The original book of "A diary of a Wimpy Kid".

Dear Diary,
Today is my birthday, my dearest diary. I celebrated my 18th birthday at a resort. And it's been a very big party. There's so much food too. I only invited Kryztal, Ashley and Azh. Mom invited my other classmates too. Well... James gave me a rose while we're dancing. 17 other boys are gave me a rose too. He  was so jealous that hewas pulled me infront the middle. Then while we're in the middle he kissed me infront of my parents. My mom and dad was so shocked when we kissed. When he suddenly kissed me I froze a  bit but I kissed him back. And my birthday cake was so good and huge and it has18 beautiful candles. As for my birthday present from James gave me a necklace with my name on it and an official light stick of BTS and the BT21 plushies, he also, gave me all the albums of BTS. Kryztal gave me a blue purse and a couple of earrings . Ashley gave me books to read, (It, Persephone's Diary full collection  and Diary  of a wimpy kid full collection). Azh gave me ring with  a blue diamond and my name at  the back of the ring. Oh I forgot  to tell you my dearest diary that I'm an ARMY and I love BTS. Well... I thinkI I need to say goodnight to you my dearest diary. I didn't know that it's already12 am , that's why I need to say goodnight. Goodnight my dearest diary.

Ellaine has diary where her secrets are written. She writes on her diary every day all about the things that happen to her at school, she also writes messages that she will say to her crush. Ellaine is nerd so the only thing she can depend on is her diary.

"Do you really need to do this? Like, is it now an essential part of your life?" Rick asked as they walked.

"I thought we've been through this, she's not going to get that hurt, just a little bit" Keith said and turned now to face Rick. "I don't even think she'll be hurt at all, she was really fiesty the other day".

"Just chill Rick, I promise this will not end terribly for you, maybe only the both of us" Max encouraged as he put an arm over his shoulder.

"You know that there's no way you guys will do something without getting me involved, or is that possible?" Rick asked back.

"Of course it is, we weren't born together, Fredrick" Keith said as he laughed.

"You're both gonna regret this, I swear" Rick said as he watched them go ahead of him and followed closely behind. 

"Any updates on that Maddie girl?" Keith asked Max. 

"Found some other information that you might find useful" 

"Give it to me" He commanded. 

"She loves reading, especially books by Jeff Kinney, she plays episode and always has lunch on Saturdays with Beth Crane" Max stated. 

"This won't be hard at all, figuring I do dabble in the wimpy kid series here and there" Keith smiled and said. 

"I'm warning you for the last time, you will hate how this is gonna end up" Rick said again and this time he left. 

IN ALGEBRA CLASS... 

Maddie took her seat and waited for the teacher to come in, Keith walked in and she sighted a diary of a wimpy kid book in his hands along with an algebra textbook and notes. She was stunned by the fact that he read the wimpy kid series, she was a little bit embarrassed to confess her love for the books in public, mainly because in high school no one reads literature. Even if they did, it would be Shakespeare or Jane Austen.

(No offence Jeff Kinney; I love The Wimpy Kid series😍)

"Is this seat open?" He asked pointing to the seat beside her. 

"No, I mean yes" She managed. 

The mere thought of Keith sitting next to her, made her shiver and it took the grace of God to look at him when he asked for an eraser. 

He said a full sentence...to my face! She thought and celebrated within her soul. 

The class went on and she couldn't concentrate while he stared at her and she too would stare sometimes. 

"Do you get it? I don't get any of it" Keith said in regard to the topic being taught. She felt glad and explained it all to him. "Thanks" He mouthed and she smiled in response. 

"Oh, by the way, you have really pretty eyes" He added. 

She blushed a little and replied "Thanks". 

She came out the class and met Beth waiting. 

"What was that all about?" Beth asked. 

"What?" 

"The smiles and stares between you and Mr hotshot over there" she replied pointing to Keith. He turned and saw them, waved a little and proceeded to leave. 

"Go say something to him" Beth said and pushed her again. She panicked and called out his name and when he turned she was dumbfounded. She quickly thought of what to say and she recalled she had seen his notebook earlier and it read: Keith E.C. Song. 

She blurted. "What's the C in your name for?". 

He faced her and smiled. "Confidential" He replied, shrugged and left. 

"Stupid, stupid, stupid girl, what's up with you Maddie?" She asked herself. 

"Yeah, you are really stupid" Beth encouraged. 

"Thanks alot bestie". 

... 
"We need to have a long hard talk about this, Keith" Rick said. 

"What is it?" 

"I'm not comfortable with the idea of you guys hurting an innocent girl" 

"Oh God, this again?" Keith asked. 

"Yes, this again" Rick said slamming the table. 

"You've never had a problem with it before, why now?" Keith asked. 

"She's never had a boyfriend and is probably hoping that she'll get one that actually makes sense and not some random selfish guy she doesn't really know but has a tiny meaningless crush on!" Rick yelled. 

"Language Rick, watch it" 

"I'm not gonna watch anything, just leave her alone and try this on someone with heartbreak experience, if you don't stop, I'm gonna tell her the idiot you really are!" Rick yelled again and this time received a punch from Keith. 

He wiped us cheek and continued talking. 

"I'm definitely going to tell her now" He assured. 

"Think about the consequences of your actions, you twat! Don't let me hate you, you of all people should know what happens to those I hate" Keith warned. 

"Don't push this farther than it can go and let that girl be!" Rick stood and left. 

... 

"Hey, what's up? Why are you here without notice?" Randy asked the woman standing at the door. 

"I really needed to talk about his college fund, our son?" She said. 

"You should have thought about that before taking reckless and foolish decisions!" 

"I've explained that I didn't do anything, why don't you believe me?" 

"That aside, I'm going to open an account for him and place the college money there, I'll open it in your name, so you can access it whenever you need to" He said and was about to close the door when she spoke again.

"How's your health?" She asked. 

"None of your business" and he slammed the door shut at her face. 

With tears in her eyes, she went to her car and sat in there. She poured out everything inside her and started the car. 

"Hold it in, Louise, hold it in" She encouraged herself and drove off. 

Randy stood at the window and watched her leave, he felt somehow sorry for her and the pain she went through after their last encounter, he pushed aside those feelings of pity and went in the house. 

He really liked to pity her but the feelings of hate crushed every kind of pity he had for her.

This is the special page of books. Every week I will write the names of 7 books in here and you will comment the names of the book/books among them that you have read. This week's books are,
1] The Dragon Whisperer. Lucinda Hare.
2] My first pet dragon. Georgie Blink.
3] Scavenger : Chaos Zone. Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell.
4] The Secret Of NIMH. Robert C. O'Brien.
5] Diary Of A Wimpy Kid. Jeff Kinney.
6] Dumpling Days. Grace Lin.
7] The Gates. John Connolly.

Antonio Smith, a rich boy, gets assasinated and is reborn as a overpowered dragon with an even more overpowered soul in his head. 
Xiao Yan gets teleported to Antonio's world after being knocked out and gets found by Antonio. What's next?

Dear Diary of a wimpy,

I'll make sure to write original cliches and not fake stories on you.

Ok, not really. I'll probably add some spices up, but that's just to make my poor diary look like a good one; so that I can look back at it and say, "Yeah, that happened".

I'll write old and new stories that happened or happens to me whenever I feel like it; since I don't have a lot of things to write about.

The main purpose of this diary is: "Practicing and Working on improving my English"; therefore, I'll write things in here arbitrarily, on the basis of random choice or personal whim, rather than any reason or system.


Signature: [Insert one here]

A poor English speaker started a diary jouranl to improve his English. Here's some random excerpts from it.

After church today, I took a nap and told my mom I was going to Shaggy's pool. On my way there, I saw a lizard, salamander, spider and a firefly battling themselves and they accidentally rolled onto a hot brimstone, I watched how the gas was coming out mixed with heat. All their poisons joined together and I inhaled it, I felt dizzy and as I poured water on my head I fainted. 
I woke up and saw myself in Shaggy's pool, nobody asked me what I was doing there because I am a friend to Shaggy. 
He came outside, Kim and Curl alongside Kim's best friend and Allison's follower Daniella. We all partied at the pool together, And  I exhaled what I inhaled the other time, into the water and everybody got a mouth shock. We all laughed over it and went home.

 A couple of days into summer vacation, Jeffrey   Woke me up in the middle of the night he told me I slept for the whole summer but luckily I woke up for the first day of school.
" ha playing tricks on me right? Look I'm not dumb as Greg was in diary of a wimpy kid.

Tomorrow 
Today at school, we got assigned to reading groups they don't come right out and tell you if you're into gifted group or the stupid group, but you can figure try to be by looking at the cover of the book and handouts well I'm sure glad, I was put in the gifted  group again.

Just pretty nice right? At least I'm not like some dumb kid to be put in the stupid group again. 




Please everyone it's Zamy I would love it for you to share and even like the  story thank u.


Although there weren't many true reference questions, the ones I did get I poured my energy into. "Can you tell me where books on fibro-myalgia are?" asked a girl no more than 13. "I want to help my grandmother." 
"Do you have any books on construction? I want to build a patio."
"Do you have any good recommendations for historical fiction?" These types of questions I loved the most. I loved reading recommendations, because I honestly tried to give the patron my opinion but also attempted to help them branch out of what they might normally read. The toughest customer I ever had was a little girl, no more than ten years old, wanting "a good book to read." I suggested middle school stuff, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Royal Diaries, Dear America books, Captain Underpants. None of it would do; she had either read it all or thought it would be "boring." 
"What about A Wrinkle in Time? It's fantastic!"
"What's it about?"
How does one explain the beauty and exquisiteness of A Wrinkle in Time?
"Well, it's about space…and time…and a girl who goes on an adventure to save her little brother."
"Oh, I don't like books about space, because they make me think about the sun, which is going to explode in a billion years and kill everything and everyone, so nothing really matters anyway."
Holy Shit. I didn't realize ten-year-olds could be nihilists. Kids are way smarter and much more philosophical than we give them credit for. 
I was thankful for every single day that I had a job, that I had a job in a physical place, and that I had a job that I loved. When the end of summer came, I was nervous that I would soon have to find new work. But, as divine luck would have it, the Children's librarian left to go work at another library, closer to where she lived. Although I didn't have the exact same responsibilities as the Children's librarian, there was some overlap, and Rowlett extended my contract for another month. I threw myself even more into the job, because I loved it, and wanted to show my gratitude for having hired me and keeping me well past what the original contract said. I began taking up extra duties when I didn't have to, a rarity for me. I volunteered to do Story Time once a week, and this had its own rewards. I loved leading the children in songs, reading in character voices, and making the library a fun place to be. 
True, there were times when I messed up: late one morning, slacked in putting up the "new" books on the shelves, but overall I honestly tried to be the best library assistant that I could be, because I could now see the value in it. I saw the value in working for fifteen dollars an hour in something that I loved doing, rather than sixty an hour that made me feel soulless and numb. 
All vices are powered by a feedback loop, and mine was no different if I had been planted in front of a slot machine. There was never any guarantee that I would make money on a given day, but I pulled the lever anyway. And when I hit big it was easier to keep going, to go harder, to go bigger. Pull the lever! Again. And again. And again… 
And like any addiction, I live with it every day. I face temptation to go back, to learn from every mistake I made the first time stripping and to do better, be a better, more clever, higher-earning, more ruthless exotic dancer. Whenever rent comes around or I have a particularly bad electric bill or the student-loan hand starts to close over my throat again, that little voice everyone has (because it's themselves; it's not your conscious, it's not a "good angel" and "devil" on your shoulder; it's just you) starts to whisper, "Just for one day a week…just for one weekend a month…or just say screw it and go hard…you can do it…you can always go back…" It's damn hard saying "no" to that voice every time. Every. Single. Time. 
As much shame as I have for the ways that I hurt people while I was a stripper, I still want to go back. I want to feel the excitement, the power, the thrill of using whatever skills I have to get money. We all struggle with an addiction, no matter how much money, or how good a family, or what kind of education you had, what race or gender you are: we all got something that we think we can't live without.
But the library gave me peace. Or, I found peace within myself ultimately. But the library gave me the tools to do it. Never underestimate the power of a children's book to help you learn. 
When I checked books in, I loved flipping through them, gleaning bits of information here and there, especially if they were children's books, since the information was short and sweet. They could be anything from ancient Rome to cookbooks. One such book was on helping children cope with mistakes. As I was flipping through, I noticed it had a section on "How to Make an Apology." I stopped, realizing that most people know that they should apologize for a wrongdoing, but that very few know how or what makes an apology "good." It was a four-step process and it essentially went:
1.Apologize for the thing that you did. 
2.State why it was wrong.
3.State what you will do in the future, not what you won't do.
4.State how you will make it right, or, if it can't be made right, the closest thing possible.
Tears started to fill my eyes, right there at the reference desk. It would take a while to sink in, but I realized that this was the way to rectifying what I had done to hurt people, and ultimately the way to forgive myself. I have always had a difficult time in forgiving myself; we are our biggest critics. I had always struggled with the concept of letting go. How do you let go of something that keeps reappearing in your mind, telling you what an awful, terrible person you are and how could you have done such a thing? A four-step apology may not work for everyone, but it allowed me to process what I had done, who I had hurt, and realize that I had hurt myself most of all. But most of all, I realized that forgiveness comes from within. That to let go, you need to process it first. Sometimes you need a year of solitude to fully process; sometimes that year is regaining whatever strength and courage you lost along the way. Sometimes, forgiveness can only happen once you're strong enough again. 






Ariel Slick writes original fiction including short stories, novels, and memoirs to spread the joy of imagination and creativity. She also helps clients achieve their fiction writing goals with her ghostwriting skills on Upwork.com and Guru.com. Although she has  worked as a freelancer for three years, she has been dedicated to the craft all her life. Her fiction focuses on themes of love, justice, and magic, and her most popular works include romance and fantasy romance. 

Everyone loves to watch a slow-moving train wreck. That’s what happens when Ariel, librarian, book lover, and full-time geek, decides to work as an exotic dancer. When she loses her job as a bank teller, she needs a way to earn some extra cash--and fast. Driven by curiosity--just how hard could this stripping thing be?--she decides to sign up at a local club. There’s just one thing: she doesn’t tell her boyfriend about it.

Diving into the world of exotic dancing, she has to navigate the murky moral waters of taking off her clothes for money. From wild champagne parties to private shows with high-rolling customers, she will start raking in the money...until the cost becomes too high. 


Nameless Nie glared at the fatty. "Blah! Come here if you're so great! Your Grandfather Nameless will knock out your front teeth! I'll own you!" 
"Nameless Nie, you piece of sh*t. You dare to act so arrogant with me?!" The roly-poly kid was furious. 
"Hold on…" Nameless Nie called out when he saw the fatty ferociously charging toward him. "How about this? Give me a little more money, and I'll bring my aunt here and introduce her to you. What do you think?" 
"It's useless even if you bring your mom here!" The fatty picked up a rock from the ground. "You'll be my father if I don't kill you today." 
"Huh? They all say you're the famous tyrant around here, but how come I can't tell at all? What era is it? You want to do a 1v1 with me?" Nameless Nie hastily said when he saw the fatty's intentions. 
The roly-poly kid paused, not understanding Nameless Nie's meaning. He demanded frankly, "Nameless Nie, you piece of sh*t. What do you mean?" 
"What do I mean?" Nameless Nie snorted. "Let's set up a fight if you have the balls! What's so great about 1v1? We can't show off our positions or statuses with that at all! How about this—we'll decide on a time and place and each find our own people if we can. Whoever can bring more people is mightier. Whoever wins will be the new tyrant in this town. How about that?" 
The fatty was quiet for a moment, as though he was considering it. 
"Hahaha, d*mn fatso! I bet you can't summon anyone, so you must be terrified to death right now! How about you give me a kowtow and we'll leave this matter behind us!" Nameless Nie mocked. 
"Bullsh*t!" The roly-poly kid viciously glared at Nameless Nie. "I'm afraid? Haha, what a funny joke! I've never cried once since I was born! The word 'afraid' doesn't exist in my dictionary! I don't even know how to write it!" 
"Then let's set up a fight time!" Nameless Nie taunted. 
"Alright! Let's do it. I'm telling you, I have 20 brothers. We'll meet up here again tomorrow afternoon! Whoever doesn't come is a runt!" the fatty declared. 
"Sure! Whoever doesn't come is a runt." Nameless Nie nodded. 
…
Nearby, Ling Miao frowned lightly. Nameless Nie actually used her to conduct business and offended this little tyrant. 
She was originally a little worried about Nameless Nie's safety, but after following him, she discovered her worries were unfounded. It wouldn't be a loss even if he was beaten to death by this fatty. 
Not only did he bargain with her but he also solicited a fight. He barely knew anyone here. Even if he did, no one would be willing to provoke that little tyrant. Who could Nameless Nie find to help him? 
When Ling Miao got home, she thought Nameless Nie would seek help from her or her mom, but he didn't mention a word. 
…
The next day, at the agreed-upon time: 
They were in the same small forest as yesterday. 
The roly-poly kid really did bring a dozen or so youths. 
Soon, Nameless Nie appeared in the roly-poly kid's line of sight. 
"Hahaha, Nameless Nie, you piece of sh*t, how many people did you bring?" The fatty was gloating. 
"Oh, I brought only one person," Nameless Nie replied. 
"One person?" The fatty was startled briefly before bursting into laughter. "You're really suicidal! Come on, call out the wimpy b*stard you brought here!" 
"You can't talk like that… What wimpy b*stard? How could you curse like that?!" Nameless Nie declared, "You mustn't curse. Be civilized!" 


“How perverted is Si Ye Han's taste? He still wants me like this?” Waking up, she looked at her reflection in the mirror: explosive wig, tattoos, and demon-like makeup. Any normal person’s eyes would burn if they looked at her for more than a second.
Before her rebirth, she was in love with a different guy, so all she wanted to do was escape from Si Ye Han and hated him to his core after being locked up by him. 
After her rebirth, she looked differently at him, thinking that maybe he changed for the better?
In the past, her mind was muddled. She let go of a stunning husband, was hurt by a scumbag and backstabber and most of all, was brainwashed by her most trusted friend. In the end, she was utterly alone.
In her current lifetime, there are evil people scheming and eagerly waiting for her downfall. Sorry, but this girl won’t fall for the same tricks twice! 

"Rat-a-tat-tat." Debbie was startled by a sudden knock at the door. It was already well past her usual sleeping time and she wondered who could it be at this ungodly hour. She had just unzipped her down jacket. She had no choice but to zip it up again.    

"Who is it?" she called out.

"Young girl, it's me." It sounded like the voice of the village head's wife.    

Her guess was right. When Debbie opened the door, she saw the village head's wife and her handsome son standing outside.

The woman smiled pleasantly on seeing Debbie and asked, "Young girl, did I wake you?"    

Debbie shook her head. "No, it's okay. I hadn't slept yet. Is everything okay?" she answered, confused as to why these two were paying her a visit at night.

The woman turned towards her son. He immediately lifted up something from the ground and handed it to Debbie. "This is our electric warming fan. My mother and I have brought it to you so that you don't get cold,"  he told her coyly.    

"But...no... I can't take this. This is too generous." Debbie was deeply moved. As far as she knew, there was not even a water heater in the village. How on earth did they manage to procure an electric warming fan for her?

She didn't want to prove a burden to anyone, but the village head's wife was having none of it and straightforwardly asked her son to carry the fan into Debbie's room. Before Debbie knew how and what, the boy had already plugged the fan into a socket and the room was filled with the slight hum of its motor.    

"Thank you so much! But if I keep the fan in my room, what about you? You'll be cold at night without it,"  Debbie protested, though she wasn't entirely ungrateful. If she had guessed right, then this might have been the only electric warming fan in the whole village.

With a genuine smile, the woman responded, "We're used to this weather, young girl, but you've come from the big city. You can't fall asleep at night without it. Please sleep tight. We should get going now!"    

Then, she held her son's hand and they left together, leaving Debbie to her confused thoughts.

With the warming fan on, the room was soon filled with a warm ambiance. Sitting at the edge of the bed in her thoughts, Debbie even forgot to lie down.    

She was confused. 'Why does the village head's wife treat me so well? Is Jared's joke true? Does she really want me to stay and marry her son? Truth be told, her son is quite handsome. But...I'm married. I have Carlos. If that's why this whole special-treatment-thing is going on, I'm afraid their wish can't come true, and it's got to stop, ' she mused.

As it turned out, she couldn't be farther from the truth. This was proven when she went to get some hot water.    

It wasn't only the village head's wife who was treating her so well. Debbie found that almost every person of the village who was a part of her life at the moment was being very kind. Even the owner of the house which she was staying in gave her special care. When she walked out of her bedroom and told the hostess that she wanted some hot water, the hostess immediately brought three thermoses to her bedroom.

That wasn't the only thing she did. Earlier, she had prepared a new basin and a clean towel for Debbie too. At the moment, Debbie hadn't thought too much about these new things, because she believed that all the other schoolmates had the same things as hers.    

The notion was broken rather abruptly when after washing her face and wiping her body, she slipped into the bed again. Much to her surprise, the bed didn't feel cold. And the fan couldn't have warmed the bed; it was too low for that.

Debbie sat up and took a careful look. It wasn't until now that she noticed there was an electric blanket on her bed. And moreover, someone had turned it on in advance, so it was already warm enough now.    

A suspicion rose inside her heart again. Unable to hold back her curiosity, she took out her phone and texted Jared and Dixon. She asked cautiously, "Hey guys! Do you two feel cold in your rooms?"

After waiting for a long while, she received Jared's reply. "Of course we feel cold Deb! I couldn't bear it so I've come to sleep in the same bed with Dixon."    

Before Debbie could return him a message, she received a voice message from Jared. "Dude, what the fuck! It is such a cold weather here and I'm freezing to death. What's more, that jerk Dixon asked me to stay in the quilt to warm the bed for him. I'm so pissed!

But I need to stay with someone to keep warm when I sleep, so I have no choice but to tolerate that guy." Though her friends were cold, Debbie couldn't help bursting into a guilty laughter.    

She could vaguely hear Dixon's complaint in the background of the voice message and it was really comical. "Jared, are you a snake? Why is the bed still so cold? You've stayed in it for a long while!"

Judging from their words, Debbie was sure that they didn't have an electric blanket.    

'Am I the only one who has it?' she wondered. To confirm her guess, she texted Gail too. She couldn't sleep right now anyway if she couldn't figure the whole thing out. She wrote, "Gail, are you asleep?"

Soon enough, she received Gail's voice message. They were all too cold to type with their thumbs. "Is that really a question? It's so cold in this bad place. How the hell am I supposed to fall asleep? I shouldn't have brought snacks for the kids. I should have brought something to keep myself warm, such as an electric blanket. I don't even want to get on this cold bed..."    

Debbie paused. After all, Gail was her cousin. Debbie didn't want her to catch a cold or get some serious illness, so she returned a message. "If you can't withstand it, how about you come to my room and we sleep together?"

After waiting for about two minutes, Debbie received Gail's reply. This time, she had resorted to text. "No way! I will never sleep in the same bed with you! Who knows what your body smells like! Not a chance. Damn! What a bad place here! I can't even find an electric blanket anywhere."    

'I have bad smell? Fine! Then just stay in your cold bed!' Debbie angrily repeated Gail's sentence in exasperation. She didn't care about her anymore and decided to sleep.

The next day, the first batch of donated supplies had arrived at the Southon Village. Therefore, Debbie and her schoolmates assembled at a small school and began to distribute the supplies to each household. The supplies were numerous and by the time they were finished, it was already dark. One day had elapsed quickly.    

During the course of her interactions, Debbie also met a few children who didn't have parents and were being raised by their grandparents. She silently gave some money to the grandparents of these families.

One of the children's grandmother was so grateful that she even knelt down in front of Debbie, which startled her, and she quickly lifted the old woman up from the ground. It would have been a touching scene, but Debbie didn't feel comfortable with someone in her feet.    

On the third day, since the second batch of the donated supplies hadn't arrived, the fifteen university students took turns to give classes to the kids there. They shared a lot of things with the kids that they had never heard due to the poor education conditions there. They also sang a lot of popular songs for the kids.

The shabby classroom had become noisy. A lot of villagers had also come to the school and were even standing outside since there wasn't enough space inside. With keen pleasure, they listened to Debbie and Jared singing songs and then listened to Dixon and Gregory telling stories. Everything the students talked about was new and interesting to the villagers.    

On the morning of the fourth day, the second batch of supplies arrived. There were new cotton shoes and clothes in this batch. The university students helped the kids wash their feet and then asked them to try on the new shoes.

Debbie didn't have any mission this afternoon, so she silently went to the yard behind the school on her own. She wanted a breath of fresh air for as long as she could have one. Earlier, she had told the village head's son to help her send out a few postcards. 'Have Kasie and the others received my postcards yet?' she wondered.    

She had just sat down on a big rock and taken out her phone which had no signal, when a person suddenly showed up in front of her, blocking the cool sunlight.

She raised her head and found that it was Gus.    

He was staring at her without saying a word. Debbie looked around and found nobody else here. Confused, she asked, "What do you want?"

Gus kept his eyes on her without responding.    

Debbie got goose bumps by his gaze. "Dammit. Hey, you're a man and I'm a woman. Don't stare at me that way. I'm scared..."

Gus rolled his eyes at her. He snorted, "You're as stupid as all the others!"    

Debbie was rendered speechless. What did he want? 'Is he here to stir up some new trouble for me?' she thought.

With that in mind, Debbie put her phone back and stood up from the big rock. She was about to leave but Gus stopped her. "What's going on between you and Carlos Huo?" Gus had happened to overhear someone's words. Whoever it was, the person had said that Carlos demanded people here give special care to Debbie.    

With Carlos' name being mentioned, Debbie turned around and spat out, "Wimpy kid, just mind your own business and don't poke your big nose where it doesn't belong."

'What? Wimpy kid? Me?'    

Gus' face darkened. If Debbie weren't a woman, he would surely have punched her black and blue now.

After Debbie had walked away, Gus immediately texted his brother. "Curtis, Debbie called me wimpy kid! How dare she do that? I need to go back to Y City now. Arrange for someone to pick me up. I don't want to take that goddamn bus again!"    

The signal was really bad in the village, and Gus had to try several times before the message went through.

A few moments later, Gus received Curtis' reply with only a few words. "Debbie is right. Just stay there."    

Gus was angry at his cold response. He wondered why his brother always sided with Debbie.

He was sure that Curtis loved Colleen, so there shouldn't have been any untoward relationship between Curtis and Debbie. 'When I return home, I need to ask my father if they mistook me and Debbie when we were born. Could it be possible that Debbie is their biological daughter and I'm the wrong one?'    

There were several times when Gus felt like Debbie was Curtis' real younger sister and he himself was the one who had been adopted to protect Debbie.

"Drive this woman out!"

"Throw this woman into the sea!"


When he doesn't know Debbie Nian's true identify, Carlos Huo cold-shoulders her. 

"Mr Huo, she is your wife." Carlos secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, "why didn't you tell me earlier?" 

From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
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The originality goes to Miss Bai Cha

"I'm gonna go get ready. Did you want to go to the mall with us?"
"Actually, my son will be very busy today." I turned around to the familiar voice and saw the alpha.
Wait a damn minute.
I looked back and forth from Alpha Arsenio and Alaric. I knew they had some similarities, but I thought that was just a werewolf thing because Alaric didn't say anything about the Alpha being his dad. They weren't exactly copies of each other and they didn't act like son and father when I was with them yesterday.
"Before I forget, I wanted to apologize for how I acted yesterday."
"It's alright. You freaked out a little, but it was to be expected after your house burns down."
"Well, I'll leave you guys to do whatever you need to do. I'll see you later, Alaric." I send him a look that said he'll have to explain later and headed upstairs.
Alaric was going to have to do some serious explaining. With him being the alpha's son, wouldn't he have the respect of everyone in this house? Everyone treated him like he had the cheese touch from Diary of a Wimpy Kid.
Since he was the alpha's son, isn't he next in line for being alpha? He was alpha junior.
Not to be rude or anything, but Alaric didn't really have the demeanor of an alpha. He was overly shy and he let everyone walk over him. He was quiet and never engage in any conflict from what I've noticed since I've met him.
He was a good person. A big-hearted goof, but I'm not sure he had it in him to be a leader and it seemed like everyone knew that as well.
I already took a shower, so I just went to the closet, realizing that I had no clothes other then the ones I'm wearing. That was the reason for why I was going shopping today.
"I guess I'm already done getting dressed." I left the room that I guess was now mine to find my dad. He was in the empty kitchen where everyone vacated from, making a cup of coffee. I'm guessing he just woke up.
"Hey, Princess. You alright? You gave me quite the scare yesterday. I'm guessing Alaric found you?"
"Yeah. Sorry about that. I'm actually going shopping with the girls once they come downstairs."
"Do you need some money?"
"I still have some saved up from my last job. That reminds me. I have to find another job."
"You should ask one of your friends if they know if anywhere you can work, but make sure you can balance school too."
I heard people coming down the stairs and saw the girls.
"Hey uncle Greg," Chris said to my dad. 
"Is that supposed to be an Irish accent," my dad asked her.
"Yes and by the way, my mom is coming over today."
"Awesome. I'll get my trap ready." My dad ran off to wherever and I let out a chuckle.
"Let's go." 
Chris decided to be the one to drive and I sat in the passenger seat, while Hanna and Jaisley sat in the back. We got to the mall in no time and walked into the huge building. Chris dragged me to a couple of stores. 
I tried on some clothes, but Chris was never satisfied.
"Why do you wear so much black? Have you ever heard of the rainbow?"
"Well, excuse me if I like to dress in the color of my soul."
"Why don't you try this on?" Chris was holding up a piece of purple fabric.
"What do I look like? Barney?"
"Okay, I'm taking over," Jaisley says, pushing Chris away.
"No one is picking my clothes. I can pick them myself," I tell them. 
"Im. Picking. Them. Understood." Jaisley was giving me the meanest glare I had ever seen and the girls were standing behind her making signals for me to just obey her.
"Ok, fine, but if I don't like them, I'm putting them back."
"Don't insult me," Jaisley tells me and she drags me into a different store. 
Now this store was more my style.
Instead of the stores Chris took me to that had bright and perky outfits, Jaisley took me to a store that had darker shades, but it was stylish and sexy.
"Thank me later," Jaisley whispered. She started going through the isles, picking up things, but she didn't want me to see, so she sent me to the fitting room with Chris.
"Okay, here's everything I found." Jaisley comes into the fitting room with a shopping cart filled with clothes. "Come out when you try on something, so we can see." They all waited outside of the fitting room. 
There was so much clothes and I didn't know what to put on first.
How did she even know my size.
I settled for a fall off the shoulder, long sleeved top that exposed my back and light brown, toned shoulders. It had strings going criss crossed across my back, but I didn't mind.
I matched it with a short skirt and it looked great. I stepped out of the fitting room for them to see me.
"You look amazing, Anne," Chris told me.
"Of course she does. I dressed her. Now go back in and try on everything else. We don't have all day."
"How sweet," I tell Jaisley sarcastically, but I obey and go back in. The rest of the outfits were a combination of fishnets, skirts, stylish pants, exposing fabrics, chains, and more. She even picked out some bathing suits.
What surprised me the most was the last outfit.
"Jaisley, your fucking crazy if you think I'm going to wear this." I didn't even know what it was until I put it on.  "Is this a fucking tail attached to it?"
"You never know when it'll come in handy. You sure do need to get some," she had the nerves to say. Jaisley slipped in some lingerie when she gave me my clothes. But it wasn't even some simple lingerie.
I could tell she was the type for role play. The thing was black lace with a poofy skirt. The corset part had a pair of paws stitched onto the boob area and lets not forget the dangling tail.
"I don't even have a boyfriend. Who do you exactly think I'd be getting any from?"
"You seem to be cozying up to Alaric. The quiet little mouse might like a dominate cat." 
"You must be insane. I'm convinced because 1. Alaric and I are friends 2. Alaric is a werewolf, meaning he has a mate 3. I'm most definitely not his mate and 4. You must've been fucking dropped on your head."
"You don't have to be his mate to have some fun with him," Chris slides in. 
"Okay, I'm changing back into my cloths and I'm done with this conversation, but since we're on the subject of Alaric, why didn't anyone tell me his dad was the alpha?" 
I finish putting on my clothes, bragged the shopping cart filled with clothes that I wanted and walked out of the fitting room. I made sure to leave behind the lingerie.
"Took you long enough to figure out," Jaisley says, rolling her eyes. I noticed that Hanna wasn't outside of the fitting room with the girls and that's why I hadn't heard much from her.
"Where's Hanna," I asked them.
"Unlike you, my little dress up doll likes to get dressed up for me. Alaric would have appreciated it," Jaisley said. I just rolled my eyes and went to go pay for my new clothes.
"Try not to go hard on Alaric about the topic of his dad being alpha. It's a very sensitive topic, so no one brings it up. That's why no one told you." Chris was explaining to me by the cash register while Jaisley went looking for Hanna.
The nosy bitch inside of me was dying to find out what was going on and just wanted to interrogate Alaric, but I had to respect that it was a sensitive topic. I give Chris a quick nod.
"Guys, I'm pretty hungry. Let's go eat something in the food court," Hanna said, her and Jaisley finally coming back.

Anne, a powerful teen witch, moves to New Orleans with her father to help with the supernatural problems they were having. She meets new people, including the quiet, next in line alpha of the pack she's working with. His pack is ashamed to call him their next leader, but how will Anne's badass persona effect Alaric, the quiet alpha.

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