age= int(input(“请输入你重启人生后的年龄：”))
   if age=18：print（“重生元年。”）
elif age=19：print（“家族分割。”）
elif age=20：print（“请把尊严还给大学生。”）
elif age=21：print（“耀眼的紫微星。”）
elif age=22：print（“家国情怀。”）
elif age=23：print（“大国崛起的时代。”）
elif age=24：print（“ 我辈当自强。”）
            else：print（“奋斗，奋斗，奋斗。”)

PS：书友说我的简介不好，像是小白文。那就修改吧，这下应该不白了吧？

This is a true life story written with the permission of the protagonist, though conversations would be fictional.

A story about a man's life and his biggest turning point.

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.

There were several topics of concern for me as I checked some information in the magical archives before moving to the Law and Records section for some facts and numbers. 

My assigned quest was just not to spy on the conference but to figure out what exactly was plaguing Gaellia to warrant an AI partner that claims the world needed to be "saved." Any number of threats can wreak havoc on a world: socio-political, agriculturally, natural disasters, man-made disasters, et cetera.

What was definite, at this moment, was that the crops were at an all-time high and so were the attacks from monsters. 

Pausing once I found the records I was looking for, I checked my HUD. For the first time, I voluntarily focused on the little scroll on the lower-left corner of my vision to open up the Quest menu. 

It unscrolled smoothly before the window took up half my vision, translucency preventing the menu from blinding me. Thankfully, 37 also figured out how to use sprites, colors, and templates because the menu was a nice soothing forest-green hue instead of acid-green.

<Main Quest | Side Missions>
<‣Find out what is happening on Gaellia.>
<↳Listen to the discussions happening in the Emergency Conference. ☐>
<✓ Sneak into the meeting hall.>
<✓ Spy on meeting without being discovered.>
<↳Talk with Program A-42 and Partner. ⌧>
<✓ Meet with them.>
<✘ Talk.>
<✘ Negotiate.>
<New!↳Research effects of Gaellian Mana-Flow.>
<New!↳Research potential consequences of political unrest from missing dignitaries.>

37 seemed to have revised the Quest log based on how I was going about completing the quest. 

Focusing on the Side Missions tab, I saw a new list with the usual dailies and chores (and random hunting tasks) that I was sure was created by 37's sensors; some of them were so typically RPGesque it wasn't even funny.

Closing the menu, I looked over the yield records of crops over the decades to check for any suspicious numbers and patterns. Mentally noting significant years, I returned the records back to where they belonged before searching out Elin.

I could, of course, look for monster activity through history books. But why do so when Elin had the entire history section memorized in that brain of hers?

"Good evening, Nori," Elin greeted when I found her. She wasn't wearing her cotton gloves, suggesting she was probably done with work for the evening. The young woman adjusted her glasses before gesturing for me to follow. "I was just heading home. I suppose you're going to hole up in this building again?"

"Yep! See, I got distracted by the local discussions happening and got curious about why there is an emergency conference," I readily admitted to the shorter bookworm. "I wanted to ask you a question about it, actually. Questions."

"You and everyone else," was her wry comment as she opened a storage closet and pulled out a short cape and a leather suitcase. Elin shoved the bag toward me and I obligingly became her temporary luggage rack as she pulled on the navy cape and donned a pair of feminine ash-blue suede gloves that matched her bow. "What did you want to ask?"

Listing the dates I recalled, I then asked, "Were there some increases in injuries and deaths in those years? Or mentions of increased activity with predators and attacks on humans or farm animals?"

Elin paused in smoothing down her shirt back to its pristine state. Hazel eyes locked with mine with a bit of surprise coloring her gaze. "Well. I suppose you wouldn't be bad at research; that is more specific than others had asked so early on."

I just smiled in reply. Not like being able to read at nearly two thousand words per minute should be wasted. And that was with full comprehension. My speedreading was only hampered by the turning of pages now.

The numbers 37 calculated for me (when I was bored one day) were kind of crazy but I'm not really complaining. I like to read. The only downside is that I've now officially run out of information to inhale.

The girl took back her briefcase and started heading out of the building; I followed along as she replied.

"There were increases of beasts being infected by Mana Madness in those years, yes. The worst of the years you listed was the one 315 years ago, where a dragon ran rampant along the northern coast of Westria and glassed the area. Only Magdalene the Valiant was able to stop him but perished in doing so. It was a major loss of a heroine for Gaellia; Magdalene was one of the founding members of Crown City."

'Wasn't Magdalene the Valiant a dragoon?'

[Yes.]

Okay, that was odd. What were the chances of that rampaging dragon being her partner—and this wasn't relevant at the moment. Another time.

Focusing back on the immediate information, I tried to think of any pattern that might cause the planet's Mana Flow to fluctuate and was unsuccessful. 

"You mentioned questions?" Elin voiced as we stopped at the entrance of the Library. She was pulling on the hood of her cape in her usual meticulous way.

"Well, I was trying to figure out if the fluctuations of the Mana Flow of the planet was a natural phenomenon since it is undoubtedly the increase in mana within the atmosphere that caused crops and plants to thrive along with an increase of susceptibility to Mana Madness by creatures. Can you think of any other natural disaster that might coincide with the increase in mana?"

She pursed her lips. "Usually, small earthquakes and general overactive tremors from the ground precipitates the mana veins leaking into the atmosphere. The confusion of the current situation is that all the signs were missing other than the higher yields of crops and increase in monster activity which could have been put to other reasons."

About to ask another question, I sensed something wrong and changed my words at the last second. Smiling, I waved, "Thanks, Elin. Hope you enjoy your rest."

Elin looked down her nose at me and sniffed. "You tell me that when you should follow your own advice. See you tomorrow."

"Bye-bye!" I singsonged cheekily until she was a distance away, before I turned back into the building.

'Thirty-Seven, what's wrong?'

His distress had bled through, causing my mild alarm.

[I… wasn't sure at first but I just ran another comprehensive scan on my radar. 42's signal disappeared.]

I lifted my head, suddenly alert. 'Disappeared?'

Recalling the other program and partner, I visualized the Harajuku lolita-wannabe. Nineteen years old, maybe five-feet-four-inches tall, wearing a pastel pink and blue frilly lolita dress with flower-print mary janes. Her hair was curled and looked like croissants with the light-brown color, topped with a giant bow. 

The only thing of significance that I noticed when I <Scanned> her was the parasol she carried. It was a growing weapon that absorbed the user's energy with pretty good perks. I figured Miss Princess Syndrome Partner was so egotistic because of said weapon in her hands.

Considering it was getting rather late into the night… 'What exactly did you sense?'

[Before her signal disappeared, she was meeting with another program and partner. The other pair seemed to fade away before 42… simply… cut off from my sensors.]

I glanced around me and made a bee-line to a window, thankful I was walking a hall with access to some. I left the building and flipped onto the roof before I slowly walked back and forth along the rooftop.

I had a bad feeling about this.

Yo. Name's Nori. I'm just an ordinary twenty-year-old university student—really—that woke up transported to this world called Gaellia one day. On my first day, I find myself thrown in jail and met my partner that will travel with me: an AI that I have a telepathic bond with.

[Nori, there are monsters attacking the city.]

Not my problem.

"Big Sis! I bought this dress for you!"

"Bro! Let's head to the gate to see who would get a higher kill count!"

[Nori, if you do this mission, you can read 50,000 words of a new title—]

Ah! Alright already, I get it!


**On hiatus for volume compilation**
***Volume Two being roughed out***
{Note: Written in 1st Person POV. Nori is nonbinary. Romance-free for Nori but lots of misunderstandings happen.}

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."

 

Unsure of how to digest the nugget of shudder inducing information, she said, "Well, that's nice."
Since meeting the Kroger twins, she couldn't shake the feeling of wrongness whenever they were around. While Divinia was an easy read, like a large print book, her brother was the fine print on a prenuptial agreement. He was gorgeous, probably quite charming, and had an accent that would make Elleane turn to pudding at his feet. But something about him, his coolness, his calculated conversations, and his furtive looks made her uneasy. She shuddered despite the warm interior of the drawing room.
To put distance between them, she begged her excuses and walked to Millie and Lady Bleydon. "Pardon me, but where is the...er...water closet?"
Millie replaced her teacup on the tray, and smiled. "These corridors are a maze, why don't I show you?"
Panic coursed through her. She needed time alone. Time to chew on everything she'd been force fed over the last twenty-four hours. "Oh, no, maybe I can ask a servant to help me."
Millie smiled brighter, her expression gracious. "Nonsense, dear. It's no trouble." 
Before she could grudgingly accept Millie's offer, another less appreciated voice piped up. "You should enjoy your tea and conversation, Lady Dunham. I can take her."
Turning to glance at Divinia, Haven was immediately struck with a sense of intent, it poured from the perfectly coiffed woman in waves.
Unable to deny the help without shaming Millie, she accepted.
***
The water closet, basically a tiny bathroom without running water, was a few doors down from the parlor. Done with her business, Haven emerged into the hallway and froze. Divinia was still there, hands behind her back, gaze focused on her, smile wide and chilling.
A prickling danced over her nerves. "Thank you for showing me the way. I needed to freshen up." She dismissed the malevolent woman with a turn of her head.
"I must say, Miss Edwards, you are lovely. You have such unusual coloring for an American aristocrat. Is that a family trait?" Divinia's cool look told her the woman's simple curiosity masked a complicated inquisition.
Fucking inquisitions.
"I didn't say." Her direct answer turned the other woman's predatory smile into a sharp blade above her chin. 
Haven turned up her face, narrowed her eyes, and planted her hands on her hips. "I'm curious, Miss Kroger, how many Americans have you met? Met many of us, have you? So many that you're acquainted with everyone's family heritage? You must be exhausted from having to remember, and then disparage them for not having the same coloring as you." Her saccharine sweet smile dripped poison, and Divinia looked perfectly content to tear Haven's eyes out.
Bring it, bitch.
"Do you have many friends in America, Miss Edwards?" Stepping closer, she leaned in. "I can't believe anyone of upper class relations would allow women of coarse manner and questionable parentage in their circles."
Haven barely kept her jaw from hitting the floor. "My friends are my friends because we've been through a lot together. They don't care what I say, how I say it, what I wear, where I go, or whether I eat my soup with the correct spoon." God, she missed her down to earth, common, honest girls.
"Then your friends are just as worthless as you."
No she didn't. 
She drew up to her full height, and stuck her finger into Divinia's chest.
"You can say whatever you want about me, but you'd better learn your place when it comes to my friends. You don't know them. Hell, you don't even know me. I'll let your ignorance slide this once because you shoved a stick up your ass a little too far this morning, and are spewing shit from your mouth." Divinia gasped. "Keep your opinions about my friends to yourself, or you won't like what this worthless American will do to your pretty face." Threat issued, she turned to leave the hateful woman to wallow in her own malicious miasma.
She found her voice sooner than Haven expected. "How dare you speak to me with such irreverence? I am a Chosen Child, daughter of the Heavenly Sire, and I will not allow some inferior human dreck to treat me thus." 
Haven blinked. Red spots danced in her vision. Chosen Child? Heavenly Sire? Is she serious?
She blew out a noisy breath, and rubbed her eyes before returning Divinia's glare. "What is your problem? Ever since the dinner party you've been an absolute bitch to me." 
Drawing to her full height, a few inches taller than Haven, Divinia peered down at her with unconcealed hatred. Curling her lip, she hissed, "Leave the duke alone."
Startled, the blood drained from Haven's face, and a weight settled over her, shackling her limps. Paralyzed, and unable to shut out the hate, she listened as the bile spewing continued. "You aren't right for him, not worthy of him or his position as a peer of the realm. He deserves a wife, a duchess, who can elevate his standing in society, bring him power, connections, and a legacy that didn't begin in the swamps of the Colonies." Sliding her hands over her perfectly coiffed platinum hair, she smiled, her teeth barred in pride and conceit. "What can you give him?" She looked down her nose at Haven, her gaze telegraphing notes of pity and arrogance. "A pretty face, a barbed tongue, and loose American ties?"
Haven struggled to find an answer amid the strangling anger and clouds of uncertainty choking her mind. She trembled, anger and shock beat against her heart.
"You have nothing, you are nothing, and it's better for you to step aside, to allow the duke to find his true equal. He is destined for more than you."
Haven jerked back as if slapped, but finally found her voice. "And what do you offer him? What could you give him that he could possibly want?" 
Divinia's sneer could frighten blood from a stone. "I offer him everything he deserves, and nothing he would be ashamed of."
Unlike me...
The truth slammed into her, exploding the breath from her lungs.
Her mouth worked soundlessly. Unable to form words in her own defense, she stood in shocked silence as Divinia Kroger smirked at her in evil glee, dismissed her with a turn, and walked away.



Author:
Jackson D'Lynne is the pseudonym for a hardworking wife and mother of four, transplanted from California and now stuck in small town Pennsylvania. Always an avid reader, she's been devouring books since middle school. Nowadays, when she's not reading, she's writing sweet historical romance as Lynn Winchester, sexy historical romance as Rosamund Winchester, and sexy contemporary romance as Eve Black. Basically, she writes whatever her muse commands.

The Diva and the Duke


Haven Edwards is a 21st century diva with an "exotic" career. Wanting nothing more than to move past her ugly divorce, she attends an adults only Carnal-val where she's compelled to steal a strangely glowing pocket watch. Overcome with its power, she winds it and thrown back in time to 1817 where she crashes into the life of the very proper, very sexy, Logan Dunham. A duke with a deep distrust of beautiful women, Logan can't understand his staggering desire for the woman with the quick wit, and jade green eyes--the woman who haunted his dreams long before they met.

Haven is determined to find a way home, but she can't shake her hunger for the dark, brooding duke. He's a duke, he's out of her league, right? So why does her heart beat a little faster whenever he is near? Why does her mind conjure images of happily ever after?

One touch, and they are consumed by their desire. But before they can untangle their feelings for one another, a sociopath with a god complex and a knife fetish sets his evil intents on Haven. In order to save her life, Logan must destroy the demons of his past, and learn to trust a power he doesn't understand. What happens when he arrives too late? Will the time-swept diva be lost forever, or will the diva get her duke?


The Rancher and the Renegade

When a heartbreaking tragedy rips undercover DEA agent Marisol Sanchez’s life apart she has nothing and no one left. With the cold steel of a Glock 21 in her mouth, she’s resigned to taking her own life. Before she can pull the trigger, a strange power interferes, compelling her to wind a mysterious golden pocket watch—a watch that propels her backward through time to 1856 Texas.

Harvard lawyer turned cattle rancher Tyrence Barrett is in a battle he can’t win as desperados raid the settlements along the creek, burning and murdering their way through the land. On a routine inspection of his property, Ty stumbles upon a beautiful migrant woman who seems out of place, completely irresistible, and strangely compelling…

When evil threatens to destroy the ranch, Mari must use her wits and determination to help beat back the raiders. With Ty by her side, Mari must learn to forgive herself, rely on the strength of others, and to love despite the overwhelming fear of loss.

Can a displaced renegade help a Lone Star rancher defend his home against an encroaching evil? Will the time lost Mari give in to the desperate sorrow devouring her heart? Or will Ty show her that a rancher and a renegade can find love and a happily ever after?

A tall blond man in 30s walked up to a girl in a blue shirt and beige shorts who was coloring her book in the lawn and tapped on her shoulder.
 
"Hey sweetie."
 
The girl looked up and smiled at the blond man.
 
"Hi, Uncle Logan." she said while smiling wide.
 
"Mind if I ask you, have you seen John anywhere?" Mr Logan smiled at her while waiting for her answer.
 
"John? I thought he went inside the house." she pointed at the entrance of the door which was their house.
 
"He did? I thought he was with you. Anyway, I will go and look for him then." he rubbed her head and was about to walk into the house when the little girl called for him.
 
"Why are you looking for him?" she asked him curiously while her right hand played over the red colored pencil.
 
"I have an errand for him, sweetheart. Tell him that I'm looking for him. Will you?" he winked at her.
 
"What's in it for me?" she asked back while tilting her head to the side.

"What do you need?" he asked.

"Something sweet, yummy and delicious." she smirked at him.
 
"I'll buy you your favorite flavor in Baskin-Robbins." he said as his right fingers rubbed his chin.
 
"Deal." she said and she continued back doing her coloring.
 
Time passed by as she finished coloring a picture. Flipping through a few pages, she kept wondering if she could finish up the rest of the pages. As she sat, her mind went blank and nothing came into her head. Not long later, a boy was seen sneaking at a nearby bush and was observing the girl at the lawn. His lips turned into a small smile while his eyes followed her every movement. Slowly sneaking out from the bushes, he slowly creeped behind the small girl and waited for the right timing. After a short moment waiting, he took out a horn and slowly placed near to her ear but trying to avoid from her noticing he's there.
 
Holding on his breath, he counted till three and pressed the horn as long as he could. Due to the sudden loud horn, the girl was taken by surprise when the side she was coloring in the book became a line. She held closed her ears and stood up looking in shock at who might be doing something crazy like this. She turned to the person who does it and looked at him in disbelieve. Her ears still was blocked by the deafening sound but she could not believe what had happened a moment ago. Once her ears slowly calmed down a little, she looked straight at him.
 
"YOU!" she shouted as she pointed her finger at him while her left hand was covering her left ear as it was still ringing loud inside. Though the horn has stopped, the sound was still there.
 
"This is a payback for telling dad on me." he showed his tongue out and started to laugh at her.

"Do you think this is funny?" she was almost in tears because it was painful but then she held in.

"When I look at you, it is funny." she laughed.
 
"My ears. I can't hear properly." her ears was still ringing as she slowly rubbed the hole.
 
"Serve you right." and laughed again at her.
 
He laughed till he fell on his ass but that didn't stop him from laughing. She could not take it any longer at his mischief, she stood up and looked at him in anger. Her both hand wrapped into a fist as she stared him down.
 
"You rascal!" she screamed and dashed towards him.
 
Realizing the girl was running fast towards him, he quickly stood up and ran away but at one point he tripped and fell. This was an advantage to the girl to catch over him. Unable to hold her anger, she started to pull his hair leading him to scream in pain. Pulling him closer to her, she waved her right hand and punched him at his face. Though blood was not see, the punch was still a hard one.

Both their parents who were sitting in the living room, while having a chat was taken back with the scream and ran out to see what was going on. Reaching the lawn, they stood stunned. The mothers wanted to stop the fight but the fathers signed them not to interrupt as they felt it was amusing.
 
"Honey, we need to stop them." said the girl's mother to her husband.
 
"Lets see how strong is she in fighting." he said.
 
"She is strong. Your daughter definitely will be a fighter." said Mr Logan.
 
"Enough. I give up. I am sorry." the boy begged her while holding on to her hand, trying to prevent her from pulling harder. Still, she was not satisfied in what he was telling her.
 
"You're a liar!" she screamed.
 
Knowing there's no escape, he quickly pushed her down and stood up. He moved away a little and kept apologizing to her. Still, it was obvious she isn't going to let it go.

"I'm sorry. Really, I'm very sorry about what I did to you." he repeatedly said to her.
 
"I don't trust your sorry. You always do this to me." she stood up.
 
With anger, she wanted to hit him again but her eyes caught on to a hose which was just at the side of the lawn. Without wasting a moment, she ran over to the hose. Opened the tap and started to sprinkle at the boy. It took a few seconds for him to realize he was soaking wet. Quickly, he ran to his parents which left them speechless. Looking strongly at where the hose was moving, he quickly starts to run away from them because the water was directing towards his direction.
 
The girl's father, Mr Henry knew this was going to be a mess, tried to get close to his daughter but she sprinkled on him knowing she will be caught. As the boy slowly tried to sneak behind her, he quickly grabbed onto her hip, making her to leave the hose while trying to free her from the grip.
 
"Let me go!"
 
"I said I'm sorry. You made us all wet." the boy tried to talk to her.
 
She stopped moving and looked around her to realize everyone was wet. She turned to him and stared at him. He stopped moving a moment and wondered what was she thinking before he felt himself being pushed to the ground.
 
"You lost!" she said as she never let go of her sight away from him.
 
Both of them stared at each other and started to laugh. Whereas for both parents who were taken by surprise of the splash, looked at the kids and started to laugh by themselves. Mr Henry chuckled a little and went to both of them. With both hands on his hip, he gave them the angry glare.
 
"What were you both thinking?! Both of you stand up and apologize to each other."
 
"But Uncle Henry, she started it first. She started to hit me." the boy tried to defend himself.
 
"He started it first, dad. He blew the horn right at my ears. It's painful." as she tried to explain her situation.
 
"Enough! Both of you. John, Casey. Apologize to everyone. Now." he said sternly to both of them.
 
They looked at each other but no words came out.
 
"Just because both of you are kids, that does not mean I can let you off this easily." Mr Henry said that once again.
 
Both of them looked at everyone and sighed.
 
"We're sorry." they said as their eyes shifted from their parents to  the ground.
 
"That's much more better. Now, both of you off to bath and get change. You are grounded for a week for this." they looked at Mr Henry in a surprise 

"No way?!" they shrieked together but Mr Henry gave then a stern look.

"My answer is final." he said and both of them didn't say another word.
 
They knew Mr Henry meant what he said. They slowly walked back into the house with their heads dropped down. Their mothers followed them to help them get change. Mr Logan went over to Mr Henry and tapped on his shoulder.
 
"You don't have to be stern with them. They're just 8. Weren't we like that when we were kids?" he said.
 
"It's just to make them realize that they will not escape from what they are doing." said Mr Henry
 
"We were worst than this, you know." said Mr Logan as both of them looked at each other.

"Well, the moment we become a parent, things have changed a lot more than we expect." said Mr Henry with a smile.
 
Few seconds passed by, they start to laugh out themselves over the memories they had as children. They sat over at the porch waiting for the rest to take bath and they went in for their.

The draught of Hypnos attacks the brain
The bleeding petals still in dance
Swaying with the cold wind.

Signals of red flashed before one's eyes
The gentle melodies of the strings
The wintry voices blend in within.

Will the warmth reach your heart?
Unable to feel anything, numb
Why don't you try screaming out?

The pen bleeding ink, coloring the pages
Anxiety filled the heart as well as doubt
Will guilt drown out everything?

Unable to peek into the future
One thought seek to prevail
Deep anger peeked to the top

Trying to calm down
Trying to take deep breaths
Trying to drown everything.

Leave everything to the wind.

Where there is sadness, happiness, or emotions,
There is blue.

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