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Just a bunch of writing assignments from school that I thought I should post on my Wattpad.

So this is the first time I've written something so please mind the mistakes in my writing please and thank you

 Hi my name is Lizzie and I've just started                going to college and I'm moving in my dorm and I will be going to get my stuff from home and go back to my dorm and see who my roommate is.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER...

So I'm back at the dorm and I've just found out that I have to share a room with a BBBBBOYYYY!!!!!!!!

Um hi what's ur name my name is Lizzie what's ur name?
  
Um hi my name is carter and I've just loved here and I've just found out that I will be sharing a room with a giiirl and it's uncomfortable to ask but do u want to be my friend.?

Sure?!!. But we don't even know anything about each other though.

Yeah that's what I've been asking about we don't know each-other so can u tell me a little about yourself and I can tell u a little about myself?.

Well ok? My name is Lizzie and I've just moved here from California and My parents work as doctors and I work a part-time at target or something It's not as good as my parents jobs but it's a steady job.

Ok now my turn I'm carter and I'm 17 years old and I moved here from Kansas and my parents work as chefs and I work at JC Penny  
my jobs not good either but it's steady and I have friends there.

Oh yeah I forgot I'm 17years old to lol well it's about time to get to our classes so... see u when I come back to the dorm. See ya carter replied.



I WILL POST ANOTHER PAGE OF THIS ON .... THURSDAYS 
                    Bye!!

The line felt like an eternity. Well, it's not like it matters because I'm just a soul right now, not experiencing any pain or whatsoever. But still, you get my point.

I don't know how I died, but I'm dead, and that's for sure. I don't know what place this is, but another thing I'm sure about is that time doesn't exist here. Or maybe, as a science believer, I can say that a millennium here is equivalent to about a millisecond in the living dimension. In short, it came to the point where you can practically ignore it.

It came to the point where the flow of time was significantly insignificant here.

I also don't know why I'm here. I mean, okay, I'm dead, I'm just a measly soul, but can't I just go straight to paradise or chaos, wherever may my soul belong?


Putting those worries aside, I feel like we aren't moving forward at all. Are the humans way too much in number that even in the afterlife, it's way too crowded? This thought can only get a sigh from anyone.

Come on, people. Control, we need to control ourselves! Stop that plok plok and have another hobby, demmit!


Okay, I need to calm down. Seriously, even in my afterlife, I'm still as short-tempered as ever in useless things.


Finally, my turn came. The door was nothing impressive, and can only make one person at a time pass. The guard wore something like a robe. No, it was more like a hoodie or something, but he just looked like a guard. Like a typical frail-looking guy you know you'll never want to mess with.


"Job... UpDown" is all the guard at the door said.


"I'm sorry, what?"


Job and UpDown? What does that mean?


"Job... UpDown," he repeated. It made me more confused, but I can see he had no intention of saying anything other than that.

But job or UpDown... Does UpDown mean THE two places where souls go?

I asked the guard about it, and he nodded. Well, as much as I want to choose the UpDown, my gut was telling me that I should choose the former, even though I have no clue what that is.


"Job." I decisively said. The guard nodded once more, and he touched my left shoulder, making me glow like a sun.


"Uhmm... what's happening?"

Without answering my question, the guard smiled and nodded once again. He then said, "Choose one." before my eyes were covered with light.


As the light engulfed my whole being, I thought this is either the worst or best decision I've ever made in my life. I mean, in my death. Or afterlife? This is so embarrassing, I wish I can kill myself. Wait, I'm dead.

Seriously, what the heck? Anyway, you get my point.
~~
When my vision cleared, a screen was floating in front of me. It was a list of every single job there is in the world. 

As I scrolled down, there were many odd jobs such as dog food taster, and professional sleeper listed. For unknown reasons, they were already crossed out.

Popular jobs such as engineering, nursing, and teaching were also crossed out. As dumb as I am, I clicked on "Physician" only to receive an obvious notice.

"THIS JOB IS TAKEN."

Well, it was worth the try.

I clicked the 'jump to the top' button at the lower right corner on the screen. This time, I read everything thoroughly and noticed that the list started with Abattoir something then ended with Zoologist.

"Is Zumba Instructing not a job?" I thought out loud. The screen suddenly lit up, making me involuntarily close my eyes. When it returned to normal, there was already 'Zumba Instructor' listed at the very bottom.

Uhmm... okay?

It was quite a weird experience but I let it pass since I have yet to choose a job. I immediately looked for my dream job, writing, but almost every writing job was taken except for one.

Writer. 

It made me wonder why those who were before me chose the other writing jobs but I immediately was able to answer my question. Being a 'writer' was way too general, you never know what you will need to write next.

I mean, wouldn't it be more exciting not to know what'll happen next? Or is it just me? 

Probably just me. Anyway, I clicked 'Writer'. 

A notice showed up again, "YOU HAVE CHOSEN A JOB."

After that, the screen disappeared in front of my eyes, replaced by a computer. I was now inside a cubicle, sitting on a swivel chair. Normally, I would've asked myself what the heck was happening but for obvious reasons, I felt completely normal, not even a bit surprised.

Right in front of me was a paper with organizational markers and a pile of sticky notes. On my right was a half-whiteboard and half-bulletin board equipped with pins and whiteboard markers. To my right was a blank wall, probably for the post-its. 

This was how I came to have this job - the start of my career as a writer.

Well then, what should be my first title?

We all live, we all die. But have you ever wondered what really happens after we die?

I thought my end would be either at those two places but a dimension where time does not exist, existed.

In here, we all have one job. One can clean anything, another can teach anything. And mine?

Well, I can write anything. Even things I never knew in my whole lifetime, I can write about it.

I never knew what love is. I never knew what it feels to be loved or to love.

Will a pen really be enough to know? Should I write about the thing called "love"?

Is love that shallow?

I don't think so.

~~

Join 'Writer' and the fam as they uncover their life's biggest secret. This is a bit of a 'slice of life' genre (I think?) although the setting is on the afterlife.

Anyway, hoping for your support! (*ehem* PowerStones *ehem*)

From the looks of things, there were some people who labeled themselves as 'Daoyuan class students' on social media as means to attract the attention of girls; some were even liars who used such labels when they were actually not part of it. 
The trend was no longer to impersonate a kid from a rich family but to impersonate a Daoyuan class student…
In reality, the majority of Daoyuan class were sophomores that under the strict controls of the black coats. 
This meant that most Daoyuan class students did not have the time to do such things and students tend to be rather shy. If a pretty senior came over to flirt with boys in Daoyuan class, the boys would probably be too shy and run away. 
Not everyone was born to be an expert in love. 
There were even rumors that students of the Daoyuan class had become better and stronger in certain aspects after training…
Some nightclubs even had hiring advertisements that said: High salary! Strength type male metahuman needed in public relations… There were more dishonest than decent such cases. 
Anyway, the current society was just like this, there were bound to be good and bad people and in order to stay out of trouble, you had to be quick-witted. 
It was undeniable that… Metahumans quickly adapted to the society and this was mankind's unique ability: to adapt. 
If humans could not adapt, mankind would not have been on top of the animal chain. 
Of course, there were people who questioned: would metahumans disrupt social stability?
There weren't only good comments about metahumans on the forums. Someone revealed that in South America, there were already cases of metahumans committing crimes. And so were cases in Southeast Asia, Europe, and Australia which were widely broadcasted by their local media. 
But locally, cases like these were really rare…
It was a fact that the local public security had always made top 10 amongst all counties in the world and it was not surprising that the appearance of metahumans did not change that. 
With regards to this, Lu Shu was grateful for the black coats' prowess and first-class methods in maintaining social stability. 
Having mentioned the black coats, what could their sector be called? It couldn't just be 'related sector', right?
At this moment, Lu Shu noticed a girl 2 rows away listening to class when she suddenly started crying and even kept her head down so that the teacher could not see. 
Looking closely, she was just secretly reading a romance novel…
Wow! Lu Shu had a sudden flashback. He had read some novels before and some plots were really disgusting. Maybe he could… use writing novels as a way to earn distress points?! 
However… Lu Shu was troubled. Even though his grades were always good and even topped the class in the previous exam, his essays were consistently poor and never excelled in that area! 
Damn it! Lu Shu felt like he had just discovered a mountain of treasure but just could not retrieve it, how frustrating! He should have read more novels! 
Most writers had read large numbers of books. Perhaps the imagination part relied on talent but the writing required a long time to develop. 
What was meant by writing? Was it the use of bombastic and pretty terms? No. 
Writing was the ability to pen down the world, characters and the storyline inside your mind. This looked simple but it was actually not. 
Even though Lu Shu had read a few novels, these ten years, others were busy living their lives while he was busy trying to make ends meet, so where to find the energy to read that much?
A student who also worked odd jobs until 2 am, where could he find that much leisure time to read novels?
What he read the most were news. The habit to read the news was because he wanted to be updated as sooner or later, he had to go into the society and find a job to feed his family. 
At that point in time, he had to do whatever he could with his fragile body so as to fight for a living for him and Lu Xiaoyu. Instead of reading a novel, he would rather have some sleep. 
Lu Shu did not have options in life since he lacked the basic material foundation. 
The rule of this world was that everything was controlled by destiny and everything was already decided. His living standards already decided that even if Lu Shu were to write a novel, no one might even read it; or if written too poorly, no one would. 
Things like distress points relied on the people and if no one read, there would not be any distress points. 
But Lu Shu's life wasn't that bad… He still had his adorable classmates. 
This afternoon, Lu Shu did not bring his stinky tofu to the canteen but instead, he took a public bus to a second-hand phone market that was 5km away. He wanted to buy a new SIM card to use for the Golden Foundation forum. 
The second-hand phone market was located in the heart of Luo City city which used to be bustling with activity but had later on been reduced to a low-class business district. 
A few years ago there were still people carrying a bag and asking around, "Anyone wants movies, imported ones? There are all sorts- Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, and Korean!"
But such people were no longer seen and a new business took its place: Second-hand phones, selling lost identification cards, phone SIM cards, etc. 
This place had no regulations or control and it was a mess. 
But Lu Shu liked this kind of messy environment. Wearing his hoodie and walking on the streets, he casually found a portable stall and managed to buy a SIM card with just 70 dollars. 
The phone he was using was also a second-hand one and now, his SIM card was also bought using someone else's identification. With the tens of thousands of users on the Golden Foundation forum, it was almost impossible to find out his real identification. 
On the way back in the bus, Lu Shu was scrolling through the forums and came upon a new post. The original poster seemed familiar, it was the one selling chives! 
The post said: Not only were the chives sold out, even his house was sold at a high price. 
Lu Shu was stunned and continued reading. Apparently, after the buyer bought the chives, he was not satisfied and decided to offer a price that was 30% higher than the market rate to buy the house that the seller lived in, claiming that he needed to grow his own chives to achieve the effects…
Lu Shu looked at the post in disbelief. Why were some people so weird, buying a house to grow chives to eat? Did this guy not care about his money?
That's not right… Lu Shu had suddenly thought of another possibility. 
If the idea that different places in the world had different Feng Shui was right, then could it be that the house that those special chives grew in was richer in magical energy? 
Thinking about it, Lu Shu understood what happened. The buyer had bought this place to carry out his training! 
Daoyuan class had resumed at night and Xi Fei started off with checking everyone's progress. 
Liu Li's hopes to complete two cycles were destroyed as those who tried practicing in the day realized that the speed of training was much faster at home. 
At this moment, Xi Fei asked Jiang Shuyi for his progress and he calmly replied, "Progress, 2 cycles completed."
Everyone was taken aback. Jiang Shuyi did not only have tier B aptitude but could also complete 2 cycles so quickly? 
But everyone also noticed that Xi Fei was not surprised…


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

"Mister, if you keep coming at me, I'm going to call the cops!" An Xiaxia pulled out her phone as she shouted in a shaky tone.
The man completely ignored her threats while he approached her with a hideous grin on his face.
He took several steps closer and An Xiaxia retreated continuously, her face filled with nervousness.
It was right when the man was within arm's reach that a fierce and accurate punch suddenly landed on his face and the man cried out in pain as he fell to the ground. 
"Who did it? Who are you? You dare hit me, do you think I won't call the police?!" The man cursed while An Xiaxia was shocked to see who it was.
Sheng Yize flexed his fingers as he replied in a cold, calm voice, "So when you get hit, you know you should call the police? How about when you're harassing a young girl? Holding other people up to a saint's standards but keeping trash standards for yourself. Mister, you're really something else."
The man was struck speechless and when his two friends saw how Sheng Yize didn't look like someone to be messed with, they quickly helped the drunk man up and fled in a wretched state.
"Are you alright?" Sheng Yize asked awkwardly.
An Xiaxia shook her head, before timidly asking, "You didn't leave?"
Sheng Yize readjusted his cap. "Ah, I left something behind, so I came back to look for it."
"Oh… thanks. What did you leave behind? I'll help you look for it!" An Xiaxia eagerly volunteered.
"…" Sheng Yize was quiet for a while before he let out a "Idiot!"
"What, why are you mad again?!" An Xiaxia's eyebrows scrunched together. "I may not be smart, but my IQ is still normal. Why are you always calling me stupid?"
Sheng Yize sulked and didn't want to bicker with her anymore. Instead, he grabbed her by the back of her collar and dragged her along. 
"Hey! Where are you taking me?"
"Home!" Sheng Yize coldly replied, but switched positions with An Xiaxia nonetheless, so that she was walking on the inside of the sidewalk away from the road.
An Xiaxia didn't notice his considerate maneuver and only found his anger really abominable!
After they got into the car, Sheng Yize let the driver know the address for the An family home, then sat back to rest with his eyes closed.
After rushing the recent jobs and handling the little woman's trivial things, he was rather exhausted.
An Xiaxia sneaked out her cell phone, logged into a side account, and diligently began to write a post, ready to trash Sheng Yize!
Hmph! She needed to ruthlessly complain about such an awful man. She would trash him and trash him some more!
The cold air outside rushed in through the car window and she couldn't help but shiver.
September in Yu City meant that there was still a bit of light despite it being late. However, the temperature had dropped quite a bit.
An Xiaxia was in the middle of passionately writing her post when an article of clothing covered her head. At the same time, the car window was rolled up.
"Huh?" An Xiaxia pulled the garment down a bit and from the faint light of her cell phone, she realized that it was a man's jacket. From the style, it probably belonged to Sheng Yize…
Ah… Why was he suddenly being so nice to her…
"Put it on. You're already not smart. What would happen if you became stupid from the cold?" Sheng Yize purposely added on the sarcasm.
An Xiaxia was speechless. He really was a vengeful guy…
Originally, she wanted to stand her ground and refuse it, but it was so cold. After thinking it through, she still wore the jacket.
The teenager's jacket was rather large, but it was warm and had his unique scent on it that was clean and fresh.
With his jacket on, An Xiaxia looked at her half-finished post and suddenly didn't know what to write any more.
While she was in a daze, Sheng Yize suddenly shifted over and asked, "What are you doing? What do you mean by 'a male celebrity surnamed S is presumptuous and has a disgustingly bad temper…'"
Ahhh! She had been discovered!


As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. 

But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. 

Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason...

Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save?

An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out!

Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

Mark was fearing if he would change his mind. Now, after battling with his confused heart, he had done it at last. It was just as he dreamed. He proposed the one he loved and she accepted. But he could still see in her eyes that she was not in love with him. There was no spark of love in her eyes. But he can change it. He can make her fall in love with him. He still felt Lilly like a shadow around him and he wondered why.. though he wanted himself to be only thinking of his future with Bella. He was never made for Lilly and she knew from the beginning how madly he is in love with Bella, he blurred his vague thoughts that was popping out of his head now and then.
Bella has returned home just then. He wondered how this girl can work so hard, she worked at libraries, in shops, as car cleaner… and countless other part-time jobs and return home cheerfully, helping Susan. He has told her a hundred times to stop working so hard but she ignored his pleads with smiles. He knew he can never change her mind. Every month he saw her sending money from the post office to some address. He never asked her to whom she was sending the money, since he believed she will spend her hard earned money wisely.
He brought two cups of steaming hot coffee and sat near Bella who was looking outside in the balcony.
"Bell!!" Mark gave her a cup... The little tulip plant that was grown in the balcony now bared a flower. Strangely though, it constantly reminded Mark of Lilly. 
Bella was in deep thoughts and was shaken by Mark… She gazed at him…
"In all relations of your past, your aunt, uncle, cousin, Peter, us, have you ever let the other side try?"
Bella looked confused and waiting for Mark to continue.
"What I mean is, you held onto every relations, suppressing and moulding yourself for them. But now I want you to stop it. I want you to be you. Without any more fear and with full freedom."
Still Bella looked like she was struggling to catch his words.
"I want you to continue writing. And this time under your name."
Bella stared blankly looking away from Mark. 
"I can't…" Bella could not explain why…
"Is there any reason you can tell me? "Mark was determined.
"I have started writing under Dona's name and if I continue writing under my name, what if the readers find out. It can damage Dona's image completely." Bella knew that it was not the only reason. She never rethought about writing after she met Peter. And it was months ago. She even doubted whether she is still good at it anymore. And the main fear that still ate her was… she was unlucky… She can't start anything under her name. 
"That's what I am saying. I don't want you to start over The Pebbles again. I want you to create a new series… A new outbreak, and I am confident that you can do it. Actually it's a favor I want to ask you. It's that I can't go to Peter's company. So I wish to start a new publishing firm. I want you to help me in editing since you are really good at it and also if yours is the first novel to be published by our new company, then I am sure we can become really successful… Won't you do it for me?"
Mark looked serious and was not joking, Bella could feel he meant what he was saying. But how can she let it happen? She was overjoyed when Mark said he wants to start a firm of his own and she trusted his abilities and was confident on his success. But how can she allow her novel to be published as his start? What if it turns out to be disastrous???
How can she make him understand?
"Mark, please…. I can write for you but only under Dona's name. But I can do editing works and anything else you say."
Mark couldn't understand what was it that Bella was fearing. But he was happy, atleast she will write.. do something that she liked. He can change her slowly and even ask Dona to speak with her.
"Okay then. If that is the case, I will have to talk with your past editor if he is willing to part your works with me or join me. You are going to be really busy from now on, Bell.."
"And Mark… Please don't tell to anyone that I am writing, Anyone…"
"I wish you change your mind soon … And I know you will Bell…"
........
Susan was serving breakfast and everyone were seated on the dining table smelling the delicious food. Susan's talent at cooking was beyond appreciation and Bella could find herself gaining weight in her past few days. She had a delicious bite of her stuffed bread when Susan walked towards the door. 
So, someone might have rang the doorbell, wondered Bella. 
Bella turned and was surprised to see her past editor standing alongside Susan with an apologetic look.
"Sorry! I disturbed you people while eating. I am the editor and publisher of The Pebbles, the novel series written by Dona… umm.. I mean Bella. Actually, I came here as soon as I received the mail from Mr Mark. I was searching for Bella for days in vain and the moment I knew she is here, I rushed to find you. I can wait till you finish eating."
But David was inside Susan's home and nobody can leave the house without eating.  So she forced David to take a seat and dine with the family. Though David was reluctant at first, eventually, he sat in to endeavor a big fat breakfast.
"Hi Mr David. Pleased to meet you!" Mark gave a formal welcome as soon as they finished the breakfast and started on business.
Bella looked confusedly at David… " How did he know that it was me who wrote the novel series?"
"You are saying you knew that it was Bella who wrote those novels?" Mark spoke out what was bothering Bella for a while.
"Yes… Dona told me." He became silent immediately.
"Dona?  … You know where she is? Aunt Annie is dead scared since her absence. Please tell me where she is, David." Bella pleaded and Mark translated it for her.
"I can't… She is safe and is chasing her dreams. Lately… she seems to be really happy. And I believe she will return to her home soon. So don't worry… It was she who told me to ask you to continue the novel works and she even said you can put your name if you want as long as she is safe."
David turned into a serious note and continued, " Bella, will you resume your work?"

Isabella Lawrence, a deaf and mute girl born with misfortunes right from her birth.. A bad omen.. that's what everyone called her..lost her parents on the day of her birth and ended up living with her aunt who hates her..
Her life takes a U turn when a rich and rude young man enters her life making her life more miserable.. But sending in her a shiver of love...
And how does Bella solve her father's mystery..!!
Let's walk into Bella's world...a mixture of adventure .. hatred and a silent love..❤

In Aria's apartment, the quarters emitted—an eerie feel where people engulfed in their deep state of slumber since the sun hasn't risen yet.

The deafening kind of silence was cut short until it broke from the suddenness of the alarm. In this, it has drawn the awakening of Aria's consciousness. Therefore, she will proceed to do her daily routine of doing writing gameplay storylines.

As a writer, Aria thought that she already has everything she wants in life. The truth is, it's not—it's not always easy being a writer. It's not as glamorous as movies make it seem. In the real world, it takes a lot of effort to write from where you want or what you want it to be. 

It needs dedication and conviction to make it into a career. As much as skill and passion are important, it's even more important to have that dedication to turn your passion into a living.

It's like you entered it with the most optimistic and most passionate version of yourself. You wanted to write not just because you have that skill and talent to do so. You wanted to write, not to boost your capabilities as a writer, but for—the sole purpose that you wanted to move and inspire people—through the power of your words.

Art is supposed to make you something like magic flows through your veins of your creativity and imagination, and writing is one of the most underrated forms of art that exists.

This is what she decided, and that's her goal to fulfil her wishes.

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟs, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴀʏɪʀᴀ, ʀɪsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ᴛᴀʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴄᴀsᴛᴇʀs — or any other games that will be released soon at the year of 2025.

All the backgrounds, the storylines, the scripts were mostly written by her. People in the world couldn't help but get interested in how broad her imagination and simplicity of her works. No other reason why people couldn't wait for the upcoming VR gaming. All of them already knew that would break any records from history.

Apparently, all of the above was just one of her dreams.

She wasn't a designer, nor a coder,  but a writer that holds extraordinary ideas of gaming. She is also big fond of gaming. Being a gamer is like one of her remedy against anxiety and stress—an escape from the cruel reality at some point.

Last previous months, she became one of the members of the famous high-tech industry, known as ⓜⓥⓡ —Montclair Virtual Reality Gaming Industry. 

This time, she was transferred to ZA Team, where they conducted a game about the zombie apocalypse. They need a writer to make up the storylines of the gameplay. And this is her part to join in. 

At some point, she got excited from the upcoming thrill beheading to her mind. Well, why not? Aren't they just living undead who eat people's brains or flesh? 

And everyone. . .erm. . .will go mayhem against all those zombies through the weapons they create. No schools, no jobs but to survive at any cost. Go adventure and meet more people to save. Idk if it sounds exciting for you, but it's exciting for us, as the gamers.

Sometimes, it can be really intriguing.

The sound of tapping against the keys—is soft and powerfully subtle as her fingers typing with ease; emitted a soothing aura - as tranquil as a rain.

In her laptop, she saw her writings from the first chapter. She made this story as a storyline of gameplay called, ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪsᴇ ᴏғ ᴜɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ.  

It was a story about a young girl from a real-world transferred to the post-apocalyptic world that became a princess and should bear the next heir as a future queen, however, an apocalypse collapses; swarms of zombies invaded their kingdom, spreading the virus to the people and become one of them. 

In spite of all, there was a bodyguard, right in the hand of the so-called king, who falls in love with the princess, and swore to protect her but in the end, he failed to do so. 

She was planning to make her find her way back to him. But first things first, she needs to train herself and get stronger in order to save more lives. 

The goal of the game is one of her mission to save her kingdom, search her family and find the solution of the curse to why it all happened. Perhaps, only if there's an elusive mage to fix it.

In the middle of writing, she was now stuck after the fifteen chapters, where she hardly think of what would be the antidote. Should she add an unaffected creature that carries a strong antibody to fight back the virus? 

Well, if she adds that then, it would be hard for the princess to find it since who knows she has to travel the world to find a creature that wasn't affected. Or. . . She would just add a creature that got affected but its blood help to regain and fight the virus for its special case. She can add some special abilities for it...that would be amazing right?

Ugh, it's frustrating somehow. How on Earth would be that easy to find that creature? 

Just writing about it, makes her eyes watered. Well, writing can make her have a little amount of money. She needs a job, a proper job. It's hard giving up from what you love—writing some sort of amazing stories—but it was so stupid to keep doing it when it is useless to you when no one appreciates it.

She took the last glimpse of her work, with tired eyes and closed her laptop in shut as she begins to think about her works, realizing how lacking her experience was.

Aria looked at the clock that was already a quarter past seven, well close to 7:30 am, which is the time she must be at work. Luke should have been waiting for her now. She tapped the button of the printer and print the rest of the chapters. 

She ran hastily to the bathroom and clumsily tripped from the blankets that were strolled over the floor; causing her to fall forward and land flat on her face against the floor as she mumbled multiple curses on her way then, slammed the door. 

After several minutes, there was a knock on the door. Even though, she hardly prepared herself at the moment. Her black hair dripping wet from a newly bath. This time she hurried to the door, not wanting Luke to wait any longer. 

The door clicked, a familiar presence stepped in, revealing Luke with his MVR uniform, her partner on AZ Team. 

It was a coincidence that he lived the next door of her apartment. I'm sure that some of the readers from romance novels will be squealing like a fan school girl as if they would be meet a bad boy just right after their doors. 

And no, there was nothing special about this guy. Sweet, polite and gentlemen but nerd, when it comes into codings, and computers.

It's kind of, out of the picture as a bad type of guy. 

He was a tall, broad build with tousled charcoal hair about a height of six feet. His nose was sharp, like hawklike menacingly, with chubby cheeks. Well, his eyes. . . didn't seem normal as the others. They were large, calm and full of propitious. Their shade of green was unlikely anything she'd ever seen.

Compared to his height, she was short. Whenever she tried to pat or reach his shoulder, she had to be on her toes. Skinny and a little clumsy. There was nothing special about her.

Achathia is a kingdom coated with magic and swords. Heroic soldiers sacrificed their lives to protect the kingdom. In this land, zombies are normally seen everywhere and people dying every day in which you couldn't stop, losing the lives of their loved ones around them. Princess Aria lived her life in the lap of luxury: ruling the land by and beheading those who defied her every evening. Despite being a princess, she needs to know how to hold a sword in order to defend her family; the same as everyone else in the kingdom. Beneath an unbreakable curse cast at this land, in order to survive Princess Aria needs to find an elusive mage to unfold the curse in reverse.  

There were fire and smoke,
Blood and corpses,
People were paranoid,

Mindless zombies roam the earth -
each city, state, and street.
Countless corpses corrupt the land;
The undead, they never sleep.

To live in a world of this apocalypse,
you must learn to kill what you love,
and love what can die.

~
"This isn't for ZA for ZA readers. This is Zombie Apocalypse for a generation raised on anime, manga, and MMORPGs. And don't forget, there's an exclusive thrilling action and reincarnation as genre on this story!" 

HOW COOL IS THAT?

"This is a fun adventure tale with a mix of gruesome, horrisome horror elements about apocalypse in which civilization collapses due to swarms of zombies overwhelming social, law-enforcement, and military structures. Typically, only a few individuals or small bands of survivors are left of the living."



Warning: This book contains poorly written, unedited, and a lot of grammar mistakes. If you want a flawless, perfectly written book, this book may not be for you. If you're interested in wicked imaginary adventures, feel free to open this book!

Credits to the Sword fighter Cover Photo made by antilous.

    They couldn't take a full-body picture of Qin Guan though, because it might be too small for the audience. They discussed it and finally decided to take a photo from his knees up.

    A nude picture would be even better. Sister Xue asked Qin Guan to take off his coat and expose his abdominal muscles and V-line. She unfastened the first button of his jeans and pulled them down a little. Perfect! They would lure the audience with his sexy body. It was so cunning!

    When the photos were finished, as a sophisticated lady who had seen countless beauties, Sister Xue believed that she would have been fascinated by Qin Guan. She counted 10 bills and handed them to the photographer, who had cooperated with her gladly. "Thank you! You’re welcome back anytime."

    Once he finished the post-production, the photographer would call Sister Xue. Until then, Qin Guan could relax. A lot of affairs had come up recently, and Qin Guan had been busy as a bee. Now he could finally make some testing papers for Huang Jiajia.

    In June, Huang Jiajia would take her final examinations, and in September, when the schools opened again, she would join the army for the College Entrance Examination.

    Qin Guan had promised Huang Jiajia at the end of the Spring Festival that if her scores were improved in the General Examination, he would treat her to snacks at Carrefour. There was only about 800 yuan left in his shopping card, but hopefully it would be enough for her highness. In half a year, she had changed a lot. His courses were much easier for her than they used to be. Huang Jiajia was no longer a rebel, but a very smart lady.

    Her vigor in studying shamed Qin Guan. She had asked her mother to register for several lessons after school. As she corrected her mistakes, she had attracted the attention of her teachers at school. A hard-working student was welcome everywhere, even in a school with a low enrolment rate. As a result, the teachers had begun to focus on Huang Jiajia both in and out of class. By getting help from both sides, Huang Jiajia’s scores had been getting better and better.

    Qin Guan returned to his dormitory and worked on the papers for Huang Jiagia during his leisure time.  He would test her that weekend.

    Before the weekend, Qin Guan’s date request was turned down by Cong Nianwei once again. Irritated by his roommates’ displays of affection in the dormitory, Qin Guan took the papers and headed for Huang Jiajia's home to avoid beating his friends up.

    Qin Guan entered Huang Jiajia's home and found her sitting at the table quietly with her pen and draft paper. This will be my last chance to earn his praise. It was their last lesson before the General Examinations and the finals. It was showdown.  

    Qin Guan spread the papers on the table. "My papers include less subjects than your examination. Luckily, these courses are focusing on memory. You can work on them yourself. Today we’ll focus on the five main subjects. Let's start with Chinese." Huang Jiajia nodded eagerly and picked up the first paper. Lowering her head, she began to write quickly. Meanwhile, Qin Guan read a book beside her.

    June was drawing near, and the temperature was getting higher and higher, signalling the arrival of summer vacation. However, before the summer holidays, students had to go through the examination period.

    There was also a heated competition for the scholarship that semester. For Qin Guan, who had a balance of more than 30,000 yuan, that scholarship was still a large source of income. All that money was his reward for working hard and his capital for launching his business. As a young man, I can only gradually accumulate a limited capital.

    The leaves outside the windows rustled in the breeze as an early summer cicada sang along, joining their private celebration.

    Under the yellow lights inside the house, two figures were sitting at a table. One of them was writing swiftly while the other was reading carefully. What a peaceful time!

    When Huang Jiajia finished writing, Qin Guan looked up from his book. He corrected her papers with a red ballpoint pen as Huang Jiajia craned her neck to look, sitting on pins and needles.

    The test would reflect her level in the General Examination in a way, and the result of the General Examination would affect her chances of getting treated to snacks by Qin Guan and dating him. Actually, Huang Jiajia was over-thinking things. The General Examination would only cover the most basic knowledge points of the textbooks.

    When Qin Guan was done, Huang Jiajia was pleased by the results.
    Chinese: 98
    Math: 88
    English: 92
    Chemistry: 90
    Science: 91
    Except for Math, all her other scores were above 90. Her total score was 459, which meant that she could possibly enroll at a community college.

Huang Jiajia was really excited. Although she hadn’t passed Math, she had made great progress. She was just thinking of acting like a spoiled child and begging Qin Guan for praise, when he looked at his watch and stood up. It was not early for him, so he planned to leave. They would meet again after Huang Jiajia had taken the General Examination. 

Huang Jiajia was both angry and disappointed. Qin Guan’s mind was occupied by his courses, his part-time jobs and Cong Nianwei, so she had failed to find a way in.

    She threw her teddy bear on the floor with force. I hate him and love him at the same time! He’s such a simple-minded man, both in my reach and out of it... As Huang Jiajia thought about how she had gotten along with Qin Guan, she picked up her teddy bear again and held it in her arms.

    Unaware that he had broken her young heart, Qin Guan was riding his shabby bicycle on his way back to college. Huang Jiajia’s good scores had given him a sense of achievement that had healed the wound caused by Cong Nianwei. He parked his bike and returned to his dormitory with his books.

    All his roommates were studying inside. What cunning boys! They pretended to be at ease in the classroom, but reverted to their original status when they came back home. They were the most annoying students in the whole college. They acted relaxed before others, smiling about their high scores as they said, "It was unexpected! I was only listening to the tutor randomly. How could I have gotten such a high score?"


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Wasn't the story between the male main character, Qin Yishen, and the female main character, Lin Ruyi, the story between him and Jing Xi?
Huo Yunshen remembered something. He often saw his own little wife typing at the computer at night. Whenever he came up to her, she would mysteriously switch screens, preventing him from looking at what she had typed.
So, it turned out that she had been secretly writing their story as a novel!
What a big surprise. Huo Yunshen was so happy. To be able to become the main male character of his wife's novel was a great honor.
Now that the novel had been adapted into a screenplay by Fang Xiaocheng, did it mean that they were going to make it into a film?
Huo Yunshen suddenly remembered what Xu Xiyan had said to him before. She had said that she hoped that he could return to the screen one day.
Could it be said that… this script was tailor-made for him?
As Huo Yunshen held the script in his hands, a completely new decision came to his mind.
Xu Xiyan woke up and opened her eyes. She saw her husband and daughter accompanying her in the ward.
"What's that smell? It smells really good!"
Xu Xiyan had caught a whiff of the fragrance of food.
"Hungry? I've made delicious food."
Huo Yunshen unfolded the overbed table, then took out the food from a thermos jar and placed it in front of her.
Seeing the exquisite and delicious food made by her husband, Xu Xiyan's appetite was worked up. "Oh, my! Don't you know? These few days in the countryside, I've missed your cooking the most."
Xu Xiyan took a pair of chopsticks from him and took a big mouthful of food. She praised the food non-stop, "Mmm-mmm, good, good! This is so good! My husband's cooking is still the best."
The food was so delicious that she couldn't help but eat faster and faster. Seeing that she was gorging on the food, Huo Yunshen said to her worriedly, "Slow down, don't choke. I've made plenty."
Before he could even finish his words, Xu Xiyan had already choked and she was thumping her chest.
"See! What did I say? I told you to slow down but you did not listen!"
Huo Yunshen hastily brought her water to drink and helped thump her back at the same time. Ying Bao imitated her father and helped her mother to thump her back too.
After Xu Xiyan drank some water, Ying Bao raised her little head and asked, "Are you feeling better, Mommy?"
"Yeah, I'm okay now. I'll slow down next time."
Though that was what came out of her mouth, she automatically started to speed up eating again when she picked up her rice bowl again. She was really, really hungry!
As Ying Bao observed the way her mother was eating, she remarked, "Mommy is eating so fast, just like Auntie Three-Eyes! Whenever Uncle Tree-Leaf sees her eating like that, he would say, 'Oh! Is this a pig I'm feeding?'"
The little girl had even imitated Ye Xun's tone and movements and the two adults exploded into laughter.
With the company of her husband and daughter, Xu Xiyan was in a good mood. Before she had even stayed in the hospital for two days, she was already whining to go home.
After Huo Yunshen settled the discharge procedure for his wife, he took her out of the hospital but did not take her home straight away. Instead, he took her to a holiday resort.
He had reserved the whole resort and hosted a friends-and-family gathering. Their good friends were invited.
Tang Yichen, who had just survived a kidnapping, had come with his wife and son. Huo Yunshen's eldest sister, Huo Yijing, had also come with her husband and son.
In addition, Huo Sanyan, Ye Xun, Fang Xiaocheng, Yi Xiao, Wandou, Ni Xuelin, Mu Chenguang, Ma Haodong, and Xiao Yuqian were also there. Even Huang Guoqiang and Qi Liya had come.
The gathering this time was held to help Xu Xiyan and Tang Yichen get over their shock. It was also an opportunity to bond with friends.
After enjoying two days of leisure time here, everyone had to go back to their jobs.
Huo Yijing told Xu Xiyan that the review for Those Beautiful Bygone Days had been passed and the movie was scheduled to be fully launched in late November.
What surprised Xu Xiyan was that Huo Yijing had helped her repackage Those Beautiful Bygone Days. From the interesting behind-the-scenes, to the post-production and visual effects, everything had been improved meticulously.
…


"He is the entertainment king who is in charge of everything. Been single for years, he had zero scandal. One day, a woman and a girl turned his life upside down. 
The little cutie held him tight, not letting go. ""Handsome uncle, you look very much like the daddy I have lost for many years!"" Huo Yunshen felt depressed. “Me? Daddy?!” 
The little cutie proudly pulled her mommy over, ""Mommy, I have found a long-term meal ticket for you, handsome and gullible."" 
Xu Xiyan smiled at the elegant man. 
Recalling the accident five years ago, his face sank. ""How dare you steal my DNA?"" 
She laughed. ""Not steal, just borrow!"" The man took her in his arms and warned in a dangerous tone, ""Woman, should I get what’s mine back, with interest?"" 
She stood on her toes. ""Yeah, how about another baby?"""


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