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.

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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.

World War II, and Japan's defeat, deeply influenced Japanese literature. Many authors wrote stories of disaffection, loss of purpose, and the coping with defeat. Haruo Umezaki's short story Sakurajima shows a disillusioned and skeptical Navy officer stationed in a base located on the Sakurajima volcanic island, close to Kagoshima, on the southern tip of the Kyushu island. Osamu Dazai's novel The Setting Suntells of a soldier returning from Manchukuo. Shōhei Ōoka won the Yomiuri Prize for his novel Fires on the Plain about a Japanese deserter going mad in the Philippine jungle. Yukio Mishima, well known for both his nihilistic writing and his controversial suicide by seppuku, began writing in the post-war period. Nobuo Kojima's short story "The American School" portrays a group of Japanese teachers of English who, in the immediate aftermath of the war, deal with the American occupation in varying ways.

Prominent writers of the 1970s and 1980s were identified with intellectual and moral issues in their attempts to raise social and political consciousness. One of them, Kenzaburō Ōe published his best-known work, A Personal Matterin 1964 and became Japan's second winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Mitsuharu Inoue (ja) had long been concerned with the atomic bomb and continued in the 1980s to write on problems of the nuclear age, while Shusaku Endo depicted the religious dilemma of the Kakure Kirishitan, Roman Catholics in feudal Japan, as a springboard to address spiritual problems. Yasushi Inoue also turned to the past in masterful historical novels of Inner Asia and ancient Japan, in order to portray present human fate.

Avant-garde writers, such as Kōbō Abe, who wrote fantastic novels such as The Woman in the Dunes (1960), wanted to express the Japanese experience in modern terms without using either international styles or traditional conventions, developed new inner visions. Yoshikichi Furui tellingly related the lives of alienated urban dwellers coping with the minutiae of daily life, while the psychodramas within such daily life crises have been explored by a rising number of important women novelists. The 1988 Naoki Prize went to Shizuko Todo (ja) for Ripening Summer, a story capturing the complex psychology of modern women. Other award-winning stories at the end of the decade dealt with current issues of the elderly in hospitals, the recent past (Pure- Hearted Shopping District in Kōenji, Tokyo), and the life of a Meiji period ukiyo-e artist.

Haruki Murakami is one of the most popular and controversial of today's Japanese authors. His genre-defying, humorous and surreal works have sparked fierce debates in Japan over whether they are true "literature" or simple pop-fiction: Kenzaburō Ōe has been one of his harshest critics. Some of Murakami's best-known works include Norwegian Wood (1987) and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1994–1995).

Banana Yoshimoto, a best-selling contemporary author whose "manga-esque" style of writing sparked much controversy when she debuted in the late 1980s, has come to be recognized as a unique and talented author over the intervening years. Her writing style stresses dialogue over description, resembling the script of a manga, and her works focus on love, friendship and loss. Her breakout work was 1988's Kitchen.

Although modern Japanese writers covered a wide variety of subjects, one particularly Japanese approach stressed their subjects' inner lives, widening the earlier novel's preoccupation with the narrator's consciousness. In Japanese fiction, plot development and action have often been of secondary interest to emotional issues. In keeping with the general trend toward reaffirming national characteristics, many old themes re-emerged, and some authors turned consciously to the past. Strikingly, Buddhist attitudes about the importance of knowing oneself and the poignant impermanence of things formed an undercurrent to sharp social criticism of this material age. There was a growing emphasis on women's roles, the Japanese persona in the modern world, and the malaise of common people lost in the complexities of urban culture.

Popular fiction, non-fiction, and children's literature all flourished in urban Japan in the 1980s. Many popular works fell between "pure literature" and pulp novels, including all sorts of historical serials, information-packed docudramas, science fiction, mysteries, detective fiction, business stories, war journals, and animal stories. Non-fiction covered everything from crime to politics. Although factual journalism predominated, many of these works were interpretive, reflecting a high degree of individualism. Children's works re-emerged in the 1950s, and the newer entrants into this field, many of them younger women, brought new vitality to it in the 1980s.

Manga (comics) has penetrated almost every sector of the popular market. It includes virtually every field of human interest, such as multivolume high-school histories of Japan and, for the adult market, a manga introduction to economics, and pornography. Manga represented between 20 and 30 percent of annual publications at the end of the 1980s, in sales of some ¥400 billion per year.

Cell phone novels appeared in the early 21st century. Written by and for cell phone users, the novels—typically romances read by young women—have become very popular both online and in print. Some, such as Love Sky, have sold millions of print copies, and at the end of 2007 cell phone novels comprised four of the top five fiction best sellers.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

Months pass by, at early August, Al and Mary went to the publishing house called The World Publishing Company the author such as Ruth Nanda, Robert Ludlum, Rex Stout, and many more published their book with this company and this company has just made their office in Los Angeles.

After some negotiation that handled easily by Mary, they made another fortune of $100,000 USD in cash and divident of 15% of each book sold so that means, the if price of the book is $15 so he got $2.25 for each books sold, and of course because Al has made all of the character design and storyboard so the company only need to rearange, coloring and print the books.

Not only that, if the book becomes best seller, they will made another peripheral such as coloring book and character biodata set as per Al's authorization and this deal exclude film and tv series adaptation, toys and games that was still held by Al's.

Normaly, the adaptation works was held by the publishing house but luckily, Al got Mary. Al's contract only stated that he must at least made 2 more story sequel and the publisher must be World Publishing Company. And also the book can only published if the short story coloumn on the LA Times comes to an end.

The <Toy Story> come to an end and Al have been sent his another story to the LA Times as he promised. The story he made was <Lion King>, because the story lenght of <Up>, <Finding Nemo>, and <Ice Age> was too short, so he decide to make a collection book of it and wrote the <Lion King>.

Because many similarities of the <Kimba the White Lion> and <Lion King>, he decided to change the character name a little bit and their appereance such as Simba became Leeu or Leo, Scar's name and looks was changed and making the story to become more alike to Hamlet african animal version to avoid stink eye from japanese animator.

His popularity within kids and parents began to soar. Now many people knew the name of Alphonse Brandt or Al as pen name but unfortunately, nobody knew how Al was look like. Is he an adult? An old man? A woman? Or a pedophile uncle? So nobody sure how parents will react to their children's favourite author.

When <Toy Story> book was released on September, It became a best seller with 1 million sales on a week. Not only that, peripheral as coloring book and biodata characters also sold out but not as much as the pitcure book.

Many toy companies and animation studio began to contact the publishing house but they can only leave with disappointment. The copyright holder is still in the hand of the author and has no intention to authorized it.

Al got another idea for the toys and peripheral gifts.
' I know that my story will be a success but not THIS success' Al just sigh thinking about that, and maybe even think that he got a protagonist halo..... nah, that only appear on chuuni light novel.

Same as publishing house company, LA Times's sunday post is began to soar because there began many kids who urged their parents to buy the LA Times on sunday morning. Children now would ask if they had read Al's story, if not they won't became your friends.

This leave the board director and many company higher ups regret. They also own a publishing house but they have no children book in their catalog. This made William scolded by board director and call Mary to urged her to publish book on their company.

But unfortunately for them, they have made a deal with other publishing company. So Mary only promised him that Al will write more story to LA times and he already approved it.

"They are our benefactor but just give them a bit or they will become greedy." Said Al

At present time, beside keep playing with kids, because he got money from the publishing house, Al donate $50.000 to the orphanage.

In this way, the orphanage won't get trouble with funding anymore, and also the extra money he got, he decided to buy gifts for his fellow orphans, and both of his caretaker. Mary also got 10% comission, at first Mary is reject it but after always urged by Al everyday, she learns to compromise.

Anyway, he bought some music equipment like keyboard, guitar, and other music instrument and build a studio in one of the empty room in orphanage, it cost $10.000 for all of it.

In this month, Al learn all the skill that needed for entertainment industry. Singing, Music, Acting, Filmmaking.

While music can be practiced at home, so he needs to learn about acting and filmography. He bought a 8mm camera, and start experimenting by taking a documentary shoot about daily activity in orphanage. For acting, he just needed a perfect moment to do that.

Life goes on, celebrating Haloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and last is New Year. Al's life was full of learning and trainings, not only that he also writing a few short stories to LA Times and just an early December ago , he publish a book named <Jurassic Park>.

After the book was released, it created another storm of crazed reading by many of his fans and sci-fi reader.

Even the book critics praise this novel as one of the pioneering work of biology science fiction and also dna scientist was interested to experimenting this and want to invite the author to a science fair.

'Fk, if they knew who write this book was 10 year old kid, all of them must be feel ashamed because they belive in child's fantasies haha...' So of course as Mary keep Al's identity a secret, they reject them by telling them the author want to live in peaceful life.

The new year of 1981 is come, and the orphanage family celebrate it together, Al keep buying them a lot of gifts.

He even thinking whether to hire an agent from talent agency to enter hollywood. After consulting with Mary, she also approve this and even suggest Al to hire personal assistant or even manager.

Both Mary and Mrs K know that Al's dream was to make movies, so they also knew that Al need experience and the best way to start from bottom was to become child star first to gain some fame.

" Well I got some recommendation from my friends to contact this new agency, although they only established 5 years ago, they got some good connection in this industry." Said Mary

" Really? What this agency called?" Asked Al. "The Creative Artist Agency, it was built by Michael Ovitz, ex-senior agent of William Morris Agency." Mary said.

'CAA?' Thought Al, what he knew from his past life was this agency is really strong in the 90s, not only they got half of the A-list hollywood actors/actress, they really dominate the production of the film itself, and even he heard that the one of the agents, because his signed customer was failed at audition, he come to the one of the hollywood big six studio and threatening their CEO.

This made CAA become more dominering and made all film studio wary, so all hollywood production company made an agreement to put pressure on CAA, by rejecting some of their customer and their film project. So CAA began to yield and even more so, since late 90s, the film production company most of them became media group or own by important people.

The most famous things that CAA made was their packaging project, and it's succesiveness change the gameplay of hollywood's talent agency.

After much thinking Al said" Okay, please call them then, but make sure that the contract is short and I don't want to follow any plan they design for me, I want to do things ny own way, I heard that some talent agency forcing their customer to publicize their personal life."

" Don't worry Al, I'll make sure if the agency is forcing you, we will change immidiately." Said Mary

To Be Continued.....

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A man suffering from pancreatic cancer lay in his bed weakly. Believe that he will never survive, he made a wish on his birth/deathday to become the best filmmaker and become rich on his next life if there is.

A normal boy, who wanted live a genuine life, carrying a mysterious past and future.

Suddenly they woke up in the one body and one mind in year 1980.

Watch him as he becomes the greatest filmmaker and the King of Hollywood

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


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

"Well, Eric, would you let my publishing house take care of your book ?" Michael Klaus didn't try to hide his intentions, as he very bluntly said.
 
Eric looked at the already printed and bounded manuscript that the black girl gave him, and said to Michael Klaus: "I'm sorry, Michael, though I appreciate your recognition, but you know, I want to try my luck with some of the larger publishing houses. Parents hope for their children to make it to the Ivy League, don't they ?"
 
Michael did not have the slightest expression of contempt or displeasure as he smiled and said: "Eric, you don't seem to have a full understanding of those large publishing companies, maybe we could find a place to talk, I know a cafe not far from here, my treat, how about it ?"
 
Eric took back the manuscript, and put it into his bag as he straightforwardly replied: "I'm sorry, Michael, I'm late for work, if in the future my manuscript gets rejected by those publishers, I will contact you."
 
Eric carried his backpack and got out of the printing shop, he started his car and drove towards the restaurant.
Michael hesitated a little, before immediately rushing out of the shop, getting into his car and following him. He had a feeling that if he missed this opportunity, he might regret it forever. This feeling he got was 30% because the Jurassic Park novel and 70% because of that young man called Eric.
 
Although he had only read the top half of the novel, Michael was surprised by the lad's knowledge. It had to be known that teens his age may have never heard of genetic engineering, chaos theory, nanotechnology and other high-tech factors. But not only was this kid well documented, he also used that vocabulary in a way that didn't actually make you lose interest in the novel, and instead added to the fascinating twists of the plot.
 
He had seen many types of sci-fi novels, but most of them used those scientific terms in a very boring way, that type of fiction was obviously not for all types of readers.
 
Eric parked his car on the parking lot and turned around to find a black car stopping not far away. Michael Klaus got out, he had apparently followed him. This served to satisfy Eric's vanity. His favourable impression of Michael was seriously growing.
 
"Hey, Eric-"  Michael waved his hand and was about to speak when Eric pointed at his watch and said: "That, Michael, you see, it's nine and I work in this Italian restaurant as a waiter, if you don't mind ordering breakfast, the bar and restaurant are basically deserted before 10 o'clock." Michael nodded knowingly and followed Eric as he walked into a restaurant.
 
Eric changed his clothes and came out, Michael had been sitting at a window seat, an empty breakfast plate in front of him.
 
"I explained the situation to Mr. Jeff, but you have to hurry." Eric sat across Michael, smiled and said: "I might be young, but I'm not that easily persuaded."
 
Michael laughed: "I believe after you hear my explanation you will certainly give it to me to publish. As I just said, you probably don't know those big publishers, but, I have worked at Simon & Schuster for eleven years, I did everything, from the most basic things to editing. Because I failed in the competition for the department manager position, I left and founded my own The Night Elves publishing house."
 
"What does that have to do with me ?" Because of his past life as a loser, Eric feared hearing about other people struggle stories, and couldn't help but interrupt.
 
"Relax, young man, I  just want to make you understand that I'm not kidding around and that my words are the truth. You know, I was originally editing reviews at first, every day I reviewed tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of words from drafts, although there were a lot of, ehm, bad manuscripts, there were also a lot of works that got published. At least 2000 different kinds of books make it each year. Even if you got published, they already have thousands of ongoing publications, how much promotional marketing resources do you think they'll use on a newbie ?"
 
Michael finished, stopped and took a sip of water, leaving Eric some room to process. Eric already got the idea but did not say anything, he kept staring at Michael, indicating him to keep going.
 
Michael followed:  "My publishing house might be small, but with my years of experience and knowledge on publishing and marketing, it has always been doing well. Science fiction, adventure, and horror novels, although we only publish about a dozen novels each year, we still have a certain amount of reputation in the industry. If you give Jurassic Park to me, I promise to put in all the resources we have towards promoting your novel in the shortest time possible and help Jurassic Park  build some fame. With my help, and under my guidance, your novel will have higher chances to make it into the bestseller list."
 
Michael laid all his cards on the table, then quietly waited for Eric's decision.
 
After hearing Michael's rant, Eric was still somewhat concerned. Even if a small publishing house put in all their resources, how much could that possibly be ?
 
His mind was still that of a middle-aged man, he had experienced a lot in his past life and had seen all kinds of people. So of course he wouldn't be so hot-blooded as to change his mind with only a few words. However, there were two points that Michael mentioned that kept hitting his sensitive strings:  in the shortest time possible,  and, help Jurassic Park build some fame.
 
No matter the era, fame had always been an intangible but incredibly useful asset. From Eric's point of view, the only obstacle to the implementation of his plan was his young age that would prevent him from receiving other's full trust and support.
 
But with enough fame, this shortcoming disappears. If an eighteen-year-old freshly graduated high school student were to become a movie director, people would just laugh in contempt. But if an eighteen-year-old talented writer becomes one, the results would definitely not be the same. Sure, there would still be criticism, but there would also be some who would think along the lines of: Damn, that genius kid is quite fierce.
 
Eric said: "I have to admit, Michael, you kinda moved me there. However, these are only promises, I still know nothing about your publishing house."
 
"It's very easy to change that," Michael calmly said: "One of the authors my publishing house is in charge of made it into the recent New York Times best-sellers list. Although he only made it into the last place, it didn't stop Twentieth Century Fox from purchasing the movie rights. It'll probably be made into a film in the following years."
 
Eric didn't doubt Michael's words, those kinds of things could be easily looked up. He said: "So, when do we start talking about this cooperation ?"
 
Michael was stunned for a second before stammering: "Y-you, you'll agree ?"
 
"Yes," Eric nodded and smiled, "To be honest, I just can't wait to see my novel hit the shelves."
 
"Alright so how about tonight ? I think you may need to work now." Michael pointed at the restaurant's entrance where guests were gradually increasing.
 
After the two men agreed on the meeting place, Michael left the restaurant satisfied.
 
"Eric, what did you talk about with that man ? You look unusually happy." Jeff asked. Eric had just told him that he had to discuss something important with a friend, so he was a bit curious.
 
Eric handed the menus over to the guests and then their orders to his colleagues in the kitchen, before replying: "Oh yeah, awesome news Jeff, that man is the owner of a publishing house, I will soon be published."
 
Jeff was a little confused, and asked as he looked at Eric strangely: "Publish a novel ? Didn't you tell me yesterday that you wanted to become a director, that you had written a script ? Are you going to give up on your dream so quickly to become a writer instead ?"
 
Eric said: "Of course not, my goal hasn't changed, writing won't prevent me from becoming a director now, will it ? The manuscript is in my backpack in the locker room, Jeff do you mind taking a look and giving me your opinion ?"
 
Jeff made his way to the locker room in puzzlement, he thought that Eric's novel would probably only be a thousand words short story, so when he saw the thick stack of paper that made up the manuscript, Jeff's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. There was definitely more than 150,000 words, in his entire life he probably hadn't even written so much !
 
He spent the lunch period busiest hours in leisure. The restaurant's staff was taken aback when they realized their boss seemed to have disappeared for several hours. For that old man who always hanged around to suddenly go AWOL, it was definitely weird.
 
When they were discussing if they should go look for him, Jeff came out from the locker room, patted Eric's shoulder and said: "Brilliant novel, you'll probably resign soon." With these words, Jeff left. Once their boss' figure disappeared, a group of people surrounded Eric to inquire about what happened.
 
And that's how, for the whole afternoon, from time to time waiters and kitchen staff members would take turns to go into the locker room to read Eric's work. A beautiful waitress even coyly asked him if she could take a it home.
 
Although Eric wasn't indifferent to the beautiful girl's flirtatious winks, he could only decline such a request. He had a few copies of the novel, and lending her one was not a problem, but before the book was published, he didn't want any untoward accidents to happen.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the road to become a Hollywood legend.

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ATTENTION!

This is not an original novel, all rights in this story belong to JUST DO.

The translation of most chapters is done by: Elawn, Nano4bots and Sissy That Walk.

My translation will start where they have left it, my translation may not be as good as theirs but I would like it much more people to know more about this story that I liked so much.

I WANT THAT I LIKE THIS HISTORY A LOT, BUT I DO NOT AGREE TO A LOT OF THE BEHAVIORS BOTH OF THE PROTAGONIST AND SOME CHARACTERS. IN THIS HISTORY CHARACTERS OF REAL LIFE APPEAR AND I DO NOT ASSURE THAT THE DATA PROVIDED IN THIS HISTORY WILL BE TRUE.

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!

Hello, Panda here giving his final thoughts for his first completed fan fiction. Panda didn't expect that this fan fiction would take 1 year and 2 months to finish, in the beginning, Panda always thought that it might only take 5 months. But Panda experienced a lot of things in reality which made it too slow to finish, there were a lot of times when Panda wanted to give up because of the hardship and burden that Panda is experiencing in real life. It might not be the strongest burden but it was heavy since Panda has always been a stupid and clumsy panda and Panda doesn't have the set of skills in surviving alone. But thanks to some friends and readers's encouragement and thoughts, Panda persisted on this short and long journey of ours.
When Panda first created this fanfic, Panda expected that people who reads this would like it, well panda was wrong. There were people who hated it, which made Panda sad a few times. Although from the beginning, all the chapters that Panda has created was short like 400 to 600 words only, it also had somewhat like robot like talking or very cringe. it still made Panda feel the feeling of life or rather the feeling of relax, its hard to describe what Panda was feeling at that time, every end of chapter and sleeping or waiting for 8 hours to see the comments. Panda was hoping for people commenting "It was good" "Nice one!", which was within panda's expectation except for the bad comments which hurt Panda's self esteem and thoughts at that time.
Panda still felt happy seeing people liking Panda's fanfic, although there are a lot of mistake such as the title since why did Panda named it a lazy man's adventure? When the main character rarely is lazy and would do a lot of things. Well since this is the first creation of story making or fan fiction making of Panda then its is very common for Panda who is known for his clumsiness and beginner level to make a lot of mistakes. Also Panda only based his first creation from what Panda's read at most Panda could only make use of the 5 percent of what he reads from other novels and fanfic, since Panda's memory isn't powerful to create and remember everything.  Panda named it A lazy man's adventure because panda wanted to describe what Panda wanted to do if Panda was given 7 wishes, Panda was very lazy at that time so Panda named this fanfic a lazy man's adventure.
In conclusion, Panda felt that 75 percent of this creation was full of happiness and fun while 25 percent was the regret, headaches, angry, sad and tiredness since Panda creates chapters after Panda finishes his homework, exams and lessons from subjects, there were times panda failed because Panda's best wasn't enough for the job.  Anyway Panda thanks everyone for reading panda's first completed fan fiction, and Panda hopes to see you all in the second fan fan fiction that Panda will be creating.
(Author: Give Panda a full week break, because it is the starts of final exams and projects... Panda will release the first chapter of panda's second fan fiction named "Endless Reincarnation Into The Fictional Omniverse" a week later. )
P.S. Please don't have high expectation, Panda knows Panda's best isn't enough for it. Although Panda's story creation is improving, it is very slow in improving because Panda doesn't have the talent or the set of skills in creating story. So maybe the second fan fiction might worse than the first one or it might be better, Panda doesn't know and will leave it to fate!"

Our Lazy 17 years old MC "Ye Han" died of a heart attack. Luckily while he was being judged by God. God decided to give him a chance to reincarnate to another world with 7 wishes 

*I do not own the cover image, found it on Pinterest
*Updates may not be stable
*I do not own the worlds that my Mc will travel through.
*Bad grammar, English is not my forte

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

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

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