Orchid kembali ke Britania setelah 5 tahun lamanya ia pergi bersama bibi nya ke Perancis. kaka dan adiknya sudah berpencar mengenyam takdir mereka masing masing setelah Viscount Davi Louis bangkrut 3 tahun lalu dan kematian istrinya lah yang menjadi akhir dari kejayaannya sebagai bangsawan saat itu. 

Orchid tidak menyangka bahwa ia melewatkan pesakitan keluarganya, tapi dulu merekalah yang memohon pada orchid agar ia saja yang pergi saat itu dan dengan percaya dirinya kaka nya berucap bahwa orchid lah yang harus pergi karena masa depannya suram dan merupakan aib keluarga. 

Itulah patah hati pertama yang orchid alami oleh keluarganya sendiri.

Orchid kembali ke Britania setelah 5 tahun lamanya ia pergi bersama bibi nya ke Perancis. kaka dan adiknya sudah berpencar mengenyam takdir mereka masing masing setelah Viscount Davi Louis bangkrut 3 tahun lalu dan kematian istrinya lah yang menjadi akhir dari kejayaannya sebagai bangsawan saat itu. 

Orchid tidak menyangka bahwa ia melewatkan pesakitan keluarganya, tapi dulu merekalah yang memohon pada orchid agar ia saja yang pergi saat itu dan dengan percaya dirinya kaka nya berucap bahwa orchid lah yang harus pergi karena masa depannya suram dan merupakan aib keluarga. 

Itulah patah hati pertama yang orchid alami oleh keluarganya sendiri.

What happens when two worlds collide. A runner and a hi-caste K-sec Lieutenant officer run into each other after faith has been in prison for 2 years.

Andrea Caputo was a girl who worked as a chef at Serra Restaurant, her parents died and left her and her little sister sick sister alone, one day coincidence brings her and Luca Serra the leader of one of the biggest Italian Mafia together, but also the coincidence has once brought her with the FBI agent Owen Jones when she's put between her little sister and prison what is she going to do?

Luca Serra, one of the most feared Mafia Capos, everyone who dared to say no to him ended up dead, but one day he puts his sight on the best chef at his restaurant, Andrea Caputo when he knew about her sister, he took advantage of her, but what will happen when he finds out that she has been arrested.

Owen Jones, one of the best FBI agents, he was an orphan until one day, a loving family who couldn't have kids, adopted him, but they were killed when he was 18 years old and he knew who was responsible for that so he decided to go after them and became an FBI agent, but what will happen when life gets him and Andrea Caputo together.

Futaru who lived in simplicity and gaming were called "Mr. fav" by his classmate because of his capability of doing chores and decoration perfectly..(*I mean it's so perfect*)....He fell in love with a beautiful girl named Annami but feel unconfident because for him it is impossible for someone like Annami to not having a boyfriend since she is famous and came from a rich family...

 Based on true story..please enjoy!!

"Faith: A strong word and feeling"

Two girls living in different timelines, but connected as one. Have been chosen by two different Gods. 

Mazatl born in the past were the Gods were strong and visible. Living in a small village outside of Tenochtitlan, better known as the Aztec Empire. Chosen by the "Feathered Serpent". Honor is given and faith grown stronger
For sheep being born in modern day society that is not the case. A child of immigrants in America. Western ideas and beliefs shoved down her throat since birth. A god has been planted in her soul but another has taken her heart, none other than the "Smoking Mirror". 

Both have paths they must follow, but what if one was to lead a stray? What would happen to either if them? will a cycle end or start?

"Faith: A strong word and feeling"

Two girls living in different timelines, but connected as one. Have been chosen by two different Gods. 

Mazatl born in the past were the Gods were strong and visible. Living in a small village outside of Tenochtitlan, better known as the Aztec Empire. Chosen by the "Feathered Serpent". Honor is given and faith grown stronger.
For sheep being born in modern day society that is not the case. A child of immigrants in America. Western ideas and beliefs shoved down her throat since birth. A god has been planted in her soul but another has taken her heart, none other than the "Obsidian Smoking Mirror". Sheep has been tasked by Tezcatlipoca to locate Quetzalcoatl.

Both have paths they must follow, but what if one was to lead a stray? What would happen to either if them? will a cycle end or start?

There's a wall in a coffee shop in a small town that is solely dedicated for posting the customer's thoughts and messages. You can just grab a post it, write whatever you want and put it up the wall. The best thing about it? It's anonymous.

Riley is a thinker. She likes to write down her thoughts and feelings and post it on The Wall. She's been doing it for years. But the summer she comes back to her mother's hometown and visits her favorite coffee shop she's surprised to see that The Wall is gone and so were her messages. 

What's worse? Weeks after, her very personal thoughts, feelings and dreams were popping up all over the town - in twitter, instagram and even used as lyrics to songs. 

What should she do? Should she own up to it and risk people judging her for what she wrote or just let it be and keep herself safe under the guise of anonymity?

A twitch. A twist. I felt it in my gut — that subtle twinge at the sight of her. Of that woman. Of all of them.
"Cindy!" I called to the woman down the street. She was strolling along the sidewalk in a beige leather coat, the hint of a skirt just grazing the upper part of her calves. Her long, dark hair swayed languidly in smooth waves down the middle of her back. God, did I miss wrapping my arms around that waist.
She whipped her head around just as I caught up to her on the sidewalk. I planted a kiss on her mauve lips and slipped my arm around the small of her back, right where it belonged.
"Hello, Art," she easily matched my stride as I guided her around the corner. She didn't blush, was barely ruffled. It was like we had started the day like this, joined at the hip. 
"Where are you headed?" I asked, taking in the smooth flesh of her neck, descending into an ample curve at the top of her breasts, which were barely concealed by a thin, pale yellow singlet. 
"Have you forgotten?" Her brow wrinkled.
"I'm just teasing," I responded. "How could anyone forget a date with a girl like you?"
"Well…" She looked up at me through her lashes. "I'm not the only unforgettable one in this scenario."
I grinned. "So last night's encounter will be one for the books."
"Oh yeah," she rejoined. "I'll keep it in the bestsellers." She couldn't stifle the giggle that I knew was making its way up her throat since I wrapped my arm around her.
She absolutely adored me. And that's how I like my girls. Martin — well, Martin was… different, I guess. He  could never get a girl like Cindy no matter how hard he tried. I'd have to get them for him.
"What's that smirk for?" Cindy asked, nudging the corner of my mouth with a red-painted index finger. "You got me something, didn't you?" Her eyes lit up with excitement. I flinched, but she didn't notice. God, was Martin annoying.
"We'll see," I murmured as I guided her into the quaint little restaurant where we'd reserved an intimate table for two.
"Wonderful," Cindy sighed as she slowly sank into her chair and curled one dainty ankle behind the other. The chair was lush, upholstered with damask that looked just as soft and smooth to the touch as the flesh on Cindy's prominent, rounded cheekbones. Sometimes just looking at her bright, elegantly sculpted face reminded me of a plump, fresh peach, just ready to be sliced open, its juice pooling serenely underneath it.
I reached into the inner pocket of my jacket and fingered the slim felt jewellery box that contained a very delicate, very expensive pearl necklace. This would reel her in, no doubt.
I freed my hand and leaned across the table to take both her hands in mine. Her nails were painted a lustrous pearl white — just perfect for what I was about to give her.
I chose this restaurant because of its exclusivity. I wanted Cindy to know that I had friends in high places, that I could get her practically anything she wanted. I knew that that was what would make her feel secure in this relationship. That glimmer in her eye when she spotted the hundreds in my wallet when I paid for dinner on our first date was my first clue. When I first took her to my home, she marvelled at every piece of expensive furniture, decoration, and architecture. We had rough, needy, violent sex that night — much wilder than I had ever experienced with her.
Now, she seemed absolutely giddy sitting in a high-backed chair fit for a queen.
"Excuse me a moment," I said. "Going to the restroom."
I had lied. I really wanted to take out the necklace and surprise her with it by placing it around her neck from behind when I came back. She'd love being surprised like that — she was predictable that way.
Though I knew Cindy well, I knew this place even better. The restrooms were near the back of the restaurant, their doors almost invisible as they sunk into the wall panelling. The mirrors were framed with intricate, gold-coloured vines and fruit.
I smiled when I caught my reflection in one of the mirrors. People always told me my best feature was my eyes; they were pleasant, alluring. I'd come to love them too, and used them to my advantage.

As he slowly realizes he is not alone in his mind and body, Martin discovers there is a malicious entity within him capable of selfish cruelty. In his attempt to unify his fragmented identity, his journey gives him a glimpse into his traumatic past, and eventually allows him to come to terms with the irreconcilable nature of the personalities battling for control within him.

"I see myself slowly changing. Into what or who, I don't know. I'm acting differently, saying things I never would. People I've never met approach me like a friend and, before I can think, I respond as if I know them too. When I look in the mirror, I see a different face. At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, but I'm becoming dead certain it isn't me staring back anymore."

Abel used a few normal gems to redecorate the big sword's handguard so that no one could see the internal magical power of the gems held within the long sword. He repolished handguards, along with a curved decoration strip made as well as adjusting the small and shattered gemstones of the sword. This transformed the sword from a normal sword of hundred skills an ultra-luxury, deluxe edition of an Ice magic sword of hundred skills.
 The explosion that occurred on the other day had dispelled Abel's plan to create The Ancient Vow rune. The defense power he possessed was nowhere as strong enough to withhold its power. It would be very dangerous if it exploded again during his second try.
Time flew, and in a blink of an eye, three months had already past. 
Nowadays, Abel was living a very fulfilling lifestyle. He has already forged over twelve swords of a hundred skills, one of them being the ultra-luxurious, deluxe edition of the ice magical sword of hundred skills. He even produced five shields of hundred skills, made of rough iron. These shields were made as preparations for his future plan to make The Ancient Vow in the rune system. 
It was already April, and the weather was becoming warmer and warmer. People who worked in the forgery had already begun forging weapons right from the morning.
"Abel, you and I are going to the Blacksmith's union in Harvest City today." Said Master Bentham as he looked towards Abel who was still recovering his energy to make another one of his One Hundred-skilled bases.
"Why are we going to the blacksmith's union at Harvest City, and what are we doing?" Abel questioned Master Bentham with a strange look on his face.
Master Bentham replied to Abel's question with an excited tone; "After you made the magic sword, I have requested a swordmaster from the blacksmith union to assess your sword. I got the news from the blacksmith's union yesterday, and they notified me that they will be assessing you tomorrow."
 "Congratulations, master!" Abel knew Master Bentham was only called the blacksmith Master Bentham by the locals. Being able to make a hundred-skilled rough iron was only the fundamentals of becoming a master. In order to truly be approved by the blacksmith union as a Blacksmith Master, one would need a very diverse and profound skill set. Therefore, Master Bentham was only a competent master, but not a blacksmith master.
"Why are you congratulating me?, I am only the person who helped you apply." Bentham gently padded Abel's head, "For my entire life, I have been trying to forge magical weapons. I will never succeed to make one, though, and that's why I could never become a real Blacksmith Master. However, the fact that you can make magic weapons, it shows that you are already worthy to surpass what I'm capable of." 
At first, Abel doesn't seem to have a lot of interest in becoming a Blacksmith master. However, when he realized that he could learn more runes if he becomes a master, as well as on the strong recommendation from Master Bentham, he agreed and said: "I will go and prepare now."
Abel loaded nine normal swords of hundred skills, and one luxurious, deluxe edition of the fire-magic sword of hundred skills onto Master Bentham horse carriage from his private operating room. Abel decided to leave 2 of those normal swords of a hundred skills at his own "Harry's Weapon Shop". The rest of them were being sold in Edmund's Boutique Shop for money. If all the swords were being sold through Harry's shop, it would hugely impact the prices of those swords in the local market, which would also lead to suspicion from other weapon shops. Ultimately, this could bring a huge disadvantage to his shop in Harvest City, which was just taken recently off the hands of Lord Joel. One of the main advantages of trading it to Edmund's Boutique shop was that they have distribution shops all around the country. This meant that they could easily sell off the seven swords. The luxury sword, on the other hand, could be auctioned off by the boutique shop which would generate a large amount of profit for Abel.
The carriage trip to harvest city was bumpy as usual. Abel already had plans of crafting a vibration-damping carriage so that the ride won't be as bumpy. At around 10 am in the morning, the horse carriage finally arrived at the Blacksmith's Union which was located in the center of the town.
The Blacksmith Union was a multinational organization in the mainland. The organization was created three thousand years ago by a couple of humans and dwarfs, who were all blacksmith elders three thousand years ago. After all these years, even the Orcs have joined the organization. This ultimately formed the blacksmith union that was known today. The unions mainly assessed the blacksmiths' ability and handed out medals according to their skill level. However, they also provided protection for those blacksmiths who had joined the organization.
The moment Bentham and Abel entered the Union's hall, a dwarf with a large beard walked towards them. This was the first time that Abel had seen a dwarf in his life. He tried his very best and controlled himself from not staring at the dwarf.
 "Bentham, my old friend, the union notified me to host as soon as they heard about your application." The dwarf then held his arms wide opened and Bentham lowered his body to give him a hug.
When they finished hugging each other, Bentham laughed and said, "I can't believe the union is telling you to host the assessment, I still remember the days where we were being taught by Mr. Robin. After so many years, you still look so young."
Abel was a little speechless as he looked over at the dwarf with his face covered with his large beard. He couldn't imagine what Bentham meant when he said that his dwarf friend was young.
"This is my student, Abel, and Harry." Bentham pointed at Abel who was standing on the side and introduced him to the dwarf.
Bentham then turned around and said to Harry, "This is master Sorin Oakshield, a junior who studied with me."
Sorin Oakshield jumped in and yelled, "I am your senior, mind you! "
"Back when we studied together, when I was a young adult, you were still a child. So, of course, I am your senior." Bentham laughed.
"Oh, I am older than you, yet I was still a child?" Master Sorin yelled as he waved his fists around.
Abel finally understood the argument between the two of them as he watched from the side. Dwarfs generally had a longer life span, usually about 500 years. But normal humans could only live for around 100 years, so that's why they were having this banter with one another.
Master Sorin knew that there wouldn't be a point to continue to dwell on this topic, so he quickly turned his head and began talking about Abel, "So is this the person that will be assessed to become the new blacksmith master? he is way too young! You only have one chance in your lifetime to apply for an assessment to become a blacksmith master and you gave it to him?"
These questions clearly showed that Sorin did not trust Abel's ability. Every skill that a blacksmith acquired, needed time to perfect and master.
I am almost 60 years old, and I am losing my essence, I am afraid that I cannot become a blacksmith master anymore. I would never have the chance to use this application, but-," Master Bentham looked directly towards Abel and said: "Ever since Abel became a student of mine, he had created miracles again and again. I believe that he has the ability to become a Master Blacksmith, and that's why I brought him here for an assessment."
 "Ok, up to you, then. Let us begin the assessment," Master Sorin lead both of them into the workshop. There were 3 mirrors placed on the wall, there was a blacksmith workbench in the middle with all the tools that they need and there was also a blacksmith furnace on the side that was burning.
 Sorin then took out 6 red gems and placed them on the notch of the wall. All of a sudden, the mirror's surface began to shake. Three figures including, a dwarf and two humans began to emerge.
Master Bentham then proceeded to bow to the three figures in the mirror, "Hello masters. Sorry for interrupting your time."
Abel seemed to be quite amazed and shocked at the same time. Then, Master Sorin began to explain the procedures of the assessment to him. Master Blacksmiths had 5 chances to apply for a grandmaster assignment. A top tier blacksmith was a once in a lifetime chance. After the application was passed, there would be a grandmaster here to be the witness, and the other 3 will be remotely assessing the processes of the procedures through a magical array.
This type of magic array was made by the Array master of the elves. It could only transfer images, but it cannot transfer sound.
"Let's start," Master Sorin said to Abel after explaining the rules and procedures.
Abel remained silent, he first bowed to Master Sorin and the three masters on the mirrors.
The raw materials on the workbench were very high quality. Abel took a piece of the material and threw it into the furnace. After a short period of time, he took out the material and hammered it back and forth. Due to his highly trained proficient skill and speed, it only took a little over 2 hours to forge the material to the 80 skills. Now he only needed to further forge them from 80 skills to 100 skills
Since he was using up his Power of Will, the speed of him forging the material from 80 to 100 was even faster than before. Master Sorin began to look at Abel in a new light. The skillful use of his Power of Will when it comes to forging was not very common among the masters. Instead, most masters would use their experience to forge the martial from 80 skills to 100 skills.
 It didn't take long for the materials to be forged to 100 skills. After taking a small break, Abel began to shape the sword. The time flew past quickly, and the sword has taken its shape. Abel did not stop there. He proceeded to use the chisel to open a small indent on the handguard.
This move suddenly grabbed Master Sorin's attention. He immediately turned to Master Bentham with a look of doubt. But Master Bentham nodded back to Sorin confidently, confirming his belief in his student.
Master Sorin knew that although Bentham had been trying to forge a sword like this for his entire life, Bentham had failed. However, now it seemed that his student was able to complete his cherished desire.
The moment Abel took out his rune pen. Master Sorin's confirmed his suspicions. Magical weapons were some of the highest tier weapons. It was considered precious even from the master tier weapon perspective.
 Seeing That Abel was in a state of deep focus as he drew the runes. The 3 masters in the mirror immediately knew what weapon it would be. Therefore, they began to pay even closer attention.
The final process of embedding the blue gem and the guidance of The Power of Will went smoothly. Soon, an ice magical sword was completed. Although it was not decorated, the masters agreed—this ice magical sword was fabulous, and it had well surpassed the blacksmith master examination standards. 
Master Sorin turned around and looked at the 3 figures in the mirror. After all the masters nodded in confirmation. Master Sorin took out a medal from his chest directly and spoke to Abel with a serious tone, "Congratulations, Abel Harry master, you are now the 36th blacksmith master in the blacksmith union."
After these words, Master Sorin placed the medal in front of Abel's chest. He then stepped up and gave Abel a hug. Just like Master Bentham, Abel also bent down to return Master Sorin's hug. This gesture of kindness shown that Master Sorin was now treating Abel as an equal.
The three masters from the mirror have also bowed at Abel. As soon as Abel finished returning the bow, the figures vanished from the mirror.


I was reincarnated into another world, and I brought the Horadric Cube from Diablo II with me. 
Being a knight is cool and all, but being a wizard is pretty neat as well.
So, which one will it be?
  

At the School of the Afterlife, mirrors had a special meaning; each mirror represented a person and hid a memory. The scene before him shocked Chen Ge. He had been at the school for so long and had not seen much mirrors. It turned out that all of them had been hidden there. "Mirrors represent memories, and memories hide one's secrets. The door pusher has been spying on everyone's past."
The door had the same color as the wall; they practically were one and the same. With the reports covering the outer wall, after the death of the door pusher, no one would expect such a room to exist behind the wall of shame.
"This door pusher had a unique hobby. The despair behind the door twisted him, or he gave up on himself and opened his arms to embrace the abyss." Chen Ge was curious about every door pusher, and the School of the Afterlife's door pusher was the only dead door pusher, so he was worth studying.
"Keep close to me." Chen Ge dragged Xu Yin into the hidden room.
"I'm not lying to you. This is the headmaster's office that you wished to come to. The door pusher is the school's owner, and this room is the most hidden room in the school." The doll argued for his innocence, but Chen Ge's attention was distracted by the things inside the room. He did not notice the doll's change. The room was not big. It had no windows, and the only point of connection to the outside world was the door.
"This is the most suffocating room I've ever been in." Bai Qiulin carried the mirror, but he did not follow Chen Ge. He only took a glance and shook his head. "Trapping oneself inside a room filled with mirrors, looking at one's reflection always, even a Specter would rarely decide to do something like that."
"Don't underestimate these mirrors." Chen Ge picked up the broken mirrors on the ground carefully. He held the piece before his eyes, but the reflection was not his own. The mirror was empty; it looked strange and rather pitiful. "The School of the Afterlife is different from other scenarios, and one of the reasons is the existence of these mirrors. Regardless, the secret behind them should be found in this room."
There was barely anywhere to stand in the room; the mirrors and their pieces overlapped over each other, reflecting one another. It was like the school's consciousness above their head, everyone's memory and consciousness overlapping together.
"I've led you to the headmaster's office, so that should prove to you my sincerity." The doll pulled on Chen Ge's clothes to have Chen Ge look at him.
"Hmm." That was Chen Ge's only reply. He was attracted by one of the mirrors in the corner of the room. Most of the mirrors in the room were broken, with irregular edges and blood or stain on their surfaces, but the mirror at the edge was perfectly preserved. It gave off a faded red light, and blood streamed down its surface like something was trying to come out.
"Whose mirror could this be? From the appearance, it looks like a girl's mirror. Could it be Chang Wenyu's?" Chen Ge was suddenly reminded of a problem. If there was a mirror that corresponded to every student in the school, was it possible that Zhang Ya's mirror was there as well?
Shaking his head, Chen Ge pushed this thought out of his mind. Zhang Ya had already killed the door pusher, so why would she leave her mirror behind? With that in mind, Chen Ge's curiosity grew. "Xu Yin, go and get that mirror."
Chen Ge caught the doll, afraid that this was part of his conspiracy. So, to be careful, he would not have the doll have any contact with anything in the room. Listening to Chen Ge's order, Xu Yin walked to the corner, but once he stepped on the mirrors on the ground, all the mirrors started to bleed. Cracks formed, and the mirrors were like mouths that opened up to consume Xu Yin.
"Come back!" Chen Ge yelled. Once Xu Yin stopped, the mirrors in the room slowly returned to normal. Chen Ge felt a tug on his shirt, he turned back to see a new line had appeared on the doll.
"Once you touch the mirrors, the school's consciousness will target you. What happened earlier was a warning."
"I can only look at them but not touch them?"
"Not really. The warning should only work on Red Specters. If it's just a normal lingering spirit, the reaction won't be so intense."
"What if it's a living person?" Chen Ge returned the doll to Xu Yin. "The door pusher and the school's consciousness would not have expected a living person to enter this room. When I picked up a broken mirror earlier, it did not react at all."
"I have no clue…"
Chen Ge stopped asking for the doll's opinion. With a careful step, he moved into the room. Like he expected, nothing changed.
"Xu Yin, guard right there, and don't move."
Moving slowly forward, Chen Ge was stepping on the pile of broken mirrors. "Sorry for the offense." Every mirror held a memory, so Chen Ge apologized in advance to make himself feel better. Lowering his head to look, this place was like a mirror cemetery.
"Only the mirror in the corner has blood flowing on its surface. Whose mirror could it be?" Chen Ge already possessed the painter's mirror, but that information came from a non-smiler, so it could not be trusted fully. Chen Ge could trip easily from the pieces underneath his feet. Being injured was a small thing; Chen Ge did not wish to break the mirrors. He slowly moved his body, and it took him a minute to reach the corner. He squatted down to study the mirror before him. This mirror was different from the others. When he saw the mirror, more blood appeared on the surface like this was not a mirror but a beating heart.
"There is something inside the mirror." Chen Ge used his Yin Yang Vision and realized that the mirror covered in blood was reflecting the room that he was in. Inside the enclosed place littered with broken mirrors, a man in a red shirt was squatting in the corner looking at a girl's mirror with extreme focus.
"Wait a minute! This scene is similar to what…" Chen Ge prepared to retreat when the man in the corner suddenly turned around. The man looked eighty percent like Chen Ge, and the scary thing was that his facial features were still changing, becoming more and more like Chen Ge's.
"A scapegoat?" Chen Ge was still moving back when the man in the mirror screamed. He pulled madly at his face, until he dug pieces of flesh out like the face represented extreme tragedy.
As the man in the mirror went mad, a loud voice came from outside the corridor. Then Chen Ge heard the old headmaster. "Chen Ge! Something is wrong with the school's consciousness! The eye is bleeding!"


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

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