This is based on real stories happened when I was a kid.

After reading on webnovel I don't I don't find a moral story for children so this is it

Levi walked into 7 Eastbourne that late afternoon; upon his entrance in the small building's main door, he immediately heard Mrs. Hudson's familiar voice. His brows furrowed in both annoyance and curiosity; she was laughing, as to why he doesn't know. But in his opinion, it sounded like she was torturing their neighbor's corgis. But what caught his interest most was the fact that her laughter was coming from HIS flat upstairs. 
He shook his head for a moment and turned right to enter the agency door; his eyes landed on the boys. All of them sat on their desks with either writing on files or talking to someone through the phone. Their brows furrowed in concentration; everyone was busy. To the slicked blond, that was a good sign; money was coming in thanks to the leprechaun gods. He and Marco had even been considering employing a new person to help with the boys' work. Hopefully, it will help lighten the load on each of them.
However, as fortunate as they were that clients kept coming to their door, it was unfortunate for the Irishman that cases he considered interesting were rare. And he had to depend on Davies' cases for mental entertainment. Levi turned to Mike, "I'll be upstairs. Call me if you need me." he said, earning a curt nod, and he exited back out of the door and climbed up to his flat.
COnfirming that the laughing was coming from his flat, his eyes narrowed at the door, and he entered. Eyes rested on his housekeeper and a woman in her late 70's. The two older women were seated on his sofa and having tea. 
Mrs. Whitehall turned to the door when she heard it swing open, and she smiled. "Levi, wonderful you're back," she said, a cup of tea in hand. The Irishman shrugged his coat, ignoring his housekeeper; he was not in the mood for company.
He turned impassively to look at Mrs. Whitehall and the stranger in his living room. He was about to utter "Do Tea parties in your flat, Mrs. Whitehall!" when the flabby old woman recognized the annoyed look on his face and interrupted him by saying, "This is Mrs. Murdoch." and she shot him a warning look. Levi closed his mouth immediately, and he froze on his spot before he started an ungraceful rant.
His hazel eyes studied the woman sitting on his couch, graying shoulder-length hair. She had a hand of a gardener and the stature of an Orchestra player--Piano. He could tell she was in her late 70's. She was old, too old to be Jason Murdoch's wife if he even had any. He frowned; he'd seen that woman before, but where?
His brain raced for an answer, then it hit him, a photo flashing in his mind, a picture on Sam's office table. The redhead was wearing a toga in her teens, smiling with a woman and a man in their 50's. Behind them was Caltech's Millikan building.
"Sam's grandmother." Levi and Mrs. Whitehall said in unison.
Monica Murdoch smiled up at the tall Irishman; she found him too posh-looking for her taste, yet undeniably handsome. He had a set of full blond hair and a striking set of eyes, and a chiseled jaw. He had a good posture in him, which the older woman found attractive.
Levi extended his hand to Monica, which she took happily, "Levi Jackson, pleasure." He said, giving her his signature smile. His day just got interesting, he thought. 
Monica smiled at him, "I know, it's good to meet you finally. Monica Murdoch, Sammy's grandma." She said, smiling, a smile that reminded him of Sam's.
As intrigued as he was that the woman was there, Levi silently wondered what she was doing there in the first place. Based on the small luggage sitting on the corner of his living room, the older woman recently arrived straight from LA.
Levi sat and accepted the tea Mrs. Whitehall offered, and the two shared trivial pleasantries. And when Mrs. Hudson excused herself, the slicked blond turned to look at the woman sitting across him, "How can I be of assistance, Mrs. Murdoch?" he asked, feigning more interest than usual. He knew she came there for a reason.
"Just Monica or Nana, Dear. No need to be so formal--you are dating my granddaughter after all", the woman spoke gently, earning a wide smile from the slicked blond. How could he forget, yes, he was 'dating' the redhead--something he plots to make a reality, and he reckoned that making sure her grandmother felt welcome would help his case. 
Subconsciously the Irishman took notes on the woman; something was calming about her presence. It was the fact that the words that came out of her mouth were filled with confidence; she didn't fumble with her words or think her thoughts over. Making Levi believe she was as blunt as they come.
"Monica, then," Levi replied, smiling. Causing the older woman to laugh gently amused at his response, she found him earnest, even though he wore a constant smile on his face.
Monica explained that she planned on surprising Sam, and she thought she'd show up in her boyfriend's apartment--knowing full well of the 'couple's' Saturday date night from none other than Elle Hart.
Mrs. Whitehall returned minutes later, and the two older women shared stories while Levi sat at his desk, reading through some of his emails. Hoping he'd receive something exciting. 
"It was only a few years later when she moved in with us that my late husband and I noticed that Sammy was not a normal child. She would do jigsaw puzzles inverted - assembling the brown cardboard shapes without the pictures - because it was more challenging." Monica shared while Levi sat quietly, listening secretly at their conversation--which was unlike him. Childhood stories are useless information, yet he absorbed and imagined it, even comparing it with his own, and collecting more blocks for her psychological profile in his mind.
Monica continued with her story, happy to have someone to share stories about her beloved granddaughter. "In fact, for every game she played, she compulsively invented new rules, usually coherent, and entertaining -- which her Doctor assured was normal with other very bright children." Mrs. Whitehall listened attentively while she chewed on some biscuits.
"She would arrange sponge numbers--later my late husband figured out to actually be a mathematical formula. She memorized statistics and had shown great musical talent--" Monica continued sighing at the memory, and she smiled sadly at Mrs. Whitehall. "I secretly wished for her to be more like me--but then, she took after her grandfather who was a Doctor himself," she added. Her two boys, Jason and Christian, were both geniuses. Both grew up successful in their own chosen fields; sadly, both also died young.
"For a few weeks, we put her on the computer to watch Tom &Jerry because we didn't have a kids channel at the time," Monica said, smiling at the memory. "When we came back to her, we found she was navigating around the website. At first, we thought she was just clicking on the pictures that she liked, but we realized she had taught herself to read the text and follow instructions."
Monica enthusiastically shared her tales of Sam, and Mrs. Whitehall listened commenting once in a while--with under an hour, the two older women seemed to be best of friends. While Levi started to tune in and out of their conversation as she read the news online, hoping to find something intriguing, a serial murder perhaps.
"And she had these unusual hobbies--insects, dead frogs--even begging to be her grandfather's assistant in the clinic. We thought she wanted to be a doctor and save lives; only she actually wanted to memorize human anatomy. My late husband was ecstatic when she confessed she wanted to be a Forensic Pathologist", Monica said, slightly saddened at the memory. She was only 8, and she imagined herself cutting corpses open. Her tone caught the slicked blond's attention.
"You didn't approve," he commented from his seat, causing the two older women to turn to him--since he hadn't spoken a word for the past half hour. 
Monica looked at Levi, "I wanted her to be just like us, normal..." Monica admitted, causing Levi's eyes to narrow in annoyance. He didn't like normal; normal to him was an insult, and so, he opened his mouth to utter some type of comment, 'dull' 'boring' or 'how predictable.' But she continued to speak, "But she wasn't...normal." she said, a smile tugging in her lips. 
And her eyes glinted with pride and joy in them, "She was extraordinary." She expressed proudly. 
Levi leaned back to his chair, thinking, 'she's not so bad.'
"It was only a few years later when she moved in with us that my late husband and I noticed that Sammy was not a normal child. She would do jigsaw puzzles inverted - assembling the brown cardboard shapes without the pictures - because it was more challenging." Monica shared while Levi sat quietly, listening secretly at their conversation--which was unlike him. Childhood stories are useless information, yet he absorbed and imagined it, even comparing it with his own, and collecting more blocks for her psychological profile in his mind.
Monica continued with her story, happy to have someone to share stories about her beloved granddaughter. "In fact, for every game she played, she compulsively invented new rules, usually coherent, and entertaining -- which her Doctor assured was normal with other very bright children." Mrs. Whitehall listened attentively while she chewed on some biscuits.
"She would arrange sponge numbers--later my late husband figured out to actually be a mathematical formula. She memorized statistics and had shown great musical talent--" Monica continued sighing at the memory, and she smiled sadly at Mrs. Whitehall. "I secretly wished for her to be more like me--but then, she took after her grandfather who was a Doctor himself," she added. Her two boys, Jason and Christian, were both geniuses. Both grew up successful in their own chosen fields; sadly, both also died young.
"For a few weeks, we put her on the computer to watch Tom &Jerry because we didn't have a kids channel at the time," Monica said, smiling at the memory. "When we came back to her, we found she was navigating around the website. At first, we thought she was just clicking on the pictures that she liked, but we realized she had taught herself to read the text and follow instructions."
Monica enthusiastically shared her tales of Sam, and Mrs. Whitehall listened commenting once in a while--with under an hour, the two older women seemed to be best of friends. While Levi started to tune in and out of their conversation as she read the news online, hoping to find something intriguing, a serial murder perhaps.
"And she had these unusual hobbies--insects, dead frogs--even begging to be her grandfather's assistant in the clinic. We thought she wanted to be a doctor and save lives; only she actually wanted to memorize human anatomy. My late husband was ecstatic when she confessed she wanted to be a Forensic Pathologist", Monica said, slightly saddened at the memory. She was only 8, and she imagined herself cutting corpses open. Her tone caught the slicked blond's attention.
"You didn't approve," he commented from his seat, causing the two older women to turn to him--since he hadn't spoken a word for the past half hour. 
Monica looked at Levi, "I wanted her to be just like us, normal..." Monica admitted, causing Levi's eyes to narrow in annoyance. He didn't like 'normal'; Normal to him was an insult, and so, he opened his mouth to utter some type of comment, 'dull' 'boring' or 'how predictable.' But she continued to speak, "But she wasn't...normal." she said, a smile tugging in her lips. 
And her eyes glinted with pride and joy in them, "She was extraordinary." She expressed proudly. 
Levi leaned back to his chair, thinking, 'she's not so bad.'


Levi Jackson is a brilliant criminal psychologist with a knack for reading people. He uses his twisted genius in making a name for his private detective agency ‘Jackson Detectives’ with the business motto of "No case is too insignificant, as long as you're willing to pay."

Presented with the case of a missing accountant, he is forced to seek the help of Guy’s Hospital resident genius, and Director of Forensics, Dr. Sam Gray.


Join them in their adventure in solving different crimes and pissing people off along the way. 

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With this prop, Xia Ling could guarantee that she would only talk about love with these fragments. They would not develop the collision of love.
So, she and Luo Si would probably never have children in this lifetime, right?
"It doesn't matter. A lifetime is very long. We can slowly think about it. " Luo Si drove the car and said with a bright smile.
He and Luo Yannan were blood brothers.
However, the two of them had always seemed to have a grudge since they were young. Luo Yannan wanted to snatch everything from him and forcefully suppress him.
At first, Luo SI was miserable. Later, he found out that Luo Yannan was bullying him to find a sense of existence.
Therefore, Luo Si was once cheated by Luo Yannan. At the peak of his career, he was forced to retire. For five years, he could not sign any clubs or participate in esports projects... ...
He understood that in this world, sometimes blood ties could not represent anything.
Luo Yannan saw him as an enemy. Then, he could not be as ruthless as Luo Yannan and could only treat him as a stranger.
A stranger ruined his wedding and wanted to kill him. Luo Si sent him to the police station and did not want to care about how deep the blood ties were.
The law was fair. Everything was handed over to the law. Even if the world's saliva would drown Luo SI, he only wanted to have a clear conscience and live a stable life with Hu lingling, and have a few children... ... That would be the best ! !
* 
Luo Yannan was sentenced to ten years in prison.
In these ten years, Xia Ling had written a total of twelve books. On average, she finished one to two books a year.
The market for Romance was too small. Ever since "the villain" had finished, she had jumped into the male channel and started writing hot-blooded e-sports.
Her own perfect character as an e-sports player, her own experience from the lowest point to the highest point, her own view of Luo Si's rapid retirement from world champion to Internet cafe owner... ...
Xia Ling could write too many subjects and too many stories!
In ten years, Xia Ling's own structure determined that the stories she wrote could not be limited to the love between a man and a woman.
She wrote about e-sports, wrote about friendship, wrote about patriotism, and even wrote about youth... ...
She wrote about teenagers who played truant in school and went online, there were fugitives who hid their stories, and there were also internet addicted men who worked hard every day in the Internet cafe to earn money to support their beloved girlfriend.
...
Xia Ling wrote a lot, and she never stopped writing. In ten years, she had written a total of 30 to 40 million words on the website.
With such a thick number of words, even a person who did not know anything should be able to make a name for themselves in the online literary circle after ten years of cultivation.
Xia Ling
In the name of the goddess of Esports, she became the representative writer of Gaming novels and was crowned as a platinum.
Above platinum, there were three, six, and nine grades. Xia Ling was probably the highest grade in the online literary circle.
In this class, the people she usually interacted with were celebrities and businessmen that people could only see on the Internet and the media. She usually attended the national conference of CPPCC representatives, and she usually joined the most core literary association in the country.
In addition, various universities would invite her to give lectures to the new students in their schools. They wanted to invite her to be an honorary professor in the Literature Department and teach these students how to write novels... ...
Life was like this. Before you succeeded, no one cared about your hard work. After you succeeded, fresh flowers and olive branches would never be lacking.
It is rare to give charcoal in the snow, but everyone will add flowers to the icing on the cake.
Ten years later, sitting on a private plane on a vacation abroad, Luo Si leaned on the side and looked at Xia Ling, who was still saving manuscripts on the plane.
It was said that serious women were the most beautiful. Luo Si looked at Xia Ling. Ten Years, a lifetime, he could not get enough of her.
Dissatisfied with being ignored for so long, Luo Si sat up, smiled, and leaned over to speak.

Xia Ling wanted to run, but no matter where she went, she could always see the devil king with a gentle and malicious look in his eyes.
"Xia Xia, where are you running to? "

[1v1, sweeter than ever ]
"..."
Text: Yan Luo Bai, "fast wear, flirt: Plan to save the fallen boss"

In the end, they still felt that Gu Jingyu had the greatest possibility. It so happened that Gu Jingyu had also gone overseas to study for a while. Who knew what he had gone to do?
However, no one had any evidence and thus, could only guess amongst themselves.
Lin Che didn't pay any attention to this matter, and this took a lot of people by surprise.
She continued to focus on her filming as if she wasn't affected by this incident at all.
Even Glorious Star couldn't hold it in anymore, despite keeping an eye on this matter.
During the event, when Wu Yufei was interviewed, she was asked about Lin Che's scandal. She was asked how they felt about this, and if they have heard anything about it. Did they know that Lin Che was already married? Or have they heard any news if Lin Che had been very close to other men?
Wu Yufei smiled and shook her head. "Why did you guys come to ask me? I'm not close to Lin Che. But there was one time when I saw her with what seemed like two children. I don't know anything else."
Her words brought forth another wave of commotion. Many people started to ask if this meant that this was verified and that Lin Che really had children.
The story was widely discussed on the Internet once again. Everyone felt that this was really the greatest mystery of the year. While Lin Che was closed off from the world and focusing on her filming, she suddenly posted a photo of her eating watermelon one night, together with the text, "I'm now also in the audience watching the show." This caused even more people's imaginations to run wild. However, Lin Che didn't say anything thereafter.
In order to force Lin Che out to give a response to this matter, the paparazzi continued to stir the matter up, saying bad things about Lin Che online.
They asked why Lin Che wasn't responding to this matter. Was it because she had nothing to say?
They said that Lin Che was too unbelievable. She should say it if she already had children.
They even scolded Lin Che outright, wondering if this scandal would turn from an exposed relationship to an extramarital affair. That would turn the tables around completely. 
At this moment, someone thought about a person—Mu Feiran. Since she was very close friends with Lin Che, she should know about it. Why did no one think of asking her?
When Mu Feiran was attending a show, the reporters swarmed up to her and asked, "Have you heard of the recent rumors online about Lin Che?"
When Mu Feiran heard this, she didn't seem happy.
"Lin Che had already said in the beginning that she doesn't wish for people to put so much focus on her private life, yet you guys are still pursuing this relentlessly."
A reporter said, "But someone is saying that this is an extramarital affair."
Mu Feiran laughed. "What extramarital affair? Those paparazzi are too good at writing stories. Are they so broke that they've gone crazy? If they are so good at coming up with stories to gain that bit of traffic volume, then why don't they write scripts? They'd definitely be able to come up with great mystical stories."
"Are you aware that this isn't an extramarital affair then? What about the children? What about Zhou Yu?"
Mu Feiran smiled, wearing a deep and unfathomable expression, which made the reporters had even greater anticipation. However, Mu Feiran stroke her hair indifferently, before keeping them in suspense, "Zhou Yu? Haha, the children are his."
"…"
The reporters were all stunned.
Mu Feiran had suddenly given them two pieces of news. The first one was that it was true that Lin Che had children. The other one was… that the children's father was Zhou Yu. Was that for real?
The reporters continued to ask, "Did they know each other long ago?"
"Then why is Zhou Yu still a new artist?"
Mu Feiran said, "All their close friends know about it. We are very clear about their relationship. I can only say that this matter can only be shared by the person in question, and we won't be sharing it on her behalf. People who are making wild guesses should stop doing that. The two of them have a great relationship and it's useless no matter how much you try to use rumors to break them up."
When the paparazzi heard Mu Feiran's words, they felt anxious. What on earth was going on…
Lin Che's children… were Zhou Yu's?
At this moment, Lin Che finally stepped out.
That night, Lin Che's family of four appeared before the cameras.
A group of people took a photo of Lin Che bringing along two children, a boy and a girl, shopping with Zhou Yu.
They were eating street food while bringing the children to catch toys from the machines.
Mu Feiran's words were instantly verified.
The next day, a photo of the family of four was uploaded to the Internet.
At this moment, Lin Che finally decided to invite the reporters to the celebratory banquet for the completion of their drama's filming. It was an indication that she was ready to give a response to the entire matter.
That night, the celebratory banquet for the 'Dirty Celestial' was going to be the greatest one amongst all the celebratory banquets held for dramas' filming completion. 
It was unprecedented, and no one knew if a similar one would take place in the future.
The hotel was almost congested and taken over by reporters.
Everyone immediately stood to the back when they saw how many people there were.
Ou Lie, as the main lead, felt very excited when he came out and saw that there were so many reporters.
Oh my, it was really true that it was beneficial to be sticking with Lin Che. With so many reporters around, the drama was sure to become a hit before it was released.
He immediately went out to say, "Hello everyone, hello. Please remain in order."
However, the reporters seemed as if they hadn't noticed him and just asked, "When will Lin Che be coming out?"
"That's right. What about Zhou Yu? Is Zhou Yu here?"
"Do you guys know of their relationship?"
"Have they really known each other for very long?"
"…"
Ou Lie was screaming out in his heart: I'm the main lead!
Why were these questions all about Zhou Yu?
Moreover, he was also considered a young star, and wouldn't be neglected no matter where he went.
However, at this moment, someone suddenly cried out, "Lin Che is here!"
The reporters almost stomp over his head and rushed straight toward Lin Che.
"Lin Che, you're finally here."
"Lin Che, what is going on? Is it true that you have a family of four?"
"Didn't Zhou Yu come?"
"Is it true that you have children?"
Lin Che smiled as she looked at all the reporters. She waited for everyone to finish asking questions before she slowly said, "Thank you everyone for coming to show support for our celebratory banquet. I know that my family's private matter has recently taken up a lot of public resources and attention. I don't like to create scandals, and only want to lead a peaceful life. However, there are always people who try to force me to give a response. I'll be giving a response then. I hope that they can let us have a few days of peace and stop coming up with stories."
Everyone listened attentively. The place suddenly became very quiet, with only Lin Che's voice ringing out amidst the silence.
She said, "That's right. Zhou Yu and I are married. We've known each other for many years and already have two children. In order to protect the children's privacy, I don't wish to talk too much about them. They are both attending kindergarten at the moment, and have their own innocent lives to leave. Zhou Yu isn't actually a professional actor, nor does he plan on joining the entertainment circle. The reason he took on the name Zhou Yu and took part in the filming is just that he wanted to accompany me on my job, and experience what my job is like. We had no idea that this would bring about so much disturbance to everyone. We apologize for that."


Wealthy, powerful and handsome; Gu Jingze is the cream of the crop in the entire country. Every guy wants to be him and every girl wants to be with him. His life is perfect... except that he has one tiny secret that keeps him from getting close to any woman—apparent impotency.

That is, until he wakes up in bed with a total stranger one day. The next thing he knows, he is forced to marry this stranger; a feisty and boisterous woman by the name of Lin Che. 

Lin Che is an average girl whose only aim is to become a successful actress. Ostracized by her family and forced to become independent, she cooks up a scheme to attain her goal. But her plan fails and she ends up marrying this cold and seemingly heartless Gu Jingze. Not only that, she must now find her place in high society, where jealous women and devious plots lay abound - all while juggling her new career.  

Two strangers under one roof: From the outset, they agree to stay out of each other’s lives, but he somehow always manages to appear during her moments of crisis. Slowly and unwittingly, Lin Che begins to find it difficult to imagine a future without him. Will their relationship grow, or is their marriage destined to remain just a contract?

Obviously, I don't know how it feels like to be pregnant. I only know the fear of the pain that comes to me frequently in the place where a baby should live and the dark thought that I will never have the choice to have children because my own body won't let me.
Boy, I write really long sentences.
Anyway, I spent an entire day with my lola last weekend, and she talked about the wars that she lived through. Back in Vigan, they had a basement where they hid all the beautiful girls in their family whenever the Japanese would raid their town.
I've also been intrigued by Afrofuturism lately. I've been looking for books by Octavia Butler—if you know where I can get a copy of any of her books or where I can read her short stories online legally, let me know. This one book, Kindred, stuck to me. It's about a time travelling woman who meets her ancestors and is given a choice between allowing violence to happen to her ancestor and live in the future or to stop it and risk never existing at all. Wow.
Anyway, this is one of those stories that won't let me write other things until I put it on paper. It's been keeping me up at night for an entire week. I couldn't read anything else. I can't add new chapters into that other project. I can't even sleep even when I'm sleepy. Stephen King said that a good idea will stick to you no matter what. I wish I knew that it would keep me up at night like a serialized nightmare until I give into what it wanted me to do.
I don't know if I'll keep this story online long. I might take it down after a month or so if I still don't know what to do with it by then. 
But at least, finally, it's done, and I can move on to other things. And only Malaya will keep up.
Tell me what you think of this story?

A pregnant woman finds herself travelling back in time to meet her great grandmother on the cusp of World War 2 in the Philippines when the Japanese raided barrios for their most beautiful women.

Dara spends her alone time for house chores. Cleaning up here and there, organizing things, doing some preparation for lunch, but not yet cooking, setting up her breakfast and putting it aside. Then when she's finished with around half of the maid's duties, she sits on the rugs on the floor with a short table, that Beth usually uses as her study desk, in front of her. It's brown furniture in the middle of the living room and quite large for a laptop with two bowls of food, and some books to be put on there.

She has around a couple of hours before she has to leave and fetch the kids from school. She stares at her empty sketchbook. Her mind still wanders around about what to draw. She just feels so, so empty. She takes a sip of her coffee, always the boost, the inspiration, the mate for her soul. But it just feels way too bland this time.

Dara sighs and leans her back onto the couch behind her, staring at the bulb above her. "Hmm…," she hums and rests her head down. Thinking.

Dara suddenly sees a tall shadow passing  through the room, gliding fast to the kitchen and she startles, panting for air, "oh my God, who's there?" Dara tries to lift her feet but she can't move. She's so afraid. And she realizes that she is in her dream. "DARA WAKE UP!!! DARA!!! WAKE UP PLEASE I'M SCARED, WAKE UP!!!" Her dream tries to wake her up but she can't. 

Dara gasps after some while that felt like hours of fear for her and raises her head from the couch. She grabs her water bottle next to her leg and gulps nearly to the bottom of it, trying to manage herself and breathe. "Okay, okay, just a dream, Dara, just a dream, " Dara keeps on panting for some while. She gazes at the kitchen and breathes sharply, "ugh, just a dream, okay." She places her hand on her chest and gives a gentle pressure to give herself ease.

***

Dara is a young Indonesian mom who lives in Singapore with an Indonesian husband named Eric and two children named Christian and Bethany. She is a… err, happy mom? 
Anyway, she is always happy with her children. 

She is an online author, she writes short stories, mostly light romances. She is essentially an Indonesian and mostly does Indonesian work.  Two or three of her creations have been published as short stories in Indonesian tv programs in the last year.

But lately, she feels tired and uninspired to compose stories so she's been taking her hiatus from short stories and shifting to comics. She's not a bad artist though, her first comic reached 1.6k viewers in the first 24 hours. And she just completed it last weekend and needs new and fresh ideas for the next one whether it's going to be a story or a comic. 

But her short dream annoyed her just now.

***

"I think I need another break, a day or two will be great though, I need that 'me time'…. Yeah right!" Dara sighs at her ridiculous thought and rolls her eyes, mocking herself. "Hookaay, see what we can do now, hmm…," Dara scrolls some random social media on her phone screen, randomly reading some cake recipes and funny stories or videos.

There is a post that attracted her attention, it's from Kayla, a friend from a group of people who are into revealing fake accounts or scammers and such. She has never had any certain intentions to be in the group, it was just something fun for her, she always thought so. And the group is organized by women from all around the world.

So the post contains a gallery of screenshots of a dating app that shows a chat room of Kayla and a guy where the guy was harassing her in an extremely rude way. Dara gets a bit shocked reading that guy's messages and gets curious, so she keeps on reading. The screenshots, the captions, and the comments. 

It's a post from a day before, she sees 4 screenshots and more than a hundred comments in total. "Wow! She's just suddenly famous! Haha," Dara chuckles a bit.

Dara and Kayla don't know each other personally in real life. Kayla lives in the Philippines and they only talk through the online room, and she is quite popular there. She often shares funny and cute stuff that is quite entertaining. And she sounds like a fun and friendly person too. She's around 3 years younger than Dara, single and works as a makeup artist, it's been more than a year since Kayla doing it persistently. 

So then Dara contacts Kayla, because of her curiosity. They chat for a while, letting Dara learn about the chatting app that Kayla posted earlier. And how Kayla fell into that kind of abusive conversation with the guy.

Dara often laughs lightly while she's chatting with Kayla. Kayla shares funny experiences she had through the chatting apps, not only the bad one with the rude guy. Dara feels quite enlightened with the laughter but her face suddenly flattens when she reads Kayla's last message, "try it yourself, install one or two."

Dara stops replying to her and gazes away, thinking…, "hmm… should I?" She taps her fingernail on the desk.

***

Dara switches her laptop off and leaves her phone on the desk while she is preparing herself to leave the house, fetching kids from school. Getting herself up from the rugs, she takes her sketchbooks and her coffee that is barely drank yet and takes a gulp or two, walking to the kitchen area. She leaves the glass and picks a pair of jeans and a sling bag

She takes a glance at the phone screen while she walks back, zipping up her jeans. "Ah, that one has done installing. What's this?" Dara puts the handle of her sling bag between her teeth, biting it, and grasps her phone reading the registration page of the Tinkle app. She grins and accidentally drops her sling bag onto her foot, "ugh, ouch!"

Dara quickly fills the registration page. And based on what Kayla told her earlier, "only a simple suggestion, but do not put your real name there," she writes 'Catwoman' as her username. And, based on Kayla's another warning, "and you better not putting your face there as well," she puts her face there, but from the side. 

***

Dara walks out and locks the door. She hears a different notification from her phone and opens it while walking to the elevator. She surprised at what she sees on the screen when she's inside the elevator and widens her eyes, "holy pepperoni…!" But she is in a bit of a rush for kids though, so she puts it back in her bag when the elevator opens and sends her to the ground floor. 

"I have never known what efforts were;
I have never known what submission referred to;
I have never known what my passion was;
I have never known what I, myself really was;
Until there was… You"
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Rewritten version
21+ alert!!!
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Dara is indeed a great submissive catch for a cold-hearted Dominant man like him, she's an innocent, a pure one to be taught, wrapped in a beautiful, petite, almost flawless appearance.
For Dara herself, this is her very first time to get into this kind of darker side.
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Being a slave means being strong. 
More than what she has become all along. 
The circumstance that Dara has never thought would be extremely challenging. 
But, by being his slave...
She finds herself.
She finds her deepest, hidden passion that she has never realized herself, before.
She finds a way to overcome.
She finally learns how to share a man, like a harem.
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Getting into the BDSM world virtually, was never her intention at all, but here she is sharing a man with girls from all over the world, in a virtual room of harems.
Jealousy, humility, degrading, among friendly, sympathetic, cooperation, partnerships, and even knowledge shared there. All of the mixing emotions of ups and downs flutter her heart and sanity. 
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Will she grow stronger and earn him?
Will she survive with all of the emotional occurrences? 

There was still quite a bit of time left after Fang Zhao and company filmed in the kitchen. Kevin Lin saved it for filming folks returning from trips beyond the base.
The soldiers returning in the evening were mostly career soldiers stationed on Baiji, not regular conscripts. Most of the more challenging tasks like hunting, scouting, and so on, were left for career soldiers.
It wasn't just the conscripts who wanted to get on camera, the career soldiers did too. They were often away for years at a time and missed their families.
But only soldiers who weren't assigned to classified missions could be shown on air.
The group that returned in the evening also brought back food supplies, including both plants and dead animals. There were quite a few things that turned Kevin Lin off. He remained at a distance during filming, simply zooming in on Fang Zhao, who had to help the career soldiers unload their cargo. He would also be having a late-night snack with the soldiers.
Unlike the afternoon broadcast from the cafeteria, the late-night meal was aired live in high definition, uncensored.
After setting up the camera, Kevin Lin found an excuse to bolt. He didn't bother appearing on camera.
The first-day live broadcasts for the other channels were a completely different story.
On the first day of his arrival, famed TV host Li Xiaoxiao, the subject of S1, visited career soldiers and young conscripts already serving on the foreign planet he was assigned to, with gifts in tow. The gifts had been donated by himself, fans, and his sponsors.
Many of the career soldiers and many of the youngsters who had been serving there for half a year had grown up watching Li Xiaoxiao's shows. They were quite familiar with the star, so they were quite emotional when they came into close contact with him and shook his hand.
Li Xiaoxiao's humorous comments and moves livened up the base, which enjoyed a rare respite from its typically dour atmosphere.
The decor in the cafeteria wasn't exactly appealing, and many scenes in the kitchen were likewise off-putting, but these eyesores were alleviated by avoiding the most grotesque items and with subtle camera angles and blurring effects. Coupled with Li Xiaoxiao's sense of humor and ability to lighten the mood, quite a few touching scenes emerged, conveying to viewers that, despite the hardships the soldiers and conscripts endured, there were funny moments too.
You had to admit that talent was talent. As the oldest of the five celebrities and the most experienced, Li Xiaoxiao was great at taking charge of the situation.
Li Xiaoxiao's fans and online viewers were also moved by the jovial mood. Donations of cash and supplies poured in. Financiers also expressed interest in investing in the base.
S1's live broadcast was an indisputable success.
On S2, the handsome, elegant Old-Era aristocrat Fritz charted an artsier course. He used soulful expressions and controlled embellishment to turn every moment into a tearjerker.
Fritz even played host. Apart from having heart-to-hearts with some of the conscripts, he also interviewed career soldiers with interesting backgrounds.
A veteran singer and actor, Fritz knew how to draw out emotion and even put himself in the shoes of his interview subjects, displaying genuine emotion. Every time those haunting eyes faced the camera, countless fans were shaken. 
Fans: It's just cash. We're shelling it out.
Judging from the audience response and viewership data, S2 was likewise a great success.
On S3, as an actor in mainstream commercial films, Andre likewise enjoyed a huge fan base, but while he had sparred with some of the young instructors during training camp, on account of his limited martial arts training, he held back.
The career soldiers stationed here were different from the young instructors back in training camp. The former were battle-hardened, even projecting a different aura. Andre had no intention of getting a beatdown on live television.
Instead, he shared life stories with the young conscripts and sang military songs with the career soldiers.
You never would have guessed that this A-list actor had a decent voice. He made for a decent singer, which served as a pleasant surprise to his fans.
Even though S3's viewership data lagged the numbers posted by S1 and S2, it still turned a profit. By that measure, it was also a success.
On S4, Tianhao, who hailed from the Woo family of Tongzhou aristocracy, had been born on a pedestal, and his ability to act pretentious was unscathed. After his arrival, he challenged several of the standout soldiers to kung-fu duels.
Anyone who lived in the New Era knew that founding father General Woo Tong had been an accomplished martial artist. His descendants were all competent fighters, not simply posers. The well-trained core family members in particular were combat-tested. Even though Tianhao was a poser, he backed it up with real skill.
Tianhao challenged three of the top soldiers in a row. The young conscripts rooted for Tianhao, while the career soldiers backed their brethren. The online audience was thoroughly electrified, hooting and applauding without pause and bestowing round after round of cash rewards. 
The face-offs spiced up the atmosphere and were embraced by the conscripts and career soldiers alike and drew a big audience. Tianhao had achieved his goal of coolness.
After the duels, senior officers at the base staged a welcome banquet for Tianhao. Soldiers who weren't assigned to missions the next day were granted special exemption to drink a bit. Tianhao had brought the alcohol from home. Quite a few heavy drinkers got their fix.
One officer even slapped Tianhao on the back, saying he would show Tianhao how to drive the base jeeps reserved for career soldiers.
S4's numbers rivaled the performance of S1 and S2. Not to mention that Tianhao had the full backing of the Woo family back in Tongzhou.
By contrast, the S5 production team stood out by adopting an unvarnished documentary style. The footage was more befitting an actual documentary film than entertainment programming. The other four channels all used subtle camera angles or blurred out graphic content. Only S5 was in high definition and completely uncensored. 
Viewers who were looking for light entertainment would not stick with S5, but apart from members of the establishment, a group of parents also started tuning in.
Indeed, S5 was far less entertaining than the other four channels, but it was the real thing.
What was of more pressing concern to the parents whose children were serving was what their kids' actual routines were like. Even though they had served as well, those had been different times. Who knew how much these military outposts had changed over the years?
Even parents with kids serving on other planets couldn't help tuning in to S5, because you could see what the bases on planets with tough conditions were really like. There was no fudging or fakery. It was as if you were standing on the planet yourself.
On the first four channels, regardless of the topic at hand, regardless of who was being interviewed, the center of attention was the four celebrities. The celebrities anchored the live webcasts. But on S5, Fang Zhao was less of a presence. Instead, the camera focused on the conscripts and the career soldiers.
The only thing was that the uncensored footage was too much for some viewers.
S5 got plenty of rave reviews, but it also drew many complaints.
Many viewers complained that some of S5's footage was ill-suited for teenagers and was detrimental to their development.
Indeed, footage of raw materials being prepared in the kitchen and of mealtime turned quite a few adults off, let alone teenagers. If similar scenes were in the pipeline and were broadcast uncensored, there would be no end to the complaints. 
To get ahead of the issue, the senior management of Project Starlight held a conference call. Shutting down S5 was not an option. They also wouldn't censor it. They wanted Kevin Lin and Fang Zhao to shoot more raw footage in the same vein, even record some violent or bloody incidents. As long they could show the true nature of the work in the Baiji base, as long as some folks could get an actual sense of the base's growth, Project Starlight would have fulfilled its mission.
The conservatives who had slashed funding for exploratory missions and diverted funds to building up existing bases didn't do so to provide entertainment. They wanted to deliver a clear message to the people. Look at how tough it is to develop the existing bases. Why the hell should we keep exploring? So what if we discover more planets with livable conditions. Can we build bases on them and immigrate right away? Folks who keep dreaming about discovering new minerals that can be used as new energy sources should wake up and get back in touch with reality. Are new minerals that easy to find?
The conservatives wanted to shore up popular support—and Project Starlight was the means to their end.
To protect S5, the senior management of Project Starlight decided after their conference call to implement a ratings system on the five channels.
But curious viewers didn't care what the senior executives were thinking. Eager fans who followed Project Starlight's five channels summarized the tone of each channel with these quips after the five channels completed their first day of live programming.
S1: How are you, comrades? Well done! Good job!
S2: Blood, sweat, and tears.
S3: There's nothing a little love and tenderness can't conquer.
S4: Drinking games.
S5: Danger ahead! Noncombat personnel evacuate!


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

It seems like it wasn't meant to be....I tried to make the fanfiction while changing events and stuffing stuff inside. But it's too sloppy even if I fix that problem it still isn't a true fanfiction. Essentially what I have been doing is making self insert isekai fanfictions. This is good.....but if I ever want to improve my writing it needs to be better.

And so that brings us to a rework. I want to change the timelines, keep it realistic keeping in mind the characters opness and how fast he would accomplish his goals. I also want to fix the major problems of said story or world the mc goes to. I also want to explore never before things in that world, making a sort if story line before. Now this will be done making sure everything is chronologically correct too! Now doing this with huge worlds and story lines makes it take even longer.

Now you might ask why go to those worlds? Well here is the answer, the mc likes to be efficient in everything he does. Sure he will goof off here and there, for the sake of making the original characters better. But he still prefers to go to worlds in which he benefits the most. I mean ,who would want to take a long hard road to become the strongest? No they wouldn't they would take what they have and gain ,to become stronger faster.

Even a stuipid person would realize their speed is inferior to those that are smarter. Unlike the cliche stupid pure of heart self sacrificing masochists, this mc strives to be the best he can be. But! You will also know if you become too smart like omniscient.....everything will be boring but if you don't do so, you will likely get yourself killed! So you would basically program you own mind to delete those spoilers
(calculative future sight ect.) ,if they aren't so major. But you will also keep in mind that changing the time line ,effects the whole thing. So you will still use this ability but sort out the surprises that makes life interesting. Afterall you want to have fun but not die because of it.

So this character to the best of my capabilities, won't be cliche. He will see the underneath of the underneath. He will fix the problems of the worlds/universes he visits. It will be a long but short road considering his ultimate goal. Things in each world won't always be the same. As you know out of all fanfictions out there, the list of truley good ones wouldn't be even a percent of the total.

Yes this means it would take longer for the realease of chapters. But! When it does get released there will be a whole bunch of them. I plan on going with at least 300k per release. I will also put more comedy inside the best that I can. As you know op characters are fun to read but.....most fanfictions like that are trash. This is due to one major reason Plot!

Yes it's the basic structure of all stories, don't look at me like that, yes although it sounds simple and bland...it's needed. Plots need to be done on minor scales, as well as large ones. If the story is long enough ,it will also need a higher arching plot. Instead of just making up bs there is a finesse to it.

 If I had to adequately explain how hard it is to perfect this ,artform of writing. Well it's like being transmigrated into kabuto but housing kuruma while starting as a baby, with your regular knowledge. All anime knowledge except narutos world. While you try and get to other worlds. Still possible, but worse then a world lottery if there was such a thing, as you would need a s**t ton of willpower, planning,trail error,luck while trying to hide your increase in power. From all beings that seek you harm, including black zetsu who you can't sense...

Well I'm sorry for not living up to your expectations, but If i follow this route even for fun. I may someday be able to write a real adult book. I know that children books sell a hell alot more but where is the challenge? Even if it's just online ,it would be something noteworthy at least. Well sorry for no real chapter but as life is it is nothing like you expect it to be.

This has been officially out on suspension....but I may release up untill the end of the MHA arc. When I get to it so don't have your Hope's up. Writing is like ADHD to me when you hit a block you need to tackle it from a new angle and get inspiration. Otherwise your just wasting everyone's time. Thanks for reading this all or not....Shameless author out!

This is a fanfictions about the Mc Wrathos who travels through the omniverse. 

Furthermore!
I do not make money off of this, unlike some other authors on webnovel. I dont do this for popularity either just to better my writing and fun. I hope you enjoy. I dont own 99.99999 percent of the characters,  including the novels cover picture. If said owner wishes it removed provide proof and ask me.They all belong to their respective owners.

"Let's not talk about her. At most, she's only one of my past." Nathan once again opened the small gate and allowed Lucy to enter. "What brought you here?"

Lucy smiled and raised the fried chicken and veges that she bought. "Let's celebrate. Your stories sold so well that my cheap boss gave me a raise and a nice bonus."

The man also smiled and unceremoniously snatched the food from her hand. Nathan invited her in - for the very first time. Before, she could only see the guy from the gate. 
Once inside the house, Lucy roamed her eyes again and couldn't help but feel like the house really has a rather heavy feeling. She took a seat, shrugged and thought, 'Probably the fault of the gloomy ghostwriter?' From the kitchen, the man brought out dishes into the table and prepared the plates and utensils for the both of them.

"Hey, Mr. Ghostwriter, do you have other stories there. If you want, I can start proofreading them now for you?" she offered with a smile as they ate.

"You know my circumstances. I always have stories to write. 'They' won't let me have my share of peace unless I write 'their' stories." 

Lucy looked at the man and noticed that his eyes felt more sunken than before and his complexion much paler. Her heart ached a little. 

This guy would act indifferent most of the time and would exude aura which could make people think he's cool and aloof. Yet, beneath the surface, he's a living specimen of someone who could see spirits of the dead. Lucy believed he really has a third eye or sixth sense due to the fact that she also has one. Lucy felt much closer to Nathan because of this similarity. 

However, the two of them also were different. Lucy's third eye could be controlled, at least her third eyes could no longer force her to look at what she doesn't want to see. However, Nathan had no option like that. 

"Your new place seems to be haunted," she commented. 

"I am the one haunted. I will always be haunted because of my curse." Because of what he said, she remembered her good friend Aura and thought that woman's main character was quite similar to the man in front of her.

She replied half-heartedly, "You are only like that because you idiotically accepted an accursed book from a nobody. You said, you don't even believe in ghosts before you've got the book."

He sighed and took out the pocketbook which always appeared inside his pocket. The book was giving off a mysterious vibe due to its black worn-out cover featuring a three-eyed faceless woman. He received the book from a fake friend he had who had styled himself as a book collector. 

Nathan was a horror writer so he accepted the creepy book to look for more ideas and inspiration. Who would have thought the horror writer who never believed in ghost would start seeing creepy ghosts and apparitions after that? 

The story within the book which could only be viewed by him always changed and the protagonist of the story would always haunt him until he wrote about it and let it be known to others. The woman in front of him was the one who offered a larger reading platform after he submitted one of the ghosts' stories online.

"It's already late when I tried to return the book from that friend. He vanished out of thin air." He said after swallowing a piece of fried chicken.

"You're so pitiful. You don't even realize that your friend vanished into thin air because he's hiding from you. By the way, how's the experience?" teased by the woman.

"Ms. Lucy Roces, it's not nice gloating over the misfortune of others. I'm suffering. Even as I eat, I could see one of them waving at me while groaning, blood and mangled flesh throbbing in his face. And oh, the ghost I'm referring to is hanging above you."

Lucy's face contorted and slowly turned pale. "S-stop joking!"

The guy raised a brow again, his expression saying 'I'm not.' "If you're this cowardly, you should stop chasing after me."

Lucy's heart skipped a beat as she glared at Nathan. The guy perfectly knew her interest in him and he's so shameless to blatantly mention it in the middle of dinner. Lucy's face was an expression of shame and anger. But when she chanted in her mind that she should see the other side of the coin, her anger gradually lessened. She thought that perhaps this was his only way of coping up with ghostly matters.

The guy breathed deeply before looking away. His reaction was akin to someone who could no longer tolerate looking at something. If Lucy didn't know there's a damn ghost near her, her heart would have long been broken. When she was about to open her mouth to say some comforting words, the man beat her to it.

"Last night, it was hard to sleep. A crying girl stood beside my bed, and she kept crying and asking for help and justice. Next to her, I saw a woman in a red Chinese bridal gown. Her tears are red, or probably she was tearing up blood, and her two legs were badly amputated. When I looked away from her, what greeted my eyes was a platoon of black-hooded children with dark eye-sockets. The sight scared the hell out of me that I no longer entertain the thought of sleeping. When I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face, hoping to wake up my probably dreaming self, the mirror in front of me reflected a headless man in priest attire standing beside me." 

Lucy's eyes widened and she forgot to close her opened mouth. 

"I told you, 'they' will only let me off once I share their stories to somebody else. Perhaps 'they' want their tales to get known by people in hopes that at least one of the readers will move for 'their' justice," the man sighed and put down his spoon and fork on the table. 

Silence reigned between them. Lucy was staring at the man who stubbornly refused to look her way. After a long while, her chest felt so tight and the thing inside beat so furiously. It was quite suffocating that when she could no longer bear it, she stood up and moved to his side. 

"I'm sorry for taunting you earlier," finally, she spoke.

Nathan shook his head and directed her a wry smile. "At least I'm able to tell someone my unbelievable experiences. Right now, I don't have any choice but persevere through all of it, write 'their' tales and have you publish the stories to let others know how 'they' died or how 'they' haunted people. It's really bad. However, at least they're not threatening me with death - only making my life quite tormenting and hard." 

He paused for a while before he hesitatingly added, "I honestly think that some of the ghosts are malicious, it's just that because I am the owner of the book, 'they' are not allowed to take my life and convert me to be like 'them'."

A long while passed by again before a reply came from the woman, "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you this for some time now... but why didn't you try to pass the book to someone else?"

Nathan only smiled and not answered. He did, actually. But realized other people couldn't be more courageous than he was. He then advised the editor to leave his house before it gets too late, even jokingly saying that her closed third eye might open up if she would remain. 

As Lucy stepped out of his door, she pondered about the cursed book. Nathan, who was seeing her off, flinched when he saw a woman in white passing through Lucy's body while reaching out to him with one hand.

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Leyte Baler creased his forehead as he stared at the beautiful woman exiting a humble apartment. He gave Hana a side glance and said, "Are you sure the house is owned by a cursed person and many ghosts are haunting him inside?"

"Why ask me when you can also feel 'them'? We're now Anitos so it's easy for us to feel their presence even if we're miles away from them. And actually, we could sense not only ghosts but also many supernatural beings that normally scare humans. However, I assure you that those beings are rather afraid of us. Try it. Go near the apartment and I tell you, the ghosts near the cursed person will hide away. If you tell the person about this,  he will probably convert himself into one of your believers." The girl giggled.

Leyte only frowned. "It's easy for you because your abilities revolve around healing. But mine is very...peculiar." His frown deepened. "Little girl, thank you for tagging along but I think I can now manage, no more explanation is needed. I'll work on my own from now on."

The girl pouted but acknowledged his wishes. Faster than Lucy's car which was speeding away in the street was the girl, Hana, who suddenly disappeared from the side of the young man standing by the sidewalk. 

"I just arrived yesterday and I already have to work." While shaking his head, Leyte started heading toward the apartment of the cursed man. 

Around him, a mysterious aura surged out and the surroundings seemingly changed because of it. He looked up and convinced himself, "I am already a deity, I should be successful at this."

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