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Hey guys! It's me, Lavender. The author and maker of "A Love Like, Crimson Roses!" ^_^

   Now, I know this may come as a shock but we are going to have such a blast. For those who looks for a forbidden romance, a love to good to be true, the feels of trust and betrayal.. Well, this is the story for you. This story you can say is like, a very proud piece of mines. And don't worry for those who might get confused along the way, everything will start pulling together as you go throughout the story. 

   However, this start is a little bit different from the novels your usually use to reading all day. This story is a "POV" meaning (point of view.) It could only mean, it will come from the views of the characters involved in this book. Every character in this book specks to there own personality. Each one, is unique and proud in their own way. However, the love never stops running. 

   I'm nothing more but a Brooklyn girl from New York. But I had my fair share of experience in life despite my age- which is only 21 by the way lol. I only hope for your love and support ^_^! 

   And if your looking for more stories done by me truly. You can check me out @Miaruki on Wattpad and Webnovel @LavenderKydd. Plus on a interactive story app game called Chapters where one of my works called "Dare to Dream" is located. 

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Fiona and Ajar, two people from unlikely worlds. However, a connection they share brings them together, and they are set out to figure out the truth. They go on a journey of heartbreak, love, betrayal, and friendships. They aren’t made for each other. At least that’s what they thought. Hell has bought them together and refuses to trade them in for something different. What will they do, if they being together could be the end of the world? What will have to give and what will have to be sacrificed?

"You are so kawaii, adn."
    "(=-=) Stop calling me cute, senpai."
    "Why? You're the cutest kid I've met online"
    Senpai could be annoying sometimes, but she was my senpai, and i could never be mad at her. Hold on you guys. You need to know what happened before this. I am going to start from the beginning.
    It all started one day when i wanted to write a book. I opened the Google Play Store and saw this app called Wattpad. It was amazing! I could write books, and read books, and talk to people about books. And I could socialize while doing it! I loved it. I started reading a Naruto fanfiction called Reborn. It was really cool. I followed the person who wrote it, aaliswalker, and asked her to read my book, Powerless: a Boruto Fanfiction (which is also my book from wattpad. please check it out) and give me some feedback. Later that day, I got a message from her saying that my book was a little too fast-paced but other than that it was good (^-^). And so started a relationship like never before.
    "The internet is amazing, walker-san! I met u on it. It has just one flaw tho..." I chatted to senpai.
    "And what's that?" she chatted back.
    "We wont know for sure if we r who we say we r. Which means we could pass up the chance for a good friend and not kno it. Ya kno what I mean?"
    "Yes. And then you could meet a good person and not kno it and just leave them before you should've. It's kinda sad, really"
    "I wish the internet had some way of verification."
    "If only, if only."
    "I gotta go to bed senpai. It's 2:30 here. I already stayed up until 5 talking to you before, but i need to go to bed earlier for once. Goodnight senpai!"
    "Goodnight. My little adn is kawaii to the extreme!"
    I went to my room and opened a real book. Not one from a screen. "Marked," by P.C. and Kristin Cast. I started up where I left off last time.
    "From this day on, my life would never be the same. And for a moment--just an instant--I forgot the horror of not belonging and felt a shocking burst of pleasure, while deep inside of me the blood of my grandmother's people rejoiced." It was a good book. After a couple of pages I looked at the page number, 24, and went to sleep. 
    "Thank you senpai," I thought. "Thank you for talking to me."

Life. It's a beautiful thing. It can also be a lonely thing. That's why you need somebody to talk to. Then there's the internet. It can be the only thing people can go to, and in the case of Aiden Pinos, its true. This book is made by me and also aaliswalker, a friend from Wattpad. This book is based on a true story. Please check her out. She makes amzing Naruto fanfictions.

Me: Checking the book, as usual.

51 Bookmarks? Ok.. 
11k Reads? Sounds great..

Wait...

The bookmarks got really high in a week. From 30s or so to 45, and now 51.

I'm really speechless. Maybe this book couldn't surpass those great works, but I never actually expected this trash dump of a draft could actually gain more than 30 bookmarks (or whatever the stars mean). 

Since there's no longer updates except the Arc extras, I don't think that the number will increase, yet God (Maybe Yuan Ji?? lol, I hope it's that person just fine) disagreed with me. 

Anyway, so many thanks for the (loyal) readers, and the voters. This one year was spent perfectly beyond my expectations (yeah, Dec 2018 to Jan 2019 counts as a year, no?).

Let's get into the point:
- New title: The Tales of Three Realms
- Update schedule: every 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30
- New cover, new Synopsis
- Ask me for spoiler in Wattpad if you want, but don't spoil the plot please.
- My Wattpad is ShouLang_YueChen
- My Discord is PaperCrane#8962
- The edited version published on 5 February
- I'm trying to edit as much as possible, but the target 2k words for each chap seem too hard to fulfill.
- Basically, Arcs are now Tales. 
- On the end of a Tale, there'll be extras and QnA
- While this book may seem like a fanfic to many myths, the stories are purely from imagination
- Help me pick a cover, SOS.
- I'm trying to build a plot, if you have ideas just talk to me. (I'll try to write it as Reader's Thought corner, where you unleash your imagination.)
- Next extra is going to be a bit hot, but not steamy... since YueChen was an underage and Yuan Ji is supposed to be pure and made of chastity, jokes, sass, and tsundere-ness. 

Alright, this'll do? 

Please also tell me your favorite character (male and female if possible) and a question for them. 

QnA, begins now!

BL novel! Everything in this novel is fiction!

『You saved me once, I'll repay your kindness...』

Gods exist, so are Ghosts and Demons.


Both the Water Deity and the young 'ghost's life changed after the fall. 

Yuan Ji didn't expect that he'd possess a teenager's body when he was casted out from the heaven for the nth time. Yang YueChen didn't expect a day where he would be having a friend by his side. 

Now the tricky, sharp-witted Deity had to work together with the naive boy to regain his lost memories and ascend to the heaven. 

Who knows, something else also bloomed in their short shared life....



{Caution on later chapters, please support, and don't copy my work.}

The cover isn't mine
- Updates will be slow
- Not all information of Cultivation and stuff will be correct, I'm just researching and editing the information
- This is a mix of Chinese and other cultures
- There will be Chinese ( traditional ) writing, but not a lot, don't worry, there are rough translations

There might be some Yaoi, not sure if I am going to add it as I get embarrassed even writing it so I tend to avoid it. Also although I did say there will be Chinese in this book, I am absolutely horrible at Chinese myself so please do correct me if I'm wrong. This book is also published on wattpad ( although not with the same username ) so if you're a wattpad user who happens to stumble by the poorly written book please don't be too surprised. That's all, hope you enjoy!
-Leto, the author

~I feel like... a dream, constantly drifting, real but at the same time not. Spending my days drifting, a ghost of my past~

( this same book is also on wattpad where I spend most of my time so this one might not get updated as often )

Prologue: New Life Online

In a world where peace has already been achieved and people are happily enjoying their time, they say that men are never satisfied and nothing is enough.

Thanks to the government funding the New Life Online Company, dreams became a new life.

Technology has improved dramatically making people able to create themselves in a New World.

A New World full of action and adventure that they can never do in real life.

New Life Online was released to the public and it boomed like crazy. Most of the entire population of the World started playing the game and even the government insisted on people to participate.

A peaceful normal life in the real world and an adventurer in another world, what could you ask for more, right?

After almost a year, a guy named Aries Kim who just woke up from a long-term comma decided to join this so-called perfect life. Will his life be as perfect as everybody else as well?

- Aries Kim, Author of New Life Online


Copyright © 2015 by Aries Kim

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the permission of the author.

(Author's Note)
Due to a person trying to use my name and my story, I decided to take down my story in Wattpad account to stop them from copying my story and I decided to rewrite it here. Please help and report other people using AriesKim or other people that are also uploading the same story as mine. Thank you.

Aries and his parents got involved in an accident, and he fell into a coma but his parents didn't survive.  After three years, he awoke from it. New Life Online was introduced to him by his friends, almost as if it was calling out to his current situation. A new adventure together with his friends awaits!

NLO has four parts but in this website, I will only post it in a single webnovel.

Here's the link for NLO Wattpad:
https://www.wattpad.com/story/46350839-new-life-online-battle-against-the-strongest-book

The Beach Awards 2018
Reviewed by, MissMaven
Publisher: Wattpad

Grammar/Spelling/Punctuation: 8/10
Cover: 4/5
Originality: 5/5
Character Development: 10/10
Plot Development: 8/10
Description: 3/5
Enjoyment: 5/5
Total: 43/50

Grammar/Spelling/Punctuation: "There were a few punctuation mistakes, but this story honestly can't be confined by normal punctuation since it's a story told poetically. Overall, I always knew what the author was saying and nothing stood out as greatly flawed."

Cover: "The cover is delicate and beautiful just like the story, so I felt like it was perfect. The title is a little off but not completely inaccurate, so I just took off one point."

Originality: "This story was absolutely original. As soon as I started it, I didn't put it down until I was finished with the entire thing. Not only is the format original, the plot is too. Also, the blurb for this story was 100% accurate."

Character Development: "You watch this main character undergo a complete transformation in this book in as few words as possible. It's fantastic. The development is both physical and mental, and it's very beautifully done."

Plot Development: "This story's plot is unique in that several parts are meant to be assumed and not explained. There was obviously plot progression that aided the story, but it was not exactly obvious. This was on purpose, but I did dock a few points because it could be seen as confusing for some. I personally had to ask the author some questions at the end to clarify."

Blurb/Description: "It's 100% accurate to the story and really prepared me for what I was about to read."

Enjoyment: "I loved reading this book. Every chapter was pure enjoyment, and I highly recommend this book to everyone looking for an airy light hearted read. It's incredibly creative and beautifully written."

A series of poems all forming a short Korean Drama novel of two best friends that might just be in love with each other. Both have conflicted emotions and one might be lying. Watch out, you might just get fished into their washed up love story.

A Times New Romance story that was created to allow the reader to build their own details within the story. The main characters name, how she changed, and how it all really ended, the readers create it themselves. Let your mind wander with Naughty Fish!

Winner of The Beach Awards 2018 for the Chicklit category!
Naughty Fish made the Watty's 2018 Shortlist for poetry! It was also nominated as 3# for The Poet category. 

All Rights Reserved © 2019 by Times New Romance

Berandalan Open PO ke-dua

Jovaaaaaan amisyuuuuu (/^0^)/

Open PO
Berandalan by Lina Dianita
Rp. 146.500

Sinopsis
Jovan sedang dalam pelariannya dari kejaran polisi, saat sebuah jendela rusak memberinya jalan untuk "menyelamatkan diri". Menyelamatkan dirinya dari polisi, juga menyelamatkan dirinya dari kekejaman dunia Berandalan.
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Judul : Berandalan
Penulis : Lina Dianita
Genre : fiksi, roman, dewasa
Ukuran : 14x20cm
Tebal : 508 hal.
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18+
Jovan sedang dalam pelariannya dari kejaran polisi saat sebuah jendela memberinya jalan untuk menyelamatkan diri. Menyelamatkan dirinya dari polisi juga menyelamatkan dirinya dari kekejaman dunia berandalan.

Takdir memang tak bisa diduga. Berawal dari sebuah jendela Jovan dapatkan pelajaran hidupnya. pelajaran mengenai ketulusan, persahabatan, pengkhianatan dan rasa paling gila yang disebut dengan cinta.

What I saw was a feature article in an old issue of The Economist discussing the political instability of African regimes, and how the shaky loyalties of the national armies (so many military coups in so many years) were bolstered by the hiring of politically neutral mercenaries.

It quoted a Captain Kross, advisor to the armed forces of Zaire: 'We're just instructors, but we do keep the boys so busy they don't have time to scheme'. It was a very long article - the quote appeared on page three of nine -  and I read on, hoping to find more wisdom from Kross.

I found much more than that. I found a picture that was worth a hundred quotes and proverbs. It was a photograph - one of maybe a dozen illustrating the article - that featured Mireille. She was standing by a group of ragged, thin African children; one of these was clutching her hand, and a building burned in the background. She was looking at something past the camera with hollowed eyes; her cheek glistened with what might have been a tear.

Kross was bending over her, a protective hand on her shoulder; his grim face was half turned towards the camera and he was raising his other hand, machine pistol attached, to block the view. The photo caption was tinged with the magazine's trademark irony: 'The knight and the damsel: a white mercenary comforts a survivor of the Shaba massacres.'

I got up and went to the kitchen and put my head under the tap prior to fixing another coffee and scotch. Was that how she'd lost her husband - hacked to death with machetes? Burned alive? And was she raped?

I read that issue of the Economist  from cover to cover. I found out that Shaba, formerly Katanga, was a rich province that understandably desired to become independent. All attempts to secede from Congo and later Zaire had failed, with lots of people dying in the process. That reminded me that my new wealth had involved people dying, too.

I took a shower and began hitting Peterborough bars. My automatic pilot must have been in top nick, for I woke up in the middle of the night on the front room sofa. I had a dim memory of actually talking to people while in one of the bars. I was terrified that I might have blurted out something self-incriminating in a rush of alcoholic honesty, and I spent the long hours until dawn shivering with paranoia.

I spent most of the new day at the computer too, sticking to coffee. I managed to find the site of the Ghana News Agency. The day after I'd clung to a tree trunk, hiding from a helicopter, they ran a short story about a gun battle between an army patrol and poachers in the Northwest Region. Three soldiers were killed; the poachers escaped.

It could have been real poachers, concurrently operating in the neighbourhood of Kross's battlefield. But somehow I didn't think so. It felt like a cover story invented to explain the casualties, and it made me an accomplice to murder. I was seriously considering turning myself over to the police when something happened.

What happened was that the telephone rang, and when I answered it I found that I was speaking to someone called Samantha. Someone called Samantha said we'd become friends the previous night and that I insisted on getting together the next day.

So instead of going to the police station I went to see Samantha, although I dreaded it almost as much. I didn't even remember what she'd looked like; hopefully, she remembered me. I wanted to find out what I'd told her the previous evening.

Samantha turned out to be good-looking and generally nice, and it turned out I'd said very little apart from making an impassioned speech about taking up painting again. She liked the fact that I'd listened to her talking about herself instead of the other way around. Also, she'd found my outburst interesting. I think she was disappointed when I said goodbye without asking to see her again.

I spent the next few weeks practically in hiding. I ventured out after nightfall to buy sundry items, and greatly boosted the business of a nearby Chinese takeaway and a pizza parlour. This went on until the arrival of another FedEx envelope from Sanis jolted me into action. It made me realize I'd made up my mind to hang onto the money, try and get away with it.

I decided to sever my last feeble connection with Kross: I decided to pay a last visit to the meat merchant's mansion. I'd collect any mail, say goodbye to Mr Natarajan, and never show my face there again.

I made the trip on a March day that couldn't decide whether it belonged to spring or winter. I hit a snow blizzard soon after I set out, but kept driving and was rewarded by an explosion of near-tropical sunshine an hour later. I parked the Oldsmobile on my old street around three in the afternoon.

It turned out Mr Natarajan wasn't in. A tenant let me enter, so at least I waited indoors. Mr Natarajan appeared after an extremely long half an hour. Right away he informed me with great excitement that my wife had shown up to drop off books I'd left behind. There also was some mail waiting for me.

"Ex-wife," I said, which made his day. He chortled and led me to a large carton which had once contained choice grade McIntosh apples from Mount Gay Farms. It was half-full of books and magazines.

I spotted a few envelopes scattered among the reading matter, and there was also a large flat package wrapped in brown paper that had gotten wet. I had the thought Donna had put together an album of photographs from our life together, meant to make me feel guilty. Natarajan reacted to my frowning silence by explaining humbly that he'd dropped the package in the snow on the way back from the post office – he'd went to collect it personally, took a slip and nearly injured himself. He shot me a reproachful look there.

I disappointed him. I was snappy when I asked if there was any other mail, if anyone had been asking about me again, and - had he seen Kross, heard from him? Was he around? Natarajan repeatedly denied everything; he became hurt and suspicious. I left quickly.

I didn't get back home until ten that night. I was tired and thought I'd deal with the carton the next day. But I found myself thinking about its contents - I had a feeling one of the envelopes contained a letter from Donna, and preferred reading it right away to wondering about what it said. So I got up again, brought the carton into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of vitamin-rich orange juice, and got down to work.

I was wriggling my hand under the big flat package to retrieve an obstinate envelope when it struck me that the hand-printed address hadn't been put there by Donna - it wasn't her hand. I took the package out and examined it, but everything was hopelessly smeared. I could hardly make out my own name on the envelope. I armed myself with the kitchen knife, slit the taped paper and opened the envelope to reveal an old newspaper: Vancouver Sun. It was wrapped around a book which was quite heavy. I unwrapped it and put it down on the table.

My heart began to bang the moment I saw the cover. It was old, stained leather, furred where someone had roughly scraped off the mold. I opened the cover and stared at the front page. It featured the handwritten title and author in slanted, embellished script, the ink purple with age: 'The Life Well Led. A Collection of Thoughts and Esseys. Horatio Greenbottle, Vicar of Rye, Sussx'.

I opened the book at random, and immediately saw that it wasn't random. There was a bookmark attached to the spine, a twisted leather thong, and someone had placed it there - about two thirds of the way through the manuscript. It would require fortitude to read that far; the big stiff pages were full of Greenbottle's slanting, cramped script - there were no margins, and approximately a hundred lines per page. His 's' resembled 'f' and he capitalized nouns, verbs and adjectives whenever he thought it appropriate.

I got my mother's magnifying glass from the kitchen drawer; she used it to read the purposely tiny type on food packaging. When I bent over the book again an X penciled on the page jumped out at me, magnified six times. It marked the beginning of a sentence, and I slowly slid the glass over these letters:

'For God is Infinitly Mercifull; yet he who Lives by Falsehood will even Lie to Him, and seek to Caress His Mercie with False Gifts.  As His Humble Servant I had many a Time Prepared a Sinner to Meet His Maker, and recieved many Pledges of Property and Monneys from the Deathbed. Had They All been Earnest, my Humble Vicrage would Possess more Wealth than the Vatican, for these Empty Promisses included viz. a Gold Mine in Brasil, one Isle in the West Indies and another in the Greek Seas (tho' the Benefactor knew these Seas remain under Infidel Rule), and a magnificent Mansion whos Dying Master was pleass'd to call his Glasgow Castle. But of all the Wretched Souls  seeking to Appeaz Gods Rightful Wrath, none were more Elaborate and Cunning than a certain James Avery, by his own admittance a very Sad Dog indeed, who Claimed to Know of Treasure  Hidden Well out of Reach viz. on the Coast of Guinney, buried under Stones he called the Weeping Sisters, and whos Compleat Story I shall now Recount for My Readers' Edification.'

I put the magnifying glass aside, sat down, and began to read.


                                                                      THE END

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If you are reading it at a different site, it has been copied and reproduced without the author's consent. The owner of that site is a thief.

What do you do when you've just lost your job, your wife, your home?
The answer is simple: you go looking for treasure in Africa.
NOTE: This is a completed novel I wrote a long time ago.

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