thinking about taking some of the fruits that he bought with his grandmother home to eat them there. 

Paying what they owe, Diane and Nathaniel kept walking together. Nathaniel could see that his grandmother was a regular here as each of the sellers were familiar with her and engaged easily into a conversation. 

"So, Mary told me that you have a girlfriend now?" Diane said. 

"Not really, nothing serious so far. We just want to have fun." Nathaniel answered. 

"Ah, young people these days." She shook her head, disappointed. "Is she from a good family at least?" 

"Grandma." Nathaniel sighed. 

"What? I just want to see my only grandson with a girl that deserves him." Diane defended.

"Yes, I know grandma but don't worry about it alright? Like I said, it's not that serious between us." 

"Alright, I will trust you for now. Can you go to that stand and bring me a couple of lemons? I need to rest my legs a little." 

"Of course, I will be right back." Nathaniel said, walking in the direction of that stand. 

Diane did not even have the time to sit when she spotted someone that she knew walking stand by a stand like she was doing. 

"Victoria?" Diane called.   

Hearing the call, the woman's head turned in the direction the voice was coming from and saw who was calling her. Excusing herself from the vendor, she walked in the direction of Diane and the two women kissed each other's cheek. 

"Hello Diane, good surprise to see you here." 

"Yes likewise. I do not get to see you here often." 

"It's true but it is a weekend special for us. Are you here all by yourself?" Victoria asked, looking around Diane. 

"No, I'm being escorted by my lovely grandson." She answered, turning where Nathaniel was. "Nathaniel, dear. Can you come here please?" 

Hearing the call, Nathaniel urged himself to pay for the lemon fast and walked to his grandmother. She was talking with a woman around forty years old. She had brown hair, green eyes and was quite pretty. He could see that the woman had undergone some esthetic surgery on her nose but still her face was really familiar to Nathaniel. 

"Hello, I'm Nathaniel Lyndon." He introduced himself as his two hands were taken up by the grocery bags.  

"Dear, this is Victoria Livingston. A good friend of mine." His grandmother introduced him. 

"Glad to meet you, young man. I remember now that we were invited to your welcome back party but were forced to miss it because we were out of the country at that time." 

"It's understandable." Nathaniel answered. That last name of hers sounded really familiar to him. He was sure he was missing something really obvious right now. 
 
"And you, are you alone?" Diane asked. 

"No, of course not, I'm with my two daughters. They should be around here somewhere." Victoria said, searching behind her until she finally found them. "Girls come here please." She called. 

A few moments later two really beautiful girls around twenty years old appeared giggling behind a stand and made their way over to them. One of them was hidden by Victoria but Nathaniel could clearly see the other. She was around twenty five years old with the same black hair as her mother but with dark eyes. She was extremely pretty and Nathaniel was once again hit by that impression of familiarity that he got previously. 

That's when the second girl finally appeared behind her mother and the two of them locked eyes, freezing in place. 

"Let me introduce you." Victoria started to say before she was quickly interrupted. 

"Nath?" The girl exclaimed in surprise.

"Madie?" He answered in the same way. 

"Nath?" Diane repeated. 

"Madie?" Victoria and her daughter repeated even more surprised. 

"Wait, you know each other?" Madison's sister asked. 

"Yes, we are in the same college." Madison answered quickly, trying to hide her flustered expression from her sister and mother. 

"Well, it is really a small world sometimes." Victoria said, laughing a little.

Diane smiled but did not say anything in response. That flustered expression on her grandson and the girl did not escape her scrutinizing eyes and she was sure that there was more to this story. The sister of Madison was not fooled for a second either and started smiling. 

"Hi, I'm Elisabeth Livingston. Glad to meet you." She said. 

"Nathaniel Lyndon, glad to meet you too." He introduced himself right back.  

"So you know my sister right? Can I know how? Even if you are both in Columbia, this is a big place so I'm curious to know. I'm also curious to know why Madison did not kill you when you called her 'Madie'. She hates nicknames, it is well known." 

"Don't answer that Nath! Elisabeth here is as curious as a cat, the more you answer her, the more she will want to know." She warned. 

Understanding what her daughter was implying and the reaction of Madison, Victoria picked up quickly on what was going on and also started smiling.  

"Nathaniel. I'm not sure if you know this but this weekend it's my son's birthday and the family is meeting in our house in the Hampton. You know that kind of event is always more enjoyable when you are with some company. Alas Madison here will be all alone this weekend. Since you seem to be friends, can I ask you to act as an escort for my daughter?" 

"Mom!" Madison exclaimed wrongly. 

"I do this for your own good, Madison." Victoria answered, her eyes flickering to her before coming back to Nathaniel, expectantly. 

"Thank you for the invite but I'm already busy being the escort of my loving grandmother here." Nathaniel answered with a little smile. He had refused because he had noticed the pleading look in Madison eyes and did not want to intrude in her life. 

"Don't worry about me, dear. Since you two are friends, it will not be very gentlemanly if you were to leave Madison all alone this weekend." Diane interjected mischievously.  

Seeing that he would not get any help from his grandmother, he resigned himself to accept. 

"Of course I will come." He finally answered. 

"Glad to hear it. I'm sure Madison will text you our address and the hour to the party later. Now, we need to get going. It was a pleasure Diane." Victoria said before leaving. Elisabeth took Madison's hand and dragged her with her and started to talk to her, eyeing Nathaniel a couple of times.

Nathaniel was in a coma for four years or at least that is what everyone thought. In reality he was trapped. Trapped in an endless dark world. 

That is until the freshly died soul of Marc, a CIA agent, came along and tried to take over his body. By an accident their souls merged and Nathaniel woke up with Marc's memories intact. 

This is the story of his life and what will become of it. Will he follow the path that was set for himself since his birth or will he forge his own way? Tuned in and find out. 


(Thanks Dolphingirl for the new synopsis)

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