Project Fright is a collection of stories of horrific topics including zombies, cryptids, and psychological thrillers. Are these horror stories? No, definitely not (I’m not good enough to write those); these are scary sci-fi topics and/or ideas.


         "DUDDEEE… YOU'RE CROSSING THE DEADLINE AGAIN?!" An annoying voice whizzed through my ears. 
"Calm down man… You know I dedicated myself to thrillers from the day I became a writer…. And this is the first time I am writing a rom-com!"
The guy sitting in front of me, gave me a look of pity when I said that. He had a look in his face as if asking me; Who the hell told you to change your genre. I didn't have any answers for that particular question. It just came to me suddenly one day after writing fictional thrillers for these years that it's time I try something new, I never had any girlfriend since I was born nor did I wanted one. Fortunately for that I could spend time on thinking which led me to take writing as a hobby at first but as time passed it turned into my passion. My interest in thrillers came when I first watched 'The Shawshank Redemption'. It made me watch more and more and read more and more thrillers, until one day while spinning my pen while doing the assignment given by my Physics teacher in the first year of high school something clicked inside my mind and I started writing something then followed it with another and before I could know I had already spent a month and a half writing that, when I finished writing it… I didn't know what to do next. I looked over the internet and found that I can upload my writings in a competition or two. I didn't get any price and that made me really angry as my pride was shattered. I had decided then and there what I was supposed to do in life. Through these 3 years of my writing career I have written about a dozen of books. But when I read some romcoms a few months ago I just got irritated, because those novels had the potential to become one of the best… but, but you have to add those clichés right? Just then I decided mix my genre with romance and make something those extravagant novels couldn't pursue. 
"So when will you submit the second chapter where you introduce the main female character?"
"Well… I want to make a more mysterious female character than even I can think of you know?! "
"Even you can think of?? You're the one who will be writing them… so stop fantasizing and write something "
He was my editor and one annoying editor at that. I met this guy when I decided to take a psychology major in college (even though I was a writer). He was in the same class as me. A very few students in my class were interested in writing but this dude was a hell of a writer himself. He had written many novella drafts in just one year, but that guy never tried to turn them into a book. Those were masterpieces, absolute gems. When I asked him why wouldn't he publish them, he said he never wanted to be writer himself but would love to help others with their books as much as he could. And that's how that dork became my Editor. Well calling him dork wouldn't help me escape hell as I was even a bigger one. 
"Just give me some more time to think… I will be sure to notify you within a week… sounds alright?"
"Well… you have already crossed the deadline so… yeah sure, do your best… . By the way you wanted to visit marriage ceremony in a village right?"
"Yeah…Yeah… We will go there once I figure something out about my mysterious girl" I chuckled and sent him off. After he left I went to the Veranda. I lived in the second floor of the boys hostel in the college I was studying in, I looked down and saw a girl walking in the front lane of our hostel. The college was strict about the interactions between boys and girls(girls weren't allowed to go inside boy's hostel and boys weren't allowed to go inside girl's hostel), which should be obvious but there was one more thing that if any officials saw a boy or a girl roaming around at night other than their rooms then they will be suspended for at least a week. It was pretty interning law coming from a private university. I couldn't care less so I decided to shut down the windows but something grabbed my attention. I saw a boy coming out and stand just in front of that girl. I thought that the girl was going to confess to him but my prediction was a failure as she just slapped as hard as she could. She walked away after saying something which I couldn't hear. That guy had an expression like he has seen a ghost. I shut the windows down and hoped onto my bed. I decided to check some reviews of one of my books in google and there popped a new comment. It said "I really hate you Akash Varma…. The characters in your novels are great and have great character developments but what about your main character? Doesn't he have a peaceful life? He's always indulged in something… he doesn't have a girlfriend, his parents have separated or got killed… Your main character always has a dark story… And you use first person perspective so it makes me feel like super depressed… So, I love your books but I hate you… "The name was Shreya Dey. I have got criticisms and stuffs before too but what was this? I wasn't sure if this was a compliment or a hate speech…." Huhhh" I gave up pondering about it and fell asleep. 
The calling bell rang again and again until I woke up and opened the door. 
"Huhh… what the fuck do you want? First thing in the morning I have to see your face... "I sighed. 
"Being your editor and buddy it's my job to kick your ass out of misery"
"And what do you mean by that? "
He opened a bottle and pour the water over me. 
"WHAT THE… ?!"
"Seems like you're out of misery… so we shall proceed towards our class now Mr Akash Varma"
"Oye… don't call me that, you know my real name right? It's Swades Roy… get it?"
"Yeahh… Yeahhh… Mr Swades sleepy ass Roy now get dressed up or are you planning to go to college like this in boxers?"
Sounds great, I thought and changed. I had given all my clothes to a nearby laundry yesterday so I had to wear a T-shirt which had a hole under my right arm pit and a tracksuit pant. The dress combination was weird making me look like a crack head but I couldn't care less. 
"Wow… the rising star in the writing industry is a crack head?"
"Don't fuck around… "
We left the hostel and took a detour to get some breakfast from the canteen. Ankur(Editor) took a huge piece of burger. I purchased a sandwich and a cup of coffee. 
"How do you take so much fat inside your tiny belly?"
"It increases my metabolism rate"
"You mean you can't shit until you eat it right?"
We reached the building where our class was located. The temperature difference was incredible inside and outside due to the air conditioners. But after having a look at my fourth semester results, my body temperature rise again. As usual I was placed right in the bottom perfectly. Ankur sighed beside me. He was placed in the top three, which made any excuses I could make impossible. The classes for the new semester were shifted to another room. It was on the 5th floor. We went to the elevator but it was full. Each elevator we looked were all full. I had no problems in walking but Ankur was as lazy a person could get. Coming to the second floor he couldn't walk anymore so I had to carry his bag too, the bag felt like it was carrying the Gauntlet of Thanos. 
"What the heck is inside your bag?"
"Ohhh… I issued all the Harry Potter Books at once from the library and I am returning it today "
"What the hell? Why would you do something like that? Couldn't you have asked me? I have truckloads of books"
He grinned. We finally reached the classroom. I took my seat, and wondered how was I still alive… I sat on my usual seat beside the window. Ankur was my bench mate too, so I just couldn't get away from him. We had 15 students in our class including us both. Each of the students were writing something on a piece of paper. Even Ankur was doing the same. 
"What's going on Dude? What are these handouts about?"
"Well, the college is organizing a trip for all the students of the science stream… including all years"
"Huhh? Are they hijacking a plane or something? More than 350 students?"
"No... Not so extreme but yeah they have arranged 7 buses which will take us there"
Well, I can write in peace then ; I thought. 
"Don't think you can get away you're coming too"
"No way"
"Yes way…. I have filled up your form already so I will just submit it now"
"No way, give it to me" I tried to snatch it from him. But my hands slipped. He started running away with the two handouts he had in his hands and before I could catch him, he had already entered HOD's office. I sighed and ambled my way to the corridor where my class was, there I saw the same girl from last night who slapped the life out of that boy. She had an angry expression on her face for some reason and I saw a boy there, the same boy from last night. She marched towards him and without any hesitation just kicked his nuts. The scream of that boy spread throughout the floor. I could feel his pain even from this distance. No one came to help him, I wondered why? 
It was 5:30 and atlast the classes were over. I went to the library with my laptop to write a short story to pass my time and refresh my mind a bit. I grabbed a seat took out my earplugs, started listening to Jazz and submerged myself into my story. Listening to Jazz while writing helped a lot, relaxing the nerves and tiredness which might have taken over. I realized that someone was sitting beside me so, I stopped writing. No one in this college knew that I was a writer instead of Ankur and I wanted to keep that status of normal. When I turned around to see whom it was. I saw that it was the same girl whom slapped and kicked that guy. I lost my balance and fell backwards. She got up from her seat and stretched her right hand towards me. 
"SSSSOORRRYYY… I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING, I PROMISE "
"Why are you screaming? Are you an idiot? We are in library"
I noticed that everyone's eyes were on me. I quickly got up and sat on the chair again. That girl again stretched her hand towards me and I fell down again. This time she grabbed my hand and pulled me up. 
"Why are freaking out? Do I look like a monster?"
I shook my head vigorously. 
"Here your earplugs... They got detached from the wire..." She handed me my earplugs. "Ohhh… so that's why the music suddenly stopped?" I sighed. She was reading a book. Somehow the book looked familiar, when I looked closely it was one of mine. I had proud smile on my face. She caught me starring at her. 
"Do you like thrillers?" she asked. 
"Yeah.. More or less" I said casually. 
Her face suddenly became rigid and then she just jumped out of her seat and grabbed my collar and shouted;
"You half ass readers are the reason the writers don't get enough motivation sometimes!!"
We were kicked out of the library. I left the building and was on my way to the hostel when someone called me from behind. I looked and found it was that girl again. "What a miserable day" I thought and sighed. She ran towards me and took out a book from her bag and handed it to me. 
"Here… read this and tell me how is it"
"Okay.. "
"So what's your name?"
"Swades Roy… What about you?"
"I am Shreya Dey… Now don't ask me for my number, I don't have time for that stuff"
That stuff? What does she mean? And why will I ask for her number? She's the one who came running to me. The more I saw this girl, the more strange she seemed to get. I looked at the book and it was the same book she was reading. "Wow… she gave it to me? Well it feels good when one of your fans suggest you a….. Wait… did she just say Sneha Dey? That girl whom said she hates me in the review section? The hell is this?".
"You know Akash Varma?"
"Ohh… yeahh.. Yeah.. I know him… I mean I read his books, aren't they awsome? You can never figure what would happen next… " When I looked at her, she had the same face when she screamed on me in the library. I stopped talking. 
"AKASH VARMA IS A… IS A… MADMAN… HE JUST NEVER CARES ABOUT HIS MAIN CHARACTERS… HIS MAIN CHARACTERS JUST FLIRT WITH GIRLS AND THE NEXT MOMENT HE VANISHES… HE NEVER ALLOWS THEM TO HAVE ANY RELATIONSHIPS…. I HATE HIMMM.. "
"Huh… why am I alive?"
"Uhmmm… can I say something?"
"Go ahead "
"I think its cliché to involve and stuff in thrillers… so I… ummm… he… so he might you know? Might not like those stuffs.. "
"If that's true… then I hate him moreee… readers look for clichés sometimes, however we advance in our society… some things never change… "
I didn't know why but those words suddenly left a small halt in my heart. Clichés are liked by readers? I never thought of it… I thought books were made to escape reality. 
"But we read books to escape reality right? Then why bring clichés?"
She sighed and said; "We read books to find another reality; where we can laugh, cry, get angry, fall in love… " She went on and on. Her words literally were making that void inside me even bigger. Then I noticed her face, she had a such serious eyes while saying these things. Her lips were moving so fast, it seemed like she was rapping. Her hair was perfectly braided, she wore a white shirt and and a black jeans. She looked like a journalist for some reason. 
"So what do you think?" she asked. 
"Wh… what? Ohh yes you're probably right "
"Not probably… I am absolutely right "
She looked at her watch and said she was getting late and ran away like cheetah. She was so energetic that even I got tired looking at her. "Ankur won't like that girl very much" I thought and chuckled. While coming to my room I saw a guy standing in the corridor wearing a towel. I ignored him and started unlocking my door. 
"You're going in?" he asked.
"Yeah of course… I pay for it"
"Can you please let me in for sometime…. I lost my keys…"
"No… I don't allow males to enter my house… I am straight "
"I am straight too dude… just let me sit inside for a while"
"No.. "
"Then shall I bring my girlfriend too? Then you won't be alone with a guy"
"Nope it's my room not your romantic getaway.. "
Ankur entered the scene and just unblocked my door and went inside as if it was his own. That guy with the towel glared at me and tried to go inside but I blocked his way. 
"Where do you think you're going brat?"
"Please just for a while… even he went inside "
Ankur glanced at us and said;
"Come on Akash… let him in"
"That's not my name, can't you call me by my real name?"
"Yeah… yeah… you want to keep it a secret from everyone that you're a writer… I know but he knows already so let that kid in"
The kid he mentioned was my hostel room neighbour. He just finished his first year and was starting his second now. His ambition was to become a director in the coming future. When asked what he would direct, he had no answers. I pitied that guy not even knowing what to do in his life properly. So he was the only other human who knew about my real identity other than Ankur. He was a Media student, so he knew what he was doing but didn't have clear ideas about the future. He started spending time with us when he was in second semester. 
I let him inside and he just helped himself on my bed. "What do these guys think they are?" I kicked him down of my bed. Ankur raised an eye brow and I knew what that meant, so I said;
"Yeah… I think, I have an idea about my mysterious girl now"
"Mysterious girl? Woah… you got a girlfriend bhaiya?" That kid said. 
"Shut the fuck up Dhruv, and when will your key come back?"
"Keys don't fly Bhaiyaa… tomorrow, it will be here.. "
I didn't like where this was going. 
"So where do you plan on spending the night" I asked. 
"Comeon Akash… he's our kid let's spend the night together"
"Not a single word of that line sounds appreciate… "
So they both decided to spend the night there. I made rajma-chawal and after finishing our night meal, Ankur opened a bottle of wine which he brought with him from somewhere. 
"Don't you get caught? They don't allow this in college do they?" I asked. 
"Who cares… let's have some"
I took a small glass and Ankur finished almost half of the bottle. He was drunk as hell. He started laughing and then crying and then he said how his crush started dating someone else. He started complaining about how he has to keep it a secret too that he is my editor because of my idiotic policy of privacy. He kissed that kid and asked him to join him but he turned him down immediately. At last he reached his limit and fell asleep. I let the kid sleep on my bed and I slept on small sofa which was placed in that room. The room was pretty small and three people sleeping together made it even more exhausting. I opened the windows and there was a nice breeze outside refreshing my mind. The dark sky looked beautiful, with some starts visible it looked just magnificent. I might have written a whole story describing the sky but my daydream was shattered when something hit my head. Someone threw a rock at me. When I looked down, it was none other than Ms Shreya Dey… She had an unusual smile on her face and started waving her hands when she saw that I was looking at her. How did she know I live here? Is she stalking me? She suddenly signalled me if she could come up. I was literally stunned by the bravery of that girl. Coming to boys hostel, asking a boy if she could come to his room, throwing stones? I really needed to be watchful. I signalled her that it's late. But she didn't listen so I went down instead. 
"Did you start reading the book?"
"Yeah it's pretty good… I will surely return it once I finish.. "
"Don't worry about it… I have read it dozens of times "
Dozens of times? Why do you read the book of someone whom you hate so much? I wanted to ask but decided against it. We walked and talked about the book while coming to a stop. She pointed her right index finger towards the sky and said;
"That's Jupiter, right?" I nodded. She continued; "It's so far… isn't it? So far from this world… I wish I could go there…. Far from this world… That's why I love Akash Varma's books, he too seems like he wants to get away from this world… he too wants to be loved… "
"But you hate him, right?!"
"Hmmm… "
" You know, I hate him too… can't change himself, can't change his family situation, can't love others, can't do anything… "
"But he tries his best and help others right?! "
"What?"
"What? You're talking about his main characters, right?"
"Huhhh? Ohhh yeahh.. Yeah… "
She was really a strange girl. She didn't hate the writer Akash Varma, which was me just because of some story but there was a deep reason behind it. She saw her watch. 
"Ohhh shit I am late I have something important to do… later… " She departed like the wind. I decided to go back too but my luck wasn't so good as the warden saw me and shattered my ears, shouting like a monkey. He didn't care if someone was asleep or not he just did what seemed right to him. Maybe I should do what seems right to me too, because only this path could lead me where I want to be….
I reached my room and tip toed my way to the sofa and helped myself. I read an Amazon review this time and there she was again; "Guess what? I found another hater of yours like me….. P.S. Don't stop writing… " I sighed after reading it. Damn this girl really is something….


Most people in this world must have had fantasies about the end of the world at least once in their life. But what really happens when the world ends? Well, Akash.. the lazy, antisocial writer,and an immortal at that... knows exactly what the judgement day looks like. Don't believe it? Here have a look;

“Test run ended or I destroyed everything?”
“You destroyed everything of course… there were still a couple of billion years left for its first stage to be over… and you destroyed it in it’s 0.86th state… any words?”
I really had no words. Well yes, I knew I had to be careful using my powers but I was sure I didn’t use much… 
“I know you didn’t use much but it was enough to destroy that black matter which was forming inside it, and when you blasted it… the black matter ignited itself and made holes in the space time continuum… so yeah you fucked up”
I destroyed the whole fucking universe? Why am I so powerful? 

After destroying the world, he and his friend who is also responsible for this had to group up with strange and mysterious(idiots too!) accomplices to save the world! Which world to save when the world is destroyed right? Well, Akash was dumbstruck too when he saw the world in fine shape but something was off, while destroying the world he had opened a pathway for many different parallel dimensions and humongous beasts were crawling,swimming and flying around the planet now. With uncertainties all around, a dark world where even immortals could die...is it really earth now? As Akash and co land on the Earth:2.0 uncertainly and find their powers gone, they don't know what unimaginable monsters which are bigger than any nightmarish creature anyone can think of,will be there and what will happen to them...Akash always wanted a non cliché life, but not as extreme as this!

My dear adorable readers,
Hope you all are doing fine. 
So, your author is beginning her journey here in Webnovel with my first novel "Fated To You."
As a reader here for the past few years, I have gone through plenty of romance novels. But, in many stories, I have found the predictable plot which after an ample amount of time makes you lose your interest.
So, with a new plot in my mind, I introduced this reincarnation contemporary romance with a realistic story engulfed with a lot of mysteries and turn of events. All I can say is that each chapter you will be unveiled with a new mystery.
My goal is to enter at least the top 50. So, I want you all to support my novel from your heart.
Spoiler Alert!
Both the female and male leads are powerful and have a rich background. They are capable of facing each other head-on!
This will be a story of love and fate between people who were separated in their last lives as a result of tragic consequences. In this newborn life, after their fateful meeting, they will bear an undefined longing for each other but tend to run away from love as they don't want to be hurt again!
Also, there will be humor, bromance, action, vengeance, thrillers, and many more!
Now for the characters, there will be 4 main leads in this story: Luna, Alex, Noah, and Soo-Ha. All are entangled with each other by the game of fate that brought them together. You will be able to get glimpses of their past lives via their dreams! So, make sure to follow each dream accordingly.
Their backstories are very crucial, so you need to follow it to know more about the plot which will lead to the mystery that what had actually happened to them in the past which turned them into cold-hearts? And how their hearts will discover love?
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[MATURE CONTENT ALERT]
"No! I won't let you go this time! No matter how many times more I will be born for you, but I am your eternal fated one." Alex proclaimed passionately.
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What it likes to lose your cherished one, you loved with your whole heart?

 Luna, the only daughter of a rich businessman, was reincarnated with a new chance to live her life without the regret of a tragic death in her last life. The painful scars from the previous life transformed her to despise love forever. 

Alex, monarch of the business world, and a cold-hearted guy surrounded by dark mystic secrets. Behind his ruthless gesture lies a person who has survived barbaric torments as a child.

Fate intervenes and they encounter each other. She shreds in fear as he has the appearance of the same person who caused her the brutal heartbreak. However, Alex doesn't remember a single event from their past life but his heart is mysteriously obsessed with her.

Noah and Soo-Ha, the other two important leads of the story are also interconnected to each other as well as tangled to both Luna and Alex.

Will this fateful encounter succeed Luna to avenge her scars this time & go separate ways from Alex? All these four people brought together by destiny, what will be the impact on their truths of existence? Or destiny has already planned something else as the surreal surprise?
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With the roller coaster ride of emotions, love rivals, mysteries, thrillers & twists - enjoy the unique story.

The end of the 20th century proved a difficult period for Russian literature, with relatively few distinct voices. Although the censorship was lifted and writers could now freely express their thoughts, the political and economic chaos of the 1990s affected the book market and literature heavily. The book printing industry descended into crisis, the number of printed book copies dropped several times in comparison to Soviet era, and it took about a decade to revive.

Among the most discussed authors of this period were Victor Pelevin, who gained popularity with first short stories and then novels, novelist and playwright Vladimir Sorokin, and the poet Dmitry Prigov. A relatively new trend in Russian literature is that female short story writers Tatyana Tolstaya or Lyudmila Petrushevskaya, and novelists Lyudmila Ulitskaya or Dina Rubina have come into prominence. The tradition of the classic Russian novel continues with such authors as Mikhail Shishkin and Vasily Aksyonov.

Detective stories and thrillers have proven a very successful genre of new Russian literature: in the 1990s serial detective novels by Alexandra Marinina, Polina Dashkova and Darya Dontsovawere published in millions of copies. In the next decade Boris Akunin who wrote more sophisticated popular fiction, e.g. a series of novels about the 19th century sleuth Erast Fandorin, was eagerly read across the country.

Science fiction was always well selling, albeit second to fantasy, that was relatively new to Russian readers. These genres boomed in the late 1990s, with authors like Sergey Lukyanenko, Nick Perumov, Maria Semenova, Vera Kamsha, Alexey Pekhov, Anton Vilgotskyand Vadim Panov. A good share of modern Russian science fiction and fantasy is written in Ukraine, especially in Kharkiv,[20] home to H. L. Oldie, Alexander Zorich, Yuri Nikitin and Andrey Valentinov. Many others hail from Kiev, including Marina and Sergey Dyachenkoand Vladimir Arenev. Significant contribution to Russian horror literature has been done by Ukrainians Andrey Dashkov and Alexander Vargo.

Russian poetry of that period produced a number of avant-garde greats. The members of the Lianosovo group of poets, notably Genrikh Sapgir, Igor Kholin and Vsevolod Nekrasov, who previously chose to refrain from publication in Soviet periodicals, became very influential, especially in Moscow, and the same goes for another masterful experimental poet, Gennady Aigi. Also popular were poets following some other poetic trends, e.g. Vladimir Aristov and Ivan Zhdanov from Poetry Club and Konstantin Kedrov and Elena Katsuba from DOOS, who all used complex metaphors which they called meta-metaphors. In St. Petersburg, members of New Leningrad Poetry School that included not only the famous Joseph Brodsky but also Victor Krivulin, Sergey Stratanovsky and Elena Shvarts, were prominent first in the Soviet-times underground - and later in mainstream poetry.

Some other poets, e.g. Sergey Gandlevsky and Dmitry Vodennikov, gained popularity by writing in a retro style, which reflected the sliding of newly-written Russian poetry into being consciously imitative of the patterns and forms developed as early as in the 19th century.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

From the Author 

 

 Dear reader 

 I appreciate your interest in reading these few words in which I talk about my work. It is a good habit to try to understand what led an author to write a particular book, because the motivations vary from author to author and from book to book. 

 As a sign of respect for the reader, in all my books I make a thorough previous investigation of the facts the work refers to, particularly considering that many of them take place in places sometimes very far apart from each other and also in various historical periods; my books often travel indeed through dilated stretches in time and space. 

 These searches are based on my memory, in the large family library and the huge quarry of facts and data existing in the Internet. In the global network everyone can search but not all find the same ... fortunately, since this results in a huge variability and diversity. 

 The plot of course comes from the imagination and fantasy. This is critical for me and I confess that I would never write a book that I wouldn´t like to read; my interests as a writer and as a reader coincide to a large degree. 

 My works often take place in exotic locations and refer sometimes to surprising and even paradoxical facts, but never enter the realm of the fantastic and incredible. Moreover, the most bizarre events are often true. 

 

 About the Author 

 

Cedric Daurio is the pen name an Argentine novelist uses for certain types of narrative, in general historical thrillers and novels of action and adventure. 

The author practiced his profession as a chemical engineer until 2005 and began his literary career thereafter. He has lived in New York for years and now resides in Buenos Aires, his hometown. All his works are based on extensive research, his style is stripped, clear and direct, and he does not hesitate to tackle thorny issues. 

C. Daurio writes in Spanish and all his books have been translated into English, they are available in print editions and as digital books. 

 

 Contact the Author 

 

 Mailto: cedricdaurio@gmail.com 

 Blog: https://cedricdauriobooks.wordpress.com/blog/ 

 



A girl and three teenagers get lost in a high jungle in the Andes. The area is uninhabited and they have to survive in a hostile and unknown environment. In the forest mist float myths and legends of beings called The Ancient Ones, and the girl manages to communicate with wild animals. 
The youngsters must face dangers due to jungle beasts, tropical storms and geological cataclysms, as well as to drug traffickers, Jaguar-Priests and other unknown entities and a sinister place called by the natives The Tangle, an area of the jungle so dense that the vegetation prevents sunlight from reaching the ground. 
To overcome these dangers, the teenagers use their energies and display powers that they did not know they possessed.
A magical novel full of mysteries that will keep you on your toes
until the end.

"You should not have messed with Roxanne,her father-"

"Don't you see it I don't care who the f**k her father is all I care is that she bullied you and I had to know about it from another student."

"She has transferred here just last week-"

"You are seriously defending her?Unbelievable I thought we were supposed to share everything."But I don't blame her for that.This is one of the most precious universities in Italy and unfortunately her father was in the board of directors.This meant more trouble for us.

I clutched my head with my hands doesn't she see how much I care about her?My headache was becoming worse as the minutes passed.

I felt Zlaty sitting beside me and hugging me."I am sorry."

"Don't be please you are making me feel worse"I didn't mean to make her feel bad I was just angry.We sat like that for a few minutes and I knew it was back to normal between us again whenever we had an argument no matter how bad it was we always sought it out like this and I immediately felt better .There was like a strong bond between us.Even since that incident happened,Zlaty took it upon herself to take care of me as well as all the other works.We lost our parents when we were still very young and till this day I think I am missing a great detail that I can't seem to remember no matter how hard I try to.That cursed night that changed our lives in just a few seconds,which is the reason why I am like this today.

"Remember our moto??"I asked,"United we stand-"

"Divided we fall!"Zlaty finished it.Even in our hardest times this was the thing which kept us going and kept me from giving up on life.

"Hey I need to leave.the cafe needs me"

I said getting up and taking the half made sandwich with me.

"Ok try to come fast honestly you don't even need to do a part time job our parents' savings can take care of our needs very well besides you are literally skipping all your lessons it's not even lunch time "

I just smiled and grabbed my hoodie."If they ask where I am please tell them we are both sick and cannot come "she nodded.

"Oh by the way I saw you taking some novels from the library are they thrillers or the same old shitty kind?"

"Don't curse,and no they are romantic novels."

I scoffed,"Zlaty, you will always be a nerd!"

"What?why?"

"Love is such a fancy word,isn't it?Fortunately it doesn't exist"-Triska 

"Love is a magical thing which takes us far from reality!!"-Zlaty

"Keep dreaming,nerdy!"Saying that I dashed out in the cold day into the streets of Italy .

I hate lying to Zlaty but always I end up doing it.She's safe in the world of lies I built for her and no matter what,I would never risk her life.

While thinking such things I did not realise when I reached that dark alley.

"Hey!Back already?"

A cold day felt colder with a silver knife pressed against your throat didn't it?

I jabbed my elbow in that persons ribs while using my other hand to bring him in the front and jab my knee in his jaw.It took just a few seconds to bring him down.

"Ow!ow!Sorry let go please"the jerk exclaimed."Give me a good reason why I should""Because I am your only friend?"

Rolling my eyes I got off from him"Be serious John."I heard him mumble behind me but still filled me.It was a long walk of silence until we reached the old building.

"We are here.Ready for another day?"I hummed and went inside and down the stairs towards the people who were the causes of my nightmares nowadays.

"You are late!"the voice came from behind us and I felt John tense up. We slowly turned towards him.

"Welcome back agents I hope you know the consequences of coming late."

Oh no not again!

Hearing her question, Wang Yong didn't panic nor did he get flustered. 

" Unfortunately, I cannot answer this question now. " Wang Yong mysteriously smiled. 

" What? " Zhi Ruo was clearly pissed.

It took her so much effort to ask such an embarrassing question and in the end, he didn't even want to answer her.

" That's not fair... " Zhi Ruo sulked, " Does time affect your response or what? "

" No. " Wang Yong calmly replied. 

" Then why can't you answer it now? " Zhi Ruo frowned.

" Because it will affect your reaction. " Wang Yong smirked as he pulled out another dessert from the box and took a spare spoon to dig into it. 

Zhi Ruo was fuming, ' What the hell does that mean? Can't he just answer? That sly big boss...pretending to be mysterious and all...but wait! Does that mean that maybe the answer isn't no and that he actually likes me?! '

Seeing her confused eyes, Wang Yong chuckled and brought the spoon of crème brulée near her mouth, " Don't be mad, eat your sweets, it will help you become happier. "

Zhi Ruo opened her mouth by instinct and tasted the sweet dessert. 

Wang Yong continued to feed her a few spoons before Zhi Ruo was finally done with her monologue and realized that she was like a little pet getting fed by her owner, " What are you doing?! "

Zhi Ruo swiftly evaded the spoon and glared at the laidback big boss, ' Isn't this big boss changing too fast?! Why do I feel like he is treating me like a pet? '

" Feeding you. " Wang Yong replied with an innocent voice like he did nothing wrong. 

" I can eat by myself. " Zhi Ruo declared.

" I know but you were deep in thought so I helped you. " Wang Yong grinned happily at the grumpy cat.

' Sigh... my little princess is trying too hard to act cold when she is obviously so cute when she is childish and spoiled... ' 

" Xiao Yong, I finished your food, I quickly made a bowl of stir-fried rice with a healthy salad on the other side. " the chef walked near them and placed the plate in front of Wang Yong. 

" Thank you. " Wang Yong amiably smiled and set down the spoon he used to feed Zhi Ruo.

The chef happily left remembering that he had won the bet and quickly left to brag about his win to his other coworkers. 

" I won't be able to help you eat. " Wang Yong handed her the spoon.

" I don't need you to. " Zhi Ruo gave him a glance before grasping the spoon and eating her sweet. 

Wang Yong laughed at her cute behaviour and stopped teasing her. 

...

At night, after everyone ate together, they all sat down in the living room to watch some tv together.

After what happened with Zhi Ruo, Hui Yin thought that it would be better if, at night on the weekends, none of them worked and spent some quality time together. 

" What should we watch? " Zhi Ruo flipped through the channels while hugging one of her bears.

" Maybe we should watch a movie? " Zhi Chao proposed.

Hui Yin, Zhi Duyi and Zhi Chao sat together on the central main couch while Wang Yong and Zhi Ruo sat on the side one with snacks on the sofa.

" Sure. " everyone agreed and so the conclusion was that they watched the Oscar-winning movie ' Parasite ' which was highly recommended.

Zhi Ruo covered her exposed long legs with her blanket while one hand was holding her bear and the other searching in the popcorn bag. 

Zhi Ruo was completely absorbed by the movie and didn't notice Wang Yong moving closer to her.

The funny movie unexpectedly took a scary turn and Zhi Ruo closely-held her bear, ' Damn it, that's the reason I only read romance novels...I can't handle thrillers or horrors... ' 

Towards the end, a massacre began and Zhi Ruo was completely in utter shock and in a state a fear.

' Damn! Did the dude on the floor just convulsed?! ' Zhi Ruo gasped.

Like a totally naughty kid taking advantage of the girl he liked, Wang Yong found her little tense hand under the blanket and intertwined their fingers. 

Zhi Ruo glanced at Wang Yong.

" Like this, I will be less scared. " Wang Yong smoothly lied. 

" Okay... " Zhi Ruo answered like she was doing him a favour but it made her feel better to hold someone's hand. 

' Wow...surprisingly the big boss can't deal with thrillers too huh... ' 

Right at the moment of climax, the doorbell rang. 

The Zhi family was extremely shocked, it was already 10:30, who would come so late? 

By then, the maids and butlers already left for their sleeping quarters so there was nobody to open the door.

" I'll go open the door. " Wang Yong proposed and stood up, his hand letting go of Zhi Ruo's one.

However, Zhi Ruo tightly held onto his and said, " I'll go with you. " 

Wang Yong didn't say anything and just smiled. They headed to the door.

' It's just a door, do they both have to go while holding hands...? ' the rest of the Zhi family thought. 

Wang Yong opened the door and at the same time, both Zhi Ruo and him frowned. 

' Li Wei... '

Looking at the guest, Zhi Ruo was in disbelief, ' This dude really thinks he lives here huh? Why the hell is he always at our house?! Go away you annoying ice cube! '

" Zhi Ruo. " Li Wei exclaimed as soon as the door opened.

He promptly stepped in and hugged her, " Are you okay? I thought you fainted. "

Being suddenly hugged by the ice cube, Zhi Ruo felt extremely weirded out, ' What the hell is happening?! Stay in your character setting you damn ice cub! '

" Let me go! What are you doing?! Who do you think you are?! " Zhi Ruo furiously said. 

Wang Yong was also momentarily shocked and he instantly regretted it. Regaining his senses, he pulled away Li Wei and frowned, " She said to let go. "

Wedding planner and ethical hacker, Zhi Ruo dies but gets a second chance. She asked to have a pretty, healthy and rich body who never gets fat no matter how much she eats, who has a nice and warm family and so on...

" And finally who has a peaceful life! Nothing much! " Zhi Ruo smiled to God.

God:...Sure...( Yeah, that's not going to happen...)

Well, it actually happened, kinda...

She did get a pretty, healthy and rich body who doesn't get fat, a nice family and... but she needs to work...and she is the villain of the frustrating romance novel she just read...

And what happened to her peaceful life? (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ 

Sigh...Let's just seen how it goes...

Oh! And she received a nice big teddy bear who she always like to cuddle with! 

He is actually human but whatever, he is her exclusive teddy bear!

I realised I wasn't in my body as soon as I woke up - because, for some reason, I was being held. Physically held, in the arms of a man I did not recognise... and he was walking with me - in his arms.
Well, I was a 6ft tall, 36-year-old man who had not been to the gym in 3 years. A man with a face lined with age should not be able to carry me this easily - I began wiggling around but the man's hold on my body tightened,
"It seems his highness has woken up," the man said, his voice was warm, and his gaze was fond. I stared at him because he was holding me in his arms like I weighed nothing. 
For a moment, it didn't process - and then it did.
See when I'm scared, or upset or surprised, I don't scream or shout or panic - I just shut down. You could practically hear the windows error noise in my head and see the blue screen in my eyes as my brain went in full system reboot mode.
"Your highness?" The man asked he looked at my dad's age or maybe slightly younger. His face was clean-shaven and his shoulders were broad - clearly, this old man worked out. A slight buzz started ringing at the back of my head,
"It seems you still aren't feeling too well," the old man sighed, he began walking down a long hallway, through doors that others would open for him and the entire time, the buzzing became louder - until it was all I could hear.
I didn't recognise anything - this place I was in was grand, and this man carrying me called me 'your highness' with sincerity - like that something people actually called other people. The only time I've been called 'Your Highness' is when I asked my little sister for a favour and she was being a little shit about it.
But here was a grown man my father's age, holding me in his arms and calling me 'your highness' like it was a completely natural thing.
The buzzing in my ears was starting to make my head throb, and my arms and legs ached like I had run a marathon the day before - a bone-deep dull throbbing. I squirmed around in the man's arms and he frowned, 
"We're almost at your bedroom your highness, please wait just a moment more," the old man said gently and sure enough - we only passed through one more set of grand double doors, before coming to a room about as big as my studio apartment. 
There was a grand four-poster bed with a canopy of gold-laced white curtains. In fact, everything in the room was clean and cool white with gentle linings of gold that made everything look expensive. It felt like if I touched something I would leave smudges on it. 
The old man set me on the bed, piling pillows behind me so I was propped up against the headboard, and covered me in a white duvet before handing me a glass bottle. It looked like something you might find in a 'My First Science Kit' box. A test tube with a cork stopper and an electric blue liquid swirling with an almost metallic sheen inside. 
"You should drink it all, your highness, I have some juice ready for you as well," the old man said, I was a bit hesitant to drink it - but then I was in shut-down mode, my brain wasn't working and I couldn't think of any counter-arguments against drinking what looked like a test tube of melted slushie. 
Well, I already didn't know what the heck was going on, so I pulled out the stopper with a 'pop' and downed it on one. 
The taste wasn't bad - well - it wasn't good, like drinking vinegar but apart from my eyes watering a little - it wasn't too bad. Plus the old man took the tube and handed me a glass of apple juice almost immediately. 
"There, you should feel better soon," he said and bowed once before leaving the room. 
I cradled the juice in my hands, and stared around the room - the old man was right, the discomfort in my body, the dull pain and the buzzing - it was all starting to fade away. My vision cleared and I actually started calming down enough to be able to think. 
I stared at my own hands, that were smoother and smaller than the hands I actually knew - even my nails were neatly trimmed and manicured. They looked like a child's hand, and judging from the size difference between me and the old man - I must have been a child, or rather, was I in a child's body?
Didn't think kind of thing happen often in the novels my little sister read? Someone who wakes up in the body of someone else. Our age difference was big since my little sister was born from my father's second marriage - but we were close since both of our parents worked. 
I smiled at the thought - she would often stash her things at my apartment - the things she didn't want our parents seeing - novels and manga with more explicit and sensitive content. 
I remember reading a few of those not long ago, just a long weekend with nothing to do but have a beer and skim through a novel or two hoping to find a decent idea for her birthday present.
Is that what had happened to me? How unfair, she had been planning for something like this her whole life. She would probably be extremely jealous if she knew. 
It calmed me down some more - thinking about it like that, so I decided to do what those characters in the stories often did - find out who I was. If this was just some elaborate dream, then I would wake up soon and that would be that. 
If not, and I was really in another life, in another world or another time - then I suppose knowing who I was would be best. 
Unfortunately, the original occupant of this body didn't conveniently keep a diary which outlined their everyday life, I did however find a few novels. Their taste in books was quite grim, thrillers and horror stories. I also found a prescription for some medication in one of the drawers - thankfully, it seemed like I could read everything just fine. 
From the prescription, I found out my name was Rian A. Lockridge, and considering the old man from before called me 'your highness' I assume I'm a prince of some kind.
While flipping through the drawers, I also spotted some open letters, a few invitation cards from what seemed to be other nobles, a bright red envelope caught me eye, it was already open so I slipped out the card inside - it was a wine-red card with golden ink announcing the birth of the 3rd prince. 
And that was a name that sparked something in my memories - not so much actual knowledge - but it was certain I recognised that name - Marcus Argenroi Lockridge. Is that what the A in my name stands for as well?
Either way, Marcus Lockridge was a character I recognised because his poster was up on the door of my sister's room - a character wielding a sword and wearing a red cape if I remember correctly. I'm pretty sure I bought her that poster too. 
Ah, if she ever found out about this situation she would probably commit several murders as blood sacrifices to take my place. 
Either way, I don't remember the flow of the story much - but Marcus Lockridge was the male lead competing for the crown and the female character was someone who had already lived her life once and gone back in time after being unjustly killed. 
And then shit happens, there are some fight scenes and they become the benevolent rulers of the kingdom to live happily ever after. Well, I supposed it was clear who to not make an enemy of. 
I stared at the red card in hand, it had a date and time for a banquet to celebrate the birth of the new prince - I suppose this was something I've attended already? Come to think of it, I don't even know the date...
How should I play this? Amnesia seems a bit cliche... well I suppose I have no other choice, I guess it will be amnesia. 
After tidying the drawers, I hobbled back to the bed, pausing at the full-mirror in the corner of the room. It was set up next to the door which I assumed was the walk-in-closet all rich people seemed to have. 
I took a breath and closed my eyes, blindly walking forwards until I was stood in front of the mirror, before finally opening my eyes. 
Right. I suppose it made sense.
There was a huge feeling of disconnect between what  I was seeing in the mirror and what my brain felt l should look like.
The boy in the mirror had silky black hair and wide blue eyes. I looked to be about 12 or 13, not quite having it puberty yet from the looks of the milky smooth skin and delicate features. I could pass for a girl really. 
And here the male lead was tall and handsome and rugged... I suppose it made sense he had to be special - maybe I would hit a growth spurt soon. Would my voice break? Ah I can't believe I have to go through all of that again.

In this story, there is a scorned female lead who goes back in time after being unjustly killed by the people she once loved and a male lead who loves and supports her through her quest for revenge. 

And there are villains, of course, the people who had abused the female lead, the ones who had neglected the male lead, the targets of her revenge in this second life. 

And then there was Prince Rian, a somewhat plain, sickly character who had barely shown up only to be immediately dismissed as non-threatening and then dying an unremarkable death in the epilogue. 

Well, it took me a few minutes to figure this out - but it turns out that the sickly background character that shows up in 2 sentences of a 300 chapter novel - well that's me.

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