重生到了1984年，杨宇将会如何开启新的人生？
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A little boy of age 7 years was lying in hospital bed his head covered in bandage .his face was full in pain near the bed there were his parents and his little sister worried about the boy, the boy Jack Wilson had an unfortunate accident he tumbled down the stairs and hit his head hard, today was his 7th birthday.

The doctor said to the parents Mr & Mrs, George and robin Wilson "the child's condition is fine but he appears to be in a coma he is to kept under observation " listening to the doctor robin cried she was worried about her son. 

George asks about the specific condition the doctor replies "due to injury to the head he has suffered a shock due to which he is in a coma the injury is not too deep he might wake up in a couple of days".

meanwhile inside jack's consciousness there appear to be many disk-shaped white veils of mist floating around his soul human-shaped lifelike, mixing/fusion with his soul, strengthening his soul and changes to his soul.

jack woke up after 2 days with a splitting headache, memories about his past life flowed through his mind.

 he remembered about his past life he was around 21 years old he was from 21st century 2020 to exact a university student he was a nerd reading novels wuxia/xianxia, manga watching anime and fan of marvel and dc etc.but he did not seem to remember his name his family of his past life like it was completely blank jack thought "you win some you lose some"
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jack was back at home from the hospital he was discharged as his condition was normal.he was playing with his little sister Amy (3 years old) it has been a week since he has been in his home his parents are more or less calm from the accident.

he seems to contemplate about the whole reincarnation thing like he was transported or reborn in this world he seems to think that he was reborn and somehow regained his old life memories.

 he still could not remember how he died his name his family etc. and the present accident was vague he remembered waking up on his birthday at midnight having a throbbing feeling in his head dizziness took him and he fell from the stairs like something was awakening inside him.

the world where he now seems to be in 20th century 1984 London the technology here is same like his world the history is pretty much accurate the world war 1 & so on... he was happy there were so many ways he could be a billionaire here.

but there was one thing he needs confirmation on after the accident he seems to be able to enter into his consciousness he was able to see his soul and to see a core like thing faint illuminated the color of the mist or ball was light green based on that he come up with many theories but major was he seem to be in harry potter world.

As to how he was in the 1980s plus the core like thing there can be only one explanation he was not 100% sure as there was no accident magic happen to him but he was optimistic as in his previous life he dreamed of going to harry potter world much more than any world from books & novels.

to test this theory he was constantly trying to use magic to have the flow of energy to flow through the body all was ought he seem unable to do it.

at night he was back in his consciousness he was observing the core and his soul seems like they are not linked he tried by using his mind commanding to happen but nothing happened he tried to use the soul of his to absorb the core or pull towards it.

there was response the soul took the magic core like it going to eat it and before he could say stop it Boom...

Journey of an Reincarnated 21 year old in Harry Potter world and how he reaches to the peak in the Magical world.
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based on J.K Rowling Harry Potter books.



It's more like he awakened his memories and his journey as a Muggleborn in this world,plus some plot armor.


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Author : Some chapters have been merged , They were too small.

 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!

　　　　不得不说，锐意创新和老成持重这两种风格，在苹果公司这里冲突的太厉害了，甚至就连一贯最支持乔布斯的约翰.斯卡利，也抱着怀疑的态度。
　　广告片《1984》创意来源的小说《一九八四》，其作者George Orwell——乔治.奥威尔是英国著名作家、新闻记者和社会评论家。
　　由于早年的经历，使得乔治.奥威尔同情社会底层，他的文字也在始终关注底层社会的生活。
　　其两大传世之作《动物庄园》和《一九八四》，分别成书于1944年和1948年，堪称世界文坛反极权主义的政治讽刺小说经典，影响力已然超越了文学界。
　　小说《一九八四》里讲述了一个令人感到窒息和恐怖的，以追逐权力为最终目标的，假想的未来极权主义社会。由于该作品被视为危险和具有煽动性，故而被许多国家列为禁书。
　　乔治.奥威尔在其中创造的thoughtcrime——犯罪思想、newspeak——新语、Big Brother——老大哥、doublethink ——双重思想等词汇，都被收入进英语词典；而由他的名字衍生出来的“奥威尔主义”、“奥威尔式的”等新词，甚至成为日常通用语汇。
　　由此可见，乔治.奥威尔和他的作品，在英语国家的影响是如何巨大。
　　毫无疑问，乔布斯和Chiat/Day广告公司的三位创作人员，分别从小说《一九八四》里找到了自己想要的东西，相互产生共鸣，进而有了这则标新立异的广告，其预算空前地高达75万美元。
　　除了重金打造之外，乔布斯还对广告的导演精挑细选，最后找来了Ridley Scott——雷德利.斯科特。
　　此人在原本时空里的十几年后可谓大名鼎鼎，《Gladiator》——《角斗士》、《Black Hawk Down》——《黑鹰计划》、《American Gangster》——《美国黑_帮》、《Prometheus》——《普罗米修斯》，以及《The Martian》——《火星救援》等，都是他的作品。
　　现阶段，雷德利.斯科特的商业吸金能力，虽然远远比不上斯皮尔伯格，但表现也相当不俗了，其1979年导演的科幻恐怖片《Alien》——《异形》，拍摄预算只有1100万美元，但票房却超过了1亿美元。
　　由此，雷德利.斯科特得到了制片方的信任，随即成了《Blade Runner》——《银翼杀手》的导演，拍摄预算达到了2800万美元。
　　值得一提的是，在之前那一波香江电影进军好莱坞的热潮中，不光是邹文怀雄心勃勃，邵逸夫也同样出手了，《银翼杀手》的主要投资方里就有他。
　　但悲剧的是，1982年6月25日《银翼杀手》在1290家影院全面上映后，首周票房令人失望之极，仅有615万美元，直接被以《E.T.外星人》为首的其它科幻片碾压成渣，最后的总票房只有3300万美元。
　　可以说，邵逸夫和邹文怀此番对好莱坞的试探，都是铩羽而归，坑得不轻，毕竟这些美元折算成港元后，没准够香江这边拍一年电影的预算了，要不然赔得吐血的这两位，也不会对在好莱坞混得风生水起的唐焕，感觉莫测高深，进而百般妥协了。
　　《银翼杀手》虽然在票房上失利了，观众普遍不买账，但其深刻的内容却产生了巨大的影响，属于原本时空里网络时代被各种解读、捧上神坛的又一典型。
　　雷德利.斯科特导演的这部电影，所表现出来的反乌托邦色彩，和小说《一九八四》的内容有异曲同工之妙。
　　乔布斯正是看中了雷德利.斯科特的这一点，而雷德利.斯科特也没让乔布斯失望。
　　为了达到最好的效果，雷德利.斯科特特意找来了数十个真正的光头来拍摄，而女主角的扮演者则是一位女子铁饼运动员。
　　最终，耗资巨大的广告片《1984》，在伦敦完成了拍摄。
　　可它在苹果高层这里，得到了满满的恶评，以至于大多数人都认为，这是自己看过的最差的广告片
　　马库拉发了一会呆后，开口的第一句话就是，“有谁想另找一家广告公司？”
　　见此情景，首席执行官约翰.斯卡利越发地信心全无，随即便让Chiat/Day公司廉价卖掉已经买下的那两个超级碗上长度分别为60秒和30秒的广告时段，乔布斯为此愤怒不已。
　　现阶段，约翰.斯卡利和乔布斯的关系好得蜜里调油，他不想为了这件事，让双方的交情出现隔阂，于是做为一种妥协，约翰.斯卡利决定由负责营销的Bill Campbell——比尔•坎贝尔来考虑怎么做。
　　实际上，Chiat/Day公司并没有完全按照约翰.斯卡利的指示去做，他们进行了消极的反抗，即只把30秒的广告时段卖掉了，而那个时长60秒的广告时段，则压根没有去找买家，李•克劳给出的托词为“卖不掉”。
　　不明就里的比尔•坎贝尔，见这个60秒的广告时段砸在手里了，于是硬着头皮决定放手一搏，在超级碗上播放广告片《1984》。
　　各种和稀泥，最后让乔布斯乱中取胜，简直就是苹果公司当下最大的特色，马库拉也只能徒呼奈何。
　　……
　　唐焕想了想，最后答应了马库拉的邀请，正好顺便见一下那位公司政_治斗争失败的康懋达创始人杰克.特拉梅尔。
　　放下了电话，唐焕突然又记起来一件事，于是联系到了米哈依尔.科根，开口问道：“我记得，好像今年奥克兰突袭者进入了超级碗？”
　　“没错。”米哈依尔.科根得意地哈哈大笑，“继1981年夺得文斯.兰巴迪杯后，奥克兰突袭者今年又有希望赢得超级碗，对手是HSD红人，你要现场观战么？”
　　“在哪个球场举行？”唐焕兴致勃勃地询问，盖因这支奥克兰突袭者实在给他带来了不少惊喜，自从其被自己收购后，这已经是第二次在超级碗亮相了，俨然和旧金山49人成为旧金山湾区的双雄。
　　“坦帕球场，在佛罗里达州西海岸的Tampa——坦帕。”米哈依尔.科根特意补充了一下，“你那边是冬天吧，这边的气候可是非常怡人。”
　　“不特意过去了，太远了，要绕地球大半圈，我还是在旧金山看电视直播吧。”唐焕笑着推辞了。
　　……
　　1984年1月22日，美国国家橄榄球联盟1983赛季总决赛——第十八届超级碗，在坦帕的坦帕体育场举行，对阵双方为美联冠军奥克兰突袭者和国联冠军HSD红人，收视观众超过9600万人。
　　唐焕邀请杰克.特拉梅尔，一起观看了这场比赛。
　　第三节刚开始，占尽优势的奥克兰突袭者队便触底得分。
　　但是，电视并没有即时重播这一得分画面。相反，屏幕突然诡异地黑屏了两秒钟，接着转为金属灰色调的广告片画面，其所渲染的那种冷漠的工业环境背景，让人不由自主地联想到《银翼杀手》的反乌托邦氛围，看上去有点儿像科幻电影中的场景。
　　一支由光头组成的队伍，踩着令人毛骨悚然的音乐前进，“老大哥”则正在大屏幕上进行控制人心的讲话。
　　与此同时，一个穿着纯白色背心，上面印有一台麦金塔电脑，手里拎着锤子的年轻女子，在奥威尔式思想警察的追捕中奔跑着。
　　当这支队伍坐好，如痴如醉地聆听“老大哥”演讲的时候，这个女子跑到了大屏幕前。
　　随着“老大哥”宣布“我们必胜！”，女主角的锤子击碎了屏幕，一切在一阵光和烟雾中消失。
　　广告的结尾处，旁白平静地念道：“1月24日，苹果电脑公司将推出麦金塔电脑。你将明白，为什么1984不会变成《1984》。”
　　显而易见，按照乔布斯的比喻，广告片中的“老大哥”就是暗指统治计算机世界的IBM，苹果公司则类似女主角，是那个意图挫败“老大哥”世界的反抗者。
　　唐焕哈哈一笑，“估计这个花费75万美元的广告，把很多人都吓到了。”
　　“只要能够造成轰动效应，就是好广告。”杰克.特拉梅尔言简意赅、直指核心地评价道。
　　事实确实如此，苹果公司这则不走寻常路的广告，极大吸引了媒体的关注，甚至连奥克兰突袭者队以38：9的比分，战胜HSD红人队，夺得历史上第三个超级碗冠军的锋芒，也黯然失色了不少。
　　当天晚上，美国各大电视网和50个地方电视台，都播放了关于这则广告的新闻，从而产生了只有网络时代才有的病毒式营销效果。
　　……
　　1984年1月24日，MAC发布会与苹果年度股东大会同期举行，地点在可容纳2600人的迪安扎社区学院弗林特礼堂。
　　由于之前超级碗上广告造成的轰动效应，各路媒体蜂拥而至，加上苹果公司大发英雄帖所邀请的一众同行——包括唐焕、盖茨、米契尔.卡波尔等等在内，也前来捧场，顿时把弗林特礼堂挤得水泄不通。
　　今天乔布斯穿着一件蓝色双排扣西装外套，里面是一件笔挺的白衬衫，打着浅绿色领结。看的出来，他花了不少心思在装扮上面。
　　“这是我人生中最重要的时刻，”在后台等待活动开始的时候，乔布斯坦率地说道，“我真的很紧张。你可能是唯一知道我对这次发布会感受的人。”
　　约翰.斯卡利抓住乔布斯的手，握了片刻，最后低声说了一句“好运”。
　　在好基友的祝福下，乔布斯以苹果公司董事长的身份首先登台，宣布股东大会正式开始。
　　为了保持住自己反主流文化的个人形象，乔布斯这位亿万富豪董事长采用了独特的开场方式，即通过朗读鲍勃•迪伦的一首歌——《时代在变》的歌词来开场。
　　接着，约翰.斯卡利上台汇报苹果公司的营收状况。
　　但随着他枯燥无味的讲话，观众们开始变得焦躁不安。毕竟，那些专程赶来的人，满怀期待的对象是MAC的发布，而非枯燥的财务数据。
　　最终，约翰.斯卡利以一段富有个人感情的话收尾，“在苹果公司过去的时间里，对我来说最重要的事情就是，有机会同史蒂夫•乔布斯发展一段友谊，”
　　约翰.斯卡利强调道：“我们之间所建立的默契，对我来说，意义非常重大。”
　　在台下看到这一幕的唐焕，不禁暗自唏嘘，约翰.斯卡利和乔布斯现在确实相处融洽，但恐怕这段由个人魅力所建立的交情，根本架不住利益的考验。
　　很快，乔布斯再次上台，灯光随之暗了下来。
　　“1958年，IBM错过了收购一家羽翼未丰的公司的机会。这家小公司发明了一种称为静电复印的新技术。两年后，施乐公司诞生了，IBM从此追悔莫及。”
　　在观众不时发出的笑声中，乔布斯历数了IBM的一系列失误，接着语锋一转，加快了节奏，谈到了当前的状况。
　　“IBM一直想要占有一切，在过去的几十年里，它就已经统治了整个计算机世界。如今，IBM还想主宰和控制未来，进入了个人电脑领域。”
　　“不可否认，方圆电脑突破了IBM的垄断，让中小型企业乃至一些专业人士，受益于微型计算机技术所带来的便利。”
　　“但这还不够，MAC将会把这场变革进行得更彻底，让个人电脑进入到每一个家庭，使每个人都能通过技术，发掘自己的潜力。”
　　“我们不会让IBM控制整个信息时代！乔治•奥威尔所描述的1984也不会成真！”(未完待续。如果您喜欢这部作品，欢迎您来起点（qidian.com）投推荐票、月票，您的支持，就是我最大的动力。手机用户请到m.qidian.com阅读。)

　　一架飞机的失事，让大批参加某个世界闻名论坛的各位精英陨落，他们的记忆被瞬间爆发的巨大能量压缩至一个极点，随着一名IT工程师的残缺灵魂，穿越到了平行时空的1979年旧金山。
　　睁眼看世界，一代歌后正在躲避护照风波处于人生低谷等着自己乘虚而入，苹果电脑即将上市诞生亿万富翁如何才能跻身其中……这可真是一个大展身手的时代！
　　发展高科技，称霸美国硅谷；收购好莱坞，弘扬中华文化；整合港台娱乐，品味时代之花。男人大丈夫，当如是也！　

Saroma walked into the office. He was immediately stopped by Moritie. No one else was in the office. She had snake eyes and an insatiable  hunger deep within her. Saroma was afraid. Any other circumstance of a man and a woman, alone, would have been... scandalous. But Saroma felt like he was being hunted in a sick and horrible way.
Saroma asked, "You need something from me?" Moritie only kept staring at him.
A scream erupted from her like ash from a volcano. Coffee spewed out of her mouth and the deafening scream turned to the sound of a prolonged car crash. The metal on metal voice guided him nowhere but Moritie pointed down the row of cubicles.
From all the way on the other side, he saw Query bound to a chair by papers and codes. His entire mouth was full of cigarettes and both of his eyes were blackened.
Saroma yelled, "This isn't real! This is just a nightmare! I can just wake up! Wake up!" Moritie changed to a smile as she pushed him into a chair. Papers and papers of codes all over them were flying everywhere and Moritie began stapling them to his body.
She hissed an evil sound, "This is real! Oh, this is very real!" She stapled another paper to his chest and he screamed.
Saroma jolted awake. He had never had to force himself to wake up before and he was so shaken that he didn't think that he could go back to sleep. However, it was barely 3am, and sleep wasn't a choice.
He didn't dream again, but he woke up late for work. Since he was already late, he decided to take his time getting ready. He wasn't looking forward to seeing anyone at work with or without having the nightmare. The only good thing he could think of was that it was finally Friday.
Saroma walked through those security doors once more and commented, "Lucky you. You missed all the fun." Saroma didn't stop to ask since he expected a smart ass reply.
As soon as he entered, everyone looked up at him and Moritie poked her head out of her office to see who it was. She yelled his name loudly, "Saroma! Come see me!" Embarrassed, he stepped inside. She didn't look up from writing, "Sit down."
"Is this because I'm late? I didn't mean to be..." Saroma zoned out in what she was writing. It was identical to Koiz's handwriting, cursive and upside down.
She put her pen down and wrapped her fingers around her mug. She said quickly, "Company policy says that I must inform you of Query's death." Saroma felt a hole inside him.
Saroma couldn't believe his ears! He had assaulted him just last night! "What? He died?" He tried to keep his composure.
Moritie explained more with a cold voice, "He was informed of his security violation, and he committed suicide shortly after. VertMed does not and will not provide emotional support services since relations between coworkers are not allowed beyond cohorts. Do you have any any additional questions?" She studied him.
Saroma just stared at the coffee mug and shook his head, "Not really."
"How much did you know him?" She said while simultaneously suspecting him to have violated the rules. The very, very strange rules.
Saroma told her the truth, though, "I don't even remember what he looked like. I had only heard his name 3 days ago. Never got to meet the guy." Unfortunately, a lot of that was the truth. But he was worried if the surveillance in the parking garage would have caught their little scuffle, proof of his lie.
Moritie had enough of the conversation and she concluded, "You may get back to work." Saroma didn't waste anytime getting back to his desk. The good thing about being separated from everyone else was that he didn't feel the social pressure. He also could probably get away with a short nap.
But it wasn't time for sleeping. Since he got to work late, he was behind. The numbers increased from 8-digit numbers to 9 digit numbers. And the difference was so significant, that he had to annotate that.
As he was going through the papers one by one, he ran into a paper with yet another coded message.
"What the...?!" Saroma quietly mumbled out loud. He put his hand on the paper and wondered if this was -in a sense- kind of like Query's last words.
As much as Saroma wanted to know what it said, he had work to do. His work only slowed to a normal pace until after lunch at 1pm. He felt as if he didn't have anything else left to do. He felt an unquenchable urge to find out what the message said. It was considerably longer than the one before it:
43.52626391.814232.743223733281.63.93638273.62826122327374.72327481436362.91422181.936382.3163.223291217332.6333814232.73827442.
It took a while before Saroma could transcribe the numbers into letters since he wasn't using his phone. He used his office phone, a pen and a sticky note to figure out the meaning.
When he finished. He read the message altogether after ironing out the kinks, "I know the secret of your numbers. Question what you do. Beware of the rush." Saroma was puzzled, but he knew that he wasn't going to understand it right away. Again, he wasn't even sure if Query wrote it or not. Saroma pushes the thought out of his head. Had he really beaten Query for nothing? What if it was actually someone else?
Saroma tried to let it go. The more he thought about it, the more upset he got. And the more upset he became, the more likely he'd be expected of violating the rules.
Saroma felt like he was trapped in a weird version of George Orwell's 1984. He couldn't measure up to the expectations and he knew it. The only thing he could do was push aside his feelings and work like a robot. But he listened to the secret message.
He questioned his role in the company. Sure, there were hideously structured businesses out there and they still functioned, but what was he even contributing to? What was his purpose?

Given a new name, Saroma struggles at his strange new job. How long will he last?

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𝐓𝖎𝖈𝕜-𝖙𝖆𝖜𝕜!
𝐓𝖎𝖈𝕜-𝖙𝖆𝖜𝕜!
𝐁𝖆𝖜𝐤!
𝐁𝖆𝖜𝐤!
𝐁𝖆𝖜𝐤!

Went the clock on the wall. It was the present from his Aunt Velma who was the only living relative to care about his birthday, let alone send a gift. The thought nice, but... Who the heck these days would recognize that the novelty clock was from the show, Super Chicken?! It was half past midnight when Herman was leaving the office. He couldn't help but take notice of all the yellow paper on the bulletin boards. Apparently, someone had left messages notifying everyone that another individual broke into the vault last week stealing the cryptocurrency. How? No one would really know.

"Wha'd be the point tryin' to find the lucky Son of a Bitch?!" He replied, muttering to himself as he continued down his path to his house, wondering what other event he might see next on news alerts. One thing he knew for sure, was that this so called 'future' was aloof... The cops were notified, but what were they going to do?! Intergalactically, for everyone, they had been experiencing problems everywhere —  expect cyber hackers fortunate to bypass the system and enough to be getting away with so much in insane amounts.

"For fuck sakes, they're the ones at fault!" He had had at it again, this time yelling out another thought to jot — And by 'they' he'd meant the Galactic Governments. The building itself had no organic security guards and lacked the funding needed for better surveillance cameras. Perhaps, the piss poor excuse for their lack of safety in their exterior was as pathetic as the bank own politically incorrect interior?

"Cheap Asses!" Herman grumbled from under his breath! His severely cracked lips and nearly dark frostbitten skin had already taken quite a toll of the icy winds from the new blizzard. The Weather U-Robots had dubbed it 'The Chicago-Cosmic.' In a number of days, the storm had begun taking lives of citizens that were in the city before the interstellar merge with extraterrestrial species. As if his receding hairline wasn't already bad enough, Herman had to wear three additional heating caps on his head to keep that from freezing too! After finding his car, he slid into the corvette and started the engine. Fuel vehicles were the lowest piece of junks around. Yeah, times had certainly changed from when the Earth first experienced jet packs and Aero-Ships.

To make matters worse... Driving across updated skyways with fossil cars during construction damaged their tires. Homes in the suburb were no longer affordable for all middle class families. Being alone had now been seen as the only blessing Herman felt he had. Within the hour, Herman pulled up to his flat from the nearest skyway. Exiting, he locked the vehicle, but had taken notice to a small circled camera that hung above the door with a red iridescent glow as if to greet him.

"How long has that been there?!" He thought, before walking up the next flight of stairs. His thumb and eye drew forward to the DNA X-Ray scanner that identified him. The doors glided open... Herman ran inside quickly. An automated motion system did the rest locking itself behind him. Knobs and keyholes did not exist. Herman let out a great sigh in relief. There was no reason to be paranoid. He was being analytical about the security. Who the Hell was going to rob him with Red Baron machinery around?

The unlucky mug would be spending some quality time with a baseball bat to their face before having had the time to think about getting caught by a camera. He continued a nightly routine, laughing himself asleep to the many miscellaneous items he'd beat someone with. When he awoke, he was in a room that looked nothing like his own. He sprung up from the the bed, he took notice to a very large viewing monitor doubled as glass. Walking up, he peered into it, seeing the numbers which were spelled out in red.

Wᴬ4ᴿ 1ᴵ5ˢ ᴾ3ᴱ4ᴬ(ᶜ3ᴱ.
Fᴿ3ᴱ3ᴱ6ᴰ0ᴼ&ᴹ 1ᴵ5ˢ  ˢ5ᴸ7ᴬ4ᵛ3ᴱ9ᴿ¥ᵞ.
ᴵ1ᴳ6ᴺ0ᴼ9ᴿ4ᴬ€ᴺ(ᶜ3ᴱ 1ᴵ5ˢ ˢ5ᵀ£ᴿ3ᴱ€ᴺ£ᵀ6ᴳ#ᴴ.

'Well, ain't that some shit?!' He thought to himself deeply. It was something out of a book he'd once read, it's name escaping him. Spotting an open door to his right, Herman went out to explore. Suddenly... A group of circling security cameras had been alerted of his movements and started chasing him from afar; their beeping noises obnoxious. 

"What the Hell?!" He looked back and gave each camera the two finger salutes before slamming the door in an attempt to find his blue and white vehicle. He made it near the curb when the U-verse Police — also known 'U-Robots' stopped him dead in his tracks. They repeated the numbers per slogan from the window as electric tasers protruded from their metal extending arms.

"𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄!" Herman blaring out the words, shouted them from his windpipes. He dashed quickly to the side towards the nearest streets diverting away from being caught; feet working double-time through the thick heavy snow. Before crossing over to the next street monitors began alerting others that he was in violation of the law. Within seconds, fifteen other cyber-bionic, U-Robots had surrounded the entire block. 

Grabbing an oddly shaped two by four he found in a nearby trashcan, he swung... He wasn't going to go down without a fight! All around were nothing but security cameras and monitors watching him aimlessly. Without him knowing, they knew what his next move would be... Their computer chips updated with the program to penetrate brain cells. That's when he went swinging harder. Wrecking enough damage to one of the machines, before he felt a sting to his back that then paralyzed him from the waist down. Herman cried. Raving and ranting, then ranting and raving.

"𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌!" He continued shouting, struggling to be tame or peaceful until taken down by a sturdier U-Robot that had revealed itself from up above. Another electric shock sent him into a sleep. Two security guards sat at the reception desk of the penitentiary, watching as the others had just handled a dire situation. One of the guards had laughed and removed a tear from his eye. He pointed at a single screen from the vast showcasing of surveillance monitors. On the screens displayed the current date and time.

ᴬᴾᴿᴵᴸ 4ᵀᴴ, 1949. 3:45 ᴬᴹ.

"Poor George, everyday it's the same thing." "Hate to say I told you so, but I told you so..." The guard's laughter subsided and the other shook their head from a chair beside him. "You were right again, Freddy... but you 'gotta admit that somewhere deep down you do feel a wee bit sorry for the fella'. He's lost his mind and he does not remember who he really is." "I believe he's reliving everyday like it's 1984."

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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.

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

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

Ini bukan kalian yang belum pantas, awas adegan dewasa...!!!
*****

Alesha yang hanya refleks berteriak karena kaget tanpa bermaksud menghentikan George merasa tidak enak hati. Melihat George merasa bersalah dan menghentikan kegiatannya membuatnya muram. Lalu dia juga ikut bangkit dengan selimut ditubuhnya.
"Kenapa berhenti George?" tanyanya dengan sedih.

"Apa kau kesakitan Alesha?, maafkan aku karena ternyata aku belum bisa membuatmu nyaman dan bahagia dihari pertama kita" ucap George pesimis. Dia benar-benar merasa menjadi pria bodoh sekarang.

"Siapa bilang aku tidak bahagia George," Alesha menyentuh kedua pipi suaminya dan menatap matanya dengan tatapan tulus. "Aku sangat bahagia denganmu George" ucapnya lalu mencium bibir George dengan sepenuh hati. Dia mengulum bibir suaminya, menghisap dan menggigit bibirnya atas dan bawahnya secara bergantian.

George yang sebelumnya ingin mengakhiri kegiatan mereka membali bergairah. Ciuman Alesha memberinya energi dan kepercayaan diri sehingga dia pun dengan lihai membalas ciuman liar istrinya dengan penuh hasrat.

 Dia lalu kembali  merebahkan tubuh istrinya dan menghimpitnya dengan sangat lembut. Sentuhan dada Alesha yang lembut dan nikmat membuat tubuh bagian bawahnya pun menegang sehingga celana yang belum dia lepas terasa sangat penuh dan sakit.

George kemudian menelusuri leher Alesha menjilat dan menghisap kulitnya berkali-kali sebelum bibirnya berpindah kebahu kemudian akhirnya turun ke gunung lembut Alesha yang kenyal menggairahkan. Alesha semakin panas tidak karuan, nafasnya semakin memburu seirama dengan suara nafas George yang tidak kalah terengahnya. 

Kali ini George dengan sangat hati-hati mulai menyentuh dada Alesha. Gadis itu langsung mendesah nikmat ketika tangan George yang terlihat pas mencengkram dan meremasnya.

 Desahan napas Alesha berubah menjadi eraman lirih ketika dirasakannya lidah George memainkan dadanya dengan nakal sebelum akhirnya memasukkan kemulutnya.

"Akhhhh...George...ahhhh..!!!" suara Alesha semakin terdengar ketika George menghisap dadanya yang bagian kanan dan meremasnya pada dada yang sebelah kiri dengan tangannya. Gerakan mulut dan remasan tangan membuat Alesha menggigit bibir kuat-kuat menahan sesuatu yang terasa mau meledak dibagian bawah tubuhnya.

"Akhhh...George kumohon..." Alesha beberapa kali memohon meskipun dia juga tidak tahu apa yang sebenarnya dia inginkan. Dia hanya merasa ada sesuatu dibagian tubuhnya yang harus terlepaskan.

Alesha hanya semakin menggeliat tidak terkendali ketika mulut George mulai berpindah kebagian bawah sedangkan tangannya masih meremas salah satu dadanya. Bibir dan lidah George semakin menjalar kebawah keperut, menggelitik pusatnya yang begitu sensitif. 

Tidak sampai disitu, kini mulut George sudah menelusuri pahanya, menciumnya bertubi-tubi membuat Alesha hanya pasrah sambil mencengkram seprei dengan kedua tangannya. Matanya yang kini bulat sayu mengerjap-ngerjap seiring dengan desahannya yang terengah-engah menahan gairahnya yang semakin nikmat menyiksa.

George lalu menarik pakaian dalam Alesha yang tipis itu dengan perlahan hingga terlepas. Entah dimana dia membuangnya, karena ketika George melihat betapa indahnya pemandangan yang ada didepan matanya itu, tangannya pun dengan refleks tapi tetap hati-hati membuka kedua paha Alesha yang tertutup. Jantung George seakan berhenti berdetak melihat milik Alesha yang berwarnah pink dan basah. 

George lalu kembali menatap Alesha dan mencium bibirnya sebelum kembali ketempatnya semula. Dia lalu menunduk dan dengan bibirnya mulai menyentuh permukaan kulit milik Alesha. Terdengar Alesha mengeluh nikmat ketika lidah George menjulur dan mulai  masuki liang miliknya. 

George merasakan sensasi Asin yang nikmat ketika lidahnya mulai masuk menjalar kelorong bagian dalam milik Alesha dan menemukan spotnya.
"Akhhhh...kumohon George...akhhhh... aku...gak tahan lagi akhhh..." Alesha terus meracau nikmat ketika lidah George dengan nakalnya menari-nari didalam miliknya. 

Seakan tahu kelemahan titik sensitifnya Lidah George semakin agresif menyentuh titik itu, menjilat dan akhirnya menghisap spot milik Alesha tanpa ampun sehingga seperti tehujam kenikmatan tiada tara yang menggetarkan seluruh saraf disetiap sendi yang ada ditubuhnya.

 "George...Akhhh...aku ingin keluar akhh ..akhh ...akh.h..." pekikan lirih disertai desahan napas yang terengah-engah. Alesha mengeluarkan cairan hangatnya dan dengan isapan terakhir, George menghabiskan semua cairan milik Alesha tanpa sisa. 

Dengan napas yang masih memburu karena eforia kenikmatan yang baru pertama kali Alesha rasakan dia menatap George dengan senyuman puas, suaminya pun membalas senyumannya dengan misterius. Alesha belum sepenuhnya sadar ketika dilihatnya George membuka celananya sendiri dan menanggalkannya.

 Barulah ketika melihat sesuatu yang menggumpal dibalik pakaian dalam George, Alesha tersadar kalau permainan sesungguhnya baru akan dimulai. Kemudian George membuka penghalang terakhir tubuhnya dan seketika itu sesuatu yang panjang dan tegak muncul diantara kedua paha George. 

Alesha sampai menelan ludahnya gugup, melihat benda itu untuk pertama kali membuatnya berpikiran aneh. Apakah benda itu nanti yang akan memasukinya? kata orang-orang kalau benda itu masuk rasanya sakit sekali. Semua pikiran itu membuatnya semakin gugup dan takut.  

George ternyata bisa merasakan ketakutan istrinya, dia pun menatap mata Alesha dengan penuh sayang, menyentuh pipinya dengan lembut. Jemarinya mengelus bibir merahnya yang sedikit terbuka dan kembali mengulum bibir itu dengan penuh cinta seakan mengatakan kalau semuanya akan baik-baik saja. 

Bibir George lalu berpindah kepipi, mata ,hidung lalu ketelinganya. Rasa geli bercampur nikmat yang dirasakan Alesha kembali memunculkan gairahnya seketika, apalagi ketika tangan George dengan lihainya kembali memoermaikan dada Alesha. George  meremasnya dengan kuat. Alesha mendesah dengan mata tertutup. Tangannya berkali-kali meremas cover bed untuk pegangan karena tidak kuat menahan gairah yang membuncah.

Barulah ketika George merasa kalau istrinya itu sudah siap dia kembali memposisikan dirinya diantara paha Alesha. George juga sebenarnya takut, dia takut menyakiti Alesha meskipun hasratnya yang sudah naik keubun-ubun dan dengan sabar George mulai kembali menyentuh milik Alesha dengan jarinya.

 Awalnya dia hanya memasukkan satu jari telunjuknya untuk memastikan kalau istrinya memang sudah benar-benar siap untuknya. George merasakan kehangatan dari milik Alesha yang sudah basah di jarinya, membuat gairahnya melambung. Lalu dia kembali memasukkan jari keduanya dengan hati-hati. 

"Hmm..Akh..." suara desahan Alesha kembali terdengar. dia lalu menatap wajah istrinya yang memerah dan tidak berdaya menahan godaan George pada miliknya. George lalu menatap Dua buah ranum yang sekarang ini terabaikan olehnya karena jemarinya sibuk menyenangkan milik Alesha bagian bawah memastikannya sebelum senjatanya masuk. 

Kedua buah itu terlihat semakin menawan seakan memanggil George untuk menghisapnya kedalam mulut. Melihat keduanya itu menegang dan bergarak-gerak karena pemiliknya terus menggeliat nikmat, George pun memuaskan gairahnya sekali lagi dengan memasukkannys kedalam mulutnya, menghisapnya tanpa ampun secara bergantian karena kedua tangannya sibuk dengan perannya masing-masing. 

Alesha bagai kesetanan merasakan nikmat yang sangat menyiksa itu, semua titik sensitifnya diambil alih oleh George sehingga tubuhnya bergetar karena tidak mampu menahan kenikmatan itu. Alesha semakin menggeliat dan mendesah tanpa henti. Kepalanya sampai menggeleng kesana-kemari seakan mencari puncak kenikmatan itu tapi ternyata tidak ada, apalagi George tidak berhenti menggoda tubuhnya seperti itu.

"Akhhhh...George, kumohon jangan menyiksaku seperti ini. Ayolah, masuki aku sekarang juga sayang. Aku sudah tidak tahan lagi, akh...." suara pasrah Alesha yang diiringi desahan dan rintihan bagai melodi indah yang semakin membakar jiwa dan tubuh George dengan gairah membara. 

Dia lalu menghentikan kegiatannya dan menatap mata istrinya yang sudah sangat sayu. 
"Apa kau sudah siap sayang? ini akan terasa sakit." tanya George memastikan. "Hmmm..." Jawab Alesha yang sudah dikuasai gairah. Mendengar hal itu dia pun mencium bibir Alesha dengan sepenuh hati dan dengan sangat pelan dan hati-hati dia memasukkan miliknya yang luar biasa tegang dan panjang kedalam milik Alesha yang sudah sangat siap.

Perlahan George mendorong Miliknya kedalam sampai terdengar Alesha terpekik lirih, George menghentikan kegiatannya sesaat tapi mulutnya terus mengulum bibir istrinya dengan penuh gairah, sambil sedikit demi sedikit memasukkan senjatanya itu. 

Suara desahan Aleaha semakin keras ketika George memasukinya lebih dalam lagi. Sebenarnya George juga merasa kesakitan karena ruang milik Alesha masih sangat sempit, apalagi dengan bendanya yang sebegitu besar. Dia bahkan sempat khawatir kalau milik Alesha tidak kuat menampung barang pamungkasnya itu. Sehingga dengan sangat pelan dia memasuki milik istrinya. 

Alesha yang masih terengah akhirnya sadar kalau barang suaminya itu sedang berusaha memasukinya. Begitu perlahan sehingga rasa sangat sakit yang seharusnya dirasakannya sekarang bisa sedikit berkurang. Tapi ketika George lebih menekan tubuhnya kebawah dia terpekik karena rasa perih dan sakit itu kembali terasa. Padahal dengan segala cinta suaminya itu berusaha sekuat tenaga menjaga supaya bendanya tidak menyakitinya.

George terus berusaha yang terbaik, seakan ini adalah pertempuran hidup dan mati. Tapi memang  milik Alesha ternyata sangat sempit untuk ukuran juniornya yang wah,  mendengar rintihan lirih Istrinya George dengan sangat terpaksa menghentikan pergerakannya. 

"Apa sudah masuk semua George? kok semakin sakit yah?" tanya Alesha bingung, dari tadi sepertinya suaminya terus mendorong barangnya kedalam miliknya tapi belum sampai-sampai juga. George menggeleng, dia menjadi kasihan melihat istrinya meringis kesakitan. Mata yang sayu itu mulai membulat kembali membuka karena tegang dan gugup.

 "Maaf sayang, tapi ini baru ujungnya yang masuk" jawabnya merasa bersalah. "Apa perlu kutarik?" tanyanya kemudian. Alesha menggeleng cepat. Dia sangat tidak setuju kalau George melakukan itu. 

"Teruskan saja George, ini memang akan terasa sakit tapi aku yakin aku kuat" ucapnya sambil menyentuh wajah suaminya dan mulai mencium bibirnya dengan lembut, George yang awalnya gugup pun berangsur tenang dan mulai membalas ciuman istrinya dengan bergairah, Dan dengan sekali tekanan yang kuat barang George menusuk rongga Alesha dan mengoyak selaput darahnya.

"Ahhhhh.....!!"
Rasa perih dan sakit yang teramat sangat yang Alesha rasakan membuatnya terpekik dan mencakar punggung George hingga sedikit berdarah. Selaput darah Alesha yang terkoyak menyebabkan darah segar mengucur keluar.

 Air mata Alesha meleleh kepipinya yang merona, George sangat terkejut melihat apa yang terjadi sehingga dia segera menarik barangnya keluar tapi tangan Alesha merangkul lehernya dan kembali membenamkan bibirnya yang sudah memerah kemulut George.

Bagaimana rasanya menjadi seorang putri, menikah dengan pangeran impian? 

Ternyata...kenyataan tak seindah buku cerita. Life isn't a fairytale. 

Itulah yang dirasakan Alesha, gadis 18 tahun yang polos suatu saat bertemu dengan pangeran idamannya, Pangeran George, putra Raja William. Seorang pangeran tulen dari Inggris.

Keduanya jatuh cinta seiring berjalannya waktu akan tetapi...

Sang pangeran sudah bertunangan? Tunangannya benci Alesha! Tak cukup sampai disitu, ibunda George juga tak menyukainya!

Meski banyak tentangan dan godaan, keduanya berhasil menikah dan hidup bahagia...tidak untuk selamanya

Lolita, sahabat dekat George yang miskin suatu hari muncul dan menyita semua waktu George 

Pernikahan kedua sejoli semakin diambang kehancuran. Akankah keduanya berhasil mempertahankan pernikahan mereka atau justru...kandas begitu saja?

Apakah alasan dibalik perhatian George pada Lolita dan dapatkah Alesha menerima kenyataan ini?

Jalan menuju kebahagiaan kekal seperti di dongeng"...ternyata penuh duri.

Still, I Love You Prince...

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Warning 21++ 
Diharapkan kebijakannya dalam memilah novel yang sesuai. Cerita ini berisi adegan dewasa jadi sangat dilarang bagi yang belum pantas. 

Nafasnya memburu, jantungnya berdetak kencang, badannya gemetar, keringat dinginnya mulai bercucuran melihat sosok tinggi yang ada didepannya. Dia tidak percaya pada penglihatannya, sosok itu pun semakin mendekat kearahnya dan dengan gerakan yang sangat cepat tapi lembut sosok itu menekankan badannya ke tubuhnya yang masih membeku shock itu. 

Sosok itu kemudian meraih kedua tangannya dan memposisikannya keatas kepala. Dengan tatapan penuh gairah yang sudah tak tertahan lagi dia melumat bibir ranum seksinya seakan tidak ada lagi hari esok....

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