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.

Once the decision was made to leave quickly, it didn't take long, for them to gather everything up. Thanks to the system, he was able to absorb their entire farm. Marvin, Bart, and the other farmhands all agreed to come with them.

With their consent, he was able to absorb the entire surrounding area as well. Now that it was tucked away inside the space, it would remove any evidence, while allowing his parents and everyone to come along.

Popping up around the already existing farm inside his spatial world, they were quickly greeted by the citizens. His parents wouldn't be bored, they were recognized by the system, which gave them a lot of permissions.

His father saw men fishing, off to the side of a small stream. Kissing his wife, he grabbed some of his fishing equipment, eager to join them. Laughing playfully, she handed him the tackle box, when he came back a minute later.

Heading over to the restaurant, she saw that the menu was missing a few things. Putting on an apron, she headed into the pantry to gather some ingredients. The legendary 'home cooking' was about to be added to the menu.

Seeing the world for the first time, the farmhands and their families were impressed. This was an amazing place, clean and free of danger. Witnessing the farm, they saw how it sprouted its own crops while absorbing others.

Everyone could see, that not only was it a much better location, but they'd also have a lot more free time to relax and enjoy themselves. Naturally, people would work to increase the space, mixing a bit of the spatial earth and water each day.

Taking steps to ensure that everyone stayed happy and healthy, Zanir introduced a new building. Titled the 'Recreation Room', it was a building that had a single large room, sectioned off into a few different spaces.

The main section was the largest, there were a few tables, where people could eat together or relax and play games. He'd produced a few basic dice and cards, using the system to print out a few books, that detailed the various games you could play.

Off to one side, there a sectioned off area, where younger children could play. It was padded to ensure they couldn't hurt themselves. It was filled with a variety of bright and colorful toys, he'd hoped they would like them.

Using the system, he'd produced some wooden blocks with letters on them. They could be stacked and arranged. There were also various toy figurines carved out, varying from knights and mages to boats and carriages.

He'd also placed a few basic coloring books, using wax the system dyed as crayons. Making sure they were safe and non-toxic, he knew these would delight the children. Before moving on, he also created a set of building blocks.

Interconnecting pieces, allowed them to build anything they wanted to. With all of these things, the kids here would be happier. That, in turn, would also make the parents happier. Moving over to the last section, he wanted to create something for the older residents.

Transforming the final section, he designed it into a comfortable mini parlor. Blocking off some of the noise, it would give them a quiet spot where they could relax. With several comfortable recliner style chairs, they could relax in here together.

To help keep their minds sharp, he put in several things, like chess and checkers. There were also several kinds of crossword puzzles, word searches, and numbers games like Sudoku. Stepping back, he inspected his work.

Satisfied, he looked around and saw that it had something for all ages and groups. Hopefully, this would become, a place where the community could gather, to both have fun and relax. The last thing he wanted, was for anyone to feel stifled or trapped in the spatial world.

With the introduction and overview complete, he cut the big red ribbon in front of the building. Everyone cheered and clapped, people only had the simplest games and toys here, not even the largest cities had a dedicated rec room.

It didn't take long for everyone to shuffle in, exploring the area. The kids were the fastest, they all ran in, screaming with delight when they saw so many toys. Seeing the various kids playing together, the parents were moved.

Children were inherently innocent for the most part; they didn't discriminate against people. The farmhand's children had no issue playing with the kids who were formerly homeless. Kids just see another kid, there wasn't a distinction in social class.

Now that the children had started playing, their parents sat together in the middle section, watching over them. Introducing themselves, they quickly made friends, learning how to play card and dice games. Talking about their respective kids, the parents found out they had a lot in common.

With noisy kids playing, the older crowd moved into the mini parlor area. Seeing the comfy recliners and chairs, they helped each other get settled in. Soon they were chatting happily about 'the good old days'.

Bringing out the puzzles and games, they were also having a great time, seeing such strange new ideas and concepts. Looking at everyone, having fun and enjoying the building, his friends and family were very proud.

This would go a long way to improving everyone's morale, which was a key aspect of the spatial world. It would also kill two birds with one stone, both being the right thing to do, while also gaining him more points, from even happier citizens.

Now that he'd taken his family, friends, and even his home with him, it was time to go. He wanted to stop by Trostin, completing his deals quickly there, before setting off for the first mission. With nothing holding him back, any longer, he was now free to travel the world at large.

"Wait, if you can make coloring books, doesn't that mean you can make comic books?"

"Haha, just make a list of what you want Dante. I'll see how much they cost from my system."

Taking a few guards out of the system, he repaired the land, so it wasn't completely barren, while Dante got the carriage ready. Once they finished up, they headed down the road towards Trostin.

Join our protagonist Zanir Coffey as he unlocks the mysterious Dimension System which allows him to absorb the environment around him.

Seemingly able to absorb an endless amount of material, he will have to use this new system to survive in a brutal new world.

Armed with the knowledge of modern day technology and his ability to manipulate the world around him, he will craft an empire the likes of which have never been seen.

To reach his final goal he will have to go far beyond a single planet, in a single dimension. His journey will take him to the stars and beyond.

Months pass by, at early August, Al and Mary went to the publishing house called The World Publishing Company the author such as Ruth Nanda, Robert Ludlum, Rex Stout, and many more published their book with this company and this company has just made their office in Los Angeles.

After some negotiation that handled easily by Mary, they made another fortune of $100,000 USD in cash and divident of 15% of each book sold so that means, the if price of the book is $15 so he got $2.25 for each books sold, and of course because Al has made all of the character design and storyboard so the company only need to rearange, coloring and print the books.

Not only that, if the book becomes best seller, they will made another peripheral such as coloring book and character biodata set as per Al's authorization and this deal exclude film and tv series adaptation, toys and games that was still held by Al's.

Normaly, the adaptation works was held by the publishing house but luckily, Al got Mary. Al's contract only stated that he must at least made 2 more story sequel and the publisher must be World Publishing Company. And also the book can only published if the short story coloumn on the LA Times comes to an end.

The <Toy Story> come to an end and Al have been sent his another story to the LA Times as he promised. The story he made was <Lion King>, because the story lenght of <Up>, <Finding Nemo>, and <Ice Age> was too short, so he decide to make a collection book of it and wrote the <Lion King>.

Because many similarities of the <Kimba the White Lion> and <Lion King>, he decided to change the character name a little bit and their appereance such as Simba became Leeu or Leo, Scar's name and looks was changed and making the story to become more alike to Hamlet african animal version to avoid stink eye from japanese animator.

His popularity within kids and parents began to soar. Now many people knew the name of Alphonse Brandt or Al as pen name but unfortunately, nobody knew how Al was look like. Is he an adult? An old man? A woman? Or a pedophile uncle? So nobody sure how parents will react to their children's favourite author.

When <Toy Story> book was released on September, It became a best seller with 1 million sales on a week. Not only that, peripheral as coloring book and biodata characters also sold out but not as much as the pitcure book.

Many toy companies and animation studio began to contact the publishing house but they can only leave with disappointment. The copyright holder is still in the hand of the author and has no intention to authorized it.

Al got another idea for the toys and peripheral gifts.
' I know that my story will be a success but not THIS success' Al just sigh thinking about that, and maybe even think that he got a protagonist halo..... nah, that only appear on chuuni light novel.

Same as publishing house company, LA Times's sunday post is began to soar because there began many kids who urged their parents to buy the LA Times on sunday morning. Children now would ask if they had read Al's story, if not they won't became your friends.

This leave the board director and many company higher ups regret. They also own a publishing house but they have no children book in their catalog. This made William scolded by board director and call Mary to urged her to publish book on their company.

But unfortunately for them, they have made a deal with other publishing company. So Mary only promised him that Al will write more story to LA times and he already approved it.

"They are our benefactor but just give them a bit or they will become greedy." Said Al

At present time, beside keep playing with kids, because he got money from the publishing house, Al donate $50.000 to the orphanage.

In this way, the orphanage won't get trouble with funding anymore, and also the extra money he got, he decided to buy gifts for his fellow orphans, and both of his caretaker. Mary also got 10% comission, at first Mary is reject it but after always urged by Al everyday, she learns to compromise.

Anyway, he bought some music equipment like keyboard, guitar, and other music instrument and build a studio in one of the empty room in orphanage, it cost $10.000 for all of it.

In this month, Al learn all the skill that needed for entertainment industry. Singing, Music, Acting, Filmmaking.

While music can be practiced at home, so he needs to learn about acting and filmography. He bought a 8mm camera, and start experimenting by taking a documentary shoot about daily activity in orphanage. For acting, he just needed a perfect moment to do that.

Life goes on, celebrating Haloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and last is New Year. Al's life was full of learning and trainings, not only that he also writing a few short stories to LA Times and just an early December ago , he publish a book named <Jurassic Park>.

After the book was released, it created another storm of crazed reading by many of his fans and sci-fi reader.

Even the book critics praise this novel as one of the pioneering work of biology science fiction and also dna scientist was interested to experimenting this and want to invite the author to a science fair.

'Fk, if they knew who write this book was 10 year old kid, all of them must be feel ashamed because they belive in child's fantasies haha...' So of course as Mary keep Al's identity a secret, they reject them by telling them the author want to live in peaceful life.

The new year of 1981 is come, and the orphanage family celebrate it together, Al keep buying them a lot of gifts.

He even thinking whether to hire an agent from talent agency to enter hollywood. After consulting with Mary, she also approve this and even suggest Al to hire personal assistant or even manager.

Both Mary and Mrs K know that Al's dream was to make movies, so they also knew that Al need experience and the best way to start from bottom was to become child star first to gain some fame.

" Well I got some recommendation from my friends to contact this new agency, although they only established 5 years ago, they got some good connection in this industry." Said Mary

" Really? What this agency called?" Asked Al. "The Creative Artist Agency, it was built by Michael Ovitz, ex-senior agent of William Morris Agency." Mary said.

'CAA?' Thought Al, what he knew from his past life was this agency is really strong in the 90s, not only they got half of the A-list hollywood actors/actress, they really dominate the production of the film itself, and even he heard that the one of the agents, because his signed customer was failed at audition, he come to the one of the hollywood big six studio and threatening their CEO.

This made CAA become more dominering and made all film studio wary, so all hollywood production company made an agreement to put pressure on CAA, by rejecting some of their customer and their film project. So CAA began to yield and even more so, since late 90s, the film production company most of them became media group or own by important people.

The most famous things that CAA made was their packaging project, and it's succesiveness change the gameplay of hollywood's talent agency.

After much thinking Al said" Okay, please call them then, but make sure that the contract is short and I don't want to follow any plan they design for me, I want to do things ny own way, I heard that some talent agency forcing their customer to publicize their personal life."

" Don't worry Al, I'll make sure if the agency is forcing you, we will change immidiately." Said Mary

To Be Continued.....

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A man suffering from pancreatic cancer lay in his bed weakly. Believe that he will never survive, he made a wish on his birth/deathday to become the best filmmaker and become rich on his next life if there is.

A normal boy, who wanted live a genuine life, carrying a mysterious past and future.

Suddenly they woke up in the one body and one mind in year 1980.

Watch him as he becomes the greatest filmmaker and the King of Hollywood

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"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough."
- Mae West

Eleanor?" I hear someone whisper coolly. "Eleanor Jones?" I sit up in bed. "Who's there?" I whisper back. Why am I always getting these dreams? Every night for as long as I can remember, at 2:46 A.M., I am getting these nightmares. Someone would whisper my name. I hate it. It terrifies me. I don't want anyone whispering around in my room, scaring me to death. No one does.
I sigh. I can never sleep after these dreams. Every time I closed my eyes, I would hear the voice again. I reach over to grab my flashlight. The light stings my eyes, but at least I wasn't in complete darkness.
I roll out of bed and pick up my coloring things from the ground. I jump back into bed, and start to sketch. Sketching, reading, and writing always distracted me from those dreams and the mystery of my missing father.
Once I finish, I pull out a book from my nightstand. There were so many books in there, that I would just pull one, see what it was, and read it. 
I look at the book that is in my hands. 'Elements.' I love this book. Even though it was so dark and sad. I think of myself as Loralei, with fire powers. Just stuck in a world with her friends. And you can't do anything about it. I swear, I'd read this book at least six times. 
I finish half of the book in two hours. The normal time was about three, for finishing half. I love it so much, I finish it in less than that time. I look over at my alarm clock. I hadn't looked at it all night, since I knew it was at least 2:46 A.M. I see the clock itself, but where are the green lights telling me the time? 
The power must've gone out again. I think.
It rains a lot where I live. I live in Gulfport, Mississippi, the second-largest city in the state.
The power went out a lot because of all the rain. Sometimes, it would go out during the day, sometimes at night. I've gotten used to it, though. But it bothered me to not know what time it was. 
I reach over for my laptop on my nightstand. Maybe some music and some games will distract me from my dream I think. I hook my mouse into the side. I tap on the spacebar. My screensaver of raindrops on a window pops up. I look at the top right-hand corner to see what time it is. "4:39," I say aloud. I open Slipped, a music app, and start to look for music. I immediately search Ava Levine. She is my favorite artist. I love the way she sings, too. 
After thirty minutes of playing Mira, a creative building game, I get bored. I click to a new tab. I click on the search bar lightly. "Fun… Games… Free…" I say slowly as I type. I look at the results. "Abc123… That's for kids… Speed Typing. Already super fast at typing… DevTech Games. Oh, what the heck?"
I click on the link to DevTech Games, a game that someone at my old school coded. For a kid, it was actually pretty good. I look around for the hangman game. I love word games. 
When I find it, I click on it immediately. Up comes a screen with a little girl walking with a basket of bread in her hands. I click the icon that reads 'MEDIUM.' I see a little girl with pigtails hiding her face with the basket because of a monster in front of her. The object of the game is to figure out the word or phrase before the monster eats all your bread. 
I look at the category for the round. "Food. Okay," I said. "_ _ _ _ _    _ _ _" I pause. "Always start with vowels." I look at the twenty-six letters on the screen. I type 'A.' "A_ _ _ _    _ _ _." 
"Okay," I say. "It's a start." 'E' "A_ _ _E    _ _E." 'I' "A_ _ _E    _IE." 'O' One of the little girl's bread loaves disappears. "Suck," I groan.
'P' "APP_E PIE." "Oh! 'L!'" "APPLE PIE." The girl kicks down the monster, and then it says I've saved six loaves of bread loaves. "Yes!" I say to myself.
After a while of that, I look to see what time it is. "5:23," I sigh. I open Taken, a site with tons of shows. "What should I watch?" I say to myself. I go to the search bar at the top. "Proud Waters" I type. I click on the first episode, 'Floating'
'Proud Waters' is a show about a group of friends with elemental powers. I like it a lot, because it's not one of those corny, stupid shows that kids watch, it's actually good.
After watching the second episode, 'Moved,' I look at the time again.
"6:11."
I get out of bed to get dressed. I usually get ready for school now so I could have free-time for a while, before school started. 
I pull open the doors to my closet. I pick out a steel blue colored long-sleeved shirt, black jeans with holes in the knees, and my dirty black and white sneakers. I brush my hair gingerly, and let it fall down my back into a long wavy heap, and slip in my diamond earrings. 
All of a sudden, I see that my alarm clock is blinking '12:00.' "Oh, good," I say with relief. "The power's back on." I flick on the light. I make my bed, clean the almost spotless room, and flip open my laptop again. 
I open my mail inbox, and look for the group message I share with my best friends, Tessa Bell and Cameron Roberts. All three of us are seventeen and have our drivers license.

earlybird.eleanor has logged on
earlybird.eleanor: Hello?
dothecamcam.123 has logged on
dothecamcam.123: Waddup?
earlybird.eleanor: Hey! You getting ready for school?
tess.the.mess has logged on
tess.the.mess: ya. i wish we went to the same skool
earlybird.eleanor: Totally.
dothecamcam.123: Gtg. Mom made toast and eggs! 😋
tess.the.mess: ya, my mom made brekfist too. C u. 👋

dothecamcam.123 has logged off
tess.the.mess has logged off
earlybird.eleanor has logged off
I hear my stomach grumble in hunger. I close my laptop, and head upstairs for breakfast. I slowly walk up the wood stairs coated with a soft carpet. 
I hear the clinking of dishes in the kitchen. My mother. I rush over to see what she is making. "Morning, Eleanor," she says in an exasperated voice. 
"Morning, mom," I reply. "What's for breakfast?" I ask after a few moments.
"Pancakes." she replies. I sigh. 
"Why'd I even bother asking." 
We'd had pancakes for the past few weeks for breakfast. Pancake mix is all we can afford. That's why I am going to a private school. This school pays you for coming. It pays you five dollars a day. I'm planning on going to this school for as long as I can. It holds grades from kindergarten to twelfth grade. 
I eat my pancakes without syrup, as usual. I walk over to my mother, who has just collapsed onto the couch, rubbing her temples. "Bye mom, I gotta catch the bus," I say as I hug her. "Okay," she says as I slip on my black rain jacket and black backpack. "I love you, Eleanor." But I'm out the door.

Holding her mother's index finger, little Alana trotted on the stone covered path of her new and first school - Mc Lauren's kindergarten.

Taking in her surroundings she took in everything that her little eyes could. Small children playing with each other merrily and all she wanted to do was be a part of their games.

"There now we have reached dear", her mother reminded her once they were standing in front of the cute little building. 

"Friends", Alana said pointing to the group of children playing. Her mother sighed seeing the little vampire children play.

Life in Craestiria wasn't easy as it seemed to be when it came to the human population. Although the vampire King and Queen were understanding for the humans, majority of the vampires still had the belief intact that humans were to be used as only pets and slaves. 

More precisely blood bags.

But truth be told these animalistic things happened years ago. It had been a decade since all these things had came to a minimum. 

"Dear you will make friends soon. They aren't your friends", Mrs. Haze said cautiously. But she felt bad when she couldn't answer her daughter's questions of why she couldn't be friends with the playing children.

In all honesty she was very afraid of the vampires herself. A circumstance in her childhood made her fear the vampires to no bounds.

Alana was so young that the child couldn't tell the difference between a vampire and a human. And Mrs. Haze, being  a young mother couldn't find an appropriate reason to tell the difference to her daughter yet. 

Waving her goodbyes to her mother Alana went inside. On her way she found many children crying and whimpering, not leaving their parent's hand. She wondered why they weren't happy to come to school.

All the schools of every town had both humans and vampires studying together to avoid the rift of supremacy in future. Since the passing of the law that Slavery among humans was to be discouraged, the rulers made sure every school and institution abided by the law so that the young minds could be moulded to envisage the equality.

"Here little one, you have to assemble here", Alana turned to see a woman who was a fellow teacher usher her to the group of children. 

Soon she was in one of the cute little classrooms, stuff toys, Lego toys lying everywhere around small tables and chairs.

Everyone was given a coloring page which had an ice cream drawn on it. Alana busied herself in the work, not bothering children around her who were making small talks.

"Lion has sharp teeth."
"No a vampy has sharp teeth."
"Vampy is able to drink only blood but lion can eat everyone."
Alana who was well taught in her home by her mother before joining the kindergarten thought which animal was a vampy. 
'I will ask mamma today who is this vampy animal", she thought to herself.

While children blandly coloured the ice cream softy, Alana decorated by adding chocolate lentils with different colors. She even gave shades of brown on the yellow ice cream cone.

Smiling at her colour page and after staring at it for a long time she went to the teacher.
"Ms. Jelly I have done it", she said in her childish voice.
"Its Ms. Julie dear", the teacher said smiling sweetly at the small kid. Though she was a vampiress, she didn't mind the human child calling her that.

Raising the page, she showed it to everyone, "See this kids. Alana here had done it so beautifully. Everyone give a clap for her."

And so the children clapped while little Alana smiled sweetly. 

"Its not done like this Brendon", the teacher said as she roamed the class looking how everyone was doing.
"Alana dear can you help him please ?", she asked to which the child diligently obliged. 

She seated herself beside the little boy, spreading her coloring page in front of them.
"Don't take the color out of line", she said quietly taking the eraser and rubbing it on the boy's page.

"It is yummy. I want to eat it", the boy said holding Alana's page to which she sent a fake glare.

"We don't eat paper silly, we eat blood", Alana turned back to see another boy frowning at her colour page.
He looked no less than a grumpy cat.

The boy, who was huge compared to her had warily scribbled only red colour on his entire page. "This is bad", he said and suddenly snatched the page from the boy she was helping and tore her page into two.

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In 2001 Detroit, MI, two boys become best friends and face the ups and downs of childhood in the first decade of a new millennium.

The 00's Theme Song: When It's Over by Sugar Ray

Damon's POV
It's Sunday, and that means I am on my way to the orphanage.
As you can see, every Sunday, I go to the orphanage to donate grocery items. Not just that. I love kids, that's why going to the orphanage and helping them is my top priority.
Also, every year, I organize a charity and a fundraiser to the orphanage.
When I arrive and get out of the car, all the kids went to me.
 
"Good morning, Mr. Damon,"
"Good morning, kids. I have something for all of you,"
"Yehey!"
"Lets' go inside,"
"Ok!"
 
When we went inside the orphanage, sister approached and greeted me.
 
"You're early today, Damon,"
"Yeah. I'm not busy today, so here I am. I brought some grocery items,"
"Thank you,"
 
Sister put the grocery items in the kitchen, and I went to the kids playing outside.
I watch the kids play. They are playing tag.
 
"Mr. Damon. Come and play with us,"
"Ok"
"Tag. You're it, Mr. Damon,"
"Oh, get ready because I'm going to get you!"
"Ah! Run!"
 
The kids and I are playing, when a kid called someone.
I looked who it is, and it's a she, and she is beautiful.
 
"Hello, Ms. Lara!"
"Hello, kids. How are you all doing?"
"We're fine!"
"Glad to hear that. I'm sorry I didn't come here last week because I'm super busy,"
"It's ok, Ms. Lara,"
"I brought storybooks and coloring books all for you,"
"Yehey! Tell a story!"
"Ms. Lara will tell you a story later. Now, let's all get inside and have some snacks, ok?"
"Ok! We're starving!"
 
The kids went inside, and I looked at her. She is so beautiful in close-up.
 
"Oh, I recognize you,"
"You recognize me?"
"Uhum. At the le restaurant. When Mr. Lewis proposed to Zarah,"
"Oh, you are there?"
"Yup, because I am working at Mr. Lewis's company and I'm a friend of Zarah,"
"Oh. I am also there because I'm the best friend of Lewis,"
"By the way, my name is Lara Collins,"
 
Lara lends her hand for a handshake, and I handshake her hand.
 
"Nice to meet you, Lara. My name is Damon Sanders,"
"Let's go inside, Lara and Damon," Sister said.
"Coming! Let's go?"
"Uhum"
 
Lara and I went inside and ate snacks with the kids.
After eating, all the kids went to Lara and asked her to read them a story, and Lara agreed.
We all went to the living room and listen to Lara.
When Lara is telling the kids a story, I can't help but look at her. Lara is so beautiful, and my heart is pounding so fast. Is this love at first sight? Is she the girl that I'm waiting for?
After telling a story, the kids are coloring a book.
Lara went to me.
 
"The kids are busy coloring. Let's go to the garden?" Lara said.
"Ok"
 
Lara and I went to the garden.
 
"Do you come here often?"
"I come here every Sunday, and you?"
"I come here once a week. I buy them storybooks and coloring books. Though I didn't come here last week because I was busy with work,"
"I give them grocery items, and every year, I would organize a charity or fundraiser for the orphanage,"
"Oh. You must be rich. Do you own a company perhaps?"
"I own the Sanders Company,"
"The Sanders Company? So you are an architect?"
"Yup"
"I am also an architecture graduate,"
 
Lara and I talked about work and some random stuff.
I am comfortable talking to her, and I think we are close already.
After talking, we went inside and see what the kids are doing, and they are still coloring.
When it's already 11:30, Lara and I said goodbye's to the kids.
 
"We are going now. See you soon, kids,"
"Oh, Mr. Damon and Ms. Lara are so good together. Don't you think?"
"Yes!"
 
Lara and I looked at each other and quickly avoid eye contact.
 
"We need to go, kids,"
"See you soon!"
 
Lara and I went outside the orphanage.
I am now inside my car, and I saw Lara waiting for a taxi, I think.
I was thinking of taking her home, so I got out of the car.
 
"Lara!"
"What is it, Damon?"
"Get in the car. I will take you home,"
"It's ok. I will wait for a taxi,"
"Don't be shy, and it's so hot outside. Get in the car, and I will take you home,"
"Ok"
 
Lara went to my car. I opened the shotgun seat for Lara.
 
"Thanks"
"You're welcome,"
 
I get in my car and drove.
I asked Lara where her address is, and she responded.
I looked at the time, and it's already noon.
 
"Do you want to eat lunch? I'm starving already"
"Ok"
 
After some minutes, we've arrived at the restaurant.
 
"I think this is an expensive restaurant, Damon,"
"No problem, my treat,"
"Uh"
"No need to be shy. Let's go inside?"
"Ok"
 
Lara and I went inside and look for a vacant table. And after that, a waiter went to us and took our orders.
After 20 minutes, our orders are served, and we started eating.
After we are done eating, I paid for the bill, we went out of the restaurant, and get inside the car.
After 30 minutes, Lara said that we've arrived. Lara lived in an apartment.
 
"Do you live there alone?"
"Yes, because my parents live in the province. When I went to college, I moved here and started living independently. I can't afford a house yet, and my parents are not that rich, so"
 
Lara is so independent.
 
"Oh, ok,"
"So, goodbye,"
 
When Lara is about to open the door of my car, I stopped her.
 
"What is it, Damon?"
"Can I have your number?"
"Ok"
"Here's my phone,"
 
Lara typed her number.
 
"Here. I got to go. Thank you,"
"No problem,"
 
After that, I went home.
 
Lara's POV
I had a great day today.
By the way, my name is Lara Collins.
I think I don't need to introduce myself because you already know me.
Earlier, I met the guy at the le restaurant yesterday, and his name is Damon Parker. He is also going to the orphanage like me. And I was shocked because he is the owner of the Sanders Company. He is so rich. 
When I saw him at the le restaurant yesterday, my heart starts to pound so fast. I think it's love at first sight.
I get to know him, and I think he is a gentleman and a kind guy. 
I went inside my apartment and watch television.
While watching television, my phone rang, and it's a text message from an unknown number.
 
"Hi"
"Who are you?"
"We met at the orphanage today,"
"Damon?"
"Yup, it's me,"
"Sorry about that"
"It's ok. What are you doing now?"
"Watching television. You?"
"I just arrived home,"
"Oh"
 
And the conversation went on.

The story revolves around the perfect and passionate 31 years old CEO, Yohan Lewis, and the bright and cheerful 25 years old Zarah Lee.

After Zarah’s first encounter with Yohan, she fell in love with him already. She didn’t know that Yohan is the CEO of the company that Zarah is working for.

Through a coincidental encounter, Yohan’s grandma wants them to marry each other. Zarah and Yohan must decide, and they agreed to engage in a contractual marriage.

What will happen to both of them? Will they fall in love, or would end up in a divorce?

The rest of the week passed in a blur. By Sunday Claire's training at work was nearly complete and Alex had spent most of his time studying. He also got the certified copy of the birth certificate he needed and went to file his name change petition with the court on Friday. 
She took him shopping Thursday evening so he would have a nice outfit to wear to that and the job interviews that were coming up early next week. Button down shirts and ties really didn't suit him but at least he looked professional. 
He had also started opening bank accounts in his name and beginning the very slow process of moving all of his money over so it wouldn't be suspicious. Ray had advised him on how to do that even though he had no experience with that himself since he had been too young to be paid for his work during his time with the Agency. 
Alex had been taking Ray's list very seriously. He had plans to check out gyms on Monday so he could begin helping Claire train before marathon season hit. 
It was too cold to run outside effectively so she would have to train on a treadmill for the time being. Being able to do it side by side would be better than watching her run on the one in the house. Or so he said. 
She was fairly certain she had his number. He wanted to be able to work out at the same time. With further probing he admitted that he felt restless without having proper equipment to train with for himself. Doing nothing made him twitchy.
Claire didn't mind too much. Normally her exercise routine consisted of running outside in the warmer months and inside during the winter so she had never bothered with a gym but it might be nice to try different sorts of machines or even water aerobics to shake things up. 
She felt like they were actually making some progress to accomplishing some of their goals so she was in a good mood when they went to pick up Ethan and Amara. Their foster parents had managed to locate snow clothes for each of them but she had to go to Ray's house briefly to pick up the last things she needed for their excursion. 
"Where are we going?" Amara asked as she got into the car. 
"It's a surprise. I'll tell you when we get there," Claire assured her. "How have things been in your foster home Amara? Have you learned anything interesting since being there?"
She sincerely hoped that things were going better for her than they had been for Ethan. She had been worried about the girl ever since his visit, wondering what her foster home experience was like. 
"My foster father Daniel is a doctor so I only see him in the evenings for a few hours. He likes to play video games and lets us take turns playing with him. My foster mother Jessica is an aerobics instructor that teaches a few classes in the morning. 
"I have to go with her and wait in the children's area. There were these things called coloring pages there that were enjoyable. I have to share a room with an older girl called Madelyn and that is less enjoyable because she makes loud noises in her sleep. 
"There are four other children in the house. Two of them are younger than me and demand most of Jessica's attention. All of them attend school except the youngest, which seems to be Mia's age. He screams a lot.
"They brought in a tutor for me on Monday and we have been working on lessons to prepare me to attend school next month. I enjoy my time with her. Her name is Holly Wilcox and she praises me frequently. That is all."
Claire nearly wilted in relief. It seemed like she was having an okay time despite her foster parents' busy schedules. Daniel and Jessica seemed to be more on top of things than Ethan's foster parents were even with five children in the home. 
She was impressed. Handling that many kids' needs at once couldn't be easy. 
Marilyn said that Marnie and Paul were a bit overwhelmed because of the level of care required for most of their foster kids and the fact that they now had nine children living with them. It seemed that they, unlike Amara's foster parents, had bitten off more than they could chew because they didn't know their own limits or how to say no. 
"That's great Amara! Do you like it there?" Claire asked. 
The girl nodded. "For the most part. It is better than the Agency."
That was all she could have asked for. Having one less person to worry about was a weight off of her shoulders. She was almost afraid to ask how things had been going with Ethan though she knew she had to in order to be fair. 
"I'm so happy to hear that. What about you Ethan? Have things gotten any better?"
"I got to pick a movie on Thursday but the older boys got mad about not being able to play their video games," he said with a sigh. "I want to be able to watch things by myself but there is only one TV."
Claire was hit with a sudden, brilliant idea to help make him happier. All she would have to do was wait until Christmas to potentially solve one of his problems. 
Ethan continued with his stream of complaints that she didn't have any solutions for. "I have to share a room with a boy younger than me and he always tries to bite me. Whenever I fight back I get in trouble even though he is the one starting it. 
"I don't get to have the kind of cereal I like because the older boys say it's only theirs. All of the girls are too loud and I never get Marnie or Paul's attention to myself unless they're scolding me for something. 
"At least my tutor answers some of my questions. I started taking lessons from her on Thursday. I want to go to school fast so I don't have to be in that house all day anymore but she says have to wait until after the New Year."


Your typical boy meets girl love story...if the boy was a highly trained super soldier and the girl was a target he was hired to kill. Six knew there was something different about Claire Conway the moment he laid eyes on her but he never would have guessed how she would turn his entire world upside down!

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

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