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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.

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.
---

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.

An hour later
Three people rummaging through boxes had yet to stop. In fact, Natasha found a layer of dust in her hair. She coughed a lot and sighed. What is this annoying situation?
"I can't believe a single person could have so many books," Natasha complained. How many boxes did they go through in the past hour or so? Natasha was confident in her good memory. So, she knew they were already at the fiftieth box. To make it easier, they numbered the boxes once they finished. To prevent them from searching through it twice. They even grouped the boxes.
"I found Finding Time Again, but not Swann's Way," Natasha muttered frustrated. "What's even more annoying is, I don't even know half of these books. I know The Picture of Dorian Gray and 1984. But what is The Woman in White?" Natasha shook her head. "And I thought I liked to read."
Besides, why aren't the books together? If he has all six books, they should all be together, no?
Back then, Natasha was so curious about other worlds. So she read up on nearly everything. However, even then, there were many things she couldn't uncover.
"The Woman in White is a mystery novel. It's a sensational novel."
"A what?" Natasha mumbled puzzled. But, either men didn't reply right away for the past few minutes.
Akito briefly nodded. From that look, Natasha could more or less guess what he was thinking.
"It was a genre, popular in Great Britain during the 1860s and 1870s. It drew on gothic and romantic genres, along with melodramatic and Newgate novels, and notably followed the Industrial Revolution. Sensation novels also were somewhat abstract, following scenarios that wrestled with social anxieties of the Victorian era."
Asuka, who also had turned back to her boxes, now twenty-eight, looked back up. "Huh?"
"You just asked me what they were, so I answered you."
"Oh... uh... thank you... "Natasha responded, quite surprised.
How surprising, she wasn't expecting that. Then again she supposed that maybe after the events that occurred yesterday he was starting to open up to her a little bit. Setsura will definitely be glad to hear that. Even if it looked like the whole thing between them was over now. Akito still cared for her. Still, 'he's hiding something.' Natasha thought he would ask more questions. But, after confirming some details. Akito stopped talking about the case with her.
That case regarding the notorious killer and the suspect being a member of the Long family. Naturally, it fell under her jurisdiction. One of the main reasons being something silly. It's her fiance's family. So, people immediately expect her to do something grand like covering up the matter. Even if this harms Chauncey's family, she will do whatever she can to investigate this case properly.
Natasha was the one who found the book at the scene of the crime. That's why she quickly hid the book away. If anybody else saw that book, they would connect the dots to Setsura. Why? The language in the book is modern Japanese. Setsura has nothing to do with the murderer. But, if they saw this book, then they'd think so. Thankfully, nobody else spotted it, and she took it away.
Still, isn't it strange? The book wasn't in a place where people couldn't see it. In fact, it was in quite a prominent location. Unless somebody planted the book there? Maybe this book didn't belong to the notorious killer after all. A possibility that she didn't consider it until now. Did Akito think of it too?
It's already mid-December, she had heard about the extension from Chauncey. But even then, this really is cutting it too close. Is looking for that person really proving to be a difficult task? The person they were looking for is another time traveler.
Natasha understood what Akito was doing. He made contact with a previous time traveler. No, his wife did - and they both left clues. So, that's why he asked all those strange questions earlier. His wife, it has something to do with her. If that's the case, the tragedy that fell on his wife. Is it not merely because his wife came in contact with...
Who is the person? If it's a subject, she should know about it too. What if they ran into their past lives who happened to undergo the test too?
When Natasha thinks of past lives, even she had one too.
__
"Hikari, I'm coming inside. The attackers will be showing up in a few hours, the location is. ." she pauses in mid-sentence. Her eyes went wide, her face color pale when she saw the purple hair girl hunched on the ground. As she took a step forward, the droplets of red became clearer. "Hikari!"
"Aha, you caught me. But I'm fine. I just took some medicine" Angela shakes her head and bends down to help the girl up. Hikari didn't protest much to her relief and managed to get the girl onto her bed, to which she immediately laid down.
She seems to be hot. But she can't call the maids to get some water, Hikari hasn't said any details yet. However, even Angela can tell that this isn't an ordinary illness. She thought of it strange that the usually perky and happy Hikari has been remaining at home and coughing a lot. Angela made her way to the bathroom and was thankful to see the tub out as she filled it with ice water and grabbed a towel from the side.
Upon entering the room, Angela saw the purple hair girl fidget uncomfortably. She --really must be sick.
"Angela. .. I feel really hot," Hikari murmured weakly.
"At must be a fever. I shall send a message to your usual doctor later, but if you can't take it any longer, I'll get the castle doctor here right away." Knowing that old geezer, he's probably slacking off.
"No, I'll wait... He's going to be mad at me, though, since I haven't seen him in so long."
Of course, he's going to be mad. Why haven't you been meeting with him, when you know you're in such a bad state? She really is careless. Angela places the towel on the girl's forehead. "Is it because he confessed his love for you?" she questioned.
Is Hikari simply too shy or something to meet with him?
"That's not it. He does that every time we meet."
"Is it because you don't want to have deeper relations with him?" Sensing her silence, Angela sighs deeply, "If it's that reason, why don't you just tell him about Kain? Or even more, get the man in question to help you resolve the matter."
"I don't want them to meet."
She's considerate at this stage? Well, she supposed it couldn't be helped; this person has always been foolishly kind like this. "Can you stand up? I'll help wipe you. Taking a bath now isn't a good idea. But you should at least keep your body cool."
At that comment, the brunette nodded and sat up, "Fufu. Angela, you're like a mother, you know?"
"How rude. I'll have you know that I'm a budding twenty-two-year-old woman."
"Aha. Oh but, your two years my senior?"
"That's right. ."
"So, you're older. Then, I wonder if it's okay for me not to use formal language. But then again, even if I know now, I don't want to stop speaking with you as I have been." At that comment, her eyes went wide. "Ssh, keep it a secret from my father. He definitely won't like it if I don't use manners around my elders."
What a bright and dazzling smile; even now, how is it that you're able to smile in such a situation? Hikari?
.
.
"Hikari!" a familiar male voice exclaimed. Angela whipped her head in the direction of the voice.
Angela could see it on his face, beads of sweat - although unscared despite having been fighting. What's notable is the amount of sweat falling from his face and that frantic expression. He must have rushed the fight to come all the way out here.
It seems like her role here is over. Angela steps aside, and Kain immediately pulled the violet hair girl into his arms. "Kain, your so warm."
"Geez, your silly," Kain gently kissed Hikaris eyelids. "Please don't do this again, you scared me so much. Let's get through the rest of this together."
---
Present (1895 Meiji)
Whenever she thought of that day when she discovered her friend's illness, the only thing she said to her about it was, 'If something happens to me because of this, could you take care of Kain?' Even though they were close friends, in the end, the one she was thinking about the most was the person she was in love with.
Natasha already understood it the moment she became acquainted with the two of them. That even if they were to care for another person, the one they will always hold on to deeply and care about is each other. It's the same in this lifetime too. As brave and beautiful as that woman was is when she is on the battlefield; whenever she's around her lived, she's an entirely different person.
Back then, as 'Momoi Angela', there was little she could do for the princess who saved her from exile. Those people wanted her dead. Even if she betrayed her family, they couldn't accept someone with darkness on their side. Of course, that's only normal.
But she didn't have any other place to go, even if she had gone back, they would have killed her or worst-kept alive and used cruelly. She wanted to hold on to hope that she could meet someone kind, someone who will save her from the darkness. Her very own Prince charming.
Natasha didn't think that she anybody would rescue her, let alone rescued by the cousin of the person who moments before she was lead to that place was trying to kill her. 'That girl, she saved my life. I won't let you guys make the final decision on the person who saved me. Yuri may be dead now yes but I do not think that this girl is the one who killed her. '
Those words certainly belonged to a fool because no matter how you looked at it, she was the only one in the area at the time, and yet that person wholeheartedly believe her. It's funny, but perhaps even now she's still chasing after her.
Still, this topic of past lives even though she is a guardian. At first, Natasha thought she was crazy. How is it possible? Guardians are not regular humans, while some humans become guardians. Those humans are at the end of their life, on the verge of death.


Love across time [Meiji 1895- Tokyo 2019] "You..you murderer!"

'It...it wasn't me,' she wanted to say. But the words would not leave her lips. The colour of blood covered her hands, proving the other persons point. It wasn't her, but why?

Framed for her Mothers murder when she was ten year's old. Kaname Setsura spends the following eight years gathering information on the case. 

Against her families wishes, she accepts her scholarship to a famous art University, ST Rinkan. In that place, there is a 'clue' to the events from what happened eight years ago. However right as she is about to marry the man she loves, on the day of their graduation, an accident occurs, leading to her fiance to fall into a coma. Distraught, lost and uncertain Setsura shuts herself away from the world, and her half brother uses this chance to send her away abroad. 

Setsura accepts, but on that day, a grand scale earthquake occurs, right as she is about to board the plane and she wakes up in the middle of the roadside and finds herself in the year 1895. With the help of a man named 'Akito,' she settles into the Meiji era and discovers that the three major "accidents" in her life that occurred, one in 2011 and the two in Tokyo 2019, are connected to a series of cases in 1895 "Mysterious cases of the shard"

Last Night, I dreamed I was in Azeroth again.

I guess that's a dream for you.

The World was falling. Azeroth was cratered with Fel and Corruption. The Hour of Twilight, the End of the World, laid us up like a pall. The Alliance and Horde, all the creatures that heeded the call, stood at the helm against the Fleet of Darkness. The Void Lords approached from out of the Void on grotesque creatures and, where their shadows fell, their darkness swallowed it whole. It was absolute and terrible. Azeroth's Chamber was broken and as I fell, conjuring at the last of my sigils, I saw the world itself come apart at last. Like the cracking of an egg but in a fractal of brightness, spilling its millions of shells into the sky, shattering the air. For a moment, everything was a rainbow.

Okay, stop. Stop. Let's take a few steps back. That's the simple version, the SparkNotes guide, I believe you call it, to explain The Hour of Twilight. Bit much to take in all at once, I know, and yet you will need to understand some of what happened in order to grasp the magnitude of our rise and fall. Fortunately for you, or perhaps not, there's an official record. Delivered first as a prophecy, it's now all that passes among the lore of what is left of our story. The whispers of the old gods: outlining the past, present, and future. Retold through the centuries by every bard who wielded a lute, hack with a penchant for drama, or fanatic dumb enough to spread their poisonous words.

"Death... is... close..."

-C'thun, The god of Madness and Chaos

"All that you know will fade."

-Yogg-Saron, The god of Death

"From the earth, he draws strength. Our earth. Our strength."

-Il'gynoth, The Heart of Corruption

From the birth of Azeroth in fire and ice to the end of the frozen darkness, the old gods predicted it all. The rise of the gods, or Titans, of the Pantheon, their Golden Age, and their eventual fall was laid out in those whispers. The struggle out of Chaos, the quest for Arcane, the many adventures and exploits of the Champions, noteworthy individuals of their respective factions. Of Anduin and his noble heart, though somewhat intellectually challenged. Of the treacherous Banshee Queen, Sylvanas, and her desire for immortality. And, of course, me. Zevrad Stargazer. 

Recruited from Chaos by Sargeras, though not given credit in the text for any of my virtues. A role in the narrative reduced to the series of tragic events that marred the latter part of my story, much as the Illidari, or Demon Hunters, has unfairly become a byword for disaster, rather than a celebration of its many sterling qualities. Still, water under the bridge now. But the fact remains. There was more to me than secrets and betrayal. Not much more, to be honest. Nevertheless, my point stands. Never trust anyone. Especially an old god. Their whispers can be interpreted in so many ways that they cease to hold any knowledge, but rather confusion. 

"At the hour of her third death, she ushers in our coming."

"Her heart is a crater, and we have filled it."

-Il'gynoth, The Heart of Corruption

The old gods predicted that too: the Sky City of Dalaran, its gleaming halls, its beauty, and its splendor. Then came the creeping unrest; the breaking of our order; the final betrayal of the gods by, without surprise, Sylvanas herself. Our end was inescapable: our fate was woven into a tapestry. The tale like a double skein of mortality. That knowledge tainted everything. Even at the pinnacle of our achievements, the prophecy of the old gods cast its shadow over us. And worst of all, it spread fear. Designed to bring about the very doom we sought to escape. The World fell. Everyone fell. Game over. Boo-hoo.

So, to recap, the story so far: the fallen god, Sargeras, meets demons, that's me. The fallen god recruits demons from Chaos, or the Twisting Nether, with a view to exploiting our talents. The fallen god's friends and fellow deities take a somewhat dim view of this while 'Yours Truly' goes through a combination of hubris, predestination, an increasingly bad life choices as demon goes a bit off the rails, falls into bad company, wreaks havoc, causes mass destruction, reborn, finds himself chained and crystallized within the Vault of the Warden, and is finally released just to play a part in the engineering of The Hour of Twilight. Including the fall of erstwhile friends, before realizing that house "always" wins, despite color card you play.

"Receive my gift and see all truths before you."

"That which was sunken shall rise."

"He gave himself to the deep places. He gave himself to me." 

-N'zoth, The god of Corruption

I could have swung the outcome, you know. Even then, if they had acknowledged their mistake, I like to think they could have been saved. But, with fear, Anduin believed in the whispers. That thrice-damned parasite had his ear, and somehow it managed to steer us towards the rocks we'd been trying to avoid. And Anduin was a stiff, necked fool, and the rest of them always hated me. So, we lost Azeroth, and they fell.

"The boy-king serves at the master's table. Three lies will he offer you."

-Il'gynoth - The Heart of Corruption

"Gaze into the heart of N'Zoth."

"The will of N'Zoth corrupts you."

"Your deaths shall sing of N'Zoth's unending glory."

"Your skulls shall adorn N'Zoth's writhing throne."

"Your souls shall sate N'Zoth's endless hunger."

"Once more shall the twisted flesh-banners of N'Zoth chitter and howl above the fly-blown corpse of this world. After millennia, we have returned."

-Warlord Zon'ozz

As for Yours Truly, I plunged to my fate into the vortex of Azeroth's chaotic energies. Mixed with the Void, Arcane, and who knows what. And, in those last moments of free fall, with the giant shadow of Darkness looming above me, Oblivion seemed the most promising of my few remaining options.

"Its surface blazes light, masking shadow below."

-Il'gynoth, The Heart of Corruption

Actually, in my case, Death wasn't really the problem. The Ruler of Death owed me a favor, and as I fell into the dark, I was already working out a scheme to talk to her into redeeming it. No, the problem was Chaos; the element into which I had been born, and into which I would be reclaimed as soon as I left my corporeal form, and knowing the Lord of Chaos, I guess my welcome wouldn't involve tea and fairy cakes.

"There is no escape. Not in this life, not in the next."

-Yogg-Saron, The god of Death

There's a special place reserved for renegades of Chaos. It has no bars, it has no doors, had yet it constrains more efficiently than any dungeon in the Great Beyond. The Black Fortress of the Twisting Nether: a prison more secure than Death; because Death at least is escapable; well, in theory, yet no one I knew of had ever escaped a cell in the Black Fortress. I'd seen some bad things in my time and done a few, truth be told. I'd kiss the face of Death more times than Illidan's years of incarceration, but right now, things were not looking good for Your Humble Narrator.

Now don't think I didn't have a plan. I always have a plan. But as a traitor to both the gods and to their enemies, in Chaos and Void, I was currently persona non grata as you would call it. If I survived my fall from the sky, which currently didn't seem likely, and if I escaped the Void Lord's shadows, which seemed even less so, there would be nowhere for me to hide. Wherever I went, whatever I did, Death was once more the only escape for me. And so I fell and was consumed by the vortex, which turned out to be every bit as agonizing as I thought it'd be.

Ouch.

Stop there for a moment. Take a second to contemplate the tragedy of my demise, the tragedy and the irony. Because as I slipped into the vortex, believing that Azeroth had ended, still hoping to enter Death's embrace, or perhaps simply to disperse into a glorious trail of nothingness, I was cruelly snatched away at the moment of my dissolution, and thrown into the most terrible place imagined by god or demon. Yep, the Black Fortress of the Twisting Nether, where the fun was just beginning.

You see, that wasn't the end of Azeroth. Turns out, it was only the end of our world, the end of our supremacy. So many rulers fall into the trap of assuming that the World's end refers to the planet and not their little kingdom. In fact, each event is like a tide, expanding and contracting, while gods, and mortals, and demons roll like sand under the waves. We were no exception. The Pantheon of the Titans, overthrown and humbled into the dust. 

Bleh! 

What? So shame me, I don't grieve for them, who never would have grieved for me.

And so I was damned, but dry your tears. There isn't a dungeon I cannot escape, given time and incentive. My time in the Black Fortress gave me both, in more-than-ample quantities. This is the story of how I escaped the most secure dungeon in all of existence and beyond, and some of what happened afterward, and some of the lessons I learned on the way. Despite the environment, I can say that the experience has made me a wiser, humbler, and chattier person. All of this was due to a few things, things about stories, and friendships, and dreams, and what it's like to be a mortal.

Yes, a mortal. Didn't I tell you once that god and dog are only a revolution apart? No? Well okay then. In spite of all splendor and pomp and exhortations to be more godlike, of holy wars and heresies, of miracles and martyrdoms, everything turns, and turns, and turns. Order and Chaos, Void and Light, and yes, Life and Death. Rinse and repeat. Reboot and replay.

So, once more with feeling: Let. The. Games. Begin.

"The Light has struck a bargain with the enemy of all."

"The veil wanes. His crown will open the way."

-N'zoth, The god of Corruption

Zevrad Stargazer is the fusion of both a Demon and Night Elf male who joined the ranks of the Demon Hunters and became one of their Slayers.  A title bestowed to an Illidari with high prestige whose goals were to see the safety of Azeroth and the destruction of the Burning Legion. However, was this so?

The Demon Gan'arg, Mal'akor, had taken control over the Night Elf's body along with his role and memories. No one knows what had become of the Night Elf's soul other than Mal'akor but, if one looked closely, a hint of his essence still lingers inside.

For many years, Zevrad had followed the teachings of the Illidari to survive and avoid suspicion. His performance within their ranks was mediocre when it came to both agility and strength. What he excelled in were the fields of illusions and soul manipulation which made him one of the most cunning hunters among the Demon Hunters.

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 They stared at the small yacht that had the same independent style as its owner. A man would have to get up all his courage to drive it.
 The yacht drifting on the water surface looked like a feather. Lan Jin hadn’t refitted it. He had only decorated it with paint.
 A golden flying dragon with fierce claws was twisting its body around the boat with an awe-inspiring vibe.
 It was a post-modern style decoration. Among the other clean yachts, theirs looked like the black sheep among the white ones.
 For the sake of their friendship, Qin Guan decided not to make any comments. He just turned around silently, pretending not to see anything.
 In fact, he was interested in their invitation. They sat around the table, talking about business. This was what Chinese people did.
 "Qin Guan?"
 "What's the matter?"
 "Lan Jin and I started a small commercial company. Will you help us run the business?"
 Qin Guan took a sip of his Bud Light. "I do not engage in commerce. Why me?"
 "We need an accounting firm to take care of the accounts and the dutiable goods. We consulted with some firms. Some of them charge too much, while others are unreliable."
 "You are studying finance at Columbia. We can't seek for help far and ignore what lies close at hand."
 Qin Guan put his beer bottle down with shining eyes. "Really? What would I have to do to open an accounting firm?"
 "Get your CPA," He Ming answered leisurely. "Then you won't need to care about anything else."
 "Oh, I nearly forgot." He pointed to Lan Jin. "Lan could invest in you for free. Just pay him in profit when you start making money. The boy is interested in personal investment. He likes counting bills on his couch."
 Qin Guan was relieved. It was much simpler to start a firm there than in China. America was really the land of the free.
 He swallowed a mouthful of beer. "I don't have much at hand. Just 1.6 million..."
 He Jing and Lan Jin were a little surprised. "That's enough. If your business goes well, you won't need to worry about the high New York prices. You will even get a house."
 They were pointing in the direction of Long Island, where lights could be seen among the trees. This was their dream for the future.
 "Well... I meant dollars," Qin Guan finished his words calmly, as if he was greeting some guy on the street.
 His three friends spit their beer out.
 "What... What did you say? 1.6 million dollars?"
 He was a multimillionaire! The calmest boy among them was the richest one. They showed off everywhere with their luxury cars, while the real rich man had been hiding.
 Qin Guan nodded. "You know about my part-time jobs... I just signed a contract recently..."
 His friends didn't want to continue that conversation. We hate handsome guys...
 Suddenly, Qin Guan remembered something. "He Ming, would you accept small import orders?"
 "Of course. I can carry them out myself to save on service charges and customs duties."
 "That's great. My store on Chelsea Street is ready, and we will be needing some goods... Tell them, Weizi."
 They all forgot about the time as they talked under the night sky. All their careers had started from that club and headed in different, unknown directions.
 When one realized that their goal, the very thing they were earnestly longing for, was close at hand, they were naturally full of energy.
 Qin Guan had promised George Clooney that he would finish shooting his scenes before Christmas, so he had to take the CPA exams afterwards.
 Despite Prof. Martin's complaints, Qin Guan packed his travelling bag, asked Cong Nianwei to take care of the store and went off again.
 In fact, Qin Guan had been hesitant about the script at the beginning. Compared to "Elephant" and "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind", with their black humour and absurd plot, this one was much more uplifting.
 Qin Guan had not mentally stressed about "Elephant", as in China’s point of view, it was a failure of American education.
 His role in "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind" though put more pressure on him. He would be playing a Jew, both in the physical and emotional sense.
 It was an interesting story, based on Chuck's autobiography, which had been published back in 1984. In the book, he was a killer working undercover for the CIA as a TV host.
 In fact, George had seen plenty of candidates. The agencies had sent numerous actors. Eventually though, Chuck had pointed at Qin Guan’s photo.
 "When I was young, women were obsessed with me. I used to be a handsome guy like him. Besides, he looks just as cold and tough as the people working in the secret services. This feeling is kind of hard to describe."


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Reading 1984 was a sensation out of its own to Igor. He had never read such a fascinating book in his life. The whole thing was about a so called 'dystopian goverment' and a man loving a woman in such a weird relationship, it gave tingles to Igor. It made him think about forbidden love even more so and made him want Maisie even more.

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"Ello Maisie." Maisie's friend Josh said to her in his oh so whispery British accent. He came from Britain but was determined to change the world government and joined the White Angels. He was in a sister group, the Dark Angels previously that belonged in the british devision of the terrorist organization.

"Hey Josh. I came over to discuss the next political rally being held in Seattle." Seattle was the lead city when it came to the New Christian Church's base. The city had turned completely atheist and the christian church wanted to change that. The leader of the church was really an atheist himself though, so clearly he had ulterior motives. White Angels found this out and had determined the leader was a hypocrite. To determine if an organization is really corrupt, the White Angels organization found out who the head was. Also whether or not he had ulterior motives. Generally it was based on hard evidence, but mostly circumstantial from everyone working for these organizations who had decided to join White Angels at some point.

"Yeah. Here's the lowdown miss. We need to get at least five thousand more people to confirm they are coming in the next week."

"Woah, the next week? And what kind of people?"

"Genalucards if we can get them."

"Damn, that would be way too hard to find that many willing to go... they are scared to. They will suffer great consequences if they do."

"I'm sure we can convince them to convince others and let that whole thing cycle. Anyways our leader had made a political speech just for them and recorded the hologram."

"That might just work."

"It sure as hell will work, I have trust in our leader."

"But what can Genalucards do?"

"They can further our agenda."

"Further the agenda?"

"Yes, if you hadn't found out by now, the White Angels have an agenda to keep."

Maisie had always been slightly naive and more of a sheeple then most in the organization. Only, she did deviate from normal thinking and that's why she had grown fond of the White Angels. That's what was important. Igor had grown fond of Maisie by her innocence and naivety. He had become charmed by her beauty and her politeness. What he didn't know was she had only acted this way around her parents and her servants. Maisie was really a cussing kind of gal. She was naive, but at heart, she knew what was really going on. She chose not to realize it.

"Alright, we have the plan down?" Josh confirmed.

"Yes. We gather as many Genalucards as we can to go to the rally. And you wanted me to take Igor too huh? That might make it harder to be around him if something were to happen."

"Yes of course, I'm sure a smart Alucard like him would be an asset to our plans."

Maisie rolled her eyes. She had never thought of Igor as being any more than a doorknob of personality. He seemed to always give her similar answers when it came to her come ons she had thought out to try and push his buttons. He never gave in. And he never would bend a rule. The alucard was a very boring man to her. She didn't know his feelings about things. He was just her personal servant. She never thought anything more of him because humans just don't fall for Genalucards as its forbidden. The whole concept is crazy, even if genalucards may be beautiful to some humans because of their human form and their beautiful eyes, the mix could be considered just as bad as bestiality is.

"Igor, bring the car around, would you?" Maisie commanded in a manner different then usual with a fierce tongue. Igor put 1984 in a compartment in the car he had found that no one else seemed to be using. Maisie came rushing out the door like a paramedic trying to get into their truck on the way to a call.

"Igor, I need to talk to you about something. But first, let's start flying." Maisie again, talked in a manner he hadn't been used to.

"Yes Mistress. Right away." What could she be thinking Igor thought. Up in the sky they went through the starry sky-way. Lights illuminated where the pavement would have been if there was such a thing as sky roads. The air traffic was just controlled the same as ground traffic with the same procedures. There were even more policemen in the sky then there are on the ground, as crashing in the sky is far more dangerous and can kill far more people. So, they use their authority to stop people from breaking speed limit laws. Its also easier for the police to determine the location of all hover vehicles in the air and the speed. When someone starts to speed the radar will go off. No one dare speeds in the sky. The people who feel the need to be more than five miles over the speed limit do it on the ground were far less policemen were watching a radar because it was far less convenient and made less money for the department.

"Igor, I need you to do me a favor that only you can do. You also need to keep it a secret from my parents and anyone else. I need you to come to a rally with me for the White Angels."Igor knew that name too well. It was the terrorist organization trying to change the world for the better but tended to do more harm then good. He definitely didn't want to go. Especially with their history of violent crimes happening after the rallies. He didn't want to get mixed up with that.

"I just can't Mistress. Its far too dangerous, and I even feel that it wouldn't be right for you to go either."

"This isn't a request. I may have said favor, but I am your master and you need to do what I say. I'll drop you like a hot cake and you can go back to working in the coal caves. It's my word against yours and you can't try to tell my parents about this 'favor' I'm asking you because they wouldn't believe their little girl could ever join a group like this."

"Yes, Mistress." Igor put his head down in shame. What am I going to do now? This could get me killed for sure. I might have to go back to the coal caves anyways. Or worse, slavery jail. Igor thought long and hard about a plan to try and get out of the commitment he had just made. If there was no way out of the political rally he supposed he should just escape and even kidnap the mistress for putting him in such a position. He never thought she would do such a thing as sell him out to a terrorist organization? For what reason? What value was he to her?

"Good. Now, the rally is at one am in Seattle at the space needle sky way. You're going to have to take me there anyways, but i'd like you to know in advance."

"Thank-you mistress for telling me." Having to suck up to such a bitch didn't seem tolerable to him anymore. He wanted to put his teeth into her. Maybe fool around with her. She seemed to be innocent and naive to him before, but that wasn't the case anymore. Had she been two faced with him and her parents? Or had she been manipulated by an organization with sociopathic leaders and hell bent vigilantes? He wanted to find out so badly. It was killing him inside. She had been so sweet before that he didn't want to think otherwise of her. He really wanted to prove himself wrong. 

"Okay let's go inside Igor." '

"Yes, mistress." Igor went around to open her door. She walked by him and into the house. He rolled his eyes in disgust. Hatred started to well up inside of him and he had no idea why he wasn't able to control his rage. It was likely because he was a Genalucard. Even if they felt superior, Genalucards get angry on far more occasions then humans do and their faces show it pretty well. Their faces show emotions more than regular humans. Their faces had far more muscles in them and had more exaggeration upon them. Their fangs get larger, their eyes turn into a mixture of another color and their own, their nails sharp out like a cat, and their wings almost turn to take off mode. Their wings could not possibly be opened and were cramped most of the time, but that was much better than dying to them. There was a mechanism that would administer an electric shock powerful enough to kill an elephant, had a genalucard opened their wings. Only a master could take it off with a special key. In the case they needed to fly somewhere and only their genalucard could take them. The weight of a human is immense to them and flying would be a big hassle with even their big black bat wings and muscles built on their arms.

Igor went up to his bedroom to try and make curfew. He was tired and very confused. He also didn't want to see anyone so he managed to slip past all of the other servants. He talked very little to the other servants because he had only been there a few months and they didn't seem to like him because he got the 'easy' job of taking care of Mistress Maisie. It wasn't easy for him because of what just went down that night. Not being able to talk to anyone had caused Igor to be a loner. It had served him to not get involved in the past, and he was grateful to have survived so long.

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.

1. Fanny Hill: Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure by John Cleland  

"The young gentleman, by Phoebe's guess, was about two and twenty; tall and well limbed. (…) then his grand movement, which seemed to rise out of a thicket of curling hair, that spread from the root all over his thighs and belly up to the navel, stood stiff and upright, but of a size to frighten me, by sympathy for the small tender part which was the object of its fury, and which now lay exposed to my fairest view; for he had, immediately on stoppings off his shirt, gently pushed her down on the couch, which stood conveniently to break her willing fall. Her thighs were spread out to their utmost extention, and discovered between them the mark of the sex, the red-centered cleft of flesh, whose lips vermillioning inwards, expressed a small ruby line in sweet miniature, such as guide's touch or colouring: could never attain to the life or delicacy of."

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2.Selected Letters of James Joyce 
While these don't technically comprise a sex scene, these letters are fifty shades of great balls of fire— which is to say: hot. Yes, there are dirty words and yes there are Joyce's particular fixations that titillate, but it's the forthright intimacy between the couple that produces in me that unmistakable frisson of bliss.
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An excerpt from a letter dated 9 December 1909:

"…you seem anxious to know how i received your letter which you say is worse than mine. How is it worse than mine, love? Yes, it is worse in one part or two. I mean the part where you say what you will do with your tongue (I don't mean sucking me off) and in that lovely word you write so big and underline, you little blackguard. It is thrilling to hear that word (and one or two others you have not written) on a girl's lips. But I wish you spoke of yourself and not of me. Write me a long long letter, full of that and other things, about yourself, darling. You know now how to give me a cockstand. Tell me the smallest things about yourself so long as they are obscene and secret and filthy. Write nothing else. Let every sentence be full of dirty immodest words and sounds. They are all lovely to hear and to see on paper even but the dirtiest are the most beautiful . . ."
 
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3.  House Like a Lotus by Madeleine L'Engle
This is a young adult novel. Polly is travelling through Greece and Cyprus as she's trying to process a troubling event in her recent past. The story is told both in the present time and in flashbacks. During one of the flashbacks of the book, Polly loses her virginity. That alone is remarkable enough, given both the genre (YA), and the year of publication (1984). But the man she sleeps with is a med school intern which makes him at least 24 or 25 years old. Their relationship in the novel is laid out very carefully as one of respect, mutual consent, and intellectual connection, and afterwards, Renny, the intern, apologized and made it clear that what had happened must not happen again. Nevertheless, L'Engle's description of the actual event is delicate, warm, sensual, and sweet. It's the first time so many of us longed for.
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"…and he was kissing me again, and slipping the shorty nightgown over my head. his strong and gentle hands began to stroke me, his hands, his lips, his tongue.
Gentle. Not frightening. Knowing what he was doing. I felt my nipples rise, and it startled me.
'Shhh,' Renny whispered. 'Shhh, it's all right, don't worry, just relax and listen to your body.'
He was slow, rhythmic, gentle, moving down my body, down . . . 
And I was nothing but my body
There was a sharp brief pain
Brief
And then a sweet spasm went through me
And i seemed to rise into the air
No more pain
Just the sweetness
The incredible
Oh, the
And then Renny, panting
I pressed him hard against me."

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4. Vox by Nicholson Baker 
A novel by one of my favourite writers, Vox takes place entirely on a phone sex / hook-up party line. By turns arousing and odd, Jim and Abby's conversation ends in an explosive, fantastic erotic fantasy.
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"… I run my fingers just down the long place where the insides of your thighs touch, all the way to your knees, and then I'd let go of your legs, and they'd fall slightly apart, and as my hands started to move up inside them, with my fingers splayed wide, they'd move farther and farther apart, and then I'd lift your knees and hook them over the arms of the armchair, so that you were wide open for me, and in the darkness your bush would still be indistinct, and I'd look up at you, and I'd move on my knees so I'm closer, so I could slide my cock in you if I wanted, and I touch your shoulders with my hands, and pass my fingertips all the way down over your breasts and over your stomach and just lightly over your bush, just to feel the hair, and then say, 'I'm going to lick you now,' and I lick both your nipples once very briefly good-bye, and I breathe my way down, and I pass over your bush this time with my mouth, and I see where the tan stops, and where the hair begins, and I keep going, and your legs are spread wide, and so I kiss inside one knee, and then across to the other, and up, back and forth, and at the end of each kiss I give a little upward lick with my tongue, up lick, lick, lick, back and forth, moving closer and closer to where your thighs meet."
 
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5. The Powerbook by Jeanette Winterson 
An early scene in the book recounts the tale of a woman in the late 1500s who disguises herself as a man by way of tulips strapped beneath her trousers. She is ordered to the bedside of a princess and under threat of decapitation commanded to sexually please—deflower, if you will—her. the princess had never seen the nude male form.
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"'Take off your trousers and let me see you.'
So this was the moment. All would be revealed. I no longer cared. Come death, come life, there is a part to play and that is all.
Hesitatingly, I let down the blue and gold of my trousers. There was a silence. then the princess said . . . 
'I have never seen a man before.'
(You're not seeing one now.)
'The stories I have heard . . .  the fleshiness, the swelling . . .  but you are like a flower.'
(This was true.)
She touched my bulbs.
'They are like sweet chestnuts.'
(Tulips, my darling, tulips.)
She stroked the waxy coating I kept fresh to protect them. The tips of her fingers glistened.
'What do you call these?'
'This one is key of pleasure, and this one is lover's dream.' I said this quite sincerely because it was so.
'And what do you call this?'
Her fingers had reached the centre now. I had to think fast.
'I call it my stem of spring.'
She laughed delightedly and kissed the red flower, its petals fastened tight into a head. Fortunately my mother had made it quite secure and the princess could play with it all she liked.
Then a strange thing began to happen. As the princess kissed and petted my tulip, my own sensations grew exquisite, but as yet no stronger than my astonishment, as I felt my disguise come to life. the tulip began to stand.
I looked down. There it was, making a bridge from my body to hers.
I was still wearing my tunic and the princess could not see the leather belt that carried everything with it. All she could see, all she could feel, was the eagerness of my bulbs and stem.
I kneeled down, the tulip waving at me as it had done on the hillside that afternoon I cut it down.
Very gently the princess lowered herself across my knees and I felt the firm red head and pale shaft plant itself in her body. a delicate green-tinted sap dribbled down her brown thighs.
All afternoon I fucked her."

"They began to make love against the library shelves which creaked with their movement. It is common enough at such times to fantasize arriving in a remote high place. 

He imagined himself strolling on a smooth, rounded mountain summit, suspended between two higher peaks.
 
He was in an unhurried, reconnoitering mood, with time to go to a rocky edge and take a glimpse of the near-vertical scree down which he would shortly have to thrown himself.

 It was a temptation to leap into clear space now, but he was a man of the world and he could walk away and wait. It was not easy, for he was being drawn back and he had to resist ... She was calling to him, inviting him, murmuring in his ear. Exactly so.
 
They would jump together. He was with her now, peering into an abyss, and they saw how the scree plunged down through the cloud. Hand in hand, they would fall backward."

Here are many Hottest Sex Scenes from Books, Because Words Can Turn You On Too

Just read the first couple of excerpts in this book and you’ll find steamy, romantic, arousing sex writing. Writing that doesn’t make you cringe from bad prose. Writing that offers a number of pleasures to be had — psychological, word-play, beautiful descriptions. These are some damn fine love scenes in books.

 Please know that I tried my best to choose racy novel excerpts that illustrated a wide range of human sexuality. If I did not happen to hit upon your specific form of sexual entertainment, I humbly apologize in advance (but seriously — there must be something here that entertains you).

1984 book sparknotes

梦幻1984

Not Dead Yet (Harry Potter)

Death: A Biography

Redmond High

Rich Sex[Complete]

We Will Meet Again

The Delusions of Stargazer

Rebirth: How A Loser Became A Prince Charming

What is a Genetic Vampire?

Sex Scenes : Words Can Turn You On Too (Hot and Incredible)

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