Finding love in the arms of the one you want to spend the rest of your life with is a dream come true. everyone wants that, right? but what happens when suddenly, the one you watched grow begins to have strange feelings for you. what do you do? that is what happened to Christian. He had always been in love with Victoria who in turn got married to Franco who was Christian's best friend. later, Christian got the life of his love but became the love interest of Alicia, the daughter of Franco and Victoria. what will Christian do to get Alicia off his back? or will Alicia do everything to get Christian to love her?

Crystal is a smart girl who is bubbly and an otaku around others except for one person. Christian is the person that Crystal likes but Jomari her best friend since childhood has a hidden feelings for his best friend. Will Crystal notice Jomari's feelings?

"I hate you! I will never be with you." shouted by a girl.
It was a long and rugged road. A nautical place miles away from the city, surrounded by the Pacific ocean. A paradise island, a breath taking nature and the home of the majestic beauty.

"Wait, come back!" replied Christian. 
"ahhh....."That memory keep on lingering on my mind. "Who is that girl? why does she tells me that she will never be with me?" this dream is so fucking real and keeps on torturing me.
Christian is sweating so hard and he is now fully awake in his grandeur abode. His place is exquisitely equipped with high technology CCTV and automatic devices. Situated in the heart of the city.  Complete with amenities for sports and entertainment. Who would not know the Mr. Christian Sans, the chairman of the Sans Group of companies.

At the age of 30, he is the most sought out bachelor. He is among the top one percent of the upper and elite people.

"kring.....kring.....kring" Christian's phone is not yet connecting. 
"what the fuck?" uttered while waiting for the other party to accept the call. He tried three times and wham.....
"Hello! what the hell calling me in the middle of my precious deep sleep, Christian!" Aren't you bored?" sigh from the other party, who is Daniel, his best friend and secretary. He is the only employee who can compel with the chairman's temper and mood swings.

"what! do you want to die? why are you discontented with your salary? do you want to be fired?" retaliating to the answer of his secretary, that is Christian, he does not care on the feelings of others.

"Buddy! Chairman! what's the problem? aren't you sleep?" in a very calm tone,. ask Daniel.

"I dream that girl again!" exclaimed by the chairman.

"huh? your waking me up because of your dream? Boss...buddy....my friend...." complained by Daniel.

"Yes, and this time, I almost see her face. Although,. her voice is calm but full of anger.  Why is that? it feels so real. I can't go back to sleep again." Christian explained in a lonely voice.

"Ahemmm....boss buddy, since you can't go back to sleep and it is still 12:15 a.m. why not we go to a bar and drink it over?" he suggested.

"Well, we can meet at The Bars." It is a bar that only the elite is allowed to join. The membership card is hard to get.

"I'll be right there boss buddy" chuckled by Daniel in a fun manner.

Immediately Christian change his clothes in a casual attire. A signature Polo shirt and an expensive pants. He loves to wear casual or sports attire when he goes to clubs and bars. 

Riding his red Lamborghini, he arrived at The Bar within 30 minutes. He goes to the bar counter. Although the atmosphere is still full of life because there are still a lot of customers even it is already 1:00 a.m.

"Boss, I already prepared your VIP suite. Mr. Daniel already called us."  politely said by the manager. 

"Okay...." replied by Christian while following the manager to the room.

"Here we are, we already prepared the most expensive wine, and we have a new bartender exclusively assigned to you suite tonight." proudly the manager explained.

"Well, the wine is enough and I think we don't need a bartender, since it is only me and Daniel." he retorted.

"Manager, we like to have the bartender but later. We will just call you when we need him." Daniel immediately disagree with Christian as he was approaching them.

"You are late! and you dare to oppose me on having a personal bartender." Christian in scolding tone.

"Boss Buddy, I heard that this new bartender is the best in the whole world. Let us try his alcohol mixing and enjoy the drinks." he beg.

"Boss, just ring the bell if you will need our bartender. As for the moment, please enjoy the wine." the manager retorted and immediately closed the VIP room.

"Boss buddy, why are you so stiff. Here I pour you wine." at once, Daniel hand over the goblet to Christian. Just in one gulp Christian drinks the wine without hesitation.

"Gosh, you really not in a good mood, so tell me about it." 

Christian just stared at Daniel with a sharp eyes. Anger, sadness and confusion where shown me n his face. 

"Okay, I get it, you just wanted to have a drinking buddy at 1:00 in the morning. If you are reluctant to share your dream girl to me. Then let's drink till the last drop of our blood." half - smiling and half - mockingly said Daniel.

The both of them take turns in bringing the wine. No one say a word. Daniel did not ask his best friend about the reason why they drink. Luckily, they do not have a work tomorrow since it is Sunday. They both have the time to get drink and just be over with. 

After an hour of drinking, and the wine bottle is already empty. Daniel suggested to Christian that they must call the bartender to serve them more drinks.

Although, Christian is a bit tipsy now, because he mostly drinks the wine. He knows that his buddy is giving him more wine to drink than him. What a tricky man. He thought.

Daniel, as his best friend and Assistant of course it is his duty to keep him safe and sane, so he must not get drunk tonight because he will be the one to send this drunkard man in a while. He already knows the drill since they grow up together. "Hopefully, this best friend of mind will agree to call the bartender so that I can relax in pouring the wine and enjoy his drinks tonight" thought Daniel.

"Okay, bring in the bartender, I am also curious with his ability, as you say, he is the best in the world." smirked by Christian



Christian 

“You’re what?” Christian chuckled in disbelief and looked at Lucio, hoping he’d say it was all a joke, but it wasn't. 

Lucio observed the reactions on his son’s faces and took a deep breath. “I’m sick...I’m dying.” He repeated himself. 

“Stage four lung cancer...I’m dying.” He spoke once again, looking right into Christian's eyes. “I-I don’t understand.” He stuttered. 

Lucio took a deep breath and looked at Gio’s pained expression before his head turned towards Enzo. 

“You not getting along is enough to kill me...but I don’t want to leave like this.” He raised his voice at Enzo, who had tears running down his face. 

“Why would you tell us this right now?” Gio spoke while Christian felt as if his own life had ended upon hearing the news. “Can’t you get treatment?” He stammered as Lucio shook his head. “I can’t.” 

“How long before...” Gio tried to hide his tears. “Could be weeks, months, could be years—but we must be prepared for the worst.” Lucio sighed. 

“I haven’t told anyone other than grandpa, not your mom—and absolutely not your sisters, so keep it to yourse-“ 

“Why would you say this now!” Christian slammed his fist on his desk. 

“Don't,” Lucio tried to calm his nerves, but Christian was not having it. 

“Why would you do this to me? Why would you say this to me right now?” 

“Because I need you to be ready!” Lucio yelled out, making him stop talking. 

“Because I need you to be ready to take over—and I need your brothers to remain by your side, both of you!” He gave Enzo a look. 

“Trying to avoid a war with Fabio, forgiving the Sala’s, making sure you are respected—everything I’ve done is not because I’m weak, but because I want you to be powerful!” 

“This doesn’t make sense,” Christian whispered with clenched fists. 

“Christian, calm down,” Gio spoke, only to get his hand pushed away. “Christian, we don't have time for any of this, now sit down and listen!” Lucio yelled. 

Christian took a deep breath and looked from Enzo and Gio back to his father. 

"First tell me, tell me what's going on between the three of you so I can fix it," Lucio asked. 

In one moment, Christian's decision to tell Lucio the truth had fallen apart. In that one moment, he had decided to spare Enzo. "Tell me the truth." 

"The truth?" Christian repeated as the three brothers all looked at each other. Gio slightly shook his head at Christian, while Enzo had a troubled expression on his face. 

“The truth is that you’ve pushed us so hard, that there’s nothing left to restore.” Christian closed his eyes. 

"This thing I've created between the three of you, it has to stop." Lucio's voice cracked as Christian obeyed his father's wishes and sat back down again. 

“I'm sorry for putting the three of you up against each other. I had done what my father had once done to my brothers, and I regret it every single day.” Lucio spoke. “The first time I cried for my big brother was when he took a bullet for me and asked me to take care of his sons while he passed away in my arms.” 

Christian face softened as he thought about Johnny, Luca, and everything they had gone through. If anything they probably had it worse. Their father died and they were raised by their mother and the uncle they had thought their dad despised. But they pushed through because he took a bullet for Lucio, and Johnny had been the only sane cousin. 

Lucio looked at his three sons with a desperate look on his face. "I don't ever want that for any of you, and when I'm not here anymore...I need the three of you to get along, so whatever this is—it ends now." 

"Enzo," Lucio called out his name. All he felt was regret for the way he had neglected him. Ever since a young age, Lucio made Gio, the eldest—and Christian, the youngest, compete while Enzo suffered the most and got neglected. 

"I can't go back in time and fix my mistakes, but for everything I have done till now—please forgive me. Forgive me for not being a good father and forgive me for pushing you so far that you can’t take it anymore." 

"Dad," Enzo whispered, while Christian looked down at his clenched fists. "Can't you get any treatment, we'll find the best doctor—" Christian who was still in denial started. 

"Christian," Gio stopped him from talking. "I'm sure dad has done everything in his power to get better, otherwise he wouldn’t even have told us this—so please work along." 

For the first time in a long while, Christian listened to his older brother and nodded his head before he turned his attention back onto his father. 

He could not believe that he had been going around, calling his father weak—while there was more going on. He did not know whether he wanted to cry, blame him for not telling them, run out—so all he could do was keep his mouth shut. 

"Enzo, everything you went through—it was because of me, and I'm so sorry," Lucio apologized and focused his eyes on Christian. 

"But when I’m gone, Christian will need your help, you need to stand by him—protect him, love him." 

What protection? Christian thought. 

He looked at his father's exhausted expression and did not want to put him through any more pain than he probably already had. “Enzo, listen.” 

Enzo turned to Christian, who was doing his very best not to look into his eyes. "Everything that has happened to us until now...let’s forget it and move on.” He spoke through gritted teeth. He did not agree with it, but he would not worsen his father’s condition on purpose. 

"I agree." Enzo barely whispered. 

Forgiving Enzo was the last thing he wanted to do. He put the baby's life in danger and told him so many hateful things, which were spoken from his heart—but if it would calm down his father, so be it. 

For Christian, the worst thing would've probably been the fact that he had sent everyone a letter, except for him. Did he not feel sorry at all? 

"Thank you." Lucio had a relieved smile on his face. 

"When I go...whenever that time may be. I want you to start clean and I don't want you to deal with any of this shit. Trying to remain friendly with Fabio would've been the safest way, but now that the circumstances have changed—we have no choice but to fight back." 

"Starting next week, we will discuss our strategy and I’m putting Christian as well as grandpa back in charge.” Lucio had announced, making all the three bothers look up in surprise. “I’m weak...” 

“Dad, don’t worry—it will all be okay.” Christian tried to reassure him, but Lucio shook his head. “I’m scared, I thought you were ready, but you still not being able to make key decisions for the greater cause—“ 

“Key decisions?” Christian chuckled in disbelief. “I get that you’re sick, but are we calling Serena and the baby key decisions?” 

“That’s not what I meant.” Lucio gulped. “What I mean is that you’re being selfish right n—“ 

"Why? Because I don't want to send Serena who is very pregnant by the way, to a safe house!" Christian yelled out, surprised by his own tone. "Dad, do not stress yourself over me, I’ll figure it out." He spoke in a calmer tone. 

"How can you ask me not to stress out, when you won't even follow my instructions?" Lucio wondered. 

“Please work along, we’ll provide her with the best care, bring her company—a really good doctor...” 

Christian sighed at his father's words and stared at Gio. The person who was known to be immature was the only one being mature. In the past Christian might've thought this was all just some sort of game his brother was playing, but he knew that Gio had changed. 

He had turned into a reliable, kind brother. He had turned into a brother who was a threat to his position. The position as heir, Christian never cared for until now. 

Christian took a deep breath as he thought about the probable consequences if he would not send Serena to the safe house. All of the families would agree with his dad and call him selfish, they would vote him out as the heir and tell Lucio to push Gio, who had become reliable, instead—but deep down Christian couldn’t do that to Serena. But he knew he had to. 

"I'll follow your instructions, and I'll send Serena to the safe house." Christian suddenly spoke. Lucio could tell that it was not what he wanted, but just like Christian, Lucio knew about the consequences—although he would’ve never admitted it in front of the two brothers. According to Lucio, the one who could succeed him could only be Christian and no one else. 

“This will help you in the future, you know that.” He told him. All he wanted was to leave on a good note. 

After the meeting, Christian did not know how fast to storm out of the office and had planned on leaving without not saying another word. 

"Christian, wait!" He heard Enzo's call out. Christian let out an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes before he faced his brother. This was not what he had in mind. "What?" 

"I just wanted to thank you for...not saying anything," Enzo spoke with his head down. 

"Thank me?" Christian furrowed his eyebrows. "The only reason why I haven't said anything is that the last thing any of us need right now is dad dropping dead next week, so don't thank me." He pushed past him and stormed downstairs. 

With a pit in his stomach, he drove back home and made his way to the kitchen. He opened the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of liquor and a glass. “Stressed day?” Marc walked in. 

“You waited for me?” Christian asked and poured himself a glass. “Yes, Serena went to sleep but we did a lot of online shopping. She bought some sparkly pink paint, a crib, and all of that. Your girl knows how to shop.” He yawned. 

Christian smacked his glass down on the counter, letting a bit of liquor spill in the process. “She could barely talk or sleep yesterday, so what kind of game is she playing?” 

“Game? She’s just trying to make the best out of the situation.” Marc stuck up for Serena. 

“Make the best out of the situation?” Christian spoke in surprise. “We’re all worrying for her fucking life and she decides to buy some sparkly pink paint to make the best out of the fucking situation?” He raised his voice at Marc and stepped forward. “And you let her?” 

“Christian, you need some rest—I know people call us a married couple, but I’m not doing this with you.” Marc had already turned around to walk away. “And leave Serena alone too, the last thing she needs right now is any of this shit—because while she’s trying to keep it together, you’re out here acting like some pussy boy.” He finished before he had walked out and slammed the door behind him. 

Christian let out an aggressive yell and drank straight out of the bottle until the bottle was half empty before he made his way upstairs. He slammed open the room door and couldn’t be more annoyed by Serena who was leaning against the headboard, with her tablet in her hands, wearing headphones, eating snacks as she laughed at the screen. 

“Oh hey, Christian!” She laughed as she looked up, but it was not long until she had realized that he was not in the mood.

Getting pregnant by her boss after a one-night stand and suddenly leaving her job as stripper was the last thing Serena had hoped for, and to make matters worse he is the heir to the mafia. Serena is calm while Christian is fearless and outspoken but somehow the two have to make it work. When Christian forces Serena to go through with a fake engagement she tries her hardest to fit in the family and the luxurious life the women live while Christian is fighting as hard as he can to keep his family safe, but everything takes a turn when the hidden truth about Serena and her birth parents comes out. Their idea was to play pretend until the baby was born and the rule was to not fall in love, but plans don't always go as expected. Will Christian be able to protect the mother of his unborn child? And will they end up catching feelings for one another?

"Be careful!" Christian called urgently.

Before he could finish, though, Anfey was already falling more than twenty feet to the ground. Christian hurried over, conjuring a levitation spell to try and save his falling colleague. However, he was only a novice mage, and could not conjure such a complicated spell in such a short time. Before he could finish casting the spell, Anfey had already hit the ground. Christian was scared speechless, but he soon saw Anfey’s body fold into a ball. After a few rolls on the ground, Anfey stood up, smiling.

"You… Are you alright?" Christian asked, unable to believe what he had just seen. For a normal mage apprentice, levitation spells were the hardest to master. For other spells, one only had to worry about losing control of their magic. However, a badly done levitation spell could result in lifelong disability or worse.

"I’m alright," Anfey said as he stood up, dusting himself off.

"You’re too stubborn," Christian complained. "You’re just an apprentice, you shouldn’t be doing any intermediate magic. I’m so tired of trying to lecture you, but you still won’t listen."

Lately, the relationship between Anfey and Saul’s other students had been improving significantly. They had been hostile towards him because of Maris and Melinda, but people tended to pity the weak. Maris and Melinda’s actions were repulsive, and their fellow students had preferred Anfey from the beginning. Most importantly, every time Anfey met someone, his first move was to smile and greet them, and he spoke ever so politely. His attitude had helped him make several friends; very few still held their initial grudges against him.

Out of everyone, Christian was the closest to Anfey. This was very closely tied to how Anfey treated everyone around him. Every time he saw that Christian wasn’t doing anything, he would always appear and sincerely ask Christian about magic.  When Christian was busy, Anfey would never bother him.

"Actually… I was close to succeeding. It was my first time, and I was nervous. I can probably get it after a few more tries."

"Never mind," Christian said. He was terrified. Should anything happen to Anfey, he, as the person who had taught him the levitating spell, would be severely punished by Saul. "Anfey, it’s magic, you have to take it one step at a time. You can’t push it. This time you simply lost control, but who knows what will happen next time?"

"I understand." Anfey nodded, smiling.

"You!" Christian sighed. He couldn’t find any problems with Anfey’s attitude, but he had a feeling that Anfey would be practicing in secret anyway, no matter what he said.

"Anfey!" Niya said.

"Here," Anfey replied.

Niya walked over, smiling, and extending her right hand. "There you go," she said.

Anfey accepted his dimensional ring, now looking very differently than before. The extravagance had disappeared; it was now an ordinary looking silver ring.

"I used the power of a magic-concealing crystal to disguise the surge of the ring and covered it with platinum. No one can tell," Niya said, smiling. "Anfey, you’re such a coward. Are you scared of people stealing it?"

"My lady, Anfey’s right. He’s just an apprentice, wearing such a ring would attract unnecessary attention."

"Thank you, my lady," Anfey said sincerely.

"No problem," Niya said. "Tell me if you need anything." Niya might have seemed rude and uncaring at first, but she was still kind in the end. She felt sorry for Anfey, so when Anfey had asked her for help, she agreed immediately. Whether it was finding a magic-concealing crystal or looking for an alchemist, neither was something a normal mage would be able to accomplish. But in the end, Niya was the daughter of the greatest archmage. She went to the palace and talked to the emperor himself. She then found the best alchemist in the empire, Monfela, and completely transformed the ring.

Anfey smiled but didn’t say any more.

"Christian, say, what do you think about Anfey’s potential?" Niya asked. "How long do you think it will take him to become a mage?"

"Anfey is very hard-working," Christian said truthfully. "If he can be patient, half a year at most." His words were not just a reply to Niya, but also a hint to Anfey that he should be more patient and move forward one solid step at a time. 

"Anfey, hang in there," Niya said, waving her fist.

"Of course."

"All right," she said. "I won’t bother you two anymore." She turned and left. She was going to ask Ernest for instructions in sword arts. If Ernest heard about her helping Anfey, maybe he would change his mind about her and teach her what she needed.

"Christian, do you have any advice for levitation?"

"God, let’s not talk about the goddamn levitation spell anymore, alright? Your strongest affinity is fire, so I’ll teach you that first. In comparison, mages tend to be weaker in their physical bodies. So before you start attacking, you have to have a defensive line. Don’t underestimate a Fire Shield. It may be easy to do, but its shield power will increase with your strength. A proper mage’s shield can block a novice swordsman’s combat power."

"Alright, alright," Anfey said, shaking his head.

Christian let out a sigh of relief, and explained to Anfey everything he needed to know to conjure a Fire Shield. Then, he said solemnly, "Anfey, I will be in the lab, so practice here by yourself. And promise me you won’t try levitation again, alright?"

"I promise," Anfey said with determination.

Christian shook his head with a bitter smile. Anfey’s attitude was applaudable, but he had the feeling Anfey wouldn’t listen to him.

Christian was still worried, so he doubled back quietly, checking on Anfey. It was only after seeing that Anfey really was practicing Fire Shield that he left, satisfied.

For a youth like Christian, his experience was very limited, so his idea of good and evil was very basic as well. When they dislike someone, they would rarely interact with the object of their disapproval. When they accept someone, they would try their best to take care of them and provide help. Maris and Malinda teamed up to frame Anfey, but their plan was flawed at best and could not withstand the truth. After they were exposed, they had fought each other and tried childishly to lay blame for the crime on each other. If someone more experienced had helped with their plans, it would have been much less flawed.

Unlike Christian, Maris, and Malinda, Anfey had been an assassin for a long time. He was cunning and patient, and his hands were not clean. Even Saul and Ernest had not uncovered the truth about him, much less youths like Christian.

"Alright, you can stop pretending," Ernest said, walking out from behind the trees. "I know you’re not interested in Fire Shields."

"I don’t know why, I’m just particularly interested in levitation," Anfey said, smiling.

"Maybe it’s because we all like freedom," Ernest said, smiling. "But Christian’s right. You have to be careful. If you lose control as you are now, you will not be able to handle it."

Ernest, however, was not nervous. He was the one that understood Anfey the best in this world. Anfey wasn’t a hotheaded youth. Every move he made was done after careful consideration. If Anfey wanted to practice levitation, Ernest knew he had a certain degree of control over the spell already.

"Uncle Ernest, can’t you use your combat power to levitate?"

"I cannot," Ernest said. "The master swordsmen from a thousand years ago could shoot themselves right into the sky, but such a usage of combat power was very depleting, and nowhere as free as that of mages."

"Then how are you going to fight against mages? They can all use levitation."

"Mages have magic, and we have our swords and combat power, so we are not terribly disadvantaged," Ernest said. "Mages tend to be weaker in hand-to-hand combat. If a warrior approaches, no shield can protect the mage forever."

Anfey nodded. "I see. And if you fight Master Saul?"

"Among all the archmages of the Pan Continent, Saul’s power is medium at best. But for master swordsmen and golden knights, he is deadly, because we can never catch him. If I had to choose, I would choose anyone but Saul."

"Then I must master levitation!"

"Of course, but don’t overestimate it either. When you try to fool a master swordsman or a golden knight, you’ll realize how childish your idea is," Ernest told him. "Levitation may be quick, but you still cannot be much quicker than a master swordsman’s sword. You’ll be chopped down like a bird. Even a mid-level swordsman can pose a serious threat to you. Unless you become the Dimensional Archmage, you have no reason to be arrogant."

"I will do my best," Anfey said, smiling bitterly.


A skilled but unfortunate modern-day assassin was killed in a freak accident. However, he soon found himself summoned to another world by an evil wizard, who had him possess the body of a boy as an experiment. After successfully planning the evil wizard's downfall, he used the wizard's body as a springboard to gain influence and power in his new world.

"Hey Christian, can we talk?" Ezekiel said with a shaky voice. Christian, who is on the other line felt confused. 'Come on. I'm in the middle of work' He said on the back of his mind. "What is it?" Christian asked. He can hear Ezekiel's uneasy breathing and it made him unease. Finally, Ezekiel spoke. "Well, I'll be frank. I can't edit your work anymore." Ezekiel plainly said. Christian was dumbstruck. He could not process what is happening, nor what is Ezekiel trying to say. 'Yesterday, you motivated me with a freaking dictionary. Yet today, you ruined my mood working.' He talked to himself. He was silent from the whole time. It feels like the world had stopped, and as if he was struck by a lightning. On the other line, Ezekiel is waiting for his response. But, he heard a loud beep which signifies the other line was already disconnected, or ended the call. 'What?!' Ezekiel panicked. He dialed Christian's number, but unfortunately. "The number you have dialed is now unattended. Please try again later."  He just let out a sigh, and decided to explain things tomorrow at work. 'That stubborn.' Ezekiel thought. 

Christian saved his draft, feeling unmotivated to finish his novel. He felt discouraged despite the fact that the submission of entries is near. "It's freaking midnight!" Christian groaned. He was in the state of panic before Ezekiel called. Now, he wanted to procastinate. He's not feeling it anymore. "Come to think of it. Earlier, I was just overthinking. But unfortunately, it happened. Maybe he really doesn't understand me in the first place. Maybe I'm just living in a lie that he's supporting me." He murmured. A lot of negative thoughts is currently running on his mind. It is swallowing Christian's enthusiasm. He realized that his vision is becoming blurry, as well as his face is wet. 'I'm crying?' He looked to his palm, and he was surprised to see his tears dropping. He went to his bed, covering his face with a pillow, and his body with a soft blanket. Christian declined letting his emotions burst out, so he tried to just sleep, but he can't. Tears are streaming down, small sobs are uttered, and pain in his heart is felt. "Why?" He asked indirectly before falling asleep. 

Christian went to work, feeling dizzy and sleepy. His voice is hoarse and eyes are swollen. He's in a pretty bad shape but the show must go on. 'Thanks to a certain someone.' He could feel his co-workers staring at him, silently mouthing phrases such as: 'What happened to him?' He ignored the weird stares coming from his co-workers and just headed to his office. On his way to his office, he received a text from Joyce.

TO: Christian Simoune +14****** (***)
I will be coming over to get the final draft of the novel. Maybe 1PM, so we have time to discuss. I'll bring mom as well. By the way, this is Joyce Haris. I got your number from the calling card you gave me at the Tully's Cafe

FR: Unknown Number +17****** (***)

Christian let out a sigh, remebering that he wasn't able to finish revising the novel. 'Again, thanks to a certain someone.' Christian replied as the elevator door opened. 

TO: Joyce Haris +17****** (***)
I'm sorry Joyce. I'm not yet done with the revisions. I'm looking forward to meet your mom but I'm still not yet finished. I would fax it to your house instead, and send the softcopy through e-mail if that's okay. Thank you for understanding.

FR: Christian Simoune +14****** (***)

Christian walked to his desk, as his phone vibrates. He was greeted by his co-workers but he completely ignored them. "Something bad happened." One of his co-workers said. He sat on his sliding chair, and looked at Joyce's message. She said it was okay, and she included her address. Christian didn't bother to reply, as he puts his phone on the desk. He picked up his laptop from his bag, resuming his unfinished work. 

Christian just stared at his laptop screen for hours, and didn't even made any progress. His co-workers, especially Isaiah couldn't stand it anymore so he confronted him. "What's the matter?" Isaiah worriedly asked. Christian turned his gaze to Isaiah and just gave him a shrug. Isaiah sighed, as he pats Christian's shoulder. "If you are feeling pressured because the submission is near, don't be. SC-PHI chose the best author to represent our publishing, and it's you. We all got your back, don't forget that." He said trying to cheer up his colleague. Christian gave him a weak smile. "Now, don't steal my role. I should be the cold one, since I'm The Winter." Isaiah chuckled. Christian's forehead creased as if he was confused. "The Winter, what?" He asked. Isaiah showed his phone screen to Christian, specifically the article regarding The Seasons of Novelist. Christian was surprised that a certain group of novelist is existing, but he's even more surprised that he is included. "Why am I even included? I am nothing compare to you, and the other two." He said. Isaiah gave him a stern look, giving chills to Christian's spine. "I'm going to repeat what I said earlier. SC-PHI chose THE BEST author to represent our publishing in the Novel Prize Awards, and they sent you. Which means you are THE BEST author in this publishing." He said with a serious tone, giving emphasis to the word 'The best.' Christian is more pressured that Isaiah mentioned 'the best.' But he is more focused that Isaiah is giving him encouragement. Just like The Winter, He is cold but not this time. "Jokes on them, the four of us are already close friends when we were still in college." Christian chuckled. 

Christian told Isaiah that he will leave early. He had something to submit to his Grammar Analyst tonight, and wind up a bit after. Isaiah just nodded and waved at him. 1:48PM. The time when Christian left, is also the time when Ezekiel's shift will start. Christian looked at the ground while walking outside the building. In result of his action, someone bumped into his shoulder. He was about to apologize but when he looked back, he saw the person running as if the person is up to something important. He shrugged and continued to walk towards his condo.

Ezekiel rushed on the street, hoping that he would meet Christian so that he could explain what he meant on the phone call. On his way, he bumped into someone but he didn't bother. Instead, he ran inside the building. The staffs were giving him a weird stare but he ignored them. He reached Christian's office and saw Isaiah. He approached Isaiah immediately. "Where's Christian?" Ezekiel said while catching his breath. "He just left few minutes ago. He said he had to do something." Isaiah responded while looking at the papers he was holding. He felt that something is going on between the two of them. 'Christian was acting weird earlier. And now, Ezekiel is ten minutes early from his shift, and rushing just to find Christian. Suspicious.' He thought to himself. "What happened?" He asked concerned. Ezekiel let out a sigh before answering Isaiah's question. "I may have said something bad to him." He chuckled nervously. Isaiah just laughed to his sentiments. "Well, aside for your issues with Christian, the boards had sent something for you. A new big project." He said while looking at below his desk to find the file. "Oh, there is it." He took the short black envelope and handed it to Ezekiel. "Make sure to submit a report immediately. I know you knew this already." He added while chuckling. Ezekiel just walked away and went to his desk. "You are unlucky today." Isaiah said to himself, as he lets out a chuckle returning to his work. 

'I completely forget about this.' Ezekiel thought. Recently, the boards promoted him to be the new editor-in-chief. His new position made his life even more harder. He was obliged to also check his co-editors work and give feedbacks and comments.  It is also the reason why he seldom use his phone, his work is piled up. Giving Christian a Grammar Analyst is his plan because he can't give his 100% focus to Christian's work anymore. He doesn't want half-assed work when it comes to his author. Now, he forgot to construct a written report regarding to the weekly perfomance of his co-editors. 'Why did I even agreed to this!' He slammed his keyboard, resulting to his co-editors looked at him. "What?" He gave them a fierced look that made them go back to their work. 'Damn it.'

Christian finished the revisions earlier than he thought, as he sends the softcopy through e-mail. He also faxed the hardcopy to Joyce. He sent a text message to Joyce, informing her that he is finished with the revisions. Suddenly, his phone rang. He looked at who's the caller and realized it was Ezekiel. He felt the sudden anger arising from him, but he calmed himself. He answered the phone call. 'I'm not immature to reject his call, even though I'm mad.'

"What's up?" Christian asked with a serious tone, while gritting his teeth. "I'm coming over." Ezekiel just plainly said. Christian raised an eyebrow before he complained. "Maybe next time, I'm going out for a walk." Christian said as he took his scarf from the closet. "Too late, I'm in front of your unit. Open the door." Ezekiel said. Christian was stunned. 'Are you freaking serious?' He sighed in defeat and went to the doorway to meet Ezekiel. 'I planned to unwind, but you freaking showed up.' He thought in dismay, as he opens the door revealing a smiling Ezekiel. 'Are you here to mock me?' He said behind his back. "Come in." Christian said coldly, walking towards his living room. "Make it quick, I'm unwinding tonight." He added. Ezekiel took a deep breath before explaining things. "Regarding to what I said in the phone call, I--" He was cut off by Christian. "No worries, it's alright. I'm doing actually fine. To be honest, a lot better with--" He stopped when he saw Ezekiel's furious face. "That's why you misunderstood things, you never let people have a chance to explain." He said. "The reason why I said that because, I was promoted. I am now the new editor-in-chief. So, I can't focus on editing your work. I know it's a stupid move of me to tell you I can't edit your work anymore but that's not what I mean. I can't just give you half-assed work, especially it is for the Novel Prize Award. That's also the reason why I am not picking your calls and hiring a grammar analyst for you. I became so busy." He explained. Christian jaw dropped, not because of the information he said but the thought that Ezekiel explaining himself. Christian just clapped his hands. "What? You are now mocking me?" Ezekiel raised his voice. Christian chuckled and shook his head. "It is an appreciation clap because you are now the editor-in-chief, and you learned to explain yourself" He said, as he laughs. "Yeah, that's what I get." Ezekiel responded. Christian patted Ezekiel's shoulder and gave him a warm smile. "Congratulations, Mr. Editor-in chief. The night is still young, let's celebrate." He offered. Ezekiel accepted Christian's offer as they decided to eat in a fancy restaurant. 

On their way to a fancy restaurant, Christian spoke. "By the way, I'm finished with the whole novel. I can't wait to submit it." He said. "Let me read it first before you submit it. I'm still your editor, Dummy." Ezekiel responded. "Fine, here you go." Christian chuckled as he handed his hardcopy of the novel he wrote. When Ezekiel was about to take it, a blinding light caught their attention. The loud noises of the car horn made them realized that they were about to crash to a truck. Christian screamed, until his vision turned pitch black. 

Welcome back.

Christian Simoune, a famous author.  Throughout his journey, he faced a lot of challenges. Unfortunately, He tends to feel burned-out writing because of those challenges. As time passes by, he experienced unusual events.  Will it help him reach his goals despite of the challenges he is facing?

But after a long time, His journey reached to an end. Is he happy? Is he satisfied? But the important question is, 

"Did he reached his goal?"

Christian was unable to find any way to find Sebastian innocent. He tried to let it go but it kept coming back to him. While everything pointed that Sebastian was guilty, his gut told him otherwise. He thought maybe finding the real perpetrator would help. But who was the real perpetrator? He failed to figure it out.
There were numerous guests and all of them were potential suspects. It's been a few days, and it was time for the guests to return. It won't be fair to keep them here on the basis of some incident which was questionable enough to make a convincing case. Christian was busy trying to keep the balance between pack duties, now that his brother decided to devote his entire time on his mate, so that didn't leave him with much time to investigate.
He finally managed to make out some time from his busy schedule and decided to visit Sebastian. The moment he stepped out of the door Caleb ended up calling for him. He got delayed by the request but nevertheless, there was no reason he won't be able to make it.
Once again, on his way out he ended up running into Cyrus. "Hello there", Cyrus presented him with his creepy smile. "I have been told that you would drive me to the airport"?
Christian frowned. It was Caleb's job now. Now that his mate was out of rut, it was his turn to take back his responsibilities. He linked his brother only to get a very short response, [Can't. Heat.] How convenient. Few days early and their rut and heat could have synced perfectly.
"Yeah, come with me". Christian gave him a polite nod before asking him to follow him. To be honest this short trip might turn into a blessing in disguise. He wouldn't admit it out loud, yet, but his prime suspect was definitely Cyrus. It was frustrating that he was leaving already, but if he planned on going against him, he had to be very careful. Christian was furious, not crazy.
The entire way Christian remained focussed on the road thus remaining quiet, or at least that was his pretense. He was mainly trying to observe Cyrus's actions, trying his best to figure out what his special power might be. He just hoped it's not mind reading or else he would have been screwed.
He also kind of hoped it's getting inside people's heads though, because that would pose a perfect way to make Sebastian do what he did. He knew it wasn't Cyrus who drugged him, because he remembered while he walked inside the building, it already reeked of the alpha's smell. Whatever happened with Sebastian was clearly after that, so it seemed a bit unlikely.
He even pulled the footage and saw that no one spiked his drinks or anything. He kept ordering and the bartender kept filling him up. At this point he was almost convinced that maybe he had been a poor judge of character and it was Sebastian who was guilty, except something didn't feel right.  
"You are awfully quiet". Cyrus asked Christian, taking a break from staring out of the window.
"I am a quiet guy". Christian replied with a flat expression.
"Everything alright with your brother"? Cyrus questioned further.  
"I can assure you it is,". Christian replied with a polite smile.  
Unable to hold the conversation, Cyrus let it go. Christian dropped him off while maintaining an extremely professional rapport. Despite his suspicion he tried his best not to let it become obvious.  
By the time he was back, it was pretty late for him to visit. And some of the work required his immediate attention, so he was engrossed in pack duties once more. He barely had time to investigate a minor case, he can't imagine how he will give him mate and family time in future. No wonder his father is always so distant, a pack this huge indeed is a lot of work.
The St Demoir Cellar was a place that was quite dark in his own way. That place can take a physical and mental toll on anyone who stays there for long. Christian needed to transfer him to the dungeon now that Ashton was out of the cell, so at night when it was time to sleep, he decided to head for St Demoir Cellar.
He was about to call out to him but when he found him lying down on the floor peacefully he didn't have the heart to wake him up. Nevertheless, he needed to shift him so he woke him up. He called out to him several times before he finally received a response. "What the hell"!! A snark came out of his mouth but his eyes were still closed.
"You need to wake up"? Christian insisted.
"Why"!? "My life wasn't enough that you decided to screw up my sleep as well" He sat up and glared at him. "Why are you here"?
"To get you out of here" Christian declared. He saw a tinge of hope in a face masked with confusion and frustration. He realised how his words could be misleading, so he clarified himself fast. "I mean this cell. You can stay at the one in our house".
Sebastian scoffed, "What difference does it make? It's just another prison!".
"It's better than this". Christian insisted.
"Yeah, right" Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Definitely much better".  
Christian sighed at the sarcasm before he said, "Look I know this is not ideal, but trust me, it's better to get out of this place. Now, come on".
"Sure, it's not like I have much of a choice now, do I". A very sarcastic smile was displayed on Sebastian's face.
Christian pressed his tongue against his cheek before he said, "Really? Then go ahead, tell me, where would you like to go"?  
"I would like to be set free! This is ridiculous! You barely have any evidence against me! Why am I being held captive"? Sebastian shrieked. Last time he was confronted he was somewhat sure that sooner or later he would be out of this place. That if he endured it for the time being this nightmare would be over. However, after spending his past few days in this nightmarish hole, he was running out of endurance.
"Because that bare evidence is all the evidence we have. That's the problem, you are our only lead, and we have no other choice but to keep you in here". Christian tried to explain his best. He could understand Sebastian's frustration, but he couldn't actually help him much. "If you can help us, maybe we wouldn't need to keep you in here. So, for now, please comply". Christian pleaded.
"I tried to help, didn't I? I told you everything I knew, everything that happened that day, but what for? Apparently all are dead ends. What more do you want me to do"? Sebastian spat, enraged and frustrated.
"Just, comply with what I ask to not make things worse. I will have my brother go through everything I did, now that he is available, and hopefully he will find a clue. If you are in the house it would be easier for me to get you out. This place is quite far from there, I cannot always come here". Christian tried his best to convince the other man.
"Alright" Sebastian sighed. Christian was skeptical if he would try to run or not, but he was glad that he didn't. "Not gonna put cuffs on me"? Sebastian asked when Christian dragged him by his hand instead of doing anything shady.
"I am trying to trust you. Don't make me regret this" he looked at him straight in the eye before declaring. He brought his car this time, despite the rocky roads. Sebastian, who was sitting on the shotgun seat drifted off many times before jolting back up. From time to time, Christian would look at the man sitting next to him and see the innocent sleepy face that tugged at his heartstrings.  
He hated unfair judgements, and he did his best whenever he was needed. But, even in those times, when the law was being unfair, the people wronged had someone next to them, to support them. Sebastian however came here all alone, and no one was here to advocate on his behalf. Maybe that's why he felt too obliged to help the other.
He once saw this man in a magazine, and the smile on his face was indeed quite believable. Who knew that the same person was this lonely. He wasn't much aware of his history, but all of his family was indeed dead. Maybe having a pack next to him would have sufficed, but unfortunately he was a rogue. Alas, he couldn't make such important judgments based on his personal feelings so he had to consider Sebastian as one of the bad guys at this moment.
"We are here" Christian shook him awake while he looked around. Sebastian didn't resist much and simply followed Christian. The dungeon looked way less aggressive. Sebastian laid down immediately without bothering to undergo any casual exchange, and before he knew it he was sound asleep.
Like Sebastian's first day in  St Demoir Cellar, Christian brought him a pillow and a rug in case he needed it before locking the cellar once more for the second time this week.


Ashton is an Alpha who hides who he is due to the fear of being feared, and Caleb is an omega who hides his identity since he hates the way omegas are mistreated. Both of them gave up on the thought of ever having a relationship, even if they find their fated mates.

What happens when these two meet and their biggest secrets unfold. Will this bring them closer? Can they fight their feelings despite not wanting to?


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"The way spoke in front of them, you almost had me convinced that you liked me", Ashton snorted.
"I do". Caleb confessed. 
With widened eyes, Ashton struggled to ask, "Is this... another one of you jokes"?
"No. I really like you. I have liked you for a long time". He said, biting his lips, awaiting the rejection.
"I thought you hate Alphas". Ashton wondered.
"Not you". Caleb declared.
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"Loser!"

"Poor woman!"

"Weirdo!"

"Ugly!"

"Loner!"

"Bitch!"

 That's what Chloe's always heard when she entered the school. 

 Chloe Villaflor is a seventeen years old girl who lived in Trinity Ville. Where every house is far from each other. She is the only child. Her mother died when she gave birth to her. Chloe's father was the only person she had.
 
Chloe is a kind-hearted, respectful and industrious. She has been a working student, she keeps on working just to have an extra income to support herself, sustain their needs and to help her father.

 After class, Chloe went to her work as a waitress in a coffee shop and went back home late at night. Even in their house, Chloe is still the one who cleaned their house, washing dishes and cooked for her father.

 Her father went back home late at night and drunk. Their neighbors, friends, relatives and also Chloe have no idea that her father took drugs. Chloe was molested by her father. He kept on hurting Chloe because every time he missed his wife, he used to blame Chloe because she's the reason why his wife died. Chloe can't fight and all she needs is to cry.
 
Chloe traumatized because of what happened. She used to say nothing when she went to school. Her teacher saw the bruises and scratched into her body. 

"What happened to you, Chloe? Are you alright? Where did you get that bruises in your face and in your body?" Her teacher asked. But Chloe used to say nothing. Her teacher only knew that she was hurt by her father.
 
She's trying her best to finish her studies and to achieve her dreams, so she can go away far from her father.

 Chloe just ignores those hurtful words that she heard. But when her best friend named Tina was the one who heard those hurtful words. She always tries her best to save Chloe from them. They know about the secrets and personality of each other, and for five years of being a best friend, they did not keep secrets from each other.

 Chloe and Tina were on their way home when they saw Christian. Christian is also the best friend of Tina and he has hidden feelings for Chloe. 

"Christian!" called Tina. Christian nods her head as a response and he turned his eyes to Chloe, whose silent and busy observing the things around her.

"I just wanted to invite you to watch our basketball game later," Christian asked with smiling. Tina looked at Chloe with a confused face. 

"Alright!" said Chloe.

"Are you sure?" asked Christian.

"Yes! We were going!" Tina shouted because of so much excitement.

 Tina thought that Chloe wasn't able to go because she knew that Chloe has anything to do with her work.

A short story about a girl who made one mistake, and an even bigger one by taking her own life.

In a certain household in Japan, a woman was getting dressed up. She tied her hair and put on her uniform, she went downstairs and to the living room, there she saw an old man.

"You got up early Chris," said the old man. Sora Tsunade, a retired hitman, known as the best hitman Japan has ever known, this man has fought people like the white snake, the phantom, and the Monster of the Arawan family. He had been assigned over six-hundred assignments, and completed ninety-nine percent of them, now he spends time staying at home making manga. 

"Of course, it's my big day," the woman excitedly exclaimed, her grip on her bag was tight, "I-it is m-my first day in my f-f-f-"

"C'mon Chris you can get it out." 

"FULL-TIME JOB!!!"

"YAY!!!" Sora shouted in excitement, "Be sure to be safe at all costs and be sure to impress everybody so you can get a promotion," Sora commented as Chris opened the front door.

"Alright, see you," the woman waved at Sora who waved back, when the woman left the house, Sora took a breath of relief.

"I wish you were here, Seiko. I know you'll be the proudest parent in this world," Sora exclaimed while looking at the roof, "Though, I might be a challenge for that title." 

Christina Tsunade, age twenty-three, engaged to Lucifer Arawan. After graduating college with flying colors, Chris took a year as a pro judo fighter, after that she began to find a full-time job. She did this for the one who she was waiting for, her fiance Shinabaru Arawan. If she gets a job then Shinabaru could just relax at their home, "Okay, this is it. I just need this job, then Shinabaru will move in, and we'll have fifteen kids and live our lives as a happy couple," Chris was nodding to herself, the people around her didn't hear what she could think so they just saw someone nodding.

Meanwhile, in the city of Cebu…

"Mister, can I have your number please?" a woman asked a man who was wearing a suit and had his slicked-back spiky golden hair.

"Sorry miss, I'm married," the man politely remarked, but five shirtless men with tattoos surround the woman.

"Ya hear that? Our young master's got a gurl already ight, you better surrey off before we get forceful 'ere,' ' a man with a scar on his chest threatened the woman, he was speaking in a threatening manner that made the woman scared.

"O-okay," the woman ran as fast as possible in the opposite direction.

"You know you didn't have to go that far," Lucifer Arawan, age twenty-three, engaged to Christina Tsunade. After he left, Shinabaru had been hunting down the Aquino family left and right, to go to his fiance as fast as possible.

"BUT MASTER, YOU BELONG TO ONLY MADAME CHRISTINA, NOT THESE STREET RATS!!!"

"Yeah, only to Madame Christina… by the way, master, how many children do you want?" 

"WHAT!!?!?!?!" the man exclaimed, his cheeks began to turn red, "W-why do you ask this question Daniel?" 

"Dunno sir, but I just wanna know." 

"Fine, I wanna have… two kids, a boy, and a girl, I'll name the boy Dese, and the girl will be named Nutes," the man confidently said, the five men started laughing.

"Oh, oh my gosh, I-I, I can't top la-HAHAHAHA!!" 

"Madame needs to be the one that names your kids master, to be blunt, these names suck."

"YOU GUYS ARE THE ONE WHO WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT MY FUTURE KIDS!!!" the man yelled out, he pouted and began walking off.

It had been six years since Chris and Shinabaru had met, Shinabaru said to his fiance that he can't respond to anyone's texts because he wants his return to be extra.

"I swear, if my father could take care of himself and I knew the language I would've gone to the Philippines," Chris thought, she was missing Shinabaru and since Npc took the dogs and Christian and Tsuyuki got a house, there's not interesting stuff happening in the Tsunade household, "I still remember when we were teens, Shinabaru used to throw pillows at Christian who replied with by throwing kitchen utensils," Chris recalled the memories of what she called, 'the good old days'

"Oi little lady, you look pretty cute, you wanna hang out?" a man called out for Chris, he was wearing a smug smile, he put his arm around Chris' neck.

"What do you think you're doing? I have a husband," Chris threateningly claimed while trying to remove the arm around her neck.

"Oh c'mon girl, you're just playing hard to get, what about this husband of yours? Something he can't see won't hurt him," when the man said this, Chris sighed, "Oh? So you finally accepted?" 

Chris looked at the man, then looked at an old lady next to them, "Hey miss, can I use self-defense in this situation?" she asked the old lady.

"S-sure," the old lady cautiously said.

"What does that me-" before the man realized it, he was elbowed at the ribs, Chris then grabbed his hand and threw him to the concrete ground.
"Miss can you call the ambulance for me, I am Christina Tsunade, age twenty-three, engaged, please inform them to alert me of any charges after five o clock, thank you very much," Chris requested the old lady who was a little shocked, Chris then ran as fast as possible to her workplace.

"Well well well, isn't it lady iron?" a black-haired man said in a deep and powerful voice, he had red eyes and his tall stature made him feel intimidating.

"Shut up brother, I barely made it on my first day, cut me some slack would you?" Chris hissed at the man who took a step back.

Christian Tsunade, the right-hand man of the chairman of one of the most successful businesses in Japan. The duo of Christian Tsunade and the founder, Ragushi Jemuzu, is unrivaled in Japan, "If I recall correctly, you will be working in the finance section?" Christian asked, he was carrying papers while walking with his sister.

"Yeah, why? Is it hard there?" Chris pondered, Christian merely shrugged.

"Eh, it's a hit or miss, those who apply in finance either quit in a week or become one of the best workers of this company," Christian informed, even though her experiences of jobs were choking people out, Chris was confident.

"I got this," she encouraged herself, Christian thought of something that made him laugh, "WHAT IS IT?!?!?" she roared at him.

"I wonder when Shinabaru would come back, and I wonder what he'll think of your abs," this thought of Christian earned him a throw to the ground, "MY PAPERS!!!" he called out.

"Now what kind of question was that?" Chris angrily exclaimed.

"Dunno felt like saying it."

"Speaking of which… How is Motoharu?" Chris asked, Christian sighed while trying to get his papers back.

"I don't know how many sleepless nights I've had, Yashiro's a monster for sleeping even through the crying of the beast baby known as Motoharu. To answer your question, yes he's been doing good. Little man can hold himself without his parents, or Oshina is just such a good caretaker, I do feel bad for him, Motoharu, Jin, Kinra, Yuki, Sui, and Irahara. Six toddlers he's taking care of, while their parents are off doing work, well at least Jin and Irahara are his own but still," Christian exclaimed, he was shaking.

"Don't worry brother, you're a good dad, you just need to spend more time with them," Chris encouraged her brother, then a thought came to her, "I have a plan," she opened her phone and typed something, "There." 

"What did you do?" Christian asked, but when he checked his phone he understood.

A few hours later.

"Ehhh? What do you mean, Oshina is the best dad, he takes care of six children and gets as much pay as me," a woman argued, she was clearly drunk and was waving her beer bottle.

"Nagisa dear, please calm yourself, the kids are watching you," a man wearing glasses took the beer from the woman's hands, "No beer for you tonight."

"Thought so, Christian truly is the best dad, like look, Motoharu and him are already playi- MOTOHARU WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO YOUR FATHER!!!" Shirou Tsunade, a co-worker of her husband Christian Tsunade. The two are a healthy middle-class couple, "Let go of your father's hair," their one-year-old baby, Motoharu Tsunade, was pulling his father's hair so hard that Christian was tearing up.

"Please spare me Motoharu," Christian cried out, Yashiro was trying to get Motoharu, but the more she pulled the more Motoharu pulls at Christian's hair.

"Imagine having a wife," Npc Png, a pet store owner. Due to his height, everyone thought he would become a pro basketball player, but instead, he became a pet store owner, with his luck and some skill his pet store has become one of the biggest in the city. But he is still single, and he hates it.

"D-don't worry Npc, I know you'll find a wife someday. You're just a late-bloomer that's all, plus having two dogs is like having two kids right?" Kurapa patted Npc's back as he took a sip of beer.

"How about me, am I a good father?" Ragushi Jemuzu, a successful businessman and the C.E.O of a very successful company.

"Sure~" his wife replied in an unsure tone. Jemuzu took a massive hit to his ego as a father.

"Kinra, Yuki, Sui, please tell me I'm a good papa," Jemuzu begged his three daughters, even though these kids were just a year old, when he looked away from their father in disgust, Jemuzu began to cry to his wife.

"C'mon Ragushi, man up would you?" his wife gave him a few pats to the head.

"Talking about husbands, Chris? When are you going to get one?" the wife of Kurapa questioned Chris, she was a little taken back by the question.

"Uh… I think two more years?" Chris replied, she had been in touch with Angelo, Angel, and Alessia, but not with her fiance, "I hope he comes soon," she said to herself while whining while Motoharu Tsunade waddled to her auntie.

"Bopo," the child spoke as everyone died of cuteness.

"Thank you Motoharu," Chris picked up her niece and started playing with him.

While everyone was doing their own thing, the door opened to reveal two people, one was a girl holding on to the arms of a boy with a huge smile on his face, "Yo Samuel and Yashiro what took you that long," Npc greeting the two as they entered the room.

"Guys, we have an announcement," Samuel Briggs, the highest-paid chef in the world. His food is described as the 'food of heaven' Billionaires and Politicians always go to his restaurant for the best food they have ever eaten.

"Yeah, what is it?" asked Christian, he was wondering why the two looked so happy, Tsuyuki was grabbed into Samuel's hand tightly while making happy noises, and Samuel had a wide smile on his face.

"You wanna say it to them Nanaka?" Samuel asked the girl who was holding his arm, Nanaka Tsuyuki is one of the best models of the world, her beauty had made her very successful.

"Sure," she softly said, "I-I'd l-like to i-i-i-invite all of y-you t-to our… wedding," when Tsuyuki said this, everyone's jaw dropped.

"YOU TWO ARE MARRIED!?!??!" questioned Npc, his heart was aching because he's the only person in their friend group that is not engaged.

"Wow, congrats," Chris exclaimed, she stood up and took Tsuyuki to the girls, meanwhile the boys were cheering Samuel on.

"WOOO!!! YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!!!" yelled Jemuzu.

"That was pretty gamer," commented Npc.

"Nice," Christian gave a simple thumbs up.

"If you get kids, alert me, I'll take care of them," suggested Kurapa.

"Poko," Motoharu said, Samuel picked up the small child.

"Yeah, in a week we're going to Okinawa to hold our marriage. We also invited some special guests," Samuel mysteriously uttered, but Motoharu began to pull Samuel's hair, "C'mon Motoharu, don't do this to your favorite uncle."

"Lies, I'm his favorite uncle," commented Npc.

A week later.

On one of the beaches in Okinawa, a lot of people were gathering, "Do we have enough for four-hundred people?" asked Christian who was wearing a fashionable suit.

"We've got five-hundred so don't worry about it, Oshina is already teaching one of Tsuyuki's nieces how to walk with the ring," Jemuzu responded, and Christian was sorting up the guest list and the event of the wedding.

"So the dance will be at twelve, the fashion competition is at one, then we eat at three, and the swimming at four?" asked Christian while reading papers.

"Precisely," Jemuzu certified.

Meanwhile, in the groom's room, "Should I do my hair like this, or like this," Samuel was wearing a white suit, he was combing his hair.

"Dunno man, the last one looked better, how about the normal husband look," Npc stated, he was helping Samuel prepare for his wedding.

"What do you mean the normal husband look?" Samuel asked, Npc got up and started doing Samuel's hair.

"Oh yeah I have a question, is it alright to have two best men?" Npc pondered.

"Yeah, and remember, it's not best man, it's the brotherhood," said Samuel who had a smile on his face, "Plus, it's not only you two," this response made Npc wonder.

"What does that mean?" he asked, but when Samuel looked at him, "What are you looking at me for… OHHHH, I get it," as Npc got what it meant, a car pulled up to the place.

Two men with black suits got out of the car and began to open the doors, five figures were in the car, "Yay we're here," a woman celebrated as everyone took a step back.

"It's the Arawans," one of the guests exclaimed.

"Don't worry everyone, we're not here to make trouble, we were invited, so we'll try to be the best people we can be," a black-haired man calmly stated, it was the grandmaster of the Arawan family, Angelo Arawan.

"Yeah, we will not do any bad stuff," the woman who was celebrating was Angel Briggs, the sister-in-law of Samuel Briggs.

"Angel, can you calm down for a moment," the woman's husband, one of the most intelligent men on the planet, Owen Briggs.

"Are you alright dear?" a woman asked inside the car, it was the puppetmaster of the Arawan family, Alessia Arawan. She was speaking to a shaking person.

"I-I-I'm a little worried, Chris is here mother, I don't know if she's going to be angry or happy," the man was Lucifer Arawan, the leader of the Arawan family.

"She's your wife, isn't she? She'll be happy I know it, it's okay to get hit by her, actually, it's understandable. Your beloved husband hasn't been texting or talking to you for six years," Alessia taunted him while getting out of the car, "Just go for it."

"Fine," Shinabaru signed, when he got out of the car everyone was in awe.

"Is that the Devil of the Arawan family?" one guest uttered.

"No way, it's the Spider."

"The golden demon."

"Wow, a few more and you'll surpass me in nicknames," Angelo casually quipped, Shinabaru just shrugged.

"Let's see how many I can get in a year," Shinabaru responded, he began to walk off to the wedding area. Shinabaru walked around the place, then he found a flower garden, "I guess this is where the fashion competition is going to take place?" he said to himself, but when he turned a corner someone accidentally bumped into him, "Sorry miss, I didn't see you the-" what he saw shocked him, it was a fair maiden with black hair and blue eyes, she was wearing a beautiful blue dress and her hair was decorated, "Chris?"

Chris jolted in shock, she slowly lifted her head and her blues eyes met his golden eyes, "S-Shinabaru?" she stuttered while embracing the man tightly, "Why… why… WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE ME ANY HEAD UP!!!" Chris threw Shinabaru to the ground, even though years of battle, Shinabaru couldn't react fast enough, maybe because of his happiness, so he fell to the ground hard.

"S-six years and this is how you treat me?" Shinabaru questioned. Chris was feeling so many emotions, first, she was happy, then angry, after that she was even more happy. when Shinabaru got up, Chris embraced him.

"Six years I've been waiting idiot," she exclaimed, tears were flowing from her eyes, Shinabaru smiled, a small tear fell from his eyes.

"And one more and I'll be with you," he returned the embrace, "You look more… mature," Shinabaru bit his own tongue when he looked at Chris' breasts, "Dammit… wait, isn't Chris my wife?" 

"Same to you, you're not that midget anymore, plus slicking your hair back looks better in my opinion," Chris examined Shinabaru, he was still slim like before but with some muscles, he was only a little shorter than Samuel, and Chris noticed a small scar on his cheek.

"Thanks, how's everyone?" Shinabaru sat down, Chris followed while they began to talk again in over six years.

"Sora is doing good, Christian and Shirou are very successful, Samuel and Nanaka are world-famous, and Npc is still single," when Chris mentioned the gang, Shinabaru realized something.

"Geez I forgot, I gotta go, Chris, I was invited to be one of the best men," Shinabaru stated, he got up, "I'll meet you later," he lifted Chris and kissed her, "Love you," Shinabaru proceeded to run to the wedding area, leaving Chris bewildered.

After a few minutes, everyone was sitting on their chairs, "So Samuel chose three men for the best men?" asked Jemuzu who was cradling one of his daughters.

"Yeah, Nanaka also chose Chris as the maiden of honor," replied Kurapa, but then the announcer came in.

"We are all gathered here to celebrate the marriage of Samuel Briggs, and Nanaka Tsuyuki," he announced, everyone in the room was clapping, "We may now present the groom and his bes-" before the announcer could finish, the door was slammed open.

Behind the door were four people, one was a red-haired man with piercing blue eyes, he was wearing a red tuxedo. Another was a blacked haired man, he was wearing a black tuxedo, his red eyes were the scariest out of the four. The third one was a golden-haired man, with a white tuxedo, this one had a smile on his face, his golden eyes made him look like royalty. The last was a man with brown hair, he was wearing a blue tuxedo, it was the groom, Samuel Briggs.

"It seems we came too early," Christian exclaimed.

"Eh, let's go," Samuel declared as they began to walk to the stage.

"I can't believe it took you six years to propose Samuel," taunted Shinabaru.

"How about you? Leaving Chris not even proposing to her," replied Npc.

"Fine, I'll come back, in a year though, my job needs me," Shinabaru stated.

"Remember when we were just teens, now look at us," Christian said, he had a smile on his face.

"Slightly more mature teens?" replied Shinabaru, the four of them giggled.

"Ah man, that was good. Chaos truly is a place for us losers eh?" 

"Christian you gotta stop with that catchphrase man."

Christian Tsunade a high schooler in the respected Sakura academy, but Christian is a boy that get pissed easily, and because of this he can be violent, being someone who beats up people he is hated by almost everyone in the academy, but one day changed that, three people helped Christian to accept people and value their company, but the more Christian knew about these people the more he saw their own hell, and now Christian tries to help his friends that helped him.

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