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You already read the Title. So the mc will be op. That's it ok. Lol just read what happens.

and also the paper is not mine this is just something I do for fun. lol credit goes to the cover of this book.

In the slums of a small town was a man was running he was looking paranoid like he knew that he's end was near in his hand he had a book the book looked old burnt on the edges, behind the man we're two men covered in black clothing their faces hidden  by masks the masks gave off this aura of intense blood lust Suddenly the man made a Sharp corner hiding the book behind a dumpster.
The masked men had caught up to him and held him down to the pavement then the men asked 
"where is the book h tell us and maybe he will forgive you "
"ok please just let me live "
then h gave them a decoy book
"good, but we both know that his greatness can't have any witnesses "
they took out a wooden doll representing the human body 
"no please no! Anything but that "
then they held up the doll to their arm suddenly the dolls mouth burst open biting his hand slowly the doll started to glow a dark shade of red once it became fully red the only thing left of the man was a mummified corpse of him then a silver doll absorbed this white energy that came out of the man and then the corpse turned into ash.once they were finished one of the masked man said 1:"ok let's go " 2: wait let's check the book " 
they noticed that the book had a paper cover over the original book cover ,one of them ripping off the paper cover  and looked ate the books actual cover that said "105 ways to impress your lady in bed" 
the masked man :shit shit shit shit!! he's gonna kill us we failed him " he said with genuine fear in his voice "snap out of it let's tell his greatness what happened" the second day a man in his 20-s named m(but he prefers m) down on his luck was going by he had just lost his job do to his brother death he could not focus on his job anymore he walks down the alley and passing by the dumpster when he dropped a quarter that rolled under the dumpster he yelled "damn it" and started reaching for it when he found a book he took it opening it but suddenly a homeless man jumped out of the dumpster scaring him half to death so he ran home and took the book with him - at home- he opened the book getting a paper cut from it a drop of blood got on the book. Suddenly the book started floating giving off a heavenly glow from the glow came out a golden doll similar to the wooden and sliver ones the man amazed by the floating book and a doll didnt have time to react when the doll got launched at him and bit him on the neck

"A Tale as Old as Time.." Axle read the bold golden words across the tan-colored book cover. Comparing the book in his hand to the ones he saw on the shelves, this one had an ancient aura to it. Perhaps it was the illusion of creases on an old, yellow paper, Axle felt it looked simple and intriguing.
"Next," the cashier's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but just right to not disturb other customers. Axle realized while he was engrossed by the book cover, the other customers in front of him has completed their purchase already. Hurriedly, he stepped forward to place the book on the counter.
"You've chosen a great novel." The cashier's face was covered by a face mask and circular framed glasses - the glasses were thick and the lenses were foggy. With one look at the young lady behind the counter, Axle smiled. Although she had accessories covering her face, the thick ink colored — realistically drawn — unibrow was enough to catch people's attention. Behind the circular lenses was an adventurous page of vibrantly painted eyeshadows - purple, blue, green, yellow, and orange.
Mini dot-like marks scattered in groups across her cheekbones, highlighting the mascara smudges.
"Is this novel that good?" He continued staring at the lady's face with heightening curiosity.
She chuckled. "En. This classic cover is actually a crumpled piece of paper with teabag stains on it. It was unfolded before a picture was taken. That's why it looks so realistic and oddly attractive. It makes readers feel like this is a love letter between Eros and Psyche, doesn't it? I saw you staring at the book cover intensely for a while."
Axle agreed with her statement. He thought the book cover was very alluring in its own style. Realizing what the cover resembled, he started understanding why it caught his attention. It looked like the crumpled pieces of papers in Eros' chamber after he had failed to draw his wife's portrait out. Every time he tried doing something artistic, somehow his tea gets on the paper before his tools touched it.
Flipping the book opened, the cashier turned to the last page of the book where she smiled at the last words on the lower right corner. As she proceeded to turn the last page to find the barcode, a sharp pain lingered on her thumb. She hissed in response to the paper cut she received. "Oh, no! I'm sorry, my blood stained the corner of the last page. Let me check if there's a new one in stock." She pulled out a tissue, wrapped it around her cut and searched the inventory.
Axle looked out of the glass window and realized that he has spent over an hour in the bookstore. The transportation portal to the underworld was a few blocks from where he stood and it'll take him at least five minutes to get there. If he waited for the cashier to get a new book, he might not make it in time. Considering the consequences of arriving back late, Axle felt cold sweat form on his back. He took out his wallet and asked. "It's alright. My uncle won't notice the bloodstain. I'm in a rush, so can I complete my purchase now?"
"Then, the total will be $9.99. I applied my worker's discount since I dirtied it. Sorry for the wait." She apologized for the delay and completed the transaction. As soon as he received the receipt, he stormed out of the store with the book in his hands. "Thank... you...Come again....? Wow! He ran like lightning speed!"
All of a sudden, a numbing sensation stimulated her nerves from the right side of her thigh to her spine. She gasped, shuddering from the buzzing vibration.
"Phew. It was just my cellphone." She patted her chest and pulled her phone out of her right pocket. While scrolling through her notifications, she noticed the increasing number of unread messages surfacing like groups of bots trying to spam her. Without a doubt, she could already guess who these messages came from.
The radiance of her phone screen stung her eyes, causing her eyes to squint from irritation. Quickly lowering the level of brightness, she opened the messaging app and entered the newly created group chat.
On top of the chat, Primrose saw two green circles next to the other two members in the group chat. The two members were busy typing responses to each other that they didn't notice she came online. Amused by how the conversation was going between them, Primrose skimmed through the content without replying to any messages.
Her slender fingers brushed against the screen protector, scrolling down to the most recent texts her brothers sent. Reading the lines one after another, the picture of two dogs playing tug of war became imprinted on her mind. A gentle laugh escaped her lips, so soothing that it warmed the people who heard it.
Group chat messages:  Three Unread messages
Big Bro: You sissy! Go cook your rice! Remember to use a rice cooker this time and not burn a good pot like last time!
Second Bro: You Casanova! Quit flirting with female managers and handle the woman in the house first! She is the most important one! Tch! You lame flirter can't even stir eggs properly. When I was cooking, you were still in your diapers!
Big Bro: Hah! Excuse you, but I am older than you. When I was in diapers, you weren't even born yet. Also, if mine is shitty flirting, then you are the master of chopsticks clipping mosquitoes' guts in the air because you're single! You kitchen man!
Like comedians, her brothers never failed in making her laugh from their daily interactions. With these two around, the house was much livelier and cheerful. Shaking her head a few times, Primrose had no idea whether she should be laughing or crying at this point.
Group chat messages: unread messages
Big Bro: Dude, you made this group chat, but forgot to rename it!
Second Bro: Oh snap! Let me change it right now!
[This group chat has been renamed to Primrose's Eighteenth Birthday! Everyone Rush Home To Eat Rice!]
Big Bro: Eh? I rush home for my baby sis.
Second Bro: [Grins] And whose rice do you end up eating every night you come home?
Big Bro: ...
Second Bro: I thought so.
Primrose: My phone is about to explode from your messages!
Big Bro: [Gasp sticker] Wow! Princess is actually online!
Second Bro: [Hug sticker] Our family's princess, what kind of cake do you want? I will bake it for you~
Big Bro: [Hug sticker] It's that hooligan's fault your phone has this much spam~ Don't worry, big bro will compensate for your loss. How is work going?
Primrose: ...

A promised eternity and meaningful vows linked the Greek god of love and a mortal to lifetimes of relationship. Two drips of blood stained one rock as the proof of their devotion for each other. Before Eros could kiss his bride, she collapsed to deep slumber in his arms. The first and last kiss he ever laid on her forehead was a heart wrenching one that moved clouds to tears, stopped birds from singing and darkened the sky.

At the peak of his heart ache, he glared at his mother, Aphrodite, resentfully for her lies, schemes and jealousy. 

"The moment you decided to hurt her, you should have expected losing me as your son." Eros eyes laid on his wife whose body withered to ashes and flowed to the underworld. 

"Let her live and I'll be her replacement." Once again, he watched her soul reach safety to the Oracle's hands. 

Aphrodite stripped away his power and threw him to the dungeon of suffering and torment, expecting him to give up his stubbornness after a few days. His love for her only deepened and the desire for power heightened. Eventually, he became the Devil. 

Oracle: "Her soul has been sent to the reincarnation portal, but I can't say when it would be her turn."

"I'll wait for that day to come." Eros sipped his wine in his chamber as he stayed away from heavens. 

Thousands of years later.....

"Master! Master! The human world is very exciting! There are books about you and your late wife's love story there too! I wonder how humans learn about these stories." The teenage crow demon, Axle, flapped his wings excitedly as he chanted about his findings.

"Oh? Then bring me that book as souvenir next time." Eros chuckled at his underling. 
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The crow disguised himself as a teenager and always wandered around in a bookstore.
"Tsss.. paper cut!" The girl accidentally cut her finger when she flipped to the last page of the Greek mythology tales book at the counter.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, but the book..."

"It's fine. I'll still take it." The crow said as he didn't mind the drip of blood that stained the words, happy ending, on the last page of the book.
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The book burned to flames and was tossed to the floor for others to make a bonfire. "Ridiculous! Happy ending? Don't let me see that ever again!" Eros' rare anger filled voice echoed piercingly in other demon's ears. 

Crow: "Master! Look!"

Eros' attention landed on the pile of ashes on the floor. With widened eyes, he approached the pile of ashes and picked up the unburned piece. "Happy ending.."

Oracle: "Eros, she's back."
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- A certain high school -

"Ugly trash! Leave!" Classmate voices echoed in the girl's ear as she found her gymnastic sneakers filled with pin tacks, gym uniform soaked in pungent scented liquid and scribbled curses all over her desk. 

Facing the insults five days a week, she had gotten used to it. Still, it hurt to see people duding by her appearance. As tears clouded over her face, the mixture of cosmetics melted. 

"Here, wipe your tears. Don't let their words get to you." The popular classmate smiled and handed her a pack of tissues, instantly winning her heart as nobody had shown her an inch of respect in school.

Rinsing her cosmetic filled face at home, the water dyed grey along with other colors. "I found you, my prince."

Too bad, the prince was just a jerk who wanted to gain popularity. Luckily, she realized it early.
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One night, she saved a kitten from getting run over by a car. The driver stepped out and asked if she was alright. Seeing how the man was wrapped up from head to toe, she handed the kitten to him. "I'm fine. Here, take the kitten to the hospital."

"Miss, I think you need the hospital more than the kitten." His voice sounded magnetic to her ears.

"I'm really fine. Bye." Her gorgeous smile greeted the man warmly. 

"Interesting. She didn't scam me." Eros stared at the direction where she had ran away.

"You want this baby, but you don't want me Richard!" Christabel threw the book in her hand when suddenly Richard walked into the room. The throw almost hit Richard in the face, fortunately the man's reflexes were so good that he still had time to dodge.
Richard took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the book and walked over to his wife. "Bell… what happened?" Christabell chose to lie down and cover her face with a blanket. Still looking patient Richard, he sat on the edge of the bed and put the book on the small table beside the bed then rubbed Bell's arm that poked out from under the blanket. "What are you saying?" Rich asked confused.
Christabell removed the blanket on her face and looked at her husband. His eyes were filled with flashes of anger who knew where it came from and what caused it, until now, Richard was still guessing.
"You want to know?" Christabell asked with an annoyed face.
"Yes, tell me. Why are you so angry?" Richard asked softly.
Christabell took the little piece of paper and threw it too, so that Richard had to pick it up again. Richard unfolded the paper and read it. "What's the problem with this paper?" Richard asked, confused. He did not find anything odd about the paper. Just a paper with thanks.
"You chatted with Gabriel Zein, right?" Christabell spoke with trembling lips and a high voice as her tears began to fall.
Richard smiled and shook his head. He couldn't believe his wife's mind could be that wild. How could he possibly think that the paper was given by Gabriel Zein?
Richard approached trying to grab it but Christabell seemed to dodge, "Don't you dare touch me." She even shook off Richard's hand violently.
Richard took a deep breath, then explained to his wife the little piece of paper that had been a source of great anger for Christabell. "Ok, GZ is the name of the author of this book, Giana Zoey. You can also find that name on the cover of the book, clearly written there." Richard put the book on the edge of the bed and intended to leave the room. Until the moment he was standing in the doorway before exiting, Christabell rushed over to him and embraced him from behind.
"Today I came to his book launch event to get the first print and autograph, this book about pregnancy is a big seller on the market and a good recommendation for mothers with first pregnancies. Richard explained as he picked up the book that was lying on the table and tucked the small paper in one of the pages.
"I hope this is clear to you." Said Richard.
Christabell looked at her husband.
"I'll leave you alone, maybe you'll feel better." Richars said, but suddenly Christabell spoke in a trembling voice, "I really feel bad about this pregnancy." Said Bell tearfully.
Richard turned around he hugged his wife tightly.
"I have no more business with that woman, and never mention her name again." Richard confessed his heart to Christabell.
He tried to convince Christabell, that there would be no other woman in his life. The only one Rich loved and wanted was Christabell. "I want you more than anything, and if because of that wish I was rewarded with a baby, I consider it a bonus, but believe me nothing will change how I feel for you, never ever." Richard assured Christabell with the deep gaze of his eyes.
"Are you serious? Even if I get fat and there is an incision on my stomach that will make me less sexy when I wear a bikini?" Christabell whine.
"I dont care." Richard replied. "I love you the way you are." Muttered Richard.
"Even if Gabriel Zein comes back to tease you?"
"Yes, even when another woman what ever her name comes, I will not turn away."
Christabell was still in tears, she looked up at her husband. "Sorry."
"I've prepared myself for all of your explosive emotions, the doctor said it all and I'm trying to adapt."
Christabell buried her head in Richard's arms, but Rich took her face and kissed her.
"Don't kiss me back, I don't want you to get excited and contractions. Be patient." Rich said, and it made Bell's face looks disapointed again. For the next nine months the two of them will still face various complications surrounding Christabell's pregnancy.

Christabell, that is my name. I was born to a woman who even until now I did not know her. I grew up in an orphanage and devote myself to helping nursing mothers to take care of the other kids until I was twenty years old. 

That day a woman came and offered a promising job. Among the few girls there she chose me and I could not refuse  to go with her. And since then my life has changed. 

Here, in the agency, I wear beautiful clothes, fancy jewelry and I can even wear all the items from famous brands in every look I have. Not to dance, or sing, but to give sexual satisfaction to a man who pay the price. 

I was stranded in an agency where I was sold as a prostitute, A horrible thing that I never imagined. But in my first debut, a man came and paid a million dollars to have sex with me. 

What a crazy man.

He won the auction and he took me to the VVIP room because of the fantastic amount of money he paid. But strangely he did not touch me at all until his time was up.

And when he left, I only realized if he had just stolen my heart. The man who called RICHMAN

***

Their love story begins with a fantastic auction price won by Richard for a night's satisfaction with the innocent girl. And the next story will make the reader feel like being taken in a rolercoaster because the love journey between Christabell and Richard is not easy.

Under the desk light, Lin Sheng was immersed in studying the text that he had just translated.
He repeatedly checked the words using the dictionary to see if he had made any mistakes, and after three rounds of verification, Lin Sheng was pretty sure that his translation was correct.
"If it's really a handbook of swordsmanship, then the book I saw in the dream..." Lin Sheng was in disbelief as he remembered that nothing was repetitive despite the vast amount of text in the book.
If those writings were authentic…
A strong sense of curiosity rose within him.
"How could it be? It was just a dream!" Lin Sheng smacked and lowered his head to continue translating the last line of the text that he had memorized and written down. The first line was on the front cover, and the last line was on the lower right corner of the back cover. He was initially not sure what they were about. However, with the help of the dictionary, he quickly finished translating the remaining words.
Fortunately, the Rehn writing system was not difficult to learn, and there were many experts of the language in the country. Lin Sheng was glad that he had bought the dictionary.
After he was done with the translation, he picked up the note, waved it a little, and put it back down on the table. His expression changed.
"What is this?" Lin Sheng looked perplexed. By now, he was dead sure that his dreams had gone wrong. The black text on the white paper clearly read Class II Swordsman. Ravel's Handbook.
"Class II Swordsman?" Lin Sheng had found something life-changing. He remained silent for a while before he scrunched up the paper and went to open the door.
The living room was dark; his parents were not home yet. He took a deep breath, walked quickly into the kitchen, and wet the crumpled paper under the faucet.
Lin Sheng watched as the writings on the crumpled paper blurred and faded quickly under the running water. When the writings finally turned into faint patches of black ink, he tossed the wet paper into the trash can, dried his hands, and left the kitchen to return to his bedroom.
Without cleaning himself up, Lin Sheng took off his clothes and socks, then got into bed.
He could not wait to reenter the dream from the day before so that he could obtain a little more content and see if the book was truly readable.
He wondered if he could still access his previous nightmare.
"I hope I can still dream about it." Lin Sheng was looking forward to it.
Without the feeling of fear this time, he closed his eyes. He regulated his breathing and emptied his mind.
Time then ticked away.
Lin Sheng's consciousness gradually blurred. In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of the security door unlocking in the living room and someone walking in.
The person did not utter a word, and there was no other sound. Soon, footsteps were heard coming from the corridor, and his bedroom door was pushed open. Lin Sheng could clearly feel that someone was standing at the doorway, peering at him.
"Is that Dad or Mom?" Lin Sheng speculated. But he did not even know when the person left because he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Lin Sheng stood quietly in the gloomy manor's hall, next to the fireplace with a bust. In front of the fireplace was a rectangular dining table covered with a tattered tablecloth. He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.
"Am I really back?" Lin Sheng found it incredible. He thought that he would experience his previous nightmare again, and he was prepared to confront it. But to his surprise, he had come to this place instead.
"Where is this place?" Lin Sheng searched his memories but did not find anything reminiscent of the manor.
"The scenes in dreams are supposedly places that I've seen before. Most of the time, it would be familiar scenery, people, and things. But I have no idea what this place is." Lin Sheng knitted his brows together, looking down at the long gray underwear that he had worn to bed.
"Even the loose thread isn't here?" Lin Sheng raised his right hand, where there used to be a loose thread hanging from his sleeve near the elbow.
Pausing for a moment, he then walked straight toward the study room. He had checked the other places in the manor, and now, the study room, specifically the opened book on the table, was the only thing that interested him.
Lin Sheng twisted the doorknob and reentered the study room, which he had previously left.
The room layout was still the same as before; there were two mahogany bookshelves filled with books, a stack of books on a low wooden table, a candlestick, and a large opened book.
Lin Sheng walked up to the low table. Sitting down, he carefully looked at the content of the book—the dense text and graphics were clear.
"So realistic! It doesn't feel like I'm in a dream." Lin Sheng was amazed.
He reached out to grab the corner of the wooden table to make sure that he was not dreaming. The tactile sensation was still the same as before—he could not feel anything as if his hand was wrapped in a thick cotton cloth. But what surprised him was the perception of touch this time. It was much more refined than the one in his previous dreams.
Lin Sheng retracted his hand and refocused his attention on the book in front of him. The sheer amount of Rehn text gave him a headache.
"With my level of memory power, I can only memorize a little at a time. How long will it take to finish reading a page?" Thinking of that, Lin Sheng felt depressed. However, he had no choice but to translate it bit by bit. Perhaps, he would get more proficient over time.
"It looks like I'll have to return to my old trade." Lin Sheng used to work as an ancient text translator in his past life. Fortunately, the Rehn writings in this world were akin to Old English on Earth; it was relatively obscure but not hard to make out the rough meaning since Lin Sheng was quite an expert at it.
"I'll just treat this like I'm learning another foreign language. If this book's really legible…" Lin Sheng was full of anticipation and curiosity.
He was keen to know what this book in his dream was about. Was it just as the book cover suggested and was about ancient swordsmanship? If this book was comprehensible, would it mean that he could also translate and read the other books on the shelves?
Lin Sheng was on tenterhooks but quickly made up his mind to memorize the content on the first page of the same book for the first time. It was the same book from which he deciphered the text on the cover.
Time was ticking away.
Lin Sheng repeatedly recited a small passage from the first page with the aid of a light, which seemed to have come from nowhere.
Memorizing a paragraph of ancient text without knowing the meaning was tough. Nonetheless, Lin Sheng had been in the trade before so he used his own way to memorize the entire paragraph on the first page.


This is a story of an ordinary boy gaining unusual powers from his nightmares... It all started when Lin Sheng experienced something strange on what he thought was just another normal day. He begins to have recurring dreams that lead him on an incredible journey of discovery as he encounters spine-chilling monsters and elusive secrets.

"*Yawn*... Phew... ... .." <I need to get up but...>
"Haa fuu... Haa fuu... Haa fuu..."
"*loud sleeping dog noises*"
<I am pinned down by Suki... And dang she's heavy>
Yuuto found himself pinned down by a sleeping Ichika using his right arm as a pillow, and his dog sleeping with most of her body on top of him, in a position that didn't allow him to sit. So he just accepted his fate of having to stay on his bed for a little longer
<... By the way what day is today?>
Luckily for him, his phone was charging on top of his bed headboard and in a position, he could pick it up with his left hand, and again luckily for him it was a Saturday
<Thank god!... Meh...>
He disconnected his phone from the charger and began using it as he waited for Suki to wake up and leave, while he did that Ichika snuggled closer to him and hugged him in her sleep, freeing a little more of his right hand, but since he was concentrated on his phone all he ended up doing was unconsciously caress Ichika's head because of her fluffy hair
And they stayed like that for half an hour, when Suki finally woke up and left his bed. Then he swiftly removed his right arm from under Ichika's head without waking her up, and he left his room, went to the bathroom, and put food in Suki's tray, then he sat down on the couch and turned on his video game
"*Yawn*..." <I still have two hours until the brats wake up, so let's make sure to use those two hours efficiently>
He put on his headphone and began playing a certain high difficulty RPG

Two hours later at Yuuto's room

"Haa fuu... *Slowly opens eyes* Hm?... *Sits up* Where... Am I?..."
Ichika who was quick to wake up, quickly noticed that she wasn't in her room, she remained looking around at the room until she remembered that she was at Yuuto's house
"But where's Yuuto-sama?... ... ... Wait! Isn't this the perfect opportunity to find what he likes in girls!"
Ichika got excited at her once in a lifetime chance to search for anything perverted that Yuuto might have hidden in his room, so she got up from the bed and began searching
"Under the bed!"
Nope
"Inside his wardrobe!"
Nah
"In his computer table drawers!"
No luck
"In between his books and mangas!"
Yeah... No
"Just where are his perverted magazines that onee-sama keeps saying that boys at Yuuto-sama age have!?"
Good question
"... Hm? What's this strange key?"
Ichika found a strangely shaped key laying in front of Yuuto's computer monitor, then she noticed that the box in front of the footboard of his bed, had a keyhole in it. Then she looked at the key she picked up
"... Could it be?"
She walked towards the box, and put the key and released the lock, then she opened the box and saw books with their covers covered with blank paper covers, and he eyes shone as if she had found a treasure
"Now let's see what kind of girl, Yuuto-sama likes! *Removes the paper cover* ... ... ... Huh?"
The book she had picked up had the following words as its title 'How to get away with murder', and all she could make was a confused face, then she went to pick another book
"Hmmm..."
And the book she had just picked had the following title 'How to turn the game: A complete guide on how to not be considered guilty in a trial even if you are guilty'. She got even more worried when she saw that book, then she picked another book and removed the paper cover
"Huh? A diary?"
When she opened it to read the contents, she found a bunch of words saying weird stuff about fantastical stuff, and she quickly ended up understanding that it was one of those chunnibyou books, just like the ones Niko had and all her worries were blown away because she quickly understood that the books inside the box were related to Yuuto's shameful past
<I didn't think Yuuto-sama would have this kind of past>
"What are you doing?"
"!?"
She heard Yuuto's voice behind her, filled with anger, and when she turned her head to look at him, she saw Yuuto with an evil smile with a shadow cast over his eyes, and she got terrified at that, that she ended up hugging her book close to her with great force
"Give that book back"
"... N, no..." *Shivering of fear*
"What'chu just said?"
"I said I won't give your chunni diary back! And I will make sure to fully read it! So that I have an upper hand against you!"
Ichika ended up telling him everything she wanted to do with his chunni diary, and his smiling evil face turned into a smiling demon face after hearing that
"Give it back"
"No!"
"Give it back"
"No!"
"... GIVE! IT! BACK!!!"
"NOOOOOOO!!!"
Yuuto tried to get his chunni diary away from Ichika by force, but the way she was holding and her unnatural strength for someone at her age, made it almost impossible to make her let go of it, but he didn't have any leeway to give up
*Vein popping up* "HAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"
In his anger, he grabbed Ichika around the waist and lifted her high up, knowing very well of her fear of height. Ichika immediately began crying, making her let go of the chunni diary as she began flailing her arms. The diary fell onto Yuuto's face, and that was enough to make him step back, and unluckily for him, she ended up stepping on top of one of the books covered with a paper cover, and the cover slip from the book, making him fall on his back, and making Ichika fall right on top of his head
"Uuuuuhhhhh..." *Holding her forehead*
"..." *Passed  out from the impact of made to his head against both the floor and Ichika's chest*
Ichika who had moist eyes from the pain she feeling on her forehead, that had hit the floor, looked at Yuuto who was unconscious
"Ah! Y, Yuuto-sama!... Yuuto-sama?... *Looks around*"
At first, she got worried, but seeing that he had no ways of pushing her away from him, she immediately decided to use that situation to hug him and rub her face on his chest
"Ehehehehe"
Then to give him a lap pillow and caress his hair
"There, there... ... ..."
But as she looked at his face, she couldn't help but...
"Chuuuuuuuuuuu..."
Want to kiss him to her heart's content

(A/N Notes: In a hurry!)

Have you ever regretted doing something in the past only for it to come back to bite you? Yeah, that's me right now. I never thought that giving a hand to a helpless little girl would make my life turn into a horrible mess... How? Well long story short she asked me out in front of a bunch of people, and now I'm in a pinch

Cover source: SeeRo [Pixiv]

Paused because of Uni

Nick got home and walked towards the bathroom he was sweaty and wanted a warm shower. After a nice wash, he slipped on his pajamas and his favorite jacket. He walked to his kitchen to make dinner before realizing he still hadn't opened the package from Adelle his sister. So he grabbed the box sat on his couch and pulled the paper wrapping off. After peeling the paper off he was confused, it was a book and a note.
The Note-
Dear Nick
If you have received this it appears i got in more trouble than i imagined so I might've sent this to you for multiple reason. This book is now yours and whatever secrets it holds will be yours to solve. I don't know what it is or how it came to be in my possession, but what I have figured out is that this book is special. The stories it contains were used as the bases for many of the movies you and I used to watch that includes some that we didn't watch together. The stories are different and are somehow magical. So i hope you can figure out the magic of this book, and that i didn't just disappear. Whatever you do with the book and its magic is my gift to you, happy early birthday.
I will miss you, from Adelle
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Nick felt many emotions, he didn't understand, what was his sister trying to tell him. She always tried to be more mysterious than she should be. He looked over at the book and really took in its details. The cover was maroon and covered in various swirling designs, brass plating around the edge of the book, the book was slim but as he peeled back the cover and looked at the pages they look as if they go on forever. He turned to a random page and read.
"Oh, imagine a land, it's a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where you wander among every culture and tongue
It's chaotic, but hey, it's home"
Wait isn't that the opening song from alad...

Nicolas Wolf had a quiet happy life. He got up every morning and full filled his daily routine, he was satisfied.
He got a call it was his mother, Nick's sister had died. He attended her funeral, cried, and comforted his mother.
Then a man in a lawyer's suit arrived at Nick's doorstep saying that his sister left something to him in her will.


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THIS IS WON'T JUST BE DISNEY PARODIES
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Hello, i hope you enjoy and fair warning. I have no idea how I am going to turn what was like a 5 minute idea into a legitimate story. So bare with me, because I am flying by the seat of my pants here, this should be enjoyable for anyone once i get the story truly rolling. 
If you have any thing to say please tell me, mainly because my content is undefined currently and i don't know which audience i should direct it towards.

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