A autobiography of my life starting from my conversion to lich, till today

The book is about the sri nithyananda paramashivam and the autobiography of the avatar

Lola Dideolu has been obsessed with death for long. The best method to end it, the best location, the best time ... she has everything covered.

But when she gets detention on her birthday, the day she's decided to kill herself, Lola knows she must ditch school and say goodbye to a mother who hates her guts; a best friend who was never a friend; an obsessive ex who always has a trick up his sleeves; and a very dirty secret that must never be put out there.

Her plan seems foolproof, until Ayo her ex's twin brother ditches school too and won't leave her alone. With each hour they spend outside school, her walls crack. But isn't it too late to let her walls crumble?

Just an autobiography of some kind, recording my day to day life as a waitress in Singapore. 

Hi, I'm Mavislin and I am best known for my Youtube Channel, Mavislin AMV as well as being the author of 'The Arks', here on Webnovel! This book is just a daily collection of my everyday work and fun stuff.

The first memory that I have? It was my own birth, no I wasn't crying like most babies. I was calm and collected, and I didn't even know what those words mean, but that was just how I am. I knew I had a sister, but I came first, so I AM the oldest! hahahaha! My name is Proteos Kritikah by the way.

My sister's name is Lucine, the Princess of the Kritikah clan. She likes to act like she's more mature than me, but that's just because I'm older and she knows it. Anyway, when she came next, she cried for a bit, until she noticed that I wasn't crying. She immediately stopped, and she knew, oh yeah, she knew that she lost hehehehe!

Sadly that was only one of my few wins. For the next 6 months, we couldn't talk yet, so the both of us communicated via expressions and sounds. After her loss to me, we made a bet to see who can start talking first. I tried my best, but she beat me by 1 month! 1 MONTH!!! Are you kidding me! I had to suffer her gloating for 1 fucking month! Hmph! For a gentleman's revenge, 10 years is not too long. I got the upper hand though, I started reading first just before we turned 1 muahaha! of course, for a gentleman such as I, I only gave her a smirk. Revenge truly is sweet.

The next day, I was going to start my session of reading books out loud around her, but Damnit, she took my book and started reading! Uguu!!! I almost coughed out blood. I don't care what you think, that was still a win in my book, since I was the first one to show my reading skill. After that I knew I couldn't win against her anymore, so I started learning more about the world I live in. 

There are nine realms in the world, each separated by a veil. In the past there was no way to travel between the nine realms, that is until the Kuroma reached the level of supreme in magic. The highest 
state one can reach in one's class. Kuroma then spent years researching to create doorways between realms. I wondered how he knew that there were "realms" other than ours. I looked more into his biographies, which was countless, well okay just 15 books, not a lot. He did do an autobiography though, which was neat! why would he write his own autobiography? Best way to let people know his achievements, I guess. So I read the 15 biographies first, and I found something which I thought was weird, In those 15 books, all of them were missing a big part of his life! They were missing everything from the birth to his 60s, they all started at age 63, when he appeared during the coronation of my grandfather to present a gift. At the time he was only a Master Mage, whatever the gift was, none of the 15 books elaborated. I will have to ask father later. Kuroma accomplished great things for a decade and stayed in the spotlight, which is covered by the biographies, he then disappeared for 2 decades, before coming back with the creation of the "Doorway of Realms". He died few years ago at the age of 207, still quite young for his state as he could have lived for a millennium. Unsurprisingly it shocked all of the nine realms. Numerous experts and royal families from all nine realms came just for his funeral, some I have heard great things off of late. Now were here, about to read his autobiography, but mother is coming with my food. I will be back after I've read it.



Proteos Kritikah
Day 1 of writing practice

The journey of the twin offspring of the realms king.

***** Warning!!! Hobby?!  I will try to write 1 chapter every 2-3 days. Don't quote me on that... or you can idc. I'll accept any advise or criticism on the comments! thank you very much!*****

I am nervous about writing.
Wait, let me repeat that.
I am nervous about writing. Me, Marigold Alistair, writer extraordinaire, and New York Times best-selling author. I am actually nervous about writing. Colour me shocked.
But then this is different from what I'm generally used to. I'm a fiction writer, more into steamy romance novels, especially when vampires and werewolves are involved but I've never done something like this before. By 'this', I mean ghostwriting. And not regular old ghost-writing either, I'm meant to ghostwrite this rich guy's entire auto-biography so here I am, sitting pretty in the waiting room of his fancy executive floor.
Of course, I've done my research so I know Mr Santarossa is about sixty-three years old and has two children; a son and a daughter. His wife died two years ago (cancer) and he's an extremely private man so there isn't much to be said other than that. The fact that he's a private man just makes me wonder why he wants an autobiography written and published about his life.
What shocks me most is that he called my agent, Lucy, and requested me to ghostwrite his autobiography. Of course, Lucy told him that I don't do that and then he offered a huge amount of money just to have a meeting with me. I mean, some authors specialize in this sort of writing for a living. After this meeting, I will be free to choose whether or not I want to write for him. I'm currently building a house in California so I can move out of New York and I need all the money I can get… so here I am.
The phone rings and blonde secretary (why are they always blonde?) picks it up and tells me I can go in. I stand up and use my hands to smoothen out my yellow pencil skirt which I paired with a cute white shirt today. I have on a beautiful set of Agent Provocateur beneath and I feel goooooood. Well, except for the nerves that come with trying something new.
I strut in my white Marc Jacobs Proposal pumps and open the understated door. I say understated because the office behind the door is amazing. No huge glass or oak doors for this man. All the glass is inside the office instead. As per New York, there just has to be a huge glass wall to view the skyline. Most of the office is either glass or white, with the only colour in the room coming from the bold red chairs in front of the huge glass table and the same colour of sofas at a far corner of the office.
Sitting on said sofas are two men, Mr Santarossa who I can recognize from Google and probably the sexiest man I've ever seen outside of Playgirl. Perhaps even within Playgirl. My gaze stays on him for a few seconds as I appraise the way his muscles fill out his shirt and slacks. Yummy. 
But I'm here for something else so I smile wide and ignore the heat rising slowly in my body. Mr Santarosss is already standing up with a grin on his face to greet me and I walk over to where they are. He seems like a jolly man with his smile lines and rosy cheeks. His hair is surprisingly dark for his age, with only a few silver strands in it and his hairline is still intact. Must be the good Italian genes.
I'm a bit taken aback by his kindness and straightforwardness when he reaches me and kisses both cheeks but I catch myself and appreciate him for trying to make me comfortable.
"It is truly wonderful to meet you, Marigold," he booms cheerfully, "I must say that you are indeed as beautiful as they say you are."
His good mood is way too infectious and I place my hand on my chest in mock shock, "Who says that? It's very nice to meet you too, Mr Santarossa."
"Please, call me Adolfo," he turns around to face the younger man who's still sitting down, "Piero, when a beautiful woman walks into a room, you stand up to greet her properly. You know that."
Piero rolls his eyes slightly and starts to stan up. Adolfo turns back to me, "Please forgive my son's bad manners."
His son? For the first time, I take my attention away from Piero's sweet bod and look at his face properly. He's absolutely breath-taking with his high cheekbones, full lips and piercing dark eyes. His eyes are actually weird though; so black I can't see the difference between pupil and iris. But they're very cold and unwelcoming. His lips, though plump, are set in a small frown and I wonder what's crawled up and build an apartment in his ass. He strikes me as a bad-mannered and cocky man, the complete opposite of his father and I scowl before I can control it.
"See now," Adolfo huffed, "you went ahead and made a beautiful woman upset, Piero. You never upset a beautiful woman, you hear me?"
"Yes father," Piero said with another eye roll. Even his voice sounds bored and cocky, but why did it just ricochet straight to my clitoris? Weird.
Piero stretches his hand out to me for a shake and I take it, only to drop it almost immediately when I feel a small shock on my hand. Either he's the Tin Man or something I've only ever written about just came to pass. Double weird.
Turns out he felt it too because he looks at his hand strangely before looking up at me, "It's… nice to meet you, Marigold."
I don't trust myself to speak yet so I just nod my head.
"Introductions are over, let's sit down and talk," Adolfo says and helps me into a one-seater sofa while he and Piero settle on the three-seater they were on when I came in.
"As your agent must have told you, Marigold, I want to write my autobiography. I am no longer a young man, you know."
I feign shock again, "No way! I can swear you're not a day over thirty."
That earns a laugh from Adolfo, "You flatter me, Marigold but this is something I wish to do. I want to start from my earliest memory up until this meeting. I do not wish to stress you and you will be properly paid, but there is a catch."
I knew it sounded too good not to have a catch, "What is it?" I ask.
Adolfo's eyes turn sad, which is a bit daunting for such a happy man, "I have run this family's business since my father retired and sincerely, I'm tired. The thrill of the business left when my wife died and right now, all I want to do is go to Italy and spend the rest of my life basking in the good memories my wife and I shared."
Aww, I feel so sad for Adolfo. It mustn't be easy to lose a spouse and from the look on his face, they must have been very much in love. I look at Piero to gauge his reaction to this whole situation but his eyes are downcast and his face expressionless.
"Since my wife died," Adolfo continues, "I have been slowly passing the mantle of leadership to Piero here. Of course, he has been trained to do this since he was able to walk but I've been giving him hands-on training since his mother died."
He looks at Piero, who still has no expression on his face and turns back to me, "So the catch is this, to write this book, you will have to come to Italy with Piero and me after my official retirement. You will stay in our family villa and we will be able to talk every day. I will give you all the information required for my autobiography to be completed and your every need will be catered for."
This is a lot. I mean… Italy? Of course, who doesn't want to go to a sexy European country? It's not like I have anything here for me anyway. My parents and two siblings will be fine; I barely ever see them anyway. I have no boyfriend (sad at twenty-eight, I know) and the only person I'll truly miss is my best friend, Imelda. I could make new friends, get inspiration for other books and even maybe meet a nice man.
"How long will I be required to stay in Italy?" I ask.
Adolfo's face lights up at the possibility that I might agree, "As long as it will take to finish and edit the autobiography."
"Alright. I'll go. You can contact my agent for the legal and contractual details. Just let me know when to be ready." 
Piero's face whips up, "That easy?"
I look him dead in the eye and try not to flinch at the intensity of his gaze, "Yes, that easy, Piero. I don't like to dwell on decisions when I already know what I want."
"An admirable quality," Adolfo comments and Piero snorts. Rude.
I stand up and pick up my small bag to leave when I suddenly think of something.
"Actually, Adolfo, I have one request," he looks at me expectantly, "Can my friend, Imelda come? She's a fellow writer and it would be nice to have the company."
"I don't see why she can't come," Adolfo says.
"Awesome!" I beam, "thank you, Adolfo. Piero."
"See you soon, Marigold," he says as I walk out.
That wasn't Adolfo, that was Piero. Triple weird.

I'm to write his father's autobiography, right? That seems easy enough.
As long as I'm able to ignore the poignant chemistry, incessant throbbing between my legs and his father's obvious attempts at match-making, I should be fine, right?

And it should be easy to ignore the way his promises of tying me up and spanking me make me wet... right?

DEAD WRONG!!

Especially when he looks me dead in the eyes one day and asks me to carry his child. Of course, I say no. But it's for his Nana and I have nothing to lose... right?

Now after being a directioner my life was fully charged I just wanna keep talking about them or look at them I just wanna run to them but that time it wasn't possible. The biggest gift they gave to me was courage and strength to life and now I can live my life that is better than before I can live as directioner not as a teen. I can live for myself not for someone else they taught me many things and worst part was haters as usual I wish I could tell them It's ok to not to love them as we but it's not right to hate them like that. And worst of all is that Indian boys think they are six or bisexual actually i think boys here in India have some problem the one who look better than them are sixer or gay 😁😁😁😁 but that's true can't help them they are just hopeless. My grades were like usual but my mom's scolding wasn't usual i have some words like 1d spoiled you and all that stuff but have to listen can't help
My new class finally started 8th grade I made new friends they were good and I found a directioner too so happy about that she even gave me 1d's autobiography to read for a month and there comes my ex bff and a hater she was always like hate, hate them and hate them leave let her go let her say cause hating is their part time job so let them do it. I read it all the time and keep it with me like someone keeps gold i used to read it whenever I was free in school, at home everywhere and then the day came when I have to listen about the book I mean the scolding for keeping the book with me. And maybe you all got it, its my 8th grade teacher i don't think that reading worlds biggest boy band's autobiography is something wrong but they are boys at last and she saw it the first question she asked how many boyfriends do i have I wish to say 5 ( you know what i mean about 5) but i have to say no one and the best part of scolding was as she open the cover page she finds nothing but a black page again and again i wanted to shoot her and still want to do that never mind i'll forgive her. 
But i don't know why suddenly my grades were going down i can't blames lads cause they say us to study but my mom thinks its all because of them and i am still like wtf, plz give me a break. Finally i am in 9th tho but with bad grades.
               ~ 2016

The day before Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was to start the latest school year brought everyone's favorite mercenary janitor who was currently getting the Great Hall into shape. He moved back and forth while playing the theme from the 1966 Batman television show and humming a merry tune whilst dancing around. The mercenary gained some momentum when bobbing back and forth. He cracked his neck back, pumped the mop into the air, and swept it down across the ground. The mop splashed against the floor with Deadpool's actions continuing. He moved back with a wicked grin on his face.
"Da, da, da, mopping! Da, da, da, mopping! Da, da, da, mopping! Mopping! Mopping! Da, da, da, da, mopping!"
Deadpool swung around and waffled Argus Filch in the face when he came around the corner. Filch staggered back a few inches to feel the cleaning products burn into his face. Filch gargled a few seconds later when staggering back.
"What in the devil are you doing?" Filch demanded.
The mercenary bobbed his head and swept across the ground. He rocked to the music which had now since long stopped.
"I'm cleaning the room, and paying tribute the recently departed Adam West. QUICK, TO THE BAT CAVE, OLD CHUM!'
Filch really had no idea what this man was talking about. Deadpool started to bop up and down.
"We must fight as deputized agents of the law against the forces of grime and corrosion," Deadpool said. "There's a particularly nasty spot on the wall."
The main Hogwarts caretaker just swallowed the lump in his throat. "I don't see what you're so happy about. These little tyrants are about on their way to the Hogwarts Express. They're going to track all sorts of rubbish into the castle. And bring their little prank items where they end up blowing up half of the school."
Deadpool climbed on top of a stool and started to dust the wall. A loud cloud of dust rose up the wall and resulted in Deadpool coughing.
"Don't see why you haven't retired yet. I mean, after all of these years, you must have a pension coming to you."
Filch let out a loud "ha" and continued to escalate his loud belly laughter to the point of genuine absurdity.
"Oh, where the hell else do I have to go, anyway?" Filch asked. "My old man, he was a mean bastard. He told me that Muggles were less than animals. The moment I didn't get my letter, boom, I went out the street on my ass. Tossed out like rubbish I was."
"Wow, that's oddly tragic," Deadpool said.
"Yeah, well, the old bastard drunk himself to death, so I guess we're even, we are," Filch said. "Anyway, those two twin tyrants are returning this year. Guess their Mum doesn't want them underfoot. She's keeping the youngest Ginger male at home, and she's not letting the girl come either."
"Wait, the Weasley girl isn't coming?" Deadpool asked.
"Yeah, well if she's anything like her mother, she will be in a couple of years, if you know what I mean."
Deadpool did know what Filch meant and wondered if he had spent his time inhaling cleaning products. Still, the two youngest Weasleys would be attending Hogwarts and instead would be homeschooled. Deadpool could not put his finger on why this was going to be so interesting. Both Ginny Weasley not attending Hogwarts during this year in particular and Lucius Malfoy being in trouble, both felt like they caused shifts in the matrix.
"BOO!"
Peeves caused Deadpool to topple over from the stool he stood on. He landed into a pan of soap and cleaning products. Deadpool pulled himself up and started to slip and slide.
"Damn it, Peeves!" Deadpool snapped.
One of these days, one of these days, he was going to punch that Poltergeist all the way to the mood. Sure, Peeves saved him from the spirit of Voldemort. It didn't give him a right to abuse or to pelt balloons full of a substance of what Deadpool hoped was mayonnaise.
The newest batch of students had been sorted.
'You know something, I'm disappointed the Hogwarts school hat didn't rap like we suggested.'
'Yeah, maybe, but if the hat would have rapped, the author would have had to write the rap. And he's the whitest man who ever lived and he should not be writing a rap. How white is he? He's so white, he makes Casper look street.'
The Mercenary noticed something moving around the corner. He saw an eleven-year-old girl standing in the hallway. She dressed in the Hogwarts robes which was the most normal part of her. She had her hair clipped back with what appeared to be bread ties, and had a pair of goggles on her head. The girl stared across the hallway at Deadpool for a few seconds.
"You've been sent here to fix things," she commented calmly.
"What?" Deadpool asked.
"You've been sent here by a higher power to fix things," she repeated calmly.
"Who, Stan Lee?" Deadpool asked.
"No," she answered. "We are merely just players in a wider game. And someone has seen the past. Already, I see something has changed. Harry Potter is friends with several more people than he might have been had it not been for your intervention. There's a calm and a peace in Hogwarts which should not have been here. You are…they are here, in the air, aren't they?"
Deadpool found himself flummoxed by this peculiar blonde first-year student.
"Well, yeah, they're here, always here," Deadpool said. "I mean, look over there…well you can't really see them unless you really are able to open your mind."
"Oh, I believe I can open my mind a little bit," the blonde said.
The blonde stared at the fourth wall which Deadpool pointed at.
"But, perhaps they are shy," she said. "You say there are people there. There are people there, and people who are from the beyond. Or maybe they are in the beyond?"
Deadpool bobbed his head up and down. He did not know what to make of her still. She was one of the students sorted into Ravenclaw. Lady Rowena may have had her eccentrics in life, but this girl really embodied the more creative spirit of Rowena's legacy.
"They're always there. Some of them are watching. Some of them might be watching us without any pants. They are beyond the fourth wall. They are observers and to us, our life is fiction."
"I figured as much," the girl said with a smile. "Mother always said there were beings of a different plane watching us from beyond. They can watch our every move. They see us when we are terrified. They watch us when we are scared. They just watch us period."
"Right," Deadpool said.
"But, now that they know the game is afoot, they may try and silence you," she said. "Oh, and my name is Luna Lovegood. I'll be seeing you around, Mr. Wilson."
Luna turned her heel and walked into the shadows. Deadpool turned around from the corner and noticed a knife flying out of the corner. The knife rammed into the wall from behind him.
The mercenary rushed as fast as his legs could carry him to the other side of the wall. He checked out the hallway. He moved to the left, and to the right. He opened the door to the broom closet, saw two teenagers do what teenagers normally do in a broom closet.
The mysterious person who tossed the knife did not show his face. Or her face. Or it's face.
"Today is going to be big! I can feel it. They're all going to see how brilliant I am!"
Gilderoy Lockhart took a couple of steps forward and walked side by side with Deadpool. The celebrity smiled at the mercenary. Deadpool averted his eyes not to be blinded by the glare of Lockhart's teeth.
"So, wish me luck?" Lockhart asked.
"Go, break a leg," Deadpool said.
"Here, have a copy of my autobiography," Lockhart said. "It's ranked number one on the Witch Weekly's Best Selling List Books list over the past twenty-three weeks."
Lockhart autographed the book for Deadpool and put it in his hands. Deadpool took the book in his hand and flipped through the first few pages.
'Wow, this book would be more compelling if someone just masturbated all over the pages. Hell, I'm not sure if this book isn't Lockhart doing that. If this was number one, I'd really hate to see what number to was. Or there are a lot more bored housewives with disposable income.'
Deadpool walked over to a rubbish bin. He lifted the book and put it in the bin.
The bin spat up the copy of Lockhart's book and slammed it into the back of Deadpool's head. Deadpool staggered a couple of feet.
"Oh, a wise guy hey."
Deadpool tried to bin the book a second time. The bin coughed up the book and smacked him in the face. Deadpool staggered back and landed on the ground.
"And what are you up to now?"
Snape appeared at Deadpool's shoulder. Deadpool smiled and handed him a book.
"Happy Birthday, Severus! Sorry, I forgot to wrap it."
"First, it's not my birthday," Snape said. "And I already have a copy of Lockhart's bile, thank you very much. He insisted on giving the book to all of the staff members. I would hate to deprive you of the honor of having a couple of the book yourself."
Deadpool wondered how he could get rid of a copy of Lockhart's autobiography. It might damage his reputation.
The Mercenary decided drastic time came for drastic measures. He moved to the school bathroom. Deadpool stepped over the bathroom and opened up the stall. He threw the book into the toilet.
A loud scream echoed from the toilet and the book shot out of the toilet. A squat girl with glasses and an angry glare in her eyes burst out of the toilet. She burst into tears.
"I'm so sick and tired of everyone trying to flush Lockhart books down my toilet!" Moaning Myrtle howled at the top of his lungs.
Deadpool blasted through the door of the bathroom through the sheer voice of Myrtle's tears. The Mercenary tried to swim out of the loud puddle of tears. He could almost hear Filch screaming from several floors above as Deadpool tried to pull himself up out of the toilet water.
"Anyone want a slightly wet copy of Lockhart's autobiography!" Deadpool yelled.
All of the students who passed by ran in terror as Deadpool waved the copy of Gilderoy Lockhart's best-selling autobiography back and forth in the air. They wanted to get as far away from the book.
"Come on!" Deadpool yelled. "You want a free copy of one of the best-selling books in the entire history of magic! You have to pay five galleons for this book in the stories. I'm giving it away for free here?"
The students grumbled. They all had to read Lockhart's books for his class. They did not want to get saddled with reading his autobiography.
"Anyone want to have this book?" Deadpool asked. "Anyone! Anyone at all! I'll give you Ten Galleons! Twenty galleons! Thirty galleons!"
"We'll take it off your hands if you give us a hundred galleons."
Fred and George Weasley popped up with a pair of grins. The two twin terrors looked at Deadpool with a wide smile on their faces.
"What do you need with a hundred galleons?" Deadpool asked. He could not help, but be a bit suspicious in spite his eagerness to get this blasted book off of his hands.
"Well, we need it for product research," either Fred or George said. Deadpool didn't know, and he doubted the twins knew either.
"So, give us a hundred galleons and the password for the Slytherin common room and we'll take Lockhart's book off of your hands," the other twin said. "It would take care of Mum's Christmas present as well to get her a signed copy."
"Plus, it might buy us some credit when we don't become Prefects next year," the other twin said.
"Oh, you never know, I could put in the good word for you, and you might be surprised," Deadpool said.
The twins looked at Deadpool with mock sorrow at his threat. "Why do you hate us so much to get us the prefect position?"
"So, how about it mate?" a twin asked. "Give us a hundred galleons and the password for the Slytherin common room, and we'll take that book off your hands?"
Deadpool held the book in his hand and pondered.
"Give me a moment."
Deadpool stepped into the crowd and came face to face with Draco Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle stood in front of Malfoy, their arms folded.
"Hey, Draco, remember those incriminating photos I took of you last year, that I said I was hanging on to for leverage."
"You better not have shown those to anyone!" The Malfoy heir snapped.
Given Deadpool tattooed the words "I Heart Muggles" on Malfoy's head when he was unconscious when snapping the picture, Malfoy remembered. He remembered the horrific time it spent and the nasty potion Snape had to use to remove the taboo tattoo.
Deadpool held out the envelope in front of Malfoy's face and beckoned him over. "Hey, relax….I'm willing to sell you those photos for a hundred and fifty galleons and the password of the Slytherin?"
Malfoy snapped his fingers and another one of the Malfoy family house elves appeared. Because why would they only have just Dobby? He held out a satchel and Malfoy rifled through it, putting some gold in Deadpool's hand. He jotted down the password to the Slytherin common rude.
"Pureblood?" Deadpool asked. "Why don't you change the house symbol from a snake to a swastika while you're at it?"
"Give me the pictures, Wilson," Malfoy said.
Deadpool put the envelope into Malfoy's hand. "I'm a man of my word, Malfoy."
That pompous prince bought the pictures back, but he did not bother to ask for the negatives, which Deadpool kept in his back pocket. Deadpool moved across the hallway to Fred and George and presented them with the money involved.
"It's been a pleasure doing business with you, sir."
They took the book, the Slytherin password, and the money off of his hands which lead Deadpool with a cool fifty galleons.
'Well, you're never a success in life if you don't make a profit.'
He stepped back and heard a loud scream. Hermione Granger rushed down the hallway and almost smacked headlong into Deadpool.
"Please, you need to help us! Professor Lockhart's class has gotten out of control!"
"He's forced you read his books?" Deadpool asked.
"Oh, his books are quite brilliant," Hermione gushed.
Deadpool did a double take at the supposed smart girl gushing over a complete charlatan.
'Girl, you supposed to be smart,' Deadpool though with a tragic shake of his head.
"There are freshly caught Cornish pixies in the school! And they are trashing the classroom and some of them might have escaped. We could really use a hand….and I figured going for a responsible adult is the best thing."
Deadpool cottoned on to her quickly. "And since you couldn't find one, you went for me."
Hermione nodded and Deadpool just allowed her to lead the way. He stepped back and pulled back a section of the wall to grab the package he smuggled into Hogwarts. A very high tech laser cannon came into picture with Hermione's eyes widening.
"Isn't that a bit dangerous?"
The Mercenary Janitor with a laser cannon just smiled. "Well, in the words of a certain cartoon duck, Let's Get Dangerous!"
He had pixies to stomp, and by no means did he mean the mutant either.

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12/06/2020 ~ Queeneth & Sire's love story 

     You might think that she is a bit naive
When she says that someday, she'll be your queen 
~ Dreamer Girl by Asa.

"So what do you have in mind?" I asked Sire eagerly.

"Can you come to the front seat of the car? I have something to show you." He asked. I removed his laptop from my lap and placed it gently by the side.  I opened the door to my side and went out of it, shutting it firmly behind me. Then I walked to the side of the front seat's door, opened it and hopped onto it's seat, shutting the door. I was seated next to Sire now. 

I know I could have simply just slide over to the front seat without having to do all of that but it was awkward having my butt in someone's face. Besides, I had tried it once when I was sixteen and I farted in the process. Worse off, I farted on my dad's face and it stunk badly. It was embarrassing. 

Sire said nothing though. He just let me do what I wanted to do or rather still, he was uninterested since what he had to tell me was more important. Then he brought out his iPad and swiped through some pictures in his gallery till he got to a particular picture and then stopped. Then he showed it to me. 

I stretched a little further so I could be closer to him and to enhance my ability to see the picture. It was a picture consisting of a sheet of paper and a quill and a few scribblings on the paper. Then there was a bold writing by the side, which read; 

Writing contest for High school Students. Winner of the contest gets a free trip to France. You must be between the age sixteen and nineteen to be able to participate in this contest. 
Deadline: 26th of July, 2020 
Visit: elixirwritingcontest@gmail.com to register for the contest and to enquire for more information. 

"How am I even supposed to participate in a writing contest when I can't even update my story during the week? Besides do you think  parents would even let me go to France by myself?" 

"Worry about France later and start thinking of what you can possibly write that would help you win the contest. How you are going to participate in the contest should not even be your problem right now because I would help you with that. You have me. Don't forget that. You just think of a short story you can write that would help you win the contest." He assured. 

But he had no idea, how long it always took me to come with something to even write. That would involve a lot of thinking. 

"So what would happen to the current story I am updating?" 

"You can make the story a meta fiction. You can write about your life story and about your characters at the same time. You can easily make it a two in one story." 

"Easily? So what do you want me to write about myself? My life isn't even all that interesting. Shall I just formulate some sappy romance story for myself involving some hot jerk of a guy? Look, this does not even look too possible." I huffed, uneasy and uncertain about everything. 

It looked difficult. 

"Calm down Queeneth." He tolled his eyes because It was clear that he could not help it. We were both frustrated. You just can not start concluding that it would not work when you have not even started." 

I took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. He was looking at me with some kind of resolution in his eyes; like he was hell bent on convincing me yet pissed off at the same time that I was not buying it. He clenched and unclenched his jaws and did the same for this fists to as he groped the steering wheel in one hand. 

"You don't have to give your self that kind of stupid storyline. You can simply write your autobiography. How about your legs? Huh? Write about them. Can't you? I've known you for a while now and I know you are not shy or insecure about sharing your story because you have bene doing just that on your Instagram posts for a while. You can simply just write about your legs and inspire people who have bodily defects of any kind. You have been inspiring people in your own way for so long and you have dealt with your situation in the best way. 

You can write about how your peculiarity has helped you attain even more confidence rather diminishing it and besides many people do not  even know what Blount's Disease is neither do they know what it feels like to be in that situation or how to deal with it. You writing about it in your story would be you creating awareness in all of it's spheres. Imagine teaching the whole world what only you or a few people know about? I know it's easy for them to google what Blount's disease is but at the end of the day, they would never know much about it until someone who has been through it, narrates to the world what it is like. You can peacefully create the perfect picture and take your readers on a dive into your world and tell it in your own authentic way. No one else would be able to tell your story like you can tell it. This would not only make you win the contest, it would gain worldly recognition. Pick your pen and educate the world in your own way babe." 

"Hmm." I let out a breathe I did not know I had been stifling. "This is a lot and this would take a lot of time and speed would be needed no matter what?" I concluded. 

"Do not worry babe. We have about a month left to the deadline. You just do the writing. If you are still worried about the current story you're updating, we can do it together. You can write your story outline on a notepad and how you want it to be written on Wattpad when it's being posted and I would do the typing for you. Bring the notepad along with you when we meet next Saturday and write a part of your story too so you can update it on my laptop for Saturday. I would do the posting of your story on Sunday. You just give me the notepad and I would type it exactly as you've drafted it. Then I would give you your notepad the following week and we can continue the routine. I would handle your story while you handle your autobiography. We can do this babe." 

"Why do you want me to chip in my autobiography into my story though? I mean, I just wanna know."

"You know, this is more than just posting your story on a website for judgement so you can win a contest. That is temporary. I want it to be permanent. It is your story babe and the world has to know about it. I want it to be published. The whole world might not get to read the work of whoever won a popular contest or even if they do, it might just end up as a news that would trend for some time and then it dies down but the whole world can have an access to a book forever and if it's in a book, it stays forever and ever. Besides I know for sure that your daddy would be proud of you. You might not like him now because he's not letting you do what you want and he thinks you would have to succumb to his wishes at the end of the day but you can fight babe and you can fight in your own way. There's no way he would not be proud of you and eventually let you go for what you want." 

"You know we meet every fortnight. How would I possibly come to see you next week?" I asked and then I got the answer in my head as soon as I had asked. I snapped my fingers in the air ecstatically. "I can just lie to my parents about my legs. I haven't had leg pains in a while so if I wince now and tell them I was going through a crisis, they would believe me and would want me to come and visit your dad every week. I mean it's pretty easy to tell my mum, "mummy I can't sweep today because my leg is hurting me. It's seriously paining me." " 

We progressed into a session of hearty, long laughter, hitting each other's chests euphorically which made me wonder why we were laughing so much but it did feel warm to laugh so much, speaking of the part tension that was existent between us a few moments ago. 

"It must be a real pleasure. Hmm. That sounds like a plan that would work really well!" Sire added after the long session of laughter. 

"Thank you, Sire. For all that you do for me. I mean, I did not even think of this. Just thought I could change the lives of people around me and do my thing in my own small way but I guess it's time to pick up my pen, huh?"

"All you just need is to stop doubting babe and do your thing because I'm here for you and I ain't complaining." 

He reached out for my hands and he took mine in his, squeezing it affectionately. It surprisingly made zaps of electricity course through my entire body which I had never felt before. 

He held my hand reassuringly and smiled at me, the ray of hope in his eyes was contagious, like a flame on a candle; it lit up my dead wax and gave me a course to believe that now was all I had and all I had to do was think of just one single reason why it was possible for me to participate in the writing contest amidst ninety reasons why it was not possible. 

And that one reason was him. He was all I had and All I could ever need. 

As the sun was setting  on the edge of river in a seeming, fleeting iridescence of pinkish, red and orange colors, the natural hue bliss shone on Sire's face, his brown eyes glistening so beautifully as he stared at me, I could feel my soul beam. I bit my lip slightly from the tingling excitement I had been feeling. 

I made a decision to record every single moment, everything about Sire and how much of an amazing person he was, this moment where we had made a crucial decision of our lives. I was going to write about all of it in it's authentic occurrence as a part of my novel and as a marking of the beginning of my autobiography. 

That was the least I could do, for a person who clearly loved me ethereally enough to make me risk so much and was willing to risk a lot for me as well. His love took me out of my comfort zone just so I could be the best version of myself. 

He came closer to me now and placed a soft kiss on my plump lips. The sunset created a sinewy shadow on his face as he stared at me, still smiling radiantly. It was golden. It made me melt. He pulled back, still holding my hand in his. It was the first time I had ever been kissed by any one yet it was not as stupid or as embarrassing as I always imagined it to be. It was blissful; it was like the sealing of a covenant; a sign to mark the beginning of a radical change; the alpha of our stories. 

I promise to write and make the best out of my story, even if it was for this cause alone.

"I'm coming for you. No matter how far you think you can run, I can assure you that you can't hide and I'm closer to you than you think." 

Cassandra receives this letter from her mailbox. She has been receiving these threats on a regular basis and her entire life is at stake. The tragedy of her life puts not only her, but her husband, Mustafa on the edge as well as Sandra is curious as to who is planning to put her in bondage again. 

Who could want to put her in captivity? Could it be her ex boyfriend, Dan? No. A lot of things that would rather remain forgotten had already transpired between them so there was no way on earth that he would want her. Could it be the loan shark that enslaved her when she was nine? Or could it be her mother placing yet another stupid and risky gamble over her life?

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Queeneth, The author of the salacious series, Our side of the dice has been made to write her story in hiding all through the years simply because her parents want her to study law rather than follow her passion. An opportunity finds it's way to Queeneth through her lover, Sire who has been helping her write her story successfully. Queeneth has a chance to participate in a contest that could change the course of her life for good if she wins it and she has all it takes to win. But with her parents standing in the way, would she be able to follow her dreams regardless of it all?

Desella asked unexpectedly and it took Severus off guard. No one knows what she will be asking and giving a promise without knowing the condition wasn't a good idea, however....at this juncture can he deny her? 
"As long as I can and it will not be wrong to do it, I will try my best to give your peace to you in your end moments."
Desella who was waiting excitedly for an answer smiled sadly when she heard him. 
"Clever boy"
Severus just shrugged this compliment.
"Now what are we supposed to discuss? I practically told you the naked truth of my life so what else is there to left?'
"Desella I don't care who were you and what happened to you. It was all in past. Currently, you are my friend and that's what it matters. Understand?"
Desella smile in content.
Severus saw that the atmosphere was too glum so he shifted the topic. "What happened to the people of Vashye hills? Do you know how they died?"
'Of course, I know" Desella deadpanned.
"How?"
"Big brother killed him. I don't know why but he used some sort of dark magic and everyone died in an instant. Women, kids, men and old people He didn't spare anyone. Everyone died. Not even one survivor was there. That day Vashye hill was dyed in red. Crimson red. Alas I was fortunate enough that I didn't see this with my own eyes as I met with death before they all met however, I was unfortunate enough to regularly see that massacre. In my prison. Countless times. I saw the people with whom I grew up, dying. One after one. Just like that. Everyone there died."
"This is too cruel"
Desella looked at him pointedly as she asked, "What else can you expect from him. He is a living curse. Anything he touches is consumed by darkness. Wherever he goes, death follows him. His mere presence is enough to threaten anyone. Even Gods."
Severus didn't liked how she priased him. It was like as if she was praising god and his good deeds." Look Desella, I don't want to know how great he is. Let's focus on our plan. Please"
Desella who was earlier telling about him didn't noticed when she started praising him.
"Ahem, Our identities don't have any threats. We will just say that we are same parson and I am your assistance."
"What will we explain to others when they will ask about murder and death in the hills?"
"We will say that it was a curse. Origibs of curse are unware. We will tell them that we also are victims of curse but due to our special abilities we survived it and don't you worry. I will make something which will be full proof. All you need to do is, just nod whenever I hint you. Okay?"
Severus nodded his head in response.
Desella chuckled when she saw him nodding.
"Severus but what about current identities. A lot of people knows us and the Twin brothers. We need to conceal our existence and previous identities."
"I have a plan for that so you need not worry"
Desella pouted when she got to know that they won't be using their previous identities. She internally screamed inside her brain.
Aaah.
It was so good when I pretended to be his girlfriend. Welp now I ma just assistance.
Severus saw the annoying expression on her face and his lips quirked up. He resisted his urge to smile. 
"Desella do you know anything about Jane?"
Severus sudden question caught Desella off guard.
"Jane? Who is she? Why will I know her?"
Although Severus expected this outcome but still it added a burden on him. Before I met you I encountered Jane. She was an evil old lady who performed taboo necromancy art for her benefits that were rather evil. She failed and became cursed. She assaulted me and trie dto kill me but I resosted and because of self protection I needed to kill her.
"Okay" Desella answered cutley. This wasn't a simple thing but Desella knew that Severus had surely went under some dangers otherwise how can he be so strong and fight without fear. The type of calmness that he shows under pressure is not something any rookie can have.
"Her life history is completely chaotic and for your information I found you inside her library. I mean your book form. Her dad even knows Nesseyes"
"Nesseyes you say?"
Severus expressions sharpned. 
"What happened? Do you know about Nesseyes?"
"Severus I sure have heard this name somewhere but where I heard it? I just can't recall it. It's been so long."
"Desella please try to recall. It's very important for me"
On Severus insistence Desella tried her hard to recall about it and within second her expression paled.
Severus noticed that Desella expression turned paled and his heart sank too.
"What happened Desella? Why do you look so deprrssed?"
With a heavy voice she explained. "Nesseyes is the ancient language that no one knows how to read it. However I know one person who can read it."
Joy flashed on Severus face but seeing his joy made Desella's expression more ugly.
"Who is it Desella?"
"Severus, he is big brother. He once told me about Nesseyes and he used to always carry some scrolls. I accidently stumbled on them and curiously asked him to which he replied that he was researching on the long lost language and that is none other then Nesseyes. I don't know but I feel connection here"
Severus too was shocked with this turn of events. The more Severus got to know Desella's secret, the more her fate tangled with his current fate. 
"I don't know if there is any connection or not but I will soon find about it. Anything else?"
"Neh. It was just a one time talk"
"Jane told me that her father Aris Cheya was the second survivor of that massacre however everyone know that except Cynthis'a son, everyone died"
"Who is Cyntha Severus?"
Desella asked curiously. 
Severus facepalmed himself 
He totally forgot that he didn't told Desella anything about Resen and his history thus he summarised everything and explained everything in detail.
Desella listened everything with a great concentration. For her it was like a intersting story having emperor, empress, knight, royalty and conspiracy. Everything intrested her and she listened everything without missing a detail.
"Omg Severus! It's too much. All this is plain bullshit. I pity you for living such a life"
" I don't need pity Desella."
Desella didn't said anything more. She didn't wanted to piss him off.
" So what is the problem Severus ?" Desella asked innocently.
" Welp .There are two problems."
"Mind telling me Severus?"
" Neh. First involves you. I mean your book form. Actually earlier when you were in your book form, you were known as book of curses and wills."
"...."
" I know this Severus. What is the problem? Is my book form the problem or my current form?" 
Desella asked confusedly.
" No your form isn't problem. The thing is that when you were a book, you were not only the book on curses and wiild but you were an autobiography too"
" Huh"
Severus sighed. He knew that she was clueless.
"Yea Desella you were not only a curse book but an autobiography too"
This information hit Desella like a rock. She didn't knew how to react. To think about her being someone's autobiography was hilarious for her. It took her sometime to actually believe that she was an autobiography.
"Severus what should we do? I don't know anything about Jane or her father?"
" Desella try recalling. You should know about them. You can't be a book without memories"
Desella focused her complete attention to recall anything but this time she failed.
"Severus forget about recalling even it didn't ring a bell. The names are too wierd for me and I am sure that I am not familiar with these names. Sorry I can't help"
Severus saw that Desella was getting dis so he smiled in comfort.
"Don't worry Desella. I will find a way to crack this mystery"
Desella felt bad as she was unable to help him but no matter how much she tried it. It was all futile. She jyst can't recall anything. It was so foreign too her.
Knock knock
"Enter" Severus gave his permissions.
As soon as he said this, a bully man entered inside the room with a long platter. Behind him there were more men who carried same platter but every platter had different dishes. 
"Desella started salivating as she saw the food. Finally her long await was over"
The men settled the food on the table and bowed gracefully and left the room .
The women who was their attendent smiles brightly showing her pearly teeths as she said, "I hope you both will enjoy your food "
Before Severus could really Desella beat him," We will. Now if you will excuse us"
The attendent smile stiffened when she heard her remark."ofc madam. If you need anything you could just ring the bell. Enjoy"
 With this said the attendent bowed slightly and gracefully left the room.
Severus saw the sulky expression of her and chuckled.
Desella narrowed her eyes as she asked ,"Why are you laughing Severus?" 
Severus holded back his smile as he said," Did I? Neh I didn't. It was just you illusion"
"....." 
Desella knew that Severus was mocking her but she was powerless.
"Eat before the food gets cold" she chided Severus.
" Aye aye miss"


Severus, a handsome lad with a shy nature. He lived a life that could be called 'non-exisistent, his interaction with the opposite sex was more or less 'non-existent' as well, except for the crown prince's fiancée, Melanie. That too because both of them were childhood friends.

But this didn't last long, because Severus— was killed. 

Previous life -----

Severus was the ex-general and Shadow Knight of the Rivera kingdom. He was a loyal and charming knight who performed his duties very well. Despite his looks, he lived in the shadow of Crown Prince; Maverick, but destiny turned its wheel and the Crown prince's fiancée fell in love with Severus. 

Betrayal, heartbreak, and jealousy surged inside him and Maverick planned an assassination for his best friend Severus.
Severus died in pain. 

He felt betrayed and cheated by his own sworn brother but he accepted his fate and closed his eyes to accept death. The next moment he heard something earth-shattering.

Nobody knows what Maverick told Severus but whatever it was, it questioned Severus's existence.

“No, this can’t be true—”

“Who am I?”

“What am I?”

“Who are my parents?”

“What was the reason behind my existence?”

Severus died while these questions remained unanswered. 

——Present life——
Severus got reincarnated, but to his surprise, he was reincarnated in his same body and same timeline.
“Heck, it’s only been few days since I was assassinated and I got reincarnated”
“What are these powers?”
“A bird? Why is a bird here?”
“This black Raven is known as Noworry?”
Severus got a new life, and he vowed to unfold the mysteries which remained unsolved in his previous life. He swore to himself to take his revenge.

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A new character is introduced in his new life; Noworry, a funny bird who becomes his pet, sent by Hades to help him.

In this life, he will have no shortage of women who wish to accompany him. 
Starting from ghosts and mortals to gods, Severus will entertain visits from every existence.

However, Severus didn’t ask for women. He was a man who believed that love can happen only once. Since his first love was unsuccessful, the word 'love' disappeared from his life.

Will there be any girl who would bring love back into his life?

Or will he remain as a monk for his entire life?

Witness Severus's growth and troubles, on his way to unfold the various mysteries of the world and becoming a great necromancer.
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