Causing immediate excitement among Mrs. Bennet and her five daughters, Mr. Bingley, a wealthy young gentleman, has rented a nearby country estate, Netherfield. He arrives in town accompanied by his fashionable sister and his good friend, Mr. Darcy. While Bingley is well-received in the community, Darcy begins his acquaintance with smug condescension and proud distaste for all the “country” people. Bingley and Jane Bennet begin to grow close despite Mrs. Bennet’s embarrassing interference and the opposition of Bingley’s sister, who considers Jane socially inferior. Elizabeth is stung by Darcy’s haughty rejection of her at a local dance and decides to match his coldness with her own wit.

Elizabeth begins a friendship with Mr. Wickham, a militia officer who has a history with Darcy. Wickham claims that Darcy seriously mistreated him. Elizabeth immediately seizes upon this information as another reason to hate Darcy. Ironically, but unbeknownst to her, Darcy finds himself gradually drawn to Elizabeth.
Just as Bingley appears to be on the point of proposing marriage to Jane, he moves away from Netherfield, leaving Jane confused and upset. Elizabeth is convinced that Bingley’s sister has conspired with Darcy to separate Jane and Bingley.

Mr. Collins, a distant relative of the Bennets, makes an unexpected visit. He is a recently ordained clergyman employed by the wealthy Lady Catherine de Bourgh. On his way to visit his patron, Collins makes a visit, intending to find a wife from among the Bennet sisters. At first, he pursues Jane; however, when Mrs. Bennet mentions she is involved with Mr. Bingley, he turns to Elizabeth. He soon proposes marriage to Elizabeth, who refuses him, much to her mother’s distress. Collins quickly recovers and proposes to Elizabeth’s close friend, Charlotte Lucas, who immediately accepts him. Their marriage takes place soon after.

In the spring, Elizabeth joins Charlotte and Mr. Collins at his parish in Kent. The parish is adjacent to Rosings Park, the grand manor of Mr. Darcy’s aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, where Elizabeth is frequently invited. While calling on Lady Catherine, Mr. Darcy encounters Elizabeth. She discovers from Darcy’s cousin that it was he who separated Bingley and Jane, as she suspected. Soon after, Darcy admits his love of Elizabeth and proposes to her. Elizabeth refuses him. When he asks why she should refuse him, she confronts him with his sabotage of Bingley’s relationship with Jane and his history with Wickham. Darcy responds with a long letter justifying his actions.

Thus, everything is set up to bring to conclusion the various love affairs—happily, or perhaps unhappily. Whatever the various resolutions, Darcy, Bingley, Jane, Elizabeth, as well as others, will need to overcome their pride and prejudices if they are to find love in the midst of these uncertain and complex relationships.

Mencintai seseorang membutuhkan pengorbanan, kepercayaan, ketulusan dan nalar yang bekerja- sebagaimana pesan ini disampaikan penulis secara tersirat dalam karyanya.

Pride and prejudice sarat akan nilai dan norma sosial khas abad 19, yang menjadikan novel ini dapat dibaca oleh semua kalangan. Pedoman yang bagus pula untuk kaulah muda yang sedang dimabuk cinta! 

Pride and prejudice karya jane austen

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This an adaptation of Austen's most famous novel, the unforgettable story of Elizabeth Bennet and Darcy. Set in a fantasy world of dungeons and magical power.
Few have failed to be charmed by the witty and independent spirit of Elizabeth Bennet in classic Pride and Prejudice. Now, this new twist on the tale gives a fantasy tone to the story.
This is the first part of the adaptation of the book. It is set in the Dawn of Adventure: The Dungeon Master's Quests: Journey into Glory (A LitRPG Series).

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Not long after the embarrassing incident earlier, both Sakura and Ken proceeded with constructing their PowerPoint presentation in Ken's MacBook. Sakura still needs to work hard in the cafe if she also wants to purchase a laptop of her own.

"Here it is, the definition of the quadratic equation," Sakura pointed a page to Ken in which the latter leaned his head a bit to look closely before typing it all down on his laptop.

It was at that exact moment that Sakura felt her heart beating so hard that she thought she was having a mini-earthquake inside of her. She could also feel her hands shaking a bit as well.

That's why Sakura quickly looked away before the guy could notice that she was staring at him.

Following that, Ken also started writing down sample equations from the book so that they could show the whole class how to answer them next Tuesday.

They went on like this in the next couple of minutes until they were able to finish the whole PowerPoint presentation and Ken is now in the process of proofreading every slide to see if there are typos or misspelled terms that they missed to see earlier. So far, there were none 

On the other hand, Sakura sneaked a glance at her wristwatch and was happy to see that there is still time for her for leisure reading before she goes off to work. 

Looking back at Ken, she asked, "Are we done here yet?"

Ken was still typing a few words on the laptop before he clicked the period button and tilted his head to his right to look at the girl seated beside him.

"Yeah, I think we are done here," he replied.

Sakura beamed. "Great! Then you can leave now while I find a fiction book to immerse myself with."

After that, she stood from her seat without waiting for Ken to respond and simply walked away to the shelf where the fiction books are neatly arranged in alphabetical order.

Sakura was then filled with excitement once she saw that the shelves were filled with literary classics like The Great Gatsby, Pride and Prejudice, To Kill A Mockingbird, and many other great books that she wasn't able to purchase!

Seeing the bookshelf filled with these kinds of books truly ignites her introverted heart!

Sakura then starts selecting what to read but later finds herself having a hard time deciding what to read first. Oh, this is truly a troublesome experience for a bookworm, you see!

 Having debated for a few minutes which classic to read first, she then chose The Great Gatsby and collected other classics that she didn't pick to be borrowed later for her to read in her apartment along with this one.

Sakura was already on her way to the counter to borrow these great books when she also happened to go past Ken, who is currently choosing books to read as well.

"Oh, I thought you already left," Sakura pointed out, and eyes the guy sliding his fingers at the books placed on the third row.

"Just wanted to check for some books to read here," Ken said casually with his eyes still fixed on the books.

Sakura shrugged, "Oh, okay then. Happy reading." before turning on her shoes towards the library counter to secure a borrow slip for all the books she planned to read at home.

It only took her less than a minute before her books got approved for take home before she occupied a vacant table nearest to her and sat down to start reading.

In under an hour, Sakura read almost a fourth of The Great Gatsby 

She was so immersed in it that she didn't feel Mori Ken took the seat on her right and also began reading one of Anne Rice's literary works, The Feast Of All Saints.

It was not later than a minute that Sakura turned to the next page when she finally noticed the guy sitting next to her that she forgot what she was reading for a brief moment. She was at loss for words as she witnessed Ken so immersed with his book. Every flick of those pages with his slender fingers and every blink of his eyes makes the girl's lips part in awe.

Truly, she hasn't seen any man who is as sexy as that just by merely reading alone.

Wait, did she just think Mori Ken was sexy? She must be insane for thinking like that!

Sakura, knowing that she would lose focus with this man next to her, stood up from her seat in frustration, causing Ken to turn away from the book he was reading to look at the girl who just stood up beside him.

Sakura stormed off from here without hesitation and ran to the door, hoping to get out of here and away from Mori Ken as soon as possible before her mind is totally corrupted by thinking ridiculous thoughts.

Forget about leisure reading. I'm going to finish all of these at my apartment after work!
***

Sakura might indeed be successful in avoiding Ken's enchanting presence at that time, but a few hours later at work, she finds herself face-to-face with him once more when he enters the cafe's door.

"W-welcome home, master," Sakura welcomed him amiably, but also felt a cold sweat roll down her back for seeing him not long after ditching him at the library earlier.

Sakura, it's not like he knows it's you he's facing right now!

Just like the usual thing she does, Sakura would lead Ken to his seat and write his order right away. Then she would dash inside the kitchen to relay his order to the cooks to prepare his food. 

Once his food is done, Sakura would pick it up from the counter and start turning on her shoes right away to go back to his table as quickly as possible. 

When she went to his table to serve his order, she caught sight of him sitting with his book from earlier, and she was once again charmed by his dashing introverted presence...

She is that masked maid he keeps seeing at the cafe whenever he needs someone to talk to, and he is that anonymous online friend of hers that constantly makes her smile whenever she's feeling down.

But what happens when these two keep crossing paths with one another at school without knowing about each other's secrets that lie beneath their sleeves?

Join Hayashi Sakura and Mori Ken in this romance-comedy novel that will make you realize that love may be as hard as others were saying for introverts like them.

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"In answer to your earlier question, no, I don't think it would be completely crazy."
J.D. glanced over at Tyler. All joking aside, they had been best friends since grade school and normally he put more weight in Tyler's opinions than pretty much anyone else's. But things had changed in the past couple of hours.
"It's not that simple anymore," he said. "Actually, it wasn't simple before, and now it's even less so."
"Why? Because of Chase?" Tyler asked.
"In part because of Chase. It certainly suggests I misinterpreted things."
"You don't know jack-shit about their relationship. Who knows how long they've been dating? Or whether she's even into him? Chase might be nice, but I don't see Payton with him for the long haul."
"It's also quite possible she still detests me."
Tyler dismissed this with a wave. "You're going to let a thing like that stop you?"
"I was thinking intense despisement might be an obstacle in pursuing her, yes."
"No, see, that's what makes it all the more interesting," Tyler said. He adopted a grandly dramatic tone. " 'Does our fair Ms. Kendall truly loathe the arrogant Mr. Jameson as she so ardently proclaims, or is it all just a charade to cover more amorous feelings for a man she reluctantly admires? ' "
Up front, the cabdriver snorted loudly. He appeared to be enjoying the show.
"Psych 101 again?" J.D. asked.
Tyler shook his head. "Lit 305: Eighteenth-Century Women's Fiction." He caught J.D.'s look and quickly defended himself. "What? I took it because of the girls in the class. Anyway, I see a bit of a P and P dynamic going on between you and Payton."
J.D. didn't think he wanted to know. Really. But he asked anyway. "P and P?"
Tyler shot him a look, appalled. "Uh, hello—Pride and Prejudice?" His tone said only a cretin wouldn't know this.
"Oh right, P and P," J.D. said. "You know, Tyler, you might want to pick up your balls—I think they just fell right off when you said that."
Up front, the cabdriver let out a good snicker.
Tyler shook his head. "Laugh if you want, but let me tell you something: women go crazy for that book. And even crazier for men who have read it. If I plan to bring a girl back to my place, I might just so happen to leave a copy of it sitting out on my coffee table and, let's just say, hijinks frequently ensue. And you know what? It's not a bad bit of storytelling. I like to put on a nice pot of Earl Grey tea, maybe a slice of almond biscotti, and—yeah, that's fine, keep right on laughing, buddy, but I bet I've gotten laid more recently than you."
"Hey—not that I'm not thoroughly amused at the thought of your little tea cozy and you wrapped up in a blanket reading your book—"
"I didn't say there was a blanket." Tyler paused. "Fine. Sometimes there may be a blanket."
"—but my question is, were you going anywhere with this, or is it just some sort of weird sharing moment?"
Tyler had to think. "Where was I going with this . . . ?" He snapped his fingers. "Oh, yeah—Pride and Prejudice. Women and the whole Darcy complex. For Payton, that's you."
"I thought Darcy was the ass**le."
Tyler smiled fondly. "You know, he really kind of is."
"Great pep talk, Tyler. Thanks."
"But he doesn't stay the ass**le," Tyler said. "See, you just don't understand women the way I do, J.D. They want it all: a career, apple martinis, financial independence, great shoes; but at the same time—and this they'll never admit—they are drawn to patriarchal men who are dominant and controlling. That's the essence of the Darcy complex. He may be an ass**le, but he's an ass**le that gets the girl in the end."
J.D. rolled his eyes. This entire conversation was just so ridiculous.
But still.
"And how does he accomplish that?" he asked.
"Oh, it gets a little complicated," Tyler said. "See, Lizzie has this troublesome younger sister who runs off with the guy she originally thought she liked—wait, back up—to really understand, I should start with the visit to Pemberley, because it actually starts with the aunt and uncle, see—her uncle loves to fish and Darcy asks—"
J.D. held up his hand, very, very sorry he asked. "The short version please. We're already at your stop."
Tyler looked out the window and saw that the cab had indeed pulled up in front of his building. He turned back to J.D. "Okay. The short version, the very short version: he gets the girl by being nice to her."
J.D. waited. "That's it? He's nice to her? That's so . . . lame."
"Look, if you want to win Payton over—"
J.D. stopped him right there. "Hey, we're only speaking in hypotheticals, okay? I haven't decided that I want to win anyone over."
"Oh. Then my advice is that you should start there. Figure out what you want." With that, Tyler got out of the cab and darted through the rain into his building.
Great. Thanks for the help. J.D. gave the cabdriver his address. He stared out the window as the taxi made its way the six blocks to his building. When they arrived, J.D. reached through the divider and handed the cabdriver a twenty and told him to keep the change. The driver turned around. "Hey—your friend back there was giving you some pretty strange advice." Around fortyish and wearing a ragged flannel shirt and a Sox cap that had seen far better days, the guy had one of the thickest Chicago accents J.D. had ever heard. "He seemed a little off the wall, if you know what I mean. I don't think I'd listen to him if I were you."
J.D. grinned. "I'll take that under advisement." He opened the door to the cab and stepped out.
"Because everybody knows that Darcy doesn't win Lizzie over just by being nice."
J.D. stopped. He looked back over his shoulder.
The driver rested his arm on the divider. His rolled-up sleeve revealed a tattoo of a black scorpion that covered his entire forearm. "See, it's all about the Grand Gesture. That's how you get the girl."
"Thank you," J.D. managed to say.
The driver shrugged. "No prob-lem. Frankly, it sounded like you could use all the help you can get."
He put the cab into gear.
"And listen—tell your friend to try English Breakfast next time. It's a little more robust. Earl Grey is really more of a Sense and Sensibility kind of tea."
AT HOME LATER that night, after J.D. had done the final checks for the evening of his email and work voice mail and cell phone voice mail and home voice mail and was satisfied that there were no work matters that required his immediate attention, he thought about Tyler's advice. Figure out what you want. And it was then that J.D. realized.
He didn't know.
As he had told Tyler, things weren't that simple. Chase did complicate things. Of course he did. Maybe Payton really liked him. J.D. could see the two of them together—with all they had in common, they just seemed to make sense.
Tyler had been dismissive of this, and maybe to him Chase and every other obstacle just made the whole Payton issue a better intrigue, but then again, Tyler wasn't up for partner that year. Tyler also wasn't competing with Payton for only one partnership spot. And Tyler certainly didn't have the history he had with Payton. Eight years of history.
It was a long time. It struck J.D. then, that he had become so swept up in beating Payton that he hadn't directed his anger where he should have: at the firm. They were the ones who had put him and Payton in this position. Making partner was never a guarantee, but after all his hard work he deserved better. She deserved better.
But what bothered J.D. most was not the unfairness of the firm's decision. Rather, it was the fact that when he looked back on the past eight years, he wasn't necessarily proud of his own behavior. He had regrets, and there were things he wished he could go back and do differently. There was that one thing in particular that even Tyler didn't know about . . .
Figure out what you want.
J.D. knew that he wanted to scrap the past. To start over. For the next fourteen days at least, he wanted to do things right. If he couldn't change the fact that things had to come to an end with Payton, he could at least change the way they ended.
It wasn't much, J.D. realized, and it certainly didn't answer all the lingering questions.
But it was a start.
EARLY THE NEXT morning, Payton rushed around her office, packing up her trial briefcase. Yes, now she wished she had packed it the night before, but her mother had taken a late flight out and Payton hadn't seen the need to make a special trip into the office at midnight. A good trial attorney should be prepared for anything, she knew, and that's why she always built in extra time, particularly since she took the "L" to work. Ah, those little tricksters at the Chicago Transit Authority, she could always count on them to keep things spicy. Because, really, who didn't want to spend an extra fifty-five minutes in the packed, hot, smelly car of a train that inexplicably moved only three miles an hour the entire trip downtown? That was fun stuff.
Payton grabbed the case files she had reviewed over the weekend and stuffed them into the large, boxy trial briefcase that weighed nearly a ton. She hoped Brandon would show up soon so she could pawn the thing off onto him—after all, wasn't that what junior associates, and men, were for?
Payton heard a knock on her door and looked up. Instead of Brandon, she saw J.D. standing in the doorway. He was armed with a Starbucks cup.
Blimey.
"I noticed that you seem to be running late," he said. "I didn't think you'd have time to grab this on your way to court. Grande sugar-free vanilla latte, right?" he asked, gesturing to the coffee. "I've heard you say it to Irma a few times," he added quickly.
He held the cup out to her.
Payton looked at it, then back at J.D. It was a trap, it had to be. She remained where she stood.
The corners of J.D.'s mouth curled up. "No, I don't plan to throw it at you."
Payton smiled. Ha-ha. Throw it at her? As if that had ever crossed her mind.
"That's not what I was thinking," she assured him as she walked over and took the cup. He certainly was taking their truce seriously, she thought. How sweet.
She subtly sniffed the coffee for poison.
J.D. smiled again. "And no, I didn't put anything in it."
Payton took a sip of the latte.
J.D. winked. "Nothing that can be detected by its smell, anyway."
Payton stopped, mid-swallow, and held the liquid in her mouth. He was kidding, of course. Payton smiled and shook a finger to let him know she was in on the joke. Ah, J.D. you funny guy, you. She looked around her office. Seriously, why was there never a spittoon around when you needed one?

Payton Kendall and J.D. Jameson are lawyers who know the meaning of objection. A feminist to the bone, Payton has fought hard to succeed in a profession dominated by men. Born wealthy, privileged, and cocky, J.D. has fought hard to ignore her. Face-to-face, they're perfectly civil. They have to be. For eight years they have kept a safe distance and tolerated each other as coworkers for one reason: to make partner at the firm.
...There are no rules.
But all bets are off when they're asked to join forces on a major case. Though apprehensive at first, they begin to appreciate each other's dedication to the law—and the sparks between them quickly turn into attraction. But the increasingly hot connection does not last long when they discover that only one of them will be named partner. Now it's an all-out war. And the battle between the sexes is bound to make these lawyers hot under the collar...

Hi~~ I'm RisqueCat and I love writing, so I wanted to write a novel of my own in this genre. BL. Boys Love! Although the novel will have the elements of that, it will also be full of plot that is not romantically connected to the characters. 
I hope that people can read this work of FICTION without prejudice and discrimination against LGBTQAI+ community. 
Thanks for reading and I hope we see each other often! Expect the first chapter in about an hour. 

Chapters will be daily for the time being.

A useless, justice-seeking Mage x A wild necromancer Dragon Rider?

More than a thousand years ago, Sun became visible again, and Dragon Riders along with Mages came into existence. Everyone celebrated, but more than a thousand years later...
Dragon Riders are near extinct, no natural talents have appeared in the last 200 hundred years. The Dragon Riders have stooped low to start taking Dragons' horns so that they could feel the call of the wind again.

Mages are laughing at this, not paying attention. It doesn't concern them, they say. No one notices the decay of humanity and magic.

In a land full of valleys, one child lives in harmony with dragons. He is a Dragon Rider. And he wields magic. This is something never seen before. 

No one knows yet.

When the statue falls, the world will turn upside down.


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His love nourished her body and soul. The process of recovery was more cruel than what she had ever read in fiction. For Yang Xinyu, it was a pain he endured every hour, an every hour battle where he could not afford to lose hope. 

Wu Lina saw the novel 'Pride and Prejudice' on the bedside table. "Were you reading that?" 

He nodded. 

"Did you like it?"

"I love it. I love you."

She looked up at him and saw the pain in his eyes. Bringing her hand to his face, she said, "Don't be so worried. I am fine."

He hugged her tighter. "My world stopped, Wu Lina, when I saw you lying unconscious here. I can't forgive myself for putting you in this situation. I could never imagine mother would pull this act. She was never this vicious. I am sorry, baby," he said softly. 

She stroked his hair and then brought her finger to his lips to say, 'Shush…" and went back to his warm chest, her home. 

They stayed like that for a long time without speaking anything until Wu Lina felt tired. He left her and propped up the pillows for her to make her as comfortable as possible. 

"Go and shave," she laughed faintly. "I want my handsome looking boyfriend back." 

Smiling at her, he stood up and placed a call to the driver to bring some fresh clothes for him. 

Although Wu Lina was weak, Yang Xinyu felt strengthened. It was as if the gods granted him a second life. 

The driver came half an hour later with a pair of fresh clothes. 

When Yang Xinyu came out of the shower, he looked his usual stunning self. He saw that Wu Lina had fallen asleep so without disturbing her, he tiptoed out of the room only to find the Chairman walking down towards their room. 

"Father…" 

"I must speak with both of you," said the Chairman in an urgent tone, turning the doorknob and walking inside the room. 

He saw that Wu Lina was sleeping. Yang Xinyu, who was a bit hesitant, followed him inside, walked up to Wu Lina and shook her lightly on shoulders. She woke up instantly to see that the Chairman was standing next to Yang Xinyu. She sat up immediately with the help from Xinyu. 

"How are you feeling, dear child?" asked the Chairman kindly. 

Her trademark faint smile appeared on her face, "I am fine, uncle." She was grateful that he visited her in the hospital. 

The Chairman nodded slightly, and without wasting time he said, "I want you both to be engaged by next week." 

Wu Lina and Yang Xinyu's expressions were priceless. There was a moment of surprise, followed by shock and then there was silence. Words left them. Staring at the Chairman who was getting nervous in anticipation, they fell silent. "Did you lose your voices? Respond!" he said it loudly. 

Wu Lina's lips refused to move. She had been dreaming about this moment from a long time, yet when it was there, she couldn't speak a word. 

The Chairman pointed a finger at Yang Xinyu who was all smiles, "Fine, don't speak. Just be engaged by next week and we'll hold the wedding a week after that. So tell me, did you still want The Eight Stefaltos for your wedding? Because I got them!" he inquired. 

The Eight Stefaltos was a band Yang Xinyu had listened to in high school and expressed a desire to have at his wedding in the future. To think his father would remember such an insignificant detail, Yang Xinyu was truly stumped.

Yang Xinyu looked at Wu Lina's surprised face and laughed before walking over to his father and embracing him. "Yes, father!" 

Wu Lina searched her mind to say something reasonable, "Uncle is the best!" 

The Chairman pulled his son away and looked at Wu Lina. "What's this uncle nonsense? Call me father," ordered the Chairman while giving her a sad frown. 

"Father is great!" she managed to say before breaking into a lovely grin. 

"Wait, how did upgrading from 'uncle' to 'father' downgrade the 'best' to 'great'?" One side of his frown tilted upwards in confusion. 

Wu Lina chuckled at his question. "I have a father, too, after all!" The Chairman smiled at Wu Lina's response. 

"Good girl!" 

The Chairman dug into his pocket and extracted a red packet for her. Handing it over to her, he said warmly, "I heartily welcome you into my family, Wu Lina."

Wu Lina nodded excitedly while Yang Xinyu looked at his father benevolently. 

The Chairman was super excited. He had so many things on agenda now that Yang Xinyu couldn't leave Wu Lina's side. "Okay, Yang Xinyu, you don't have to worry about the preparations. The engagement will be held at the old family house. I want both of you to dress up and come there to get engaged.

I have called also Yang Chen Lin and Sebastian. Although they're already engaged, as Sebastian couldn't wait, I still called them to announce the relationship," said the Chairman in one breath. Seeing that both of their faces were beaming with joy, he smiled. He turned to leave but stopped in tracks. "Oh! One more thing – don't worry about your mother. I am shipping her off to an unknown island," he chuckled, leaving the audience with a gaping mouth, and strolled out of the room leisurely.  

When Yang Xinyu and Wu Lina were left alone, he asked her while sitting near her, "Do I make you happy?" 

"More than happy," she replied, knowing that it was a corny question. 

He became eager to ask more. "What did you think of me when you first saw me?" 

Wu Lina smirked. This guy was on a cheesy corny trail today! "I thought you are a dumb guy," she said biting her lower lip. "I wish I would have loved someone else."

Yang Xinyu narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you wish to die?" 

"What? Is that how you speak to your future wife? I will call the Chairman and let him know!" 

"You better listen to all my commands from now on Wu Lina, and be a good wife," he said, trying to show that he owned her. 

"Nah… I'll just go and have fun with all my friends now that you are already mine," she said, teasing him further, now breaking into laughter. 

Yang Xinyu was peeved. He caught her in his arms tightly and said, "And you are mine and all your fun belongs to me!" 

"If this is your idea of romance, then I agree," she replied with a smile looking at him affectionately enjoying his possessiveness. 

"Do you remember the first time I kissed you?" asked Yang Xinyu.

A previous affair had left him devastated. 

“I told no woman is allowed in my room!” he snatched the papers from her hands and hurled them in the air. “Leave this room! Now!” His resentment was clearly showing, he was furious, as he became breathless. 

Cold and aloof, with distressingly good looks, Yang Xinyu was the most eligible bachelor of City H. The magazines also labeled him as the most handsome demon king devoid of any emotions who was only interested in making money. Being a CEO of a multi-billion software company, he could have girlfriends at the drop of a hat. 

But after a chance event he was drawn to the pert and beautiful youth of Wu Lina. Was this love or madness to possess her, cage her? 

A brilliant and demure girl, Wu Lina was tied into a lifetime of sorrows and pain with two extremely binding contracts. 

Can Yang Xinyu and Wu Lina be happy together? 

***

He came and stood in front of her and pulled her chin up with one hand. His other hand snaked her tiny waist to pull her closer to him. He pressed her hard as if trying to merge her into his body. 

“You know how I yearn for you…” he kissed her lightly on her lips. “Please Lina…” he continued brushing against her lips. 

Her eyes became misty. She tried her best not to show her weakness to him but tears came unbridled.

***

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"Come in!" Joowon exclaimed, ushering Jinhyun and Cherry to enter. They stepped into a lavish vanity room. It was the largest one allotted to a star and Joowon clearly made himself at home. It was more of a mini living room with a set of comfortable couches around a coffee table. 
A book shelf lay next to it consisting of a mixture of non-fiction books and old classics like Gone With the Wind, 1984, Pride & Prejudice and many more. An aroma of natural flowers was in the air as several potted plants were placed all around the room. A small mini refrigerator stood in a corner. There was a touch of homeliness in the decor. The makeup corner not only held different products but also a series of pictures of a couple. The man in the pictures was Kim Joowon and the other one was-
"That's Jung Jiyeon," he said, noticing that Cherry was staring at the pictures. "My wife."
"You're married?" Jinhyun asked in astonishment. 
"For over a year," he sighed. "My grandfather ordered us to get married soon after my debut."
Jinhyun was surprised. From the rumours, he always perceived Joowon to be a flirt and a ladies' man. He never heard any news about his marriage nor of his wife. Yet, here he was, talking freely about his marital status.
"You were forced into it?" Cherry guessed.
"Well, if you put it that way then yes," Joowon shrugged. "You guys want beer? I have some in my fridge."
"Sure," Jinhyun said while Cherry nodded. Joowon took out a couple of beer bottles and handed one to each of them. 
"Cheers to new friends," he said, raising a toast. Jinhyun and Cherry clanked their bottles and drank.
"Why didn't you tell the media that you're married?" Cherry asked curiously.
"My manager told me not to," Joowon replied. "In case it ruins my image as a leading man. You know how the entertainment business is."
"Yet, you seem to be with a different girl every night," Jinhyun muttered.
"I beg your pardon?" Joowon asked.
"Nothing!" Jinhyun said at once. Cherry, who heard his words, reproached him with a frown. 
"Doesn't it bother your wife though?" Cherry asked. "So many women flock around you. I'm sure it hurts her."
Joowon smiled and picked up one of the pictures from his table. Jiyeon was flashing a rare smile at the camera. Her shy demeanor exuded from the photo. She was a pretty woman with a round face and large hazel eyes. Her burgundy hair reached till her knees, looking extremely shiny in the picture. They were at a beach, trying to enjoy a single day of peace. It had taken her a lot of courage to go outside that day but he managed to bring her out of her shell and to her surprise, she actually had fun there.
"Hard to tell," he chuckled. "She doesn't say anything."
Jinhyun frowned. Which wife would be silent on her husband's supposed affairs? Even Cherry was confused by his words. 
"It's okay oppa," Cherry said, making Jinhyun mildly irritated. Every time he heard her call Joowon oppa, he wanted to scowl at the object of his envy. "I'm sure she trusts you."
Joowon nodded but was staring at the picture, a sadness dawning upon his handsome face. He did not seem like a person who was forced into a marriage of convenience. Jinhyun was puzzled by his behavior. Was he in love with his wife? Then why was he so sad and reminiscent?
He was about to ask more about his wife when his phone rang up. It was an investor. 
"Excuse me," he said, picking up the phone. The signal inside the room was bad so he had to head outside until he reached a place where he could hear clearly. Cherry was left alone with Joowon in the room. She was staring at Jinhyun's retreating back when Joowon's voice broke through her reverie.
"You're in love with him," he said. It was not a question but a statement.
"Huh?" Cherry asked, feigning a scoff. "I'm not! He's just an annoying colleague who keeps on barging into my life unannounced."
"So he loves you too," Joowon noted.
"What do you mean by 'too'?"
"Oh come on Ms. Wang," Joowon snickered, taking a sip of his beer. "I can tell when people are in love. I may be an actor but I'm very observant. And as an ex-playboy, I can assure you, I've seen plenty of fickle emotions. But the way Jinhyun was glaring at me today, if he had his way, he'd have burnt me down with his glares alone."
He let out a hearty laughter remembering Jinhyun's expression every time Cherry called Joowon 'oppa'. 
"He's just an idiot," Cherry shrugged, trying to be casual. "These are temporary feelings which will fade."
"I doubt it," Joowon said. "His ones won't fade. Nor will yours."
"I'm not in-"
Just then the door opened. A petite young woman in her late twenties walked in. She was holding a lunch box and stood by the door, too shy to come in further. Upon seeing Cherry, the woman got rooted to her spot, fidgeting nervously. Cherry recognized her. It was Jung Jiyeon, Joowon's wife.
Instantly, Joowon was by his wife's side, pleasantly surprised by the fact that she came all the way to his shooting spot.
"Are you alright?" he asked, feeling concerned. "Did someone see you coming in?"
She shook her head. He held her hand and guided her in. Jiyeon looked a little nervous by Cherry's presence, not looking her in the eye. She seemed almost...scared.
"Don't worry," Joowon consoled her. "Ms. Wang is Cherry Pie Cosmetics' CEO. You like her products. Remember the scent I got you last month?"
Jiyeon's eyes widened and she finally glanced at Cherry, a hint of excitement crept up on her face. She held up her hand and waved at her. Cherry was a little confused over her silence. Jiyeon put the lunchbox on a table and took out a notebook and pen from the bag she was carrying over her shoulder. Cherry watched as she scribbled on it.
Jiyeon turned the notebook. On it she wrote, "Hello! I'm Jung Jiyeon! Nice to meet you Ms. Wang!"
That was when it hit Cherry. Jiyeon was mute.


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"The fates will curse you to a life of hell."

She stared those loathsome eyes. Her very being screamed from inside. Her hate knew no bounds. And yet...and yet...why was he looking at her like that? Why did he not hate her? Why was there sadness in his eyes? Why?

"I'd rather take a million years in hell!" she spat out. "Yes...I did it. I killed your most precious person."

She flashed a manic smile. "You'll suffer for the rest of your life...Emperor. And nothing makes me happier..."

Her mad laughter echoed throughout the palace, etching a bone chilling fear into the hearts of everyone who was present that day.

The evil Empress had fallen.

.....

Wang Shina was shunned and exiled from her palace by her husband, Emperor Kang, and his concubine for an unforgivable crime. Evil, manipulative and cunning, Wang Shina only knows one thing: hatred. And she wasted no time in admitting her guilt.

After committing the horrendous crime to oust her husband from power, she was cursed by the kingdom's most powerful shaman: she will have to live as an old woman by the day and will change back to her real appearance during the night. And she will keep on living this cursed life for years until she finishes the task of changing the fates of 500 couples over the years.

Now, almost centuries later, Wang Shina goes by the name Cherry and is out to complete her mission after which, she can die in peace. Finally on her last mission, Wang Shina receives the last couple's names whose fates she will rewrite.

Enter Shin Jinhyun, a popular idol and the country's Idol King who is fated to be with Sung Yoona as per Wang Shina's task. But fate plays a cruel joke as Jinhyun and Yoona turn out to be the reincarnations of Cherry's ex-husband and his mistress. 

And furthermore, Jinhyun's heart has room for only one girl: the lady in red, Wang Shina.

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It was the year 2046. In the distant and faraway planet or Yr lived a lonely alien named Ickapoo. It had no friends as all its species had been vanquished from a meteor storm. In its solitude and misery it pined for a companion.
Yr was a bare and inhospitable planet. With winds blowing at 150 km an hour, it was virtually impossible to see past the blizzard and storm. Ickapoo yearned for friends and company. Many a time he fiddled with his transistor radio, sending out messages and hoping for a response. He sent fire launchers and rockets into space, hoping that some space traveler would find out about his existence. Ickapoo was an alienated alien. In the same way humans wondered whether we were the only species to inhabit the universe, Ickapoo felt estranged and isolated from the rest of the cosmos.  Join Ickapoo on his escapades across galaxies and worlds in search of company.
Ickapoo the lonely Alien, 2046 is created by Chung Chin-Yi , an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

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"THAT DAY, OUR HEARTS BLOOM"


This book is a work of fiction. The characters, other places and scenarios that involved and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 
This was my first story inspired by "Love with Flaws" a Korean romantic comedy drama about a woman who hates men with pretty faces and how the people with flaws get over their prejudice. 
This story tackles some social issues, Including discrimination and judgment between gender. It has also some scenes including bullying and harassment that does not suitable for very young ages. The author has no bad intention to the LGBTQ community or to harm their feelings and their personality. The author will be responsible if certain situations or guidelines are violated.


In this book, I acknowledge the presence of my friends, family, and love ones for continuing to support me in this story. I am looking forward to the support and love from the beginning and to the end of this story. If you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review or recommending it to a friend.


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