Penulis : Fuyuhara Patora
Ilustrator : Usatsuka Eiji
Penerjemah : Lumia
Editor : Lumia 
PDF : Lumia
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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.

"Son, you…"


His parents were shocked.


This kind of request wasn't normal for someone his age.


"Forget it, when a child grows up, they should have their own dreams…"


His father and mother weren't someone from a high-ranking position on Kurama Clan.


Therefore, in their hearts, Akabane's passion must be correlated with his awakening of Kekkei Genkai.


"Father, do you want to help me tell the patriarch?"


Akabane heard his tone, knowing that it was half-hearted.


His father nodded, touched Akabane's hair with concern in his mind, and said, "I will talk with the clan after this. If the clan refuses your request, I still have my savings to spare."


"I believe that the clan would accept it."


Akabane is very confident about this.


The three of them slowly walked back home.


…


As soon as he returned home, Akabane went back to his room to continue his comic.


"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"


He immediately cast seals to summon a clone.


"I'll work hard today!"


Akabane chuckled and started coloring the pages from before.


"Oh, that's awesome…"


The shadow clone glanced at him and couldn't help but awe.


Not awe from his coloring but for how he didn't laze after summoning him.


As someone who graduated from arts & design major, coloring is a piece of cake.


…



After finished his coloring pages, he got up and stretched.


"Haaah… it's done, up to the next one."


His clone was expressionless. He never thought that Akabane has such a talent.


"With your skill of drawing, then why bother learning about shadow clones? You could finish it by yourself faster.


"Don't say that I can't work all day and night. I want to take some rest too."


Akabane had really planned to rest for a while, but the cynicism made him feel bad to take a rest, so he changed his mind and sat cross-legged to restore his Chakra.


…


"[System!]"


He took a look at the system panel; his points rose to more than 50 points before.


But today, he only gained a slight point.


Akabane thought for a while and used all the remaining 50 points to increase his physical strength.


He needs to upgrade his physique to compensate for his chakra.


Of course, the main reason is that chakra is way too expensive.


Gradually, the point needs to increase one chakra equal to 50 points.


What can he do with that little improvement?


At his current five physiques, the effect was completely different.


Not only the body, but even the recovery and the number of Chakra seemed to have increased.


Afterward, Akabane sat down and began to restore his diminished chakra.


The shadow clone did not expect that Akabane didn't sleep after he finished coloring. 


He thought that his original will laze around and leave everything to him so seeing him meditating surprised him a little since  he didn't expect it at all.


He sighed slightly and then kept on working.


Although, as a clone, he also wanted to rest, to have more pages to complete, he felt that he needed to work harder.


At the very least, he needs to complete the fourth and fifth chapters so that he can print the first volume.


Of course…


With his physique now balancing his overwhelmed Chakra, his Chakra recovery is much faster than the most ninja.


It didn't take long for him to summon another clone.


"Here is your new companion. I'm going to sleep now."


Akabane lies on the bed to recharge his chakra. The two clones were tolling on his chakra. He is afraid that if he doesn't have enough chakra, he will pass out when he lifts his clones.


Akabane laid down, the two shadow clones looked at each other, and then looked at Akabane on the bed.


"Ahh. He's asleep."They Sighed at the same time, and continued to work.


…


On the other side, in the Hokage's office, Arata came to make a report on today's exam.


Hiruzen was listening one by one, But in fact, he saw more clearly than Arata.


After all, there are many details that a chuunin level cannot be seen clearly.


"Ryo will have to be punished as planned. As for the other, they all passed."


Hiruzen Sarutobi said.


"Yes!"


Arata received the order and left the office.


The Third Hokage takes out his smoking pipe and lit a smoke while thinking.


On his desk was a list of names, Kurama Akabane, Hatake Sakumo, and Mitarashi Murasaki in a row. The mentor's name in front was still blank and has not been filled in.


In the end, he filled in a name.


"Shimura Danzo."


"Let Danzo come here."


Before long, a figure knocked in, and it was Shimura Danzo.


He picked up the list, took a look, and said, "These three were the students you carefully selected…"


Right now, Danzo is the head of the Anbu, his "root" still belongs to the Anbu, and he is not completely independent.


"Yes, in the next year, you will be their team's mentor, but remember, do not influence them with your root training or any other that is related to Anbu."


Hiruzen was very clear about this.


There is no room for mistakes.


"You have nothing to worry about."


Danzo picked up the list.


and said "They are all geniuses. One year is enough."


"As for a year from now, I have another plan for them, you can go back and get your Anbu." Hiruzen said.


"One year is the same for you."


Danzo meant something that only those two knew. He turned and left the office.



I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…

[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]

Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?

As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!

…Or am I?


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"Son, you..."
His parents were shocked.
This kind of request wasn't normal for someone his age.
"Forget it, when you grow up, you should have his own dreams…"
His father and mother weren't someone from high-rank at Kurama Clan.
Therefore, in their hearts, Akabane's passion must be correlated with his awakened of Kekkei Genkai.
"Father, do you want to help me tell the patriarch?"
Akabane heard his tone, knowing that it was half-heart.
His father nodded, touched Akabane's hair with concern in his mind, and said, "I will talk with the clan after this. If the clan refuses your request, I still have my savings to spare."
"I believe that the clan would accept it."
Akabane is very confident about this.
The three of them slowly walked back home.
…
As soon as he returned home, Akabane went back to his room to continued his comic.
"Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
He immediately cast seals to summoned a clone.
"I'll work hard today!"
Akabane chuckled and started to coloring his pages from before.
"Oh, that's awesome..."
The shadow clone glanced at him and couldn't help but awe.
As someone who graduated from arts & design major, coloring is a piece of cake.
…
After finished his coloring pages, he got up and stretched.
"Haaah... it's done, up to the next one."
His clone was expressionless. He never thought that Akabane has such a talent.
"With your skill of drawing, then why to bother learned about shadow clone? You could finish it by yourself faster.
"Don't say that I can't work all day and night. I want to take some rest to."
Akabane had really planned to rest for a while, but the cynicism made him feel bad to take a rest, so he changed his mind and sat cross-legged to restore his Chakra.
…
"[System!]"
He took a look at the system panel; his points rose to more than 50 points before.
But today, he only gained a slight point.
Akabane thought for a while and used all the remaining 50 points to increased his physical.
He needs to upgrade his physique to compensate for his chakra.
Of course, the main reason is that chakra is way too expensive.
Gradually, the point needs to increase one chakra equal to 50 points.
What can he do with that little improvement?
At his current five physiques, the effect was completely different.
Not only the body, but even the recovery and the number of Chakra seemed to have increased.
Afterward, Akabane sat down and began to restore chakra.
The shadow clone did not expect that Akabane didn't get tired. Even if he just sat there to recovered chakra, he still feels lucky for now. He is the most interesting of all of Akabane's clones.
He sighed slightly and then kept on working.
Although, as a clone, he also wanted to rest, to have more pages to complete, he felt that he needed to work harder.
At the very least, he needs to complete the fourth and fifth chapters so that he can print the first volume.
Of course…
With his physique now balancing his overwhelmed Chakra, his Chakra recovery is much faster than the most ninja.
It didn't take long for him to summon another clone.
"Here is your new companion. I'm going to sleep now."
Akabane lies on the bed to recharged his chakra. The two clones were tolling on his chakra. He is afraid that if he doesn't have enough chakra, he will pass out when he lifts his clones.
Akabane laid down, the two shadow clones looked at each other, and then looked at Akabane on the bed.
"Ahh. He's asleep." Sighed, and continued to work.
…
On the other side, in the Hokage's office, Monkey King Enma came to make a report on today's exam.
Hiruzen was listening one by one, But in fact, he saw more clearly than Enma.
After all, there are many details his summoned cannot be seen clearly.
"Ryuu will have to deal with his consequence. As for the other, they all passed."
Hiruzen Sarutobi said.
"Yes!"
Enma received the order and left the office.
The Third Hokage takes out his smoking pipe and lit a smoke while thinking.
On his desk was a list of names, Kurama Akabane, Hatake Sakumo, and Mitarashi Murasaki was in a row. The mentor's name in front was still blank and has not been filled in.
In the end, he filled in a name.
"Shimura Danzo."
"Let Danzo come here."
Before long, a figure knocked in, and it was Shimura Danzo.
He picked up the list, took a look, and said, "These three were the students you carefully selected..."
Right now, Danzo is the head of the Anbu, his "root" still belongs to the Anbu, and he is not completely independent.
"Yes, in the next year, you will be their team's mentor, but remember, do not influence them with your root or any other that related to Anbu."
Hiruzen was very clear about this. 
There is no room for mistakes.
"You have nothing to worry about."
Danzo picked up the list.
"They are all geniuses. One year is enough."
Hiruzen said, "As for a year from now, I have another plan for them, you can go back and get your Anbu."
"One year is the same for you."
Danzo meant something that only those two knew. He turned and left the office.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

Emily was in a playful mood the next morning. She didn’t want to get out of bed, even though she had an important meeting. 

The date night had ended in a rather passionate episode. Mandy was already asleep by the time they got back home, and they made the most of their time. It was not exactly rare for them to have alone time, but maybe it didn’t happen as often as before.

“You’re very giggly,” Byron noted. “I thought you’d be tired after last night.”

He was a bit sleepy but didn’t mind indulging her desires when she kissed his face and body all over.

“Thanks for helping me feel relaxed when I should be nervous,” Emily said as she got up to get dressed. “Simone Cather is coming in for a meeting today. I’ve never worked with her before, but I hear she can be difficult. I’m going to bring Mandy with me to win her over with cuteness.”

Simone had just taken over leadership of Charmers, the biggest fashion retail store in the country. Emily had a good relationship with the previous CEO, and she hoped they would continue to carry her brands.

Emily greeted Simone at the front desk, preparing to give her a tour of the new building of which she was so proud. Mandy stood by her side wearing the cutest yellow sun dress, one of their latest designs for a children’s line.

“I didn’t know it was Bring Your Daughter to Work Day,” Simone observed dryly. She was a tall woman with a strong jaw and a commanding presence. 

Clearly, the kid’s cuteness was not winning her over.

“A large percentage of our workers are women,” Emily said, “and we encourage them to bring their children. As you probably know, it’s not always easy to find good child care.”

“You have a turtle in here?” Simone made a disgusted face as she caught sight of Turtle Corner.

“The turtle doesn’t ‘slow’ our productivity,” Emily tried to add a bit of humor to the atmosphere, but Simone was having none of it. “As I told you on the phone, we allow pets. I always check with visitors like yourself whether they’re allergic to animals so that everyone can be safe.”

Michelle added, “We try to make the office an enjoyable place for everyone. We’re not in the 20th century anymore.”

“Are you saying I’m old?” Simone asked bluntly.

“No…” Michelle stammered.

Emily was taken aback and almost couldn’t find the words. “It wasn’t a personal comment about you. It’s more about what our company decided was going to make us happy.”

“Working in the fashion world is not a spa experience. It’s not your ‘happy place’. It’s a freaking jungle where everyone fights to survive.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” Emily said. Although she believed in meeting the client halfway when it came to the products, nobody was going to tell her how to run her company. She was not afraid to express her opinion on this. However, she had a bad feeling about how this meeting was going to go.

She led Simone into the design studio and showed her some of their latest creations. Simone didn’t react either positively or negatively, but her restrained manner seemed telling.

Finally, Emily and Michelle took Simone into a small meeting room to discuss their future transactions. Emily had a coloring book for Mandy to work on, and the child was perfectly quiet as she labored over its pages.

“What can I say?” Simone began, “My predecessor, Ronette, carried many of your products, but I am taking the stores in a different direction. Your recent lines, the ones you’ve shown me, are not really what I’m looking for.”

Emily was willing to fight for the right to stay with Charmers. “Is there anything you would prefer to see?” she asked. “I’m willing to work with you.”

Simone’s phone suddenly rang, and she apologized as she took the call. “What the f*ck! I told you not to call me. I’m in a meeting,” Simone looked even more disgusted than she had been when she saw the turtle.

Mandy giggled because she knew the ‘f word’ was bad, and she always considered it funny when adults were ‘being bad’.

Emily was furious, while Simone put a hand up to her mouth when she realized she had just uttered a swear word in front of a child.

“That girl shouldn’t be here!” she said, taking an accusatory stance instead of apologizing.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be here,” Emily said in a level but firm voice. 

She had been willing to be diplomatic, but Simone had crossed a line. Besides, she seemed disdainful of the company and their culture from the start. Even though Charmers was a big seller, the biggest in their domestic market, Emily had no desire to deal with them.

“I’m going to go now,” Simone said, trying to muster up some dignity. Just then she uttered a tiny scream. “But I can’t! There’s a beast out there!”

A big fluffy white Spitz dog was visible through the glass wall just outside the meeting room. It trotted down the hallway and leaned its forepaws on the door, looking like the friendliest creature in the world.

“I’ll get it,” Michelle said, but Paul, one of the designers, was already grabbing his dog’s collar and leading it aside to let everyone exit the room.

“Can I see the dog?” Mandy asked.

“Yes, ask Paul’s permission first if you can pet it,” Emily advised.

Simone walked out of the room holding her chin at a haughty angle and wincing as she passed the ‘beast’.


Emily Danzi has been stalked by a deranged man for most of her adult life. She thought she had left him behind when she moved to the west coast of Canada, but one rainy night, he catches up with her. Emily finds a temporary solution by having a complete stranger pose as her boyfriend. 

Byron Pomeroy, the man who was about to end his own life by jumping off a bridge scares off her pursuer but brings complications when she learns how deeply troubled he is, despite his enormous wealth. Emily wants to help him in return, but she must contend with Byron’s domineering mother and a devious journalist who wants Byron for herself and will destroy the reputation of anyone who gets in her way. 

“This might not be easy,” Byron began, “considering what I can safely call our mutual attraction for each other.”

As she sat at the table across from him, Emily could not deny it. It was good that the table separated them because she was tempted to reach out and stroke the beautiful outlines of his face. She wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. Suddenly she realized Byron was saying something, while she was completely distracted by his god-like appearance.

“...so, maybe you would like to make any suggestions?” he asked.

“Suggestions?” she echoed.

“About our new arrangement.”

“Oh, of course,” she said, flustered, “No, you go first.”

“All right.” He smiled as if he knew she had been admiring his looks. “Let’s start with public displays of affection. How far are we willing to go?”

“Um...” Emily had not considered this.

He took her hand and stroked it with his thumb, a light and teasing touch.

“Would this be okay?” he asked. 

Emily nodded, wondering how she was going to be able to stand this without surrendering to his charm.

“What about hugging?” he went on.

“Hugging...” Emily cleared her throat nervously. 

“We need to proved something for the journalists to talk about,” he said, though Emily suspected it was not the only reason he wanted to get closer to her.

“Hugging would be fine.”

“I guess kissing would be out of the question?” His eye glinted mysteriously as his lips bent in a wicked smile.

“I... haven’t thought about it,” Emily said. “Kissing on the cheek might be allowed.”

“No kissing on the lips then?” he asked. His whole look seemed to say, “try it, you might like it.”

Her body melting with desire, Emily stayed firm on this point. “No kissing on the lips.”

WARNING: This novel contains depictions of suicidal depression and stalking.

Liam started to pressure Brian even more after he didn't found the meaning of the last short form he just saw. It was the MQD short form.
'Let us check the next,' Looks like Liam just gave up after not being able to tell the short form of MQD.
The next that was now Liam's staring at was- SQ. That is a side quest. Liam frowned to the next folder, to the next short form. SQS- ah! Liam knows this one! I know this is the same as the MQS it is side quest stats! Well well done Liam. Then the next one, please? Here was the same as that Law was not able to get, this was- SQD. OW! What the hell are these and why am I not able to tell this? I will not rot by brian on this, okay next- PP. I guess it is the Player's Profile. 
But I wonder how it will be. Will it give an option to choose the player? Or only me? Well, I am not going to open it now. I will only check the short forms and then I will move to the side quest. PS- This must be the stats for the player. Att. Okay, this was easy. From its short form, it really and easily is the attributes!
The attributes are the things where the Skills, reards, assets, and the other thins like Defence and IQ, Wisdom are showed right? Maybe I am a genius.
Laimclicke on the SQ option. The drop-down thing, the drop-down queue appeared for Liam to choose the quest he wants to do. Liam started reading them one by one, contrasting his eyes, bringing the mobile close to his eyes.
1.  Read a book about Paranormals
2.  Watch a movie, anime, or a TV drama about Paranormals
3.  Get a guide for Paranormals from the store.
4.  Watch a video on Paranormal investigations from YouTube. 
5.  Do a discovery on the topic- Paranormal, ghosts and Paranormal investigators
6.  Go and take an MQ
Now Liam was confused and amused on what and which quest he will want to do. He was not clear after reading these. This thing only showed about the paranormal like a fool! The things contain- Paranormal, Paranormal, and only Paranormal. 
'This is got to be a joke! How can this system be this selfish and just tell me to do things about the paranormals? This is so Ilegal!'
Ava did not get things like these? Even Liam didn't get. He was given like beat the guys and then beat the senior or then jump and all and all. But this time this was unbelievable! But these were the easiest ones, not so sure about the last one though, the 6th one. That is telling to domain quests? That will Liam is supposed to do with his partners. 
'Guess I will just sit and read a book?'
(1.)     Liam clicked on the first option in the drop-down list, the drop down the queue of the quests. 
<Choose a player who wants to do this quest-> then there 3 options came.
<Liam SMith>
<Rena Smith>
<Aav Walker>
Liam without thinking clicked on his name tag. The quiz started generating.
<This is only a reading quest don't' expect more reawards> the disclaimer said. With an instant, the screen again changed the color. 
<Rewards- XP +10>
Liam waited, he waited patiently. He was expecting more rewards to come and show. But he was totally mistaken. 'What? Only 1? The system meant this low? This low rewards?'
<Start the quest?>
(Yes!) Liam out of being frustrated but still agreeing to the system and doing the quest. What a fool. But can't be helped that will be improving the knowledge o Liam about this, paranormals after reading the book.
But... from where to read the book? Liam doesn't have a single book regarding these paranormal things in his big library. Their library is even big than their TV. Cool right?
(Where can I read that book? From where will I get it?)
<The name of the book is 'The Paranormal Solved' the book is written by- Grace Fleming. You don't need to go anywhere and get this book. You will be getting this book by us, do you want a PDF file or a hard copy of this book?>
it is always good to read the book in hard copy instead of PDF or online on the screen. It is good to avoid the ryas of that screen/ that is what Liam followed till now and is also determined to follow ahead. He might have not followed that if he had to go and buy that book, or if have to order from Amazon, but the case here was that he was getting it for free here then why lose the chance? Just go for it??
(I will read the hard copy)
<Okay, Hardback or Paperback?>
Hard binding is always good. They dong' get tear out or area like just getting the front cover folded under the cushion or something Liam took the hardback. Hardbacks are really expensive as compared to the paperback but if Liam is getting it for free then why lose the chance.
(Hardback)
<Thank you. The book will arrive at your doorstep within 10 seonds>
"Hu? Did you get to be joking with me? That is not possible? How can a thing like that happen? Even when ordered from Amazonit might take at least 1 day. Just what kind of service company it is?" 
*Ring. Ring*
The bell of Liam's house. And Liam stood shocked with his mouth hanging from his jaw, that is not possible, you got to kidding me? Liam jumped out of the bed and ran through the stairs. He was more scared than Rena must now open the door before Liam does or Liam will have to tell Rena what he is doing. 
Liam stumbled through the stairs and with a jump from the 10 stars at the last Liam was now on the ground. Rena came out of the kitchen. Liam looked at her as she came. Liam'sheart started running. He thought that he is gone now. 
I am a goner now.
"Don't' do that!" Rena shouted at Liam, "Don't just jump from the stairs like that!"
"Ah? Sorry?"
Then Rena went inside the kitchen. Wait for what? Did she go inside? Means she just came out of the kitchen at the sound of Liam jumping? That was strange! She didn't hear the bell?
<That book and that quest is just for you, Rena or Ava will not be able to hear it or see you doing it> 
HUH? This is cool. Liam ran to the door. He opened the door and there he saw no one. No one was standing at the door. No one. Liam wondered what happened. He was disappointed. He moved his gaze down and saw tath. The book was on the ground! So this is what it meant when it said- 'At your doorstep?' wow! This system men's words word to word. No idioms or metaphors?
Lim took the book. A glance like a thief in the kitchen then at Rena who was not visible because of the walls. Liam felt assured. He ran to his room upstairs.
The mobile was in Liam's' Pocket and the books as in Liam's hands. He was trying to hide the book as he ran upstairs from Rena even after knowing that she won't be able to see him bring that book. 
"That was close," Liam clicked close the door of his room behind him. Then Liam threw himself on the bed. He held the book in his hands. The book was not open. It was in a brown envelop. A brown envelope and then there was the book inside it. Liam was able to see and feel the book inside. The hardback book. Without delay Liam tear open the envelope and the book was in Liam's hand.
The blue cover of the book with that hardback. Aim as thrilled does hold that heavy book in his hands with the smell of those old pages flowing in the air which Liam loves. The smell just by bringing one book then it is not imaginable how much aurora will be filled in the room if he Liam brings more books?
The first thing after opening the book Liam did was to tear the thin plastic cover that was on the book, the second thing on his list that. Hetubed the pages directly to the last back. Not the synopsis that is on the back of the book but the last page.
'Ah? There are only 258 pages? It is good!'
"I will be able to finish this book in I guess, it is 258 then it will take me..." Liam thought for some time and then declared- "Okay It will be done in 4 to 4.3 hours!" Liam cried in happiness. But what a monstrous speed he has got for reading.
He had been reading since he was in 5th grade. All the literature. The plays of William, motivation by Dale Carnegie and, any more. 
"I will be able to finish until I get a call from Rena for dinner,"



It took me time... to figure out that this mobile is an RPG System! I can't believe I can level up in real life like it is a real-life VR Game. But, why does this System brings the Undead in front of us and wants us to finish them? We can't kill them.... right?
Only if we complete all the Quests assigned by this Paranormal System, it says it will help us find our parents. I wanna find them but right now I just wanna Level Up!
I kept getting Quests to kill the Undead or to save someone from the undead, etc. I was leveling up quite well too. Until this one day... when my elder sister left aboard for her studies and my friend dropped the System from her hands- like seriously?! The mobile fell, its screen shattered and..... the system rebooted. Yeah, now we gotta do everything from the start.
We started our first year at the high school... everything was fine since I was not getting any quests to complete till this day:
[Find fellow System users in your school.]
We all System users gathered. Everyone from different classes, and different... Races. We started getting the same Quests, we started working together but with different goals. 
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The bell rang dismissing classes for lunch; it woke up Tirza who had been sleeping peacefully and she began to wail. "Poppy! No woud!" Snape was instantly at her side and lifted her from the playpen. "Hush, its okay, daddy's here." Still holding Molly, Tirza cuddled against Snape's chest. "Are you hungry princess?" Tirza nodded enthusiastically. "Ungee! Baby ungee peez!" Snape kissed her head and they left the classroom. Tirza struggled against him and Snape finally set her down and took her hand. Holding Molly by the hair, Tirza toddled along slowly beside him. "It will take us an hour to get there if you don't let me carry you," Snape told her. "No warry," Tirza replied stubbornly. "Professor!" someone shouted behind them. Snape and Tirza both turned to see Draco hurry towards them. "Ducky!" Tirza shouted happily. Snape chuckled as Draco rolled his eyes at his new nickname. "Can I hold her Professor?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Why are suddenly so kind towards my daughter Mr. Malfoy?" Draco shrugged. "Look at her; she's... cute!" Tirza started wiggling and trying to pull her hand free from Snape's. "Ducky warry! Peez!" "Is it alright Professor?" Snape nodded and Draco picked up the wiggling little girl. "Tis Mowy," she said, holding the lion out towards him. "I would refuse if I were you Mr. Malfoy, she's been drooling all over that thing," Snape warned. "No," Draco told her. Tirza wrinkled her little face into a nasty scowl. "Tis Mowy!" she ordered. "Baby kiss Molly," Snape told her. Instantly the scowl was gone, replaced by a smile and Tirza slobbered on the lion's face again. "Cute dress kid," Draco told her as they continued down the hallway. "Baby pwitty," she replied, nodding her head. Even with Tirza being carried, they arrived in the Great Hall as everyone else was already sitting. By now most of the school knew of what happened to Tirza and nearly everyone waved at the adorable little girl. Tirza happily waved back, smacking Draco's face several times in her excitement. "Come on princess, let's go eat," Snape said as he took Tirza from Draco. "Bye ducky!" Tirza yelled loudly. Everyone laughed and pointed at Draco; he cringed. Now everyone would probably start calling him ducky!
"My my, aren't we a fancy baby?" McGonagall greeted Snape and Tirza as they approached the table. "Hello to you as well Minerva," Snape said. "Oh Severus! She's just so very sweet that she completely outshines you!" Snape rolled his eyes. "I need some sort of chair for her to sit in, would you hold her for a moment?" McGonagall nodded and Tirza happily went to her. "You look so pretty, honey, do you know that?" Tirza giggled and pointed to her dress. "Pwintis." McGonagall kissed Tirza's cheek. "Yes you are, you sweet little thing." Tirza leaned over and spotted Dumbledore. "Tanta! Tanta!" She dropped Molly and held her arms out to Albus. The kind old wizard happily took the little baby and sat her on his lap. "Ooh (you) tanta! Tanta pretin (present)?" Albus had no trouble understanding her and nodded. "Just a moment darling and you shall have a present." Tirza clapped her hands and bounced on his lap. Albus took his napkin and folded it into a circle. He took out his wand and Tirza watched him, her dark eyes growing wide. He said a spell and the napkin circle was turned into a glittery pink bracelet; he gently slipped it onto her tiny wrist. Tirza stared at it for a moment, then touched it and giggled! She leaned up and wrapped her arms around Albus' neck and gave him a slobbery kiss. "Tayooh Tanta!" "May I hold you dear?" Sybill Trelawney asked. Tirza peeked around Dumbledore and stared at her. Tirza wrinkled her nose, pointed at Sybill and spit. "NO!" she shouted. Sybill was very insulted and turned away. Flitwick approached Tirza. "How about me? Can I hold you?" Tirza looked at Flitwick's long beard and than at Dumbledore's. "Tanta?" she pointed to Dumbledore. "Tanta?" she pointed to Flitwick. "Pretin tanta?" Flitwick smiled and gathered Tirza in his arms. "Of course you will get another present; pretty little girls must always have many presents." Tirza giggled. Within moments, a napkin was turned into a glittery gold crown that perfectly accented Tirza's dark curls. (Okay people, what is Flitwick's first name? Has it even been mentioned in the books? LOL, so I'm probably idiotic, but forgive me! Have pity on my poor brain!) Just then Hagrid entered the Great Hall and Tirza watched him with wide eyes. "'Cuse me headmaster, had me some trouble with a few of the blast end skrewts (did I spell that right?)." Albus nodded. "Of course; have you met out guest of honor?" Hagrid looked toward Tirza, who was attempting to tell Flitwick to give Molly a crown as well. "Well, if'n it ain't a little princess," Hagrid said, smiling at Tirza. Tirza wrinkled her nose at him for a moment. "Yient! Fee tie ooh tum!" she announced happily. "Ain't you a bright one! Bet you'd like ter come and see me animals?" Tirza's face lit up. "Yamimals?"

"No, she would not," Severus said, coming up behind them. "She will not be playing with any of your animals Hagrid; she'll be staying with me so I can keep an eye on her." He turned to Flitwick, who handed Tirza back to him. "Time to eat now princess." Dumbledore chuckled. "Princess," he said under his breath. Snape noticed the bracelet and crown. "Where did those come from?" Tirza giggled and pointed at Dumbledore. "Tantas!" Snape looked confused. "She thinks Flitwick and I are Santa Clauses; of course we could not disappoint the sweet thing, so we gave her some presents," Dumbledore explained. A house elf suddenly appeared beside Snape. "Kind and wise Dumbledore tell us special food for little missy," the elf explained. "Where little missy?" Snape pointed to Tirza. "Oh, little missy is VERY little missy!" The elf handed the plate to Snape and left. Tirza was now settled into a chair whose arms wrapped around the little girl, gently holding her and the chair was scooted up to the table to serve as a tray. Snape looked over the contents of the plate; peas, a slice of bread cut into tiny pieces, chocolate pudding, and a piece of meat cut very tiny. He nodded, thinking the food would be just fine, and placed the plate in front of her. Tirza looked skeptically at the things on her plate and than looked at Snape, who was eating his own meal, not paying much attention to her. She gingerly picked up a piece of bread and put it in her mouth; she decided that was good and turned to pick up a pea. Tirza's little button nose wrinkled in disgust and she took the pea out of her mouth and set it back on the plate. The meat received the same reaction, but the chocolate pudding passed with flying colors. Tirza stuck her hand in the pudding, than pulled it out and began licking it. After carefully licking her hand, she took another bit of bread. Bread of course is not nearly as exciting as chocolate pudding, so she turned her attention back to that, once again putting her hand in it. McGonagall laughed and nudged Snape. "Look," she told him. Snape looked at his daughter licking pudding form her hand and shook his head. "Tirza, do not do that!" he scolded.

Tirza did not like to be scolded and felt that she could eat her pudding any way she wanted! After all, wasn't she a princess? She stuck her tongue out at Snape and threw a piece of meat at him. "Tirza Jade, you stop that!" She ignored him and turned back to licking her hand; Snape shook his head and decided she really wasn't hurting anyone so he might as well let her be. The pudding soon was gone; a majority of it made it inside her mouth, but some ended up smeared all over her face as well as the table cloth. Tirza looked at the food left on her plate and giggled. She grabbed as many peas as her tiny hands could and began smearing them on the table cloth. She giggled at the "paint" and used her finger to draw in the mess of peas and pudding. After creating a masterpiece she reached for more peas and this time threw them at Snape, giggling. They didn't go as far as she hoped and she angrily threw her plate at him, which went much farther and smacked Snape's head. "Bloody hell!" he swore loudly. Tirza giggled. "Wody hell!" she repeated. Snape rolled his eyes. 'Probably how it all started the first time,' he though. "Wody hell!" she yelled and giggled. "Wody hell!" "I've created a monster," Snape moaned to McGonagall. McGonagall could only laugh at the chocolate and green mess that covered Tirza as well as part of the table. "Tirza, you will not throw food!" Snape scolded. She scowled at him and threw a nearby piece of bread at him. "Wody hell!" she shouted triumphantly. "I mean it young lady," Snape said, his temper rising. She continued to fling bread slices at him and the rest of the staff offered absolutely no help; they were enjoying it too much to be of help! Tirza giggled at the scowl on Snape's face. Snape was not amused and grabbed both her hands and looked her in the eye. "Tirza Jade Snape, no throwing food!" he shouted. "Wody hell! Tupid poppy!" she yelled, a scowl matching his own on her face. "Tupid poppy!" Snape was speechless for a moment; had she really just called him stupid? In front of the whole school? "Tupid tupid tupid wody hell!" she repeated. Snape said the spell to release the chairs arms form holding her and grabbed Tirza. "Lunch is over young lady!" She started kicking and screaming as he carried her towards the door of the Great Hall. Snape carried her kicking and screaming all the way to his chambers.

Snape was in the bathroom, the water running, attempting to wash Tirza's face when there was a knock on the door. Not in the mood and rather busy at the moment to get up and open the door, he called for the person to come in. Tirza continued to scream as he tried to wash her little face. "Almost sounds like you're murdering her Professor." Snape looked behind him and saw Hermione. "Miss Granger, what is it you need?" She shook her head. "Tirza dropped her lion and I thought she might want it." Tirza continued to wiggle and scream and Snape was getting another headache. "Um would you like some help?" Hermione asked. Snape nodded and handed the messy baby to her. Hermione sat down and took the washcloth from Snape and gently pulled Tirza onto her lap. "This is the way we wash our face, wash our face, wash our face," Hermione sang softly. She alternated gently wiping Tirza's little face and tickling her tummy. Snape watched the whole procedure wondering why Tirza would sit still and be quiet for her and not for him. Several minutes later, Tirza's face was clean; Hermione kissed her clean cheek and stood up. "She needs to be changed," she told Snape. "I know, I'll go get another outfit." Hermione shook her head. "Not just that, her nappy needs to be changed." Snape cringed and Hermione laughed. "You touch leeches and dead spiders; a nappy isn't bad compared to that." Snape highly doubted it; he carried Tirza into her room and wondered what to do next. "You've never changed a nappy, have you?" "Aren't you a bright one," Snape sneered. Hermione ignored his comment; even if he was nasty and deserved to have a big messy nappy; Hermione cared about Tirza and wouldn't let Snape's uncertainty make her miserable. "Here, I'll show you," Hermione said. Snape handed Tirza to her. "I'll need another nappy, a pin, a cloth and several wipes," she instructed. Snape nodded and found the requested items. Hermione spread the old towel he had given her on the floor and laid Tirza on top of it. Within minutes, Tirza's messy nappy had been replaced by a fresh one that Hermione pinned securely with a large safety pin. Snape had watched the process with a look of sheer horror on his face. "That is one of the most disgusting things I've ever seen. I cannot believe a person has to do that." Hermione laughed. "You get used to it eventually. Anyways, I am going to wash my hands and than go to my next class." Snape nodded. "Thank you for your help," he choked out. Hermione nodded and headed for the bathroom. Snape looked at Tirza, who was now sitting up in her messy dress. "You certainly had fun, I'm sure." Tirza giggled and Snape began to unbutton her dress. "I feel bad for the house elf that has to clean that," he said as he threw it into the hamper. Tirza now sat on his lap in nothing but a nappy, smiling at him. Snape smiled back; he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so young or so happy. It surprised him the way he was actually enjoying two-year-old Tirza. 'How unfortunate it that it has to wear off,' he thought.

Tirza was once again sitting in her playpen in Snape's classroom. The students were diligently working on their studies and her father was sitting at his desk, correcting papers as usual. Now clad in a blue sundress that featured a large image of Tigger and Pooh on the front and a white sweater to keep her warm; Tirza picked up the blue crayon. "Boo," she said to herself. She looked at the crayon and than at her dress, her little mind registering the fact that they were the same color. "Poppy ook!" Snape glanced over in her direction. Tirza held up a blue crayon. "Boo!" she announced, than pointed to her dress. "Boo!" Snape smiled. "Yes, your crayon and your dress are both blue; what a smart baby!" Tirza giggled and turned her attention to her coloring book, attacking it once again. She happily scribbled a page with the blue crayon and grabbed the yellow one next, adding even more scribbles to the page. "Pwitty," she announced. Tirza ripped the page out of her book and picked the green crayon and attacked the next page. Snape was relieved that for the moment she seemed occupied; she was fun, but she was a lot a lot of work! He kept his attention on grading as Tirza continued to attack pages and than rip them from the book. After scribbling and tearing out nearly ten pages, Tirza was bored with her Winnie the Pooh coloring book. Her dark eyes caught sight of the rows of books on the shelves next to her playpen, her curiosity peaked. Standing in the playpen on her little tip toes; she stretched her chubby little arms towards the bookcase and grabbed the first book that she could reach. She giggled and let the book fall inside her playpen and reached for another, and another, and another. After four books fell into her playpen, Tirza sat back down and struggled to pull the first heavy book over to her. She opened the hard cover and carelessly pushed the pages; several pages were smudged, bent or ripped by the time she stopped. She grabbed her green crayon and began to draw on the page; sure the book had no pictures, but that didn't matter because she could add her own! When finished with that page, she ripped it out as she had done with the others and turned to another, choosing the pink crayon. This time she left the page in the book and attacked another with the gold crayon, giggling all the while. Snape continued to pay attention to his papers, completely oblivious that Tirza was coloring and ripping pages from his precious potion books.

Tirza was on the third book before anyone noticed that she was no longer playing with her coloring book. "Um Professor?" a first year Ravenclaw said, raising her hand. Snape looked up and the girl continued. "I think the baby's coloring in your books." Snape quickly strode to Tirza's playpen; sure enough colored pages of potion books were strewn around the playpen. Snape stood there for a moment, his eyes closed, trying VERY hard to control himself. He loved his books; they were almost as precious to him as his cauldrons! "Poppy," Tirza said. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Tirza held out a page about truth potions that was now decorated in black crayon. Snape grabbed the page from her and gathered her crayons and any pages in the playpen. "My books, ruined," he moaned. Most of the students rolled their eyes; to them, the books were just books. "You do NOT PLAY with my BOOKS!" he shouted. Tirza's lower lip began to quiver and her eyes welled up with tears and she began to cry. The girls in the class shot nasty looks at Snape behind his back; it was bad enough that he was mean to them, let alone a little baby! Tirza curled into a ball and sobbed; all of Snape's anger and frustration melted away at her heart wrenching sobs. After all, they were just books. She struggled as he lifted her out of the playpen, slapping at him with little balled up fists. He gently rocked her back and forth in his arms. "Ooh mwean! Ooh woud," she sobbed into his shoulder. Snape sat at his desk and kissed her head. "I'm sorry I was loud sweetheart." She looked up at him, tears running down her face. "Baby tupid?" she asked. He gently wiped her face and kissed her cheek. "No, baby is not stupid. It is bad though to ruin daddy's books." Tirza looked very confused. "Baby bad?" she started to cry again and Snape tried to think of a better way to explain it. He tipped her chin up and wiped her face again. "You're a good girl Tirza, but no books, alright?" She stopped crying and wiped her nose on Snape's robe; he inwardly grimaced but said nothing. "Pway dig tooks?" she innocently asked. Snape shook his head. "No, no books." Tirza nodded. "Dood baby?" Snape hugged her tight. "Yes, you are a good baby." Tirza wrapped her little arms around his neck. "Wuv ooh poppy," she told him. Snape smiled and cuddled her close. "I love you too."

The return of the angel dreams wasn't as negative as the last time, but they were still unsettling for Jasmine as she couldn't figure out why she was having them. She had even tried steering her mind away from them proactively last night by thinking of dragons as she went to sleep.  

Still, they came and left her pondering them as she brushed her teeth that morning and went through the rest of her morning routine. She only remembered her homework, classes, and that the judges would be showing up today for the art contest as she stood at the bus stop closest to her house in the neighborhood. 

As the yellow behemoth of a vehicle rounded the corner and came to the stop, she greeted the bus driver with a nod of acknowledgement to their, "Good Morning," as she boarded. Finding a seat, she tossed her backpack up against the side closest to the window, unzipped it and thumbed through the folders she had for her various subjects, verifying that she hadn't left her homework behind. 

By the time the school bus pulled up to the curb out front of the school, Jasmine had banished the thoughts about the dream from her mind. Disembarking the bus, she glanced at the number on the side of the bus that had followed them into the drop off zone.  

It wasn't the one that Liliana would take, if she had chosen to ride the bus, so Jasmine headed to the double doors, following the stream of her fellow students who were also early arrivals.  

Ever since that Monday, Jasmine had been catching herself checking for her friend's arrival for it wasn't a matter of if Alan would act up, but when and which of them would be the target.  

Finding a seat on one of the attached benches at the long tables within the cafeteria, she retrieved her sketchbook from her bag along with a felt-tipped pen that she favored for inking her sketches. She flipped through the pages to find the kimono girl and began killing time, carefully tracing lines and erasing stray chicken scratch pencil marks so she could photocopy it for her friend. 

Liliana found her and after a short exchange, they headed down the long hall that branched away from the cafeteria to find their classrooms.  

In between breaks in classes, free time after a quiz in one of her morning classes and pretending to take notes while teachers lectured, Jasmine managed to finish inking the sketch by lunchtime. So, her first stop after hearing the lunch bell, was the library to visit the photocopier there.  

She ran off two copies. One for her to give to Liliana at lunch and the other to hold onto for in case her friend asks for another copy.  

Liliana wasn't exactly good at keeping track of paperwork.  

As she left the library, she passed the doors to the room the school had chosen to hold the gallery at and noticed that one of the doors was open. Inside, she could see the school counselor along with another teacher and a couple of adults she didn't recognize. 'The judges,' she guessed.  

They walked around carrying clipboards and would stop in front of each piece, check something off on what she assumed was a list, then continue. Although she was interested in knowing what the results would be, Jasmine knew that she shouldn't loiter at the door, thus continued her way towards the cafeteria. 
 
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In the cafeteria, Liliana was being her usual self and played the role of a minor social butterfly. Flipping back some of the long blonde curls of her hair that had fallen towards her face as she returned to her seat at the long table, she listened in to the few classmates who tended to sit with her at the table.  

She was aware of the thoughts and opinions her peers held for her. It wasn't that she was stupid. The truth of the matter was nearly the opposite.  

Liliana Kane had been born with a gift and this gift was the secret she guarded the most. She had a form of extrasensory perception (ESP) that tended to be more of a distraction than a boon, for she had to exert a great amount of mental energy to stay in control enough to hide it. The gift, which she viewed as a curse, was a form of precognition.  

Most people would see an ability to glimpse into the future as an easy way to get whatever they want. Want to be rich? Just look to the future for the winning numbers of the lotto! Want power? Respond appropriately to the future opportunities revealed and climb up!  

Thus, people could be split into two major groups. The users and abusers being the first, who would believe and seek such abilities to serve their interests. The second group were the dissenters and non-believers who would regularly call any type of fortune-telling as a scam and on occasion, would seek to harm such businesses or the ability users, themselves.  

The only saving grace for Liliana was that the ability didn't really wake until she was in pre-school, and the first time she referred to a vision, it was discounted by bother her peers and the adults around her. So, statements like, "You are going to get hurt," and "You are going to be sick," were played off as just a warning from a peer who was speaking on the principles of cause and effect. 
It took just a few times of her peers arguing back at her as well as their claims that she cursed them that had caused her stop mentioning them. Afterall, at that age, she wasn't sure if they were right and that she was unknowingly cursing them by making a self-fulfilling prophecy.  

This was when the gift was first awakening. Now, it was another matter entirely!  

For as it grew stronger, she would perceive that there were more options and came to understand that there was no fixed path. Divining the future was a practice of measuring the sheer amount of options a person had at any given point in time and the statistical possibility that they would make every turn or choice necessary to arrive at that destination.  

It was like looking at a tree and standing on the trunk. Some branches were closer, while others were distant. You could choose to go out on a limb, but then there would be several splits off from that branch with some being a dead end.  

However, Liliana's gift was sporadic and nearly uncontrollable. It wasn't one where she could pick and choose what she saw, so there was no way to direct it. Nearly every meeting of a person would trigger a glimpse of one of the infinitesimal possible futures of anyone in the vicinity! Her brain would be overloaded, constantly by inane data that was more often irrelevant than relevant!  
This was the challenge. Suppressing those mini-visions and still having the energy to focus on studies, thus her scatter-brained appearance was the result. Her borderline passing of classes through the years was also a result of this constant internal battle. 

However, Liliana had found a sanctuary in this chaotic space within Jasmine. This led her to being blindsided a few times over the years she had known her friend, because it seemed that every event that Jasmine was involved with, was a surprise.  

Jasmine just never appeared in the predicted possibilities. It was curious and sometimes frustrating, but Liliana couldn't get upset with Jasmine for the anomaly in her ability. Instead, it provided a little bit of normalcy and excitement to Liliana's life, so she chose to keep this friend around her as it made her curious as to what the future had in store for Jasmine. 
 
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The cafeteria was noisy with the chatter of students and faculty alike, which made Jasmine regret leaving the peace of the library, but she still needed to hand off the copy of the sketch to her friend. Liliana happily received it and chatted with the classmates that she was acquainted with at the lunch table while Jasmine joined the line to get some food. 

The cafeteria's food was far from being able to compare to any decent restaurant, but they at least provided options for those who didn't bring anything from home for lunch. Jasmine accepted her tray and paid for the few choices she had made in the line and joined her friend in time to listen to the other's complain about a quiz in a subject that she hadn't gotten to yet. 

Using this bit of forewarning, she pulled out the relevant textbook and skimmed over the material they mentioned was on the quiz. At the end of the lunch period, Liliana handed back the homework she had borrowed from Jasmine, which she put away along with the textbook and they headed to class. 

The afternoon classes were predictable. Jasmine and Liliana took the quiz that they had heard about at lunch, turned in their homework assignments to the respective classes, and reached the end of the day school bell without issue. Splitting up at where the school buses picked up passengers, they parted ways to go home.  

Other than the anticipated question about homework from Krystal, which Jasmine got to answer no, time passed quietly for her once she got to her room. She spent this time coloring in the second copy of the sketch after deciding that she could just run off another copy for Liliana, if needed. 
Dinner came and with just her father and sister present, there was nothing remarkable to the meal or the discussion at the table. So, she was able to bathe and get ready for bed a little earlier.  
The whole day was like the calm before the storm.

Life is but a waking dream. 

What if dreams are real? You dream you are someone else, but in truth, you are living one of your other lives when you dream.  Then in that case, which one is the real you?

Jasmine is an ordinary teenage girl. Not very religious, not very academically inclined. In fact, her only talent seems to be  an overactive imagination and the arts. Yet, is it really her imagination gone wild or are her dreams seem a little too vivid and coincidental?

Dreams of a celestial war between angels and demons that seem to be around the time before Lucifer's fall from heaven are just some of the things she experiences. There are also the dreams of dragons, magic and unknown worlds, but when tragedy strikes and she finds herself in the form of Japanese shrine maiden who has been dreaming of her life and shares some of the same dreams that she has had.... wait a minute, what is going on here?

As I run past the man I feel his arms take hold of me pinning me to him as he picks me up.

"Let go of me! My father will kill you!" I scream. I kick at him but he holds me tightly. "He's the Alpha!"

The man kneels down and I feel my feet touch earth. He continues to hold me tight. Eventually he loosens his grip not enough to free me just enough that he can look me in the eye.

"Your father is gone." The man tells me.

"No!" I yell at him. I swing as hard as I can punching the man in the chest. "I don't believe you!" I didn't see Daddy but he is a strong wolf! An Alpha! No way he is dead! 

I feel the tears run down my face as I look around. Fire, rubble, and death... everyone is gone. I fall into the man sobbing. I can't fight any more. My pack is dead. The man picks me up again carrying me to his car. 

"What's your name little guy?" He asks. I have a hard time making words through my tears.

"B... Bray... Brayden." I stammer gripping his shirt.

"Hello Brayden... I'm Alpha Aaron... I'm gonna take care of you." He says.

I just cry. I can't say anything. He tries to put me in the back seat of his car but I pull myself up so my arms are around his neck.

"No! Don't leave me! Please Alpha!" I don't know why... maybe because he is Alpha... or because he promised to care for me but I trust him. I'm scared. He can't leave me alone. What if they come back?

"Shhhh buddy... you're gonna be okay. I won't let anyone hurt you." He hugs me patting my back.

"Don't leave me!" I beg holding him tightly.

"Ok. Ok... I won't leave you... I have more to do here tho. Can you walk on your own Bray?" I nod and he sets me down. I grip his hand tightly. "Gather the elders and the adults." He says to the other man. We walk to the field on the south end of our land. A few of the adults were gathered. I recognize them but the only one I know by name is Mr. Richard.

"Evening." The Alpha says to the group. "I would like to discuss the future of your pack." I am hidden behind him. He pulls me in front of him with his hands on my shoulders. I hear my pack gasp when they see me.

"Brayden! Come here boy!" Mr. Richard calls. I look up to the Alpha. He may be an elder in my pack but the Alpha is now the ranking wolf. "Now boy!" His tone scars me and I subconsciously back into the Alpha. He squats down to eye level with me.

"Go ahead Brayden.. they want to make sure you're ok." The Alpha says.

"But you said you won't leave me! You'd take care of me! Please Alpha!" I'm drawn to him. Probably because he's Alpha. Daddy said the pups are drawn to him because he is.. was Alpha.

The Alpha sighs and stands up.

"You have three options. One you move south and join my pack." I see the adults are not fond of that option. A few of them even growl. "Two I can leave you to fend for yourselves. Without an Alpha you will become Rouge. Or I can send a few of my pack to protect you and help you rebuild. I will protect your pack until Brayden comes of age. I will raise him and teach him to be a strong Alpha. When he turns twenty I will return him to you as your Alpha."

"Why would you do that? No Alpha takes in another Alphas pup! How do we know you won't just kill him so he can't challenge your pups?" One of them asks.

"I have no mate... no pups... he will be returned to you before that becomes an issue. If I wanted to kill the boy I would have by now. It is your choice but I won't leave him to die with you should you refuse my help." The Alpha says.

The adults talk to each other a while. I feel myself getting tired. I am dizzy. I guess I haven't fully recovered from the attack. I stumble backwards and the Alpha catches me picking me up. I rest my head on his shoulder.

"We accept your terms... Brayden is our Alpha... train him will." Mr. Richard says.

"I plan to." The Alpha responds. I fall asleep as he carries me away.

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I wake up in a big bed. I sink into the middle. I sit up and look around. Where am I? Daddy? Momma?... Oh... I remember what happened and start to cry.

"Hay hay hay... come here pup." The Alpha runs in pulling me into his arms. "Shhh Bray... you're safe... I got you."

"Alpha?" I look up to him.

"Yea Bray I'm here." He responds.

"Is momma dead too?" I ask.

"Yea pup... the only adults left are the ones you saw yesterday." He tells me.

"Bellas gone too... I'm all alone." I cry as he holds me rocking back and forth.

"You know... my family's gone too... we can a be family if you want... the Alpha orphans." Family he wants to be my family. I hug my new Alpha. "You can call me Aaron if that helps." He says hugging me back.

"Ari." I say. He laughs.

"Alright pup... just to you I'll be Ari." He pulls away and tosules my hair. "Come on... they're serving breakfast at the pack house."

I jump up and take his hand as he leads me to the pack house. This place is massive. Houses line a street ending at a mansion Ari calls the pack house. Woods surround the houses. Wolves walk around casually. The pack house is full of people.

"How big is your pack?" I ask amazed by the number of people here.

"A little over 600... this is the largest pack in north America... possibly the world." My jaw drops. Ari is the most powerful Alpha in the world and he took me in!

"Wow!" I gasp.

"Yea." He laughs. "I guess that can be a little overwhelming... eat up pup."

Ari loads a plate for himself and me. We sit at the table and I feel all eyes on me.

"Everyone is staring." I whisper.

"Yea... they always stare at me." He says. I'm not sure its him they are staring at.

"Why?" I ask. He is there Alpha... if it is him they are looking at they should respect him but it looks more like they are sizing him up.

"I'm 19... you don't prove yourself a true Alpha until your 20... they are trying to figure out if I am really Alpha." He explains.

"But you are!" I can feel his power. It is like Daddy but stronger. He is an Alpha.

"Yea... I know... the pack however demands proof." He sighs. "In a few months there will be no doubt."

"Sooo... what do I do now?" I ask. I know he's Alpha and probably has alot of work to do.

"Loads of pups around... you can go play." He says.

"But... I don't know them." I whisper. Ari lowers his face to mine.

"You can't get to know them hanging around me." He whispers. I look around. I don't want to leave him. Ari laughs as he stands up. "Come on pup let's go."

We end up in a kind of game room full of toys and games and TVs. 

"I gotta work Bray... you can stay here or pick something to take to my office." Ari says watching me. I look around the room. "Really?" He asks as I come back to him with a stack of Doctor Seuss and coloring books. I nod. "Alright let's go." He takes my stack and some crayons. I grab his free hand as he leads me to his office.

I set up a nest in front of the couch in the office. A few pillows and a blanket wound up fitting me perfectly. I drop my books in the nest and settle in. Ari is sitting at his desk. I open up one of the books and begin flipping pages. After a while Ari stops working.

"Can you read pup?" He asks looking up from his papers.

"Yea... well... kinda... Daddy taught me lots of words." Ari laughs

"Read one to me." He says.

"This one my favorite... it makes you sound funny." I open the book. "F..o..x so..ks (it comes out more like soaks.) B..o..x K..n..o..x (the K was not silent in the reading.)" I begin to read. Ari smiles.

"You know you can't read Suess without a proper fort." He stands up and walks over to me. He pulls the cousins off the sofa making a fort with them and draping a blanket over it. "Now!" He says crawling in. "Give me that book." I jump in after him. Culing up to his side I hand him the book.

"Fox socks box Knox. Knox in box. Fox in socks. Knox on fox in socks in box." He continues to read the book as fast as he can never stumbling over the tongue twiters. "Fox in socks, our game is done, sir. Thank you for a lot of fun, sir."

I hear clapping from outside our fort.

"So Little Aaron can read!" A man's voice says. Ari climbs out of the fort. "Guess you just can't read reports on your pack. You limited to kids books boy?"

"No Beta James. I can read just fine... and its Alpha." Ari says.

"I know what you are Aaron... I'm trying to help you boy. Alot of people question your leadership. You need to earn the title of Alpha. Do it before you turn twenty. Earn the respect of your people now and they will love you forever." The man puts a hand on the back of Ari's neck. "I love you boy... you are ten times the Alpha your father was... but you are young and will be challenged until the day you prove yourself... these next few months will be trying. You don't have time for stories with pups!" Ari looks down at me.

"Sorry Ari." I say looking at my shoes. 

"No! Don't be sorry pup." He kneels in front of me. "I'm not... I want to be an Alpha that cares fore people. One who leads well, with love. One who knows his people. One who is respected and loved... not feared!" I think he was talking more to the man than me. He stands up and faces the man pulling me to his side. 

"I took this pup on. He is my responsibility. Mine to raise. My work will be done. I know what's going on in the pack! I know the people question me! I know near by packs are poised to attack! I know we are in danger! There will be war soon! But panicking and reading files won't change that! It won't prepare me for what is to come!" Ari turns away running a hand through his hair.

"I can't control what they do James... they are a few days out and we will be ready. I've pulled everyone back close to home. Patrols are set double. Pups are kept in the pack house. Warriors are on the ready. I will lead them. I will protect our home. I AM Alpha! Soon enough the pack will see that." Ari leads me out the door.

"Goodnight Alpha." the man says as we leave.

Ari leads me to the stairs and we ascend the staircase. He takes me down a hallway and stops in front of a door.

"I need you to stay here in the pack house, Brayden... Mrs. Jones is just down the hall if you need anything." He says.

"But Ari..."

"Don't question me pup!" He cuts me off. I flinch away from him. He drops to one knee. "Hay... I'm sorry Bray... I'm trying to protect you." He puts a hand to the back of my neck dipping his head down so our foreheads meet. "I'll be here if you need me. Just get Mrs. Jones and I'll be here in minutes. I'm not leaving you Bray."

He opens the door and puts me in the bed. He tucks me in and bids me goodnight.

"Thank you, Ari... Night." He pauses at my doorway a moment as I say this then he leaves closing the door.

Pack destroyed. Father dead, mother dead, sister dead. Little Brayden is left alone. If it weren't for the teenage Alpha that finds him and takes him in.

Story excerpt 

As I run past the man I feel his arms take hold of me pinning me to him as he picks me up.

"Let go of me! My father will kill you!" I scream. I kick at him but he holds me tightly. "He's the Alpha!"

The man kneels down and I feel my feet touch earth. He continues to hold me tight. Eventually he loosens his grip not enough to free me just enough that he can look me in the eye.

"Your father is gone." The man tells me.

"No!" I yell at him. I swing as hard as I can punching the man in the chest. "I don't believe you!" I didn't see Daddy but he is a strong wolf! An Alpha! No way he is dead! 

I feel the tears run down my face as I look around. Fire, rubble, and death... everyone is gone. I fall into the man sobbing. I can't fight any more. My pack is dead. The man picks me up again carrying me to his car. 

"What's your name little guy?" He asks. I have a hard time making words through my tears.

"B... Bray... Brayden." I stammer gripping his shirt.

"Hello Brayden... I'm Alpha Aaron... I'm gonna take care of you." He says.





This is backstory for Brayden from my book Alpha Lilly. This story runs from before Alpha Lilly until part way through Orphan Wolf so spoilers are certain for those books. I'd suggest reading them first but you don't have to.

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