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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?

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.


The Wang Haige Forum had a literature section, which was divided into two subsections: discussions on paper books and online publications. Zhang Zian didn't usually visit these two sections. But today he was lying in the reclining chair, browsing the forum on his phone. 
As he clicked the online publication discussion area, a post attracted his attention.　　
[Seven Kill]: I'm a new author. Questions for you: how many more "favorites" should I gain per chapter to be considered acceptable?
There were all kinds of answers below the post. Some of them were joking, some were serious.　
[Old City]: It depends on the website. I'm writing a fantasy on Qidian. I got 20 more favorites on the first day the book was cleared for publication, then 11 on the second day, and 20 more favorites each day after Day 3. So far I wrote 28,000 words, and had 140 favorites. 
[Academy]: Impressive! Let us know the book name!
[Fan Wujiu]: I think you are here to show off.
[Tian Haoyu]: You get favorites with so few words? Is this a scam? Why did I only get 40 favorites after writing 50,000 words?
Zhang Zian was more confused after reading this. Was this the difference between the big names and small names? But some are not doing so well. Pi just wrote 2000 words, so it should get at least 40 favorites by 50,000 words, shouldn't it? At least, it would not be the worst.　　
Some statistic nerds talked about the fundamentals below the post.　　
[Akmond]: Qidian is the biggest website of the business, and it's a hard for newbies to get ahead. Today is my day off, and I have nothing else to do. So let me spend time to tell you how hard it is to be a writer at Qidian. I just checked the Qidian Library. Only counting new books under 300,000 words, there are 18,000 of them that were updated in 3 days! Only 2000 of them had a signed contract. The odds of getting a contract is 1/9. 
[Seven Kill]: This hard? This makes my newbie heart as cold as ice...
[Akmond]: Hard? No, this is only the beginning. After signing a contract, Qidian starts promoting your book to let more people read it. But is signing a contract enough? Not at all. After that, your book will be on the promotion list along with other new books. There are about 5-6 rounds of promotion for new books, and in each round, only 4 books out of 10 will qualify for the next promotion. Only 0.4% of all books can defeat the others and make it to the Power Ranking list. 2000 times 0.004 equals 8, which means, among the 18,000 books, only 8 of them can rise above all and be released on the shelf. While the remaining 99.99% of books are left in the ocean of books without readers.  
[Youth of Wind]: As a newbie who has not published yet, I'm so discouraged!
[Akmond]: Hehe, paid lease is only the beginning. You must have 3000 readers willing to pay for your book, then your book can enter the Power Ranking. Do you know the percentage of that? Only 3 or 4 books among the 8 can enter the Power Ranking! 
[Akmond]: Now let's sum up. If you just published a book, here is your future: if you aim at getting a contract, then your chance is 1/9; if your goal is the Power Ranking, your chance is 1/2250; if you want your novel to be tagged as Recommended and be remembered forever by Qidian, then your odds are 1/5000. When you write at Qidian, you have 1/5000 chance to be the numerator, and 4999/5000 chance to be the denominator! A general builds his success on ten thousand bleaching bones. This is an appropriate description! 
Some people expressed their doubt below the post.　　
[Smile]: Are there that many? 18,000 people entering the online writing business at the same time?
[Akmond]: Of course, you'll be surprised. According to official statistics, there are 1.4 billion people, and there are 60 million online writing! 60 million! Crowds and crowds of people are entering the online writing business. You have a better chance to succeed by being an extra in Binhai Studio, being picked by a director passing and make you the next Wang Baoqiang... You may get injured by being an extra on set. Online writing is much easier, and all you need to do is be literate and able to type. But 99.99% of people end up being the denominator. 
Despite this [Akmond] was telling the brutal truth, the crowd of people who replied to the post were shocked at the statistics and cried out in despair. [Akmond] also gained a "Pro" title for his knowledge in the online writing industry. He quickly added that he was also one of the denominators, except that he failed enough times to know how to fail with swagger...　　
Zhang Zian wanted to correct him. It was not 18,000 people, but 17,999 people plus 1 monkey. But he didn't do it, as he was not in the mood to ridicule.　　
He remembered the days of bringing Famous to Binhai Studio for movies. Each day he saw many people wearing green military coats gather at the entrance of the studio and surround every production team that entered and exited, being picked and chosen like truckloads of cheap cabbage. Those chosen by production teams were happy to make a daily salary of 50 Yuan, while those who weren't picked were disappointed, and left 

like an ebbing tide, shivering in the cold wind, waiting for the next production team to arrive.　　
Back then he was thinking that it was so hard to be an extra on the set. They persevered with their movie star dreams, hoping to be the next Wang Baoqiang. But compared to them, [Akmond] seemed right, that online writers also walked the same difficult path of fierce competition, fighting hard to be the few numerators. 　 
There was a lot going on with the online writing section of Wang Haige Forum. There were a lot of posts, and it seemed that there were posts and replies every minute. Apart from the posts that discussed online writing as the one above, some posts were comments on certain novels, either good or bad. There was something strange going on: if someone posted negative comments, then the following posts were all of similar negative comments with very few exceptions. But if the post was positive, then there would be replies questioning if the author of the post was part of the paid Internet Water Army, or disguising him/herself as an ordinary reader to recommend his/her own work. 
Internet Water Army was a phrase that Zhang Zian once heard from Zhao Qi. Each time Zhao Qi visited the pet shop to buy imported cat food, she asked for a discount for doing him a favor, claiming that if she didn't help him fight the water army hired by Stars supermarket in Wang Haige Forum, his pet shop would have been out of business. He had always doubted this matter. Were there really internet water armies lurking in the Forum?　　
But these had nothing to do with him for now, nor with Pi. He decided to get Pi started with a small goal, which was getting a contract with the website and becoming the 1/9. Others could be done after. According to the posts, if they got a contract, the website would promote their work, and make the novel visible to more readers.　 
But how could they get a contract?　　



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

By the time Father Wang finished smoking one cigarette after his alarming, demonic screech, the female broadcast host Little Xuan had finally come rushing back in after receiving the notification. She tidied up her messy fringe before sitting down demurely in front of the computer screen, her eyes twinkling at the camera as she waved with a pleasantly surprised expression on her face. "Hi! So Jiaomei has come! Welcome, welcome!"
From Wang Ling's point of view, Little Xuan's looks were nothing spectacular and not as outstanding as online otakus had made them out to be. She had the standard hallmarks of an online celebrity, with straight eyebrows and an oval face. However, comparing facial features alone, Wang Ling felt that even without makeup, Lotus Sun was still more attractive. He had to admit, though, that compared with those tedious look-alike female broadcasters online, Little Xuan was nonetheless a pleasant-looking girl with just the right type of voice, sweet and not shrill. In addition, she was wearing a lacy maid's outfit, and black silk stockings on her slender legs…
Hmm, perhaps this was the reason why the audience loved Little Xuan.
As Wang Ling pondered this with his chin in his hands, on the other side, Father Wang had stubbed out his cigarette butt and was looking at Little Xuan plaintively. She clearly understood what this expression meant. "It seems our Jiaomei has run out of inspiration again?"
"The old book is about to be finished, but I have no inspiration for a new one. In a word, I'm anxious!"
Father Wang rubbed the skin between his knitted eyebrows. "There has to be a seamless transition between the completion of the old book and the publication of the new one. Otherwise our whole family will have to tighten our belts…" (And there's a possibility we won't be able to afford even tableware. The amount we spend on tableware for our family oddity each month is not a small one!)
As Father Wang bewailed his poverty, other fans of Little Xuan in the live stream started to kick up a fuss.
"Jiaomei, you're a guru! If you're poor, us white collar small fry who go to work everyday won't need to live anymore!"
"By the way, I'm new here. Is there anyone who can tell me what Master Jiaomei's pen name is? What books has he written?"
"The hell? You don't know Jiaomei?! Jiaomei's pen name is Wang Situ!"
"Holy shit! He's actually Guru Wang Situ!"
...
Just like that, chaos broke out in the live stream!
Because this pen name Wang Situ was too renowned!
When he had been a newbie in the world of web novels back then, Father Wang had finished writing three hundred thousand words in less than two months and had completely floored audiences with his debut novel Let Go of that Wet Nurse. Chapter subscriptions for the novel soared to over two hundred thousand users, setting a new online record for most subscriptions ever and even trouncing top veterans who had been writing web novels for a long time. 
It could be said that at the time, Wang Situ had made an explosive entrance; he was a dark horse who had burst out from under Five-finger Mountain[1] and caught many veteran writers off guard. Previously, a top-ranked writer named Zhu Ge, who had been serializing his books on the Cultivation Reading Network for nearly twenty years, had been so pissed off by Wang Situ's debut that he had quit.
Although Father Wang seldom talked about his writing at home, Wang Ling had nonetheless heard the mighty online legends about him. Over the years, he had made a name for himself and was now very well-known. Nevertheless, the name Wang Situ was still a mysterious existence even to the editors on the Cultivation Reading Network. 
Father Wang had been selected as the top writer at the annual novel awards many times and the website sent him an invitation to the event every year, but he had never attended a single one. He turned down all notices of online and offline activities and dedicated himself solely to literary creation.
After Wang Jiaomei's identity was revealed, there was an endless bombardment of bullet messages[2] in Little Xuan's live stream. Audience numbers even soared from an initial three hundred thousand to five hundred thousand. Looking at this, one could see how popular Father Wang was online… 
"Who would have thought Master Jiaomei was Guru Wang Situ! … By the way, is the book Let Go of that Wet Nurse finished yet?"
"Not yet! But it will be soon — the problem now is that our Guru Wang Situ is worrying over a new book…"
"It's finally going to be finished!" Someone sent a crying emoji. "I remember when I started following this book by Guru Wang Situ; I was still in Qi Condensation primary school back then. Now I'm going to graduate from university soon!"
Seeing this bullet message, Father Wang sent a sweat emoji. "…"
"It's been serialized for thirteen years already, shouldn't this book be ranked number one with the most number of words in a novel?"
"Not yet, there's still an ongoing book called A Reborn Demon's Life. I heard that there was a cultivation master following this book who went into seclusion for one hundred years, and after he came out, he found that this book was still ongoing. It startled him so much it triggered an early ascension in his cultivation realm, and he almost died from the divine tribulation which followed!"
"… Guru Wang Situ, please don't finish yet! Try to beat this book's number of words for the number one spot!"
Seeing this bullet message, Father Wang couldn't help laughing. Even if he continued this book, there was no way the number of words could surpass those in that Demon's Life book. After all, that book had started serialization when the website was first set up.
Let Go of that Wet Nurse told the story of a protagonist who had been reincarnated into the body of a weak prince and how he grew by relying on wet nurses. Later on, thanks to Wet Nurse Rong's steel acupuncture needle, the protagonist was able to open up his Governing Vein. Using a god-given palm technique, he defeated the top killer in the country, King of Killers Demon Huoyun, and became a world-class master…
Back then, inspiration for this story had struck Father Wang when he had been leisurely reading the newspaper on the toilet bowl. Who would have thought that after turning it into a serialized novel, it would unexpectedly enjoy wide popularity among readers.
But after years of serialization, Father Wang felt that he had already included everything he wanted to say in this story. There was no integrity in continuing to write it just for the sake of doing so. Since this was a novel, he should give the characters he created a satisfying end.
This thought did still make him a little sad, however. After all, it was a book he had been writing for more than ten years, and also his debut work. It was inevitable that suddenly finishing it to start a new one would make him feel a little empty and lonely.
That was why Father Wang had sought out Little Xuan. He felt that this kind of youthful and lively maiden would be able to soothe the regret in his heart. At the same time, girls tended to have vivid imaginations, so he thought that Little Xuan might be able to give him some tips for inspiration.
It had been less than half an hour after Father Wang had gone online. Little Xuan looked at the number of people in the live stream. After Father Wang's identity had been revealed… the number had already surged to six hundred thousand.
Father Wang alone had helped her attract three hundred thousand new spectators…
For a broadcaster, this was far more precious than any gift she might receive!
And so, Little Xuan straightaway changed the subject of the live stream to "Let's help Guru Wang Situ come up with new themes!"
After making this change, this maiden sank into deep thought, clearing racking her brain on the computer screen.
Whenever Little Xuan answered a question on love, she did so with unruffled calm. Thus, the audience had never seen her troubled like this before. The bullet messages flew around the live stream once again…
"Little Xuan is vexed! But still so beautiful!"
"New meme of Little Xuan, GET!"
Looking at this noisy and excited barrage of bullet messages, Father Wang absent-mindedly pulled out a cigarette. There were now six hundred thousand people helping him to think up themes. Even if he wasn't going to use them, at the very least he should be able to get some good ideas.
Pa! The moment Father Wang flicked his lighter on, Little Xuan's face suddenly brightened on the computer screen. "I don't know how to write a novel… but I think maybe you can try this theme… Jiaomei, how about live streaming?"
Live streaming?
Father Wang immediately patted his head. That was right, he could make it about live streaming! Why hadn't he thought of that himself!
[1] This is an allusion to the novel 'Journey to the West,' when the monk Tripitaka frees Sun Wukong from his imprisonment under Wuzhi, or Five-finger Mountain.
[2] Bullet messages are when users watching a video stream can make live comments, which fly across the screen over the video. The original Chinese word 弹幕 actually translates into "bullet screen."


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Su Yue snorted coldly to herself as she typed. 'My apologies. The items you wanted will require another two more weeks for it to be restocked. Are you in a hurry to get them?'
What a rude and arrogant fellow!
This customer should be a pampered teenager who came from a wealthy family. 
She would never accept orders from such rude customers.
Book Baby typed, 'Out of stock?'
Su Yue typed swiftly. 'Yes. Business has been really good so I can't keep up with the demands. Why don't you cancel the order and wait patiently for the items to be restocked?'
'Hahaha…'
Book Baby replied, and Su Yue felt an eerie chill down her spine.
What did this customer mean by laughing?
Book Baby typed, 'Business is good?'
Book Baby sent several photos of Su Yue's products. He even circled the sales of the various items. 
Su Yue's face darkened.
Book Baby replied, 'I took those photos. The sales of some items are zero. And you claimed that your business is good?'
Su Yue could feel overwhelming sarcasm and contempt from his remarks.
Anger was bubbling in the pit of her stomach. 'Dear, you're getting unreasonable. The items are out of stock and require another two weeks for the stocks to arrive. If you can wait, please do so.' 
This fellow was really too full of himself. Couldn't he sense that she didn't want to accept his order?
This customer was so oblivious.
No wonder the website designer had already warned her that she would meet unreasonable customers.
Book Baby replied, 'I will make a complaint!'
Su Yue cast away all her pretenses. 'Fine with me!'
She ended the conversation with Book Baby, feeling down.
How could someone look down on her? She clicked on the conversation again and scrolled through the photos.
But it was true that some of the sales were zero.
She turned off her laptop and decided to call it a day. How infuriating!
She collapsed on the bed after taking a shower. Su Yue browsed through her phone while Xiaojiao slept soundly next to her.
Su Yue couldn't sleep for she was worried about her online store.
'I was looked down by a crazy customer today. My online store has been operating for merely a month. Why did I meet such a customer?!'
She took a snapshot of the conversation with Book Baby and updated on WeChat.
She only had her family members, Zhou Shuang, and Lu Yinan in her WeChat.
She could only pour her grievances to them.
Someone replied almost instantly.
The person who always replied first would definitely be Zhou Shuang—a young married woman who was addicted to social media.
'The customer is right. Your sales are zero and yet you claimed that business was good. Don't you feel ashamed?'
How could this woman speak up for that idiot! Su Yue frowned and replied brusquely, 'Lu Huanyan needs to drink milk. Why isn't a married woman sleeping in the middle of the night?' 
Zhou Shuang retorted, 'Firstly, it isn't midnight over here. Secondly, I'm not married yet.' 
Su Yue sneered coldly. 'You already have three children. How could you claim that you're not a married woman?'
'I will ask my dad to introduce your online store to his colleagues.' 


Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents. 

Brought up to be the successor of a huge conglomerate, Yan Rusheng is an aloof, intelligent and arrogant man who is the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. 

Despite growing up together, both of them seem to treat each other as an eyesore. She labels him as a jerk and womanizer while in his eyes, she is a shrew. 

Over time, they fall for each other, but they continue to conceal their feelings for each other. By a twist of fate, they are forced into a marriage. And unknown to everyone else and Yan Rusheng, she has harbored a deep secret for many years… 

Keywords: Childhood sweetheart, Womanizer, Aloof, Soulmates, Forced marriage, Orphan, Secretary 

Sugary Scene： 

Suddenly, Wen Xuxu stretched her hand to clutch his wrist and pulled him forcefully. 
Yan Rusheng was caught off guard and he lost his footing. He fell on the bed and then his breathing became sluggish. 
Young Master Yan was afraid that he might lose control of himself and do something to Wen Xuxu... the woman he loathed. So he hastily raised his head. 
But he had barely moved away when Wen Xuxu stretched out her hands and put them around his neck. "Don't leave."

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The rabbit's beady red eyes followed Arthur silently. It just stood there in the store quietly until it spotted the Book of Thoth that sat on the counter. Then, its ears perked up and it started to make its move.
Arthur stood behind the counter and was about to flip the Book of Thoth open to check on possible update when a ball of white flashed before his eyes. He jumped back from the sudden fright and when he came to, Arthur saw the rabbit sitting on the counter, putting its weight on the Book of Thoth.
Arthur was impressed by the strength in the creature's hind legs, he did not even know rabbit could jump that high. He wondered if that was possible for all common rabbits or specific only to mythical ones. 
He went back to the counter and try to reason to the rabbit, "Hey, can you please move away? I'm just trying to help you. I'm not going to harm you."
Arthur tried his best to ease the rabbit away from the book but it was to no avail. 'The rabbit was being so obedient earlier so why did it suddenly become so stubborn?' the young man asked himself. The rabbit refused to budge, if Arthur wanted to take the Book of Thoth back, he had to take it back by force but he did not want to harm the poor creature. 
While Arthur was contemplating what to do, he realized the rabbit was not sitting on the book idly. It had maintained a similar pose since the beginning, the rabbit kept both of its front paws on the crescent icon that was imprinted on the cover of the Book of Thoth. 
It was then that it hit Arthur, the rabbit was probably doing this on purpose. It was trying to tell the young man something!
Arthur tapped his chin as he tried to connect the dots. He uttered his speculation out loud so the rabbit could confirm whether his train of thought was going the right way or not, "There has to be a reason you're doing this and I don't think you're that concerned about the book."
The rabbit nodded. 
"In that case, you're referring to the symbol, the crescent. Is the crescent of any significance to you?" Arthur asked. The rabbit nodded. 
"Good, this is going nicely. Okay, does the shape of the moon play any part? Must it be a crescent?" The rabbit shook its head. "So, just the moon in general." 
Arthur was reminded of the weird phenomenon that he observed earlier outside the Midnight Emporium. As preposterous as the question sounded in his mind, the young man asked, "Are you the moon?"
The rabbit looked at Arthur with its head titled to the side like it was staring at a dumb person before shaking its head vehemently. 
An embarrassed Arthur chuckled to himself. "Of course, you're not. What was I thinking?" After the awkwardness tided over, Arthur continued, "If you're not the moon, then you have to be related to the moon?"
The rabbit nodded. 
"So... A moon rabbit. That sounds mythical enough." Arthur told the rabbit to wait as he took out his phone. "Let me see if I can find anything online about that." 
The search result came back more conclusive than the young man anticipated. He read the result aloud. 
"The moon rabbit is a character from Asian folklore. The mythos originated from China before spreading to other Asian countries. Also known as the Jade Rabbit, it is often described as a pet companion to the Moon Fairy who resided in a palace on the moon."
By then, the rabbit was hopping up and down the counter. It was safe to say Arthur was right. However, to be safe, he asked, "So I take it you're the Jade Rabbit?"
The rabbit nodded in quick succession. "But what could you be looking for? Let me see if the internet can provide me with more information."
Arthur scrolled down the online article and continued to read. 
"In these folklore, the Jade Rabbit is commonly depicted as holding a mortar and pestle, pounding medicinal pills and elixir for its mistress. Wait a minute..." Arthur thought back to the game of charade they were playing earlier and things became startlingly clear. "You're looking for your missing mortar and pestle!"
The rabbit nodded in affirmation. Finally, they were making some real progress but another question from Arthur stopped that progress right in its tracks, "Then, do you have any idea where your mortar and pestle currently is?" 
The rabbit hung its head as if in shame. 
"So you have no idea where it is either, huh?" Arthur thought about using the internet but he doubted he could find such specific information online. His next available option was the Book of Thoth but the book had proven to be less reliable than the internet time and time again so Arthur believed it would not be any different this time. 
Arthur leaned against the counter in thought. According to Chinese folklore, the Jade Rabbit uses its mortar and pestle to make elixir of life that can cure all illnesses and even grant immortality. 
'Wait a minute, I've heard that similar story line quite some time ago!' Arthur used the internet to log onto the satellite map. He looked for Armana's Third Street and changed into street view. 
He turned the screen to face the Jade Rabbit as he panned down the street. "Does any of these building mean anything to you?" Arthur asked. 
The Jade Rabbit was confused by Arthur's gesture but it looked patiently at the phone screen as the scenery changed. When the view reached the end of the block, the Jade Rabbit suddenly perked its ears up. 
It pointed its furry paw at the abandoned double-story building repeatedly. Arthur turned the screen back to himself. "This does look like the place those young men were describing... Are you sure this is where we might find your mortar and pestle?" Arthur looked up from the phone and there was only Book of Thoth sitting on the counter.

Officially stopping the book to rewrite it into "the Disciple of Aoide", a similarly-themed book that is more WN style.

The Senior Professors were discussing amongst themselves, and their moods were good. They had already dominated the internet sphere.
What Godly Doctor brat? He just collapsed at the first blow! How much could one person do against them? From what they knew, it was like taking candy from a baby.
Everyone's mood was good.
However, Professor Yang was still worried. He felt uncomfortable on the inside, and he couldn't figure out what was causing it.
One of the Specialists smiled at him, "Professor Yang, what's the matter? What are you thinking about?"
Professor Yang shook his head. "Not sure, I just feel that something isn't right, but I can't figure out why."
"Heh? What couldn't be right now? Do you think that brat can change everything by himself? Look at all the comments online! They are all in favor of us! However, that brat does have some fans and they did help to speak up for him. But compared to the millions of people using the internet, the number of fans he has can't even compare."
"The argument has fallen in our favor. What is there to worry about?"
"What else can we say? We continue to promote our cause. His name has already been trampled on by us. However, we cannot be too narrow-minded and have to continue to do what we are doing, promoting the book with our names to all the Chinese Medicine institutions. Furthermore, I've already discussed with some people. When they promote the book, I asked them to single out his name and to say all the bad things about him."
"Haha, this tactic is just brilliant."
"Eh, this kid looks like he has accepted his place. Looks like someone is scared."
"We can't just leave it like this. We need to add some fuel to the flames."
Professor Yang sat down at one corner. He was forgetting something but he didn't know what!
…
Newspaper Office.
The journalists made their way back.
"We got ourselves a huge piece of news!"
"What news?"
"All those Senior Professors were the ones who purposely defrauded Master Lin, and we have video graphic proof."
After the Editor in Chief finished watching the video, his facial expression turned solemn. "These people are just too despicable. I thought that journalists were good at distorting truths, but these guys are just way craftier and sneaky. No, this cannot happen. Master Lin is the pride of Shanghai and we must get this video out to protect him."
"No, we can't do that. Master Lin instructed us not to upload the video if the Senior Professors made an official apology. He said that if this video were to get out, the impact would be huge."
The Editor in Chief gave a serious look. "Pay attention to the situation online. If any of those Senior Professors decide to come out to slander Master Lin, upload the video immediately. Put it on the biggest billboard and let the whole world see it."
"Understood."
The Editor in Chief's instructions was handed down to every single newspaper office in the nation.
Shanghai's first Chinese Medicine Institution.
Zhao Ming Qing was panting with rage in his office.
"Director, this is the new material handed to us by the Ministry of Education. Let us do an introduction to it." the headmaster of the school came over, showing Zhao Ming Qing the new books.
Zhao Ming Qing was in a bad mood. The new teaching material was perfect, albeit the authorship of the book, and that made him really angry. "You can give an introduction to the book, but remove all the names of the authors except for Lin Fan's name."
The headmaster said worried. "That isn't a good thing to do. These books were issued by the Ministry of Education."
"I don't give a damn. I'm the director of this institution and I say that you bring it back and get the authorship changed before you do the introduction. Do I make myself clear?"
The headmaster nodded. Alright, since the director has spoken, so be it.
Online.
"Why is Master Lin still keeping silent?"
"Yea, it has been quite a long time. All these old farts are just despicable."
"I'm afraid that Master Lin may have admitted defeat."
"What rubbish? If Master Lin admits defeat, I'll eat my own d*ck."
"That isn't rubbish. Have you seen what kind of people the Senior Professors are? They have connections throughout the whole industry and no one would dare to say anything against them.
"Isn't he a member of the Chinese Medicine Association? How come there is no one inside to help voice out Master Lin's problem?"
"What do you guys know about it? Everyone knows them and holds them in high regard. Helping Master Lin would be as good as betraying a friend, and so the best solution was to keep quiet, as if the problem didn't happen at all."
"Dammit, as the member of the twelve most loyal fans of Master Lin, I simply cannot take this. I already wrote hundreds of comments on the Weibo pages of the Senior Professors and I'm ready to do more."
The current situation was really messy. Most people didn't know what was going on, but the fans of Master Lin continued to remain loyal and trusted him absolutely. The only problem was that they were outnumbered by the other netizens and couldn't scold the senior professors enough to make an impact.
After all, Master Lin was just one person, and he was against a group of powerful men- he would definitely be crushed.
The internet was still siding on the side against Master Lin.
Cloud Street.
"Mum, there isn't a problem. It's really minor," Lin Fan said over the phone.
"This isn't a small issue. Your dad already said those guys are Senior Professors! How could you fight with those Senior Professors?" Lin Fan's mother said over the phone, worried about her son.
"There isn't anything wrong. Your son just wrote some educational material and all of them decided to add their names to the authorship of the books without my approval, and so a conflict broke out."
"What is the meaning of that? You were the one to write the book, why do they have to sign their names as well?" Lin Fan's mother asked, puzzled.
Lin Fan chuckled. "They wanted to ride on my prestige and popularity."
"What? These buggers dare to cheapen the hard work of my son? Don't worry son, your father and I are your biggest supporters. Don't be scared of them, but of course, don't break the law again." Mother Lin said.
"I know. Don't you worry," Lin Fan helplessly said. Could it be that all they thought of him was him loving to break the law?
Thereafter, Lin Fan opened his Weibo, and he couldn't stand the sight of it.
The group of Senior Professors continued to bash Lin Fan online and they had a lot of supporters. Although some of them didn't bash him directly, their posts conveyed the meaning that Lin Fan was wrong, narrow-minded and only cared about his fame.
And this problem was getting out of hand.
There were even a few bigshots who came to criticize Lin Fan.
"He has the skills of a fine doctor but no morals. He isn't suited to be in this industry."
That comment was rather critical, but Lin Fan just brushed it off. This b*stard, I'll let you have your fill now. You will regret it later.
"Editor in Chief, should we post the video now? All those Senior Professors are getting out of hand. We have to play our trump card."
"Mm, it is time. Didn't Master Lin say it? If they apologize, he'll let them go, but if they don't…"
Every single news agency started getting into motion.
They had been waiting impatiently, their hands holding on to the important evidence that Lin Fan had sent them, yet unable to expose it. This was slowly killing them on the inside.
But now, those Senior Professors were getting out of hand. All they ever did whole day was rant about Lin Fan online, and it was time to take action against them.
Once they released the video for everyone to watch, it would be over for the Senior Professors, and as if it wasn't enough, the Editor in Chief took up the pen himself to write the news article, preparing for a huge storm.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

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.

1984 book online

梦幻1984

Redmond High

Not Dead Yet (Harry Potter)

Death: A Biography

Pet King

The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

The Midnight Emporium [Dropped]

A Valiant Life

Rich Sex[Complete]

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