Writing prompts from me to you. I personally cant write well, might aswell share ideas.

TMS is now well and truly ended.
Thank you Islinda for giving this story a chance for a contract. I hope it proves well for Webnovel.
To all TMS regular readers and supporters. I won't name you individually to respect your anonymity.  With my deepest respect, thank you for your time, interaction and support.  A story can be written.  It's only when it's read that it becomes a tale. 
And I won't forget those from Tapread and Wattpad who gave Hinata and Eiji's drama a chance when it was there.  I've been blessed.
Here is an omake about its own small journey to close the curtains. 
---WPC #46 - To My Sunflower's Journey---
A moment of nostalgia as I look back to the contest that helped me form the concept for this story. Otherwise, I would've never written it.
---[[Writing Prompts Contest #46:Fall in Love with a Soldier
"Believe it or not, the only way we kept in touch was through letters. We would write to each other about our days, about our lives. They were all innocent letters, but they were amazing because it gave me an insight into how simple a person he was."
What it feels like loving a soldier?
"When you fall in love with a soldier, you fall in love with your country; when you fall in love with a soldier, nothing is set in stone on your end. Plans can and will change at the drop of a hat and planning ahead is impossible.
Though all that is true, so is when you fall in love with a soldier, you've found the best there is.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've found someone who not only loves you more than his own life but loves his country more than his own life as well.
When you fall in love with a soldier, a kiss is worth a million dollars, and no expensive gift can compare.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with someone who appreciates having a bed, running water and warm food.
When you fall in love with a soldier, you've fallen in love with not who you've prayed for, but someone so much more.
Thank you, God, for letting me fall in love with my soldier."
(Emily Richeson)https://forum.webnovel.com/d/18335-writing-prompts-contests-45-46]]---
The winner of my prompt was a book that is now on hiatus. No other entries qualified. At the time I didn't realize that having votes was the rank qualifier. So my book was instantly disqualified.
Despite not making it past the car park, so to speak, I kept this story going. I had moved it to Wattpad and continued to post chapters there.
I entered it into a Wattpad community award, and had eventually won the award for Historical Fiction, but never received the prize for it. 😆
That's okay. Knowing that my writing was enough to be a winner in a judge's eyes was cool. It won over some quality stories as well. That was a prize enough for me.
After some time, I started posting the story to Tapread where it picked up read interest there. Then I got a ping from Islinda who liked the lone chapter I had left on the book page.  
This story has been a blast to write. I'm proud of what I've been able to achieve with it. I have no regrets of what I leave behind, as I have given my best shot.
♥♥
Arigatōgozaimashita.  
Until next time. Take care.♥


Hinata longed for his Eiji to return from war. Alone in the idyllic countryside whilst other areas of Japan were torn asunder. One day, he receives a letter from his lover filled with the scent of sunflowers and his undying love for him. Followed by official news of his presumed death at Iwo Jima. Heartbroken. Yet determined to honor his promise to Eiji; to live the life they were unable to live together.

Eiji fought honorably for Japan at Iwo Jima. He fell injured in a banzai charge to be classified as dead. He recovered with the aid of an American lieutenant, who escorted him back into the mainland for espionage work. His one chance and hope of return to Hinata's side.

A compelling risk of a war story set at the end of the Pacific War, 1945. Two sides of the war, on Japanese soil, are shown from the individual perspectives of same-sex lovers Hinata and Eiji. 

More than a boys love. This story is an emotional drama, revealing heart and souls of people surviving America's assault on Japan. The consequences suffered at war's end.

Guys I made this story to join from contest I previous Writing Prompts Contest 123: Female Lead - Werewolf Sighted on Campus! But now it's already end and I think I don't make make it. So if someone reading this story of mine cause I'm planning to not update it every day since I have another 3 story and it's my priority cause I join it as well in the contest. But if someone will opposed at my decision please do tell me I will change my mine immediately cause for all of my story so far this is what I really like... Hehe so please... Tell if anybody want to an update every day just tell me!!

A girl who hate by her whole clan because of her late parents sin.
She's indeed a traitor for all eyes but still she care and submitted to them.

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She is standing in front of her parents little by little eating by the fire burning in the middle of their surrounding clan. She can't do anything other than crying. Beside there are punish because of her.

Because she's born into the world.

Her father is half vampire and half wolf who happen to get fall in love with her wolf mother.

They hide their relationship to everyone since a wolf can't be fall to there enemy's. 

A vampire...

But her mother got pregnant and there relationship revealed to there clan they parents got away and hide. Until in her 10th birthday came and there clan find them and now she's staring at her parents getting burned...


She instantly wake up from her bad nightmare when her auntie shake her to wake up.

Lyca wake up your getting late at school.

She open her eyes wider when she heard that.

No it can't be! I don't want people focus there attention toward me.

I smiled widely at my aunt she's my mother sister who adapt her since her parents died. She love her aunt she is the only one accept her as she is there's no one care about her other than her aunt.

Her clan? Well she's like a trash to them and useless.

I stand up and take a bath and move fast as I can since it's already ten minutes before her class starts.

As she got out of there house she run fast so she can't be late.

I really hope that my power comes out already like the other teenagers at her age but maybe because her father is half only her changing form comes delay.
That was her aunt say. She well maybe she's lying and I don't have power at all.

But it doesn't matter as long as I live I won't lost my hope.

As I cross the street I suddenly jumped in surprised when someone car appears inforn of me. I good thing is I avoid it from running fast.

I sigh... That was close.

Hey if you want to die go on but don't take anyone with you!

The driver said.

I just stoop my head and run again.


I was entering at the school when someone bump in to me.

Hey stupid are you blind! 

I stoop and say sorry. 
But the someone grabbed me and hold my chin up. 

Wohh look who's who! 

I stare at the guy in front of me with silence cause I know I'm pretty doomed. 

Cause I bump into the most notorious guy in the campos together with his allied..

What am I going to do? 
Mom... Dad... 
I think I'm going to be with you anytime soon...

Hey, guys.  I have some unpleasant news to discuss.

I first created this novel to enter a biweekly writing prompts contest hosted by Webnovel.  Starting three days late,  I felt that I didn't have time to create a proper outline for the novel so I hopped right in.  This has resulted in a myriad of problems popping up with regards to story progression and the overall quality of the book.

Now that I have a bit of time since the contest is over. I want to work on a few things before the novel gets too far along.  I'll mainly be outlining arcs, villains, power progression, character development, and reworking previous chapters so that they're grammatically better and easier to read.

I can not stress this next point enough.

THIS DOES NOT MEAN THAT THIS NOVEL WILL BE DROPPED. 

It's just that I'll be taking a break from this story to work on a few other projects that I've thought up.
  
Thanks for being so understanding,
Victim

[Escape is Impossible has joined the chatroom.]

Escape is Impossible: "Hello, is anyone there?  I was advised to come here after the deed was done."

Wishful Thinking: "Ahh, a new memeber joins us this day.  Welcome, if you have any issues or questions feel free to reach out.  After all, we all share a similar interest here."

Escape is impossible: "I only have one question right now.  How do I properly dispose of the body?"

As I gazed at the absurd chat before me I could only pray in my heart and ask again.  "System, what do want me to do again?"

"Host has 8 hours to apprehend the murderer known as Escape is Impossible before he successfully disposes of his victim's body.   Failure to do so will result in the termination of the host."

;)What the fuck are these things.

"I don't know but I'm scared," Mu said licking the sea salt off his lips.

;)What are you hungry you want to eat them, why the fuck are you licking your lips.

"Because they're chapped," Mu said furiously giving his lips some tongue.

;)Stop that it's weird even the fucking mutants are getting creeped out.

"I'm trying to get them to accept me," Mu thought to the voice not stopping his voracious tongue movement on his lips.

;)Don't use those words.

"What it's what I'm doing," Mu said while juggling his saliva across his lips.

;)Goddamnit there is just some things you don't describe look you scared away the mutants with your words.

"Oh I guess I'll stop then," Mu said resting his tongue back into it's wet lair called the mouth.

;)What are you doing know.

"Flexing my tongue it's sore," Mu said while pulsating his tongue from stiff to soft.

;)STOP.

"Is the tongue a muscle," Mu asked the voice.

;)W..what.

In another part of the universe another Mu was sitting down beside a fire with a monocle in his eye.

"Hahaha I'm not Mu, Author I am simply a forgotten segment or some shit being used here to talk about something." The Not Mu said.

The Not Mu got a book from a shelf and looked directly at the Author watching him.

"It has come to my attention that a certain website on which our book is published has made a new writing prompt competition." The Not Mu said while opening the book he got out.

"It is titled "Writing Prompts Contest 116: Male Lead - Entertainer in Another World", now this in itself is not the coolest part. The best part is in the ideas section where it says,"1) A former world-class singer wakes up in a world filled with fantastical beings and magic. They soon find out that their voice and songs are magical in nature in this new world where bards exist. How will they make use of this? How will this world respond to their power?"Not Mu said and after he was done he closed up the book and looked right at the readers.

"Now I don't know if you've read the story up to this point but I mean...come on. I'm not mad website on which this story is published in fact I just want to know who on your staff likes my story because that is badass." Not Mu said. 

"I don't know if this is normal or not but it's definitely cool," Not Mu stood up and ripped off his mask revealing himself to be the Author.

"I didn't want to make myself a body in this world because I didn't want Mu to be able to meet me, but I had to come down and say thank you I have had this story bumping around in my head for years and I just had to write it I didn't expect 10,000 people to find this concept as interesting as me." I wiped a tear away from my eye and said," This may not sound like a lot to some people but that's more people then I have in my city (I think). So thank you." Author signing out.

;)God I hope that's the last one of those.

Fuck You.

I can’t really explain this story but it does have an overpowered main character, a super huge world, and a talking abyss.

Wassup everyone, yoursexypotato here!

I just want to remind you all that I really appreciate your support, especially those who have added this novel to their library. It really motivates me to write when the numbers go up(yes, I can see the number of people who added this novel to their library).

Just a news for everyone!

I will be entering Writing Prompts Contest #50: Mage. Yay! Not a pro, but why not?

I won't be adding any more chapters to this specific page because I will be transferring it to the other one -- the one I'm entering the contest with. You can all remove THIS specific book, Runes of Hecate (MIGRATED), and add the other one.

Same chapters, same story. 

It's just that, in order to enter the contest, the novel should be newly added to Webnovel. That means at the moment of the novel's creation, you specify the writing contest you are joining. Mine is already out there so the only way to get around it is to create a "new" novel and update that one. It's not against the rules, so that's what I did.

Here is the new link for the novel (which would also be available in THIS novel's synopsis):

https://www.webnovel.com/book/12803477105403005/Runes-of-Hecate

If you like my novel, please support me! I'd really appreciate it if you vote this novel, even just for the week of the contest.

As a compensation for bothering all of you, I'll throw in a couple more chapters in advance! I hope that would be enough :D

Peace out!

This novel has been migrated. Here is the new link:

https://www.webnovel.com/book/12803477105403005/Runes-of-Hecate

Same chapters, same story. I will be emailing Webnovel to remove this copy of the novel soon.

Thank you for all the support!

Support my main contracted novel and winner of Writing Prompts #26 - The Legendary Mage!

Desolate Mage: A Legend Reborn!
https://www.webnovel.com/book/12013957905760805/Desolate-Mage%3A-A-Legend-Reborn!

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The night after the 6 gandharva left to search for traces of their home and families.

It was also the night of Sam's birthday.

The innocent young girl had pleaded with them to stay longer until her birthday, but after Shanzi and the others found out about the news of their home's destruction, they could delay no longer. They decisively packed up and departed on that very day, dragging the resistant Stefan along with them. [Dhrtarastra conveniently disappeared until dinner time. He never missed meals]

Before leaving, Stefan gave her a smooth looking ornament to be worn on her hair. It looked metallic but had a woody texture. He told her she could use it to send him a message up to 3 times before it would lose its power - and he and the gandharva would know her location and be able to find her.

The girl had cried as she held on to the ornament; her playmates for the past few days had grown dear to her. And when they still left, Lucius had to hold her back from running off to beat them up and drag them back to the ramshackle hut.

They had a simple but pleasant dinner of horned rabbit stew [maybe Mr Horn?] and cake-bread; pleasant despite her constant sulking and sticking out her lower lip in displeasure. After the meal and at her pleading, Lucius let her have a puff of his pipe. She coughed and choked in distress, her face a mixture of regret, anger and irritation. Then throughout the night, even as she was preparing for the night, she muttered on and on about how breathing smoke and fire was meant for dragons and not for humans - much to Lucius' amusement.

The girl clambered on to her bed – just a thin plank of wood laid across 4 more blocks of wood on the ground covered by 2 old table cloths donated by Mrs Magda – Bob's mother. She might not look it anymore, but she was a mighty fine looking bar girl when she was young… Ahem, forget I said that.

She was dressed in her only pair of pyjamas that was also donated [this one was by the old shrine priest whose son had long left to seek fame in the city]; a tunic long enough to serve as a dress and a loose pair of patched "shorts" that covered down to her shins. This was then tied up by a coarse rope to keep it from falling, so loose it was.

She asked, "Grandpa…? Can you tell me a story tonight…?"

"Of course, my dear!" Lucius said while chuckling. "Let me check the fire first…"

"But you just did that 5 minutes ago…"

"…Oh, did I? S-sorry, I meant to say, I need to bring in the laundry…"

"It's right there in the corner of the kitchen…"

"…" Lucius' was speechless. Sweat poured from his every pore; he felt like he had been crushed by the weight of a thousand mountains. His mind raced to think of a resolution; only to hear a sound of a *crash* inside his head – his train of thought had fallen off a metaphorical cliff.

"…It's ok if you don't want to… It's only been 5 years since the last story… I'll just ask grandpa Dhar-dhar instead. He's much better at stories than you are…" the "innocent" girl had his psychological arm pinned behind his back – he wondered if she was really only 10 years old today.

They heard a *knock knock* sound from the roof; as "grandpa Dhar-dhar" showed his agreement – he took every opportunity to show he was better than Lucius.

Lucius sweated as he prepared to tell her a story. He also reminded himself to tie up Dhrtarastra and lay him down on the steam trains tracks. To Lucius, the only stories he knew were like, "How Octavia slaughtered the Senate," or "301: Liar-nidus". So he told her those stories when she was 5. And it just took 1 story for her to transform overnight into… The sweetest little girl with just a little bit of violent tendencies. Just a little.... Honestly!

Lucius' brow furrowed until it was deep enough to hold a spoon – he would tell her the story of how he found the secret of King Salem's gold, except that it was by torturing King Salem for 40 days and nights until he spilled his blood… I mean, spilled the beans. Lucius could hear her parents turning in their graves at the thought of him scarring the young girl's mind any further.

"Ahem… Once upon a time…" Dhrtarastra began, before he was picked up and thrown by Lucius into the horizon.

Returning from the rooftop in a jiffy and dusting off his hands, Lucius started his story: "Let me tell you the story of Jezebel the corrupter whose body was eaten by dogs"…

* * * * * * * * * *

Deep in the night, as the town lay slumbering; a strange phenomenon could be seen – if one were looking - 2 tiny golden spots of light were floating down from the skies!

As they flitted here and there, unaffected by the wind and undetected by divine or mental senses; they separated. One, headed into the south-west – straight towards the higher ground and to the wilds, where the howls of wolves could be heard.

Another, to the southern edge of the town – towards the Yore Forest, in the direction of the shrine.

Maybe it was just a watcher's imagination [or maybe this author has read too many fairy tales...], but if one peered closely, one could barely make out a miniature figure of a human through the dense golden light. Almost as if it were a fairy godmother!

And over to the shrine courtyard this light flitted and floated, circling round the courtyard until it reached a certain dilapidated hut in the middle of the courtyard; where a girl lay fast asleep.

The light hung above her; and began to grow indistinct – the light was fading, and the figure within turned illusory. One could make out the long legs, smooth skin, well-developed 6 pack abs, stunning shoulder muscles and powerful chest of this fairy godmoth… fairy godfather.

(She's the fated one!) Leo's [non-existent] heart was beating hard – his breaths coming fast [imaginary breathing]. The golden light hung in the air above the girl who was lying on her back, sprawled on the bed with her blanket having slipped to the floor.

(It's now or never...) Leo exerted the last of his mental energies, focusing on the spell of domination that would wipe out the mind of this child and take over her body. His conscience shook when he considered whether this was right or wrong; but he steeled himself – for the sake of freeing all mortals from the cruelty of the Heavenly Fate… This was the only way found after generations of divinations.

If Lucius were present he would have noticed. He would have intervened, and struck down the adversary who, though he had pure motives, sought to harm his granddaughter. Then he would have traced the threat to its source, and found them and killed those who threatened his ward.

However, fate or luck or just coincidences were such that he was not here, and the leader of the rebellion against fate continued his ritual of domination.

At that time, the flows of mana *changed*, as if what was happening was contrary and in opposition to the heavens. Then Leo began circling in descent, causing a faint whistling sound of wind as he grew closer and closer to the girl's forehead.

200cm… 150cm… 100cm… As he drew closer and closer, his incoherent chanting grew stronger and was seemingly joined by a thousand voices of the universe as it rose in cadence; contradicting the sense of *wrongness*; contradicting the sensation that it opposed the heavens.

50cm… 40cm, 30cm…

*SMACK*

The girl, still half-asleep, flipped onto her side as she grumbled about the mosquitos nowadays; they were getting bigger and bigger – at this rate, soon they'd be as big as small dogs… She mumbled and yawned as she fell back asleep.

The golden light fragmented and scattered gently, the human figure having vanished like the mist – his quest ended tragically. Unbeknownst to her, the specks then landed on her body, before being absorbed and leaving only a hint of golden glow on her skin.

Systems? Transmigrators? Gods?
No problem! All will crumble under my fists!
Smashing dragons, devils and heros into meat patties!
Still, she has a dream - "When will I have a boyfriend...?"

"If the wretched heavens are against me..."
"...Then I shall BREAK the heavens!"

Sam is an orphan with a dream: a simple life and happy family. Nearly talent-less (and ahem, a little slow witted...), she has only her two (overpowered) fists to rely on in a world that seems determined to make her forever-alone.

Follow her story as she falls in love and learns what it means to experience loss;
Shares thick and thin with the most unexpected companions;
Faces betrayal by the ones she thought were the closest;
And learns to open her heart again to trust.

ANNOUNCEMENTS
NEVER DROPPED UNTIL COMPLETED.
...but major slow down as I am focusing on Desolate Mage.

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I have seen that there is a new writing prompts contest about werewolves. My book is aligned with the theme, I am thinking if I should join or not. However if I will join the contest I will have to delete this current book  and create a new one. Since I have 50 readers in this book  I want to ask your opinion about this. I want to know your thoughts, please write your comments. Thank you my dears.  I will appreciate your feedback
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Hello I decided to edit the content of this novel into Tagalog Version and I decided to create a new book in order to join the WPC contest. You can add the new English Version of this book if you want. I will start to delete and transfer the chapters of this novel to the new book.  Will you still support the book? Apology for this rush decision.

Jia Yu exhales only to be forced to take a sharp inhalation. Her fingers curl into the sheets, and she whimpers seductively: "No...No more. It hurts," she places her hands onto the sweaty chest, attempting to push back.

He chuckles, a sweet melody as he curls his fingers into her palms. "You're the one who asked for it," he whispers into her red ears.
Jia Yu opens her eyes, only to meet a hazy ceiling. Eventually, her eyes adjust, allowing the bright chandelier light to shine. Her molars ground against one another as she feels another sharp pain. Her claws dig deep into his spine.

'What in the world?!' She hears a woman voice. 'Am I actually dead?'

Jia Yu wonders if it's her.

That voice.

Her mouth part, wanting to respond but only a whimpering sound exit. 'What's going on?!' she wants to scream.

She closes her eyes, only to part them again.
Then, she hears wheels rolling. There are many men and women wearing masks, hovering above her. Her head tilts to the side when she feels a tight squeeze. "Don't worry," Hu Lanying's face came into view. "You'll be okay. You'll be okay." Hu Lanying repeated that line over and over as the tears stream down her cheeks.

Hu Lanying places the limp hand onto her wet face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken you out! I should've embraced your hermit-like lifestyle," each word was heavy.

Jia Yu's mouth gap open, but no sound comes out. Then, Hu Lanying stops following her. She can see her best friend standing at the end of the hallway with two people in town, blocking her from entering. Hu Lanying falls to her knees, her face buried into her hands.

Then, an even brighter light.

"How is the patient?" The surgeon asks.

"Unstable," the nurse reply.

"What happened?" He questions as they continue setting up the equipment.

Jia Yu can hear multiple squeaky shoes and a loud, beeping sound. The nurse checks her heart rate - unstable - temperature - unstable - blood pressure - unstable - and pulse - unstable. The surgeon looks at the injuries and grimace slightly, but quickly return to his regular features. The nurse places an IV line on her arm. They wrap the mask around her mouth. 

It's difficult to breathe.

"Movie studio. Got hit in the head by a light. She's lucky; it happened at the studio not too far from us. She can't feel the pain right now, but she will soon."

Then, an awful sensation hits Jia Yu's head.

"Dr.Xuefeng, what should we do?"

Jia Yu's eyes circulate, pinning at every individual surrounding her. Then, her eyes met a pair of deep brown. Even behind the mask, Jia Yu can tell he is a handsome man with his light bangs caressing his wrinkle forehead.

She reaches for him, her hand slightly touching his gloved. "Hurt...It hurts," she whimpers out.

He exhales behind the back and grasps the hand before it can fall. "You'll be fine," he said before he looks at the people across from him. "Anesthesia."

Dr.Xuefang looks down at Jia Yu, who's slowly losing her grip. Then, he sees it....a beautiful smile.

She can only see darkness.

Not quite the one that makes the body trembling darkness, but a soft one. Then, Jia Yu sees it. A beautiful sunrise, orange and gold were blossoming beyond the darkness.

"Her heart rate is increasing," she hears someone yelling. Jia Yu turns around, only to see endless black. Then, her body tremble. She wraps her arms around her body, not understanding why it suddenly got cold.

But, behind her, she can feel it - the warmth. The one that encourages you to fall asleep, slipping into unconsciousness.

Jia Yu takes a step forward, "If I were you, I wouldn't go there," a sweet voice drips into the air.

She turns to see a young woman sitting beside her. The woman is beautiful...seductive. With her enlarge eyes complimented by naturally long lashes and high cheekbones, it's in her nature to entice - threaten - others.

Threaten - how?

"What?" She questions then clears her throat. Jia Yu shakes her head. "Where am I?"

The girl exhales, "The entrance of Heaven and Hell."

Jia Yu's eyes squint, "Say what? I'm dead?!" She expects her heart to rage, but she feels nothing. It's an odd feeling of emptiness.

"Not exactly. You're more like standing between life and death," the young girl clarifies.

"What? Why?"

She shrugs, "I don't know. Maybe some sort of attachment to your world," she twirls her hair. "I'm just an average girl, how do I know everything?"

"Oh," Jia Yu pouts. "So, you're not like an Angel who is here to escorts me to Heaven?"

The girl puffs her cheeks before a burst of laughter erupts. "An Angel, that's a good one. No, someone just told me to wait here."

"But, I kind of am," another voice appears, and Jia Yu nearly leap out of her shoes. He stands there, tall and firm in dark clothing with a folder beside him. "Jia Yu?"

Jia Yu nods, "That's me."

He turns his head. "Jia Su?"

Jia Su pops up with a broad smile. "That's me!"

He nods, "Follow me," he tilts his head to the side.

Hesitantly, Jia Yu follows him. With each step she takes into the warmth, she couldn't help but look back into the darkness - towards the eager voices.

"Don't worry," Jia Yu looks forward to seeing a white door.

"You're still alive," the man said with a smile. "Just think of this as a vacation."

Jia Yu scratches her head. "A vacation?"

He nods, handing her a clean white folder. "You're going to fall into a coma, so you're going to have to stay here until you can wake up."

Jia Yu nods and takes the folder. Her eyes trace towards the messy folder on his other hand. "And this is yours," he hands the other one to Jia Su. He opens the door, and they both step inside. "Take a ticket, sit down, and wait for your number to be called," he said before closing the door.

Jia Yu's face twists, unable to believe that even in the afterlife, she has to wait. They each took a ticket and sat down.

"Number 345," the monitor calls.

A man stands up and stretches his body, "About time," he groans. "I feel like I've been here for decades," he grabs his folder and walks forward. Jia Yu's eyes widen, seeing a door appear, and he heads inside.

Jia Yu adjusts her seat before flipping through her folder. It includes the basic - name, birth, age, job, etc. Jia Yu's eyes stop when it lands on a single word - a soulmate. Her thumb was blocking the name of her soulmate, but she could see the word - Doctor.

Her cheeks puffs in happiness, attempting to conceal her squealing like emotions. She looks up, "Thank you," a silly grin broke into her face. All of her worries vanished, and she couldn't wait to go back to her life.

"Wow," Jia Su said, her eyes scanning Jia Yu's document. "Your net worth is really high."

Jia Yu smiles proudly, "Yeah, but-" she shrugs, "Money is irrelevant," she slowly removes her thumb, unable to conceal her excitement.

"Of course you would say money is irrelevant," Jia Su distracts her. She places the folder on top of the small table between them, the ticket on top of it. "Wealthy people like you would always say money doesn't matter," she shakes her head.

"It really doesn't," Jia Yu said, closing the folder. "You cannot imagine how many regrets I have in my life. Money can't give you love...or happiness. Just a cold stash of papers."

"So, you're in a coma?" Jia Su question.

Jia Yu shrugs, "That's what they told me."

"What happened?"

"Got hit in the head by something. What about you?"

Jia Su puckers her lips, "I was having sex."

Jia Yu coughs, patting her chest a few times. "What?"

Jia Su flips through the folder, "According to the documents. I was too high in pleasure and my soul left. Interesting."

"Quite the interesting way to go," Jia Yu mumbles.

Finally, allowing the emotions to set in, Jia Yu looks around the room to see various pictures of solar systems. She set the folder on the table and stands up, scanning each one.

The solar system consists of colorful stars streaming in the darkness. Jia Yu's eyes narrow in observation, and everything seemingly stands still.

Until it didn't.

The Solar System fell into chaos, and the waves of sparkles roar in the darkness like a tsunami. Jia Yu gasps, the tip of her finger lurking closer to the painting. A hand grasps hers, and her body jolts back.

She turns her head to see a woman in black with a neatly wrap bun. The woman places a finger in the air, tilting it back and forth as making a tch-tch sound. "One touch and this universe will mercilessly suck you up."

"Oh," Jia Yu decides not to question the woman. "Thank you and sorry," she said, making her way to the other side of the room. Jia Yu stands beside Jia Su, who's staring forward.

Jia Yu notices Jia Su deep hazy stares, so she turns her head to look at what Jia Su is immersed in. Layering in front of them was a bunch of odd-looking vines, various color leaves hunkering on the stems. Jia Yu's eyes widen when a green leaf dye a deep shade of black, and then it drifts to the ground. She tilts her head, noticing how there were small scribbles in each leaf. She closes her eyes to adjust, attempt to read the foreign writing that changes to her native language.

"Cool," she mumbles to herself, mentally reading each leaf. With close contact, Jia Yu notices Jia Su was holding onto one of the leaves. Jia Yu looks around to see if anyone would yell at her for touching something, but the lady from earlier was gone. The only ones left were the same people who had been waiting for their numbers to be called.

One may say that this is hell.

Jia Yu tilts her head to the side "Oh," she said, reading the leaf.

The King, The Duke, and His Maiden.

She mumbles the word over and over to herself, again and again. Jia Yu scratches her head and chuckles. "It must be a coincidence," she said until she read another leaf.

The Darkest Knight.

Beyond the Stars.

The Loneliest Angel.

The Duke's Wife.

"Wow," she mumbles, "How oddly of a massive coincidence."

These were all books of the most famous stories in Jia Yu's world. The ones the Jia Yu is competing against in the entertainment industry. All four books are being produced into movies.

"Once is a chance. Twice is a coincidence. Three-time is a pattern."

"Actually, it's Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action - Ian Fleming," Jia Yu unconsciously respond. She tilts her head to the side to see the lady from earlier.

She smiles, "Impressive. No wonder why you're novel is being adapted into a movie."

Jia Yu's eyes widen momentarily before she remembers that she is standing in between heaven and hell, all places where all is known.

She nods, "Yeah," she responds casually before returning to the endless amount of vines in front of her. "What are all these?"

The lady smiles, "Potential worlds."

"What does that mean?"

The lady spreads her arm outward, "You see all these paintings?" She said, and Jia Yu nods. "Each painting represents a universe," she smiles, "And when an individual's imagination widens so much-" she turns back towards the leaves, "they become worlds."

Jia Yu's stare at the leaf with the title - The King, The Duke, and His Maiden. "Wait, you're telling me...this-" she points at the small leaf. "Might...May...Possibly...be-"

"Your story?" She chuckles, "Yes."

Jia Yu couldn't help but take a few blinks, "Holy...I created an actual world."

The lady shrugs, "Well, not exactly. You created a potential world. It's still going through a trial."

"Trail?"

"Yes-" the lady layer her finger underneath the tip of a brown leaf. "You see this?" She questions, and Jia Yu nods. "This means that this world did not pass the trial, and everything will evaporate. Poof. Gone." At that moment, the leaf shrinks.

"Why?"

"Several reasons. The most common three would probably be: One - the author decided to end this world as their ending — two - Although the story of this person is popular and amazing. There are too many loopholes to consider it a potential world. Three - the author decided not to complete it. One of the ways for the worlds to pass is for it completes its initial purpose. It could be as simple as placing two main characters together or as complex as defeating the villain."

Jia Yu's nods before she looks back at her leaf with a smile on her face. She feels an odd sense of accomplishment. Then, her eyes went from the red-painted fingertip towards Jia Su. She waves a hand in front of Jia Su's face. "Hello?"

The tears drip down of Jia Su's face, and instantly, she withdraws her hand. She leaps back and swallows eagerly, her breathing uneven.

"Are you okay?" Jia Yu asks.

Jia Su bit her lower lip, "Yeah. I just need to sit," she staggers her way towards the chair with Jia Yu following her.

The lady places two cups of water in front of them, above the folders. "Just in case you need them," she smiles.

Eagerly, Jia Su takes the cup and swallow the content.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Jia Yu asks again, seeing the sweats dripping down Jia Su's cheeks.

Jia Su nods, forcing a smile on her face. "Yeah. I'm sorry-" she shakes her head.

 "Anything new happened?"

Jia Yu knows she is changing the subject, but follow along anyway. "It turns out those paintings are universes and those leaves on that wall over there-" she points at the location they were at earlier. The dead leaves on the floor evaporated, leaving clean tiles. "they are actually potential worlds created from writers all over the universes!" The more she talks about it, the more eager she got.

"Potential worlds?"

Jia Yu nods, "Yeah. They're worlds made up of writers, and they might become actual worlds. I-" Jia Yu heaves a deep breath. "I may have possibly written an actual world!"

Jia Su takes a few blinks as she stares at the green wall. "They're not real?"

"Well, not yet. They may become real if they pass the trial."

Jia Su's hands start shaking, and she quickly hides it underneath her sweater. She swallows, "Which story is yours?"

Jia Yu smiles, "The King, The Duke, and His Maiden." The thought of actually playing a part in creating a world was beyond Jia Yu, and she couldn't hold back her eagerness.

The reason for her blindness.

"You wrote that story?"

Jia Yu nods eagerly, "You heard of me?"

Jia Su forces a smile, "Yeah. I heard of it. You're outstanding." She rests her chin above the palm of her hand. "Okay, since I'm with the actual writer. I want to know the reason why you wrote everything the way you did."

Jia Yu's ego was heavily stroke by the woman in front of her. All the years of being a ghostwriter made her indifference towards the praising comments online. Of course, once in a while, she would receive a beautiful feedback that would re-ignite her passion for writing.

If her ego weren't inflating, she would've seen all the red flags waving around Jia Su.

Jia Su is the type of woman that allows others to feel in charge, guiding the conversation with unnoticed prompts. Within a few seconds, her target would leap through hoops to please her.

All...except one.

In the end, he still bedded her; but that doesn't mean she had conquered him.

Jia Su does not know the meaning of the word rejection...until now.

And rejection did not end well for her.

Jia Su's body trembles at the thought of the handsome man who gifted her one of the best nights of her life.

The same man who ended her life.

Jia Yu could only smile as she rambles the whole storyline to Jia Su, from the beginning to the end, the reasoning for each action of each character.

Jia Su bit her lower lip and lean forward, "Isn't that a bit rude? To not even give your characters names? Even if they are minor characters?"

Jia Yu shrugs, "Not really. Writers do that all the time. The focus isn't on the side characters. If I were to give every single one names, then it will only confuse the readers."

Jia Su tangles her hands together roughly. "So, it doesn't matter what happens to them?"

Before Jia Yu could respond, another number was called: "Number 567."

Jia Su smiles, "That's me," she said, lifting a hand towards Jia Yu. "It was really nice meeting you."

Jia Yu raises her hand, "It really is!" She reaches for Jia Su's hands.

Jia Su grabs the ticket number and folder before standing upward. Her heels click on the white tiles, her waist twisting left to right, turning a few heads. Licking the edge of her red lips, she hands the person her ticket.

"Folder," the person said.

Jia Su nods and hands the folder over. The person opens the content, "Jia, where is your photo?"

Jia Su scratches her head. "Ah, I accidentally spilled water on the folder and was trying to clean it earlier, but-"

"Not photo, no entry," the woman states.

A small girl enters the room, "Cool!" She screams.

"Please, do not touch-" before the Angel can finish, the little girl smacks her hand into a painting. Instantly, a tornado appears and grabs the young girl. The Angel smacks his forehead. "This is why I said we need a room just for children!"

"Stay here, and we will find your photo," the woman said, giving the Jia Su her folder before dashing towards the front desk. She presses the red button. "Lost mortal. I repeat - little lost mortal - someone come get her."

Jia Su looks at the door and smiles. With a single step, she enters the door that quickly disappears, showcasing an older man behind a wooden desk. Jia Su takes a step in front of him and crosses her slim legs. He exhales, "I'm sorry for your wait," he places out his palm. Jia Su gave him the wet folder causing his face to grimace.

She smiles, "Accident. Water."

He shakes his head before opening the folder. "No photo?"

"They check it earlier then threw it away."

He nods, "You sure you want to go back and not reincarnate?"

Jia Su nods eagerly, "I definitely want to go back."

"Alright," he takes out a piece of paper from the cabinet. "Sign here, and a portal will open for you to return to your world."

Jia Su looks at the paper.

"Is there something wrong?"

Jia Su shakes her head. "No, nothing is wrong." Pressing the fine tip pen against the paper, she eagerly signs it.

Instantly, a portal opens.

The man smiles, "Have a good life Jia Yu."

Jia Su stands up and smirks, "I sure will."

Jia Yu is a modern businesswoman who's also a famous part-time online writer. Despite being successful at the prime age of thirty, Jia couldn't help but reflect on her wasted youth. While she was studying at the most prestigious school/writing a well-loved novel; she forgot about her own love life. 

Even a movie adaptation of her novel couldn't make her happy. 

But, with a simple smack on the head by a flower pot and a worried "I'm sorry!" by the culprit Jia's life ended.

That is, until she wakes up in a house that doesn't belong to her.

In a body that's too skinny to be hers. 

With a face that's too pretty to be hers.

Beside a man that's too handsome to be hers.

And that's how Jia becomes - another transmigrator.

Jia Yu is the Villain's One Night Stand.

[About the story]

This was inspired by the childish first story concept I developed a decade ago. 
Even though I kept the MC, some characters, and basic setting the same, the story was changed and I am in the process of developing it (somewhat a spin-off of the first story mentioned above). I am using this story as an experiment and I will use interactive mode in moving the story further and improve my writing skills.
I am currently hoping to make 3 chap a week (But each chapters takes consumes so much time as I am slow). It will be unfair to compare the release speed of a translator to these original works. 
Also, depending on the support and love of this story gets, the release speed will be increased after 2-3 months when my commitments reduce and I get a breather. 

I have a big dream story in the making and I want to use this story to gain experience and reader base foundation before attempting that multiverse story. 

[Basics about the story]

The story follows the light and dark faction background and discusses their 'affairs' from various perspectives. Mainly from someone who is in the dark faction. So most of the story is related to dark faction. I am not comfortable with this but romance is one of the core themes of the story (affairs).
The first arc may appear little slow and has some cringy stuff lol. It is just setting up the basics about the characters. It gets faster after the first 10 chapters which are the goal setting volume where the MC gets involved in a life-changing event.
So please please please read 10 chapters before deciding on this novel.

Setting: Post Nuclear War parallel Earth. Nefarion the Devil's planet. 
Mine is usually long chapters so please excuse the release rate (I know quantity rules over quality here. Maybe I should not worry too much and release more???).

[About me]
Writing is not my hobby.
I enjoy thinking about different story scenarios but never was keen on writing them down. I know my own inability of expressing a story in any form. As a person with attention and focus trouble along with increasing addiction to laziness and lack of motivation prevents me from working on this long task of writing the story I made in sentences.
I don't get support from family and friends for doing this and I don't even want to let them know I am going to write because they are not in the same page as me (I am the odd one out of the bunch wasting time on reading and stories). 
Actually, webnovel inspired me to restart writing. So I started writing this novel as an experiment. Even though I hope for a huge response with showering praises from readers, I understand the reality that it takes time to know whether I am good or not. Its just the life sometimes does no allow you to have too much time.

2018 is actually quite a bad time for me. Nothing works out to my favor (It's my fault as well lol). Maybe not the best time to start writing as well.
I realized I am quite an emotional being who finds it hards to write when tensed. Also home is not the best location for creativity lol. (A free person writing is wasting time for nothing while a busy person writing is hard working)
A lot of time wasted.
Hopefully, I will get rid of these addictions and problems of mine and find stability soon before I can promise a certain writing rate and stable release. 
Until then bear with me.

Criticize if you don't like it and support me if you think I should continue writing.

He broke free from the shackles that bound him for all these years, let go of all the relations he had, and ran away from the responsibility that had become a burden to him. 
Boian did not have many expectations other than to live peacefully.
What a pleasant dream? It's funny how a monster who should be crushing others dreams started to dream about peaceful life.

He knew he couldn't live like normal humans. Living to old age with a loving wife and giving birth to a bunch of children was not possible for him anymore. He couldn't live in isolation either due to the food needed to maintain his Heart. The deeply rooted ideology and training he received in food consumption prevented him from doing so.

He knew his very own existence did not allow him to live peacefully, yet he tried. But, everything changed when he met a strange girl in his peaceful way of living. A meeting that changed his expectations and pulled him back to the shackles, relations, and responsibility he tried to escape from but this time with no chance of escape.
It was because, she gave him the fiercest stimulant that makes or breaks a man, 'Ambition.'
He wanted to go back to where he was kicked out with his head high and beat the people who dared to look down on him. 

Even if it was the DEVIL himself.

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Author half asleep: Simply put. A poor fellow gets messed up real hard by a chick and gets thrown back into the good vs evil cliche war he tried to escape from. Whether the chick be a blessing to him or a burden to him forms the story. 


Tags: Adventure, Heavy romance [No cliche harem but there are affairs(pun intended)]. Also a lot of action later on.

I am a newbie...So be gentle with me plz..
(@Webnovel.com How do I put a cute pic under this?)

(Currently under lot of irl work: On pause)

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