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You Will Call Me Sir

If you were given a chance to obtain Power or Happiness, which one would you choose? Kate once had it all. Clothes, food, a place to stay, and a loving family. However, it all ended when her parents were murdered by a mysterious organization. Stella, her split personality, was the reason she barely made it out with her life. A few years passed as she lived everyday in desperation. Tired, hungry, bitter, and on the verge of collapse, she was saved by a young boy when things took a turn for the worse. His name was Ciel Summers, her future dearest one. Things were going smoothly until she managed to pass the entrance exam to the prestigious Saint Claire Academy. Hidden schemes played behind the scenes as a serum capable of awakening the latent powers of anyone below the age of 15 was developed. They set their eyes on the elite students of the academy, and kidnapped Ciel, who became an unwilling test subject. It was the beginning of a series of events, which led Kate to discover the name of the organization that killed her parents and the secrets that were buried deep within her body. ----- If you get tired of the Kiddy Arc and want to read their adult lives then feel free to jump chapter 327, but I doubt you'll understand anything at that point xD! [Disclaimer: I will be changing POV's from time to time. This is how I wanted this story to be written. So please, bear with me. Thank you.] Updates: 1 chapter a day. Feel free to donate in my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/YourSir Chat with me on discord!: https://discord.gg/haeYN7N ---------- Feel free to check out my other story! "Go! Go! Summons: Summoning the Perfect Boyfriend" [Fantasy Romance, Female Lead, Comedy, Slice of Life.] https://www.webnovel.com/book/17411890805745005/Go!-Go!-Summons! Special thanks to RedPandaChick for helping me edit my novel. Thank you very much! P.S Cover Photo is not mine. All credit goes to their respective owners.

Elyon · ファンタジー
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350 Chs

I Hate You

A young boy with black hair and very delicate features looked at his reflection in the mirror. If his hair was longer, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he could be mistaken for a beautiful girl.

"I hate this," the young boy said through gritted teeth. He was clenching his fist tightly out of anger and frustration. His name was Jean Claude Summers. Currently twelve years old and also enrolled in Saint Clare Academy.

"Why must you always compare me to him? Why?" Jean muttered in helplessness.

He could still remember the conversation he had with his father a few hours ago. Every weekend, he had to go back to their residence to give his weekly report to his father.

If possible, he didn't want to see him. He had already developed a kind of trauma whenever he saw his father look at him with disappointment. Jean knew that in his father's eyes he was a failure.