This is a short about people from earth being brought into an interview with aliens who want to check out our earth.

"Look we are very sorry man. We did not want it to happen this way." Steve patted the man's shoulder trying to calm him down. He then turned to look at the officers with an apologetic face. "We are very sorry officers, for wasting your time. Please free the boy, he is innocent."
The police officer sighed feeling extremely silly and then immediately opened the man's handcuffs, patting the boy's shoulders. "Sorry boy."
The boy heaved a sigh of relief as finally his hands were open, and the police left in their vehicles. He then turned to look at the guards who still had the guns in their hands. "But why were you trying to shoot me?"
"Come boy. Let's talk in the building." Steve patted the boy's shoulder and they all started walking towards the building. Steve was walking ahead while; the boy was walking with the guards.
"You do not know our boss. If we do not fulfil our duty the boss gets angry at us." The guard whispered in the boy's ear.
The boy halted for a few seconds and gulped. The boy had no idea who was going to take his interview and how it was going to be.
Steve turned to look at the nervous man in confusion. ''Why did you stop? Come?'
"Right." The boy pursed his lips thinking what kind of strictness he will have to face. If the work has to be done any how even at the cost of firing a bullet, then the authorities must be really strict. "Oh lord save me." He whispered looking at the sky.
They all walked inside the building and Steve turned around to look at the man. 'Please sit and have some water. I will inform the boss, and you can bring you dog along. We do not have any issues."
The boy nodded and then quietly sat down, holding his bag in his hand. The dog had now popped out its head and was looking at the boy with nervous eyes. "It is ok fluffy. It was just a misunderstanding. Here, have some water." The boy instead of having the water himself, made the puppy drink water from the bottle, patting its back lovingly. "I will then take you home, and feed you. Ok."
Meanwhile...
Ezra had spotted the men coming back towards the building and the police cars leaving the spot. "Finally!" she placed her hand on the forehead heaving a sigh of relief. She walked inside the office and turned on the cameras, to look at the man. She could now see the man's back sitting on a bench. He was happily feeding the dog some water, lovingly patting its back. "Hmm... interesting.'
Just then the phone rang besides the girl and she picked it up instantly.
"Madam, It is all fine now. The candidate is sitting in the lounge. When shall I send him to the office?" Steve spoke in a polite and formal tone.
"Thank you Steve. Send him now to my office... Oh and...Please arrange for some dog food." She smiled looking at the camera. "Actually food for puppy. Almost a month old."
"Huh? Ok madam." Steve put down the phone in surprise. He had not noticed the dog in the man's bag and was stunned that his boss was demanding dog food.
Ezra was constantly smiling at the camera, and the man suddenly got up from the seat talking to somebody. She then quickly switched off the camera knowing the man was now on his way to her office. She sat quietly on her boss's chair, waiting for the door to be knocked. She had never been this excited to hold the interview of somebody. There were several things about the man that had really impressed her, despite his improper attire and hair.
Meanwhile...
The boy had started walking towards the office after he was told the way to it. Though
He had seen Ezra in interviews and magazines, he had never before seen her in person and neither did he know that she herself will be taking the interview. He was now walking in the long corridor, which directly opened to Ezra's office. He could see the door of her office slightly open.
Just then he heard the tiny puppy in his bag let out a slow cry and he halted taking out the puppy from his bag. He placed the puppy on the floor, looking at him carefully. "what happened? Are you feeling suffocated?"
The puppy tilted its head a bit at the man's words and looked in his eyes with its blue colored tiny round eyes. He then let out a loud bark and instantly ran towards the office ahead, wagging its tail playfully.
"Nooo! Fluffy come back. You will get me fired, even before I get hired." The man whispered loudly but the puppy had now already entered the partially open door, running inside, on its carpeted floor.
Ezra who was looking at her phone looked at the door in surprise. She felt that somebody had just entered but to her surprise nobody was there. Suddenly she heard a slight bark and she quickly got up on her feet and walked across the table. A tiny white colored puppy was sitting on the carpet, with its blue eyes looking intently at the dog food that had just been ordered by Ezra.
"Ohh!! You tiny thing... you are so cute." Ezra spoke in much adoration and quickly transferred the contents of the food in a bowl, mixing it with milk. She then placed the bowl in front of the puppy that pounced on it hungrily. He was now rapidly eating the food and was wagging its tail side by side in excitement. Ezra could not help but chuckle looking at its tiny tail and its tiny hips, moving left and right in sheer joy. She sat down on her knees, near the dog and started patting its back lovingly. "You poor thing, how hungry you are. Eat your heart out."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Ezra looked up a bit, still chuckling. "come in please."


Rhehan expected her to fall for his wicked smile. The moment he tried to touch her uncovered thigh , he was thrusted with a tight slap on his right cheek.

The beautiful woman sitting in his front cursed him and stormed out of the cafe.
The nymphomaniac within him took a break again and he could not even sleep.

He had to take revenge for the slap.
How dare she hit him like that? Doesn't she know who he is? How can a girl possibly be not affected by his looks and wealth? 
.....
The next day he entered the same cafe and ordered everyone to move out. Nobody had the courage to refuse him. As soon as the girl was also about to leave, he held her waist and pushed her closer to his already lusty body.
It was just the two of them in the cafe.

" Not you my dear," he said holding her waist and feeling her curves on his hardness.
.....
What will prevail Love or Lust? For a nymphomaniac man like Rhehan is it possible to love anybody in his life?

Get ready to experience a rollar-coaster ride of Love, romance, mystery, magic and action.?


P.S.

Since many people are confused about me using the term Nymphomaniac for a male, I would like to clarify that there is a reason I have done that! 

Volume 1 (Finished)
Volume 2 (beginning)
Volume 2(The CEO's addiction)


You will get to know about it in later chapters! ?

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"We are out here interviewing anyone who will speak to us about what has been happening.  The scene is dramatic and tragic, yet heartwarming.  So many people have come out of their way to help victims of this senseless crime."  Rob reported excitedly but with sincerity, "Excuse me, sir!  I'm Rob with channel sixteen news.  Can you answer a few questions?"

"Yeah, I guess I can but let's make it quick." 

"Okay thank you.  Were you in the crowd when the first car drove through it?  If so, can you describe the scene?"

The bystander replied with a cracking voice, "So, I guess I was there.  I was actually about a half-block from where the first car started mowing people over.  Bodies were sent ten, maybe even fifteen feet in the air.  People were screaming like I've never heard before..." his eyes welled up "...sorry, excuse me for a second." 

Rob said, "No problem.  Take all the time you need."

"I came across a young child, maybe ten years old, who had been hit by the car.  He was lying in a pool of his own blood, that's where all of this mess came from," the interviewee said, pointing to his clothes, "he was alive when I got to him.  I tried everything I could to help him, he died.  You hear that?!  He died you spineless sons of bitches!  Sorry, I saw the second car plow through the other side of the street, then barreling towards me.  I fled into a building until the commotion died down.  That's all."

"Thank you for taking the time to speak with me today.  I wish you well." Rob said as he darted towards a police officer.  "Excuse me, officer.  Can I ask you a couple of questions?"

"Do you think I got time for that?  Really?  God damn reporters!  Get him outta here!"  the officer yelled.

"Yes sir, sorry.  Let's see if I can find anyone else to speak with me."

A young woman walked in Rob's direction. 

"Ma'am!  Excuse me would you mind speaking with me for a moment?"  Rob asked as he jabbed the microphone in her face.

"S-s-sure." she replied stunned, standing in her blood-soaked clothes.

"First off, is that your blood?  Are you okay?"

"Um...yeah, no.  Some of it is but, yeah I'm fine, but I was trying to help an elderly woman who was...was crushed by a light pole.  She was covered in blood, her clothes...they were stained red.  A piece of the light pole had jabbed into her abdomen.  She was crying for her husband who was lying dead a few feet from her." she broke down on camera and cut off the interview.

"I am so sorry, ma'am.  Please go, get looked at.  Get yourself taken care of, thank you."

Rob sprinted to the scene of the third car.  He was stopped over a block away by a line of officers. 

He spoke to an officer, "Excuse me, I am a member of the press.  I want to get my camera crew in there and get some interviews."

"That ain't gonna happen.  You need to stay behind this line." the officer told Rob.

Rob caught a glimpse of some action down the block.  "What's going on down there?  Is there a suspect still alive?  Why do they have the car surrounded?"

"No comment!  Get outta here!"

"Hey, Steve!"  Rob yelled to his cameraman.  "We're going to go around this way.  If we cut through this alley I think we can avoid the blockade, maybe even get an interview and some good shots of the action."

As they ran through the alley a large explosion tore through the area. 

"Oh shit, did you feel that!  I could feel the heat from that explosion!"  Rob screamed. 

Steve was still filming everything. 

"Look!  Do you see that?  Point the camera over there."  Rob was pointing towards several downed officers near what was a car, but now, was just a shell consumed in a ball of fire. 

"If you're still watching at home, this just happened.  We felt an explosion and as we came through the alley behind us we stumbled upon this carnage.  At least ten officers are down around an exploded car.  Building's have been severely damaged near the bla..." Rob paused.  "Steve!  Are you getting this?  Several armed people just ran from one of those buildings over there, I believe it was the Bed, Bath, and Beyond.  What are they doing?"

Steve and Rob dropped to the ground, trying to get in cover. 

"Keep filming Steve!  Folks if you are still watching, please call the police department.  They need to know that these armed men are heading right for them."  Gunshots rang out seconds later. 

"Oh my God!  I hope those officers are okay.  Everyone at home please pr...Oh shit, Steve run!"

The gunmen spotted Rob and Steve.  Steve kept filming with Rob just a couple steps ahead of him. 

"So we are now the targets.  Melissa, sweetie, if you're watching this I love you.  If anything happens tell the kids I love them too."  Rob said.  His phone was ringing in his pocket.

"Steve, we're going to go back through that alley."  Rob said panting. "I'm not sure we're going to make it but any viewers at home..."  Rob stopped mid-sentence as five armed men formed a line at the end of the alleyway.  The other men were still running up behind him and Steve. 

"Put the camera down!" one of the gunmen yelled in a thick Irish accent. 

"We are live right now.  Everyone will see you guys.  Everyone will know who you are.  You won't get away with this!"  Rob exclaimed. 

Steve laid the camera down by his feet but kept it on record.  He raised his hands to show them he was not going to fight with them. 

"Step forward, cameraman!" 

Steve stepped forward without saying a word.

"Don't listen to them Steve!  They're going to kill us either way!"

Steve's backside appeared on camera.  He took a few more steps then his body jitterbugged as his body was filled with bullet holes.  The camera caught it all, so did everyone still watching. 

"Fuck!  Why?  He followed your commands.  He wasn't armed."  Rob screamed with frustration and fear in his voice. 

"We're just repo..."  Rob was cut off mid-sentence.

"Report this!" a gunmen yelled as both groups of men began firing at Rob. 

Rob fell stomach first to the ground.  His face landing directly in front of the camera.  He mouthed the words "I Love You" through the blood that was pouring out of his mouth.  One of the gunmen grabbed Rob by his hair and tossed him aside.  He grabbed the camera.

"America, so big and bad, but look.  Not so much anymore.  If you haven't been watching, this is happening in several cities across your disgusting country."  the gunmen gave a big smile to the camera as he shut it off.

This is a collection of 24 flash fiction stories in a variety of genres.  From horror to action to romance there is something for everyone.

After setting up the printer, Sylvan whispers something to Yve,
"The representatives of each department are scheduled to be ready in about 30 minutes."
"Why?"
 "Yesterday, Mr. Lester asked if it would be possible to interview other personnel as part of your school project."
 "The representatives are employees from each department. I told them there's no need to send their managers or assistant managers." Sylvan explained.
"Hmm… okay. Just inform them we will be there on time." Yve responded and turned to her team members.
"Guys, I heard you requested to interview other personnel. Sylvan has arranged some of them in the next room. They will be arriving in 30 minutes." Yve informed them.
"Thank you so much, Yve." They all replied and focused on editing once more.
Yve and Lester finished their respective tasks and the latter was able to apply the changes in their final output when Yve's phone rang. Without looking at the name on the phone, Yve answered it.
"Yes? Yve speaking."
"Dear, are you busy at the moment?" the woman on the phone asked.
"Mom! Not at the moment at least. Why did you call? Is anything wrong?" Yve casually responded while she excused herself and went out of the room to avoid disturbing the people working.
"Nothing. I just want to inform you that I booked an appointment with a psychiatrist this Saturday. I hope you can come with me." Maddie kindly requests Yve.
"Of course! I'll be happy to. Around what time would it be so that I can place it on my schedule?" Yve happily and readily agreed to her mother.
Just like that the two women continued talking to each other. It was only interrupted when Sylvan informs her that it's almost time to start the interview. Yve bid Maddie goodbye and returned to her team mates' company and noticed that they had finished their works and are now ready to conduct the interview.
In the base, Vince is getting ready to report to work when he saw Slayne and remembered Yve's admission earlier today. He will not reprimand the team as it was Yve's request to him but he definitely want to know what is their current plan.
"Slayne…." Vince called out to the man.
"Yes, Primo?"
"I want to talk to you about Red Stripes and the mastermind behind the attack. Follow me." Vince answered and instructed the latter who followed him towards his room immediately.
"Primo, what do you want to know?"
"What's Yve's plan for Jenny?" Vince asked.
"We don't know much about it. She asked us to research about it but she planned to deal with her on her own." Slayn answered.
"About her security then?" Vince asked.
"We tightened the security and she agreed to have more people around as long as they're not visible. So Eybelle and her team are guarding her in the shadows.
"Hmm…. I see. Thank you. Later, I want you, Sylvan and Eybelle to attend the meeting with Team Bravo. Since Jenny hurt Yve, she is also included in the list. Even if Yve plans to deal with Jenny on her own, I will help her on the sidelines."
"Roger that, Boss!"
"Keep this from her though as I will not make my first move not until Yve does." Vince instructed him.
"So what do you plan to do about Jenny?"
"I will just amplify the effect of Yve's actions. So I need to know her more. Investigate and be ready to report tonight."
"Yes, Sir!"
As Vince finished talking to Slayne, Yve's team is almost finished interviewing the representatives. As a conclusion, Yve said,
"Thank you very much for coming to this interview as part of my academic homework. I truly appreciate it."
"You're welcome, Miss Yve."
"I hope we were able to be of help."
"I know you will do well in your homework in the same way as our president."
The representative took turns in replying to their boss before leaving the room.
When the representatives left the room, Yve and the rest returned to their room as well.
"You still have time to work on your new articles before lunch. I hope you can submit your drafts before lunch so that I can check it for you to edit during the lesson time later." Yve shared her thoughts.
"I agree with that. I will also have enough time to place it on the final output. The soonest it's finished the more time we all have to do checking on the layout on the final output." Lester shared the same sentiment to the team.
"We understand." The rest of the team replied.
Yve called Sylvan's attention and reminded him on the snacks and lunch. Sylvan understood the instruction immediately. Yve started filling up the leader's form as tasked by their professor. As a leader, she is required to give feedback on the performances of her team members and her team mates are also given the chance to give feedback on her performance as a leader.
Now at school, Jenny and her team mates had just arrived from one of the companies Steve is managing. The company Steve chose for them was actually an entertainment company he recently acquired. Steve is planning to have Jenny manage it in the future. He thought it would be a good practice for Jenny and with his sister's love for entertainment, Jenny would surely love it. He also heard that Stones, which is currently managed by Vince, has an entertainment company as a subsidy.
As they walk toward the school building, students are staring at them because of the car that Jenny drove. She drove a red SUV with is a famous and expensive European car which got everyone's attention.
Not minding them as she's used to the attention, Jenny instructed the team, "I'll be asking the reports during our lesson time. We will also have meeting after class ."
 Her members went on to their separate ways to continue their respective tasks.
'This time, I will make sure that Yve's group will not get a higher score than my group.' Jenny swore as she went to the school cafeteria to eat her lunch.


Today is another busy day for me. Work and home are the only places I go to for the past 3 years. The end of THAT relationship ended my happy, easy-going life. But then, when I think about it, it was not his fault but mine. My friends would tell me that I need to move on. I HAVE MOVED ON. It's just I don't want any side trips anymore in my life. I have my dreams and I am working hard for it. Little did I know what the destiny has installed for me.

"Mom, I still love her. She ended the relationship without any valid reason and I didn't agree."

"But son, what if the reason is that she doesn't love you anymore? Isn't that a reason valid enough for you?"

"I have to know it this time, mom. I did try to go out on dates but still failed. I think meeting her again will help me know what is happening with me."

"I guess I have no other choice. But remember, don't let her disrupt your plans and the family's business."

"I know, mom. Steph, book my flight to the Philippines tomorrow."

"Vincent! Why are you in so much rush?!"

"Because I believe that the early bird gets the worm."



Just wait for me, Yve. I will get you back by hook or by crook.

Airfield in Britain.
"I still can't believe you thought I was afraid of airplanes." James says walking right in "I appreciate the free alcohol though."
"I can't believe he out drank the super solider." Bucky says 
"What happened again? I still have a pounding headache." Dum Dum Dugan says walking in to the plane.
"So the file said we are sharing the plane?" Sandstorm asks.
"That would be us." an older man says  easily in his 50s maybe even 60s
"What are you doing dropping behind enemy lines?" Gabe says shocked that an old man would willingly go to war.
"What's your unit?" Cap asks a little concerned.
"We are the Monuments Men or that's what some
Call us. I am George L. Stout. Well men come on introduce yourselves." 
"James Rorimer"
"Ralph Warner Hammett"
"Robert K. Posey"
"Walter Hancock"
"Lincoln Kirstein"
"Ronald E.  Balfour"
(A/n sorry if I missed one kinda going through handwritten scanned documents from the American Smithsonian online archive. Haven't done something like that since I went through the online nasa archive. They are really old websites.)
"Have any of you guys shot a gun before?" Pinky Pinkerton asks
"I have, I was commissioned in the Kings Royal Rifle Corps before I was sent to interview recruits. And now I'm here. Preparing to drop into Italy behind enemy lines to save art work that is priceless." Ronald says
"I could drink to that" Victor says pulling a flask out of who knows where.
"Captain they have a map table wanna go over the plan again?" Jim asks knowing several of the people here were too drunk to remember it from last night.
"Well these guys are dropping in on Rome." Steve says pointing at the monument men.
"However we are dropping in farther north. Probably by Bologna where we will commandeer a car and head towards the hydra base here in the mountains." Steve says 
"I still don't see why Russia wouldn't let us borrow their Antonov A-40." Sandstorm says
"You realized when we asked to borrow that they started hunting for a spy right?" Steve asks not knowing how this girl knew about a secret flying tank plan.
"But only a B-17 would be able to tow it. Russian planes wouldn't handle the load without shaking and destabilizing the bomber." Sandstorm says again.
"Considering the fact those bombers will not be main use for another year it's also a surprise you knew about it... the Americans started checking for spies as well." Steve says wishing he knew the endless trouble the girl would cause.
"But the test flight was in 1938! It's not that secret. We should hurry up and upgrade from the B-25s." Sandstorm says again.
====================
Several hours later Sandstorm is woken up from the side door opening.
"This is our drop zone. Good luck on your mission Captain America." One of the Monument men says before jumping out.
"Do you guys remember the mission objectives?" Steve asks the group now that they are alone.
"Destroy base, collect information, and steal as much technology as we can." Sandstorm
Says
"Stark also wants whatever was powering those energy cartridges." Steve says
"40 mins to drop zone. Watch out cause cloud coverage is a bit low." The copilot says back towards us.
"Thanks" Bucky says
"Hey... Umm I could I have your guys autographs for my kid?" The copilot asks.
"Sure"Steve says and Signs it passing it around to be signed by everyone.
======================
38 minutes later
"We should be over the drop zone now."  Copilot 
"Remember rendezvous is at the church." Steve says before jumping out.
Followed by Sandstorm who didn't have a parachute.
"You guys noticed that right? She's going to die." Happy Sam says
"She seemed to know what she was doing." James says 
"I prefer the parachute though." Victor says knowing he and James also don't really need one either.

A genius programer named mike destined to die early at the age of 60 was hit by a truck.
We come to find him now a her as she became his video game character from the game  his 7 friends spent the past 10 years working on.
An now we can see the one of the most ridiculous existences explore the endless path and infinite cosmos. As the new reborn goddess Sandstorm begins her Odyssey.   


I have seen a lot of different anime and read several thousands of books at this point. I will probably take inspiration for things and not even know it especially since my naming sense is trash. 
I also want to say besides Fateoria, my Mc, and the people in Fareoria it is likely I will not own any of the other worlds or stories that my character will interact with.

"The War of the Century: Kevin Taylor Back to His Peak!"
The latest boxing magazine's cover was a picture of Taylor holding up his golden belt after he won the match.
"Good picture with a perfect angle from the bottom up. Like Taylor is a king on his throne." Ayres put down the magazine and turned to Dai Li to ask, "Did you think about what I told you last time?"
"What you said last time?" Li Dai was confused for a moment.
"Finding a full-time manager," said Ayres.
"You mean that! I've thought it over. You're right. I really need a full-time manager here. In the future, I will expand the training center or open a few branches. I cannot manage it with only myself. " Dai Li sighed and added, "But there are few suitable candidates for this position. The manager must know both management and sports. So, it might take some time to find a suitable one. I'm not worrying about it."
"If you want such a manager, I have a candidate for you," Ayres said.
Dai Li was interested. Ayres was a legendary boxing instructor who knew a lot of people. His recommendation would be better than Steve's.
Seeing that Dai Li was interested, Ayres then said, "I have a student, whose name is Randy Blake. I do not know if you know him."
"Your student? A boxer?" Dai Li asked.
"He was a boxer twenty years ago." Ayres added in nostalgia, "In fact, he was my worst student. Most of my students won golden belts. But Randy-Blake won nothing in his entire career. When I think about it now, I feel pretty embarrassed."
"Blake likes sports very much. His short legs stopped him from playing American football, and his short arms stopped him from playing basketball. And his near-sightedness limited his development as a baseball player. Finally, he chose to be a boxer. Unfortunately, he didn't have a great talent in boxing. Even I couldn't teach him to win golden belts."
"Blake was my assistant coach for a while after his retirement. He wanted to be a boxing coach, which was a common choice for retired boxers. But he is not talented in coaching, so he returned to university to study for a degree in management."
"Later, he became a sales agent for a brand of protein and healthcare products and did a good job. But he still could not give up sports. Right now he is working as an obscure sports commentator. His advantage is that he knows about many sports programs. Track and field, boxing, basketball, American football, baseball, tennis, and so on. He has many opportunities for sports commentary."
"Personally, I think Blake is the right man for your training center. He knows about sales and sports. And he knows a lot of people in the field of sports. He is not an excellent athlete or coach, but I think he will become a successful manager."
"Blake might not ask for a high salary. You know that professional boxers can make a lot of money. The fact that he did not earn any golden belt did not stop him from making big money through professional boxing, so salary is not important to him. What he wants the most is a stage to do something he is interested in, to use his advantages."
Dai Li nodded. "Sounds like a very good guy. If he has your recommendation, then I'm more than happy to let him try! But let's be clear; I will weed him out if he is unqualified."
…
Steve was reading dozens of sports magazines, one by one. Almost every sports magazine had an article about Taylor, especially the boxing magazines.
"Kevin Taylor, 33 years old now. It's hard to imagine a 33-year-old boxer returning to his peak!" Steve sighed slightly and then opened another magazine.
The magazine had a full page report on Taylor with a different angle than other sports magazines. This article focused on the money Taylor earned from that "War of the Century."
Taylor was paid $20 million for the match. And that was not surprising. His appearance fee a decade ago had reached that level. The bonus of the game was $100 million. Traditionally, the winner receives 60% of it, and that's $60 million! And there are other sources of income. It's a lot of money... D*mn it! I almost became Taylor's agent not long ago. If I were Taylor's agent, I would be getting tens of millions of dollars! Not being Taylor's manager was one of the worst decisions I've ever made.
Steve suddenly felt that he had lost the biggest income in his life. He had been Phillip's agent for a long time, and had only earned several million dollars. That was less than what Taylor's agent earned from one of Taylor's matches.
Steve regretted his decision very much. He hadn't become Taylor's agent when he found out about Taylor's debts of more than twenty million dollars. Steve thought that an old boxing king at the end of his career life could never pay such debts with his limited remaining commercial value. But he hadn't foreseen that Taylor would come back to the top of the field of boxing to be the super boxing king who could make a billion dollars in a single fight again.
Maybe I still can do something. So far, I haven't heard that Taylor has found a new agent. I should try again!
…
Dai Li showed Randy Blake around the training center and then they came back to the office.
"What do you think of my business here, Blake?" Dai Li asked as he gave Blake a cup of coffee.
"Thank you." Blake took the coffee cup and said, "Honestly, I don't think you've done enough marketing. Your training center brought Kevin Taylor back to the top. Taylor is your sharpest weapon, but you have not made good use of the weapon."
"I had a poster of Taylor on the door, and I had him on the leaflet," Dai Li explained in a low voice.
"It's not nearly enough. It's like being given a sniper rifle and using it as a stick. The rifle will work as a stick if you want it to, but using it as a stick cannot let out its true power," said Blake.
"Oh, I see. Like an old saying in my country, take a musket to kill a butterfly. That's what I'm doing here," said Dai Li.
And Blake added, "Kevin Taylor is known to the world. You need to use his fame as free advertising to let more people know about your training center. That's not simply advertising with banners and posters. What you need is a series of promotional programs, including media interviews, internet marketing and so on."
"For example. In terms of media programs, you may have an interview to talk about Taylor's training after he came back, and how he got back to the top. Such an interview about Taylor will be invaluable marketing for you and your training center. What's more, you can post some training videos of Taylor online, especially videos of some catchy training programs. And in those videos, you may put some displays with your training center's name in inconspicuous places in the background. That is a sort of advertising. People watching the videos will also see your training center."
"And you may..."
Blake went on and on about his ideas. And Dai Li listened carefully and took notes like a student. At that time Dai Li thought Randy-Blake was perfect to be the CEO.
…
"Mr. Taylor, I know you haven't found a new agent yet. You may choose me if you want," Steve said and handed a towel to Taylor.
"Steve, thank you for your kindness. To tell you the truth, I don't want an agent now," said Taylor.
"Why? You must have an agent. You have now returned to the top. You are now a heavyweight boxing king with the greatest commercial value. I can help you find a lot of top-level endorsements, which could bring you hundreds of millions," Steve said.
"I'm not going to take any more endorsements. You know, my reputation is not so good. I think advertisers will certainly think twice before asking me to endorse them. My past is not flawless, and sponsors will make requirements that I don't want to be bound by."
Taylor wiped the sweat from his head and added, "I just want to make money by boxing. The income of boxers is very high. I can earn tens of millions of dollars for one match. My savings will be enough for the rest of my life if things keep going the way they are."
Taylor was right. In the opinion of sponsors, he was a man with flaws. Endorsement agreements would surely come with additional requirements. For example, he would be required not to do anything that might harm the brand image of the sponsor. If he violated the terms, he wouldn't be paid, and he might even be sued by the sponsor for compensation.
Additional requirements of that sort were nothing for well-behaved athletes. But Taylor was unpredictable. It was possible for him to do something stupid someday.
However, Taylor was a sum of walking dollars in Steve's eyes. Steve would not give up easily. So, he continued, "Taylor, no one hates more money. Your bonus and appearance fees are great, and more than enough for an average person. But who would not want a better life? A better life needs more money. Now you are able to make more money. Why don't you want it? When you are about to retire in a few years, you will be too old to make money then."
Taylor shook his head. "I'm very satisfied with my situation now. I am already planning to make some low-risk investments. I know several reputable financial advisers on Wall Street. Giving my money to them can bring me significant income. I was once robbed of almost all my money by James King. So, with all due respect, I don't trust any agent now."
"I am not an asshole like James King. I'm a virtuous agent. I'll only ask for what I deserve. You can ask Phillip if you don't believe me. I have never stolen his income," Steve added.
"Forget it. I don't want to give another part of my income to my agent." Taylor shook his head firmly.
"Another part? What do you mean?" Steve caught the point.
Taylor smiled. Then he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Coach Li gets twenty percent of the money I make as a training fee. You see, I have lost twenty percent of my income. So, I don't want to give any more to another agent."
What? Coach Li gets twenty percent of your income? Steve was surprised. He knew it was tens of millions of dollars without counting.
He asked immediately, "Why does Coach Li get twenty percent of your income?"
"I signed the contract with him during my suspension period," Taylor said with a simple smile. "I thought he was doing charity and was willing to help a bankrupted former boxer. But now it seems his choice was right. But he deserves it. Without Coach Li, I wouldn't have reached where I am now. If he wanted it, I would give him more money."
Taylor showed no complaint, and his words were more like a "thanks."
Taylor was a smart man. He did not know what Dai Li had done to him, but he knew that he could not have been in his current physical condition without Dai Li. And he knew without Dai Li, "White Devil" Ayres would be coaching Hopkins. Then he would not have had any chance to defeat Hopkins and to get two world-class golden belts.
…
Steve was feeling more and more regretful as he left the training center in his car.
Twenty percent of his income! How much do I get as an agent? Five percent of the game bonus of the athletes, and ten percent of their income from commercial endorsements? My God, Dai Li makes way more money than me! How could such a coach exist? A coach asking for no fixed training fees, but a share of the athlete's income.
Oh, and Phillip! Besides Taylor, five percent of Phillip's income goes to Dai Li, too! He's just a coach. Doesn't he realize he wants too much?
Steve, at that moment, felt extremely unhappy. Thinking of tens of millions of dollars of income sharing and more money in the future, it seemed that a cake that should have belonged to Steve had been stolen by Dai Li.
I don't care about Taylor, but the five percent of Phillip's income is mine. I must get that back. I must renegotiate with Dai Li about the contract that includes the five percent of income sharing! Otherwise... Steve was getting angrier. He stopped the car and got out his mobile phone to make a call.
"Hello? Is this the AP Physical Training Center? My name is Steve, the agent of Barron Phillip, 'the Blade Warrior.' Yes! The disabled athlete who lost his legs... His physical training contract is about to expire and he is interested in the AP Physical Training Center... Yes, I think we can meet to discuss that..."


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

Hello everyone I hope you guys have enjoyed the story till now and are waiting to know what happened in the meeting, so without wasting any more time let's get into the story.😊😘

So as Li and Steve were sitting together between them Edi was sitting and the meeting started and first they formally introduced them self to the seniors and then they also told about what were their dreams and in which field they were intrusted in. After listening to all of them speak the seniors came to a conclusion that all the kids were very sweet in their own way and the seniors just forgot the reason way they had come to meet the kids. So they again came to reality because of a question put forth by JJ she asked them whether will they kick out the kids if they don't   pass or get less marks in the interview ? they actually laughed at her for such a question and then one of the senior started speaking that was non-other than Joseph he told the kids 

Joseph-" you don't have to worry kids because this interview is not what you people are thinking it just a questions and answer session to know what you guys want to take up for your future that's it , actually you don't have to prepare writing, reading and learning all the time just when the teachers call go one by one in the order as how you guys told your name just know and sit in the same order even after coming out of the from that meeting hall, and don't hide any feeling from them just tell them the true answer for all the questions and don't forget the order thing because that is what will help our teachers to decided which rooms should be allotted and with whom it should be allotted, so kids all the best and cheer up don't be tensed and we are here to take care of you kids not only for today but for this whole month if have anything to ask or if you want to tell something you guys can approach any one of us and if you anything else is also needed please feel free to ask us thank you kids "

This is how he started and ended his speech after he told this there was complete silence for almost twenty to thirty seconds and then In stood up and asked 
In -"So senior you are telling us that there is no interview as such all we have to do is to tell the teacher what are we interested in and who are friends are so that we can stay together isn't it ?"
After all In said all that Joseph had told but just in a sentence this made the group of seniors speechless but they agreed to the fact and told yes. After that moment the hall which was completely silent just started to brake with a laud noise made by the little kids. At the end the kids were happy as well as the seniors .

To know what happened next , lets wait and read .🥰🥰🥰
Until then bye…..bye . 🤗🤗🤗🤗

Dī dī! ~

"This way! This way!…"

"Why hasn't the professional team arrived yet?!"

"Be careful! Don't stand there!"

When Lin Rui returned to the basement with Matt, the wharf of the factory collapsed by him was finished. Police and special rescue teams were rushing to rescue the collapsed factory building quickly. Because this factory building is only a simple concrete steel structure, so this collapse is really thorough, gravel and steel mix together, rescue operations have not made much progress.

Kaka!

Bang!

While rescuers on the ruins were carefully checking the life signals below, something suddenly came out in the corner of the ruins, as if someone was knocking under a stone.

"Hey! Be quiet! Everybody shut up!!! The Captain of the rescue team, who have been paying attention to the situation, heard the tiny voice and quickly shouted.

Hoo!

In the next moment, the people still on the ruins have all stopped their movements and even the sound of breathing is suppressed.

Bang ~bang ~bang ~bang~

Finally, the rhythmic voice was heard by everyone.

"This side! Kurt! Come here and save whoever it is making that noise!" Quickly determining the position of the movement, the Captain waved a group of rescuers and told them seriously.

"Sure! Captain!" Kurt took his team to spread out the newly acquired plant structure on the ruins and answered with a serious face.

"All right! Looks like this is just a solid triangle! Get the equipment up! " After studying the following structure, Kurt shouted in the direction of the sound coming from under the ruins.

Then, the rescue workers around with the equipment had rushed in the next second.

...

"The rope is going down!"

"Be careful! Slow down! Slow down! Be careful!"

"Up! Come up!"

Huh!

Finally, after more than an hour of careful excavation, the rescue team finally caught the survivor below slowly with a rope.

"Hey! Lucky guy! Are you ok!?" Looking at the guy covered in dust, the rescue Captain asked with a smile.

"Huh~ I'm fine! However, I need to see detective Danny right away!" The rescued man did not feel very happy but suddenly began to say such a sentence.

The lucky guy who wasn't crushed in the explosion turned out to be the newcomer to the Jeston gang who had been asking questions outside the Matt container, but it's just a fake identity. He has another hidden identity. The lucky guy's real name is Steve Wolf, he is an undercover cop sent to Jeston Gang and he has been collecting evidence on Jeston Gang's unlawful crime.

While Steve was secretly investigating Jeston Gang, Lin Rui just appeared to be up against Jeston Gang and he was just sent to fill in the number of people involved in the operation against Lin Rui. Steve was also worried that the newly emerged Vigilante would be caught under Jeston Gang's elaborate arrangement, and he was wondering whether to expose himself to help him. But in the end, he was almost buried under the ruins and died!

"This guy… is too fierce! However, the Jeston Gang has a relationship with the Mutants organization. This line is also very important!" Sitting in an ambulance and resting in a blanket, Steve looked at the ruins in front of him and thought to himself.

"Ah! Some of the reports have to be written!" Steve is a big shot at thinking about what happened tonight. Jeston Gang, the Mutants group, the blind Vigilante, and the guys who made such a big scene tonight.

Lin Rui did not know that there was an undercover police officer in the ruins of the dock when he had bombarded the factory. He was slowly waking up on the sofa in Matt's basement because the toxins in the body had been solved.

Sha sha~

"Ahh ~ My head!" Moving down on the sofa, Lin Rui slowly wakes up and cries out, covering his head.

Although the poison in Lin Rui has been cleared up, Claire used only half of the antidote because she misunderstood the last half of Lin Rui's sentence, so he is still weak.

"Eh? I am… In Matt's basement!" Lin Rui, who was slightly awake, suddenly became alert and quickly scanned his surroundings, then determined his position.

He subconsciously touched his face and the mask was still there. "Claire doesn't seem to see my face." Lin Rui is a little more relaxed.

At this point, opposite Lin Rui, Matt was lying there as still as he was when he was rescued last night. But looking at the wounds that have been treated and the normal pace of recovery, it should not be a big obstacle. Claire fell asleep beside Matt, and it seemed that she was tired last night.

"System! System!" Lin Rui, who has recovered his energy, remembers what happened before and yells at the system loudly in his mind.

"What?" The sound of the system is still so lazy.

"What?! Why didn't you tell me when I was poisoned last night? If it wasn't for Claire would I be poisoned directly?!" Remembering last night, Lin Rui is very angry.

"First, I have no obligation to tell you these kinds of things. Second, even if you didn't take the antidote, you wouldn't die. Your physical fitness is enough to withstand this low toxin and you would have only taken a few days to recover." The system indifferent answered.

Lin Rui: "… You are ruthless! "

Huh~

Just as Lin Rui was yelling at the system, Matt on the opposite sofa had some movements and he seemed to wake up. Lin Rui quickly turned his eyes to Matt.

"Cough cough!" A cough signals Matt's formal awakening, but it also awakened Claire, who was sleeping beside him.

"Matt! You woke up!" Claire looked up quickly and shouted in surprise.

"Well, how did I get back?" Matt, who had just woken up, had apparently not sensed Lin Rui, who was opposite him and asked hoarsely.

"Yes..."

"Cough! Of course, I saved you." Just as Claire was ready to answer, Lin Rui could not help but be ignored and began to speak for himself.

"Ah! You woke up too!" Claire turned quickly when she heard a voice coming from behind.

"Well, if you weren't just focusing on Matt, I think you'd have seen me long ago." Lin Rui also joked lightly, apparently to see what Claire meant to Matt.

"This…"

"Mirage Knight? You saved me?" Just when Claire was embarrassed, Matt finally sensed the presence of Lin Rui and asked again.

"Who else? You were captured for helping me to inquire about the information of Jeston Gang. I certainly have the responsibility to save you back." Lin Rui said seriously.

"Matt, I called Mirage Knight. Two days after you disappeared, I was worried about you." Claire said at the side.

"If I knew that there were Mutants with the Jeston Gang, I wouldn't let you call Mirage Knight when I was in trouble." When he heard Claire, Matt said seriously. In fact, with the strength of Matt, without the two Mutants, Jeston Gang can't take him completely.

"What? Don't believe in my strength?" Lin Rui asked a bit uncomfortable when he heard Matt's words.

"I believe in your strength, but they were obviously prepared for you. I was worried that you will have an accident. I was captured alone. If you fall into it, it would have been bad." Matt looked in the direction of Lin Rui and explained earnestly that when he was tortured by Jeston Gang, he always hoped that Lin Rui would not come to rescue him.

"But you are still beyond my imagination! Didn't you meet those two Mutants?" Finally, Matt asked curiously. In his estimation of Lin Rui's strength, he would not be the rivals of the two Mutants.

"I did" It was very hard for me to save you, for which I paid a high price! " Lin Rui answered with a serious face and opened his clothes to look at the wound on his stomach, but the healing was almost done.

"Thank you!" Since Lin Rui said so, Matt did not ask for details anymore, thanking him sincerely.

"No, I said it at the beginning, it was my responsibility." He waved his hand and said indifferently. It's good to save people back, and those Reward points that are spent will always be earned back.

"Right! Although you were caught by Jeston Gang this time, did you know anything before? Although it seems inappropriate to ask this now, Lin Rui doesn't think Matt will mind it.

"Well, I met those two Mutants on the next day and before that, I had some information, including some recent transactions by Jeston Gang and the hiding places of some important people." Sure enough, Matt did find out something useful.

"Good! Now that they have started targeting us, of course, we have to pay them back! I don't believe they can send two Mutants to the stands every time they trade!" Lin Rui has consumed a lot of Reward points this time and he will get revenge for those reward points by beating down the Jeston Gang.

"That's what I'm going to do!" Matt suffered a lot of injuries this time and his bad mood was already worse than that of Lin Rui.

"But are you sure no one else has seen your face? The people in that factory have been killed by me. I'm afraid your identity is no longer confidential." Speaking of continuing to crack down on Jeston Gang, Lin Rui is now worried about Matt's identity exposure. Vigilante, whose real identity is exposed is no longer safe.

"Do you think they'll bother to check my identity when they catch me? I was dead in their eyes. So if you're sure that everyone in that factory is dead, then I'm not exposed." The corners of his mouth were slightly warped, Matt said as if he were laughing at himself.

"Are you sure?" Lin Rui still feels a little insecure.

"Do you think there is a difference whether my identity is exposed or not? Why not gamble?"

"That is also true."

"Well, let's talk about how to deal with Jeston Gang. Now that they have the means to invite Mutants, I don't think it's that easy to deal with them. Matt didn't talk too much about his identity, so he turned the topic directly to something more important.

"Well, I think we need a careful plan now."

Then, Lin Rui and Matt started a series of discussions on how to deal with Jeston Gang and made some feasible plans. Claire listened at the side, prepared coffee and some food for them and sometimes offered some opinions.

Unconsciously, a faint ray of sunshine came into the dark basement, and it was almost dawn.

"Eh? What time is it?" Seeing the sunshine coming in, Lin Rui suddenly asked.

"It's almost six o'clock," Claire replied after looking at the watch.

"Ah! What should I do? I have to go home quickly! There is still an interview today!" After hearing it was six o'clock, Lin Rui suddenly jumped up from the sofa and shouted.

Matt: "…" He really forgot that Lin Rui was a high school student.

Claire: "…" She didn't know that Vigilante had to interview.

"Let Claire take you back. you should be home by seven o'clock."

"That's all I can do! Hurry up! Hurry up! "

In this way, a few minutes later, Lin Rui was in Claire's car and headed quickly towards Queens.

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Mark 

It was 4:30PM. I had 30 minutes before this thing starts and I had no clothes. Ah, but what else is new. 

I opened my phone to the radio app and looked for Steve's show's podcast. He interviewed LJ last night and Burt said it was brutal. I saw that the app remembered up to what point I had been listening, and I pressed play. I adjusted the volume on my earphones, settled into my chair, folded my arms and closed my eyes. 

"So, this is your second solo album, would you like to tell my listeners what's special about this album?" Steve asked LJ. 

"I don't know, what _is_ special about my new solo album, Steve?" I laughed already. LJ was trolling Steve in the most annoying way.

"Honestly, I haven't really listened to it," Steve countered, which I knew was a big fat lie. He wasn't going to let LJ win, of course.

"Oh, so you can't tell me what you think about the song I wrote," LJ tsked. 

"I heard it was about enlisting in the army, I didn't know that you were considering changing careers." 

LJ of course took him seriously and stopped joking. "No, it just means that I just want to protect somebody," he said. "It's a metaphor." 

"A metaphor," Steve repeated. "What's that?"

"It's food," LJ replied. I was laughing so hard that tears were forming in my eyes. 

"What are you laughing at?" 

I looked up and saw Kate with Lynn, the make up artist, who was going through her make up bag. I stopped the podcast and pulled the buds from my ears. "Steve interviewing LJ for his new album. The podcast is up." 

"Oh, I love LJ's new album!" she said enthusiastically, sitting in the chair beside me, "It's better than his first one. Actually, I was going to tell you that I think yours was the best one of all your solos, but after listening to LJ's, I'm sorry, LJ's is now my favourite."

"Missy said you say that each time any of us releases a solo," I snorted at her. She giggled, then held her face still so that Lynn could fix her eyebrows. 

"If it's any consolation," she said, still immobile, "I have a soft spot for Home. Especially that part where you sing, 'I'm so tired, but it's not like I miss you or anything...'"

I listened to her murder her favourite lyric from my single and thought it was the right decision for her to quit music and concentrate on acting. "It's not about you," I said. 

"I know," she smirked at me as Lynn looked through her make up bag.

I liked how easy it was to hang out with Kate now, how we can joke around with each other. She's a much better friend than a girlfriend. Last year, we were a mess. Or I was a mess. Yeah, I was a mess by myself. If Tiffany had never told me that Kate thought I slept with Amy, we would never have come to this nice truce. And I don't think I'd be able to make this movie with her either. 

 "Aren't you getting dressed?" 

"Jamie's bringing me my clothes," I said. 

"Oh, nice," she said. She kept her face still again so that Lynn could continue to work on her. I put the earbuds back in and pressed play. 

"So, this song," Steve said, "you're singing about getting on your knees and begging for forgiveness, is this something most soldiers do?" 

"Yes, it's inspired by those drills they do during military training, where they walk through the mud on their knees," LJ replied. 

I laughed aloud again and both Kate and Lynn jumped and stared at me. I waved my hands at them in apology, and kept laughing. 

"That's so interesting, J," Steve said. "I noticed this since last year when you released your first solo, your songs all seem to be about breaking up. Did you actually break up with someone?" 

"Well, I was going to ask you about that, because you wrote most of the songs," LJ replied, although he sounded like he was about to lose it. 

"Ah," Steve said, agreeably. "That's why this album is ace. Let's listen to your latest single, shall we? Ladies and gentlemen, here is LJ and..."

I pulled the buds out again, still cackling. Burt is right, it is gold. 

I opened the group chat and texted, "Guys, best interview ever." 

LJ: [I'm disappointed, actually. Steve didn't ask me who my ideal type was.]

Steve: [Duh, I know it's me, so why ask?]

Jamie: [Ewww, you guys. Mark, I'm looking for parking, will be five minutes.]

Steve: [WTH? We got here earlier than you? That's like some weird glitch in the matrix.]

LJ: [He was probably having sex, give him a break.]

Jamie: [Shut the fuck up, LJ.] 

Steve: [Yeah, LJ, ewww. Don't talk about your Mommy that way. Mark, Missy said to tell Kate her band is here.]

I quickly typed, "Haha, k." And put my phone away. I looked at Kate. "Your band is here." 

"Yay," Kate grinned, as Lynn shifted to her hair. "Are you guys doing another round of solos again or releasing a full band album or what?" 

I thought about Burt who was up in North mountain, catching fish in the river and walking Billy to and from school every morning. The longest he had been back in the city was when he made and promoted his solo a few months ago. Before that, he was 100% gone from the public eye and Barnes worried that nobody would remember who he was. But his album hit #1 in two days and people said it was going to sweep all the best male awards. Big F was now so rich from both Burt and Steve that Ned told him to take his time and come back when he was ready. Which may have been a bad idea. If you were Ned. 

All our albums did well, but Burt's was so good that he could retire for two lifetimes. I see Michelle more than Burt these days, she still does the odd make up job, and, as promised, was the official MUA for all our public appearances when we were promoting albums. Except this one, because she had the baby yesterday. We're flying up there tomorrow to visit. Burt said I can be the godfather this time, I can't wait.

I looked at Kate earnestly. There was a time when I thought she would have my babies. I was so young and stupid back then.

I smiled at her. "We're going to do a Goddess Athena tribute album." 

"What?!" Kate laughed. 

"It's the album everyone never knew they needed," I imitated Antonia trying to sell us a concept. "We'll wear hot pants and heels, I've already worn them for this movie, so you know, it's not that hard." I started shimmying and singing her verse. "Even if your overwhelmed heart were to explode, even if it flies off with the wind, right now, this moment, the world is yours..."

"Stop it!" Kate slapped me, laughing so hard. Lynn pulled her hands back, and grinned along. 

I stopped singing and continued to convince her. "It will be great! Steve will sing Missy's parts, of course. LJ will sing yours so he can concentrate on dancing. Jay-fanny is a ship name for a reason. Burt can sing Princess' parts. Oh, and everybody else's parts because there IS 8 of you, Vivi's, Sue's, Honey's. And I'll do Jenny's parts because I'm the prettiest." 

"What do you mean so LJ can concentrate on dancing, I have substantial singing parts," Kate argued, hotly. There's the temper I know and don't really miss.

"It's _our_ album, so you can't do anything about it," I shrugged. "You just have to be grateful we're keeping your memory alive." 

"You dork," Kate laughed. 

I grinned and opened my phone again. Missy posted a selfie with the other girls and Steve and LJ. Steve had his arms around her waist, and was resting his chin on her shoulder. LJ had his Rock Star on but his hands were clasped together like he does when he doesn't know where to put them. Poor schmuck only got Rory to talk to him again a few days ago, he doesn't want to sabotage it by having his arms around a Goddess Athena in a photo. At least, he was still wearing their blue couple bracelet from 3 years ago.

Missy's caption read "Family reunion at Marky and Kate's new baby! Jia you, guys!" 25,000 likes in 2 minutes. 

A comment from Tiffany: [I wish I was there! Jia you, K-Mark!]

"What is K-Mark?" I asked aloud. 

Kate laughed. "That's our couple name," she looked rightfully embarrassed. "You know, like Jay-Fanny. Is that Tiffany? She slipped, stupid girl. It's just supposed to be among us."

I nodded. "How come you never told me we had a couple name?" 

"Because it's so lame," she laughed. Then she said. "She's coming home this weekend."

I nodded again, not looking up from my phone. "To see Micky." 

"Well, yes, among other things, but you never know."

I looked at her. She was acting all coy, like she does when she's making fun of me. "Are you shipping us?"

"Maybe," she shrugged. Then started singing. "...it's not like I miss you or anything..."

I snorted and looked at my phone again. 

Juliette posted a photo. It was a picture of the flowers that I gave her last night. I've been to the ballet a lot recently. 

Her caption read, "So I was told that #MarkNextDoor went to watch our show again last night. Why do I never see him? There is such a thing as meeting the artists backstage! Hint hint! And to whoever it was who left me these flowers, thank you! I hope you enjoyed!" 

I smiled. And pressed the heart under the photo. 

"Mark!" Jamie burst into the room with my clothes. "I'm so sorry." 

"It's okay," I got up, chucking my phone onto the table in front of me. "A boy next door needs to get laid, too." 

He punched me hard in the shoulder as I laughed at him. It was so worth it. "God, Jame, you're really glowing this time."

And, he really was glowing, I shit you not. He grinned as he said, "Shut up and get dressed before I break your legs."




/The end

Boy Next Door is a boyband, and the story of five men who spent nine years as every teenaged girl's dream boys. They are at the point where they begin to wonder if this is all there is to their life. Each chapter is told from the POV of each boy, as they negotiate their careers, their fame, their relationships with the people they love and the people who love them, and their relationships with each other. There are chapters with graphic erotica, so if you’re maybe 13 or so, yes, your favourite boybands have sex, sorry ‘bout that.

This story is inspired by real people and events. Some of these story arcs and conversations may seem familiar, but it is mostly a work of fiction and meant for fun, not to slander or harm anyone’s reputations. If you recognize who this band is, I understand if you drop this halfway through, but worry not because nobody from the band dies. I started writing this because I wanted to give my protagonists a happy ending. We do deserve that much.

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