Takes place in between Captain America: Winter Soldier and Captain America: Civil War; about a few months after WS.

Daisy was reading the poem very attentively but suddenly a knock on the door, followed by a croaked familiar voice interrupted her reading. Daisy looked at the door and found a tall muscular boy, standing there. She instantly recognized the boy in front of her. His black silky hair, purple eyes, sharp jaw line and thin lips were exactly similiar to Nicolas' display picture of gaming profile. But he was looking extremely handsome in his broad shoulder, relatively narrow waist, V-shaped torso and chiseled muscular body. He was looking like a Greek-God. Daisy imagined him as a handsome boy but he was far more handsome than her imagination. Instinctively, her lips curled up in a small smile. She could realise that both of them were staring at each other but she came back to reality when Nicolas cleared his throat and looking away from her, started his announcement.
When Nicolas left the classroom with his teammates, Daisy was still dizzy. It was like a dream for her and she immediately wanted to tell her squad ( Kratos- Nicolas, Aquaman-Jason and Assaisiner -Alex.)  that she was Minerva but she couldn't as she was in the middle of the class. Mrs. Smith ordered, " Daisy Miller, Start your reading please." Daisy started the poem again, pushing all her excitement away. Daisy was reading the poem melodically. When she was reading the second last line, she was interrupted again by another knock in the door. Daisy looked up and saw another group of boys, standing outside their class. They also asked Mrs. Smith's permission for coming inside but that time Mrs. Smith replied them, "Wait outside. Let her finish the poem first." Daisy finished her reading within few minutes and sat down. Then only Mrs. Smith signed the group of the boys to come inside . Daisy saw a tall boy (though he was not as tall as Nicolas) entered with his group and he was also extremely handsome and had a strong physique. His blonde hair and sky blue eyes were perfect combination together. His handsome face had an icy cold expression and devilish smile where Nicolas had a charming smile and pure innocent look. They were both opposite to each other but were extremely handsome in their own way. 
The boy came forward and announced the same thing like Nicolas but only exceptional was that he was the leader of White house. Daisy noticed that the sky blue eyes of that boy paused on her quite longer as if he was scanning her and trying to read her mind then the group left. Daisy whispered near Helen's ear, "Who is the leader of the White House?"  Helen replied in a low voice, "This is Lucas Parker, captain of White House and Vice-Captain of  college's football team." Daisy whispered again, " Then who is the Captain?" Helen with a shy smile, replied, "Nicolas Walker. Haven't you seen the leader of Blue house? Isn't he hot??" Daisy replied instantly with a smirk, "Umm hmm. Very hot." Both of them giggled out like children. After class, Helen accompanied Daisy to college canteen. Helen was babbling about many interesting things of college. But most of the time she was busy in praising about her two crushes- Nicolas and Lucas. Helen exclaimed, "I wish I can date of one of them. Have you noticed their biceps?? And those abs when they put off their shirts! Every girl cannot help themselves but drooling over them." Daisy was not interested on Lucas that much but she was enjoying the gossips about Nicolas. She asked Helen curiously, "Is Nicolas single?"   Helen chuckled loudly and replied, "You are really silly, Daisy. How a boy like Nicolas can be single? He has numerous girlfriends and affairs, but Ruth is his childhood sweetheart. They are together from kindergarten. But Lucas is opposite of him. He always seems very cold towards girls." Helen continued her babbling but her words about Nicolas hit Daisy's heart directly. Daisy knew that Nicolas was just a friend, nothing more than that but she never imagined those simple words about Nicolas would affect her like that and would ignite a fire of jealousy inside her. She decided to meet Nicolas after class in auditorium but after hearing those words, she silently sat with Helen in canteen, leaving the thought of meeting Nicolas behind. She thought that revealing her true identity was totally useless at that moment and an unknown disappointment engulfed her heart. Helen introduced with some of her friends. "This is Joey,"  Helen introduced, indicating a tan girl with her beautiful phoenix eyes. "And I am Blake," interrupted, a boy with grey eyes and sat next to me, without asking anything. Blake continued while running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair, "You are the new girl of Medical department. Right?" "Yes, I am Daisy Miller," Daisy replied with a small smile in my lips. They chatted for few more minutes then they headed to the next class. It was their biology class. After class Daisy and Helen were talking casually, standing in the corridor. That corridor was the common path of auditorium also.
Suddenly Daisy realized that a pair of bright sparkling eyes were following her every move. She turned around and saw that Lucas was standing nearby staring at her. His eyes were ablaze and more scorching like the sun that Daisy felt little uncomfortable. Lucas was surrounded by a group of boys. They were all chatting happily, but he was silently noticing Daisy. He held a cigarette in his hand, from which he took a long and deep puff. With a devilish smirk on his lips, he started walking towards Daisy, taking small steps. Daisy was aware of his dominating presence but she ignored his presence and without sparing a single glance, she continued her conversation with Helen.
"Hi, I am Lucas Parker. Aren't you the girl who was reading the poem?" asked Lucas in a croaked husky voice. Lucas was scanning every little detail of Daisy's face, very curiously. According to him, Daisy's beauty was rare and pure. The moment he had seen Daisy, he couldn't able to forget her beautiful face. Daisy replied shyly, looking at him, "Yes. I am Daisy Miller." "Daisy," murmured Lucas in a low voice. After taking a long puff from his cigarette, he replied, "Daisy, you have a very sweet voice." Then, after a little pause, he spoke again with hesitation, "I mean, you were reading the poem beautifully. Good. I am your senior so never hesitate to contact me, if you need anything. I will-" Before he could finish a boy called out, "Lucas, come fast. Coach is calling you." Lucas nodded his head in his direction. Then looking  at Daisy, he replied with a shy smile, "Hope to see you again," Daisy replied in short, "Sure." Then he started walking towards the direction of that boy. It was the first time Lucas felt shy while talking with a girl. His heart was pounding wildly. Lucas himself couldn't understand why he was reacting like that in front of Daisy.
   Daisy stood there, dumbfounded.

A story of reunion where three people meet again after seven years of that mishap, that ruined their lives and changed their fates. What will happen when they will face each other? Can Daisy able to forget that stormy night that changed her life or she will reject her love again? 
A story of three teenagers who became the prey of their fate will meet again as they are fated to be together.

''Let's start with the basics,'' I say as they both look at me with confusion and curiosity/. We're currently in the dining area and they are seated across from me, notepads, textbooks, reading materials and pens are sprawled on the table along with their bookbags. ''Mrs Gomez said out test would be based on poetry right?''They nod in affirmation. ''Good. So far, we've discussed three poems: Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats, Crossing the Bar by Lord Tennyson and The Schoolboy by William Blake. What exactly do you need help in?
They both pause for a minute before Jason responds. ''Definitely, the Ode thing you just said.''
''Ode to a Nightingale.''
''Yea that.''
''And if you can briefly explain the others, it'll be highly appreciated.'' Ryan adds hesitantly in a bid to not test my patience. I smile a bit and he visibly relaxes. Jason avoids my gaze, looking at everything, from the tables, to the pictures on the wall to the fruit basket.
Is there something on my face?
''First thing's first,'' I start. ''In order to know about the poem we need to know about the poet himself. John Keats was a Romantic poet born in the 16th century and…''
''What's a Romantic poet?'' Ryan interjects. ''Do they like write poems about love and stuff?''
''Not quite. Romantic poets are those who wrote during the Romantic era. I don't want to go full on nerd on you, but the Romantic era was a cultural and intellectual movement that originated in Europe towards the end of the 18th century. That era was characterized by individualism and poetry of that era started to take on a more human form, not that poetry of the 18th century wasn't like that, but with the Romantic era, it was different. Emotions such as awe, horror and admiration were highlighted. Some poets focused their writing on eulogizing nature as seen in the works of William Wordsworth and P.B Shelley while others focused on the supernatural like Edgar Allen Poe and Nathaniel Hawthorne.''
They both give me blank stares like I'm speaking in a foreign language and I sigh. ''And you don't know who they are.'' They nod wordlessly and I silently shake my head.
Worsworth, Hawthorne, Poe and Shelley may not be in our curriculum this year but Mrs Gomez did mention them when she was giving an introductory class on Romantic poetry. It peaked my interest so I ended up Googling poems written by these individuals and found them fascinating to say the least. To think that such words of wisdom came from humans just like me is really inspirational.
I can only aspire to be like these wonderful poets.
Mum comes around from the kitchen carrying a tray with mugs of hot chocolates. She settles it down in the middle of the table and we say a quick thank you to her and continue.
''They're not important,'' I say calmly. ''All you need to know is that they are Romantic poets and John Keats happens to be one of them.'' I check the time on my phone briefly. ''Okay, so do you have a printed copy of the poem?''
''Yea,'' Ryan says and stretches his right hand to get a rumpled piece of paper from the side of the bag. Jason brings out a folded paper from his manila file and settles it on the table. 
''Great. FYI, I started reading the analysis of the poem yesterday case it's been a while so I'm a little rusty.''
Jason gives me a sideway smile, his aqua blues firmly planted on mine. I give a sideway simile of my own, my hands gripping the paper in front of me. You know, it should be a crime for someone's son to actually look this good. Jason always gives off this I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-but-I-have-money-vibe which on anyone would have looked repulsive, but on him, it's making my stomach turn in a good way.
And again, that is very very bad.
Ryan coughs loudly and we both look away. I clear my throat loudly and he grabs a fountain pen. Ryan has a knowing look on his face and I know he had seen what had transpired between us but said nothing.
''Right,'' I say after a beat. ''Ode to a Nightingale is a regular ode with eight stanzas and a regular rhyme scheme. Basically, the poem explains how Keats is in a state of discomfort and he envies the imagined happiness of the nightingale. Keats longs for wine to numb his senses and take him out of his misery per se. He wants to be in the world of the nightingale because in his delusion, he thinks the nightingale is without troubles and worries which, when you think about it, makes sense because he says that his life is full of pain.'' 
They nod their heads and I continue. ''Add this to your fun facts about John Keats: He died of tuberculosis at the age of 25.''
''That's horrible,'' Ryan sympathizes, his face downcast. ''He never got to experience life fully.''
''Indeed. So you kinda see where he's coming from when he says he wants to be in the world of the nightingale. Thinking about it thoroughly, don't we all want to be in the world of the nightingale? I'd trade a world full of happiness and love for this dump of a world we're living in right now.''
And I put that on everything.
.........
I spent the better part of 2 hours explaining to Ryan and Jason the importance of the poem and why John Keats actually wrote the poem. We also discussed the various themes and the significance of the Nightingale in the poem. After the 'class' they seemed satisfied enough and even took notes down which caught me by surprise. I guess being on the basketball team is a huge deal to them.
Of course it's important to them, they're captain and co-captain.
Also, let's be real, their popularity cred would totally diminish and they'd be shamed all through school if they fail. While I do not want that to happen, it'd be funny to see the roles being reversed for once.
''You did good, sweetie,'' Mum says as she joins me on the dining table. Jason and Ryan had left a while before dinner with an external amount of gratitude to my mum. I didn't think Jason could be polite, but he was kissing my mum's ass a few hours ago. Of course, mum being who she is, invited them to come over at any time.
''I'm proud of you.''
''I'm proud of me too.'' I did a good deed today so that should score me some extra points in heaven, right?
''You put pettiness aside and helped out your school friends,'' I give her a pointed look and she corrects herself. ''I mean acquaintances.''
Better.
''I raised you well, Mel,'' she says with a satisfied smile and a look as if reminiscing about the past.
She really did raise Sophie and I well. I would never trade my mum for anything in the world. When my dad left and decided that being a parent is too much work, mum picked up the slack and made sure that we were taken care of didn't want for anything. Even if Sophie and I wanted something and she couldn't afford it at the moment, she'd make sure that she'll still get it, albeit at a later date. We may not be rich or have the luxuries of the world, but fuck those, I have my sister and my mum and that's enough for me to die a happy teenager.
I do not want to die at all, at least not now, but you get my point.
''That boy, the one with the chestnut hair?''
''Jason?''
''Yea, him. He looks very familiar. I can't put my finger on it but I feel like I have met him before,'' Mum says with a frown on her face. ''Maybe I've seen him at the mall or something but I know him from somewhere.''
''Maybe you remember him at the yearly parents-teachers conference?'' I suggest. She shrugs. ''Maybe.''
''When you're done, turn off all the electrical appliances and check if the doors are locked. I don't want another burglary incident,���' she mentions with a chill in her voice. Last year, our apartment was burglarized. They stole valuable family heirlooms, including all the jewellery that Grandma Maggie passed down to mum, money and a few trinkets that Grandpa Harry gave her on her wedding day. Long story short, it was a devastating day, we filed a police report and the culprits have not been caught.
Fuck the justice system.
''Sure.''
''Goodnight, Mel. Don't stay up late or you'd have a brain fart.''
I snort and she squeezes my shoulder. Making a left, I hear her footsteps trudging up the stairs until they were no longer audible.
A message pops up on my notifications. Unlocking my phone, I open it and see that it's from an unknown number.
Thanks for today. J.B.
I beam a little and close the phone, taking in the days ' events in one breath.
What a day!


Adelaide Montessori Prep, school for the children of the rich and upper-class members of the social ladder.

So what is Melody Jones doing in a school like that? One word: Scholarship.
.........................

Meet Melody:

Melody is not a damsel in distress. She's witty, sassy, and badass, but one person just seems to irk her every time: Jason Blunt.

Meet Jason:

Son of a famous model and hot shot lawyer, Jason is living the high life: luxury vacations, private jets and designer everything. He seems to have it all but he just can't seem to stand one person: Melody Jones.

But they both have secrets, and once they get woven into each other's web, it will change their perceptions about each other forever.

Like they always say: There's always a fine line between love and hate.


NOTE:
Unless stated otherwise, this book would be told from the female lead's (Melody) perspective.

MICHAEL POV??
It is a beautiful Monday morning today, different from the other Mondays because I will be in SSS1, a Science student to be precise. I can't wait to be in school for my first day in Senior Secondary School. 

Pardon me for not doing the introduction, my name is Oyeleye Michael, a bonafide student of Promise High School located in Ogun State, Nigeria. I am 14 years presently, I am tall and light in complexion. I have 2 brothers, one older and the other is my junior brother, they both attend the same school together. That is okay for now.

I woke up this morning feeling ecstatic, it is a thing of joy to be in Senior Secondary School and as a matter of fact, I love my school. I refuse to change my school even though my parents advised me to, I will pass.

I got to my school before 7: 30 am since the house to my school is just 5 minutes walk. I am not lazy, I just like an easy life sometimes especially since I spend most of my time with books. I don't want to move to my siblings school noted for coming very early to school. They take bike and get to school early. Adapting to their school may be a problem for me also, so it would be much better to keep my body in this school.

I met some of my juniors on my way to the class who greeted me which I replied happily. I went upstairs and met my favorite senior, Senior John. We became a little bit close after a scenario that happened while I was in JSS2. We happened to debate on a topic ' Mother is better than Father In The Upbringing of Children'. He was the chief speaker for JSS3 at that time. 

We came with a tie at the first round after which we were allowed to speak once more, which Senior John and I did. To cut the long story short, we later won after I chipped in a very wonderful poem of 'My Mother'. I don't like losing, ever since that time we have been close.

Looking at Senior John, he is tall, light-skinned, he is handsome with his set of sparkling white teeth. We greeted each other and went our separate ways. I entered my new classroom which included both Sciences, Arts, and Commercial since we were few.

My friends came in later as well as two new students and after the whole day we were only 27 in number, 10 Sciences, 5 Commercial, and 12 Arts students. I was made the class captain and I was quite happy. I have been the class captain since JSS1, some of my classmates told me that it fits me perfectly.

Even though I am a Science student, it is quite difficult fitting in with my responsibilities. Everything was going on perfectly until the 5th week of my SSS1 session.

No matter how hard you try, you cannot please everyone. My advice to you is to fulfill your responsibility and do your best, trust me because sometimes you will be blamed for doing the right thing. 

Exactly on Friday during the 5th week, I had to fulfill my responsibilities as a Class Captain. Immediately after the 5th period ended, I went to call our various teachers who gave me their instructions, so without further ado, I went to the class to deliver their messages.
"Science students, we will be going to the Physics Laboratory, Arts students are to meet their teacher at the school library for their Literature while the Commercial students will use the class for their Accounting class," I said. I was about going towards my desk when a voice stopped me.
"I wonder what your problem is, we just concluded one class and you have rushed to go and call the teachers, unstable equilibrium, I just hope you won't take ' Class Captaining' as a career in the future" Aishat a classmate of mine said and some of my classmates burst into laughter.
My face flushed with embarrassment, it is not my fault that I am made the class rep every session since JSS1. I earned it because of my full sense of moral, intellectual, and taking up my responsibilities without letting it affect my academics. While some of the class gave a taunting reply to Aishat, others just looked at me scornfully. I was about to give her a befitting answer when Kabir walked up to me and encircled his arms around my neck. 
He looked up and said "Our class Captain here is hardworking, he should be treated with respect, he put in his best in fulfilling a vital role, I am ashamed of those who laughed at Aisha stupid mockery, she is just a dumb brute. Aishat is careful and doesn't ever abuse our handsome Captain" he concluded and winked at me. All the while he talked, I looked at his face, he looks taller and more handsome, I will say he is the most handsome boy in our class; I thought. Some students apologized to me for laughing, it is not a big deal.

I left the class after taking what I needed, and to be honest I couldn't concentrate during the class. My mind wandered to what Kabir said, Am I really cute? I have a cute face, full pink lips, thick eyebrows which makes my face a little bit of a female. I should be among the top5 boys out of the 13 who are cute. I blushed as I thought of it. 

All I could see was Kabir's cute face, and how he stood up for me. I just pray for this class to end on time, maybe I am just tired after all. This is quite unusual of me, get out of my mind Kabir; I said in my mind and my subconscious mocked me "This is just the beginning".

WEIRD FEELING 
            PROLOGUE
  
  Michael, the most gentle person in the whole school, noted for his handsomeness, his blameless character, not only that, he is a brilliant fellow, a nerd to be precise. Out of the blues, he started admiring handsome boys in his class. At age 16, he discovered that all his classmates he had admired were actually signs of him having same sex attraction.
  He became mortified, guilty, feeling empty for having feelings for the same sex. He was lost in a battle, a battle of dealing with feelings for both same and opposite sex. Will he succeed? What will he do? Who can he trust with this secret and who will help him?

   This story is about a teenager who started having same-sex attraction. No matter how hard he tries to get rid of the feelings, he can't get over it and it keeps haunting him.
   Will he succeed in getting rid of it? Find out in this developed and mind blowing story.

The woman's skirt moved ever so slightly with the passing wind and her turn towards me. Her question left me dead in my tracks. 

"Is this something that will fulfill you?" she insisted. Her pale skin and long brown hair reflected the sun's bright light.

I got closer and cupped my hand, waiting for her to return the flyer to me. She ignored me and kept giving me a waiting look.

I bit my bottom lip in annoyance. "What do you mean?" I asked, hand in front of her. 

"You know what I mean." she said in a breathy, patient tone. The more I waited, the slower she spoke, as if to taunt me. "No one gets this kind of job because it's their passion."

She was acting odd, especially since I had never met her before. That wasn't something you'd ask someone you didn't know. "Well Lady." I said with a groan. "I am at a crossroads in my life right now. I don't know what to do with it."

I felt my point had come across well enough, needing no more explanation. After some time she handed the flyer back to me and I put it away. I hoped that was the end of it. 

"It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll." She said calmly, right before I was completely out of her sight. 

I recognized this poem, I saw it in the book I read the previous night. "I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul." I said, finishing her recital of the poem. 

She looked happy and surprised to see that I knew her quote and where it came from. "Ah, so you're familiar with 'Invictus'." I didn't know too many people who would be able to recite poems verbatim like she did.

I smiled with my pride and the hairs in my arm stood up at the fact that I felt smart. "William Henley wrote it." She grew even more impressed that I knew the poet. "Late 1800s, amputations, preserverence, et cetera, et cetera." I was just stating facts at this point.

She turned the other way, resuming her glance at the undending flowing river. "Are you the master of your own fate? Captain of your soul?" Her back being turned against me only pushed me further away, as if I wasnt worthy of even being in her presence. 

I adjusted my bangs and pushed them towards the rest of my hair. "I don't even know what that would entail. So I guess I'm not, at least not yet." 

She kneeled down and picked up a rogue rock that was on her side of the rails. She chucked it far and it plunked into the water. I couldn't see her face, but she chuckled mockingly as if she knew me better than I did myself. "Come back to me when you figure that out."

When I figure it out? Not even god knows when that would happen. I shrugged her words off and went on my way, not even saying bye to her.

With her undivided attention on the view of the bridge and not on me, I was sure I probably shouldn't take her words to heart. I rode back home and jumped into my room. 

I pulled out a record from my collection and turned my vinyl player on. I set the needle at the start of the record and listened to the crackling before the music started. 

It was classical music. The kind that I used to listen to when I studied and crammed before tests or for homework. My mother had bought me that record in hopes of inspiring me. It had the opposite effect, it deterred me from even trying to do anything music related.

No way would I ever be able to compete with those famous composers. 

Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, and Tchaikovsky. Oh god, how I loved Tchaikovsky! Swan lake and The Nutcracker and 1812 overture. Who would even bother trying with that kind of competition?

I let my mind wander to the soothe music as I closed my eyes to take a nap. Hoping that the next day would be more clear to me and my life's Canon could could syphonize in melody.

That Saturday I dressed up for my first day of real work. I could tell my mom was counting the seconds until then, like she couldn't wait for me to get out of the house.

I couldn't blame her, either. I wanted to get out too. But I had no place to turn to. With a forced smile on my face I kissed my mom in the cheek.

"See you tonight mom." I said as warmly as I could. Trying my hardest to keep up the antics.

She nodded silently as the wrinkles on her forehead squinched together.

Once I arrived to the restaurant I hung up my jacket and waited for further directions at the bar. As I stood around others at the bar, the same scruffy bartender from the other day came to me with a drink in his hand.

He passed the glass to the guy standing next to me. He was wearing almost the exact some clothes he had on the other day. All with that same utility belt around his waist. 

I wondered if he just always wore the same clothes around here. He greeted me casually.

"Welcome back! Glad to see you made it!" he said. Can't quite have money without a job. I wasn't going to flake on day one. 

I greeted him back. "Yeah, I haven't been scared away just yet." I laughed it off. He followed my laughter with his own. Unlike me, he sounded genuine.

He pointed to a blue door that was at the corner. It had a sign on it.

'Employees Only'

"Go through there and put this on." He handed me a hairnet and an apron that was in a box under the counter. "Stevie should already be there waiting for you."

I took the ppe and stepped behind the employee door. Behind the door was a sight to behold. A cluttered kitchen with dishes laying around, pots and pans on top of each other in layers. Dishes and dirty utensil filled in piles next to the commercial, multi-gallon sink. 

Looks like I had my work ahead of me. Ask and you shall recieve, they say. I looked over to the dishwashing area with all the dirty plates and saw Stevie, my new boss, putting the clean plates in bins for later use.

She was wearing an apron, stained with sauce and wine and all sorts of food. It was covering her pretty blue butterfly skirt underneath it. She caught wind of me and waved me over.

Before I reached her I slipped on the wet tile file and fell on my butt. I was unharmed, except for my ego. My face turned hot red with embarrassment. 

I couldn't hear her taunting me with the loud noise inside the dish room and kitchen, but I could tell she was having a great time seeing me fail.

"Great start for me, huh?" I said sarcastically. Seeing the fault in my not buying slip resistant shoes. 

"Don't worry about it." she said encouragingly. She didn't want me to feel too bad on my first official work day. "You can use these. Trust me, you'll need it." 

I put on the slip resistant shoes covers to avoid making a fool of myself again. 

My hands clapped as I slapped them together in anticipation. "So, let's get started. How do I work this bad boy?" 

The dish room area of the kitchen was divided to three sections. The first was for the dirty dishes to soak in warm soapy water. The second area had a sprayer and scrubber to disinfect and spray the dishes clean. The third and last section was for drying and restocking the dishes.

She explained to me the few steps there were to washing dishes. It wasn't hard to do. I understood why the job posting said 'No Experience Required'. It really lived up to that requirement.

She wished me good luck. "If you need me, I'll be on the other side assisting the line cooks."

I didn't know much about her, but I started to see the kind of person she was. It was clear by her actions. "Man, you sure work hard for being a business owner. Shouldn't you be watching at the sidelines?"

It was almost like I spoke another language to her. She gave me a humorously baffled look. "This is how I am and how I've always been, I like to stay busy." She pulled down her apron to center it to her body. "One day, maybe you'll understand."

Now, left to my own devices, I began my new dish washing journey. From four p.m. to ten p.m. I relentlessly washed away at all sorts of dirty trays, dishes and cooking utensils. It wasn't glamorous work, but it was satisfying.

Little by little, the pile of work dwindled until the night was over and my job was done. For the first time in a long time I had a sense of accomplishment. It was a feeling I welcomed with open arms.

The night flew by and before I knew it, it was time for me to go home. Before I left, I could see the cooking staff in the corner of my eye. They were patting each other in the back and celebrating another successful work day. 

They had glasses of wine and cheered with a toast. That was my cue to head on out. No need to get too attached to people I had no interest in.

I punched out. 

I sat on the bench, waiting for the bus to swift me away like a magic carpet ride. The lights lit up the dark city streets. People roamed and explored the city. Chatter filled the air, a cool breeze refreshed my tired self and the moon gave me a pretty sight to give me company.

That was when the same figure I witnessed the other day came into my vision, before the moon light. The girl from the bridge was once again in front of me, blocking my view.

I didn't know who she was, her name or anything about her. Other than she was an odd character.

I swiped away at her with my fingers, signaling for her to move out of the way. 

She didn't budge. "So, do you understand now?"

I wanted her to leave, but she refused to do so. "Understand what?" I asked. "Are you asking if I've figured things out? Because I haven't. I'm no closer to being the captain of my soul than I was before. Heck, I'm not even the shipmate of my own soul, let alone captain."

The girl took a seat next to me on the bench and rested one leg on top of the other, with her left heel facing me, almost jabbing my right leg with it. "Would you say you're an island?"

"An island? As in the poem by John Donne?" I chuckled to myself. "Are you always going to talk to me in cryptic phrases and quotes from famous poems?"

She stared up at the black sky, devoid of stars due to the city lights. "Do I bother you?" 

"Yes."

"Well that was fast, you didn't even take any time to think about your response." She made a cutesy face, as if that would change my mind.

I looked down at my phone, hoping time would go by faster. Time ignored me and my plead. "I don't know what you're getting at, Lady." I said, hoping she would simply walk away.

She cleared her throat. "Nothing, it's nothing. Just trying to strike up a conversation with someone who looks like they could use one."

That was an interesting thought, a stranger trying to help another stranger. My mom couldn't help me, what made her think she was different? Not that she knew me or my situation other than what I'd told her.

I brushed off her comment. "Sometimes you can't help those not wanting helo." I tried to explain to her. "Maybe I'm not someone who can be helped."

She placed her hands together over her knee and twiddled her fingers. "Maybe so. But either way." She had a wrapped candy inside her palm that was hidden under her grip. She placed it on my lap and stood up from where she was. 

"Even the most hidden candies stay sweet." She said as she left me. In the darkness of the gaps between the street lights, she said loudly, "Remember, the bell tolls, and it tolls for thee." 

Great, more poems.

I was so glad to be home. I took a long shower to feel better. The warm water on my skin recharged me, giving me a new hope. 

I covered my ears and let the swish of the water hitting my head endulge me into a personal meditation. My thoughts focused on the girls final words.

Does the bell toll for me?










Fresh out of high school and jobless, Sander spends most of his time aimlessly wandering and playing video games. That is until one day he runs into a mysterious girl who starts to point out his flaws. Before he knows it he becomes intrigued by her, but knows nothing about her, not even her name! All this makes him wonder: What is her end goal? What's her name? What is his purpose?

"Wake up!  Get ready to move back to the middle wall!"
"Gzngsnrt?" I asked.
"You heard me, get up, get moving!  We do NOT want to be trapped here without supplies!  Move, move, move!"
Ugh.  The words "trapped without supplies" circled in my brain for a bit, before linking up with meaning and definition.
"You are not Leng Li or Captain Feng." I said.  "Who are you?"
"I am the woman giving you a chance to survive!  The Dusk Gate is fallen, betrayed from within!  Already, the armies of the enemy burn and pillage!  We must get back to the middle wall before it is too late."
I took a gander out the window to the inner courtyard.  People, being people, were panicking.  Grabbing their gear, crashing carts into each other, a little bit of trampling…  You know, the usual.
"What is going on out there?" Leng Li demanded.
"Something about Dawn Gate." Kang Shi said.  Like myself, she was not a morning person.  Unlike myself, she was built like a bear, had almost no neck, and could easily pass for a man when decked out for battle.
"What news?  Away from the window, Monitor, let me past."
I did so.
"So, it's bad news then."
"When is it good news?" Kang Shi asked.  "Those fancy letters arrive…"
"The letter!" Leng Li demanded.  "Give me the formal letter, now!"
"We have none." One of the wounded said.
"Where is the messenger?"
"She appears to be gone, lieutenant." I said.
He sighed, looked at the chaos below.  "We do nothing without orders.  To abandon our post is treason."
"So, is there a gong or something we sound?" I asked.
"No, we will need to send a runner along the wall.  General Hyun will be at the main gate.  Someone will need to return with formal orders."
"Okay, where does that runner sleep?" I asked.
"What about that bed?" Leng Li asked, pointing at mine.  "You are healed enough to run, yes."
"Yes, but…"
"The only butt I desire to see at this time is yours, and it had best be receding." Captain Feng said, still strapping on his armor.  "Go, and go now, and like the wind.  And bring us those orders.  If we end up surrounded because you delayed, I'll hurl you off the battlements myself."
I didn't think he meant it, but I hurried anyway, assuring units as I passed to wait for orders.  Well, those who asked.  I didn't have time or breath to be a public announcer as well.
And I ran into a young girl running the other way.  "Are those orders for the Rice Gate?" I asked.
"Yes.  The traitorous Captain Feng, having surrendered the Rice Gate, is to be beheaded at once."
"The Rice Gate holds." I said.  "What of the Dusk Gate?"
"The Dusk Gate took heavy casualties, but it holds.  General Hyun is furious, and mustering what forces he can to retake the Rice Gate."
"Let us return to the Main Gate and.."
"I cannot delay!  Let me pass!"
"Fine, let me pass on my way to the main gate."
"I bear a formal message, I have right of way!"
So, I crushed myself up against the inner crenelations, and let her past.  We both went on our ways, both running as though lives depended on it.  Because, as it often is in times of war, lives did.
"I must… I must… General Hyun." I gasped.  It took three tries before I found a language pretentious enough to be shown to the general's presence.
"News from the Rice Gate, General Hyun!" said one of my escort.  "Shall we execute the inhuman?"
"Oh, let the poor child speak, if he can."
"The Rice Gate has received word that the Dusk Gate has fallen.  Captain Feng is unwilling to abandon his post without direct orders.  Also, as I passed a messenger bearing orders that he be beheaded, I would ask for orders that he be spared, or at least buried with dignity and honor if it is already too late."
"Ay-ya!  How much chaos these rumors are stirring up, and even I have fallen for it."
"You could not have known, sir!" one of his assistants said.
He slammed a gauntleted fist into his table.  "If I get you such orders, do you believe you can stop Captain Feng's execution?"
I was still panting and sweating.  I imagine I looked like a feral thing.  "Before I learned how to fight," I said, "I learned to run.  Pen your message swiftly, and at least let me try."
"Impudence!"  One of my guards cuffed me on the back of my head.  "You speak to a general!  Rephrase your statement!"
"We don't have time for that nonsense."  General Hyun said.  "There are many orders to be sent, with the second swiftest set of runners we have.  I trust you DID send the fastest set this morning?"
"Of course, my general!"
"Good man!  Gather the second swiftest, we have orders that need to go out this morning.  Now will just have to do."
"You two, with me.  Urgency requires I request your help." The adjutant said
"Our strength is yours, sir!"
"The general's need is our order, sir!"
General Hyun shook his head, and pulled some scrolls from his drawer.  They were tiny finger scrolls, and he checked four before finding one he liked.  He scribbled a quick five lines, rolled it up, poured wax over the outside, and crushed the thing with a thumb-stamp seal.
"There you go, now fly like the…"
I ran to the window, and jumped.  It was some distance to the wall, but we had a story up.  For a time I thought I had overshot, and would fall to my death, but merciless gravity slammed my chest against one of the outer crenalations, its lip just shy of my armpits.
[You have taken a RED critical…  an ORANGE critical for four times normal damage from a base of four Concussive damage, for a total of sixteen damage.  After armor, fifteen points have been taken.  5/80 Health remain.]
Cripes.  That would limit my fatigue meter severely.
<System.  Purchase.  Fleet of Foot.  Uses Per Day.  Three.  Fund from Streetwise.>
[You have 3/6 uses of this power remaining.]
It was something I would have hesitated to do if I needed to expend development points.  I coughed up blood, and ran like Captain Feng's life depended on it.  Even as fast as I could go, as many uses as I purchased for Fleet of Foot, I arrived after lunch.
Trust the professional runners.  Come to a stop at a position of attention, and THEN go to your knees to deliver your message.  I mean, I didn't lose any health or anything, but I'm pretty sure some of my dignity is still there atop the wall.
I coughed, gasped, and assumed a slightly more dignified position.  "I bear new orders from General Hyun for General Feng."
"General Feng?  Who is that?  Perhaps you mean CAPTAIN Feng?"
One of the soldiers looked up at the sun.  "Hah!  Told you lizards could run when they need to.  I WIN THE BET!" he raised his arms and caused such a ruckus they may have heard him in the inmate camp.
I accepted a hand up, let them guide my wobbling way down into the cool interior of the gatehouse.
"Ah." Said Captain Feng.  He was dressed in court silks, but without the fancy frilly bits.  It actually looked quite comfortable.  "Are those the words from General Hyun?"
I nodded, not trusting myself to talk.  How HAD my vocal cords healed that fast, anyway?  That was…
No.
Don't care.
I focused on getting the mostly flat piece of paper, its seal smudged from rubbing against the inside of my armor, into Captain Feng's hands.
"Huh.  Hold at all costs, no reinforcements available.  And a poem hoping I'm alive or at least died well.  Oh, Leng Li?"
"Sir?"
"You're a captain if I'm already headless when we get this."
Leng Li shrugged.  "It is an ugly head, but I think you still need it, sir."
Feng pointed at Leng Li as though to strike him down with lightning.  "I am your captain, and you will show me the proper respect when mocking my ugly head!"
"Ah-ah." Sister Yoshi said, grabbing him by the elbow.  "You are still wounded.  Back to bed for you."
"Lieutenant Feng!  The messengers!  Dispatch the messengers and the criers of news.  Tell everyone south of the middle wall that the outer wall holds strong!"
"You lot heard him.  Monitor, I'll need you to… You look like someone hit you with a battering ram."
"I still have five health left, sir." I said.
"Five?  You are MORE injured than yesterday?"
"Yes, sir." I huffed.
"Get to bed.  The only reason I don't strike you for your foolish waste of health is fear of killing you outright.  We needed your speed now."
"Oh, give the kid a break, sir." Kang Shi said.  "He can't possibly know how dull our executioner's axe has gotten."  She stroked it along a whetstone, to emphasize her point.
"It's… also very rusty." I said.
"Extremely rusty." Kang Shi agreed.  "You don't know how happy I am that I'm not killing my superior with this shameful excuse for an axe.  Tsk.  Cleaning this properly will take me ALL DAY."
"Take the time you need." Leng Li said.  "If we catch that woman who spread such lies, I want… a PROPER execution."


Born into a world of chaos and violence, young shapeshifter Rhishisikk struggles to survive.  With the assistance of unlikely allies, he must learn to live among the most dangerous of monsters - human beings!

Deep into the Western Earth Forest.

A young man is walking back and forth, with ten soldiers standing in a line behind him.

A few minutes later, a man dressed in an army captain's uniform comes running to him. The young man looks at him, and the captain bows down.

He gestures for the captain to stand. Observing him from toe to head, while the captain looks at the ground in shame.

"Why did you come alone? What about the rest?"The young man, named Zark Quel asks the caption

"They were sacrificed, sir Quel. During the mission, we met a calamity level person and the orders were to run upon sight, if we are in enemy positions. I followed the instructions, and then commanded them to run. They tried, but some died while covering me and others died while rushing out."

"I was helpless and had to keep running to report it to you. We cannot touch Ms. Natalia anymore. We do, there's nothing but doom waiting for us. I saw him carrying her. It felt like he was showing..."

Quel gave him a look of anger, sending shivers down his spine. The captain, swallowed his saliva and continued.

"No sir, I mean he's a very dangerous man. Killing her in Universal Network, can only be done once they go to the royal capitals. Here, he is invincible."

The man clearly had too much fear for that calamity he was talking about. He had seen him, running through bullets like they were thin air. He had seen him, cutting through his men. Through the short range cameras, he had seen everything.

The young man felt, the ten men behind him tense up. 
'I can't let everyone be scared by this shit.'

"He talks too much. Finish him off."

The captain stared at him, in horror. 
"No sir, please. This is my last life. If I die…"

*Bang*

Before he could say anything, his head burst out. The guy on the farthest right, already killed him. The handgun in his hand was spitting out smoke.

"Good work Scar. But may I ask you, why did I order for him to be killed?"

"Since, it was a calamity then he couldn't escape, unless he used their lives to escape leaving his command. And if he could escape from such a person, then he wouldn't have lost two of his lives. He deserved the death."
The guy named Scar replied.

"Hmm, good. The rest, need to be trained to be faster. Scar, you're their head from now."

"My thanks, sir Quel." Scare bowed down to him.

"Now, who might be this calamity? Is it the new guy that joined? There's only one low level calamity I can think of. And they're getting together without telling me. Isn't that bad? Does she still think, her fiancee doesn't know, that she's trying to cheat?" He gave a creepy smile while looking at the captain's corpse. He bent down, and dipped his finger into the smashed skulls, with white and red mashed creamy thing. And while standing up, licked his finger.

"Got a weird, taste. Meh! He was useless even after death."

"Since, a calamity is there. We need to wait till they reach higher grounds. There we will handle them. It isn't just her, that has calamity level beings."

"Yes, sir. She would regret making you mad." Scar spoke.

"You know Scar, I am starting to like you even more. Now let's go. Let the body be, atleast he'd be a feed for monsters."

Then, walked and disappeared from view. The corpse of the captain was left in the forest for monsters. 

A few minutes after they were gone, a saber shone there cutting a block of the ground, and throwing it into air. The body of the captain was pushed into the ground with a wave, as if air was pushing it. And then, the block was put back, as if it never came out.

At some other place in the Western Earth Forest.

Titan and Natalia, were walking side by side. It's been about a few minutes and, they were about to reach the cars.

Titan had held himself by the neck with his blood, but he couldn't control anymore. They'll be out with everyone in just a minute or two.

"Mmm, Natly... I mean Natalia, about that day."

Natalia was already waiting for this, for minutes which seemed like hours, while the distance became shorter by the second. She didn't know how to describe it, she couldn't wait and felt the time was too slow. While the distance kept decreasing as if time was too fast. Now that he was saying, she decided to act ignorant for a while.

"Um, what do you mean?"

"Well, what I said the other day, you didn't say anything for it." Titan murmured lightly.

"Oh, you said something? What was it? I don't remember." Natalia spoke while holding her, as he looked too cute.

"Uh, well. It was nothing, lets go." Titan was too shy, thinking it was just him that remembered.

'Ah, at least I won't have to act like an idiot all the time.'

Before he could start walking again, he was branded on his head with her palm.

"Are you an idiot? Don't you know, girls are supposed to be ignorant and you should poke into it."

"Uh, so you remember?" He asked with a wry smile.

"Ofcourse I do. What were you saying about it?"

"Umm so, what's your answer I mean, wanna date me?" He gave a peace sign, while shining his teeth from the gap between lips. While his face compelled her to laugh out to death, she stopped it and just let it stop to a giggle.

"Well, you were so romantic the other day, writing me a poem when you said that 'you love me'. Now, you're just being like this. With no poems, nothing and asking me for a date." She made a puppy face, while going to the last lines. Deprived of female contact, Titan's heart was tightened with ropes of her love.

"Oh, wait. Give me a second." He closed his eyes.

Natalia was surprised, she said that just to tease him. 
'Does he write like this?' A thought poured into her mind.

Meanwhile, Titan was trying to pray to his father in heaven or hell.
'Gimme something yo. I need ya right now.'

As if his thoughts, were under control. 
He was guided in his memories towards a time when a beautiful lady, was laying beside a handsome youngman, while he was writing on a digital board. 

"Darling, write something for me." The beautiful lady, his mother demanded. While various thoughts filled her mind.
'Everytime you write something for me, I feel enchanted. Being the 'enchantress' it should be me doing that to you. But you're making me under your control, instead you being under mine.'

"Sure sweety."The man spoke, but didn't stop writing the technical aspects about the improvement on structure of Dyson Spheres.

A few seconds later, he started.

"The wonders of life…

The shattered stars of light…

All the super novas in sight…

The greatest of the heavens might…"
 
He continued speaking, while writing.

And Titan, continued while closing his eyes, in front of Natalia.

"The love of all mankind…

And everything that's divine…

Are nothing at all in my eyes…

As I feel only for you…

Not in just this one, but all my lives…"

Natalia stood there with no expression on her face, while Titan smiled opening his eyes.

And thought to himself. 'Ah, I would have blinded myself, if these motherfucking eyes pissed one more time.'

And then he noticed her face.

Humanity has already become a galactic civilization, crossing the threshold that keeps all semi-intelligent beings at bay.
At this level, something mysterious controls the bigger authorities of the universe making it a stable place to stay for the lower beings.

A virtual world, is assigned for all of the galactic civilizations to fight and compete. It is a gaming world, where bloodshed is common and conflicts cannot be avoided. A world, which is the only way, to obtain the share of resources for the civilizations to develop further.

Will humanity rise from the bottom lines of the galactic civilizations, to achieve something even greater?
The answer seemed pretty convincing, being a ‘No’, but it had suddenly turned hazy, just due to him.

The lifelong work of a maniac scientist, a child, his child. Carrying a great secret, will he become the wings for humanity?

From the author: The novel contains gore, curses and sexual content, so readers below 16 shouldn’t read.
Previous knowledge about VRMMORPG recommended for the readers.

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The novel may seem a bit different from other novels, of the same genre or most genres. I have made it in a such a way, to display it in a unique way, compared to others novels.

"I wish to make the story interesting, and not just the start."

Huang Pudong is a legendary figure in F City. Du Cheng remembers that when he was in high school, the language teachers at that time had come up with the story of Huang Pudong's family, and the news in this city. Du Cheng has also seen it several times, so Du Cheng is no stranger to Huangpudong.
And a human condition in Huangpudong has left Du Cheng with a heart.
"He wants to make up for himself." Du Cheng thought of Huang Pudong's intention for the first time in his mind. If he didn't want to make a relationship, Huang Pudong would at most be thanking himself on the spot, and then how much money he gave himself, but the words of humanity. But it is not simple.
Du Cheng knows clearly that if he can understand this kind of character with Huang Pudong, he will be very helpful to his future development. This is an opportunity for himself.
However, Du Cheng did not immediately respond, but shook his head and said: "There is no need for human feelings, Huang Zong, Captain Ye, I only hope that you will not pass this time out. I am just a student at school. If I pass it out, I am afraid that the robbers and accomplices may affect my study and safety."
"Well, this is what it should be, Captain Ye, this thing will bother you. I hope that you can do a confidential job." Huang Pudong met Du Cheng, but not a little bit of pride, but was so vigilant and attentive. Even more appreciated, and quickly moved towards the captain of the leaf said.
"This is my police's job. You can rest assured that we will not pass the matter without Mr. Du's consent." Captain Ye nodded and was very sure.
"That's good."
Du Cheng nodded. He was not worried about whether the robbers had accomplices, whether they would be retaliated, but that he needed a buffering excuse. Some things would change if he had said it himself.
"Well, Captain Ye, this little brother should have nothing to do with it?" Seeing things settled, I want to know Du Cheng, the mysterious young man, Huang Pudong directly asks the team leader.
The commander of the leaf shook his head and said: "There is no problem. The transcript is done well. If there is something, I will call you."
"Yeah." Huang Pudong complied, and then turned his attention to Du Cheng, and asked: "Now that, little brother, if you don't mind, let me do the East, let me thank you."
"Sorry, Mr. Huang, I have a friend's birthday at night, I am afraid…"
Du Cheng took a look at the time. Although he wanted to make a relationship with Huang Pudong, Du Cheng was more concerned about Gu Sixin, and his gift had not yet been bought.
It's just that Du Cheng's words haven't finished yet. Huang Pudong interrupted Du Cheng's statement, but directly said with a smile: "It's okay, it's only three o'clock now, there's still some time, when I'll send it. You can do it in the past."
"That's okay." Even though Huang Pudong said this, Du Cheng knew that he would reject it if he refused, so he nodded and should bear it.
However, when Du Cheng and Huang Pudong were leaving, the manager Han, who had finished recording, suddenly moved toward Du Cheng and shouted: "Mr. Du, please wait."
"Han manager, is there anything?" Du Cheng did not understand, asked.
Manager Han extended his hand, and there was a brocade box above, and he was very grateful to say: "Mr. Du, this time, thanks to your help, the robbers can't get it. Otherwise, my poem dragon really It is a heavy loss, so please be sure to accept this thank you."
"No, if you really want to thank, you will give me a discount when I come next time." Du Cheng smiled and refused the kindness of the manager Han, who did not want to accept Du Cheng.
After that, Du Cheng no longer said anything, he turned and wanted to leave.
On the side of Huang Pudong see this scene, the heart of Du Cheng's evaluation is a higher level, Bao Shilong's jewelry are all very valuable, this time the thank you will naturally not be cheap, and see Du Cheng's It is obviously not born in a wealthy family. It is indeed a direct refusal. It does require a kind of courage.
"Mr. Du, don't you see what this is?" Han manager was anxious, and quickly opened the box in his hand, which contained the pair of daffodils.
"Daffodil!"
Du Cheng didn't think that the manager Han gave him this gift. Some incomprehensible said: "Han manager, is this the daffodil language Gu Miss is not scheduled, how can I give it to me?"
"Miss Gu has already agreed, she also let me say thank you to her on behalf of her." Manager Han quickly explained, and pointed to Gu Jiayi in the distance.
That Gu Jiayi was also looking at this side. Seeing Han manager talking about her, she quickly turned her head.
Obviously, although this iceberg beauty imagined Du Cheng apologizing, but he couldn't open his mouth and had to let Han manager replace it.
"Oh, thank you for not using it, but I will buy it for the daffodil, because I intend to use it to give my friend a birthday present, so I want to buy it with my own money." This pair of daffodils Du Cheng is very fond of it because it matches the temperament of Gu Sixin. However, Du Cheng did not accept the meaning, but took out the bank card, move towards the manager of Han and then said: "Of course, yours The price is too high, and you can give me a discount at the actual price."
"Well, that's fine, I will sell the daffodil to you at the purchase price." The manager Han obviously didn't want to accept Du Cheng's money, but Du Cheng said this, and he refused to accept it. After passing Du Cheng's bank card, he and Du Cheng went to the checkout counter.
After the card was finished, Du Cheng walked with Huang Pudong move towards.
Departing from Xinpu Department Store, Du Cheng sat in the Audi A8L luxury car in Huangpudong. Although this Audi A8 is not as luxurious as Bentley and Rolls Royce, it is like Huang Pudong and other people like Audi A8. This calm and unobtrusive gas is undoubtedly more in line with his identity.
The driver of Huangpudong is a middle-aged man who is about forty years old. His body is very strong. At first glance, he knows that he is the type of out of the ordinary. He should be a driver and a bodyguard.
After Huangpudong got on the bus, just after saying "Huangpu Club", the nearly three million RMB top Audi A8L will move towards the direction of Huangpu Club.

A ring-shaped smart bio-computer produced in 3009 AD, traversing the space and time on Du Cheng's head, a powerful intelligent program let Du Cheng touched High-tech knowledge in the next millennium. ——Commerce, industry, science and technology, Du Cheng is leading the way, developing high-tech in the future, and let Du Chengli be invincible.

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