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VOLUME 1
October 3, 1976 - Alana Hales is born
1981 January - Alana's mind stabilises at age 4
1982 November - A month after father's death Alana starts school
1982 December - Alana meets Jake Matthews
1983 January - Alana is given a violin by Mrs Linda
1983 March - Alana starts official karate lessons under Mr Matthews
1983 May - Katherine Hales' condition worsens
October 3, 1983 - Alana's 7th birthday she receives her triskelion
1983 November - Alana has discovered a stalker, crafted her basic Mindscape and Capricorn I created
1984 January - Capricorn II
1984 March - Inventory system Aquarius is created
1984 May - Child services, Capricorn III, Aquarius II
1984 August- Katherine Hales' death
1984 October - Alana meets Vincent de Azrael at age 8
1984 December -Azrael invites Alana to live with him
1985 November - Capricorn IV, Aquarius III, Pisces I created 
1985 December - Knockturn Alley with Azrael
1986 February - Alana meets Roul
1986 November - Alana steals from the Ashworth Summer Estate, Pisces II
1987 January - The Hit on Archie Tryce and the formation of The Nest
1987 March - Hit on Italian Nicholas Borges
1988 April - France, Aquarius IV, Pisces III
1988 May - Germany, Gregorovitch, Capricorn V and Illegimency
1988 July - The Romanians and Azrael's death
1988 August - Destruction of the Wallachia Coven
1989 August - The Italian Otavio Russo arrives in Britain

VOLUME 2
1990 August - John Dawlish, The Ministry of Magic and the introduction of Alana Vincent
1990 September - The train to Hogwarts, the reappearance of Jake Matthews and Ravenclaw sorting. Leoen Volkov and first classes
1990 October - Capricorn V, Aquarius IV, Pisces III. The Potion Book, Fencing Club and Samhain
1990 November - Astronomy Lesson
1990 December - Yule with Otavio, hunting with Raymond
1991 January - Alana explains her 'job'
1991 March/April - Chiara Lobosca and Nymphadora Tonks
1991 June - The salamander incident and the Weasley twins. Capricorn V, Aquarius IV, Pisces IV.
1991 July - The final feast, the Goblin bank and the brawl on wolfsbane
1991 August - Lilith Bathery and the Werewolf pack

With a gift bringing hope, comfort and relief, it was only fitting that Gaia bestow a curse of equal measure. A child to reap what it could not. A child born of death's greed and life's carelessness. Fate was rewritten then with the dignified scrawl of an unknown deity. Screaming and kicking at the divine injustice of it all, a new life was born into the world. Out of the frenzied passions of a drunkard and a drug addict from the shadowed back streets of London came Alana Hales. Out of the tattered folds of deaths cloak came the worn soul of one Alexis Crevan. 

I don't own Harry Potter, The Gamer, the Labyrinth, or any of their characters. If I did, I would be rich.

When I began writing the biography of Death, I was not sure where it would lead me. Real life inspiration and the darkest recesses of my mind competed to see which could be the more sinister. To a large extent I blindly followed them, and merely wrote down whatever sweet songs of madness they crooned to me along the trail. 

Like most writers I wrangled friends and relatives into giving me feedback. One, a millennial snowflake, was invaluable. They seemed to consider this fantasy nightmare I had created, to be some sort of manifesto. For the record this book is pure fiction. Fiction inspired by real world events in a few cases, but fiction nonetheless. Like all works of supernatural horror, this book is meant to be entertainment. It is perhaps a meditation on the zeitgeist of the modern west, but it is still as fictional as 1984 or A Christmas Carol. 

Another person seemed bothered by the apparent moral contradictions in my lead character. To this I can only say that a man is the sum of his contradictions. People love to apply the rules to others, but find reasons to grant themselves exceptions to their own rules. I did not want an incorruptible white knight monster. I wanted a complex and thinking human monster. To my way of thinking his inconsistency was his most human feature, even after he leaves his humanity behind. 

Should anyone find a mirror image to themselves in these pages, then it is only their own ego. The sum of this work has been so thoroughly washed in the waters of horror and fantasy that no living or deceased human could ever be reasonably compared to its contents. 

No rational person could ever compare the buffoons portrayed in these pages to a real life counterparts. Any person contending to the contrary is either a snowflake melting in the flames of my mad vision, or a lunatic in desperate need of having their mental faculties examined by a competent professional, I have time for neither. The fact that this book is fiction cannot be over emphasized. 
 
 -Arthur Thomas VanDelay May 2019

Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

In a word, Igor thought of his human masters as completely selfish. They were completely emerged in their own little worlds, and they always seemed to be oblivious to the real issues at hand. The earth could have been crumbling at their feet, but they wouldn't of even noticed.

Keeping in their own realities, having the world revolve around them, the Lennox family was just one example of a new money family in America. The majority of people became even more self involved then the past.

 It wasn't easy to find someone who wasn't a narcissist. 'ME ME ME.' Is what they chanted to themselves on a daily basis.

This was to the point that narcissism became a rare personality disorder because the standard for it had been scaled up very high. The newest DSM book had even revised the section for this drastic change in culture. The world had become all the less sane with the recent innovations.

 Since 2015, the world had gained the following: A smart phone with holograms, affordable flying cars, hover-boards, voice locks, genetic identification, chips with banking and identification data inside them that had been planted inside all humans, and most importantly, GenAlucards.

 With the ability to become completely immersed in a world full of connections, but, initially disconnected from real human interactions, was a double edged sword. People had become more withdrawn into themselves.

Less of them had 'true' friends, and more family orientated people came into existence. These inventions and the side effects of them caused the middle class to either fall into poverty, or become rich. The majority of the middle class, had become poor, whereas, the lucky few, like the new money Lennox family, became stinking rich.

The poor class was even more of a percentage of the country than ever before, not just because of the 20 million GenAlucards living in poverty, but generally because the poor stayed poor, and the rich just kept getting richer. 

With a limited socialistic capitalistic society, the less fortunate had to buy what was on the market and available to them, whereas the rich were able to acquire the best items that were not available to the general public.

The working poor had to go to poor schools with small budgets. College never seemed to be an option, and people only lived with their families unless they met an eligible bachelor/bride.

College became less affordable to the point that only the rich could afford it. With the government being greedy and the officials not giving a crap about the poor, student loans had become unavailable for the majority of people. That was, either that, or with such high interest rates that the poor could not afford to pay them off until death.

GenAlucards had a similar view of the world to the human low class. Their point of view was much more cynical, and just having food and a nice place to sleep was considered 'rich' to them. The GenAlucards had a burning hatred towards humans. They weren't discriminatory against humans, but were discriminated against by humans.

The GenaAlucards thought that the humans complained too much about their dire circumstances. 'First World Problems' was the silly expression they used to explain their situation.

In Igor's wise opinion, of being an elder to most other GenAlucards, he thought the poor were full of shit, and so were the rich. What a horrible race to have gotten control of us.

What he didn't know was that the humans controlled them because the humans were their creators, their gods. His masters seemed very unintelligent to him.

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"Igor get me my mirror, I left it on the breakfast table again." The Lennox Mother commanded.

"Of course, Mrs." Why she had wanted to look in the mirror so much was beyond Igor. He rarely saw his face. The servants quarters had no mirrors. The only time he could tell what he looked like was when he went to a store with Mistress Maisie. When he saw himself all he felt was indifference.

 What could that being in the mirror be? Was it really him? A demon with crimson red eyes and burning red hair. A demon with a pair of large fangs and a brown tongue. A demon with a white face and white hands. A tall man with wings. To him, his appearance was bizarre because he never saw himself growing up, and all he had was the word of others that he looked nice. He only saw many other GenAlucards who looked completely different than the humans, whom had, normal average attire and their tan skin, normal shaded eyes (green, blue, brown, dark brown), and brown, black, or blonde hair.

Igor walked down to the kitchen and retrieved Lady Lennox's mirror. It was a small little pocket mirror with gold leaves carved into it. It read 'Mirror Mirror, Corp. Est. 1955.' What an old mirror, Igor thought. The date was March 20th of 2174. It was at least 200 years old. Igor wondered if it was a family heirloom. There was no way to find out.

 GenAlucards weren't granted access to the world internet or the Library of America. In fact, library screened people out at the door using a monitor to view the information about identity in chips inside people's necks and wrists. So, Igor was only left to find books where he could. The only places were the bazaar or in Mistress Maisie's library. She let Igor look at her books on the condition that he kept it a secret. Her books were mostly fantasy, but there were political books and economic books that Igor took an interest in.

Igor went up the stairs to Mrs. Lennox's room. Rapp- a tap tap. Igor knocked his knuckle on a big red oak door. Out came Mrs. Lennox wearing blue lingerie. A woman with no taste who wasn't any good at holding back her impulses.

"Here's your mirror Mrs. Lennox." Igor stared at the ceiling as to avoid her gaze and her look. It would have been awkward to see Maisie's mom piratically naked.

"Oh yes, thank you." Mrs. Lennox then slammed the door. Whatever those two were planning on doing in there went over Igor's untainted mind. He had an idea but made a resolve not to think about it.

"Have you seen my wife?" Mr. Lennox came up behind him. Igor jumped. He had startled Igor. Igor's nails popped out kind of like a cats. He tried to hide them. Luckily he was wearing a pair of black gloves.

"I believe she's in your room waiting for you."

"Hmm. Okay," Mr. Lennox opened the door horrified as to what he saw. His wife was even more of a narcissist then he was. She was looking in a five way mirror at her own body.

"Do I look fat, Harry?" Mr.s Lennox said, the most cliché thing a female would. Harry rolled his eyes and almost laughed.

"You know the answer to that is always the same no matter what the real answer is, so I shall give you no pleasure of me answering it." It was times like these Harry felt smarter than your average man.

"I suppose you think you're clever." Mrs. Lennox winked.

"Yes, dear, I do." Mr. Lennox picked up her hand and kissed it. Then he kissed her on the neck.

"Anyways, unfortunately I have to go to work, I just came by to tell you there's no chance I'll be coming home early enough for our midweek session. Goodbye dear." Mr. Lennox walked out, and Igor was still waiting by on the staircase in the case something drastic had happened because he had become suspicious something fishy was going on in the Masters bedroom. 

Igor was feeling a little aroused. His bat wings were tingling and he felt a new kind of sensation he hadn't before.

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"Igor, please come here." Mistress Maisie rang on her caller. He had a little beeper on his black work pants and she could use it to call for him instead of the old way of just ringing a bell. That way he could help everyone else in the house when he wasn't needed by her.

Igor came to Mistress Maisie's rescue. Not that she needed rescuing or anything, but that's what he'd like to think of it as.

"I need you to drive me to my friend's house in the family car."

"Yes." He said.

Maisie hung around a protest group and not a single one of her friends weren't in it. She had become a political activist against the GenAlucard's enslavement, the poor becoming an even bigger population of the United States, and many other political issues. 

Her group, the White Angels, basically became the heroes for the poor, the GenAlucards, and the regular average joe of the United States. What was wrong with their way of doing things was the riots they caused and the people to have fragile mental states. Murder and arson always tended to happen after the preaching of the White Angels' leader Jack Smack. 

He filled their ears with sweet nothings and pleasant thoughts and then turned it around on them with the hatred in his heart, about what was wrong with the country, and how the government wasn't treating its people correctly, about how officials were doing their part to get elected but then were off to fulfill their own political agenda which generally comprised of taking over the world, or getting free stuff from lobbyists.

Igor was one of the only GenAlucards to learn how to fly a hover-car and be safe about it. The regular population of GenAlucards cannot drive and are not permitted to. It all depended on the clearance of the family and their needs. 

Igor took Mistress Maisie over to her friend Genevieve's (Gene for short) house and then was on standby. Igor wondered what she was doing in there. Mistress Maisie was naive about what the White Angel's real motives had been. It was a group to try to take over the government for their own gain. 

The government was on full tilt. It had no favor with the people, and they wanted to overhaul it. Full on anarchy was preferable to it.

After being on standby for two hours, Igor took a book out of his pocket to read. He begun to read 1984 by George Orwell. He found it in a closet buried in Mistress Maisie's room. Why she had it, he didn't know.  Since the date was interesting on the cover (Copyright 1948), and had been so long ago, he had wondered what it could be about. 

He liked to try to learn about history if he ever found stuff to read about it. He had no idea it was about a dystopian government with crazy socialistic views. Which was to him was all too much like his own world.

In the year 2175, Genetic Vampires have become the slaves of humanity. Igor is just trying to live a life of simple servitude, but his master's daughter 'Maisie' has other plans for him.

The diary's first page had the picture of a young girl. Ye Mo could tell that that was the young Sister Yan. Ye Mo felt that even now, there wasn't much of a difference between the two. On the right side, there were the words 'Yin Qingyan's diary'.
Yin Qingyan? Was that Sister Yan's name? Ye Mo suddenly remembered how she had said that his mother was Yin Qingcheng. Was she his aunty then? Ye Mo frowned. If she was, then wasn't the way she had acted with him a bit over the line?
Although it was fine in Luo Yue Continent for aunt and niece to marry the same person, this was earth. Ye Mo soon shook his head. Perhaps she was missing his mother. Ye Mo banged his head - he was thinking too much about it.
After having done that with Song Yangzhu and after living with Ning Qingxue daily, his thinking seemed to have become dirty.
Ye Mo shook his head and flipped to the next page. The words were much more obscure and crooked. Ye Mo suspected a little kid must have written it, and there wasn't much content.
"1980, the 8th of April, a sunny day. Today we were at the Mao Ci Wan market place. My dad and sister brought me along, and I used the money dad gave me to buy a diary. I really like this book. I'm six now, and I finally have my own diary."
Afterwards, there were some trivial things, like the things she did with her sister. From her words, it would seem that her sister protected her a lot.
"1981, the 25th of January, a snowy day. A big brother came to our family. He's a few years older than sister, amd he became our martial brother. We call him Ye Cai."
….
"1982, the 16th of February, a sunny day. Dad always liked to make us practice martial arts everyday, but I didn't like it. I only like that ancient music instrument. Later on, martial brother and sister practiced martial arts, while I practiced music. At the start, my dad would tell me off, but later on, he didn't say anything and supported me instead."
"1982, the 27th of March, a rainy day. A friend of dad's came over. He said I was very talented and said I should participate in a tournament and thay I can win number one in the country for the young generation. He wanted me to go to Beijing, but I didn't want to. Dad just asked me and afterwards declined that person's offer.
….
"1983, the 19th of November, a cloudy day. I wasn't in a good mood today. I have the feeling that the music I play isn't good at all. I feel dad's mood also isn't good."
….
"1984, the 21st of June, a cloudy day. Martial brother and sister are both very nice to me, perhaps because I'm the youngest. When there is good food or good toys, sister lets me have a pick first. Sister never fought over anything with me. Dad is also very nice to me and has never criticized me, but he always reproaches sister. Sometimes, she would even cry, and he always lets me pick the good stuff first before letting sister choose. That's why I've been thinking, 'Is sister not his real daughter?'"
The plane suddenly shook a bit, so Ye Mo sent out his spirit sense. There was some turbulence. A flight attendant still pushed her trolley over and looked at Ye Mo and asked, "Sir, do you need anything to drink?"
"Sure, I'll have a cup of orange juice," Ye Mo said casually and took the orange juice from her.  Then, as he subconsciously glanced at this flight attendant, he smiled intriguingly. He noticed that there was a pistol under the trolley.
The flight attendant saw Ye Mo smile and blushed. She was very pretty, and she knew that those who could fly between Hong Kong and San Francisco were usually rich people. The young man who smiled at her was quite good-looking, and the main thing about him was that he had a certain special temperament. At that moment, she even forgot to keep going.
Ye Mo patted her trolley and quickly grabbed the pistol under the trolley, and he destroyed the internal structure while leaving a spirit sense mark on it before putting it back.
He originally thought the pistol belonged to the flight attendant, but apparently it was not. She didn't even know there was a pistol there.
Ye Mo put the diary away. He could look at it after he went back. Since he found a pistol, something had to be wrong with this plane. Ye Mo thought of Ning Qingxue's plane - that had also been between Hong Kong and San Francisco.
The flight attendant quickly pushed the trolley further down the aisle and gave a cup of coffee to some man.
Ye Mo kept his spirit sense scanning around, but even after the flight attendant had pushed the trolley all the way back and forth, no one had taken the pistol. Ye Mo was confused. Did someone forget the pistol there, or did it belong to the flight attendant after all?
The flight attendant stopped the trolley, and she started chatting with other flight attendants. There were five of them altogether. Ye Mo retrieved his spirit sense. He had marked the gun anyways and would know who took it.
"Are you going to San Francisco on holiday?" The person sitting next to Ye Mo broke Ye Mo's train of thought.
Ye Mo just then took a proper look at him. It was an old man in his 60s. He looked like he was in good spirits, but Ye Mo knew that this old man was about to die. Ye Mo was curious to see what disease he had. Why would he still travel to the US when he was about to die?
The old man's condition was very strange. Although Ye Mo didn't use his chi to check the old man's body, his spirit sense was usually enough to see what the disease was, but this time it wasn't. If it wasn't for him being able to sense the death chi circulating around the old man, he wouldn't even have known that the old man was sick.
Ye Mo smiled and replied, "You could say that. I went to find someone, and then I went around here and there."
He wasn't interested in talking to this old man. He just felt the old man's condition was strange, but it didn't matter to him that much.
"Young man, you seem quite strong. You're probably from an ancient martial arts family, right? About that gun, I'm sure that it doesn't belong to you, but you know that since someone put a gun there, it means that he has other plans. The passengers are innocent, so why did you put the pistol back?" The old man's words shocked Ye Mo.
Ye Mo immediately focused and properly scanned the old man with his spirit sense. He really didn't have any power qi inside of him. How could someone like that see through Ye Mo's actions? Even though he didn't intentionally try to mask his movements with magic, he was sure that even most black levels wouldn't be able to see his actions. Yet the only thing the old man didn't see was that he had damaged the gun.
"You're very strong too! You could tell that I touched the pistol, so you're probably not going to San Francisco on holiday, right?" Ye Mo's voice went cold. He even suspected that the old man had spirit sense, and that he might be a cultivator as well, one far stronger than him at that.
When it came to ancient martial artists, even if they reached a state Ye Mo didn't know about, he would still be able to know how strong they were, because they couldn't hide their qi waves from his spirit sense.
But it was different for spirit chi cultivators. If their power far surpassed his, he wouldn't be able to tell there was anything abnormal about them.
"Haha, don't worry. I'm just a useless person who can read a bit if Feng Shui," the old man explained.
There was no way. Ye Mo was still doubtful, but he didn't question the old man.
Seeing that Ye Mo didn't speak, the old man said again, "Young man, if you don't mind, I can look at your palm for you."
Ye Mo wanted to just reject the old man, but thinking about how the old man had been able to notice his actions, he changed his mind.
As soon as Ye Mo reached out his hands though, a young man at the back stood up and said, "Grandpa, your body isn't well. You shouldn't do that."
Ye Mo didn't turn back, but he did scan the young man. He was only in his 20s but also had death chi surrounding him, even though it was much fainter.
The old man waved his hand, "Xiao Ku, don't worry, I know."


When Ye Mo suddenly woke up, he realized that everything around him seemed to have changed. His pretty master was nowhere to be seen. Most importantly, he remembered something scary that wasn’t about himself.
Therefore, Ye Mo hurried to run into a small alley without people after class. The first thing he did was pull down his pants. He just wanted to check out his p**is.
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**Warning: This novel contains mature content**
Release Rate: 14 Chapters/Week

A beat up yellow motorcycle zooms into the parking lot, nearly hitting a group of freshman students. 

'Sh*t!' Thinks the driver, a sophomore with long legs and a bad record of being late to school.

'Not only am I running late on the first day, my teacher has to be Cunningham!' Naomi shakes her head bitterly as she removes her black helmet. Mr. Cunningham was well known for being tough on students, especially those who slip up.

Her tardiness was sure to be a damper on her grades if she didn't hurry or come up with a good excuse.

Naomi runs through the halls, nearly plowing some other late students over.

"Sorry!" she blurts, but doesn't stop or turn around.

Naomi sees the door up ahead! Just ten more steps...

seven...

three!..

The bell rings.

Naomi stops in her tracks and hangs her head, quickly contemplating whether or not to leave. But, no. Many people (especially those she *literally* ran into), had seen her. Playing sick would be useless and blacklist her on the teacher-side for being a liar. All of this passes through her head in a matter of two seconds.

She takes a deep breath and pulls on the door handle, walking into a silent room and a glaring middle aged man.

An idea pops into her head and she fights back a grin.

"I am SO sorry, Mr. Cunningham! I just checked out the most amazing book from the library when I happened to check my watch! I rushed to class, but the bell rang before I could make it! Deepest apologies." She bowed her head for added effect.

"Oh, might I ask what book that may be?" There was a challenge in the English teacher's voice.

Smiling gently, Naomi withdrew the copy of 1984 she had "lost" (aka stolen from the library and paid a fine for) last year from her bag.

The classic piece of literature was sure to win some approval and respect, right?

After a short moment, Cunningham decided to let it rest and bade her to sit down in her assigned seat. Naomi scuttled to a seat next to a boy with auburn hair and devastatingly attractive cheekbones. Cunningham proceeded to lecture the class on his late-work, tardy, and behavior policies, as well as the grading scale and what is to be expected of this honors-level English II class.

Naomi and the rest of the class spaced out for most of it, but refrained from speaking or looking sleepy. Cunningham's wrath was not to be underestimated. It was told that he once had a student that was incredibly intelligent and a great writer, but had rebellious tendencies, such as refusing common Literature theories, interrupting lectures, and putting his feet on the desk.

That student was no legend either, Nate Burns, was so despised by Cunningham that he almost failed the class the first semester.

He threatened to drop out, but knew that would only please the teacher, so he switched to online classes and attempted 32 online writing assignments in under a week that same semester. Nate earned a C+ in the class that semester as a result of cramming in so many writing pieces, but it was better than failing.

Cunningham received no repercussion from the school board, despite his biased grades. He had two Language Arts bachelor's degrees and so, he was the best in the English department, no matter his terrible personality.

Every student feared that story, not wanting to be the next Nate Burns. Naomi was no exception. She knew she had to focus.

Yet, somehow her attention kept swaying towards the new boy in the seat next to her...

Explore the rural, yet scandalous, High School of Naomi Hayes, a girl who doesn't quite fit in but knows how to pull the strings on the social ladder of her single-minded peers. Will she make it to graduation? Or will she finally lose patience and ditch her small town before getting her diploma?

Hello there.

How are you?

Hopefully, you're doing great, I am not so great, today I have to tell my ex-lover about the children we have together and I don't know how to break it to him.

It's been 18 years since I last saw him.

I'm nervous, I'm scared, I don't know what to expect.

I just hope he does not hate me for keeping this from him.
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My name is Kang Titania or Yashuharu Titania the slut.

It's the 27th of July 2016, my birthday, (haha).

I was born on the 27th of July in 1984, I don't have a favourite colour, I have long black hair, but the colour is dull at the moment with all the hair dye. 

I'm thinking of dying it blue next time but my eldest son doesn't agree. 

He said I should dye it black because then I look like his mother, other times I look like a young woman (hehe).

Anyways I wanted to tell you about my story, I'm about to go meet up with my ex at his work and tell him that I the girl he once loved kept what he wished for the most but that is not the only reason why I want to meet him today.

Over the years, my children have continuously asked about him and I always used to just brush it off by saying, he died but that's not the truth.

I said that because I did not want them to hurt the way I did if I had stayed with their father, they wouldn't have been born.

This was the correct decision I made and as their mother it's my duty to protect them but I can't anymore, all three of them will be turning 18 years old in 3 months and it's time to let Yashuharu Yoshino know about his children, the 5 kids I gave birth too, are all his.

You will find out soon why I called this book, Rich Sex.

But after reading my story, I truly hope you don't think of me as a slut anymore.

I only had sex with one man, Yashuharu Yoshino is his name, yes we've had sex in the past, we did it almost every day, I allowed him to enter me because I loved him, I still do, even after 18 years of being without him, I still love that man.

WARNING: THIS NOVEL IS NOT SUITED FOR EVERYONE IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE HUMAN CRUELTY, PLEASE DON'T READ.

Rich Sex is a novel based on real events that took place such as arranged marriages, slavery, harassment, rape and more mixed together with my exaggerated imagination combined together that introduces many topics about human nature. 

**This book is sometimes mistaken as a Romance Novel after reading the first few chapters but it's not, this novel is more in the psychological genre, with some minor funny scenes**
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Book 1 is about the youngest daughter of the Kang siblings, this confused story of hers is only explained after book 2 is complete. (If that makes sense.)

Book 2 is about the psychotic behaviour of the Kang Siblings, at first its a person who triggers the 6 siblings to have a change in them, then everything follows suit.

Book 3: Explains what happened to the characters of book 1 and the conclusion of the story wraps up in book 3.

Beware, I did not take my time editing this.

*I WILL PLAY LISA'S CHARACTER FROM NOW* 
With enthusiasm Riya asking to me, what will you gonna buy for Remo's birthday present? I said Umm... Last time Remo and I went to visit SARA incredible book fare. That time Remo was searching Harry Potter new chapter book, but when he found that book and saw the price suddenly his reaction was changed. He said to me in a foolish way next time I'll buy it. He was smiling absurdity. But I knew why he didn't buy that book because he didn't have money at that time. Now I am thinking that I should buy that book. Riya said, yeah! it would be great, and I think the Harry Potter book price is not worth more than $250.

This Novel is about a girl and about her journey to becoming a queen, In this novel you'll definitely enjoy. Because it is not just about adventure but as well as romance,action,comedy AND OF COURSE fantasy.
The name of queen is Lisa. I hope you'll like it... :)
if you love it let me know(comment,share,like and support):)
BUTTERFLIES QN

Now that I have so many PCs in luck I will be doing my first lottery. I hope I have something good.

Ren: What can I win by making a system lottery. "

[You can win lots of things like lineages, skills, weapons ... you can even earn bonuses. You can merge multiple lotteries to win better prizes]

Ren: It means that I can merge my 2 lotteries to make one. I thought for a few minutes and asked the system:

Ren: Merge my 2 lottery please. I merged them to have the best possible chance of having better things.

[lottery merge would you like to use it Y / N]

I didn't even think about it, I clicked yes and another blank page appeared in front of me. On this page there was a button (start) and a long horizontal strip. On the horizontal strip there was a full picture. On these images there were weapons of books and logos.

I then clicked on start. And the pictures we start to parade. They marched for a few minutes and stopped.

The lottery is to stop on a gold book with lots of diamonds and gold on it. He was super handsome.

[You got a legendary book with a 0.01% chance of having it. The book is stored in your inventory]

[Hidden quest (to make a lottery): 10 skill points and +5 in each stats]

Ren: System take out the book from my inventory. After saying that the system took the book out of my inventory and put it in my hand. The book is not big it is just 40 pages. It is called flattening.

[Flattening: Legendary book which once learned allows you to flatten whatever the user wants. Can even flatten the world with enough mana]

Ren: This book is damn op if I can flatten the world I will be invincible even jubi can do nothing to me. Ahahahhaha. "

[Will you go well host.]

Ren: Yes don't worry. "

Since I didn't want to waste time, I started to read the book. The book is super simple with some laws of physics that I knew from my old world. I was able to memorize everything easily. I tried to execute it as the book said. The only problem is that I don't know how to use my mana.

Ren: System, you can buy me a book to check my mana. The cheapest please. As I had no idea how to use my mana I have to buy a book that will teach me.

[Buy book:

Mana control: A skill that allows you to control your mana to perfection.

Cost: 2000PC]

Another book landed on my hand. This book was much less beautiful than the other book. It was 190 pages which was huge for me who normally never reads. I started to read it and thanks to my sharingan I remembered everything. If you did not know it the sharingan gives you an eidetic memory. There was a lot of weird word that I couldn't understand. But I even managed to understand everything. In this book there was specific training to improve his control over his mana.

The first step is to meditate and circulate your mana. So I got cross-legged and started meditating. I went into meditation in a few minutes.

In meditation we can see his mana. The mana was all white and revolved around a white ball in my body. Then I start to circulate my mana. I felt my mana flowing and it felt good. Infact the first step was super easy. Or maybe I had talent.

I continued to circulate my mana for more than 10 hours and I had to stop because I was super hungry.

Ren: System you can buy me the gun there cheaper from the store. I didn't want to spend a lot of PCs because I think I will need them soon. So I bought the cheapest one.

[Buy weapon:

Sword: A sword with superior quality to normal weapons.

Price: 25PC]

A sword then appeared on my hand. The sword was black, it was perfectly cut. The sharpness of the sword was such that it could cut iron. Even if I didn't use it I knew it.

Ren: What why the sword costs so little. It is far superior to all swords in this world. I was shocked by the sharpness of this sword. I wanted to test it right away but I couldn't. I have to find a monster.

Then I went to the forest to hunt. I went deep into the forest to find at least one rabbit or a deer.

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