Liza : 16 years
Location : London 

I slowly open my eyes and look around. I was in someone else's bedroom. There's a half naked girl lying next to me. I try my best to recall what happened the other night.

The last thing I remember was drinking a bottle of beer and what happened after that seemed like a mystery. I try to sneak out of the bed, quietly, making making sure she I didn't wake her. I remove the bed covers and that's when I noticed it, my top was missing. 

WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES ? 

My body went into panic mode and I begin to shiver. I desperately try to cover myself using the bed covers. 

Phone rings.

🎶Somebody wants you
Somebody needs you
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can't breathe, without you it's lonely
Somebody hopes that one day you will see
That somebody's me🎶

It was Jessica on the phone.

"Jess are you alright?" I ask her frantically.

"Yeah, I'm home. Did you reach home safely yesterday?". 

"I don't know where I am. I think, I'm still at that party house." I answer her trying to cover my nakedness with the pink bed covers.

"What the hell? Are you okay, Liza?" Jessica asks in a concerned tone. 

"Hey, stop the blabbering. I'm trying to sleep over here." says the mystery girl, half asleep, putting her arms around my waist, pulling me towards her.

"Liza get out of there now. I'll come get you." yells Jessica.

I push the girls hands away and get out of the bed covers and look for my clothes. I couldn't find them anywhere. Finally I find a black top beneath the bed covers. The girl was lying on top of it. I try my best to pull it.

" What the hell are you doing?? I'm trying to  sleep here!!" shouts the girl pulling me by my hand.

I fall on top of her. Our bodies touch and I lock eyes with her. The first thing I noticed was her eyes. It resembled that of Joan's.

"Hey!! Let me go!!". I tell her trying to pull away from her embrace. 

" No...go to sleep Liz". She says wrapping her arms around my waist hugging me even tighter.

How did she know my name? Did I tell it to her? 

My body began to quiver and I try my best to pull away but I couldn't. I finally give up and lie frozen on top of her, my ears against her chest, loosing myself to the tranqualizing sound  of her heart beats and wait for her to fall asleep.

I don't know why but I felt a sense of security when she embraced me in her soft arms. I could feel the heat of her skin against mine. It felt good and calming.

I examine her face. Beautiful thick brows, fair skin, pink lips, straight nose, curved long eye lashes, chubby cheeks, defined jawline. Somehow, she reminded me of Joan. I reach out and cup her face with my hands. I see her smile like a new born baby. Tears begin to drip from my eyes. Something in my heart kept whispering not to let this girl go. To grab hold onto her. 

Once she fell asleep, I pull the top slowly from beneath the covers and run out of the room. 

The house was covered in beer bottles, cups and glitter. Some boys lay asleep on floor, wasted. I walk past them, silently, like a cat, making sure I made no unnecessary noise and wait for Jessica to arrive.

//Slow Burn// Romance// Mystery// //LGBT// //Coming of age// //Angst, confusion//

This is a story of two best friends, Liza and Joan. 

Destiny brought them together when they were thirteen years of age. Then life puts them on a roller-coaster and let them ride for ten long years.

"Clare, you have a visitor," Drew yells from downstairs.

I sigh and snuggle back under the covers. Over the last two days I've found myself in bed any moment I wasn't at the center trying to calm the fears of everyone there. My idea of hiding under the covers seemed the reasonable choice for dealing with my own insecurities and sadness. Saturday morning is my time to lie in bed and wallow. Everyone should get a good wallow period after a breakup, right? I haven't had a chance to really wallow.

Footsteps pound on the stairs, the walls shaking. I hold my breath and wait to find out if it's one RDA girl who showed up or if they came with the whole crew. I didn't make the breakup public knowledge, but I'm sure it's made the rounds by now. They have alarm devices implanted on them that light up whenever anyone's in trouble. Although, if I'm honest, having girlfriends right now isn't so bad. There's a chance they brought ice cream. Please let them have ice cream.

And liquor.

Drew's head clears my doorway, but he stops before entering my room. Which is suspicious. "You need to go downstairs and talk to him."

I sit up in bed. "You did not?" My best friend in the entire world is not stupid enough to let Grant Moore III in our house.

"What was I supposed to do, Clare? He's taken up station on our front porch."

He did. I can't believe he did. "I have nothing else to say to him."

"Well then let him talk," Drew says and then his head disappears. His door shuts across the hall a few seconds later.

There's nothing more either of us should have to say to one another. Grant had his chance to explain Thursday. I've watched what happens to a woman when she loses herself for a man and I'm determined to never let it happen to me.

I throw back the covers and slide my sock-covered feet out of bed. I've been unable to get warm since Thursday night. The rain seeped into my skin reducing my core temperature. I tug on my red flannel pajama pants pulling them up so I look a bit put together. The Giants t-shirt I stole from Grant after the baseball game is another matter. I'm unwilling to let him see me wearing it so I hurry to throw on a clean sweatshirt. The San Francisco Youth Center's logo is prominently displayed on the left side as another reminder to Grant of his actions. I have to live with them every day. So should he.

My feet are slow going down the steps. Grant stands in the entryway and I stop before I make it to him. There are dark circles under his eyes and he hasn't put gel in his hair this morning. The strands cling to the side more from his fingers than the style. He's wearing his normal Grant gear — a pair of jeans and a dark blue polo shirt — but the shirt is at least two sizes too big. Frankly he looks like hell. Which is hard for Grant.

It's nice to know he's as affected by our breakup as I am. As soon as the words crawl into my brain space, I mentally slap myself. I'm not ready to hit the angry phase of this breakup. I'm still in the middle of sadness. I haven't had the wallow yet.

"Clare," he says my name and takes a step forward, but I raise a hand out to block the path.

I'm not strong enough for Grant to touch me. If I allow that, we'll end up in a hug, and then I'll cry and get snot all over his shirt. It will be horrible and in the end it won't change anything.

He lowers his hands and turns back to the open front door. On the porch sit two large brown boxes stacked on top of one another. In front of them a large vase of lilies. The clear crystal vase is like the one I threw away last night when I came down for dinner. I don't need any more reminders of Grant in my house.

"I brought gifts."

I huff at whatever he's collected out there. "I don't want gifts."

"I need to say I'm sorry."

The empty cavity in my chest where I used to store a heart hurts. Physical pain travels through my body. The pain has to stop. I'll do anything to make it stop and get back to my pre-Grant life. "And what gifts did you bring to say you're sorry?"

Grant smiles, probably because he thinks I'm going to love his apology. More proof he doesn't get me at all. He walks to the front door and steps over the threshold stopping on the other side of the porch.

My steps follow him, but not completely out. A hand lands on the door handle and I meet his eyes for a second before I say, "I'm sorry." The door shuts, my hand refusing to let go right away.

He knocks on the wood. "Clare, don't be this way."

Slower, because I'm a little more dead inside, I latch the deadbolt and turn, walk up the stairs, and crawl into bed. The blankets cover my face and block out the light. I prefer to live in darkness for the time being.

"That was shitty." Drew rips the covers off my body and deposits them at my feet.

I grab at the pile and try to pull them up but he sits on the end of my bed. "It's funny how you want to tell me what's shitty. How about the person I thought was my best friend who let him in to begin with?"

"So this is how you plan to go on for the rest your life? You run away whenever there's a problem."

"It's worked for me so far." I make one last ditch attempt to reach the covers and tug as hard as possible, but Drew doesn't budge. I sit up, agitated that not only am I cold again, but my best friend is a moron.

He shakes his head in disbelief. "You're supposed to be the smart one."

"You're supposed to be the supportive one," I lob my insult back.

Drew stands up from the bed and takes the covers with him. "I've supported you through a lot of crap, Clare. But this decision is by far the dumbest one you've ever made."

"Excuse me? How is standing up for my morals dumb?"

"You're dumping Grant because you guys got serious, and you got scared."

My mouth drops open. "I am not. I broke up with Grant because he bought Del Fray to use their technology and then closed the plant. He's laid off employees without a single drop of concern."

Drew's expression now matches my own. "He did what?"

The few moments of adrenaline from our fight drain away leaving me more exhausted. "I really don't want to talk about it, Drew, but I couldn't stay with Grant and go to work on Monday morning."

"He didn't tell me that part of the story. Just you were upset and broke up with him without letting him fix the problem. Are you sure he bought the factory?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," I breathe out the words and lie back. "I need my best friend right now. I need you to be on my side not on his."

Drew pushes me to the side of the bed and crawls in pulling the covers up around us. "I am and forever will be on your side, Clare. Grant is now dead to any of us who live in this house." He squeezes me in a hug sure to do damage to my ribs from the tightness.

"We don't need to go so far. Just don't open the door for him anymore, please."

"Done. And to make up for my mistake, I'll cook you bacon for lunch. Put it on a sandwich."

The chime from the front doorbell punctuates the end of his words. "If you let him in the house again we will have problems," I say to Drew as he eyes my open door with distrust.

He pats my bedspread, missing my leg by a few inches. "Don't worry I think it's someone better." He pauses for a moment. "Or worse. It depends on how you look at it."

"I don't know what that means but I'm worried." I throw the covers off and follow him down the stairs my stomach tight with question.

He laughs. "It's not what you think. I scheduled a tour for our potential new roommate today."

"If you're lying and it's Grant I'm moving out."

Drew stops at the bottom of the steps waiting for me to catch up to him. "I promise I won't open the door for Grant while you're here. Come meet our new roommate. He'll be invading our kitchen and bathroom soon."

Drew is way too happy about getting a new roommate. If he hadn't already said it was a he I'd expect a platinum bottle blonde on the other side of the door.

"Where did you find this one?" I should probably change out of the flannel pajamas and sweatshirt, but it's Saturday morning and if this guy is going to live here, it's a sight he should get used to seeing.

Drew stops for a second in the entryway. "Craigslist. Where else?"

Craigslist. Of course. I roll my eyes but have a big and bright smile on my face by the time he opens the door.

It doesn't last long. I blink to make sure the man doesn't disappear. Someone is playing a practical joke on us. There's no other reason for the white guy television version of Urkel to be on our front porch.

His light-colored jeans are held up by a pair of rainbow suspenders you'd only find in a bad nineties TV show. My eyes stop abruptly on the white piece of cardboard sticking out from his white dress shirt pocket. The man is wearing a pocket protector. I didn't think those were a real product. Where do you buy a pocket protector? My smile fades as I contemplate the company who is selling these to people. Haven't they ever heard of a pen cap?



A contemporary romance series full of hot nerds from USA TODAY Bestselling Author Megan Matthews. 
San Francisco is heating up this summer.

With grad school under my belt I’m ready to start the next chapter of my life. San Francisco is a brand-new city. I have an amazing apartment, a new job, family, and friends to keep me occupied. Life in the city will be easy. Or at least it would if I could figure out why my heart skips a beat every time I see my hot neighbor.

Handsome, funny, and always around right when I need him, Finnegan McRyan is my own personal knight in shining armor. The tousled hair and sexy glasses don’t hurt his appeal either. Finn acts like the perfect man, but there’s something about him that has me questioning if it’s too good to be true.
Can I count on him when it really matters or is Finn using his good guy image to hide the truth?
#explicit content
#Age 18+
The Boys of RDA is created by Megan Matthews, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

I ENTER the Crossword store closest to my house in Pune. It's a very small bookstore, almost like an indie one. The interior is as yellow as it gets, with yellowish bookshelves and thin dark yellow walls. The ceiling lights are white that feeds the silhouette of the room. This is literally like every other Crossword store but smaller; the smell of books everywhere, and at the top of every shelf is a black and white picture of world renowned Indian authors like Kiran Desai, Jhumpa Lahiri, Salman Rushdi, Chetan Bhagat, Arundhati Roy and so on. 

     I haven't planned a book yet. So I just walk around through the fiction and poetry section browsing for a book while the worker at the store kept giving me side eyes as if I were to pick a book and run away. I run my hands along the books and try to think of which to check off the bundle. I spend hours like that. Suddenly I realise that I haven't even picked up a book and read it's synopsis. I was judging them by their covers. 

     Not a lot of them looked very pretty, but some of them had very fancy covers. The fancy books even looked expensive. It reminded me of the time I once ignored "Twenty Love Poems and A Song Of Despair" by Pablo Neruda just because of its simplistic cover of a faceless naked man whose knee is folded in towards his chin, although today it is one of the best books I've ever read. I cast the book away from the list of books I had picked up, just like the Dean of my college once threw me out because I wore a three-fourth shorts to exams. But I never faced this problem in libraries, where almost every book is of the base brown, black and blue color with cream coloured pages. 

     I remember reading about this in "The Clothing of Books" by Jhumpa Lahiri where she talks about personal experiences with clothing and how the same thing is suffered by books. I also read a blog where the writer keeps telling the reader that a cover should be an interpreter of the contents but at the same time mysterious and attractive. And it made me feel like book covers are more seductive than artistic. 

     But what if book covers had no artistic base? There wouldn't be any fancy attractive covers. There won't be any type of judgement towards reading. The book would give away less of it's contents and more of the author's name and so of the book. 

     That's something that's common in Italy, France, Germany and other European countries where the cover of the books are similar in color and outlook but every content differs. Some book covers don't have the calibre to carry the artistic weight of books. They are more of a marketing technique or a money making process out of indelible work. 

     I walk out of the store empty handed thinking, what if books didn't have covers?

                                                                                  *****

In these short stories, through personal episodes, the author talks about the complex idea of book covers being more commercial rather than artistic in the perspective of a reader as well as a writer.

Zombie was sitting on the floor right next to Cranberry's bed, and he was in a foul mood.
"Are you seriously still brooding over my little joke...?"
Cranberry's head popped up from beneath the covers and she asked in disbelief.
"Graough! (No, I'm not!)"
Zombie growled not looking back at her and started tracing circles on the floor with his finger.
"I can see you can't get over it."
Cranberry, nested on the bed, murmured to Zombie's back.
"Graough. (It wasn't funny at all.)"
Zombie responded all sulky.
"Graough! (And as far as we know the story might actually go that way!)"
He really couldn't let go of that.
That's why he was in Cranberry's room in the first place, even though she calmed down and didn't refuse to let go of him.
Now he wanted to stick around her just in case something would happen.
"Are you angry at me...?"
After a few minutes of silence, Cranberry asked in a careful voice and pulled her hand out from the covers, reaching for Zombie.
"Graough... (I'm not, I know you can protect yourself...)"
He grumbled and offered his left hand without even looking as if he knew exactly what his master wanted.
"Ha ha~!"
Cranberry giggled happily and intertwined their fingers.
She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.
"Haa..."
Cranberry breathed out with relief and closed her eyes.
"You know? It's not like I'm invincible."
She said suddenly, making Zombie flinch and turn towards her.
"Please, don't hate me for what I'm about to say..."
Her tone changed completely, making Zombie had a bad feeling.
"Even after what all we've been through together until now, I cannot get myself to fully trust you."
She said without opening her eyes.
"Graough?! (Huh?!)"
Zombie growled.
"Don't get me wrong... I do believe what you say, I can see that you are giving your best, and only wish to help me but..."
Her voice shook and she squeezed Zombie's hand a bit harder.
"I can't understand why."
She said heavily.
"I treated you so badly when we first met. During our training sessions I was beating you mercilessly for any mistake I thought you made."
Cranberry hid her head under the covers.
"...I... Because of how I feared my mother, I treated you exactly how she treated me..."
"...graough... (...master...)"
Zombie growled in a pained voice.
"But despite all that, you always treated me with absolute obedience, just like I did my mother. I could never understand why... was it because of my magic that made you my eternal servant? Or was it because we really are similar and you are also planning to..."
Cranberry stopped talking and took a deep breath. She gently caressed Zombie's hand with her thumb.
"Graough! (Master! It's not like that at all!) Graough! (I know what you've been through!) Graough! (I understand you even though we can't communicate that well!)"
Zombie got up on his knees and leaned against Cranberry's bed.
"..."
Cranberry was silent.
"Graough...! (Master, don't be so hard on yourself...!) Graough... (No matter what you did during our training sessions, I never once thought you did that out of malice...) Graough, graough... (You just tried your best to cope with everything, and having a rotten brain like me around must have caused you even more worries...) Graough...! (I know that you can't really understand me, I will go write it down and...!)"
Before Zombie's growls reached their climax, Cranberry slowly poked her face from beneath the covers and looked at him with extreme anxiety.
"Zombie..."
She started and her servant closed his mouth instantly.
"This is the reason I asked you not to hate me..."
Cranberry sighed heavily and took a deep breath as if she was readying herself for a leap of faith.
"I already know all of that."
She said.
"Graough...? (Huh...?) Graough...! (Oh, because I wrote to you about it before...!)"
Zombie groaned in realization and nodded.
"No."
Cranberry shook her head and opened her eyes.
"I know all of that because I can understand your growls."
She confessed.
"I understand what you're saying when you groan. I always did. I just... acted as if I didn't... because I didn't trust you..."
"...!"
Zombie stared at her, baffled out of his mind.
"Graough...? (Are you serious...?)"
He groaned and Cranberry nodded in response.
"Graough...? (You understand me...?)"
He asked.
"Yes, I do."
She confirmed.
"Graough...? (And, you always did...?)"
"Yes. From the very beginning."
"..."
Zombie took back his hand, and Cranberry didn't try to stop him.
Her chin started shaking as if she was about to cry and she hid behind the covers again.
"Graough! (That's so embarrassing!)"
Zombie growled and hid his face in his hands.
"Eh...?!"
Cranberry popped her head back up and stared at her blue undead in confusion.
"Graough! (Noo! I said all those embarrassing stuff thinking you can't understand!)"
Zombie cried pitifully, curling into a ball next to Cranberry's bed.
"Graough...? (So even when I said that...?) Graough...?! (And even that...?!) Graough?! (You knew what I was saying?!)"
He shook his head to the sides trembling from shame.
"Y-you're not mad at me...."
Cranberry stuttered, secretly wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Graough! (I am mad!)"
Zombie raised his head and showed his embarrassed face.
"Graough! (Master you're so mean!) Graough! (And I always thought you just had that good of an intuition!) Graough! (I made such a fool out of myself!)"
He cried.
"Graough...! (Noo...! I'm going to die from shame...!)"
"There's no way you could die from that, you dummy."
Cranberry managed to smile a little.
"Graough! (I definitely can!) Graough...! (Ugh! This must be why you always called me rotten brain...!) Graough! (You understood what I was saying, but I never realized!) Graough! (I am so dumb!)"
Zombie fell on his side and rolled under the bed.
"Z-Zombie?!"
Cranberry gasped and hurriedly shuffled on the mattress and leaned over to peek at him.
"Graough...! (Just let me rot in here...!)"
The blue undead cried pitifully.
"Haa... Zombie, get out of there..."
Cranberry sighed and reached towards him.
As soon as she grabbed the piece of his shirt, she pulled him out effortlessly.
"Ugh...! Why are you so dusty?! Did maid's never cleaned under there or something...?"
Cranberry leaned away taken aback.
"Graough... (Master, since you've told me the truth does that mean that you trust me now...?)"
Zombie uncurled and glanced at the girl from between his fingers.
"...well..."
Cranberry sighed and crawled back on the mattress and buried herself in the covers.
"...let's just say that..."
She seemed to be carefully choosing her words.
"...if I'm a backstory character that is supposed to die anyway, I wouldn't mind getting killed by you as a part of your backstory..."
She confessed and turned away before Zombie could even respond.


[Season 1 - Cranberry] 
After getting forcefully reincarnated into a world of an otome game he has no clue about, the protagonist is then killed and brought back to life by the prideful villainess with one desire.
To rule the world.
As the ruthless girl's Eternal Servant, how will he dodge the fate that the game system has in store for him?

[Season 2 - Zombie]
He has been granted a second chance.
Thrown right back to when it all began - with the memories necessary to make everything right and the overpowered skill to back up his conviction - how will the protagonist deal with even greater danger than what he faced during the first playthrough?
Read now with the start of the second season of the Villainess and I, her Zombie!

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Cover by amazing @DraNKa
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" My lady, you need to get up." Annabelle's voice echoed in her ears, shaking away the wonderful dream she was having. 

Annalise walked to the large floor to ceiling windows and pulled the curtains aside letting rays upon rays of sunshine floor in the room.

" Noo!!" The girl grumbled as she sunk her head u der the covers to protect herself from the obvious brightness in the room she could tell from her closed lids.

" Never the morning person. " Annalise commented as she walked towards the vanity table.

' I knew this would come in handy.' She thought as she grabbed the glass of water. 

Annabelle raised her hand to stop her sister as she tried again to wake the princess by tickling her ear. 

" No!!" came the girl's sharp voice as she swatted the hand away from her. 

" Get up!!" Annabelle pushed at her shoulder, her patience running out. 

Annalise shook her head and moved closer to the bed. 

The girl gripped the beddings tighter around herself when she felt someone's hand grabbing a chink of the covers from her foot side.

" Get up sleepy head!!" Annalise yelled before she pulled the fluffy covers that were encouraging her to sleep in more away.

The girl shivered from the chilly morning air, despite the sun being up already. She rolled herself into a ball, her legs curled against her and her naked feet under her nightee. 

She grabbed her pillow, the only warm thing she had left and threw it over her bare shoulders to protect her from the humid air.

Annabelle sighed as she watched her princess curl further, trying to maintain her warmth and continue sleeping. 

" I swear this is the princess of sleep!" her sister complained. 

They shouldn't really complain, this was the hardest part of their job, waking her up. Since she took them as her personal maids. they were actually living better than the other servants.

She does not demand things, doesn't let them bathe or clothe her, arguing that she has her hands for the job. 

She is the absolute best, and will he missed dearly when she is married off. But no time for that now...

Annabelle threw a look at her sister, sighed when she found Annalise with an evils mirk and the glass of water, she looked down before nodding. 

it was their only choice left.

The girl smiled victoriously when she heard silence and she snuggled further onto the mattress.

" What the fuck!!" she sat up with a start when she felt water cold as ice thrown over her body.

" Language. " Annabelle corrected, like the mother she is.

" Sorry. What in the actual fuck!!" 

" Aah the kraken has awoken." Annalise said as she carefully placed the glass back on the vanity table, afraid she might break it. 

" Good morning my lady." Annabelle greeted as she bunched over the ripped off covers.

" Good morning beautiful people." She smiled sarcastically. 

" No, you're the beautiful one." Annalise flattered as she brought over a hand mirror to show the girl her drenched bird nest and droopy eyes. 

" Whatever." she said and rolled her eyes. She leaned over to get off the bed, bad idea as little droplets of the cold water fell onto her silk night  gown. 

Annalise hid an obvious grin behind the palm of her hand.

"Enough children—"

" Who are you calling a child!? We're of the same age!" Annalise argued.

Annabelle rolled her eyes, the fact that Annalise wanted to argue over that showed just how much of a child she was. 

" As I was saying, you need to take a bath, your father awaits you." 

The smile on the girl's face turned into an obvious frown. " Uuugghh!!!" she groaned.

Princess duties!!

" Its too early for this shit!!" she cursed.

 Annalise and Annabelle gave each other a look and Annalise broke into a laugh while Annabelle shook her head.

If only people knew just how crude their 'sweet' princess was behind closed doors.

" I bet you wouldnt guess who's behind those doors there." Annalise tried, already found a way to make the princess do faster.

" Who?" she questioned, confusion painted all over her face.

" I'll give you a hint. He's strong, mighty, best warrior ever in all the seven kingdoms, won battles among battles—" she did not need to continue as the princess was already rushing to the bathroom doors with an excited screech.

Annalise gave her sister a look and they smiled at each other of the poor girl's unhelpful situation and obvious crush.


**********






Romance between a princess and her knight, completely unacceptable, that is the reason Brialle and Finley have to keep their feelings for each other locked deep inside them, where they may scream their hearts out, confessions of love, but their lips never move.

Shorty a lil' baddie (she a lil' baddie)
Shorty my lil' boo thing (boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on the covers
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell (kiss and tell)
Every time I fuck, she call me daddy
My lil' mama nasty
I see the pussy through the panties (whatever you want)
She taste like candy
She a queen, like Nefertiti
Uh-oh, my lil' mama sittin' pretty
And we be shoppin' through the city (oh, oh)
I gave her keys to the Bentley (whoa, whoa)
Get off your knees, you don't gotta cry to me
I'm your best friend, baby, you don't gotta lie
I'll get you everything that you want and you need from Chanel to Celine
It's on you to decide
Valentino, yeah, I put you in the best
Start liftin' up your dress, start kissin' on your neck (oh no, no)
Start rubbin' on your butt, start massagin' your breasts
I ain't wanna give you a baby just yet, so I backed out and nutted on your breasts
I put you in an Uber (Uber) and sent you to your bed (oh)
The very next day (oh), you sent me a text (oh)
You pulled up to the crib and we did it again (oh, oh)
Shorty a lil' baddie (she a lil' baddie)
Shorty my lil' boo thing (boo thing)
And shorty got the fatty
Shorty be catching mood swings
Every time I fuck without a rubber
I nutted on the covers
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell (ooh)
You know, I never found love until I looked into your eyes (into your eyes)
First time blushin', I ain't even gon' lie (ain't even gon' lie)
Four rounds in, leavin' bruises on your thighs
You the only bitch could make me spin off on the guys
And the only bitch that make me wanna nut when I'm inside
It's your vibe, leave with me you gettin' high
None of these bitches fuckin' with you even if they tried
Pussy on tsunami, I ain't never felt it dry
Close my eyes 'fore I sleep, hope you be there when I wake
Honestly, I feel the vibe we have is great
And if there's something in your mind, you can tell me
And if I told you what's on mine, would you help me?
You gon' see the bigger picture, it's just gon' take time
Just because you mine
I'ma keep you lookin' like a dime
Ain't no imperfections, girl, you fine
Baby, what's your sign?
hope you ain't against the slow grind
(Work, work, it's me and you) me and you
Keep it silent, there ain't nothin' we can't do
Through the storm, baby, we can make it through
Why you actin' brand new? You know you my lil' boo thing
Got up on my Birkin, it's workin'
She said she a virgin (it's hurtin')
She my biggest fan, she always lurkin'
She know I'm a man, I'ma put that work in
I know she can't stand me, I'm fancy
So I'ma bring her out when I get my Grammy
Late night sex, she can't find her panties
Couldn't hold it in, now she need a Plan B
And shorty got the fatty (shorty got the fatty)
Shorty be catching mood swings
(Every time I fuck without a rubber)
(I nutted on her covers)
And I kept it undercover
'Cause I don't kiss and tell

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Who decides what is right and wrong. Is it the government who citizens who hunt by people for the crime of existing. Or the government who seek control and turn us into weapons. Or maybe it is the cosmic beings who find out suffering amusing. No, what decides this is power. I am 
Joshua Foley and I will becomes the monster which even the mighty celestials fear.



ok, this is a rewrite of the first one. and one thing I want to make clear is that this book is dark I mean really dark. it is a book which I would like to present to sir Lucifer morningstar if I ever met him. so you can think about how much this book is dark. let me tell you burning people alive, killing the children in front of parents is a regular occurrence.

mc has a very shity past. now he is mentally screwed and wants the mutant race to be above everyone even the celestials. he is not afraid to become the demon for achieving his goals.

someone is in his way may the gods Nd stan have mercy. Because hell will feel like a heaven for them after mc will be done with them. you will know when you will read first chapter.

disclaimer: I don't own marvel

also guys I am also posting this book on royalroad.com

I remembered what I wanted to write yesterday, but I'm changing the content into more of a rant.
So... the pacing I'm talking about is the original novel ones. If you have read them here on Webnovel, you might have noticed that a lot of novels just slow to a crawl at a certain point.
The best sample of it is Mech Touch. I must admit, the first 300+ chapters are one of the best you can find anywhere. The problem starts at the war arc. This are is over 800 chapters long and it covers 5 years of story.  And every thing after the war arc covers 2-3 years, in over a 1000 chapters.
I must add that not only does the story slow down so much, the overall quality of it also lowers with the start of the war arc. Trust me, I have read it all. I was an of reader, when it had less that 100 chapters, and I continued to read into the 500s, but dropped it so I could pick it up. 
In the summer last year I picked it up again, and binged it. I was very disappointed... no, dissatisfied. Disappointed isn't the most correct word. It just feels like the author got greedy and stopped caring about the quality, only about pumping out as many chapter as possible with as little plot progression as possible.
So the guality I'm talking about is the plot and story, and not so much the writing, although it too took a hit, a small one, but still.
This can be seen in a lot of novels, even not the 'original' novels, so if you see one that's over a 1000 chapters long, you might as well prepare yourself.
But don't be scared off by my words, Mech Touch is just the worst case scenario. 
If you want to see a good case, look at the Birth of the Demonic Sword. This is a good novel in my opinion, it isn't the best, but it has a unique spin on it. I can't really say much about the pacing, since unless it annoys me I don't pay attention to it. So simply said, it didn't dissatisfy me like Mech Touch did.
This problem is also very noticeable in the newer novels found in energy voting. But then again, there are good ones as well, so don't dismiss them.
However, if you have been on this site/app for some time already then you should already know these things.
I feel like I expressed my self badly in this chapter, and brought up bad examples, but that doesn't sound like my problem. You should check them yourself to either prove me wrong or correct.

M A I N  - Danielle Tanner - Interview vibes
Nicknames - Dani, Tanner, Little bee, clumsy, baby girl, Dans
Full name: Danielle Tanner (Yep no middle name)
Age - 21
Style: Cute comfortable
Major: Double major graphic design (for book covers) and creative writing (because she loves to write)
Deepest fear: Her secret
What would break her: You can't break her because she's already broken. But to be honest her loved ones dying could definitely get her there
Flaws: shy, doesn't trust people, scarred
Favourite food: Pizza
Hobbies: Writing, star gazing, making book covers, photography, watching black and white movies, visiting coffee shops and libraries, hanging out with close friends but nothing too wild
Trigger: Rubix cube the person from her secret always used it before he did something
Telltale nervous/uncomfortable signs: Bitting the inside of her cheek, looking down, blushing, digging fingernails into palms
Music taste: Pop
Coffee yay or nay: yay, definitely yay. She needs to stay awake. 
Best characteristics: kind, smart, funny, beautiful inside and out, stands up for what she believes in, fighter, creative
Appearance: Dimples, caramel brown hair, green eyes, pale skin, cute small nose, straight teeth, small, bright smiles
Lies: Sometimes white lies are ok, some things need to remain secrets
Fate, destiny, true or bs: Bs because if it was true, the gods sure hated her because her life is majorly fucked up
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M A I N  - River Underwood - Interview vibes
Nicknames - Riv, Babe, Underwood, Dork
Full name: River Daniel Underwood
Age: 21
Style: casual and laidback
Major: Baseball and takes his other passion graphic design(he likes art but it was the most appealing major)
Deepest fear: Watching the ones he loves get hurt and break, when he can't do anything to help
What would break him: watching the people he loves get hurt and not being able to do anything about it
Flaws: sometimes makes friends with the wrong person, to trusting at times
Favourite food: Fries
Hobbies: Doodling, going for runs, cute places, baseball, hanging out with friends on Friday nights
Trigger: People who are rude and hurt others
Telltale nervous/uncomfortable signs: Pacing, jiggling knee
Music taste: Pop
Coffee yay or nay: nay it's gross and tastes like shit
Best characteristics: kind, funny, outgoing, understanding, problem solver
Appearance: tall, dark brown hair, blue eyes, big muscles, athletes body, straight white teeth, clumsy million-dollar smiles
Lies: Never
Fate, destiny, true or bs: True, it's nice to think someones looking out for you and that you have a purpose
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Danielle Tanner, a writer by nature, part time coffee addict, full time day dreamer, occupation - broke college student. Who's dressed in oversized hoodies, a messy bun and fluffy socks until further notice. She loves most things about the world, especially the small things like pillow talks and shower thoughts, midnight music and late-night Starbucks runs, shooting stars, crashing waves, warm coffee and rainy days.  

But Dani isn't just that, she has a different side. Hidden by layers of makeup and tears. She's the broken girl, who wakes up twisted in a coil of blankets, crying and screaming from her nightmares. Her body is a map of scars and her face is stained with teardrops and her soul with secrets.  

She leads a life where someone is always watching, always has an ear to the door and one wrong move could land her in hot water. Truth hurts but secrets kill you, and Dani? Well, is was made from secrets, ones she could never tell of course. Ones like the maze. It scares everyone. But our Dans has a different reason to be so scared she feels sick and cries until she's practically drowning. You see the thing is Danielle Tanner fears the maze not because she could go through it because she already has been through it, just not in the way you would expect.  

And then of course I must introduce our second character, River Underwood, boy with a paintbrush fixed to his hand, a baseball flying out of the other (which makes sense since he's the captain of the baseball team), a gaggle of swooning girls (golden boy alert) and a kind heart. Slowly over time, he feels himself falling for Dani, the girl with the hidden scars, talents, secrets. Whose eyes hold so many secrets, so many broken dreams, so many stars.   

He stays awake with her every single night, wipes away her tears, holds her in his arms, he peels away the layers of secrets, breaks down the walls keeping him out. But can he show her love, or does he hurt her one last time? Can he turn her shadows into stars?

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