Calvin was in a dark place after his mother last away. His father was in a bad spot to but didn’t necessarily show it.



"You look so adorable Maya." said Zach and hugged me again. And as Zach hugged me Noah gave me a weird look. 

"Even you look dam nice Zach." I said. 

"Well come with me for a second." Noah pulled my hand. 

"What Noah?" I said. 

"Just come with me." he said. 

"I'll be back guys." I said. 

"What's up with them?" Zach asked. 

"Just a new couple sought of things." said Anna. 

Noah bought me out of the house and my whole body shivered as it was too cold and I wasn't even wearing a full dress. 

"Why did you bring me out Noah? It's so freaking cold." 

"Because I wanted to." 

"Let's go inside please, I'm really cold." 

"Wait a sec." 

He took out a little box from his pocket and he opened it, there a ring which was way too beautiful and it was quite familiar. 

"Noah I can't take it. I remember this ring, I saved it in my shopping cart but I didn't bought it as it was way more expensive than the iPhone." 

"But you like it right?" 

"I love it but I really can't it's just too expensive." 

"Just give me your hand." 

He takes my hand slides the ring into my finger. It was so pretty I went up on my toes and kissed Noah. 

"Thanks a lot for this Noah. I didn't even got you anything that great." 

"What about the fitbit. And of course I got you yourself as my Christmas gift just take this ring as my commitment." 

"Well you already have it." I said and he kissed me again. 

"I think we need to get inside. Your body is chilled out." 

"Yeah. My skins feeling numb." 

We went inside and everyone was sitting together and talking as usual. 

"Where were you guys?" asked Maverick. 

"We were just outside." I said. 

"That ring in your hand is so pretty. When did you bought it because you never showed it to me?" asked Anna. 

"Well Noah just gave it to me." I blushed. 

"Aww.. That's so sweet of him. You know both of you are meant to be together like just look at your faces, I've never seen both of them so happy ." said Anna. 

"I think now we all should go cut the cake and have a Christmas dinner." said Steve. 

We all sang the Christmas song and cutted the cake. We all had the dinner and it was cooked really well and I was really proud of both my boyfriend and one of my best friend. 

"Guys both of you have done a great job. All of it is really delicious." I said. 

"Well thanks a lot." said Steve. 

Noah just looked at me and smiled. He was holding one of my hand and he just pressed it hard and I know that he knows that I love whatever he did. 

I was eating the turkey and I couldn't cut it because it's not really possible with one hand. I tried to free my hand from his grip but he didn't let me. 

"Noah I'm hungry. Leave my hand please." I whispered to him. 

"Well I'll cut it for you." he smirked. 

"It's not funny." I chuckled. 

"Then why are you laughing." he said and left my hand. 

"Well Anna what's next?" said Amelia. 

"So guys I really thought a lot, like what should we play that we can have fun but then I thought that we should do something that it will make our Christmas even more better. So as we all have a lot of things that we often feel like that we want the other one to know but we never say it so we're write it anonymously but we're gonna pick up the chits and we'll only write for the person whose name we've got." Anna explained all of it and we all were quite eager to do it as we've heard of it but we've never done it so it's gonna be interesting. 

We all picked up our chits I got Amelia's name and I don't know about others. 

I wrote about our friendship and the hurdles we had but in the end we are still standing by each other. I wrote all the positive things because as it is I've already overcome from everything that happened between us and now I'm thankful that it happened as I've got Noah. 

So after we all were done I got the letter that someone wrote. It was not a paragraph or something like that but it was a poem and it was beautiful. I said: 

Oh, the comfort 

the inexpressible comfort of feelings 

safe with a person; 

Having neither to weigh thoughts nor 

Measure words, 

But to pour them all out, 

Just as they are, 

Chaff and grain together, 

Knowing that a faithful hand will take 

And shift them, 

Keep what is worth keeping 

And then, 

With a breath of kindness 

Blow the rest away. 

The person I'm referring is you Maya. ~ anonymous 

The poem was beautiful and I folded the paper and kept it at the back of my phone cover. And the only person who could write this was Noah. 

After that we all danced a lot like a lot. I had never danced so much and we all enjoyed a lot. It was one at midnight and we all were really tired. 

"Guys I'm going to sleep now I'm really tired." said Maverick. 

"Yeah me too." said Amelia. 

"Actually we all are tired, so we should sleep." said Steve. 

We all went to our rooms and literally just slept. I didn't even changed my clothes and slept before Noah even came back. 

But it was the best Christmas I've ever had. I had my best friends, my brother and most importantly my boyfriend who's more like a blessing to me. He's the best thing that had happened to me till now. 

The next morning when I woke up, my legs were hurting a lot and I couldn't even get up. I danced so much in my heals that I've got bristles all over my legs. 

I sat back on my bed and opened my phone. There were a lot of messages from everyone for Christmas. 

I messaged my dad and wished him too even though it was too late but who cares. It was already eleven but I don't really wanted to wake up. 

But I still got up somehow and went to take a shower. After that I got dressed and cleaned my room which was a mess. I then went downstairs but no one was there. Probably all of them weren't at home. I went to the kitchen and took some cereals as my breakfast. I tried to call each of them but none of them picked up the call. 

I sat on the sofa watching TV. It was almost 1:30 in the afternoon and none of them were home and I was bored alone. 

I went upstairs and changed my clothes and I did my hair. I took my car keys and I locked my house and went out. 

For five minutes I just kept on driving straight because I didn't knew where I should go. Then I thought that I should go somewhere where I could actually have fun. I drived all the way to the amusement park. I had this separate love for the parks that had roller coaster and such rides. I switched off my phone and I went inside the park. 

It was so amazing to be there after such a long time, and last time I sat on the rides was with Zach on the town fair. 

I literally went to all the rides and ate all sought of fair foods. It was so much fun being like that. 

Then I went for ice skating which is one of my favourite things to do. After all of it I was really tired and it was almost 7:30 in the evening, so then I just went to a coffee shop grabbed a quick coffee and after that I went back home. 

It was almost 8 when I reached home. I went inside and everyone was already there, sitting on the dining and having their dinner. 

"You finally came Maya." Noah came and hugged me. 

"Yeah." I said. 

"Well were you?" asked Maverick. 

"So I went to the amusement park, then ice skating and then to a cafe that's it. And where were you people?" I asked. 

"We went to the church services but you were still sleeping so we didn't wake you up." said Steve. 

"Yeah it's fine as it is I really needed to sleep." I said. 

"Well come have dinner with us." said Anna. 

"I'm full guys. You people eat, I'll just go change will join you people." I said. 

I went upstairs and changed into my night suit and went downstairs. 

"Maya what are we doing on New Year?" asked Anna. 

"Well we are gonna have a party for sure. Apart from that I'll leave it for you people to decide." I chuckled. 

"We'll plan it on 30th directly." said Steve. 

"And then what are we gonna do for rest of the two days?" asked Maverick. 

"Well I'll do my packing for LA." said Anna. 

"Yeah me and Amelia too have to do the packing for the Vancouver trip." said Steve. 

"And what about you both Maya and Noah?" asked Maverick . 

"Well both of us are gonna be at home and enjoy and relax our selves." I said. 

"And Maya I'm not here for new year. I said I'll be there only for Christmas this time." said Maverick. 

"Where you have to go now?" I asked. 

"LA. I have a few meetings there." 

"Why don't you go with Anna, even she's going there by 2nd of Jan." 

"Yeah. You should come with me Maverick." said Anna. 

"I'll see if I can delay it." he said. 

Then we went to our rooms as it late at night and we all were tired. 

As we went to our rooms Noah hugged me tight and kissed me. 

"Since morning I've not even spoken to you properly." he said. 

"Its fine Noah." I kissed him back. 

"Well did you enjoyed your day?" 

"Of course I did. I was just roaming like a free soul today and it was amazing." 

"Well then that's great." 

"By the way you wrote that poem quite well." 

"Which poem?" 

"The game that we played in which we had write about the person whose name we get. For me someone wrote a love poem sought of and I thought it was you." 

"Well I wish it was me, but I got Maverick's name." 

"Then who could write it? I said. 

"Well let's sleep. We will see it in the morning."

This story is about a girl who basically hated her life because of the experiences she had at a very early age. Even though there were a lot of people who left her, there were some who stood by her. But in this Teen fiction when people gave up on there own lives and one another, will Maya would be able to survive it?
And even if she will, things will never be the same maybe in a good way but there's no surety of it as it is  life only takes a few seconds to change everything. In this story of friendship, love, and harassment, I hope that my way of writing sickness out will be a cure for your problems. And even if your problems aren't solved it's not the end of your life as you all know that you can overcome it and take over your problems....

I finally finished my essay at twelve in the morning and Chip is past out on my bed. I smiled and took my pajamas and went to go get changed downstairs. I got my pillow,laptop,and phone then I walked downstairs and laid everything on the couch. I got changed and put a blanket on the couch. I laid down listening to Guns and Roses. "Kate,Kate!" I jumped "Wh-what?" "I can't sleep." "You're seventeen years old get over yourself." He tugged me up then made me lay on top of him. "I hate you." He was already asleep but holding me really tight. I woke up at five thirty in the morning my alarm busting my ears. I turned it off the shimmied out of Chips arms. I got up and went in the kitchen, I turned on the stove and put eggs on a frying pan. I put up my hair and put eggs on a plate. "Chip get up breakfast!" "Hm? Oh I'm up what's for breakfast?" "Eggs now eat then get dressed." "Okay." He got up and sat on the bar stool. "Thanks!" I smiled "No problem." I started to walk upstairs and looked down the banister. "I'm going to get dressed." He didn't say anything. I walked to my room and shut the door. I dressed in a red and white striped shirt with overalls over the shirt and wearing white converse. I walked downstairs with my hair in a ponytail. "Ready? Go get dressed." His mouth dropped and he threw me his jacket. "You're not wearing that unless you're wearing my jacket." "But it's huge on me." "Too bad." He zipped it up then ran upstairs. "I don't like this." Chip came downstairs and somehow had a backpack. "Let's go I'm driving." "But I like driving." "Oh come on sweetheart." "Okay but stray away from school and I'll drive for the rest of the year." "Deal." He grabbed the car keys and started walking outside. "Are you coming?" "Yeah...sure." I walked out and got locked the door with my own house key. I got into the passenger side and immediately put his hand on my thigh. "Just because you forced me to sleep with you doesn't mean you can still touch me." "My jacket begs to differ." I smiled and then looked out the window . He's acting completely different from when he was in prison more...happy. "You okay?" I looked up "What? Oh yeah I-I'm fine." I saw my high school in my line of vision. And thought that this wasn't going to be so bad. I was wrong we got out of the car and everyone was staring at Chip. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close to him. "You can let me go now." "No." I sighed then saw Jessica running up to me and Chip loosened his grip. "She's hot." I smiled "Kate is this your brother?!" "Yeah his name is-" "James Villander but you can call me Chip for short." She laughed "Well thanks for the introduction. My name's Jessica." "You're hot." I elbowed him "Kate!" I saw Marcus and Wendy "Hey Biatch!" "Please stop calling me that." Marcus hugged me. I could feel Chips eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I wasn't paying attention and he kissed my cheek. I started blushing madly. "I hate you!" He started to laugh "Love ya too babe." I could see my brothers fist turning white his eyes becoming the same lifeless eyes that I saw when I always visited him. "Um so...I think I just heard the bell ring Jessie come on we have to go!" "Oh okay Chip you have class with us too right?" "Yeah I'll tag along with you guys!" I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god he went back to normal. He walked with us everyone in the hall looking at him and greeting me. Our first class is English. We walked in and I sat in the back where I usually sit; the teacher paying no mind to Chip. "Kate." "Yes ma'am?" "Would you like to explain to the whole class what a stanza in a poem is?" "A stanza is a group of lines forming the basic recurring metrical unit in a poem." "Very good." I smiled "Thank you." "How did you know that?" "I study for the test what you didn't?" "No! I was busy hanging out with Wendy and Marcus." "Oh okay so friends is more important then studying?" She laughed and nudged me."Be quiet." I looked over to check if Chip was okay and surprised to see that he was actually focusing on the teacher. The bell rung and we went to second period,then third, then fourth, and so on until eighth period. "So how did you like your first day back at school?" "It was fun I guess." "Did you make any friends?" " Only Jessica." "Branch out more there are a lot of interesting people in this school." "I will." I walked to the car putting my stuff in the back seat and getting into the front seat. "Take us home and no where else." "Yeah...sure" We drove home and once we got inside I rushed to the dining room table placing my stuff on the ground and starting my homework for the week. "Is this what you do every time  you come home?" "Only on school days... you can watch something I don't mind." He turned on the TV and put on football; of course. I put in my headphones and started listening to music while working. I finished at eight thirty and then made dinner for us. After dinner I took a shower and got ready for bed. "Hey Chip I'm going to bed so if you need anything just nudge me up Okay?" "Yeah got you." "Good night." "Uh Huh Goodnight." I walked into my room and shut my door slowly falling into a deep sleep.



“He what!” Aiyana exclaimed with barely contained excitement. 

“He told me that he well wants me and wrote me a poem.” 

“He is will be a perfect distraction!” 

“That’s all it’ll be… even if it is something…” 

“Stop it! Nilly Willy wants you. Babe I would want that prime piece myself if I could have it! You are going to forget about that asshole and go in for the moral less literature professor. Imagine him spreading you on the class desk while he recites Dante. Whispering it in your ear as he thrusts deep inside you and calls you his Desdemona… or whatever else.” 

Scarlett had noticed mistake Aiyana made. She knew that Aiyana was imagining Mr. Arizona and her together. Scarlett aware that on a very basic level Aiyana lusted him. True they were friends now but the lust between the two was still palpable. They would never accept it, and yet when no one was looking at them their eyes betrayed the way they looked at each other. She only wished that it was they would ever do. Imagine and look. 

“Imagine his British accent grunting over your skin as he spanked you into submission…” 

“Oh god! Stop! You’re fucking turning me on!” 

Aiyana laughed. 

“So what are we wearing tomorrow…?” 

“Baby I am back… I missed you…” 

Aiyana was interrupted by Chris’ kiss on her neck before letting his head bury itself in the crook of her neck. His arms circling around Aiyana’s waist pressing her firmly against his body, letting her feel his hard arousal. Inviting her. 

“You better wear something sexy. I will come to pick you up for a once over. Now, I have to go. It seems I am finally going to get my cock.” 

“Yes yes you sex fiends continue…” 

Scarlett cut the call laughing. She couldn’t sleep after that. The exact images that Aiyana drew in her mind plagued her until the early hours of morning. 

William walked to Sky’s classroom excitedly. His long legs took sure long steps, eager to see his pink pixie. He had previously decided to teach them ‘The Raven’ today but after meeting Scarlett he decided to teach them about lust as depicted by old and modern writers. 

He laid a palm on the glass pane of the double doors that curtained him from Scarlett. Letting out a sigh as he embraced himself before pushing the door open and entering. 

“Good evening, class… Well I know I had said we’ll do ‘The Raven’ today but I have changed the plan. We’re going to talk about how lust shapes the center of love in old and new writers…” He trailed off looking for Scarlett disappointed when he could not see her or Aiyana. 

The class suddenly seemed until there was a knock on the door. Two sets of heads peaked in, Aiyana and Scarlett. 

“May we come in?” 

“It’s seems you girl’s ma…” 

Scarlett stepped into the classroom clad in a sundress. William trailed off as if in a daze as he watched her stand in front of her in it. The bodice was tight at her breasts, pushing them together in a way that had them fighting to let loose to his eyes. The neckline low enough to show the gracious cleavage. The line of her pushing breasts drawing images of lust to dance in front of his eyes. It lost the tight shape at her waist to flow against her hips before ending to just cover her modesty. 

She finished her teasing with a pair of high fuck me heels. She was surely out to kill him. Shifting uncomfortably he motioned the two women to walk to the empty desks in the front row. He was reacting to her and by the smirk on Aiyana’s lips they knew what she was doing. 

“Now before I talk about Francesca and Paolo and compare it with well, Anastasia and Christian, and yes I mean the characters of fifty shades of grey because come on lust doesn’t get more famous than that.” William chuckled before continuing. 

“I want to start this lecture with reciting a poem by Ellen Bass. It’s called Basket full of figs. I know she is more famous God and G spots and Sleeping with you but I find the sensual current in the poem more vibrant than color of sex she ever painted.” 

William’s ocean blue eyes scanned the classroom before inevitably catching Scarlett. The previously tethered heat now untamed. Sparking alive the licks of fire on both their skins. The sensual undercurrent almost palpable in that one look they gave. Unable to move. Unable to look away. And as the undercurrents of their arousal swirled taking captive the entire audience he spoke. 

His accent thicker than usual. His voice dropping a few tones, deepening the quality of his voice. Making it sound like a series of groans and grunts. 

“ 

Bring me your pain, love. Spread 

It out like fine rugs, silk sashes, 

Warm eggs, cinnamon 

And cloves in burlap sacks. Show me 

The detail, the intricate embroidery 

On the collar, tiny shell buttons, 

The hem stitched the way you were taught, 

Pricking just a thread, almost invisible” 

He eyed her meaningfully now. Letting the voice wash over her skin. Seducing and being seduced by the words that brushed their skin. He watched Scarlett react to him. Her legs clenching visibly under the desk. The material of the skirt rose up ever so little, revealing another inch of flesh. 

His lips felt dry as his hard arousal became more prominent. His tongue darted out of ever so slightly and brushed against his bottom lip, almost as if he was tasting her sex with his words. Lost in the images that danced as he continued to recite to her. His gaze never left hers. She knew he was speaking to her. 

“Unclasp it like jewels, the gold 

Still hot from your body. Empty 

Your basket of figs. Spill your wine. 

That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it, 

Cradling it on my tongue like the slick 

Seed of pomegranate. I would lift it 

Tenderly, as a great animal might 

Carry a small one in the private 

Cave of the mouth” 

Scarlett pressed her legs harder still, feeling her arousal pool between her legs. Affected by his gaze and voice. He was tasting her with his words. And she was responding to it with her own uncontained wetness. The conversation of the previous night sprung to life all over again. And now she knew what he would sound like. 

Helplessly she cupped herself through the dress. She knew he could see her because of the desks open design for more leg space. But, she was just as powerless. Her suspicions confirmed by the silence and the twitch of his jaw. 

He was watching her. Waiting to see what she would do next. She spread her legs apart, affording him unblocked view of her sex. 

“So, Francesca…” William started again. But, he sounded distracted. His fixed gaze on Scarlett giving away the reason. 

“Who can tell me about Francesca and Paolo?” 

Aiyana had a vague idea of what was going on under the desk, so she started talking. Giving William an excuse to look in their direction. Not that he seemed to care either ways. He was transfixed, lost. 

“Well, Francesca’s story was described in the second circle of Dante’s inferno. When, she has a brief conversation with Virgil and him there. She was married to Giovanni as a means to political alliance. But, her husband was a crippled man. Despite, being married to him she fell in love with Paolo, his younger brother. Paolo too was married to another woman. But, well they were helpless. Sneaking around lost deep in the pleasures of the skin. Unable to fight the raging storms of lust they had an affair. It carried on for ten years until one night they were caught in the act by Giovanni and he well… killed them…” 

William did not say anything. He hadn’t realized the speech was over as Scarlett had shifted the crotch of her thongs aside while Aiyana spoke, a finger beginning to tease her wet sex. She was goading him. 

“The class is over for today. You may go home. Something has come up!” William suddenly announced. 

Scarlett immediately closed her legs. Waiting patiently in her seat with Aiyana so as to not look suspicious. 

Once, everyone left Aiyana left. Leaving the two alone in the classroom to their heated tension. Smiling knowingly.

Let's play a game he said.
And I agreed.
He called it possession and the possession was me.
Maybe just this one night I'll let Mr. Arizona possess me.
I might call him sky when we are all together but secretly when he touches me, touches the heat of my skin and the lust that drips along my legs I call him Mr. Arizona again.
It's a vile game we play where he lights a fire on my skin and I call him Mr. Arizona, watching the fire burn within his eyes when I moan it again and again. 
It's lust. 
That's what Mr. Arizona means.
Just that single word and in different names as we play different games but tonight he calls it possession.
Not another game of lust. He invited me to be won. 
To be possessed by him.

Since the event that had happened weeks ago, they now diverted their attention to the upcoming holiday preparations as they wait for the demons to involve Ava in their plans so they could start to retaliate if need be. 
Now, Levin and Ava were out of the mansion as Levin started doing his job as Love's Overseer. 
He remembered Devin's favor of leading Angeal to Arlo so as to let her have her happiness and for her not to delve in or get involved with the Soul Eater much longer. 
It was a difficult decision for him to do so, but Devin knew he had to do so in order for him to protect Angeal's life from him. 
Ava sighed as she sat on the passenger's seat, looking disinterested as she looked out the window.
Levin was in the driver's seat as he eyed Angeal who was walking towards the park, Love's Overseer looking like a stalker. 
"Why do I have to go with you?" 
Ava asked, Levin, looking at her from the corner of his eye before returning his gaze on Angeal. 
"Hush now," Levin said, making Ava roll his eyes at him. "I need your help," he added, Ava slightly turning her body to look at him as she tied her black wavy long hair in a ponytail. 
"Are you sure--especially your brother, wants this?"
Once Angeal sat on the bench, Levin heaved a sigh of relief as the two immortals watched from afar. Now he turned to face Ava to answer her question. 
"I know that deep down he doesn't want to see Angeal happy loving someone else," he said, the demoness furrowing her brows as she shrugged. 
"Then why are you matching Angeal and Arlo up then if your brother doesn't want that?"
Levin sighed, "I already told you days ago why. Angeal is involved in the curse and I already told you what would happen--there are two choices," he said, Ava's lips turning into a tight line as she was pulled in her own thoughts. 
Levin and Ava had started becoming close since she swore her allegiance to the angels despite their differences. 
Other than being Love's Overseer and with Levin taking a break from his specific role, he would sometimes take over Ivar in looking for souls for the Intervigilium, making him go out with Ava frequently. 
During those times, too, Levin had told her about Angeal's involvement in Devin's curse. 
He thought that there was nothing to lose since Ava already swore allegiance to them--offering her own life. 
Levin knew he could trust Ava, and he knew that she won't ever do anything suspicious for them to question her actions. 
"So Master Devin did this... because he wanted to protect Angeal from him. He sees himself as a threat to her life and would rather be cursed forever," Ava mumbled, making Levin nod in agreement. 
"It is what you said... which is why I made measures to make them meet before the holidays. With the event going on, and how it affects the atmosphere, it would incite their attraction towards them even more," Levin said, taking advantage of the jovial activities during the holidays to boost their relationship. 
"But this..." Ava's eyebrow twitched as she was slightly confounded. "Why did you have to involve me, Levin?"
"To spice things up between them," he flatly answered, making Ava scoff. 
"What? Haven't you been doing this job for many years? Don't tell me you don't know how to spice things up," she commented with disbelief etched in her voice, making Levin turn his head to look at her, their eyes locked with each other, making Ava blink her eyes a few times in surprise. 
"I need a lady's opinion on how to make the heart swoon."
"O-oh..."
Ava averted her gaze as she looked to the front, watching Angeal who was seated on the park bench this evening, waiting for Arlo. 
Her heart started beating incessantly fast, making her want to pound the organ that was inside her chest to make it stop. 
"You could have asked Gwen," she mumbled, Levin staring out the window as he answered her, Ava's ears turning red. 
"She's too noisy. You're the one I need."
"I see."
Ava felt like her soul wanted to explode! 
Why does she feel this way whenever she's alone with Levin? 
She had felt this way with Shadow before, yes... but comparing it to Levin, what she was feeling now was way more intense than what she had felt before! 
'Stupid Ava!' It was as if her ID was talking with her. 'Why are you affected by this man's words when he meant nothing behind it?'
Then her Superego popped up, saying her thoughts out loud like another persona of Ava. 
'Don't think like that... he may not have meant anything behind it, but Levin calling Ava out to help him out might mean something like her being the best candidate out there when he could have asked others for help!'
Ava felt like there was a vein bulging in her forehead, giving her a small headache which was soon going to be big. 
"Jeez..."
"Hmm? What's wrong, Ava?"
"Nothing. Don't mind me."
At the same moment, their attentions were suddenly directed when they saw Arlo approaching Angeal, making the girl stand up to greet him. 
With that, Levin and Ava immediately went out of the car and concealed their identities so they could at least get closer to eavesdrop on their conversation. 
The two hid behind the tree, a few meters away from where Arlo and Angeal were standing. 
Arlo scratched the back of his head, slightly embarrassed as Angeal shyly smiled at him, recalling that the previous date they had, she had told him specifically that she would think about their status well. 
Could Arlo possibly have the reply that he was expecting?
"H-hey," Angeal said, making Arlo smile at her sweetly. 
"Hi..." 
Ava narrowed her eyes as she heaved a small smile, cringing at the awkward situation these two young mortals are in. 
"How did you manage to make them meet at the park at this time?"
"I hacked Arlo's phone one night to ask her out on a date poetically."
"What!?"
Ava turned her body to look at Levin, the expression on her face sour. 
"He doesn't seem like the type to ask a woman out on a date poetically!"
Levin blinked his eyes, "But Angeal might appreciate that because she is a Creative Writing student..."
Ava scrunched her nose in disgust, making her think why Levin had become Love's Overseer. 
"That is your basis? What did you write?"
Since Levin's memory was sharp as a knife, he remembered each word he wrote and said it in verbatim. 
"Roses are red, violets are blue. I'm lying on my bed, thinking of you. Since I couldn't sleep, I want to ask you: if I could go on a date with you out of the blue."
"Nngh..."
Ava slowly turned her body as her face turned red.
She said a while ago that she found Arlo writing a poem cringe-worthy but with Levin saying those words to her even though it was only meant to answer her question, it made Ava swoon as she found Levin's creativity cute. 
"Was it bad?"
"Yes," Ava answered in a heartbeat, her eyebrows connected. 
"Hmm... I'll do better poems in the future, then," Levin mumbled, making Ava sigh as she discreetly held on to her chest to calm herself. 
'That's not what I meant... the poem is bad for my heart, you fool!'
"The poem that you sent, Arlo... did you make it?"
With Angeal suddenly talking, it had snapped Levin and Ava out of their thoughts as they watched, listening to Arlo's reply. 
"Ah, no..."
Arlo honestly answered as he found it weird to have sent Angeal that message without him knowing!
How was that even possible? 
Could he possibly have sent that half-asleep--and without him being aware, even?
"But with Google's help, I had mustered up the courage to ask you out again," Arlo reasoned, knowing that Angeal won't believe him if he said he didn't know why he sent her a poem.
Also, he thought that maybe with this happening, he could have the opportunity to be with her again...
Angeal replied with a "yes" when he read the message the next day, so he couldn't say no. 
If he backed out now, he knew he would look stupid and awkward.
Besides, with her appreciating the poem, it may have added points to win her heart. 
Hearing his reply, Angeal giggled slightly as she looked at him with her blue eyes. 
"Still... it was sweet of you to ask me poetically. I did not expect that from you," she said, making Arlo smile embarrassingly as he felt a little guilty lying to her. 
"Th-then..." He started to stammer. "Can we just go to the Café Library? If we stay out too long here in the park, we would freeze to death," Arlo said as he worried about Angeal's welfare. 
"Sure! I want some hot choco, too," she agreed, the two already walking towards the Café Library to proceed with their unexpected date. 
With that, Levin sighed in relief as he looked at Ava, narrowing his eyes at her. 
"The poem worked," he said matter of fact, making Ava scoff as she turned her head. 
"Because Angeal's simple-minded," Ava replied, making Levin slightly chuckle as the two walked to follow them. 
Ava had to admit, however, that if it was her to receive the poem Levin made, she would not have slept for the whole day--acting like a young teenager swooning at her crush's message. 


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

Update Schedule:
Every first day of the month, story ends on December 2021.

Cover commissioned to: Chainslock

Entry for Webnovel Spirity Awards Spring 2020

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Walking in the corridor, the class president of Borges nodded off and hardly slapped his left cheek.

Salvatore Martin couldn't ignore the event he did not long ago. 

The core memory of reading the poem to his classmates and to Ma'am Rhea Azuela was discomforting him from his good night's slumber to his recent condition. 

"The weird guy from yesterday was not you, Salvatore. I repeat. It wasn't you," he mumbled, and reassured himself it was a different individual who expressed his written poem. 

Salvi was quite shy by the fact that he composed a personal writing which talked about his companionship with the beautiful eighteen-year-old woman called Dassah Quinn from section Yeats.

In addition, he spoke it out to the entities who weren't his best friends nor cliques. Though, he primarily didn't have a close companion in school. Not to mention, he low-key told his English teacher regarding the girl behind his craft.

He felt weak and dizzy and had a lack of sleep. Thenceforth, the man wasn't able to think straight; Salvi hugged himself and continued to stride to his route.

Drinking up his orange juice box, he eventually moved inside of the homeroom. When he drew close to his armchair, Salvi's pair of eyes widened, and the man unintentionally released the juice box from his grip.

His grey schoolbag went missing.

Glimpsing from left to right, he did not perceive his backpack. He began to search it at the seat rows, and dressing room, but he failed to locate his belonging. 

Salvi then checked the drawers which settled near the whiteboard, however, the bag wasn't in that spot.

"Where is it?" he uttered and continued to look for the bag.

Later on, the auburn-haired man who was Salvi's seatmate and an acquaintance passed through him and lied himself on the dusty floor to take a rest. Knowing the person who stole his pal's stuff, he pretended not to become aware of Salvi's trouble.

The class president hence eyed at Jean, expecting the schoolboy would discern the whereabouts of his backpack. 

"Jean, have you seen my bag? You know, the grey one."

Jean Davis glanced aside and stroked his shaggy hair. He couldn't disclose the thief to the problematic Salvi, as the snatcher badly threatened him. 

"I'll burn your valuable shoujo mangas I borrowed, if you take the risk to report me," the schoolgirl warned Jean who witnessed her crime, following she stole the item and sneakily ran away.

"No, bro. I haven't uh... seen it." He faked a laugh and put his red towel on top of his remorseful face. Jean mentally crossed his fingers and wished Salvi would believe in his white lie.

His mangas were far more important than Salvi's property. He saved up tons of bucks to pay for them and collect those volumes in two years. Even if, the genre of those stories was romance.

He skipped eating snacks every recess time and did his best not to be tempted by the delectable light meals available in the cafeteria. 

Self-discipline was what he earned during the severe process.

Yet, the beloved books of his would just be scorched by a monstrous lady.

"I admire you, Salvi, but I love my babies more." He mumbled and bluffed to be asleep. 

Seeing Jean Davis having a siesta, Salvi softly groaned, and went forward to seek the bag himself. Due to his misfortune, the young lad decided to take off from the place and journeyed himself to the school administration office where the "lost and found" objects were also detected and could be regained by the legitimate owner.

After a considerable interval, Salvatore Martin was finally near the office. Moving slowly, he saw an elegant teenage girl who was holding up his grey school bag on her right shoulder and another backpack which seemed to be Dassah's ownership on her hand.

The young lass who looked at him from afar signaled him to come close.

Bewildered, Salvi heeded to her small request. Why did the woman had his possession? Maybe, she was the one who caught the robber and reported it to the higher-ups. He should better thank the maiden for her virtue.

Arriving through, the male learner extended his hand out, and was about to retrieve his school bag when the woman moved away from him. 

"Not a chance, sir president." Dassah Quinn smirked and patted the naive guy's backpack.

Understanding the actuality she was the real burglar who snatched his personal item, Salvatore rumpled his face, and strived to seize the bag from Dassah, but the lady swiftly dodged his attack.

Accepting his defeat, the class president initiated to negotiate with the sly girl who was gleefully chuckling, "What do you want?"

"I want us to ditch classes." Miss Quinn cockily said, spinning her school bag around.

As far as Dassah could tell, Mister Martin appeared to be a rule-abiding man, and he couldn't commit an immoral act.
On the other hand, Salvatore became perplexed as to why the seemingly kind and angelic lady would push him to perpetrate such a quirk.

"If I turn your proposal down, what will you do?"

Wandering in circles, Dassah Quinn slipped a smile and shrugged, "I won't give it back to you."

"Why are you doing this?" the man massaged his temple, drawing back his lips in a snarl. He wouldn't let the given occurrence pass. His scribbled notes and project which Salvi worked hard for and caused him to sleep late were all inside of his backpack.

"To celebrate."

"Celebrate? By robbing my stuff?" Salvi scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows. The male couldn't tolerate his schoolmate's frivolous babble. Who on earth would steal something from a possessor to rejoice? 

The one and only, Miss Dassah Quinn herself.

"I overheard your poem," Dassah admitted, looking down on her feet. She wouldn't dare to take a glimpse of the young lad right before her eyes; she was astoundingly shy and manifested a flushed cheeks. 

As if, it was a mortal sin to eavesdrop to Salvi's composition back in the day.

Alike, Salvatore cut his eye contact to the female batchmate. The face of the teenage boy began to pour out a crimson hue. 

Scratching his nape, he proceeded to pipe up his thinkings. "D-did you like it?

"Of course! Gah. I really, really like it in the sense that it was obviously about me. About us, as buddies." Dassah's hazelnut eyes lit up, and she squealed. Who would have thought a guy like him could put down something majestic through words? 

The young lass then drew near to the uneasy Salvatore and started to tug the sleeve of the man's white polo shirt. "Now, we have to go."

Baffled, Salvi rapidly queried the dame. "W-why should we celebrate, if I may ask?"

He couldn't understand her abrupt invitation. Even so, it was tempting him to do something he would regret the consequence.

Dassah looked at him in the eye and giggled, as she discerned the class president turned out to be bewildered by her hasty effort. She poked at the young lad's shoulder and clarified her account to him.

"October 15 when we shook our hands as friends. I'll call it an 'Official Friendship Day'. Don't you ever forget the date I'd set, mister," she said and continued.

"Plus, attending school's tiring. Doctors say that stress isn't good for our health. Don't ya think?" Dassah winked and started to take a step to go to the south side of the school campus. 

She knew herself that her created explanation was incredibly lame, but the girl just wanted him to join with her. 

Tight-lipped, Salvi who was taken aback helplessly surrendered himself to the schoolgirl and tagged along with her. So long as he could get back his bag, he would take the danger.

But, Salvatore knew to himself the circumstance which the girl established was merely his alibi to spend some extra time with the naughty Miss Dassah Quinn.

 It was his first major offense in school after all. Regardless of his status as a class president, the young lad thought that he should seize the day.

Fooling around once wouldn't harm him, would it?

"I'll go with you," he mumbled and strode next to the spirited lady.

And, the soon-to-be rebellious youngsters fled away from the alley of the school administration office to relax and enjoy their spree.

"Traveling through universes cannot be done by mere humans with current status of technology we have. But that doesn't conclude the impossibility. Science researchers from all over the world are now finding a solution to get this done — are you the first person to travel through universe? Let's interview Naru—" Turning the television off, I finish my cereal bowl and get myself changed. It's almost 7:30 so I need to get going. After getting things done by then, I locked my apartment and headed straight to the station.


"Good morning! Aiken-san?" 

I glanced over at Sou, waving his hand to my direction as I watch him drag his enormous amount of luggages. Wearing a plain of white shirt matching his denim ripped pants and white sneakers, the boy took his energy to drag his feet with three amount of excess bags towards me.

"What the... Why are you carrying too much bags?" I asked him.

"A-aah...! One bag for clothes, one for foods and the other are my things like camera and notebooks."  he answered.

'This boy is crazy.' I thought to myself as I shake the thought off. I don't expect anything from him anyway.

I just nodded and signaled him to follow me as I walk into the train. Looking around the quiet area, I noticed that there are only few people around. 

A family of three, a high school girl with her grandmother and couples are seen. I might come out as creepy but I am extremely keen and observant of the things around me.

'Two, four, six, eight, ten and twelve.' 

There's only twelve people visible to my sight. I wonder why, but my guesses are due to the lockdown that gives the citizen limited time to explore. I still do not understand what causes the sudden lock down, but I don't have time to conclude that. So it is predictable that these people inside this very train must have had an important reason to go to Hokkaido. 

Sitting next to the window, a poster next to the wall caught my attention. It has letters written in English alphabet. I can understand English very well, but the odd poster did not really caught my interest. 

8:00 

I can feel the train started moving above the trails slow and gentle. In a matter of fact, we are the last of passengers to be in this train for the next of months.

A faint yelling then soon being heard as a familiar young lady jump her way into the inside of the train— not to mention, bumping her head to a railing. 

Wearing a purple blouse and skirt, too much make ups and unnecessary hair designs, I could immediately tell.

'Michiko Takahashi?'

What is she doing here? Why is she catching on the train to go to Hokkaido? Could it be possible that their agency also received the same report that we have? No. That's not it, she don't appear to look like going anywhere for work.

I keenly observed the young gal. 

A shoulder bag that is irrelevant, high pink heels and freshly applied cuticles— not to mention the hair. She's more likely going to a date rather than work.

"S-S-S-SOU?!" she exclaimed, running towards our seat with wide eyes.

Sou, huh? They know each other?

"Michiko! It's you!" 

'Uh...'

Takahashi soon then took her seat right in front of ours with eyes wide opened. "I can't believe it! You know each other?" she added... and again with her unnecessary flustered face.

"I'm his assistant and we're heading to Hokkaido for w—" 

"Trip. A vacation." I bluntly cut in between words. She then swift her gaze towards mine then again, with the unnecessary flustered cheeks of course— she nodded excitedly.

'Sou, you imbecile!'

Due to the lack of sleep last night, I then soon after feel the weight of the world upon me. I laid back to my seat, closing my eyes in depths of falling asleep.

"Owie? What's this?" 

"Oh my God! What's that?! Is that a deer? Oh deer. Hahaha!"

"Baka, that's obviously goat. Mweeeehehe!"

"You guys have foods? I'm starving!"

"Why are you up to Hokkaido by the way?"

I can feel my vein popping and beating in my forehead. It's been an hour or so, and I did not merely rest at all. I'm fixed with two emotions right now— pissed but collected.

I sigh to myself and shook the irrelevant thought off my mind.

'Kids.'

I glance out of the window in order to enjoy the beautiful scenery to at least take my mind off the annoying brats— but unexpectedly, it is raining heavily outside and the raindrops are fogging up the mirror.

I sigh to myself and goes back to rest my lazy ass. I guess I'm too unlucky having these kids around me. I close my eyes once again and tried to calm myself in despite the loud yelling coming from my own companions. 

"Woah woah woah, look!" Michiko shouted, soon after I heard a scratching sound of paper — they did not rip the poster off the wall, did they?

"Look out for the platform
Before you alight,
For if by mischance
You stepped into the night,
On the side of the train
That's away from the station,
You might not arrive
At your true destination."

I feel my ears twitching as I eavesdropped the two's conversation. I'm not interested, but I got nothing else to do so might as well baby-sit these two. 

"On this side's a platform
But who can be sure,
Where you'd be if you chanced
To step out by that door?
On this side lights, luggage
The name of some place,
On the other side, nothing
But darkness and space."

"On this side is Reading—
Or Tooting— or Epping—
But you might on the other side
Find yourself stepping,
Right into a land
Where the moon shines all day,
Where horses have fins
And the sharks live on hay."

'Sharks live on what?' 

I can't help but smile at how ridiculous the poem is.  Hearing the thunderstorm from the outside, I soon then open my eyes only to be greeted by the heaviest rainstorm. I must say that this might be the craziest weather I have had experience. 

I just hope to not regret coming here today.

"Where you watch out at night
For the terrible whale,
Who comes galloping after you
Threshing his tail—
Where the sirens sing ballads 
And play on guitars,
Where apples and walnuts
Shine brighter than stars."

I felt the thunderstorm became louder and louder, carelessly aiming nowhere, it can hit our train anytime— and it did. One side of the train has been stricken by thunderstorm — having it caught on a fire, making the fewest of people flinch and scream in terror.

My mouth gapped opened as I got off my seat, "Get away from the fire!"

"So look out for the platform
Before you alight
For if by mischance
You step into the night,
By the door that would lead you
Straight on the track,
It's a thousand to one
You would never come back."

"THIS POEM!" I gasp loudly as I watch the train split in two— making the side we are in aimlessly continues to drive through, leaving the other side of the train left unmoving.

The scream of terror coming from person to person deafened my ears, I stood there frozen.

'What is happening? Am I dying?'

My eyes widened in terror and in shock. There are two emotions inside of me right now— scared that someone in this very train will die, and confused about what the hell is happening— what the hell are Sou and Michiko doing? It feels like the poem itself are responsible for... no. 

I'm going insane.

'This poem, I'm confident enough that I had heard this before.' 

"W-WHAT IS HAPPENING?" hearing that Michiko and Sou finally back to there senses, I can't help but feel relieved. They had been staring at that piece of poster.

"AAAH!" a young girl's voice right across our seat are loud enough to destroy my ear drums— but that is not the point here. I can sense how terrified she is right now so I run towards her to calm her down. I can tell that she is a high school student — around the age of 16 to 17.

 Hugging me as tight as possible, she sobbed on my chest. "G-grandma..!!" 

I look around, anxious and afraid of what might happen. Michiko and Sou are now freaking out, as if they just casted a spell right after reading out loud the poem. There are only five people left— including myself, Sou, Michiko and the young girl. 

I hold the girl's shoulder and look into her watery eyes, "Wait for me, alright?" 

I took my time to go to the front part of the train, might as well try to stop the train from moving when a sudden light blinded me off. I fall down and hit my head onto something—

And I passed out.

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[Yo reader-chan! Please comment below what you want to happen and what you think about the story— I'm inexperienced so I really need your advice. Thank you and have a good day!]

Gin has everything to live for — good reputation, perfect job and peaceful life. Every day of his life are already planned and scheduled, making every second counts. He believes that surviving this world we live in would come easy if you can eliminate the irrelevant.

Join Gin Aiken, Sou Tanaka, and Michiko Takahashi..? followed by five other people in their wonderful adventure into the world of the unknown — getting trapped inside an Unnamed World, where sharks fly and peanuts shines brighter than sky.

Olivia POV:

"This is STUPID. ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS!!" I yelled as I threw the papers at Jison and three and put hands up in the air tired of all the riddle thing. 

"Oli just calm down!!"

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? Yeah I should calm down when I'm in the body of a guy a gangster slash idol and can't decipher a stupid riddle slash Shakespeare style poem, which is all because your stupidity!!"

"Oof. Olivia look.."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't take it out on you."

Two hours back:

And when the west becomes orange,
You shall know,
That one cycle hath ended,
And another hath begun;" 

"If you wish to reverse,
Remember this:"

"When two golden spheres,
And a blue one's Ray,
Mark'd where one stood,
The gates shall give way."

"Save and protect,
For, An ethereal being of illusion
Shall rise from the ashes
Of the Flames of Destruction
Inside the eyes of a warrior."

"For cold as ice, will the knight be,
Darkness will abide there do lies;
Unless the answer is deciphered 
From the Misty eyes."

"Chase away the fears fools seek to find the deepest secret of the night lights."

"6.....
1,2.. 1
2,3.. 5
1,2.. 6
1,2.. 7
1,2.. 8
3,4,5.. 14."

I read out loud the poem I transcribed from my video, hoping that reading it for the hundredth time in an hour would help make some more sense. Joon slouched down on the couch, so ready to give up.

"Ok.. the poem doesn't make much sense.. maybe we should write down the letters corresponding the numbers."

Jison looked tired and done. "I've already did that Oli.. tell me that wasn't the first thing I thought of."

"Maybe those are codes? Ugh!!"

"I'm done here. Guys.. you just figure I out.. I'll just get a coffee or something." Joon said, getting up from the couch and walking towards the door.

"You are leaving us to figure it out all by ourselves?"

"Yeah I guess."

"Jimin. Look after these two. Jison, it's not that I don't trust you.. but still."

"Got it."

"What was that about?" I asked, not understanding a word of what the two said. Jimin just nodded and came and slouched down on the couch to my right.

"He left Jimin to look after us."

"Oh this baby? Haha." As soon as I said that, he twirled his gun with his index finger.

"Okay okay I get it." 

"I wish I had studied all the code languages better."

"You did Jison. You did. If you don't know this code, then it ain't a code I swear.

Back to present time:

Even though he was the reason I was stuck in this body, he was still my friend and it was an accident that I'm here. Partly it's my fault too.

Jison just nodded and collected the papers strewn on the floor. "No. It's okay. I would freak out pretty much too. But what would Suga hyung be doing?"

I don't know how he took it all. An hour ago, after I decided to decipher the Shakespearean style poem, the boys thought that it was best if they called Suga and told him everything that actually happened. 

Well.. on account of calling him, let's say he was pretty much mad at everyone and probably the other boys lost their hearing due to his excessive yelling. And yeah swearing. Then they promised to keep him updated, but he wants someone to go over to him or he was gonna come over. 

He said this and cut the line, we don't know anything more. Thank goodness the boys didn't hand over the phone to Jison even when he said that he was gonna 'have a sweet talk with him'. If they only did, Jison would be dead right now. That Suga guy is super scary and has one heck of an attitude.

"Should we call him?" "He has the right to freak out too you know? It's not everyday you wake up in the body of a 'hot' girl" I said, flipping my barely-present short hair subconsciously, before realizing it.

Jison just rolled his eyes and made a call on his phone before handing it over to me. I put it on speaker and waited for him to pick up. To my right, Jimin was sleeping soundly with a gun on his chest. He was supposed to look over the two of us. He looks cute when he sleeps.. but I think he has a crush on this Suga? Maybe I'm right maybe I'm wrong.. who knows?

A "Hello" interrupted me right out of my thoughts.

"Um.. hi there."

"You aren't Jison are you? You should hand over the phone to him."

Suddenly Jison decided to interrupt and yelled, "I knew it!! I knew it!!! I knew you could speak in English fluently and you were just shying away!!"

"Whatever. Just don't tell the boys that. Joon will make me translate all the shit the boys say.. I don't get paid enough for that."

"Whatever. What are you planning to do?"

"Oh me? Me Jison? I'm planning to catch the next flight to Korea to give you a PIECE OF MY MIND!!"

"Suga calm down." I said, thinking all along that it was too ironic that I'm the one saying that.

"Oh calm down? How can I calm down when I'm low on sugar because you refrigerator is password locked, your wardrobe is a mess, I can't find your card, passport or any shit?"

"You just gotta ask someone once in a while dude. Refrigerator password is 'swagalicious', and my wardrobe, go click that little red button hidden on the right door, and my passport is inside my locker, but I'm not telling you the password because there's something important in there."

"Swagalicious? Seriously? You got no SWAG.  And yes I'm walking towards your closet. And WHAT? you won't tell me my password meaning I'm stuck here?? What's in there anyway? A Three dollar chain?"

I swear if he wasn't stuck in my body, I would have hired an assassin to kill him. 

"Have you got anything out of the riddle Joon gave you?"

"Uh.. when I'm stressed I don't function well, so I decided to sleep for a while, and just woke up when you called."

This.. this lil shit. He slept for three hours while we were breaking our heads over here?

Arghhhhh.

"Your wardrobe is asking for a password after I clicked that button."

"Oh type in.. uh… I think I forgot it.. how will you open it?"

"It has a fingerprint lock too."

"How will you open it without my finger print?"

"Duh. Did you forget? I'm the one who has your fingerprint now.. haha. This is awesome!! Does that mean I can open your locker too?"

"You CAN'T!! I mean.. uh…" 

"Holy!!! You had a messy wardrobe on the outside.. but woah!! This is a whole walk in closet with tight fitting suits and black dresses!! This is AWESOME!!"

"Dude calm down.. I don't have anything Gucci in there like your closet Rich boy."

"Who needs Gucci? These suits are awesome!!"

"No no no no don't touch my special suits!! They have built in security systems!! You'll get harmed!!!"

"Ha!! Did you forget? I'm a tech genius. I already figured that out. I'mma wear this blue-black one and check it out!!"

He's gonna wear it? Shit he's gonna take my clothes off?

"Look whatever you check out, don't check yourself out."

"Calm down I'm not a perv."

Whatever..

Suddenly, Jison yelled.. loud enough to wake the whole world up, or especially the poor cute guy sleeping near me. Jimin fell down, and his first reflex was to put the gun he was holding, to my head.

"Thank you so much Jison. Thanks to you, I was probably gonna die." I said sarcastic a before turning to look at Jimin. 

"Cool down little guy. It was just Jison yelling. If you shoot me, it's your prettly little friend who'll have to live in my body for the rest of his life."

He slowly put down his gun.

"Why did you yell now Jison? What's going on in there?" Suga's voice asked through the phone.

"Suga hyung!! I miss you!!!" Jimin yelled into the phone, going all soft and cute.. gangsters huh? Pfft.

"Jiminie!! I miss you too…" Suga replied and Jimin went awwwwww before turning all red.

"Ahem. The phone's on speaker mode. I'm gonna go and throw up.. this is all too sweet. I'm gonna get diabetes."

"Shit."

"Look guys.. I think I may have figured it out!!"

"What REALLY?" all three of us yelled together.

"Yes!! So the numbers.. that you blabbered, they don't translate to letters. They aren't codes either. It's so simple. Look here.."

I went closer to him and took a look at the papers I scribbled on.

"Holy smokes!! How didn't I notice this??"

"Guys!!! Tell me too!!"

"Wait wait.. Suga hyung!! You can talk in English this fluently?? That's awesome!! I'm telling Joon hyung!"

"Look look Jiminie!! That was nothing.. I just heard that line somewhere. Please don't tell Joon anything yet!!"

"Suga!! I know what the numbers denote!!! We may have our answer!!"

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"AAAAAAAAAAAH"

Where are my b**bs?.. I'm a guy? Oh my goodness? Did they change my gender? Overnight? Wait should I.. I mean should I take my pants off and see? If I'm a guy? That's a bad idea.. I could feel something dangling between my legs.. Oh sh*t.. I have a penis instead of a vagina...

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"Did that ring a bell suga hyung?"

"What? I'm a what?"

"You are a singer, I mean.. a rapper to be exact."

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"Oh man holy sh*t. I'm a GIRL!!"

"What the hell?" I pinched myself.. and slapped myself. "Ow that's gonna leave a mark"

"WHY AM I GIRL? IS THERE ANYONE HERE? CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHY I AM A GIRL? But I'm pretty either way.. what? No no . Min yoongi you are a guy. Not a girl."

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"Project 709, you do deserve a detention, but I'm not handing it over to you. You are not weak. Not weak by yourself. Something makes you weak. Or may I dare say.. someone?" 

"But Sir you can't.." 
Gunshot. 

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Bangtan Sonyeondan x Secret Agent

Two different persons. Two different situations. But souls, have no barriers. #soulsinterchanged
#hellafunny

I know y'all will ask me why I'm putting tags in the bio of the story.. the thing is, it seems SWAG right??.

I'm more like min suga. Genius. Don't be surprised if you see some BURNS that can't be cooled with all the ice in Antarctica. 

(Can be found on wattpad too. Entered in the 2019 wattys. )



The little Beatrix keeps on shouting. 

"NO!?!" 

"NO!?!?" 

"Please NO?!?!" 

"Papa... What's wrong?" Papa, who are they? " 

And started crying out loud. 

" Hush now, My Princess... Always remember, we love you so dearly " 

My tears kept falling and called out... 

" Mama... 

"Maxim... 

" Annika... 

I reached out my small arms to my mother Duchess. 

She's crying... Maxim and Annika too. 

"Dimitri?! Beatrix!?! Duchess Anastasia called out while holding Maxim and Annika. 

"What's the matter, Dimitri? What is this commotion all about?" Duchess Anastasia stuttered. 

I tried to run to reach them but Papa keeps holding me tight. 

I feel the fears of my Papa while embracing me. 

I am out of breath. 

I am suffocating from the terror and the uncertainty. 

" Let's go, Papa... We have to go.." I begged him. 

But the rebels with guns and torches, overrule all Palace guards. 

They are burning and killing mercilessly each lady's servant, housekeeper, valet, and all whom they meet inside the Palace. 

We have no more time to run... 

We cannot go out... 

The Palace is surrounded by the rebels. 

My father, Tsar Dimitri hold me tight and covered me with his body for protection. 

My mother Duchess Anastasia protected Maxim and Annika to no avail. 

The sounds of gun...keep ringing in my ears. 

Darkness flooded... 

Smoke and fire everywhere... 

When... 

I heard my Nana saying "My Princess, it's been a long time that your Uncle Charles, the King of Sweden had been searching for you." 

"I am happier and at peace being with you Nana and of course Leonid" I replied in sharp response. 

" My Princess, your Uncle knows you are alive and I believe it's about time to meet him" she added. 

I am full of doubts and anxiety about meeting Uncle Charles. 

Instead of accepting Nanas' proposal. I ask her about the past, her heroic act, out of curiosity. 

"Nana, how did you managed to save me that night?". 

"I am preparing the tub for your bath my Princess when I saw the armed men coming in. I felt terrified and wanted to run but when I saw you shouting and crying, holding thy father Tsar Dimitri while bullets flying, my tears keep on falling. I felt terrible. The smoke and fire everywhere were suffocating, I barely breathe. When the rebels got off the Palace. I crawled from the back of the dividing wall, the entryway to the fireplace hearth, where you are covered with blood, and above you, is your father, his Majesty Dimitri. I checked all of you discreetly...one by one...your brother, Prince Maxim, Princess Annika, and Duchess Anastasia. It was only you, my Princess who's breathing..but unconscious. I wrapped you with the towel that I accidentally brought with me. Then started to slide you while crawling until we are at the back door of the kitchen. I almost fainted with the smell of smoke and fire... " 

"Oh our Princess, my beloved. I am thankful to God that we can save you and the future of Oblonsky. And I'm delighted to see you grown as a fine woman with elegance. We have fought our freedom and life, in our endless concealment at the brink of Civil War. We are very lucky. Most of all, we are blessed to have my loving husband, Leonid." She said in narration. 

"I thank you Nana and Leonid for keeping me safe, you are both my angel" I smiled with my sweetest response. 

"It's time to bed my Princess Beatrix!" she exclaimed. "O we missed the time" she added. 

"Thank you, Nana". I hugged her tight. 

We clean up the table and helped Nana with the dishes. Then, I started to walk up the stairs and getting into my room, and freshen up with a hot bath in the tub. I prepared my hot bath which is my favorite bath every night with scented oils, dried roses, and lavender. 

Then, I lighted my favorite scented candles in front of my vanity mirror and put another inside my shower room. 

I undress in front of my vanity mirror that I always do before soaking in my hot bath. 

And I'm looking into my whole body, in its reflection. 

Oh, I have grown so fast, I missed my kin... 

My loving father, my sweet mother, and my siblings. 

My body was molded into fine features and almost perfect. 

Except... 

The scar... 

The scar of a horrible past. 

I felt numb. 

My heart is covered with ice and trauma. 

And now...I'm freezing... 

I swiftly move and soaked into my hot bath. 

Feeling the warmth, the comfort, the ease of my emotions. 

Humming the song of my soul. 

Singing the favorite lullaby of my Duchess mother. 

"All hail the Queen of extravagance and glamour... 

"Thy henchman and servants in perpetual ardor... 

"Thy words are so immaculate... 

"Not even a peasant could vindicate... 

"You could be a knight and you could be a villain... 

"You could be a follower and you could be a chieftain... 

"A warrior, a woman, and a Queen... 

"A warrior, a woman, and a Queen... 

I drifted off to sleep. 

The rolling thunder and lightning flashes caused so many anxieties and tremors in my body. 

" Nana... Na-na... " I muttered. 

The windows showed grim images of shadows. 

I couldn't move. I'm freezing. 

I cried out on top of my lungs. 

"NO?!?!?" 

And I'm awakened. 

The water in the tub is already cold. 

I quickly took my towel and slipped into my sleeping wear immediately. 

Then, blow-dry my hair. 

To release the tension that I am feeling from my constant nightmare. 

I turned on my portable radio to play some music. 

And a famous singer hit song "Lost in your eyes" played in the air. 

Humming with the song of love. 

Then, I took my journal notebook and started writing a poem. 

I'm rowing my paddle when the current starts to shift, 

The flow of the water changes in swift, 

Fears and sadness succumb me, 

When the tune of melody strikes thee. 

I try to look back from where I departed, 

The nurtured trees, singing birds and flowers started, 

I grasp my heart and keep thy fire, 

Shaping my masterpiece and a satyr. 

The sun is glowing from above, 

Brightens my darkness and gives off love, 

I hold into the waters of my truth, 

And set my sail to harvest my fruit. 

Beatrix 

My eyes are now weary and my emotions now subside. I closed my journal, put off the candles, and turned off the radio. 

I lay down in bed then doze off to sleep.

The sound of guns...
The darkness...
The smoke...
Then, oblivion.

Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares.

Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered.

Looking outside my window,
I am writing my daily journal and poetry today...
To release all the pains and tensions from my past.

And I wrote..

December 18, 1980
Myshkin, Russia

My beloved,

Have you ever ask yourself...
What's your life purpose?
If..
Are you doing the right thing?
Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant?
Day dreaming into your own world?

Too much questions filled in your heart and mind.
Too much of everything that you don't want.
Too much!

To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me.
Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them.
Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories.
Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death.

Yes, I did face it all.
I cried hard.
After decades of those patterned memories...
This is the first time that I realized..
How I treated myself so badly.

And I really wanted to give back to myself.
By appreciating my past.

Appreciate yourself more...
Love yourself more...
And you will discover more...

I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past.

***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF***

My dearest self in the past...
I have been visiting you lately in a vast...
You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS,
You go out more, loving the sun and grasses,
Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above.

Joyous days, feet touching stones and green
Oh How glorious those days have been
Flowing like water in every storms within
And wind touches, caressing my skin
Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose".
A path full of journey and a dead rose

All those rise and fall, I am with you...
All those tears and laughter, I am with you..
I am always with you til the end of time

She left the place and went in search of Xiao Qiang. This time that Xiao Qiang left, he had not told her about where he went. Not that he did tell her anything for the past months, but he always came back late.

This time she waited for him by playing guzheng. She waited for so long that she didn't even remember how many songs she played. She continuously waited, but as the time went by, it didn't seem like he was coming back home.

Still, she waited. She paced around the room thinking maybe something bad may have befallen him, but she knew that he was a tough man, he couldn't have possibly gotten hurt. 

As the sun rose, she gave up on waiting and left in search of him. She didn't know where to begin as he she didn't go out with him a lot. However, the first place she went to search was where she first found him. 

Going back to the snow mountain, she found that the cave had disappeared. The only remaining was the one she had went in to release her spiritual energy. She did not believe that the cave would have disappeared without leaving a trace.

She searched around the perimeters thinking that maybe she was at the wrong spot, but no matter how many times she circled around the mountain, she found herself at the same spot.

Thinking that maybe the cave had just been hidden by him, she used her golden eyes to see the unseen. She circled around the mountain for a while to scout the mountain. When she went back to where she started, she counted that there were 10 caves in all that she had not seen. 

This was mysterious as when she last came here, there was only two caves. The one where she found him and the one she rested in. She thought that perhaps this was his magic because she knew how smart he was was. She didn't want to waste time by going to look at every cave to see which one was the real one, but there was a force blocking her from using her peripheral vision.

It was not possible for her to use magic to see which one was real, so she spent an hour or so to look at every cave. After going inside them all, she found that none of them were the one she was looking for. She couldn't believe that she used her time to open up the caves, but none of them were the one she was looking for.

Still, this strange occurrence caused her to be determined to find the cave she believed he was in, so she went in all 10 of them again and this time, she found clues in everyone of them. There was a pattern that she needed to solve. The first one solving a poem. She had to choose the correct dress and the poem was the hint. There was 3 dresses that appeared in front of her, a red wedding dress, a royal gold dress, and a black tight dress. The poem stated that the correct answer had something related to a small celebration full of meaning. 

If she was anyone else, she would have chosen the red wedding dress, but she remembered clearly that these dresses belonged to her. She knew the history behind each of them and chose the black tight dress. She wore this dress on his birthday. It was the first time they met each other and because of her family abandoning her, she wore this dress to define her grief.

The dress showed that she knew how to fight, but it showed how lonely she was. That was the night that they both celebrated meeting each other. It was small, but that day they met, was meaningful. If she never met him, she would probably be off the cliff and if he never met her, he would be hated and killed. This was the history to the dress and why she chose it.

Another door opened an entrance to the next cave. Each cave had a poem as a hint and three options for her to choose. Everyone of them was meaningful to her as it was full of nostalgia, but the last one, made her cry.

The seas at calm, the disappearance of the moon, the gleam of the sun - dead

This poem was clearly talking about how him and her had both died on the opposites of the world. It wasn't a lie, she was chased off of a cliff, while he was killed unknowingly. They both did not know how each of them died, but they knew that they had separated when they felt the traces of their soul dying.

She was crying hard on the floor not knowing what to do. She felt that she might fail on this one as it looked like she had to name how he or she died. She was scared to say out loud, but in the end, she gave up and told how she died. It was the tenth cave and just like the others, she expected for the door to open or fire to start springing from the incorrect answer, but another poem popped up instead.

Reunited the butterfly lovers, so shall we...

Seeing this poem made her cry again and when she was drowning in emotions, a rock door moved.

She didn't know that while she was searching for him and busy doing all of her business, Xiao Qiang was busy planning their date for their anniversary. She cried at how he was able to remember their anniversary of the first day they met. He always kept his promises and he continued to do so. She remembered that when they first romanticized, he made a promise to her saying that every year, he would remember to celebrate the day they met.

She cried in front of the door in happiness and sadness. He used the butterfly lover story to describe their story. Just like the butterfly lovers, they went through lots of hard times to be together. He died and so did she, but just like the butterflies, they both reunited after death. 

He made her want to fall in love all over again. Ending her tears, she entered the door to find the cave full of her favorite flower. She really loved plum blossoms for not only their beauty, but also their uses. The table full of food she used to cook for him. She wondered how he cooked all of these food.

"I missed our date, but is it still available?"

Zhao Ling always wanted nothing more than to live a peaceful life independently. However, on a fateful day, she somehow gets transmigrated to the the past. Not any normal ancient civilization though. One that uses spiritual powers. Zhao Ling wants to do everything she can to just go back to her time, but yet, she can't.

Somehow, she came to regain memories and started to pursue through all kinds of troubles to finally someday have everything go back to normal. Wei Qiang, her husband has lost his memories, but he stays stuck to her no matter what. Many kinds of troubles come and Xia Lin solves them with triumph.

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Preview on the story...

On a fine day, Xia Lin's ex-boyfriend comes to greet her. Xia Lin had been with Xiao Qiang for the day showing him the modern world. 

"Hey! Ling Ling nice to see you again. Want to-ahh my eyes!"

Xiao Qiang pulled her into a deep kiss in front of her ex with a triumphant smirk that seems to say, "Hmph! I win."
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At a party, in the restroom, Xiao Qian pulled her into a kiss.

"Xiao Qian, we are at a party."

He pulls out his sad and cute puppy eyes, "But all the men were staring at you."

"Sigh... What am I going to do with you. Your too unfair Xiao Qian."
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After Xia Lin came back from work, she found that Little Tan was missing.

"Honey, where is Little Tan?"

"I sent him to spend time with Father Liu."

"Wh-mph!"

Xiao Qian pushed her down to the bed and started to kiss her. "I need time with you too."

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