this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
#IM

will be having a discord for art and general story stuff also will be making this into a graphic novel

She was Gong Li, a famous animator who would be called the Dawn of Chinese Animation in the future!
Some years later, she would launch a movement to reject making comics in a capital-run and studio-run environment. The campaign would return the copyright to the comic artists, and give aesthetics to comic lovers. The campaign was huge and won the support of comic lovers all over the world.
The movement was quite successful and influential.
The same year, countless excellent comic artists emerged in China, and the stagnant comic book industry ushered in a rebirth. That year was also called the first year of Chinese comics.
When Gong Li hung up the phone, she was still a little confused. Did Shen Xi just use reverse psychology on her?
However, even if it was reverse psychology, she was still happy.
The little beauty's art style simply ticked all the boxes. She was just too good!
After Shen Xi talked to Gong Li, she called Yuan Yu. "Brother, I found a comic artist called Gong Li. She'll report to the company tomorrow."
Then, she briefly talked to him about the requirements needed to be the largest online comic platform in China, and give comic artists a free and equal creative environment.
In the comic industry, there would be a lot on the plate once the comic started to take off. There was publishing, games, animation, film and television, and even spin-offs. The benefits were plenty of benefits.
Yuan Yu had a headache. "Are you planning to monopolize all the entertainment industries?"
Shen Xi said, "You can leave Gong Li to her own devices. Let her do whatever she wants, and give her anything she wants too. You don't have to worry about anything else."
Yuan Yu. "You just met her. Why do you trust her so much?"
Shen Xi smiled. "If you use a person, don't suspect them."
Yuan Yu treated her as a treasure. With his position as a major shareholder, he listened to her. What else could he do? "Okay, I'll take care of it. You can rest assured!"
"Brother, do you remember that I told you about this person called Yu Yuanxi in my school? I might bring him to the company in the near future. It's for that movie that I mentioned before."
"Don't rush. The audition for the film's lead role is next month!"
"Thank you."
"I'm your brother. Stop being so courteous with me."
Shen Xi hung up the phone, got off the bus, and returned home. The first thing she did was run and climb the wall.
A thick layer of snow had fallen in the big boss's yard. The plum blossoms were already about to bloom, and the smell had gotten stronger.
The door to the living room was closed and the gate was locked.
He was not at home.
Shen Xi ran down and put down her schoolbag, and began to roll snowballs in the yard.
The snow had not stopped and continued to fall all afternoon, but it did not reach her calf. She soon rolled a big, round snowball.
There were no professional snow carving tools at home, so she took her art knives and scrapers.
Even without looking at the drawing, she just had to close her eyes to see what he looked like in front of her.
Shen Xi's hands were deft and dexterous like the hands of God, flying and carving. In less than an hour, the work was completed.
The 'Li Yuan' in front of her did not have the cold and icy appearance of the past. Even if he smiled, it was fleeting and hard to capture.
The man's features were delicate and three-dimensional. When he smiled, it was devastatingly attractive, and whoever saw it was bound to feel happy.
Shen Xi squatted in front of 'him', holding her chin to admire her masterpiece and smiling like a little fool. No one knew what went in her mind, but her small hand patted 'his' head as she mumbled to herself, "See, I told you that you look much better when you smile."


In her past life, Shen Xi always longed for love and validation from her parents, members of the wealthy Su family. Unfortunately, the attention that she yearned for was stolen by the family’s fake heiress – her elder sister, Su Ruowan. 
As a result of Su Ruowan’s evil plans, Shen Xi was crippled, disfigured and eventually died of leukemia. However, in a surprising turn of events, Shen Xi was reborn. Returned to the time when she was a seventeen-year-old teenager, she’ll set things right and get her revenge against the Su family. 


After Wang Lu signed his pen name signature, that Earth Immortal immediately showed off that jade piece to his companions. "Hahaha, I got his signature!"
He then ran back and said, "Please make sure you finish this fantastic Starting from Scratch novel!"
"Em, now I am a little bit…"
"It's okay, we understand that you need to take a break after working continuously for so long. Nevertheless, we would always look forward to it!"
Wang Lu held that jade piece in his hand and watched him go away.

At the same time, he also vaguely felt that a fanatical belief was building up outside this rostrum… Wang Lu was the founder of the Wisdom Sect, so he was very clear that this was the legendary power of belief. The problem was… where did this power of belief come from?
His status as the founder of the Wisdom Sect had gradually faded away and the power of belief was not very important to him… then this force that was not coming in, did it come from the readers of his novel? He had been writing the novel for many years in the fighting arena and not only it resulted in the delaying of time, but it also gathered many fans? This was an unexpected surprise, but the most important thing right now was not this.
Wang Lu frowned and noticed the unusual atmosphere there. "Tsk, no wonder I feel that something is wrong, how could you still be here? With your patience, you couldn't possibly have the patience to wait for me to write a novel for many years right? How long has it been?"
Wang Wu showed the pained expression of being doubted by the closest relative. "A month."
"Tsk, just a month? It doesn't fully reflect my persistence and tenacity. I feel like I have been there for five or six years. But, from another perspective, I have achieved five or six years of cultivation in one month, it is indeed a blessing in disguise."
"Hey, it sounds like you are quite confident about your cultivation. After these five or six years of cultivation, how long is your 'dagger'?"
"..." Being maliciously mocked, Wang Lu narrowed his eyes and was ready to start a fierce counterattack. Speaking of which, it was actually quite a while since the last time this pair of Master and disciple engaged in a fierce quarrel. Did this wretch think that after being distorted in time for five or six years, his skill in arguing and cursing had been neglected?
However, before Wang Lu could open his mouth, Xuan Mo had coldly interrupted, "Have you guys done with the gossip? Is there any performance after this? If not, this farce could end right?"
Wang Lu quickly said, "Of course not, the performance list has been handed over to you, there's still another one called group of comic monologues. Please be patience."
"... Then hurry up!"
Wang Lu immediately made a gesture and called the last group to appear. Speaking of which, this group of people had actually gone through a hardship. Because Wang Lu was not sure how long his calligraphy copying performance could be delayed. If he was lucky, he could delay it for a year and a half, if not he would be stopped by the Earth Immortals not long after he started. Thus, the next group of people must stay alert from the start at the backstage.
Although the backstage lounge was spacious, the hardships of living in a closed space for a month were also conceivable. After they came on stage, they all looked distressed, as they had suffered constipation for many years. Fortunately, they were at least dressed in accordance with Wang Lu's requirements.
A simple monochrome long garment, with a seemingly insincere grin, was the look of the performers of this group of comic monologues. When they walked from the backstage to the stage, there was a great outcry on the outside. Many people suspected that this was Spirit Sword Sect trying to perform the art of driving the corpse, a folk art of the Blue River Region.
If there was anything worth mentioning about this group of comic monologues performers was that, there were many of them.
One by one, the performers lined up and entered the arena. Just the entrance alone took them the time to eat a meal to complete it. In the end, there were around six to seven hundred performers who stood on the stage. As long as there was ten percent of them whispering, there would be a lot of noise on the stage, and outsiders would only hear a chaos that they did not understand. Although the performance listed was said to be group of comic monologues, who had ever heard of a group of comic monologues of six or seven hundred people?
"Hey, little Lei, have you ever heard of group of comic monologues?"
The Earth Immortal called little Lei smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Xuan Mo, I've heard about it, but it was when I was still an ordinary mortal. At that time, I was occasionally interested in it. If you ask me more details about it, I could not say much. I have listened to many group of comic monologues, but most only consisted of around three to five people, so the scale of this one is simply unheard of. Perhaps after sixteen thousand years, there have been great innovations in the art form."
Upon hearing this, Xuan Mo immediately made her judgment. She thought, what nonsense art innovation, this is bound to be a new machination of that kid Wang Lu!
Thinking to this, Xuan Mo was startled: is Wang Lu already considered my time warp means such that he arranged such a performance? Although ninety-nine percent of these six to seven hundred people were ordinary mortals, most of them even lacked the strength to kill a chicken, the number of people was so large that it was impossible for her time warp to work at all. Therefore, no matter what tricks the other party would play, it would be impossible for her to do anything about it.
While she was still at a loss, the performance officially began.
"Hello everyone, today we will perform a piece of group of comic monologues for you all."
From among the six to seven hundred people, an old man in the middle said in a trembling voice. He had grey hair and an emaciated body. His thin figure was very much in contrast with his protruding joints. It was unknown whether this was because of the strength of his character as an artist performer, or simply because of the growth of his bone.
However, it was obvious that the old man had a lot of prestige among the actors. A moment after he spoke, someone from the side came forward and said with a smile, "The theme of the group of comic monologues is New Year's greetings."
Then another man came forward and said with the same smile, "The so-called new year's greeting is our long-standing cultural tradition in Nine Regions."
… And then, one by one, the actors of the group of comic monologues quickly explained the origins and developments of the tradition of new year's greetings. Some audience who were not aware of the ins and outs felt like they understood but actually not. They vaguely felt that they had learned something, but there were more who were baffled.
Xuan Mo asked in a low voice to the one named little Lei, "Is group of comic monologues really like this?"
Little Lei said, "It's totally not. The group of comic monologues that I'd heard was basically a few actors amusing each other. Sometimes they also sang a few lines. This kind of explanatory lines… perhaps there were, but they weren't deliberately divided into sentences and a different person saying a different sentence like this."
"Just now we explained to everyone what is new year's greetings, but why do we need to explain it?"
Hearing this, Little Lei immediately said to Xuan Mo, "Sister Xuan Mo, listen, they are going to explain it."
As a result, when just as Xuan Mo turned her gaze to look, the speaker had changed to another person.
"Because if you don't understand this thing, it's easy to make things into jokes."
Then another person turned his head. "What do you mean?"
The other person immediately picked up, "For example. I know a person, named Zhang San. He didn't know what new year's greetings is. As a result, he made things wrong."
There was another person from behind who immediately asked, "What did Zhang San make wrong?"
A new person came forward and said, "One day, this Zhang San went out to visit a relative…"
Next, more than one hundred people completed the story of Zhang San in the form of a dialogue. The gist of the story was that when Zhang San spoke the wrong words during his visit to his relative, everyone laughed at him. Then an Elder came forward to point out Zhang San's mistake and educated him to seriously study the excellent traditional culture and become a useful person for the country and society. Ashamed, Zhang San excitedly said that he would follow the instructions of his Elder.
In the course of the story narration, Xuan Mo's whole body was in discomfort. This chain narration, as well as their stiff smile… it was as if there was an invisible will that moved these six to seven hundred people like puppets.
This feeling made her hair stood on end. Let alone laugh, Xuan Mo felt that it was like the wind from the ninth hell was blowing toward her, which froze both her primordial spirit and physical body.
After staying silent for a long time, she asked, "Little Lei, what do you think about this performance? Is it because I just can't catch the funny part?"
Little Lei considered it first and then said, "I always feel that this story should not be for entertainment purpose."
"Then can you explain what happens to those two?"
Xuan Mo stretched her finger and pointed to the side where she saw Wang Lu and Wang Wu were unscrupulously rolling on the ground laughing out horrible waves of laughter.
The two people had been laughing all this time, so much that they even tear up. Hearing the chain narration on the stage and then hearing the heartfelt laughter of the two, Xuan Mo had to start wondering that there was something wrong with herself that she could not laugh out like them.
"I…" Little Lei was tongue-tied. He wanted to say that the brains of the two were wired differently than the average person, so it wasn't unusual for them to behave differently. However, listening to their exaggerated laughter, he wasn't able to say it.
"I don't quite understand."
Other than Little Lei, the other Earth Immortals did not understand either.
What was so funny about the story just now? Was it true that the art form of the later generations had evolved to the extent that they were unable to appreciate the art anymore? Was there anything in that story narration that only the later generations could understand?
But then again, except for the two of them, Supreme He Tu, Red-robed Old Ancient and the others were also sitting upright and still, not showing even half a smile.
Where was the problem then?
In the midst of the confusion, these comedic performers had begun to carry out a deeper analysis of the previous story. From the analysis of why young people did not know the fine traditional culture, they quickly talked about the attitude toward foreign cultures.

It was quite nauseating for the audience to hear. Finally, they felt relieved when they found out from the dialogue that this six to seven hundred people performance was about to finish.
As a matter of fact, they had to finish it. From the beginning of the performance to now, each of the six to seven hundred actors had at least spoke once for a total show of an hour. Some of the old performers were almost unable to stand up. They had to be supported by two people at the same time to stand up still.
Xuan Mo turned her head and looked at Wang Lu, unexpectedly he did not delay time in this program...
But then she saw that as the people on the stage began to exit in an orderly fashion, from the other side, another group of plain-dressed people came to the stage, smiling and waving to the audience.
The hell! There are actually substitutes!


In the year 4223, the Spirit Sword Sect was established in the Nine Regions. For thousands of years, it has always been committed to producing first class talented immortal cultivators.

Nowadays, it is among the five great sects within the Union of Ten Thousand Immortals. The sect leader, Daoist Master Feng Yin, is one of the seven great elders of the Union Of Ten Thousand Immortals; his cultivation shocked the world. 

Spirit Sword Sect adhered to subjects of peace and development. The sect’s core values are seeking the truth, seeking the good, and seeking the loyalty. To further expand the power of the sect and to add fresh blood, all elites and geniuses are invited to attend the Immortal Gathering.

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Release Rate: 5 Chapters/Week; will be released on Mon, Wed, Fri and Weekend; 

Tyler asked Hazel a bunch of basic questions about those paintings. How many were there? Were the styles and subjects all roughly the same? Was her real name attached to the Etsy store?
He ended up coming to the same conclusion she had. It was almost as if someone had purposely bought all of her paintings despite their differences simply because they were hers. Which made absolutely no sense.
What rich person would waste so much money on a no-name artist over the course of five years? What on earth had gone through their head? 
When everyone else joined them in the back room for the catered lunch, Tyler asked for a second opinion because he was as stumped as Hazel was. They were all baffled too. 
Heather was the only other artist present but she knew almost nothing about the professional art world because she had taught herself how to draw with the goal of becoming a comic artist. She had created her own comics before and submitted them on fan-run sites. That was how Xander found her. 
Eva was the most concerned. "Hazel, if I didn't know any better I would say someone is stalking you. Are you positive your name wasn't affiliated with it at all?"
"Well my signature is in the bottom right corner of each piece but you can't really read it," she admitted. 
This discussion was making her feel worse. As far as she was aware, there was only one person who had ever stalked her and that was the private investigator Will hired to find her. But he said that had been only a couple of years ago. Those paintings had started selling long before then. 
Buying up all of her paintings simply because they were hers did sound like something Will would do…but that raised a few questions. Like how he had known the paintings were hers in the first place. Or had enough money to buy them all before making it big. 
Hazel didn't want to believe he had lied to her but who else would possibly buy every single one of her paintings? It was also suspicious that the gallery was in the same city he worked in. 
Will said he had made some sound investments with the money his mentor left him. Had Gallery 47 been one of them?
When did his mentor die anyway? He never clarified that. If he had the money way back then, why wouldn't he have tried to find her sooner? If he really was the owner of all those paintings, everything he told her about meeting her again hadn't been true. There were too many holes in the story that way. 
"I think you're all overreacting," Xander said matter-of-factly. "Think about it. There are so many people who collect things in the world. Some people collect old books or figurines. If somebody liked Hazel's early art enough wouldn't it make sense they would want the whole set?"
He had a point too. People could be weirdly OCD about certain things. Hazel would rather believe some random person with money to burn had taken a liking to her paintings than suspect the man she loved of having some ulterior motive. 
Will loved her. That was the one thing in this world she knew without a shadow of a doubt. Did any inconsistency about his past really matter now that they were together again? 
The conversation was dropped because it was nearly time for the panel to start. Everyone followed Paulina and Tracy into the room where the long table was set up with all of their name cards. 
Hazel sat down between Eva and Heather behind the name card that read "Hazel Sheffield aka lilmisstopaz" with "artist, Accidental Princess" underneath it in smaller letters. People were already filing into the room and sitting down, chatting among themselves or staring at the people sitting at the panelists' table. 
Eva was soaking up all the attention and waving at people left and right. Heather seemed pretty jazzed too. Tyler on the other hand, on the far end of the table, looked like he was going to be sick. 
Her heart went out to him. She was battling with nerves too, having never done anything like this before. Even group presentations in college had never been in front of this many people. 
During lunch Will had texted her to wish her luck since she had told him what time the panel was this morning. She tried clinging to the fact that he was rooting for her from over two thousand miles away to calm herself. 
He believed in her. All she had to do was believe in herself and answer some simple questions. 
Paulina, the facilitator of the panel, began at 1:30 PM sharp welcoming everyone and thanking them for coming. She gave a plug for the site before introducing everyone. As expected. This was their way to trying to boost readership. 
"…today we have three groups of talented people here to talk about how an online novel gets turned into a comic. Please join me in welcoming the masterminds behind Accidental Princess, The Last Dragon, and Mr. Extra Ordinary!" Paulina finished. 
Applause and catcalls filled the room and Hazel was already overwhelmed. These people were cheering for her, at least partially. Unbelievable. 
The authors started off with how they had chosen their artists. Elise went first, getting a few laughs when she admitted that she totally panicked with too many choices and her cousin had to bail her out. She was certain to clarify that once she saw samples of Tyler's work that she had fallen in love with his art style and thought it was perfect for her novel. 
Xander told everyone how he had scouted Heather from an original comic she was working on with sporadic updates. A few people in the room had actually read that comic and cheered when it was mentioned. 
When Eva was up, she talked about finding Hazel's fan art commission long before her novel was slated to become a comic and instantly thinking it would express her characters perfectly. Two people in the audience cheered at that. 
Hazel was astounded. Did they follow her blog? Had they commissioned fan art from her in the past? This was surreal.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

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Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

hi everyone. i have decided that im going to quit writing this stoey as a novel and improve my art skill to make it into a comic. i apologize if this is annoying but i truly want to make this as good as possible. im truly a better artist than writer so my decision is for the best. it may take a few years untill im satisfied with my art style so please be patient and wait a few year. i will return with this story as a comic i promise you all that. farewell, i wish you love and happiness.

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updated every Saturday 




Brook finds herself lost with no mother, no father and no brother after a tragic car accident. Brook is sent to live with her aunt Denise for the time being till she turns 18.
on her birthday Brook is given a beautiful necklace that gave her a wish... a friend. this friend was the creature that lived as the moon spirit. the two go through hardships and troubled times and end up thinking more of each other than just friends... 
see what happens as the story progresses and see what will become of Brook and Beast!
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Luckily, Luna was right. The old boss was slightly dissatisfied about Lanni involving the police. However, Lanni had retrieved and submitted more evidence aside from the recording. Since there was sufficient irrefutable proof, the man would be given the death penalty, so he didn't have much to complain about. 
Hence, he had Flynn send Xia Hanchen back to B City. 
The man and his daughters were so happy to reunite that they spent a whole week celebrating. 
Madam Jiang decided to remain silent about Lanni's alias. If everyone found out that it was a fake identity, she would handle the matter. If no one bothered about it, it would be the best outcome. 
A few weeks later, on 19th December,Xing Han was sentenced to death while all his accomplices—including Old Master Feng and Feng Ci—were sentenced to 20 years in prison. 
__
20th December. 
Lanni called Xiehan over to have a few drinks together. 
"I've gotten quite used to this apartment. I don't know whether or not I should go back home." She sighed, massaging a glass of red wine in her hand. 
"You can stay if you want to, you know." He ran his thumb against her cheek. "It's all up to you. You can occasionally pay aunty a visit or go home for dinner a few times every week, but stay here for the most part." 
"It's actually nice to be in my own apartment." She smiled. "But I can't help feeling that something is missing." 
Xiehan thought about it for a moment. "You had been acting as someone else for such a long time. Perhaps you're still finding it hard to revert back to your true self." 
She couldn't deny that, especially since for some reason, she had not dyed her hair back to black. She preferred the ashen blonde look even though she looked prettier with her original color. 
Xiehan could pretty much make a guess but to avoid making her feel pressured, he remained silent about it to let her figure it out on her own. 
When Lanni gave Li Yuming a call and told her about her decision to remain in her apartment, the latter had nothing against her decision and insisted on sending over a team of bodyguards. Since it was for her own safety, Lanni didn't reject them. She hung up the call after making some small talk with her mother for a while. 
"I feel like she's becoming easier to converse with lately." She said through a chuckle as she connected her phone to the charging cable. 
Xiehan raised an eyebrow at her. "Perhaps she's just starting to accept the fact that her baby is all grown up and can make her own decisions." 
Lanni slotted herself next to him with a laugh. "Now that you mention that. Why is it usually hard for mothers to accept that their daughters are growing up?" 
Xiehan scratched his chin when he recalled how his sister had been pampered even when she was an adult. If she made a mistake, their parents would say something about her being young and not knowing what she was doing. It had taken a rude awakening to make them know that they were responsible for ruining her life by indulging her too much. On the other hand, it had been different for him. He had been expected to be excellent, mature and flawless since he was a little boy. He had barely been allowed to be like other kids. Even the friends he hung out with had to be from families his parents considered 'good enough'. "It's different for sons, I guess." 
Lanni frowned. She knew about his childhood, so she was aware that if Xiehan's aunt didn't take him away, his parents might have just brought him up into a robot. "If I ever have a child, whether it's a son or a daughter, I'll let him enjoy his childhood. I mean, everyone wants his child to be the best, but we can't just force them to live the kind of life they don't want." 
He pulled her into his embrace with a smile. "You would make an excellent mother. Why don't we talk about making some?" 
"You hooligan! I didn't say I wanted kids!" She wriggled out of his embrace and fled to the kitchen. Discussing such a topic with a man was dangerous!" 
The man laughed at how scared she looked. Of course, he was just teasing her. 
_ 
Meanwhile. 
With Jiang Xingyu's help, Moonlight Studios had successfully entered the software industry. 
They had successfully hired several comic artists, most of whom were from Star Art International. Hence, the first application—XiaYu Comics—had been released. Within just a few days, the app had tens of thousands of downloads, thousands of positive reviews and from the looks of things, it wouldn't be long before they regained the funds they had used in creation and marketing and started earning profit. 
Luna cheerfully read through the statistics. "As expected, your comic is such a hit!" She chirped. 
They had used the first page and synopsis of Cheng Yu's comic to market the app and it drew in new users like a vortex! 
Cheng Yu was flattered. "Luna, you are exaggerating. The app is already so great that no matter what comic was used, it would still gain millions of new users." 
Luna had a pleased smile on her face as she took up her Ipad to continue reading the comic. It was not just because Cheng Yu was her friend that she was reading it. The comic, "Falling in love with a heartless devil", was so addictive that she could barely put her Ipad down. The concept of the story was original and the art was perfect. It was currently the most popular comic on the app with readers always bugging her for the next update. 
Talking of the next update, Cheng Yu yawned and stretched her limbs. "I'll go and take a nap now. When I wake up, I'll start drawing the next episode." 
"Go ahead." Luna smiled. Finally, they both had a source of income. It had jist happened at the right time since Cheng Yu's training period at Star Art International was drawing to a close. The girl would have more time to focus on her comics and the studio. 


"Little troubleshooter, we meet again. If you are still thinking of trying to get away, you better give up that silly idea." Ji Xiehan said, pinning her against the wall.

 Li Lanni pushed her fists against his chest. "Is this how you say ‘Hi’ to all your interviewers, Mr. Ji?" 

"There is no interviewer and certainly no interviewee." The man grinned devilishly. "There is only a husband and a wife. My darling, how are you going to compensate for all the emotional damage you caused me by slipping away?" 

"What?" Heavens... just what had she gotten herself into? 

…..

 Her life almost came to an end because of a tragic accident but instead, she lost her memory. Who would have thought that just when she was starting to get used to her new life, she would get trapped in a whirlwind engagement? 

Out of all kinds of injustice fate could do to her, why did her fiancé have to be that white-haired pervert?! 

"You better not fall in love with me!" she snarled at the man grinning before her. 

Ji Xiehan's smile deepened. "Are you... kidding me? Why would I fall in love with you?" 

Li Lanni: "You better mark your words." 

The man grinned and helplessly shook his head, how could he fall in love with the woman he was already in love with? Taking up the challenge to crawl into her heart, Ji Xiehan promised himself to always treat her well and love her. 

(Warning: This book features mature content)



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Kelei stared at the computer screen, practically swooning as she studied the new art. Ever since it's release, she had proudly wielded the title of 'Number One Fan'. Sure, she hadn't officially 'discovered' the web comic, but she was the strongest backer on the PatronPower, she followed the newsletter, and shared links on every internet board she could locate. Who would deny she was the most invested in Twisted Tales' success?

At first she just loved the comic, with its dazzling reinterpretations of her favorite fairy tale characters. (And Hook, wow, what a hunk!) But the last year made her devotion more serious. The rapid updates, increased demand, and complex storyline drew her in, then the breathtaking characters caged her. 

It was more than just a passing fling!

As the fan base grew, Kelei knew she needed to maintain her strong position. She commissioned fan art with some of the characters, which were hanging above her computer. She even wrote fan fiction retelling her favorite scenes. Some day, she wanted to share them with the creator, Evan Nicholas. 

Hopefully, that day would come soon.

Kelei looked at her calendar, counting down the days to FanQuest. She had her flight booked, hotel and convention passes purchased. She was disappointed the artist didn't have a merchandise table, but was hopefully she could get an autograph after his panel. 

If Evan Nicholas knew what she went through to see him, surely he could give her a moment of his time? Who knows? Maybe he would want her to stick around? A girl could dream, right?

After rereading the comic for probably the hundredth time, Kelei pushed back from her computer and turned to look around her room. She had a studio apartment in one of the wealthier sections of the city, and it was immaculately kept. Large bed, fabulous closet, plenty of bookshelves for her favorite mangas and figurines. It was a little nerdy but, mature, suiting her age.

When she was younger, Kelei obsessed with magic girls. In her high school years, she buried her nose in steamy romance. Now she had refined taste for one comic in particular. It was a fairy tale, but one befitting her young adult status.

After graduating high school, Kelei suckered her parents into the current carefree life. No job, no college, just a computer, her dreams, and several credit cards to burn on her favorite web comic. She had several older brothers to carry on the family name and business, which left her, the darling daughter, to enjoy the little things in life. Oh, they occasionally tried to talk her into college, or looking toward a career, but they never fought her much. Her mother in particular encouraged her to travel and enjoy the world while she could. She went to Japan, Ireland, New York, Hawaii, and now she was finally going to FanQuest to meet her favorite artist ever!

Kelei looked down at her manicured nails, humming thoughtfully to herself. When she was younger, people assumed being pretty and wealthy obviously made her dumb. After all, that seemed fair. Why would the world give one person so many positive traits? Yet she always surprises them with her forceful intelligence. She was able to organize school committees, plan events, and now she wanted to use her skills toward something she cherished. Maybe she could get a business degree or a secretaries position, but she wanted more. She was patient, like a tigress pursuing things that mattered. It was time to make a move that could change her future.

Evan Nicholas, she was ready for you!

Rylee was a college student with her dreams spread out before her. She was engaged to her best friend, pursuing her passion for art, and couldn’t wait for the future. But everything came crashing down when he departed, leaving her heart and her wallet empty. 

Despite the pain of betrayal, she tried not to loose hope. Putting her plans on hold, she was forced to focus on a 9-5 work cycle, secretly wondering about the ambitions she shelved in the process. The occasional artist alley table was not enough to fulfill her longing to do what she loved, and importantly, to find REAL love.

Everything changes as she grows closer to an online friend. Late night role playing adventures turn into long conversations, and his encouragement spurs her to return to forgotten projects. Meanwhile, she meets a famous artist, who makes her want to give love another chance.

Could it be, this love story, would be hers this time?

Authors notes: Bi-weekly updates, original story, thank you for reading!

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