Gadis modern dan jenderal dari joseon bertemu di era modern

Richelle

It's been about 11 hours since the sleepover.  No one's said anything about it. Honestly I think everyone's afraid to. Buuuutttttt! Guess what today is? IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! I'm going over to Ozzy's house because I couldn't make it that day of the sleepover. Before that we go to TNS because of Michemily's party. I can't wait! (Even if I was at TNS yesterday and the day before that) The day of the sleepover was the last day of school. For me at least. The last two days were party days, I didn't feel like I wanted to show up after embarrassing myself. The past few weeks have been a bit crazy. Christmas happened which was great. And my birthday is today, which I'm SO excited for. 

One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch 
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch 
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch 
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch

If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on head and fuck it up in the worst way
If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on ahead and fuck it up in the worst way, c'mon
One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch

You the birthday bitch
It's time to do some birthday shit
I wanna see that birthday cake
Lil bae g'on and birthday shake
I'm trying to get you to the birthday bed
You can even get the birthday head
That's what you call birthday s*x
You don't need no love from ya birthday ex
She came with her birthday clique
Her and her girls looking birthday rich
Take a shot of the birthday liq
I'm trying to get you back home in your birthday fit
It's time to get birthday drunk
I'm talking 'bout birthday slumped
Bend it over this your birthday song
Let the dress come up
Show your birthday thong
One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch 
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch 
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch 
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch

If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on head and fuck it up in the worst way
If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on ahead and fuck it up in the worst way
One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch

And she came with her best friend
So she 'bout to fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
And she is a good girl
But tonight she's cutting up, cutting up, cutting up, cutting up
Smack her on the booty if it's real for me
Make it roll like it's going down the hill for me
And she 'bout to turn up
If you 'bout the drama
Then it don't concern her
She all on the stage
Got the place 'bout to burn up
She fuck it up
Watch her shake Tina Turner
It's all about you
Girl tonight it's 'bout you
Make the whole club stop whenever she come through
One time for me two

One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch 
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch 
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch 
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch

If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on head and fuck it up in the worst way
If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on ahead and fuck it up in the worst way, c'mon

One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch

While I'm sitting on my bed deep in thought, those lyrics boom through the house, startling me a bit. Ozzy comes, grooving his way in my room, holding 5 boxes at once. He does this funny dance, giving me a chance to giggle. Classic Ozzy. I get up and dance with him. He grabs hold of my hands and twirls me around. 

"M'lady," he smirks, speaking in a posh accent. He hands me a box, once the music dies down. I giggle at him taking the box into my hands. I unwrap it and... woah. 

Is this a dream? 

So. Many. Perfect. Clothes!

"Ozzy!" I screamed, looking up in his direction.

"Yeesssssss?" he asks, dragging out his reply.

"I didn't know you had such a great taste in clothes!" 

"After all the times of going shopping with you, I kind of got an idea of what you like to wear." he shrugs, smiling, "Next!"

He hands me a cards. I open it and it says:

'Are you camera? Because when you put on all of these clothes you'll have a lot of flash.'

"The thing is... I already have a lot of flash," I say, striking a pose. He chuckles at my (what I call pizzazz). Shaking his head he come over to me.

"You'll have the best birthday ever today," Ozzy whispers into my ear, his lips grazing it the slightest amount. It gives a shiver down my spine.

Oh my boyfriend. Lucky I have him. All this that's happened this year is like whirlwind. All I want is closure. With Noah. With my teacher. With Mr. Andrekeetes. I guess all of this happens when you're mature.

{Last Chapter! Let me know if you guys want a sequel, because I'm starting up my sequels probably in February 2021 just so I'll have a plot ready!

Thankyou for the love and support on this book!

Kisses~ Amora!❤️}

The explanation for his condition where reasonably short being that he only had to mention the new weights he had. Artair had a serious look on his face as he said "And why do you believe you need these weights, you are already one of the best body refiners I have ever seen."

Daedalus smiled at this and said "It's, of course, because no matter the distance you use your all to reach it."

Artair nodded solemnly before breaking out into a grin and saying "Okay, I have twelve different body refinement methods, the others where no where as good as these ones."

Daedalus chuckled at his uncles proud look before saying "To make the best method I can, I am going to need the best of the best and the worst of the worst. Even failures show you what you shouldn't do when you make your own."

Artair's proud look vanished as he listened to Daedalus and he said "I'll be right back then I have about six thousand of all types. While I'm getting these why don't you start reading those twelve?"

Daedalus nodded at this and set his sofa down on the ground before carefully laying down in it. With a sigh of relief at the comfort of the sofa Daedalus quickly began reading the cultivation methods.

After a while Daedalus finished reading through the last method and carefully considered each method. One in particular gave him an interesting insight into the universe. It was called the Myriad Heavens Body, in reality it wasn't a very good one unless under specific conditions. What Daedalus learned however was that the stars had attributes to them not just one singular type of star just multiplied hundreds of times over.

As he waited for his uncle to return Daedalus continued to think over all of the different body refinement methods he had ever learned. It wasn't a large list and twelve more easily added up a third of that list. The thing is that all of these methods where quite good, what he needed now was more of the inefficient and downright dangerous ones.

Another thing he had to consider was the anatomy of his body. He had recently noticed that his body had been significantly altered, both by his bloodlines and his recent increases to aura body and such, including his immortal energy.

Before he could continue along that line of though though, Artair had retuned holding a spatial ring. As he walked in Daedalus sat up and said "I have read through the twelve you already gave me, are those the rest?"

As Daedalus looked at the ring it seems as though his face had betrayed his emotions. Artair let out a jolly laugh and said "Of course, Daedalus I'll be entrusting you with these remember to give them back when your done. Also, I know how difficult it is to make a technique so don't get too frustrated if you fail, I know I did well over a thousand times."

Daedalus looked at him with a face full of contempt when he heard about the failures. This caused Artair to suffer a lethal blow to his pride, so he shouted "What!? It's a difficult process!"

Of course Daedalus look of contempt was a joke but he continued to play off of it by saying "I succeeded all of the times I tried, and you have failed, thousands, of times."

Artair took a somewhat serious look and said "How many times?"

This is the story of Daedalus on his journey to the peak of craftsmanship.

Daedalus has died and been reincarnated by the god Hephaestus to try and reach the peak of craftsmanship. Watch his journey making friends and become incredibly powerful. See how he uses his creations and kills god's.

(Tell me tags in the comments of the latest chapters please!!!)Tags: Cultivation, Swords and Magic

I thought I would just go ahead and make a quick note, on average each chapter is at least 500 words long. This is because I don't have that long everyday to write a chapter, it's why I try to make each chapter seem like just another part of the previous one.

I'm slowing down on chapters lately, once every Sunday, because I am doing a bit of a fanfictiony thing in the latest chapters. I asked if I should make it a side book thing but my readers wanted it here so yeah.

I am doing a bit of MHA and other books I have enjoyed lately like Spiderman and marvel stuff.

Quick thing, I love reading people's comments so please say Hi if you feel like it, I love feedback!!!

It was the worst of times, it was the best of the worst of times. Anger, loss, fear, doubt. Horrible and comforting. 

It was also dark, very quiet, and very wet. Eddies of bloody water curled away from her nostrils. It's hard to know which direction is up when underwater, but with no buoyancy left in her water logged body the concrete base of the pool could be felt at her back.

Using her palms for grip she pulled her body along the concrete and through the water until her hands reached steps and a rail. Pushing up the edge of pool cover she stepped back up into the air and vomited the water from her lungs onto the grass.

"Fuuuck! I fucking hate them!", frustrated she started to cry, and laugh because she was crying. "I didn't realize I would miss this feeling. Anger sure is a powerful force."

Her small house was not as she had left it. Power disconnected, water mains turned off. Most of the good furniture missing. She walked into the basement, a pile of her old unwashed clothes waited for a cleaning they never got. 

She pulled on jeans and a sweater, sat on the bottom of the stairs and lay back not caring that her wet hair was getting covered in plaster dust and cobwebs.
"I need to get stronger if I am going to stop him."

In a small town of America, an evangelical minister suddenly starts to grow his influence through a promised panacea. At the same time the number of suicides are rising, and those dead walk again.

she didn't want that. She didn't want to call her girlfriend a liar and she didn't want to think that her brother's girlfriend, the woman he had given everything for, the woman who had loved her the way he loved him, that very woman, she didn't wnt to be live in the possibility that she was just here for revenge. Or maybe she was a spy. Maybe. A lot of maybes were not goodin their kind of business and it was obvious. Something was definitely a miss and before everythingblew out of proportion, she would fix it all. She would try patching things up. She would try her very best to prove to everyone that miss beautiful was innocent. And if ever she found out that every allegation was true, she didn't know what she would do. Lexi was not good with dealing with betrayals. She would kill everyone who br=etrayed her,but if it was amelia, she didn't know what would happen. She thought back to the number of times lia had sneaked out to go meet with different people. She thought of the way the girl had fought during the party.y woman, she didn't wnt to be live in the possibility that she was just here for revenge. Or maybe she was a spy. Maybe. A lot of maybes were not goodin their kind of business and it was obvious. Something was definitely a miss and before everythingblew out of proportion, she would fix it all. She would try patching things up. She would try her very best to prove to everyone that miss beautiful was innocent. And if ever she found out that every allegation was true, she didn't know what she would do. Lexi was not good with dealing with betrayals. She would kill everyone who br=etrayed her,but if it was amelia, she didn't know what would happen. She thought back to the number of times lia had sneaked out to go meet with different people. She thought of the way the girl had fought during the party.y woman, she didn't wnt to be live in the possibility that she was just here for revenge. Or maybe she was a spy. Maybe. A lot of maybes were not goodin their kind of business and it was obvious. Something was definitely a miss and before everythingblew out of proportion, she would fix it all. She would try patching things up. She would try her very best to prove to everyone that miss beautiful was innocent. And if ever she found out that every allegation was true, she didn't know what she would do. Lexi was not good with dealing with betrayals. She would kill everyone who br=etrayed her,but if it was amelia, she didn't know what would happen. She thought back to the number of times lia had sneaked out to go meet with different people. She thought of the way the girl had fought during the party.y woman, she didn't wnt to be live in the possibility that she was just here for revenge. Or maybe she was a spy. Maybe. A lot of maybes were not goodin their kind of business and it was obvious. Something was definitely a miss and before everythingblew out of proportion, she would fix it all. She would try patching things up. She would try her very best to prove to everyone that miss beautiful was innocent. And if ever she found out that every allegation was true, she didn't know what she would do. Lexi was not good with dealing with betrayals. She would kill everyone who br=etrayed her,but if it was amelia, she didn't know what would happen. She thought back to the number of times lia had sneaked out to go meet with different people. She thought of the way the girl had fought during the party. But that was not enough to make her a bad person in front of lexi. Maybe she was being blackmailed. Maybe she was being forces into doing this. No one knew the truth yet and she would not let anyone just show up and start jusdign amelia. Which is why she had to do the investigation herself. Sure, she had hired a private investigator, but the investigators was tasked with finding out what ad really happened at the party, or if there was something thatprompted the attack. She would know everything in due time, and this time she was not going to rest on e bit.
In her quest for the truth about the death of her favorite sibling, Alexandra had to go looking at her brother's house. She had sworn she would no come back to this place, but this was a necessary step if she wanted to know what really happened nd who really was amelia. She wanted to know if there was any truth to the allegations of mia. Amelia was a nice girl and she doubted that the girl she had known for over two years had turned out to be a backstabber. She wanted to know if amelia was behind their family's misfortunes. The woman had looked so innocent when Alex had rescued her from her rapists that night at the club.
She had a lot of questions and the one place she was so sure held the answers was the mansion that her brother had lived in with lia. She knew she didn't have ti do this, but just like Jia and ryan, unanswered questions would always bother her more that the things she knew how to control. She needed to now for a fact who amelia was she needed to be sure that mia's theory about amelia's revenge was just a baseless theory. She wanted to know and be certain. And if there was any truth to what mia said, then she needed to know how to be ready, because unexpected attacks were the worst. They always left a mark that would never be easily erased. They always left scars as a reminder of the failures. She didn't want to be a victim of obliviousness. She was not going to be caught offgard aain.
Not again.
***t she had beat them to it. She was known as the worst of the worst even before she stepped into the corporate world. Sometimes she came to work dressed as the assassin she was. 
Everyone would always fear what she did, but this is who she was. She had a lot of things that she could be described with and she was not going to be a good person jut so the society would have a good laugh or even point fingers at her again. 
A few months into her appointment, she had been intentionally placed on a panel to advise the young generation. They wanted her to screw up. They wanted to find something to declare her unfit for office, but she already knew that, and she didn't disappoint either. 
She knew the whole world had watched the clip of her deed, children and adults alike. She knew this was a setup. So she didn't pain herself as the goddess, instead, she laid it bare for them. She showed them who she was. If they chose to believe her, that was their own choice, and not hers. 
lexi on the other hand was going to go back to her brother's house. She wanted to know if there were any evidence that proved her girlfrined's claims. She was going to prove to everyone that lia was just a normal girl who his brother had fallen in love with. Granted she may have had secrets, but who didn't have secrets? The accusation was too much and if ti were true then relationships would crumble. But she didn't want that. She didn't want to call her girlfriend a liar and she didn't want to think that her brother's girlfriend, the woman he had given everything for, the woman who had loved her t
at them to it. She was known as the worst of the worst even before she stepped into the corporate world. Sometimes she came to work dressed as the assassin she was. 
Everyone would always fear what she did, but this is who she was. She had a lot of things that she could be described with and she was not going to be a good person jut so the society would have a good laugh or even point fingers at her again. 
A few months into her appointment, she had been intentionally placed on a panel to advise the young generation. They wanted her to screw up. They wanted to find something to declare her unfit for office, but she already knew that, and she didn't disappoint either. 
She knew the whole world had watched the clip of her deed, children and adults alike. She knew this was a setup. So she didn't pain herself as the goddess, instead, she laid it bare for them. She showed them who she was. If they chose to believe her, that was their own choice, and not hers. 
lexi on the other hand was going to go back to her brother's house. She wanted to know if there were any evide
he way he loved him, that very woman, 
when Alex had rescued her from her rapists that night at the club.
She had a lot of questions and the one place she was so sure held the answers was the mansion that her brother had lived in with lia. She knew she didn't have ti do this, but just like Jia and ryan, unanswered questions would always bother her more that the things she knew how to control. She needed to now for a fact who amelia was she needed to be sure that mia's theory about amelia's revenge was just a baseless theory. She wanted to know and be certain. And if there was any truth to what mia said, then she needed to know how to be ready, because unexpected attacks were the worst. They always left a mark that would never be easily erased. They always left scars as a reminder of the failures. She didn't want to be a victim of obliviousness. She was not going to be caught offgard aain.
Not again.


"Blood for blood."

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Amelia is a woman on a mission, to get justice for the wrongful murders of her parents. In her quest, all the roads lead her to one family, the Garners, the rich and powerful of high society. 

She knows they are powerful and could silence her if she tries anything. So she uses the one weapon that has always led men to their destruction. Her beauty and innocence. Her only entry into the Garner circle is their only son, Alexander Garner, a man who has sworn off relationships since his last relationship sent his family into debt.

What are the odds that she will fail?

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Alexander Garner has sworn off of relationships — and nothing will convince him to look at any woman again — until he finds Amelia, or rather saves Amelia from being assaulted by her ex-boyfriend and his minions. Intrigued by the innocent woman, he gets her a position as his secretary, just so she can get her life back in order.

Will Alexander and Amelia remain as colleagues or will there be more?
Will Amelia get her justice or will she forgo it?
What if love was a trap, would they willingly walk into it? Join the adventure!

A story about love, betrayal, pain, anger, and probably death.
Photo by Anime World from Pinterest

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I was stuck on the past .A past that I created with a future with it.A future that was possible in my imagination. I was trying to move on but moving on was hard for me .Everyone has different terms on moving on ,but I didn't know what was wrong with me that I was taking time to move on.I still wasn't over him .I loved him ,I wanted him back but I too wanted him to be happy ,to be out of his life so that I will be happy  .

There were times i stalked  his girlfriends account just to know about him.I was being the worst being .
I cried time to time when I read the comments both of them shared on social media thinking what was wrong to me.His girlfriend uploaded pictures of them together,I envied .I was being the worst even though i tried to be at my best.

He was all I could think about ,the memories kept flooding in .There were times ,I recalled when he told me of the tan skin I had  on how dark I was ,mentioned that I had to choose shoes and clothes thinking of my skin tone;I never bothered about it but after he told I was insecure about it.I felt like he was comparing me with her.There were comments he made of the dark spots scars I had on my legs and parts of my body.There were times he will bring up of her not missing him ,while he laughed off and smirked at me and said,"Shes younger than you and she is fine without meeting me everyday ,while you here is always glued to me".I felt good when he said that before but then I realized how foolish I was.

Mr.Ash blonde hair called me ,texted me time to time but then I blocked him everywhere. I didn't wanna get smitten by him again.I deleted his number for good.I never restored it.

Moving on I always thought  ,he would leave his girl behind and come back to me but that was better in drama.In real life I was a sidekick of his,the third wheeler. 

It was hard but then I tired this time for good.My friend's never left me.Jessica,David ,Ken and other's all told me the same ,"you deserve better ,he's no good for you ".But then I always questioned did I deserve better after knowingly getting into them.I knew I won't get better nor I deserved better since I was being the most worst person  trying to ruin their relationship. There were times in past that I prayed for him to be my bestfriend even if we were not lovers ,now i prayed I never needed any of that. 

I moved on,took little steps.I loved poetry but I gave up on it for a time being since all the poems where about him .I didn't want that .I checked on my diary on looked on the entry I made on the past of him ,I tore every page that was written for him and burned it.I felt bad yet nice that I had nothing of him I could recall of .I returned everything he gave,some I threw it for the best of me.I was being selfish ,selfish for myself. 
It was 2 years of hurtful ride with him .I was always on rocks hiting the bottom where he never mattered of me.I fel deep into the pit but I got up makin hiles ,patching it up my self.

I love ,really loved watching Korean drama.I was into it since my fourth standard.I gave up for him since he didn't like the plots so I started watching it.I watched the whole night ,slept the whole days.Some times I cried cause some plots were so emotional that it reminded me of him .But then I decided to watch dramas that had happy ending .So I did.I was happy .I downloaded all the ost's and reimagined the scenes of the drama with the ost of the drama.I was into.Ialways love Korean ,like a really lot be it drama and yea the Kpop bands too .I listened to it.I enjoyed a lot.I was being myself again.My cousin Z and my friends were happy of my recovery. I was glad  I recovered. When moving on,there were times when he came to meet me up ,but I neer did.My cousin Z told him that I didn't plan on meeting him .It hurt me,excited me a little of his efforts but then I didn't go back .I never met him cause I knew I would act a fine .So I didn't. My relation with Korean drama ,9st and bands increased .I was smitten by almost all the guylike I was before. I found solace,my shelter ,my home.I knew there's more I needed to work on but I was glad I was doing something. Running away from him was the best feeling ever .I wasn't concerned nor stressed out thinking about them.But I did dreamed of both of them Mr.Ash blonde hair and his gf time to time .I would wake up and cry they hunted me in my dreams too but then I wanted to move on so I did.

8 months without him I felt awesome.There was farewell programs for us that day we roamed around me in my gown ,with Z and his friends beside me.I burned my gown a bit while smoking still had it .We were drunk ,we were having fun.We came back home ,both of us me and Z exhausted .We slept to our hearts content .There was missed calls of  Mr.Ash blonde hair and his sis to.I was worried cause there was plenty of it.I called him ,he said he was at hospital. I was shocked. I woke up Z told him.He told me I must go since he is sick.I went to look after him .He was shivering, he was sick.I didn't sleep a wink and stayed beside him that night nursed him while I let his sis go since she was looking after him for the past two nights.Mr.Ash blonde hair and I were huddled together in the smal hospital bed .I wiped off all his bodies since he said he didn't take bath for a week. We didnt talk much but tgne slept without sex but then I felt his hands moving up on my bosom. I didn't say a thing .The next day ,I left .I was tired too .I went to college and yea had fun forgetting about him .He told me if I was coming back again ,so I told him i won't. Then  i said, "you should call your gf to look after you not me buddy".Then I continued moving on.I went to hospital since he came and was concerned of my health so I did the same a tit for tat.

After he recovered he told me he wanted me back ,that he realized how important I was to him .I asked him how did he know about it ,he said he knew about it in hospital and told me that the way I looked after him ,he knew i was the right one.I smirked reading it.I didnt kjow what he was upto.He talked about him touching my bosom in the hospital. I told him, "Lets not talk about it again.It was a mistake that I did.It wouldn't happen again.As for me looking after you at the hospital that was my duty since I was to keep wstck of you whole night .Don't take it the wrong way.So please stop texting me .I am not expecting any replies .I don't need your answers nor do I intend to reply even if you do .Byd have a great life ahead with your so called gf ".I ended it after it .

I never bothered knowing his reply since I blocked him .I was determined to move on.It was last semester  Me and Z studied together hard.We appeared after exam we headed home to watch movies since the exams were over.We graduated .Ididnt kkow what to do .I decided to earn more degree instead of idly sitting.I then changed courses.I did my master degree ,opt for masters in Journalism and Mass Communication. There wasn't any courses in my state so I shifted to a different state. I was 351 km away from home for the first time. I was happy .Everyone was .I was excited since I never left home .So I did and then I made new friend from different state.I was starting fresh with no history to continue. 



First day of college got more excited when I saw him ,the more i looked at him the more I was into ,I was falling into a pit that i created myself  , a pit  where I myself was drowning ,I was the sole owner to stop it ,but  I couldn't  I kept drowing,  drolling  over him more and more ,he became my first in everything ,just looking at him made me happy , I missed him whenever I didn't see him I feel into his pit of love

I was processing every word of her statement. I could vividly recall her words verbatim. This meant I had a very sharp working memory.

I could easily estimate that since Wizarding World is portrayed as a magical world stuck in medieval times while coexisting with modern times, or at least the English counterpart did. 

Therefore, if mother graduated in 1971, she couldn't have married more than three to five years after that. And with that, I know, there was no known drop in fertility rate for wizards, when compared to muggles. 

That meant, she couldn't have conceived me more than five years after her marriage, barring extraneous circumstances. So counting this right, the most latest I was born could be 1981. And that was cannon timeline.

But this meant, it would be a time where I would have absolutely very little impact in cannon. If I was a child, there was next to nothing, I can do that affect the plot. And I am not so over my head to overestimate my capabilities.

I cannot grow to a Dark Lord's level of power at the age of eleven. There was no secret, no branch of magic, or a "secret I found that no-one knew existed" that can give me a jump in power from "puny human" to "puny god".

And at best, if I am born the earliest possible, like say in 1971 or '72, with mom carrying me during her graduation, I would be about 20 when the plot picks up pace.

That is a sufficient time to root out certain dissenters and traitors, and even air out the dirty laundry of the ministry's corruption and Malfoy's under the table dealings.

But more than that, I realised an important bit of information from the Healer. My mother was in Slytherin. That means, she is half-blood at best, and pureblood at worst. 

And yes! I meant it that way.

Pureblood mother would be a blood supremacist witch who lacked common sense, kneeled at the feet of the Half-blood Wanker and screech "Mudblood", while being behind the times in information, knowledge and wisdom. And a Slytherin one, would be an inbred cunt at worst, and self-entitled bitch at best.

IF she followed the demographic of British Pureblood portrayed in the novel which is from the viewpoint of an angsty teenager with an utter selfish glory-hogging hypocrite with herd mentality for a friend.

But I can draw my conclusions and opinions after I cross the bridge, and not before.

For now, I knew the basic checklist I need to tick off.

Find how competent wizards are. So I know how much leeway I am afforded.

Find how incompetent wizards are. So I can exploit them.

Find how different the rest of the world is. This way, I can exploit the rest of the world, while toeing the line of legality.

Find how useful the Room of Requirements truly is. But this will be possible only when I am eleven.

Find out how magic works, accidental, wandless, wanded or with another magical focus, and silent and wordless casting. 

Find out IF Ancient Runes is really like the Nordic runescraft or merely a Language course for Cursebreakers, and reading old and ancient tomes.

Find out how the Chinese and Indian magicals work. If they have something like Chi and Xinxia style cultivation methods, then I am leaving Britain and all its 'stick and stones play' to become the Cultivator Bitches!

Find out what happened to Newt Scamander's Briefcase, and to him in particular. I can always offer to look after his creatures, if he is alive. And learn from him all about the magical fauna. 

Find out if there is any similarity to Alchemy here with Full Metal Alchemist, Saikon no Quasar, and other alchemy in various animes. Exploit any similarity.

Find out if demonology practises of Alastair Crowley really summons demons here. If they do, then run the hell away and hide in a cave before a Doom Demon comes looking for you in fire, brim and stones.

Find out if towns from Lovecraftian Stories and Stephen King exist here. If they do, never step on those continents, and prepare for interstellar travel out of this planet.

And lastly, see if Spellman's Syllabary is real. If it is, then see if Riverdale and Greendale are here. Then work with this actionable intelligence and eliminate threat to me and mine.

But before all that, I needed to face my first obstacle of the day. An overprotective mother who was kissing my forehead mumbling in Italian "My Boy!" like Smeagol from Lord of the Rings over and over, while gently suffocating me in her endowed bosom. 

What a Day!


A regular man from our world gets to reincarnate and travel various worlds of fiction assisted by the memories, experiences and abilities of Agent 47, along with a Hammerspace and infinite ammo weapons. SI with Multi-series crossover. First up Harry Potter world!

Merit found it difficult to express herself whenever she was upset, that's because most times she try expressing herself, no one wants to listen to her. 
So she made up her mind to keep things to herself no matter how hard it is. Anyone that wanted her to tell them anything will have to ask.
 
She is been pressured to make a decision but her past keeps coming to her future. She has tried to talk to her Aunty but fear wouldn't let her. And keeping it is making matters worst. She had no one to talk to and no one understands her. Everyone keep standing at the entrance of her life no one truly comes in except for Stephen. Her very difficult boyfriend.

 Ring! Ring!! Ring!!!
 
Speak of the devil!
      
' Hello. you've reached the phone of Merit Ibrahim, how may I help you?'
  'Merit ! it's me'  Stephen said
    'Yes! how may I help you?
  'Merit! aren't you gonna say something    times. hat guy? how long are you gonna keep cheating on me. In fact am giving you 3hours to end things with him or else we're done'
 she kept mute.
   'Merit!'
   'Merit!! talk to me please .  Stephen said almost crying
   Stephen has been the best part of her life ever since she'd lost her mom Three years back. He'd been her shoulder in good and bad times. He'd been everything a girl will want  in a guy but he had one flaw not everyone could deal with. Hot Temper. He was always quick to judge and quick to react. On the other hand she was mild but wicked at times. Of all guys she'd dated she had never been close to loving them except now. when she started seeing Stephen, she had thought it will only last for months but now it's been 3years

My brothers and I were quite close. We're close but they also have their moments. Most of time my brothers love to wrestle and fight with each other but sometimes those fights get out hand. One of them always ends up crying, so it's best to separate them before they start fighting. They also fight over everything! Games, toys and family. They want to claim something and show they are better than the other. 


My brothers are all the younger ones since I'm older than them. But we'll star with the younger older brother. In other words, my younger brother who is older than my other brothers. My younger older brother is not as worst as my other brothers, why? Simple, because he grew up under my dad's influence. And how does our dad's influence change a person? Our dad is kind and caring but there are times where he will lecture you. Even going as far as discipline you. 


Not in a horrible way, the way you usually discipline a child and this was during the times where a spank is not bad or a slap on the wrist wasn't horrible. Because of our dad, we grew up to respect others and be kind. Also to think out the box and use common sense. So yeah, my younger older brother is a gamer but didn't whine too much and also respected others. He also cared for his siblings. Now that he's a teenager.....him being a teenager should say a lot. He is in his rebellion phase, but he still cares and respects others.


Now for my other younger brother. He is the younger than my younger older brother. I remember when he was a baby. So quiet and cute. We were stuck raising him. My older sister raised him the most. We learned how to change diapers, make him a bottle, how to burp him and how to put him in a cradle. Many difficult tasks were given to us and mom was busy, I was about 8 and my sister was close to 10. We learned how to take care a baby at a young age. But our younger brother grew into a good kid and he calls my older sister his mom now, heh. 


He also respects my younger older brother. Such a sweet child, but when he reached pre-teenager mode.....he became a rebellion also. I mean he looks up to my younger older brother. Sigh...


After this brother came another younger brother. He was...annoying? Bratty. He wasn't raised by us, nope. He was given straight to grandmother....the rude one. She kept him from us and cared for him more than us. She also spoiled him. Bought him toys and snacks. We became jealousy of him. He also cried a lot when we didn't give him what he wanted!  He wants that toy? No. He cries. Want my food? No. He cries. He wants you to give him something and if you don't, he throws a tantrum. 


That wasn't even the worst part. The worst part? When he cries and sobs, grandma comes over and asks "what's wrong?" He turns to her and points at us "they hit me!" What!? We may be jealous of him but we would never hurt him, he's still family. We told her we didn't and grandma didn't believe us, she would chase us. Soon we made it into a game. Pick up him and run, also don't let grandma catch you. Many years passed, and when he approached pre-teenager mode. He mellowed out and became more helpful, also nicer.


There's another little brother we have. He was the worst. I believe because our younger older brother raised is why. He raised this child and the kid gained the bad parts of his personality. He gained the one part where he is a spoiled brat. But like all my siblings, I cared for him to. He was still family. He also gained an interest in games and would sell stuff at school....legal stuff like toys. He made his own money and he also goes to skate parks....what a reckless child.


And last but not least...there's another younger brother, mwhahah! He is the new baby of the family. I adore him. I would go and take care of him but he grew more attached to mom. He won't let anybody hold him. I tried but he fights me and cries. Every once awhile he lets me hold him but most of the time he fights me....and like an older sister I am I still adore.


My brothers are family. Just like my sisters. I adore them and love them. I will also care for them to the best of my ability. For they are my brothers and I care for them....





Cradle(cradleboard)- used to wrap your child in and secure them from moving around to much. Keeps them safe and secured.

Everybody goes through the cycle known as Life. We start off as a baby than we grow from there to a child than a teenager and after that we are an adult. After that we are an elder until final......we die. But during this process we learn and we regret, but we move forward no matter how much it hurts or how confused we are. We must move on and continue the process but that doesn't mean we can't have questions. This is a story about Faith, throughout her life she made many mistakes. She regrets some of them but she also learns from them...Read as we journey through her confusing life and hope she finds the answers she's looking for..............

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