Y/N Kayama is the daughter of the R-rated hero Midnight and is also a little finding a caregiver/Daddy. Bakugo is also looking for a Little, lucky him he finds Y/n coloring in a coloring book with a paci on his first day in UA class 1-A.

After years of tears and joy, I finally can finally say all was worth it. Even though, blind, I can restart my life again. 

Being the CEO of ATECH had its ups and downs but our group managed to work together and rebuild the company once again. We became a wellknown Criminal Investigation Company. 

With all of our employees and special trained elite, we go on missions that normal police wouldn't. 

All thanks to my beautiful wife, Crystal, and her endless support that I am here today. We've been through a lot together. We have four beautiful children.

(8 Years ago)

This year, winter was colder than usual. The company was not too busy. I was in the meeting with my team that afternoon.

"David, James. Today, you guys can leave early when you drop me off. You should take a break. Crystal and I will be fine." They nodded as they get ready.

"Daniel, you got a call." David handed the phone to Daniel.

"Daniel, we are sorry to announce. Due to your chronic blindness and optic nerve damage, the surgery will be very difficult. Your vision won't come back normal even after surgery." The doctor told him.

"I understand. I will let my wife know." Daniel gave the phone back to David.

As they head back, Daniel stayed silent. 

"Crystal, It's David. We are back." Crystal thanked them and carefully led the wheelchair inside. 

"Thank you so much, David and James. It's pretty cold outside. Have some hot chocolates before you go." Crystal smiled.

"It's fine, Crystal. We'll head back now. Daniel said we can leave early for Christmas." They smiled and waved goodbye.

"Daddy! I drew a picture for you!" Isabelle's bright eyes shined as she showed the picture to Daniel.

"This is our family." As she described the picture to Daniel.

"Daddy! It's Christmas! Look at the snow outside. It's so white and fluffy." Rose smiled happily. 

Rose and Isabelle knew about their dad's condition but did not know how to express it well.

"Thank you. Isabelle and Rose, I really wish I can see you two growing up." As they get ready for their Christmas dinner, Starlight tiptoed out and signalled Crystal as she wanted to give Daniel a surprise hug.

"Daddy, I missed you. Welcome back. Were you cold?" Starlight hugged Daniel with all of her strength.

Daniel smiled and hugged Starlight back.

"I missed you, Starlight. Daddy misses you so much!" Daniel hugged Starlight really tightly. 

As they finished up with their Christmas dinner, the twins went back to the bedroom to play. Starlight was having fun drawing and coloring in the same room. 

When night came, Crystal tucked the kids to bed and said goodnight to them. Finally they slept, it's been a long for Crystal.
(Few hours later)
"Crystal, you smell so nice tonight." As we lay in bed together. 

"Did the doctor say anything?" Crystal asked.

"The doctor called and said the surgery will be difficult since it's been chronic. My eyesight might
 not return to normal." Crystal touched Daniel's face gently and kissed him. 
"We tried our best. It's okay. I'm here for you. You don't need to do the surgery since it's not a hundred percent guaranteed." David nodded and gently felt Crystal's hand on his face.
"Thank you Crystal for always being by my side. All these years, it was you who helped me. I will always love you. I fell in love with you because of your personality." They laughed a bit and then Daniel's tone became more serious. 
"Crystal, the kids really grown so well. Even though I still cannot see, I will trust my family to help me. Crystal, thank you for building a warm family for me." Crystal smiled and kissed his hand. 
"Anytime, honey." Crystal grinned.
"Sweetie, I love you so much." Daniel felt her face and her naked body. Even though he felt it so many times, he still cannot resist it.
"Sweetie, you are mine. Mine only." As Daniel found her lips by feeling, he kissed her.
"Baby, wait a second." As Crystal adjusted her body,  everything felt spectacular. 
"Daniel, yes. Go deeper. Aahh...ahh...ah.. yes." As they went deeper and faster, it felt better than before. 

"Daniel. I forgot to tell you. I am with your child again. I am 2 months pregnant." Crystal led Daniel's hand to her lower belly.

Daniel started to smile and felt her lower abdomen.
"Sweetie, I love you so much." David started to kiss her again.
Crystal, you are forever mine.

From a young age, he was being bullied by his peers because his parents died and he had a ugly scar on his left eye.

They did not know the young boy hides a tragic past. The past where his memories were being suppressed. 

By chance, he met a little girl on the same fateful night when his parents died. But he only knew her name.

After several years...fate has found its way back.

Daniel Chen became a well-known business CEO blessed with a handsome face with a smart brain; but his only weakness is that he has a cold and ruthless personality. He hides his tragic past by always wearing a sunglasses and he is known as the Blind CEO.

When he met Xiao Yu/Crystal as his private assistant, little did he know she is the young girl he's been looking for all along. With her bright, funny, and badass personality, can Xiao Yu/Crystal find a way to heal Daniel's (Xiao Chen)trauma? And helping him to love again? 

Will Daniel have a second chance at love and gaining new friendships? 

Full of twist and turns, ups and downs...

Hope all of the readers enjoy~

Hope you love all of the characters. I really do enjoy writing them.

From the Author ☺

Sebastian was just lying down in a bed he asked for, it was just a simple bed nothing fancy about it, "Hey book... Are you sure you told me the correct way to level my skills?"

"Yes, I am sure," The book says without paying much attention

"So every time I hit it gains experience," Sebastian says slightly squinting

"Ye..." The book pauses before it finishes

"You Bastard, I knew it" Sebastian jumps out of bed, "You don't have to be in a fight, do you!? I knew it didn't make any sense!"

"Tch, fine, you are right, it has to hit if its an attack but it has to be a living being and for heals, you have to heal wounds..."

"Aha, and buffs?" Sebastian says smiling

"..." The book stays silent

"So do tell me why you decided to lie to me?" Sebastian asks as he puts a lollipop in his mouth that he asked for not too long ago.

"Tch, it's more entertaining if you struggle"

"Can you remove the buff on me?" Sebastian says without changing his expression.

*sigh* "Fine..." Soon Sebastian felt as if he became much weaker then he was, though he was only back to his original strength just with the +1 to all stats however much that is.

Sebastian got out of bed, cast Power Buff on himself and started doing push-ups, the book just floated there silently as the child behind it sighed out and lied down on his bed though this time his sweater and shorts had a black and white checkerboard pattern "Goddammit I knew this was going to happen"

Sally once again came to the door but she also changed the color of her clothes that was red to black. "Did you lie so he doesn't try to level his skills and did you have to change the coloring again?"

"Of course my beloved daughter! Red and white got boring I like this more."

"Fine... Answer my first question"

"Hmm? What question?"

"Do I need to ask mom to come?" Sally looks at him squinting.

"Y-yes I lied, but come on! It's way more fun this way! Also wouldn't he grow more the weaker he is??" the child sits back up to try and justify himself.

"Do I have to remind you of our 3rd attempt? And isn't it already hard enough" Sally smiles as her brows furrow.

"N-no" The "child" looks away feeling guilty.

"Good, this is your only job at least do it well"

"B-but I protect the family in case another god attacks! Doesn't that count!" The "child" yells out in protest.

"Aha, and when was the last time that happened?" Sally glares at his eyes. 

"O-over two thousand years ago..." The child slumps back down.

"Haa, just make sure that you don't screw up," Sally says as she leaves the room.

~Back to Sebastian~

"Sevente~en, E-eighteen!" Sebastian pushes himself back up as he falls back down on the floor exhausted. 'last time I did push up I could only do twelve the buff and the added point to all stats are really helpful, it probably not only raised my strength but also stamina or endurance if you would.'

"Ahh, the buff just ran out, let's see if this works..." Sebastian tried to muffle his voice as he said Cure Wounds.

Suddenly he felt the pain in his arms disappear though he was still out of breath "Hey book I want all the equipment that you would usually see in a gym"

"Might as well it will speed you up, the less I wait for you to leave the better." The book says as it summons all the equipment with texts of what each of them does and how to use them correctly.

"Hehe that good, thank you," Sebastian says with a chuckle "Whatever just keep it short"

Sebastian began training as much as he could using the buff skill, as soon as he couldn't move his muscles hard enough he would cast cure wounds and continue currently he can cast Power Buff three times then he had to wait four minutes to cast it again and he could cast.

He also tried to get a count on how many times he could cast Cure wounds but it was harder since he had to be "injured" to cast it, so this was his results.

Qi: 11 MP: 11

Power Buff cost: 4 Qi, Cure Wounds Cost: 3 Mana

Also whenever he cast Power Buff a small amount of white steam or smoke would leave his body making him look like he was a certain main character in a shounen anime though without the heat, red skin, and way less steam.

After arduous training for god knows how long Sebastian had changed his once skinny body into a quite muscly one he even had the book give him a good diet and he may or may not have thrown up a few times just don't look at a certain corner.

After he puked up the first time the book was nice enough to make a training regime for him that utilized his skills the best it could at each level and worked out every muscle which allowed him to successfully get to this point where he could do over two hundred push-ups in one set.

Of course, he used the buff skill during it but it still was a damn two hundred push-ups compared to his past eighteen, after the book gave him the training manual it wouldn't respond at all and just summoned things he asked for but it was still checking what it was so he couldn't cheat it.

And when he said every muscle he meant everything from the neck and bellow he could probably break a goblins neck with his grip without the double strength buff.

What Sebastian didn't know was that right now the one who oversaw his inheritance was currently playing chess with an old man that had a long gray beard as well as long messy hair he wore a simple brown robe, the old man was clearly sweating and nervous as he was losing the match.

"Hehe old man, just give up you are losing this bet!" The child said all jolly as he stretched his limbs "Remember now you have to let little Riu marry little Tia,"

"Damn you! You and your mind games!" The old man gets up furious. "Fine, the brats can marry!"

"Haha! I knew you would refresh your mind after a game after all the children have even tried to run away together! Hahaha! Can't you let them be together since they love each other so much?" The child laughed as it talked to the old man that turned around to leave.

"Bahh! Whatever!" The old man storms out furiously.

"Hehe, oh my how much time has passed? What is the story... inheritor up to currently" The child's eyes glow slightly as he closes them,

"Ughh, a bit much isn't it? Well, since he didn't read the test no one will mind if I quietly raise the difficulty, hehe," The child says with a sly look as it pulls the scarf over his mouth.

Sebastian was getting out of a bath as he dried up and summoned a new pair of clothing and put them on impressed with his newly built body though he couldn't really tell he felt like he might have even grown a centimeter or two.

His muscles were quite defined as he flexed in front of a mirror he had to say he was quite handsome, though what surprised him was the fact that he had an eight pack, he had quite a nice new body.

And the important part he waited for the maxed out skills.

[Level 5/5 Power Buff- Physical stats +10%, Duration 1 minute {Trash Tier}]

[Level 10/10 Cure Wounds- Heal for 30 hp {Basic Tier}]

"Well, I think its time now," Sebastian went to the doors to read the quests, the book interrupts him "Just so you know going from left to right the strength of the monster will rise,"

"... Didn't you say they are all the same difficulty??" Sebastian's head zipped towards the book.

"I did but what I meant is the amount and level of the enemy, after all not every species is born equal."

Sighing Sebastian goes straight to the furthest door to the right not bothering with the others.

[Hunt and kill 3 Elemental Crawlers level 5-8] [Extreamly Hard] [Reward: +2 to all stats, one random Intermediate skill, one basic defense or buff skill, one basic utility or attack skill] [Area: Crystal Cavern]

Sebastian's eye twitched as he looked at the sign "Oi, didn't you say there were only four difficulties?? Wasn't it Very Hard last time?"

"It's just to show that it's going to be harder than the others"

"Aha, and what is a crawler? Also since the area is a cavern will I be needing a torch or something?" Sebastian asked again.

"It's basically a big lizard and no you won't need light because the crystals that grow inside the cavern make it as bright as day"

"Alright, then I shouldn't waste any more time let's go" Sebastian swings open the door as he walks in quickly kinda excited.

*cough* *cough* -Quick author insert-

The cover was done by the great and amazing Turtleboii, if you are into romance/comedy do check her novel out {Love For Hire} now onto the synopsis

There were a dozen figures kneeled in front of a golden throne. Their faces were all hidden inside hoods that were attached to beautiful robes made of purple silk.

The man who knelt closest to the throne rose his head slightly, as his deep voice echoed throughout the room.

"Father, it is time. Everything is ready."

"Good. Now, send the announcer, and start the system." A voice that could only be described as archaic replied to the man. 

"Let us see who will be the victor; let the entertainment begin!"

In the middle of the room, a condensed ball of magic that started as small as a speck grew large in no time.

After a brief flash of blinding light, an exquisite tome appeared. It floated upward and opened itself to a blank page. As if right on cue, a flying pen came rushing to its side and placed itself above the hovering book. 

It wrote:

'One must be able to laugh at death to become immortal.'

The scritches finally came to a stop. The pen moved towards a corner of a book and scribbled a name down.

Golden lights enveloped both items and disappeared thereafter.

At the time, there was a young man who laid atop a hill. He was sleeping peacefully until blinding light shone on his face and jolted him awake from his slumber

 
∼ Day 45 ∼
 
‹ Micheal ›
 
Feeling the rough sandstone beneath my skin-like carapace, I slowly scrubbed down the blood staining my body with a wet cloth rag. As I moved the cloth up and down my body, I felt all the small and large scars covering it, a testament to all the life and death battle's my body had gone through. When I reached the scarred stump of my left arm, I couldn't help but feel a sense of grim despondency at the seemingly hopeless peril I've found myself in.
 
It was to my great surprise that after the Mauling I hadn't actually died. While I was sure I was facing death the moment the reaver skewered me through and through, I had been quite wrong in an assumption of mine; embarrassingly so. What I hadn't taken into account was the fact that I was no longer human. That evidently meant that my organs weren't necessarily placed exactly mirrored to that of human biology.
 
Instead, my heart was actually more centered a lower than that of a normal human, which meant that the reaver's blade had missed my heart by only a hair's breadth. When I woke up after the encounter, I found myself being tended by some insane orc doctor that seemed to almost want to dissect me rather than tend to my wounds. If not for a few guards standing watch while I was getting tended to, I would've most likely been cut and split open to satisfy that manic orc's curiosity.
 
While I was beyond happy I hadn't met my end in this shithole, it had only gone downhill from there. What I had thought to be some grand event only held occasionally, was actually only the prelude to something much greater. Days of carnage and pain had followed, and the days and nights were starting to blend together. It had taken its toll.
 
It wasn't just the constants fights, as I also had visits by a particularly sadistic gremlin every now and then. The Mistress and guards seemed indifferent to Jeerbal torturing me, so I could only take the pain and hope my mind held together. The only reason why I hadn't succumbed to insanity or become a husk of my former self was my trait, A Conqueror's Will.
 
It was the only barrier that kept me from fully spiraling into madness, but that's not to say that I was completely unaffected. My bloodthirst had grown somewhat uncountable recently. I had trouble even restraining myself from assaulting the guards and had already dismembered a hobgoblin maid that had brought me food by accident, just after I had finished an intense and close life and death match.
 
Whenever I saw another living being, it was like a burning fire became lit deep inside my chest, screaming for me to tear open their throats and drink the gushing spurts of blood that would inevitably follow. I knew that before I even was captured I already had a certain bloodlust, a love for battle and carnage, but it was also completely under my control.
 
It wasn't simply because I liked killing, it was due to the addictive feeling of not only possessing power but also the sense of victory and success that always followed an intense battle. Now that feeling had vanished from my battles in the Arena, simply leaving an uncontrollable bloodthirst. I wasn't sure if it would even be possible for me to recover if I ever managed to get out of this hell hole alive...
 
I had begun to worry that soon I might have reached the point of no return and would turn into something like Morgath, as I somewhat expected for him to have undergone the same circumstances as I. While I wasn't sure about his mental state as I haven't even seen his face, I knew he definitely wasn't all there, simply acting and moving like a puppet on strings or some kind of subservient zombie.
 
I was definitely still hanging in there, not wanting to succumb, but the days of battle and torture could definitely be seen reflected whenever I fought. Now when I entered those fighting grounds I would become like an indifferent and bloodthirsty drone, mindlessly fighting for some aloof queen, my only desire staying alive and slaughtering my opponents.
 
It's been more than twenty days since I've been enslaved to the Mistress. I haven't seen her ever since the first time, but that hadn't stopped her from continuously throwing me into this godforsaken arena to fight her fights. But these fights weren't just for entertainment as I had originally guessed. Apparently, infighting between the warlords and other figures of authority in this city for things like more power and land was strictly forbidden. The only way to ascend and showcase their respective powers being through their servants.
 
We were truly only fodder, as each opponent after the mauling seemed to get stronger and more ferocious. The Mauling had only been a warm-up, a preamble for the real tournament. The fodder, meaning me and the other's who had fought in the Mauling, was simply some slaves the warlords off-handly presented for a sort of opening ceremony for the real fights.
 
But now and then you would be lucky enough the see a gem in the rough, or a hidden star amongst the usually pathetically weak fodder. They would be presented the opportunity to fight with the real line-up of the warlords. These were a lot stronger, and I was baffled that I had almost met my end once again already just the next fight after the Mauling.
 
Each warlord had ten warriors they would pit against each other in life and death battles in the Arena. Unfortunately, the Mistress had already selected ten warriors, and with me now the 11th, I had to choose one and challenge their seat... or die. It was this fight I had almost died in once again. 
 
I had underestimated the beastkin, a female wielding two daggers who could move at insane speeds even greater than my own, except for when I used Blink. It had been a heated battle, and I could only curse the Mistress since if I had my magic available the fight would've been over almost instantly.
 
But there was actually a reason for her locking down my magic other than to keep me in line as a slave. It was because the Arena didn't allow for the use of magic, as it's usually seen down upon in ritual duels as the ones performed in the Arena by greenskin culture. Luckily I barely managed to take down the beastkin by landing a grazing slash infused with Paralyze.
 
Due to her build leaning towards primarily agility and dexterity, the little amount of paralytic compound that entered from the small wound I had caused was more than enough to slow her down considerably. After that, it had simply become a trivial matter of cutting down my enemy, and so I took my spot as the 10th seat of the Mistress.
 
These line-ups of ten individual warriors from eight houses of warlords would be pitted together in a struggle for life and death. But this wasn't the only thing they were fighting for, as these battles are yet another prelude to something even grander. The Champions. Over the years and decades, the warlords of Maldrak had been collecting champions. Spearheads of their authority.
 
These champions were the true extension of their proverbial hands over the city; their power. Fights between the champions were what truly were the gems of the Arena. Each warlord could have at most three champions, the strongest warriors under their influence. The Mauling and the tournament of life and death was to find the strongest of the ten chosen warriors and give them the chance to earn the title of Champion.
 
If the strongest warrior of the ten line-ups of a warlord who already had three champions, then that warrior would need to challenge one of the three seats... or die refusing to fight. All the warlords of Maldrak actually already had three champions each, except for the Mistress. I had found out that the Mistress was actually a new warlord, taken the position of the previous warlord with trial by combat. As she was a relatively new addition, she only had two champions, who I've already met. Felendren and Morgath.
 
But even though she was the warlord with a deficit compared to the others, she was actually the one who wielded the most power in the city. This was due to the oddity of her two champions. Both her champions wielded power beyond their ranks and levels, most likely because of the Mistress' tampering of their bodies.
 
Magic was forbidden in the Arena, but she had somehow circumvented that, causing a lot of discord and dissent amongst the populous. But seeing as she didn't actually break the ancient rules of duels, they could only keep their discontent to themselves. There were even rumors of her not even being a greenskin, which caused me to sigh in despondence from what I actually knew her to be.
 
But all the intricacies of Maldrak and greenskins was the least of my worries, as I pulled up my status with a mixture of contemplation, excitement, and worry coloring my face.
 
Time was running out...

Micheal is a young guy in his late teens who just graduated from high school and now he honestly does not know what to do with himself. Sitting in his chair just relaxing and browsing the shit-show that was the internet, doing random stuff, he suddenly becomes oddly weary. The next moment he's fuck-knows-where and everything seems rather.... odd?

He was rather confident in himself, that he usually didn't have a 360-degree field of vision, and that everything wasn't always so... gigantic. Something was really off... As if to confirm his thoughts, the very next second a series of prompts invaded his sight followed by a rather soothing voice.

[Soul restoration - Completed!]

[Welcome to Eve]

[Status...... Species: Glade Mosquito.....]

Slowly taking in everything laid out before him, Micheal responded with the most intelligent and sagely response possible.

"Huh......."

As such Micheal's unending search for power, adventure, and family begins.

WARNING:
This story features a protagonist with unconventional views and morals. In a world where only strength rules, concepts of good and evil become blurred as they fade to inutility. If you are looking for a goody-two-shoes, upholder of justice, and who goes around unconditionally saving any and all people in distress, this story is most likely not your cup of tea.

It can also get pretty dark and sensual at times, you have been warned.

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When they got close enough, their mother beamed at them all and gave them a quick hug
"Oh, my babies are all grown up!!"
"Mum!!!"
All three of them squirmed in their mother's hold and tried to get out of the hug. They didn't want their friends seeing them like this.
Once they finally managed to get free, Zero was led over to an open field in front of the house. There was a giant orb that was made of glass placed in the middle of the field.
Inside the orb, various colors swirled and mixed together, they all formed a beautiful image that would make anyone gasp in awe.
Zahir knelt beside zero once he got close to the orb and said:
"Okay Zero, I want you to listen to me. You don't have to stress much over all this because I will be proud of you no matter what happens. Just do your best, okay"
Zero nodded to his dad and moved forwards alone towards the orb.
The orb was known as the Selector. It had the uncanny ability to detect innate magic within children and bring out what branch of magecraft they were most in tune with.
There were six forms of magic that the orb would recognize, they were
Fire magic; which the orb would recognize by bringing forth a red color. This magic was known to be the best for offensive spells.
Water magic; which the orb would recognize with a blue coloring. This magic was known for being the best for healing spells.
Earth magic; which the orb would recognize by showing a brown coloring. This magic was known for being the best for defensive spells.
Wind magic; which the orb would recognize with green coloring. It was known for being the best for rebuff spells
Light magic; which the orb would recognize with a yellow coloring. It was known to be the best for negation spells.
Dark magic; this would be recognized with a black coloring. But there wasn't much known about it, because only one person had ever gotten it before and he had disappeared a long time ago.
Zero hoped he would get something grand like fire magic, or even light magic. It had been his dream to find out his affinity forever.
While on the road during his former trios he never got a chance to find his affinity, he simply tried his hand at everything he could and tweaked them to suit him better.
His cultivation and sharp mind had allowed him to never bother about whether or not he was using a spell correctly. All spells just seemed to work for him...
He was just grateful he had sealed his soul before this test. 
[You're sure you should do this Zero? I still don't think this is a good idea at all]
Bezel had been against Zero performing the test from the very first told him about it.
He didn't know what sort of reaction the orb would have towards someone with such... Special circumstances.
'You don't have to worry about that bezel. I'm sure everything will be fine. I mean, what could go wrong?'
[Famous last words], Bezel muttered
Zero ignored his cheeky hanger-on and walked straight up to the orb. He placed his hand on it and channeled a small portion of his soul power into it.
The orb was able to tell the affinity of a person by absorbing thirty percent of their soul power. It was generally known that children don't have much soul power.
Children at most have 500 units of soul power, and the orb was calibrated with the thought in mind that the amount of soul power it would be absorbing would not exceed 200 units.
And that, was where the orb's crafters fucked up.
KAABBOOOOMMM!!
The orb which had been calibrated only to absorb 200 units of soul power from an untrained child was incapable of withstanding the sheer force of Zero's soul power - which, even when sealed, still possessed the full weight of a top cultivation expert.
What greeted all the guests there was the explosion of a three-thousand-year-old relic in the hands of a child.
Every single person there was stuck with mouths agape and shock written all over their faces trying to comprehend what exactly was going on.
[Wow. I wonder who could have predicted such a turn of events] 
The smug voice of bezel rang through Zero's head.
'Not now Bezel!' Zero screamed internally.
He listened to the crowd murmur about what just happened
"Has this ever happened before?" someone asked
"Of course not. That globe was made by some of the kingdoms best mage crafters!!" another person exclaimed.
"But isn't he too strong?"
"Or perhaps the globe is broken?"
These were some of the words that were reaching zero. 
He turned to his parents and saw they were just as shocked as everyone else. Well, at least his mother was shocked - his father meanwhile.
"Oh my goodness! That's my boy!!!"
"!"
Everyone was surprised by Zahir's sudden shout, but he paid them no mind, he  ran up to Zero and carried him above his head
"That was amazing! Did you see that honey!? The globe couldn't even read him!!"
Zahir turned to his wife with an expectant look, which made her snap out of her shock and move towards the pair along with her other two sons.
She could gawk about the damage done to such a relic later. Her son needed her right now.
"Of course honey," Lucy said as she smiled to Zero, "I couldn't believe it myself"
"Yeah Zero!! Don't feel bad about breaking the -- Ow!!"
Hiro held the back of his head in pain and Loki brought his hand back while smiling at Zero
"Shut up you moron" Loki whispered to Hiro.
Zero simply stared as his family tried their hardest to cheer him up from what they saw as a simple mistake.
He knew this was no mistake, it was all due to his stubbornness and inability to listen to advice. If only he had listened when Bezel told him what could happen with his soul power, this would have never happened.
'But why in the world would something like this even happen! I sealed my soul for this very reason!!'
Zero was livid at himself, both for not listening to advice and for not properly comparing his soul power to those of lesser beings.
He had transcended the realms of gods in his last life, so he should have accounted for that as well, and not just the fact that he was older than he is now.
'I just know this is going to bite me in the ass somehow' 
zero thought with a depressed cloud above his head.
"Amazing"
Someone spoke from within the crowd, and his voice was enough to make everyone there keep quiet and listen to him.

I had travelled through the five mountains and continents, gaining power at every turn and defeating opponent's who would dare to challenge me

All so I would never have to look back, all so I would never experience that pain again. But some stupid deity saw it as fit to place me in such a situation again!?

Well I don't care, because I'll make sure I change it all for my own selfish reasons. Watch out, I'm coming through!!

......

This book has a regular posting interval - 1 per weekday and two on the weekends

The pacing is quite slow at the beginning, so if you do not like such a thing then don't even bother going through with it. But if you do follow through, I'm sure you'll love it.

Leave a comment or review of your thoughts

~D_RegalInsomniac

we are introduced to the narrator, a pilot, and his ideas about grown-ups
Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.
In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."
I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked like this:
I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of the boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:
The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.
In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.
Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:
"That is a hat."
Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

The protagonist of this book is a little prince from an alien planet. The book uses a pilot as the storyteller, telling the various adventures that the little prince went through when he set off from his planet to the earth. With a childlike vision of the little prince, the author sees through the emptiness, blindness, foolishness and rigid dogma of adults, and writes the loneliness and loneliness of mankind and the destiny of wandering with the wind without foundation in simple and naive language.

Savy was sitting on my bed when I got out of the shower. She was flipping through my diary.
"Grrr..." 
She closed the book and plopped it back on top of my pillow. But her expression held zero apology.
"That's my diary!" I grabbed it and stuffed it under my pillow. Great, now she'll know where to look. I'll have to find another place to keep it. 
"I didn't read anything...much." Savy was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"What did you read?" I growled at her.
"Just a lot of spelling and grammatical errors." Savy cackled.
Was she laughing at me? Grrr... I threw my towel at her face. She pulled it off and I could see how it hadn't wiped off her smirk one bit.
Yes, please allow me to introduce my little sister Savy, again.
She was a year younger than me and had been my best friend since the day she was born.
Savy was also my number one partner in crime. But for some reason, even though we both got into trouble together, I always took the rep for it.
For coloring in some of the hand painted replica books in my dad's study?
For sneaking out at night to catch fireflies and being caught by the patrol warriors?
For flooding the entire second floor balcony one summer to build a swimming pool?
For flooding the same second floor balcony one winter to build an ice rink?
For secretly saving up our allowance for two guinea pigs to secretly raise in our shared wardrobe?
I was never alone. She always doubled my fun. But whenever we got caught, my dad would bellow "SAMANTHA!" Never "Savannah". Because although I was a only a year older, my dad thinks I should've known better.
And because I also got in trouble when I was with Dean uncountable times too...
For trying to catch fish in the river and coming home drenched.
For eating all the pineapples at a pack party on a dare.
For putting blusher on Dean till his face looked like a red tomato.
For spraying whipped cream in Flynn and Hank's shoes.
You get the idea.
Meanwhile Savy's personal record was sparkling clean. She only got in trouble at home (with me).
Also, I suspect it's because Savy looked like a beautiful princess doll. Soft light brown hair that curled naturally at the ends, fair skin, and an angelic smile complete with rosebud lips and dimples.
What kind of man would yell at a tiny little girl angel?
The tiny little girl angel on my bed, that everyone used to call "the little Sam". I put my Lycan notes and shopping list into my favorite denim sling bag.
"So, what's up?" I asked her. I don't usually see Savy till I reach the breakfast table.
I find my wallet, make sure there was money in it, and stuck that into my bag too.
"I think I had a prophetic dream last night."
I paused, more like froze. OMG what if the goddess had once again messed up, and last night's dream was Savy's? And for some reason I messed it up for her and the bloody golden eyes was actually supposed to be her mate?
"It might not have been!" Savy tried to backtrack, "I mean, I'm not even 15 yet!"
"Well, I think," I tried to choose my words carefully, "if you suspect it is a prophetic dream, you should write it down. Some people get dreams as early as a year before they shift. That's normal too, but you'd want to be able to remember it when you shift since it's probably something important."
Wow, I'm good. I wish I had good advice for myself like that.
Savy nodded, "Yeah, you're right Sam. Thanks. I'll write it down somewhere."
"What did you dream?" I asked her, trying to sound casual. Please don't let it have golden eyes or blood, I mean mud.
"I was running in a forest." Savy told me.
I nodded. Haven't we all? But I kept my sarcastic comments to myself and asked instead, "Were you a wolf or human?"
Savy's eyes widened, "Oh, but I was human. It would have been nice to see my wolf."
Yeah. That's what I thought too.
"I ran till I reached a dark lake. I saw the reflection of the moon in it. And then I turned around when I heard footsteps. I thought it was you."
"Wait WHA-?"
Savy laughed a bit nervously, "I didn't know it was a prophetic dream then. I thought it was just a normal dream."
"Oh, okay. So you normally dream of me?" I teased.
Savy huffed, "Anyway, I turned around and it was a boy."
"Okay, but what were you expecting? A merman?"
Savy huffed again, "I'm not stupid."
Hahaha, yeah, I'm the only stupid who had actually considered that a possibility.
"But Sam..." Every time Savy says "but Sam", it meant there was a problem.
"I think..." Savy seemed to find it hard to say the words aloud, "I think he was just a human."
Oh. My mouth formed soundlessly.
"It might have been just a random dream." Savy reminded us quickly.
"Yeah." I said. A human. Savy got a wildcard.
"Was he good looking?" I'm sorry, it just came out from my mouth.
"Saaaam!!!" Savy protested loudly, and then almost in a whisper, "Yeah."
I raised my brow. "Okay." I decided, "You can keep him if you like. But if he makes you cry, I will squish him into a ball and kick him out myself."
"I've never met a human boy before... I heard they were weak." Savy admitted.
I, on the other hand, sometimes felt I've met enough of them for a lifetime. They were weak... They're stupid too. But I didn't say it out loud.
"Do you think I should continue warrior training after I shift... You know, in case I need to protect him." Savy mumbled.
Wow, for a just a random (and not prophetic) dream, Savy seemed to be giving it long term consideration.
"Do what you want." I told her. It's not like dad would say no to her either, "But I'm strong enough to protect the both of you, so as long as you still think he's good looking, I'll protect your mate too."
Savy cackled softly at that, "Thanks Sam."
"And Sam?" Savy asked just as we were leaving the room, "Don't tell anyone okay? Especially not about him being human."
I shrugged, "Yeah okay, but maybe you might want to tell mum, so she knows to expect your shift sooner."
"It might be just a random dream." Savy repeated.
I nodded, "Yeah."
And we went downstairs for breakfast. Savy seemed her usual self, helping mum set the breakfast table and making the toast. I sat down and let Savy help me peel the eggshells off my hard boiled eggs. She liked doing it, so I just let her.
Mum was busy putting breakfast on the table. Dad was drinking his coffee, reaching out to touch mum every time she came near... He's in a good mood.
"I'll be home with your mum today." Dad announced, explaining his good mood.
Savy and I exchanged looks, and I gave dad a cheeky grin, "Noted. Savy and I won't come home till dinner."
"Sam!" My mum looked slightly mortified.
Savy was cackling.
"What?" I gave my mum the most innocent look I can muster.
"Ah," my mum looked embarrassed, "you girls can come home whenever you like."
"Just make sure you text first." Dad growled. He passed us the extra mobile phone.
Yay phone!You'd think I'll get my own phone by now, since I'm practically a teenager, the alpha's daughter, and have to go to school away from pack lands, but no...
Dad said that we get phones only after we shift because it's a lot of responsibility and he didn't want his daughters to be glued to a screen all day.
I don't know anyone my age who personally agreed with my dad on this, but he's the Alpha. And I don't know anyone who would want to argue otherwise. Not to his face anyway. 
Well, besides me. Actually, Dad's minimum phone ownership age was 18! You won't believe how long I negotiated before it dropped down to what it is today. 
But because sometimes it was more convenient, we had an extra phone that Savy or I could use when we did need it. Like today, because while my dad won't care that we catch them ah, being loving to each other, my mum's really shy about it. 
So thanks to my mum, Savy and I were never exposed to the more mortifying scenarios that our pack friends had the misfortune of witnessing in their own homes. 
Anyway, we left to the pack house for our Saturday Lycan Study Groups. There were classes for all school going pups every Saturday morning. It taught us Lycan history, geography, ancient script, customs, magic, mates, etc. 
Its fun. Unlike school, I actually enjoyed Lycan Studies. The teachers didn't yell, my friends were all there. And the pack house dining hall provided a nice buffet breakfast and lunch all for free. Well, there was a buffet at every meal for pack members who wanted some, but on Saturdays, I guess because most of the kids ate there, the menu was more "youth oriented". 
I had to give Gamma Harry props for this. He had insisted, really. So that the pups would come early for lessons and would stay after lessons for the good food and build strong bonds within the pack. That was the grown up reason.
And it worked just as the grown ups had hoped. Not that any kid in his right mind, or werewolf appetite would complain. 
Savy and I came early every Saturday, and even though we just had breakfast, we went for a second breakfast of chocolate muffins and banana milk. 
Even Dean was early on Saturdays, but I know it's only because his dad drove the family over. Dean's mum, Florence taught dance on Saturday morning at the pack house studio. So his dad would send her, and his three kids over to the pack house... On time. 
Heh, I didn't realize how happy I was to see my pack friends till we walked over to our usual table where they had left our usual seats opened for us. 
Yeah, it's good to be back with my pack.

Big-hearted and witty, Samantha Kingsley is the Alpha's daughter who grew up learning to meet everyone's expectations. But Samantha isn't a pup anymore, she's in high school now, and is just about to discover that her life is written by her choices. Not by dreams, or prophecies, or even the moon goddess. This girl is going to protect the happiness of her pack and everyone she loves.

Read her diary here.
Updated every night.

Volume Synopsis
VOL 1
It's the first week of school. Despite my failed attempt to make a friend, I somehow ended up surrounded by a handful of wolf classmates, got accepted by the human "cool" girls, and became a vampire's guard dog? 


VOL 2
I think I'm just starting to get the hang of school. From navigating school halls, new friends, vampires, and school clubs... 
Back home it should have been the usual drill, but things started shifting. And I urm...might have been messing around where I shouldn't.


VOL 3
I had to miss a couple of school days this week due to my ah, long term bout of "anemia". It's been pretty intense at home. My alpha position was challenged, rogues burnt down our home, I rescued my first fight dog, discovered the Lorent's secret oracle, almost rescued my mate...and accidentally stumbled into my Alpha Dad's secret.


VOL 4
My worlds collide as some members from my pack come to my school to sell concert tickets. And when Grandpa Alpha shocked us all by dying, my dad's family comes together to pay their last respects at the Night Forest Pack. 


VOL 5
It's February and the Vampire Queen is celebrating her birthday. Would Rebel's plan to escape work out? Meanwhile, I'm stuck in school dealing with high school drama, an evolving wolf, and a new human sister. In the Red Packlands, war nearly breaks out. (This might have been a very little bit my fault.)

VOL 6
It's the week of Valentine's Day, but I've got a highschool play, Lorent drama, Vampire slaying training, and an underground army to deal with first. And then warlock weather threw an extended snowstorm at us. The whole of Green Packlands goes into lockdown - but what about Valentine's Day?

VOL 7
Exams are a week away, and it feels like my time at Winderhill is really coming to a close. I'm trying to be a good student, but there are paparazzi camped outside my school, I ran with rogues (I'm shocked too), Maria just had to enter her dark cycle in school...My life is too exciting to study for exams.

VOL 8
It's exam week, but I've got far greater problems brewing at home. The prophecies are merging. River's stone had unlocked warlock trouble, the rogue king has moved in, and then there's Uncle Louis' economical problems... one at a time. Just let me survive Code Black and figure out what's going on at Heller's first, and I'm sure everything else will work out somehow.

Ten miles away from Amaya's garden, Eric Williams tried to smile at his sister. 
"You can't leave," Tanya told him, slapping her hand on the table with more force than she'd probably intended.
Eric saw the people at the next table jump. The old man put his hand to his heart, and the waitress glared at Tanya and Eric over the top of her order pad.
"Dad's sick," Tanya said, and three other people turned in their direction at the sound of her declaration, "and Julien is graduating in six months. You can't miss that. And what about—"
"What about our third cousin's baby shower? What about your mother-in-law's great-uncle's baptism?" Eric said softly, hoping she would get the hint and lower her voice too. 
Tanya's jaw went tight, and Eric knew, as he had known twenty-five years ago when he took her coloring book and saw that expression for the first time, that she was going to hurt him. 
"I'm talking about your nephew and your father," she said.
"Dad's been sick for ten years," Eric said.
"So you just don't care anymore?"
"He told me to go. Mom did, too."
"Of course they did," she snapped. "They wouldn't want to hold you back from what you wanted to do with your life," she said, and Eric smiled at her, wondering if she would catch the irony.
"I am sorry to be missing Julien's graduation," Eric said. "But I promise that I will find the most awesome present in the world, and he won't care at all. He wants to travel doesn't he? He can come spend a few weeks with me this summer. I'll show him around Burundi."
Tanya's face went white. "You are not taking my son into a war zone. It's bad enough that you're abandoning the family and going off to get malaria and whatever else they've got in that country."
Eric pushed around the remnants of his club sandwich. He didn't want to tell Tanya that she was a self-centered bitch and that the reason she and her husband had been in therapy for ten years was that she had never figured out how to put another person above herself and that her preppy, two-faced son would be better off if his parents divorced and his father got custody. No, that wasn't true. He did want to tell her all that.
Eric took his wallet from his back pocket and laid a twenty on the table.
"What are you doing?" Tanya asked. 
"I have to get back to work," he said, and she gave a sniff that meant, you're giving up a real job that pays you in real money for a childish adventure that pays you in soup. "Thanks for letting me take you out to lunch."
"We are not finished discussing this," she said.
"I'll send you a postcard from Bujumbura."
"Eric, don't you dare leave before we've had a chance to talk this out."
"I'm still looking for someone to keep Ed Hermann for me. Do you have any friends who like cats?"
Tanya stared. This stare meant, I can't believe you're refusing to fight with me in public, even though you have not raised your voice since junior high and your voice probably can't reach that volume anymore. He leaned down and gave her a one-arm hug.
Eric turned off his cell phone as he left the restaurant. Tanya was queen of serial screaming voicemails, and he didn't have the energy to deal with her today.
He crossed the street from The Sandwich Hole and walked the five blocks back to the university in the boiling sun, stopping at a convenience store to pick up a dozen strawberry Fruit Roll-Ups. By the time he unlocked his office and dropped into his desk chair, he wanted nothing more than a cool shower and three tall glasses of water. Instead, he had an afternoon of classes with beginning Italian and French students who had grown up watching The Matrix and imagining that somewhere, someone was downloading entire lexicons into the brains of his students, while Dr. Williams made them sit in a class and learn it all the hard way.
He unwrapped a Fruit Roll-Up and let out a deep, noisy sigh, and jumped when a voice said, "That was a happy sound."
Speaking of The Matrix.
Trinity McStay leaned against the doorframe, smiling as though seeing him was her only goal in life. She strutted in without waiting for an invitation and fell onto his couch. 
Trinity was a student-turned-colleague who made the boys in her Intro to Linguistics classes break into a cold sweat every time she turned in their direction. Eric sympathized. He hadn't been sure that he would survive Advanced German with her sitting in the front row every day, eyes wide as he spouted Rilke. Then she'd graduated and gone to grad school on the east coast, and Eric felt like the universe finally decided to take it easy on him for once.
Six years later, she was back, her Ph.D work drawing to a close as she took on the classes that the tenured professors didn't want to touch. 
Tenure, he thought with a sigh. Oh, well.
"My mother says that every time you sigh, an angel slits her wrists," Trinity said.
"That's disturbing," Eric said. He looked down at his Fruit Roll-Up, briefly imagined himself shoving it into his mouth, turning his cheeks and lips and fingers into a sticky red mess. He shoved them into his desk. 
"You think so?" Trinity asked. She leaned her head back on the cushions so she was staring at the ceiling, her dark hair spilling over the edge in a shiny sheet of waves. "I always thought it was fascinating. As though we had power over the spiritual world instead of it having power over us. Aus unendlichen Sehnsüchten steigen / endliche Taten wie schwache Fontänen, / die sich zeitig und zitternd neigen. / Aber, die sich uns sonst verschweigen, / unsere fröhlichen kräfte… fröhlichen kräfte…."
"Zeigen sich in diesen tanzenden Tränen," he finished. Out of infinite longings…he couldn't see what that had to do with anything.
"Exactly. Burundi still on?"
"Yes," Eric said. Yes. He was going no matter what Tanya or Trinity or the dean or his nightmares told him. He'd wanted this since he was fifteen, and this was the time. He knew it. He was finished with school, single, debt-free, and ready to separate himself from the world of abstract academia. 
Nathan smiled at him from his photo on Eric's desk, nodding his approval.
"When do you leave?" Trinity asked.
Eric glanced at the calendar, even though the dates were fixed in his head as permanently as his own birthday. "School ends in three weeks. I leave in four."
"We should have dinner," she said.
"What?"
"Dinner. You know. With food. Tomorrow night? Eight o'clock? I'm thinking, that new little Indian place on Beatrice Street. Have you been there?"
Eric hadn't been there. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been anywhere with a woman who wasn't his sister. God, four weeks to go and Trinity asks him out. Except, he told himself, this was only food. She'd said it herself. Not a date. Friday night, eight o'clock, Indian food, not a date.
"Sounds great," he said. ���I'll pick you up."
"You don't have a car."
"Then you can pick me up."
Trinity grinned that worlds-revolve-around-you grin and left his office. 
Eric put his head on his cool desk and left it there so long that he had to run to class with his books pressed to his chest. 
As he stood in front of his students and yammered about verbs, he tried to shove out images of that grin and replace them with his travel plans. Soon, so soon, he would start a new life. 
It was only after one student in the front row finally caught his attention and asked him what he was talking about that he realized he was teaching French to his Italian class. They looked at him with concern, but he could only laugh.

Amaya has a secret, but she has it under control. Almost. Everything is fine. Everyone is safe. As long as no one touches her skin.

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