Jia Hyson finds he has hit the jackpot after he dies. 

He's got a system! He's a transmigrator! So cool! 

System: "Please help us fix the plot." 

Jia Hyson: "Of course!" 

System: "Firstly there are too many love interests." 

Jia Hyson: "Okay." 

System: "The main character is too annoying." 

Jia Hyson: "Um." 

System: "Needs more world building." 

Jia Hyson: "..."  

Oi, is he fixing the plot or is he rewriting the whole damn thing?!

(This is bl/yaoi/danmei btw)

E L James Grey After twenty-five years working in TV, E L James decided to pursue her childhood dream, and set out to write stories that readers would fall in love with. The result was the sensuous romance Fifty Shades of Grey and its two sequels, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed, a trilogy that went on to sell more than 125 million copies worldwide in 52 languages. In 2012 E T James was named one of Barbara Walters's "Ten Most Fascinating People of the Year," one of Time magazine's "Most Influential People in the World," and Publishers Weekly's "Person of the Year." Fifty Shades of Grey stayed on the New York Times Best Seller List for 133 consecutive weeks, and in 2015 the film adaptation —on which James worked as producer —broke box-office records all over the world for Universal Pictures. E L James lives in West London with her husband, the novelist and screenwriter Niall Leonard, and their two sons. She continues to write novels while acting as producer on the upcoming movie versions of Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed.

As the male voice seems to echo through the room, Irene pushes me away from her. 

Her flustered appearance really makes me want to murder the person who just blocked my happy times. 

I get up from the couch and steady myself. Irene fixes herself and calms down once more returning to the calm and collected ice princess I know and love. 

I head towards the intercom and see 3 figures. One guy and Two girls hovering by the screen. I recognize them instantly. The girl are Irene's friends who always seem to be around her and the guy is the annoying tall dude Jaebum.

"Jaebum! What you doing here?"

"Min-seo said that Irene is tutoring you. We are here to help", he says with a bright smile

'Yeah right! you are obviously here to be a third wheel'

I sigh and turn to Irene. My eyes show my disappointment. 

"I pressed the gate, come up to the top floor. The door is open"

I turn the intercom off and head back to where Irene is seated.

"You invited people to my house?" I ask her condescendingly 

And like a little lamb getting ready for slaughter. Who knows she has down wrong answers, "I just told them I'm tutoring you, I .... didn't...."

"How do they know my address then?" I proceed to question

"I ... told hayoon. She wanted to know."

"Giving away my personal information without my permission miss Bae. That wasn't nice" I smirk 

She looks at me with that wronged expression. Ahhh its so cute. I can't help but want to tease.

Author: MC! Please portray the role of a black-bellied CEO. And stop trying to parody 50 shades of gray

MC: You the one who created my character. I'm just filling in the blanks *drool* *drool*

Author: Prepare ... To ... Be .... Retconned! 

Just as I was warming up to go on the offensive. I hear the door opening and see three people enter.

The tall guy with the annoying face and stupid expression is obviously Jaebum. 

The girl following, whose appearance can only be described as cute. I mean everything she has on reminds me of hello kitty, what's with the pink bow? Is Min-seo. 

And the taller girl with glasses and a bright expression is Hayoon. She really has all the makings of a hot teacher I think. 

I turn to them and ask " Jaebum what brings you guys here?"

He looks at me and straightforwardly answers, "to learn"

'As if, I already know you the top of the grade"

I just ignore his response and say to the girls "Hey, you're Baechu's friends right. We haven't talked much. Nice to meet you"

Irene suddenly nudges me. I face her and she has a weird expression plastered on her. Oblivious to the monumental error I just made. I want to continue talking before I'm interrupted by three voices in harmony

Min-seo and Hayoon simultaneously question "Cabbage (Baechu)!? Who? BAECHU?"

'Ooops'

'Houston we have a problem'

'I keep slipping. First I told Jaebum and now these two!' 

'Curse my damn lips!' I really can't help it though. 

I REALLY REALLY WANT TO SHOW OFF! 

Anyway, accepting my fate. 

I sigh and resign myself to a barrage of questions. The first to start is Hayoon

"Dylan, You call hyun-ah baechu?"

I nod and she squeals.

This leads to Min-seo asking

"Does she also have a nickname for you?"

I look at Irene for a second and she has a similar 'it was inevitable' look . So I nod again which prompts another bout of squealing. 

This doesn't stop her however as Min-seo presses on 

"What is it? What is it?"

In the smallest voice I've ever used I say

"Dypa"

Which causes her to lose cool and she keeps muttering cute over and over like some satanic spell

It's now time for the Final Boss.

Jaebum looks at me and then Irene. It is the first time that he has seen the Ice princess facade melt. He decides to drop the big bomb and asks 

"Are you two ... dating?"

Dylan was an ordinary 18 year old with a particular taste for the older girls. What will happen when one day he finds himself in the past possessing a body no longer his own.

Dylan: "Where am I?"

"OMG i'm hot!?"

"Its time to .duh duh duh. Pick up noonas!"

How far will cheesy pickup lines and knowledge of the future take him ? Its anyones guess

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I was taken to a large, newly built stone mansion. Inside, a few Lizards already awaited us. They were dressed in elegant robes, and had a scholarly mood. Moreover, they were similar to Jora. Their royal blood was not as pure compared to him, but I could see some hints of golden streaks across their skins. One of the Lizards speed forward, and welcomed. "Welcome to our newly built library. Follow us, we will take you to a more private place, where you can view the books". I nodded, and followed them, Jora also joined us, and walked next to me.

They had loads of books, but not as many as Voltars had. We entered a room inside the library, where the leading scholarly Lizards said. "You asked for the period where they Greys were banished, right? Have a seat, and we will bring you everything we have on that".

I nodded and took a seat. Jora sat next to me, then asked "What exactly is that relic?". I made up some lies on the spot, "There are supposedly a few of them, and they reach antiquity. Those weapons are supposedly so powerful, one could overwhelm an army with their use". He thought about it before replying, "I never heard of such things. I'm not well versed with the history, but don't you think those relics are just fairytale?".

I said with a smile, "That's precisely what I'm trying to find out". A while later, the three scholarly Lizards returned, and each of them was carrying a few books. Altogether, there were nine of them. They placed the books in front of me, then the leading scholar said. "Those are the records from that period. I read them myself in the past, but found nothing about relics". I grabbed the first book, and read it. The book described how Grey and Royal Lizards worked together, but then mentioned some sort of betrayal on Grey Lizards' part.

The record wasn't detailed, but from what I gathered, the Grey Lizards overstepped their qualifications. Not much else was mentioned, but that's what supposedly warranted their banishment. It mentioned how the Royal Lizards were benevolent, and took all their previous work under consideration. Hence the Royal Lizards didn't kill them, but let them leave. I found it a bit fishy, that was when I recalled something. 'The history is written by the winners' I thought. 

The Royal Lizards might've simply wrote betrayal, but the book didn't even detail what betrayal it was. Only some vague notion of overstepping their qualifications. This could mean anything really. The cooperation between both factions was also vague. Supposedly, the Grey Lizards were responsible for Formations that helped improve water quality. How they overstepped those qualifications, was a mystery to me.

I placed the book down, and said to the leading scholar. "I don't get it. The book mentioned that Grey Lizards betrayed you guys, but it doesn't mention anything about it. So what happened?". All of them narrowed their eyes, and I could feel that question was out of place for them. I smiled, "No need to be so stressed. I was only curious. Anyway, this book doesn't have anything on relics, I will check the other ones".

I grabbed the second book, and read it. That book described a period after the Grey Lizards left. Supposedly, their race thrived without the Grey Lizards, and they established more cities and villages around the Obsidian Mountains. The weird thing was, they hardly mentioned any resources with which that was accomplished. They did mention Atols, and how they helped them craft some of those new settlements. The book talked about two new cities, and three villages. Coincidentally, that was the same amount they had currently. Yet, Atols only built one city, and two villages for them. The rest was supposedly built by Lizards alone. 

'Hmm, I don't doubt Lizards could create a city, after all Arangard was made by them. I feel like something is off here, like this is not the truth' I thought, and placed the book down. I looked at the scholars. I didn't want to arouse more suspicions with my question, therefore I decided to ask none about that book. Instead I said, "This book details construction of new cities and villages. It does cover a longer period of time, but has no information on other locations. Is there anything else before the Grey Lizards left?". 

The leading scholar took one of the books from the stack, and handed it to me. He asked, "Why do you concern yourself so much with Grey Lizards?". I replied, "It was during that time those relics were lost, or rather seen. From the records I got, it was around that time period. I'm looking for mentions of locations, or strange events in overall. This could help me locate those relics". An obvious lie, but I said it so confidently, they could find no faults with my statement.  

I grabbed the book he handed to me, and read it. The book indeed described a period before the Grey Lizards left, but it focused on relationship with Shades. At first they were hostile, actually everything was hostile in the North. Those races did everything to protect themselves, and their territories. 

Although small conflicts arose here and there, it was never bad enough to warrant a war. The book described a deal that Shades made with Lizards. Because Shades lacked knowledge of Formations, the Grey Lizards were supposed to help them out. The book didn't mention with what exactly. While the Shades offered information on other races. That wasn't all. They proposed an alliance, which lasted till that day, as well as a few other things like resources. 

'My guess would be, Shades needed water. The Grey Lizards were sent to help them out' I thought. That seemed like the most logical conclusion. The records were always all over the place. Voltars might had sorted their records properly, but they simply didn't allow me to view them. How much truth was in those records, no one really knew anymore. 

I placed the book down, and shook my head. The leading scholar said, "If you are looking for books that describe more locations during that period, I'm afraid we might only have one or two more. The books you see here, will mostly not describe that". I asked him to bring those two books, but he refused. "Only the Royals have access to those books. Even me or Jora aren't authorised to take them out". This made me wonder what those books contained. Truth perhaps?

I told them that I found nothing new. The scholarly Lizard said, "I read loads of books here, but I never heard of such relics. Where did you find such information?". I thought about it, but in reality I was making some more lies. When I got an idea, I asked him. "Do you know who Bramans were?". He thought about it, but shook his head in the end. I continued, "It was a race that lived in antiquity. Humans waged a war against them, and won. Bramans no longer exist, but they were originally living here in the North".

He asked shocked, "I'm aware that Humans fought a war, before we made home here at Obsidian Mountains, but I wasn't aware how that other race was called. Where did you get that history?". I continued, "Partially from Voltars, and some from other sources. Unfortunately, there is nothing in those books that can help me locate them. I will have to search in a few other places". 

Jora said, "Maybe you are simply chasing something that never existed? This happened so many years ago". I came up with another lie. "Remember when Vanauts were digging for something? What if they were digging because of those relics?". This was such an absurd lie, I wouldn't believe it myself. They were obviously digging toward those cities, not looking for any relics that I just made up. 

But for some reason, they bought it without a second thought. The scholarly Lizard said, "That is entirely possible. Eterians might know about those relics too, and they are searching for them". Jora jumped in as well, "Do you need help locating those things? We can send a few group, if we have an approximate locations". I was stunned by their immediate change, and willingness to help. 'They really want to get their hands on those non existent relics' I thought.

I had no location for them to search, but I could make one up. I said, "I might have something in mind, but I'm not sure. If you don't mind sending a few people, then that is alright". He asked me for the location, quite excitedly I might add. I told them, "Don't get excited. Do not send too many people. For one, we don't want this to look suspicious. The other reason is, you might be wasting resources. I have a location in mind, but I'm not sure about it at all. Treat it as a guess".

They urged me to tell them the location, so I did. "I think the area where Dead Forest was, might have some clues about those relics. Again, send only a few people. If they find something, that will be great". Jora stood up while replying, "I will send a few people there to check the area. If you find anything else, be sure to share it with us". He then left, while I returned the books to the scholarly Lizards. I left Arangard soon after, and headed to Olrad.

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Have you ever considered, what is a Limit? Well, I have. I’ve seen people who were as strong, as wild animals. Those that were faster than the wind. Some that shined with intellect. Yet, what are the Limits of mankind’s strength, or intelligence? 

No one seems to know. We develop more and more, seemingly without an end. What if, someone was the smartest in the world? Would that suggest the Limit? What if, someone was the strongest in the world? Would that be the Limit? Would that make that someone, more than a Human? These are just questions, but what if I saw people reach their Limits? What if I know what happens, when you break the Limits? What if I were to tell you about it, would you believe me? 
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WARNING. THIS CHAPTER IS CRACK BECAUSE IT'S NEEDED TO FIX THE TRAP THE AUTHOR WROTE HIMSELF IN. PLEASE IGNORE ANY AND ALL PLOT HOLES FROM THIS POINT ON.

[I am ALIIIVE! again.] Onyx declared to the world as he padded himself without any limbs

"Welcome back buddy, we finished it without you." Hessian said as he stretched his limbs after hours of work.

It had been a few days since Hessian returned to Prisma Illya. Since then he's just been relaxing and fixing Onyx in his spare time. For some odd reason, Tiamat was fine with him not loving her back despite the fact that he was technically considered married to her. Also, he can summon Demonic beasts and Lahmu now apparently. On another note, he has a Primordial milf on speed dial now.

Ereshkigal disappeared along with the seventh singularity, but he could summon her again in the future. Hessian left Mash at Chaldea with Doctor Roman and Da Vinci since that was still her home. However he did fix her body before leaving. The Clocktower and other hidden magi organizations tried to jump in and take control of Chaldea, but being the apprentice of Zelretch and a True magician was a great enough deterrent to stop all that nonsense.

[Master Hessian, I detect the data of Heroic Spirits stored within me.] Onyx informed as he inspected his added features

"I made a copy of the data on the Heroic spirits we summoned. So if we summon them again, they should remember us." Indeed, he had asked Romani and Da vinci if he could get a copy of all the servants they summoned.

 "Now to deal with my first universe" he said as he got up. "But first to deal with a loose end." Hessian spoke to himself as he let the narrator speak.

The author had never watched past season one of Prisma Illya. Thus, just by being in this universe was a trap that the author had set for himself. So the only way he could possibly fix it was quickly turn Hessian into a crack fic protagonist.

"It's time to get weird" Hessian struck a pose in his dark room alone like an insane person.
∞

Within a universe directly parallel to the Prisma Illyaverse was that universe with all the bad guys and dying world or something. The author doesn't know so he's just winging it at this point.

*EXPLOSION*

Stepping out from the destroyed wall of the castle dungeon, the young magician looked down towards the Shirou Emiya of this universe as he prepared to give a speech. Unfortunately it came out as "Sup, wanna fuck shit up?" he asked?

Shirou Emiya only weakly nodded as he was still chained up.
∞

Kotomine Kirei was just manning his Mapo tofu stand despite the world being all doom and gloom. Until he heard the sound of a vehicle playing head beating music roll up on his stand. It seemed Shirou Emiya was also in the vehicle. However his attention was drawn to the driver who was wearing black shades. The driver looked at him and pulled down his shades

"Sup, were bout to make people suffer." he spoke

"Say no more!" The sadistic priest joined the party of three in the humvee as he received his own shades.
∞

"Hey, do you hear that?" Beatrice asked as Angelica opened her eyes to the sound of a thumping beat.

*CRASH* A yellow Humvee crashed through the wall, killing Beatrice. How? It's a magical Humvee.

Angelica Ainsworth narrowed her eyes as three people stepped out of the vehicle.
"Faker!" she nearly yelled as she noticed him in the group

"No time!" Hessian cut off the Hero of justice when he was about to reply, then pointed at the girl who was basically female Gilgamesh "Join us cuz your hot or prepare to get rekt!"

Angelica Ainsworth responded by opening hundreds of golden portals.
∞

"HUHEHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!"Julian Ainsworth laughed maniacally as he stood on top of his giant evil cube thing that kept spitting out shadow servants.

"DON'T YOU SEE!? EVERYTHING YOU TRY IS MEANINGLESS! EVEN A TRUE MAGICIAN CANNOT HOPE TO STOP ME FROM SAVING HUMANITY!" he shouted to the world

Hessian looked up at the giant cube that was apparently immune to magic or something in deep thought. His zanpakuto might be able to cut it, but he doesn't feel like testing it out. He let Shirou Emiya and Kotomine Kirei fight off the approaching shadow servants as he took out his phone.

*RING RING RING* "Hello?" he said as it picked up

"Aaaaah?" the voice responded

"Yah I need you, can you come here?" Hessian asked

"Aaaaah, aaaaaah"

"Alright, well hurry up and come over here." he said as Kirei drowned a bunch of shadow servants in tofu

"Aaaaaaah" Tiamat responded

"What do you mean you can't find them?" he asked as Shirou argued with Kirei since he also got hit by the tofu

"Aaaaah... aaaaahh"

"What do you mean there's only soup?" In the background, Shirou and Kirei started fighting eachother as the shadow servants watched

"Aaaaah"

"Well then get out of the soup aisle!" There was now a fight club being hosted by both Kirei and Shirou as they were the Announcers

"Aaaaah!"

"What do you mean there's more soup!?" Shadow servants began betting on fights

"Aaaaah!"

"Go into the next Aisle!" A fight broke out in the crowd as people suspected the shadow servant of throwing the match

"Aaaah."

"Where are you right now!?" It became chaos as all the shadow servants started killing eachother

"Aaaaaah!"

"What do you mean you're at soup!?" Shirou and Kirei were forced to join in on the chaos as attacks were also sent their way

"Aaaaaaaaahh"

"What store are you in!?" The shadow servants realized that they were supposed to be fighting the living people instead of eachother

"Aaaaaaaaah!"

"WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE!?"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Tiamat's voice was so loud through the phone that it completely killed off all the Shadow servants and broke the giant evil cube

A few days later, Tiamat and Hessian had make up sex.
∞

Within the Emiya residence, Illya was joined by Kuro and Miyu as they were having their daily moments of hijinks until a portal opened in the room.

"Wha?"

Hessian's head popped through with a smile
"HEY KIDS WANNA SEE A DEAD BODY!?"

"KYAAAAAAAAHHH!"

"AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

The only one who didn't scream was Kuro who was already used to the young magician's antics. Hessian ignored the screaming as he dropped down a body and disappeared.

Miyu stopped her screaming when she recognized the figure of her brother. "Onii-chan!!!"

"Hey Miyu" Shirou Emiya smiled wryly as he hugged his little sister

"What's going on? Why is Onii-chan hugging Miyu!?"

Illya had a weird day. Fortunately Hessian had saved the author from not knowing what the hell to do with this universe so he can forever ignore it now.

Hessian gets magic and does stuff in the multiverse.

What followed the heart-wrenching conversation with Lucy was nothing but absolute solitude. Lucy no longer called Lillian Grey, but she still sends her text messages. Messages about how she finished her work and heading back home an evening greeting, and a single goodnight to end the day. Lillian could sense the visible shift as no more calls she received like usual. It filled the author with worry, worries that hurt her head from thinking too deep. Along with the transformation in her personal lifestyle, going from busy trips to nothingness worn out Lillian and she resorted to sleeping all day, away from worrying or concerning herself with Lucy or Giselle.
The following day she slept till early afternoon and woke up with deadly starvation. There were still some more leftover takeouts freezing inside the fridge, but Lillian wished to prepare her own meal. She tried reaching out to Jenna for simple recipes and did not receive any response from her. It was quite weird that Jenna hasn't sent any message or dialed to her number. Lillian assumed that she might be busy with her private life, probably someone asked her out-
'That seems impossible. She rarely has a chance to go on a blind date, and even if someone asks her out, she ends up declining them due to work or disinterest.'
Lillian calls Jenna, but the number directed to the voice mail. Nothing was urgent, and Lillian chose to let her be while she thought of asking someone else for assistance.
Anna Devine appears to be the next candidate with reasonable cooking experience. Lillian thought of calling Edwin, but she is still mad on him for throwing her out of home, going behind his daughter's back to connect with her friend in scheming plots to blow her cover.
Naturally, Edwin was out of the list despite his skills and experience.
Lillian sent Anna a message, begging for a recipe that can make her feel at home and simple to prepare.
While waiting for a response, she went through the inbox to find Lucy's morning text and that she is on her way to the fitting session for an upcoming fashion show. Lillian read the messages multiple times, stared at it till her eyes became dry, but the thought of this girl and her love-struck Lillian emotionally.
Lucy's love was so significant that it tapped the unbreakable Lillian Grey. Her feelings passed through the cuts and cracks until it reached to the impenetrable soul and lightened it with its pristine fever.
She was the first girl who made an impression of potential interest other than Giselle.
Lillian wondered why the distance hurt more. It takes a second to fall in love, but the minute something steps in between, the gap gets defined, thus slowly working its best to keep two hearts separated.
Nevertheless, out of all the people she poorly dated, Lucy appears to be a tough choice.
A minute's isolation sent the lethargic author to reflect on her life and relationships. The sound of her mobile returned the troubled Lillian to real-time.
Response from Anna!
Anna - 12:50 PM
Since you are asking, it means you are on your day off. I wanted to take you out for lunch, but I'm stuck with more clients today- Alright! How about chicken? I know for sure you won't have any ingredients but get your ass out of your couch because I know the supermarket is nearby. Get chicken thighs, broccoli, some sweet potatoes, oil, salt & pepper, and- something you can laugh off, it is called Piri-Piri spice mix which is sold in packets so grab a couple of those bad boys as it gives you the spice, and garlic to enhance the flavors. Go, get these right now, and I will send the procedure in the next message. Call me if you have any doubts about purchasing these simple items, Ms. Grey!
**
Lillian obeyed, and wore a jacket to her in-home casuals and walked a few blocks to the nearby store and purchased as listed and on her shopping, she received the details on how to prepare the 'Piri-Piri chicken with mashed sweet potatoes and broccoli.'
Lillian followed the procedure, which doesn't look tedious. With minimal effort spent, she could cook the meat and the veggies in the oven and mash the potatoes once done before serving. Adding the garlic helped in bringing out the flavorings, and the hilarious Piri-Piri spice added the kick to her impassive taste buds. Eating outside food for a long time silenced the endurance to accept the spice. It hurt at first when she tasted burning from the oven, but after eating, the food swarmed her senses from the punching spicy. A few tears dropped in honor of fiery flavor.
Lillian texted back to Anna, thanking her for such an easy yet blazing recipe.
..
The rest of the day went quiet with reading reports that Jenna handed over during their briefing. Lillian spared some time to read the reviews, including the critiques that Jenna mentioned. She noted down some pointers from a few insightful remarks and ignored the obvious negative rants. Spending time to learn about the reader's opinions, and not get easily swayed to their emotions let Lillian enjoy the hobby of snooping for observations. Sometimes authors don't read the feedback while some notice it and can get influenced to the reader's perspective.
Writing from a writer's perspective differs slightly away from that of readers, and things can be harsh with making specific decisions to your favorite characters, plots, etc. Thus, not getting triggered to any remarks can let the writer maintain their originality and have their individual style.
Lillian had fun reading the reader's reviews and passed the time having amusement on her own.
As evening approached, Lillian entertained herself by watching TV. It worked as a nice distraction because when Anna called Lillian, it clicked a sharp nine on the clock. The naturally enclosed rooms never alarmed the setting sun or the arrival of the nighttime. Anna called in to check how the cooking went and did it fail or not. To her startled, Lillian bragged her successful attempt to fix her meal. They talked until late. Lillian ate the leftover lunch for dinner and drank beer while finishing the rest of the reports. When she went to bed late in the night, it was a sharp two in the early morning- such a long, exhausting day. Her eyes burned from concentrating on reading, and the already digested dinner made her greedy for a late-night snack.
A three days old cold wonton soup did not appeal to the starved eyes, but a minute's heat in the oven melted the frozen liquid and appeared warm to its customer.
Lillian went to bed after finishing the soup in haste.
Wednesday morning, Lillian received a call from the chief editor, Mr. Norman, reaching out to listen to her offer about the show to expose her identity to the world.
Lillian declines the offer with her rational explanation. The two discussed for a while before Lillian asked about Jenna, wondering what happened to her.
"Did you not know?" Norman seemed surprised by Lillian's lack of information.
Lillian sternly asked what was going on, and Norman told her the shocking news.
Their call ended a long time ago, and now, rushing out via the elevator, Lillian Grey persisted on calling Jenna until the editor chose to answer against the inconvenience.
"Ms. Grey?" she spoke.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Jenna?" Lillian raged as she signaled for a cab.
Jenna stayed quiet on the other end while perplexed from the sudden shouting.
"What is it, Ms. Grey? Did something happen-"
Lillian did not let her finish and now reduced her voice to a rough tone.
"Which hospital?" she demanded an answer.
Jenna's hands trembled from hearing it, and her drained eyes refilled the moisture again.
Lillian repeated her question with more stubbornness, and Jenna gave in to her command.

IMPORTANT NOTE: You are about to read an LGBT Novel. It is a beautiful love story of two women. 
Lillian Grey and Giselle.
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"Here's my message for you in case if you even care about, don't ever show yourself in front of me, ever again. 
Why?
Because I can't stop myself from loving you if I ever see you again. What you gave me is irreplaceable, I still have it in my heart. It didn't let me live my life in peace."
***
Lillian Grey and Giselle are two souls bonded by love yet, pulled apart by the external entities.
The two women meet years later, the subtle fire still tingling inside, allows them to reconcile but, the question to be asked is:
Will they accept it or not?
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Author's Note:
Greetings to all, welcome to the world of 'Get Back to You.'
Thank you for choosing my novel to read. 
A little bit about myself before I take you on this journey:
I'm a 25-year-old female who believes in her fiction world.
There are two things I love the most in this world:
Music and Stories.
Both are my best buddies, and without them, I won't be able to define myself.
So, I request you to listen to the stories I create and have fun reading them. 
Once again, thank you very much for choosing this novel. I hope you have a great time reading it. 
Lots of Love and Gratitudes.

'Get Back to You' is my first child. She came out of nowhere but made a strong impression on my life.
I have had story plots of various genres, but this one became the starting point for me.
'Get Back to You' is my First Novel as a writer. 
I strive to give you good content through my writing, and so, I will avoid mistakes at all costs. If, and only if you were to find any blunders, feel free to give me your views. 
Tell me your opinions and thoughts. Share your favorite moments through comments after reading each chapter.
Support me by voting, liking, and adding my novel to your library.
What else?
Just have fun reading the story. 
Why?
Because I want you to, that's why I created them in the first place.
My stories are not my fantasies but, something that I want people to listen, read, and feel. 
If I can move your emotions through my stories, then that's a victory to me. 'Get Back to You' is a project of mine where I want people to think 'Love is Love.'
I will work hard to achieve it.

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~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ B O N U S __ C H A P T E R ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Author: So, hey guys! Eugene Herrera here, or should I say "Kuhaku_Sora". Please forgive my 'weeb' pseudonym name. I was hurrying and unable to edit my—
Grey: WHY WOULDN'T YOU CONTINUE MY OWN STORY!!!!! I AM THE ORIGINAL!!!!!!!
Fleur: No offence but, the people loves me more than the both of you combined
Grey: You take that back, bastard
Author: Language, Grey.
Grey: YOU. STAY OUT OF IT.
Author: I made you!
Grey: THEN WHY AREN'T YOU WRITING THE PARASYTE STORY?!
Author: Well, I…uh..psst, Fleur, help me out…
Fleur: I thought that this'll be a bonus chapter of some sort?
Author: I supposed so. BUT GREY HERE DISRUPTED MY COMMENTRARIES 
Grey: BECAUSE. I. WAS. LEFT. OUT. AND THIS BITC—WOMAN RIGHT HERE TOOK ALL OF MY SPOTLIGHT!!!
Fleur: Because my story, FYI, IS FAR BETTER THAN YOURS.
Grey: Once we meet in your 'sophisticated plot' I swear to God I'll shoot you to death with the remaining bullets that I have
Fleur: Try me
Author: Hey Hey, quit it, the both of you! We're here for our dearest readers~
Grey: Easy for you to say >.< I've had 10 valuable readers that were LEFT FORGOTTEN because of you!
Author: Now now, Grey. Once I've completed this novel, I assure you that I'll finish what I've had started, in your case, the story. There, you'll meet your beloved wife, Fluer.
Fleur & Grey: WHAT?!
Author: Are you unaware that you're a pair of couples?
Fleur & Grey: NO!
Grey: Why would I be paired up with this old hag?!
Fleur: Why would I date this bratty kid?
Author: Because I said so…Stop pointing those guns at me = . =
Henry: Grey, I've got some…meat. Where are we?
Paul: Henry? Is that really you?
Henry: GRAMPS?!
Author: What a lovely grandfather and grandson duo~
Fleur: Yet you killed Pura 
Grey: And you killed my mum
Author: Hey, Grey. No spoiling
Grey: But you did
Author: Have I?
Grey: No…Not yet.
Author: Then I didn't.
Grey: …
Fleur: So, what's this all about?
Author: Come on, don't be shy. Thank the readers~ especially our two current fans, Miss Snowphira and Miss kannako_neko. KINDLY GIVE THEM A WARM OF APPLAUSE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN~
Fleur & Grey: *Claps*
Fleur: Thank you, my dear fans and readers for enjoying my adventurous story, written by this stupid…I mean, idiotic author himself. 
Author: ….
Author: I can read that, you know?
Grey: …. 
Grey: Please….read my story too… 'Parasyte'. I AM THE ORIGINAL CHARACTER, unlike this woman here.
Fleur: Blab la bla~
Author: that's it everyone for this short commercial break ^^. NOW, UNTO THE MAIN PLOT (which is also a subplot for the Dione's backstory.)
Grey: PLEASE PLEASE READ MY STORY~
Author: Y-YOU'RE…SQUEEZING ME, DUMB ARSE
Fleur: THANKS FOR READING, EVERYONE~
Author: Lastly, I have a confession to make. This story has a mind of its own. What I've written so far, from the…1, 2… 29 chapters (including this), are all automatically generated by my own hands, continuing the story on its own. I am just a medium, portraying the lives of the characters inside the novel. For an example, I didn't wish for Pura's death nor Fleur being bitten…I think, buuut in any case, I too am also interested where this novel can bring me. 
From the bottom of my heart, thank you guys and gals for giving this novel a chance to be read. 'Til then, I'll see you around! ^.^
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dione's Perspective—Previously from before~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Well, isn't it Grey Turner!" 
Rogh chuckles from his post and puts the ship into a halt. He then orders his men to rally the emergency boat stationed near the anchor of the ship, and attempts to save the 6 survivors stranded on the nearby coast. 
"Dione, please lead them right here" My father hands me a combat shotgun held from his arms. 
"Got it" Despite being a girl, Rogh and his men trusted my benevolent efforts, as I sprung hastily in the scene.
My combat prowess had been polished by numerous military individuals closed to my dad. Furthermore, I always seize any opportunity that I could muster, and thoroughly observe and replicate their movements. 
Swift yet calm, tranquil as the forest; I could never forget the words that were given to me by my master. I had yearn for growth and enhancement. Winning over countless competitions that involves martial arts, which greatly improved my body and added more money in our pockets.
I summersaulted my way towards the jiggling boat and headed straight towards Grey. The men left on the cruise were all armed with snipers and rifles, protecting my behind. No matter how skilled they may be, I alone wanted to save the greatest asset alive, which was Grey.   
With a loud *thug* the boat had finally stopped. I turn around and wave at the survivors, who were still pre-occupied from the swarm of zombies' battling against the onslaught of our heavy ammunition. I too started firing at the passing infected, as I hurriedly grabbed everyone in the miniature boat.
"Thank you"
"Save your thanks for later, Grey" 
The moment that the survivors had found their comfortable seats, I cursorily pumped up the engine and charged straight back from our humble abode, and eventually arrived at the foot of the cruise. 
The people above aided and lifted us up and quickly checked Grey's group for obvious marks inflected by the horde.
"ALL CLEAR!" the inspector assigned from the job announces.
Soon after, Rogh climbed down from his lofty chimney and welcomed the new group in our sail. It was followed by a massive roar of cheers to the success of my mission, as they lifted me up and hailed my name.
DIONE DIONE DIONE!
And thus ended the scene. 
"Everyone, we are pleased to meet you! I can't thank you enough for spending your precious time saving me and my people. My name is Grey Turner, the son of the great Scientist, Andrew Turner.
Here on my right are my two loyal maids, Quinn and Marionette
On my left are the soldiers who remained by our side, Henry Andres and Zack Minerva
And lastly, a girl named Annette Santos and her dog, Danny. 
We are here today not to cause a disturbance, but to seek a decisive cure in order to stop this god-forsaken virus. The path may be treacherous, but I will assure you that we will meet our goal. I have obtained the recipes needed to form a promising treatment, and now, shamefully I shall ask once more for your aid. Join me to achieve the freedom we have long lost deserve"
Vibrant roars coming from the people of this boat had zealously immersed the entire voyage, and not a single individual was seen dull nor displeased. Their merry heart lingered from each of their faces, and the aspiring ember of hope blazed like the warm sun. 
My father, seemingly moved from Grey's aspiring speech, salutes to the young kid, with bravery and confidence. His men did the same, as they all went and saluted to the genius teenager poised at the centre.
I ventured forth from the middle of the crowd and meet once more the world's greatest hope. 
"At your command, Grey Turner"
"Your first assignment will be stealing the valuable pendant from Wattson, Paula"
--------------------Back to Fleur's Perspective--------
"So, uhm, what is it that you've been wanting to talk about?"
I was mercilessly beaten 10 TIMES IN A ROW,
10 FUCKING TIMES,
By Dione herself in game called poker. 
I believe she had cheated on me since the very beginning of match, but I had never found any leads from her doing it.
Let's leave it like that, shall we?
"R-Right. I've been wanting to ask this" She hesitantly points out my pendant wrapped around my neck. It was the necklace entrusted to me by Pura before she had died. 
"This? It's a peculiar pendant given by a friend of mine" My face began to ease as I reminisce the times I've spent with Pura. 
"Clinton?"
"No. Her name is Paula. Paula Wattson"
Dione's eyes widened upon hearing her name. Her hands began to tremble, and her usual giddy expression melded with the gloomy shadows enveloped from the faint light.
"P-Paula…Wattson?"
"Yeah…hmm, do you know here?" 
She maintains her shocking appearance, still agape from the matter.
It was nearly impossible that the two had met behind my back, for all my life I have been together with Paula. Amidst from the conversation, Dione suddenly shrugs off her bewildered expression and maintained once again her previous smile.
"No. I was just amazed how lovely her name is"
She said and stood up, fixing her things.
"I, uh… I'm a bit tired. I'll be heading off to my room and…yeah, we should get some sleep, Fleur~"
"O-Okay. Good night!" 
She calmly walks her way toward the exit door and gently shuts it from behind. 
It was quite unusual for her to be this sleepy after a winning game, but I was left with no other choice but to hit the sacks and end the day.
The next morning came, and the same routine had greeted my face. The same old ceiling, the usual breeze released from the air conditioner hang on the wall; it was quite leisure to be in an enormous cruise living the life I've never had. I tucked myself out from bed and began fixing my hair in my restroom.
"Uh, did I misplaced my necklace or what?"
I stumbled upon my naked neck, with nothing attached to it. The snowflake-like necklace was nowhere to be seen. Since the time I've received the necklace from Pura, I've never placed nor left it behind, and worn it every day; even when I sleep.
--------------Dione's Perspective------
"I've gotten what you've asked for"
"Very well done"
A man in his obsidian cape slowly walked towards my direction. We were currently in a rendezvous to an isolated hallway far from the sleeping residents.
"Did you killed the girl?"
"No, not yet.
"You are meant to kill if needed—"
"It wasn't required"
"Hmm"
He pulls out his cape and reveals his face, as he closely draws his face nearest to my ear.
"Thank you"
A sharp combat knife pierces my abdomen, impaling my inner organs. Due the pain accumulated from the edges of the blade, I fell down on my knees, cowering in fright.
"AAAA"
Warm scarlet blood came flowing on the dirty-white floors of the hallway. The pain inflicted was enough to put me down, quivering like a worm. I had to pick myself up, however my damaged body refuses my command.
The man in question abruptly kicks my side, three times for good measure. The beaming ache traverse around the injured site, as I unintentionally groan from each of his strike.
With a grin on his face, he started to laugh, mocking my entire petty self. 
"I can't believe you've fallen in a paltry trick like that?" His voice began to change, and the man in front, whom I believed was Grey, was now an entire different person. 
Like a snake shedding its skin, he began peeling his mask beneath the surface of his head, and further disclosed his true identity.
"Impossible…Andrew…Turner?"
I gasp from the sudden revelation of the man infront of me. He wasn't residing inside Hong Kong, nor researching anything from the seams. He was here…
For the pendant that I've stolen.
"I believe you need ample amount of rest. Here, I've rented a room just for you"
He tosses me unto the nearby room and shut it from behind.
 
 

Yuki Fleur is a first-year college student, studying fine arts and design, in the country of New Zealand. Little did she expect that, by the time she had woken up, the world had turned into ruins from a certain virus-parasitic epidemic. Contagious, deadly, rabid, these are thoroughly described by none other than Wattson Claire and Turner Andrew, one of the few scientists who played a big part on the experiment produced, as bio-weapons for the modern-global war, from a secret organisation called ‘S.P.E.C.T.R.E.’ 

Bitten by a zombie, right across her hind, she was exiled from her own group due to her alarming risk for turning into one of them. Despite her ruptured flesh, she manages to swiftly avoid multiple obstacles, defying death itself, and fortunately survives and saved by Grey Turner, the son of Andrew, inside an abandon house. She then becomes immune from the parasitic fungi/virus inside her cells and overturned her twisted rabid state due to her abnormal cells. Will Fleur and Grey be able to produce a complex vaccine out from her DNA, or fail from the mutated monsters lurking in the shadows?


-PHOTOGRAPH BY @SNOWPHIRA

Holding the soul up to the air, Airow gently squeezed it, popping it open and releasing the soul essence of the man.  Saying a soft prayer, he watched as the light dissipated and faded away.
"If only I wasn't tainted," murmured Grey, sadly.  She had been overcome with fear that should she touch the soul, being tainted, she would be tempted to absorb the essence, instead of releasing it.
"You shall be free of taint again."
"I wouldn't mind absorbing it," said Guit, wiping the drool from his chin.
Frowning, Airow said, "And that is why you are a demon, still."
"I am a demon, and you are an angel.  We are different.  Shall we fight over it?" asked Guit.
"No," said Grey.  "We have a truce for now.  These shades are stealing souls from the people.  We need to stop them."
"Especially if they are giving the souls to the elder demon," said Argen.
"Why was it eating the body?" asked Airow, looking down on the remains, sadly.
"They need to eat something, if the elder demon isn't letting them eat the souls.  Humans contain spirits when they die.  It's harder for some demons to wait for the spirits to leave the body, than others," explained Guit, sniffing at the remains.
"Rest, friend," said Airow, waving his hand and causing the body to fade into dust.  Several motes rose from the spot where the body had lain.  They resembled the soul, but were smaller, and while the soul was almost white, these were other colors.
Guit caught his breath in his throat, as he watched them raise up a ways, then float off in different directions.
"I've never seen some of those colors, before," he whispered, in awe.
"That's because you aren't a full demon yet, the spirits formed from good virtues can't be seen by demons," explained Argen, watching the spirits float away.
"What happens to these spirits?" asked Grey.
"Demons hunt them and eat them.  They don't give as much power increase as a soul does, but in hell, where there isn't much to eat, they'll keep you alive," said Guit.  "But if demons can't see the virtue spirits, they don't get eaten, I guess."
"They will eventually become young angels," said Argen.  "Angels don't eat spirits.  That would make them fall."
"Does that mean sin spirits will eventually become demons?" asked Grey.
"I don't know, they don't normally last long enough to find out," said Guit.  
Sure enough, as they watched the spirits, they faded from view, as they went to where ever they were destined to go.
"That must be another reason angels are discouraged from staying down here so long, we learn all sorts of new things," said Grey.
"We need to deal with these shades, but if we try to hunt them during the day, the people will see us.  They fear the angels enough, without them seeing us attacking demons within the city.  I believe we should wait until dark to hunt them without fear of being spotted by the people."
"That's a good idea, Airow.  Let's go back to the inn and rest up in preparation for the hunt tonight," said Grey, turning to leave.
"Why are we hunting these things again?" asked Guit.
"So, the elder demon doesn't get stronger before we are ready to fight it," said Airow.
"That's a good reason."
They headed back to the inn, having to step over the people who had settled down to sleep off the food coma's they found themselves in, in the middle of the roads.  As much as it pleased Grey to see the starving people finally fed, she felt sick about where they got the food.  As she walked, she thought about that more and more, so much so, that when they got back to the inn, which was empty at the moment, she took a seat at a table in the back and the others joined her.
"Where do you think the elder demon got all of that food?" she asked.
"Probably from the surrounding villages," said Airow.
"We've already established that was what he was doing," said Guit, taking his mug of ale from Bob gleefully, as he brought over four mugs for them.
"Have an interesting day?" asked Bob.
"I'm sure you already know the answer to that," said Airow, taking his and sniffing it, to find that it was actually plain water.
"I was wondering how you took to Juggler?" he asked.
"Juggler?" asked Grey.  "Do you mean that the elder demon is called Juggler?"
"He is," said Bob with a chuckle.  "Some say that he is really good at juggling a lot of things, all at once."
"Why do I not feel as if you are talking about balls?" asked Grey, taking a sip of her mug.  It was juice of some kind, not ale.
"Because I'm not.  Be sure that whatever steps you plan to take, don't bounce back to hit you later," said Bob, moving away to wipe down a table that looked clean.
"If we head out to hunt these shades tonight, as one group, it will be easy for Juggler to know where we are.  He will sense the demons dying and send someone to stop us," said Argen, drinking from his mug, then wiping the foam off his face with a napkin.
"Then we'll have to split up," said Grey.
"I will not allow you to hunt these things alone," said Airow.
"Fine, then we will split into two groups.  We'll move out just after dusk, once we can't be seen flying about, and meet up on Bob's roof before dawn.  Hopefully, it won't take that long, but we need to be back in before the sun rises and we are spotted."
Everyone agreed to her plan, and they headed up to their room to sleep until later in the day.
That night, as they prepared to head out, Grey realized, traveling with Airow was going to make hunting these things incredibly easy.  He could shoot them with his arrows, leaving her as nothing more than a tag along.  She felt better, once they started hunting them, when she realized she could see them in the shadows, easier than he could, despite his ability to sense evil.  With so many people in the city, his detect evil was having a harder time than normal.
Guit and Argen headed out, in the opposite direction, to compass the other side of the city, from the angels.  Guit didn't feel like a tag along, he had that role down pat.  In fact, Argen did most of the killing, using his shadow magic to form spikes that killed the demons quickly and silently, often before they even knew they were nearby.  By dawn, Argen was exhausted, and ready for bed.  Killing took so much effort.

Stasia(Grey), led a squadron of angelic warriors, until they came up against a demon battalion that was more than they bargained for.  She fell that day.  Events will transpire to make her doubt everything she knew.  With the aid of Airow, she has to fight to gain back what she has lost.  However, what they find may change everything.

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