this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
#IM

A 12 year old girl very into K-pop and family doesn't like k-pop and how her life is to like k-pop with the age of 12, how hard it is family don't like her k-pop brings light in her own small world. Because she never experienced that k-pop would bring her back to the darkness again.

Hazel had fun listening to Eva go on. She was a very humorous storyteller; as a writer it must come with the territory. 
She had never met anyone like her but she supposed it was her own limited experience. Having only ever lived in two fairly close areas of the country she hadn't realized how different life could be for people in other states. Georgia seemed almost like another planet. 
After a while, when she realized she hadn't contributed enough, Hazel told stories about life as a starving artist and all of the things she had done to try and earn a paycheck over the years. It was a natural thing to do once the topic switched to the woes of crazy customers at Eva's job. 
She honestly couldn't remember the last time she talked to someone other than Will like this. It was actually kind of fun. 
They had to go to bed early to have a staff meeting with higher ups from the novel and comic app about what to expect from the convention, which was oddly disappointing. Hazel hadn't wanted the conversation to end. 
As promised, she called Will while Eva was in the shower, stepping out onto the terrace for privacy. 
"I have to know…why did she choose that screen name?" he asked without preamble after picking up. "I've been wondering all day."
Hazel chuckled. "Apparently it's from a kids' movie from the early 2000s. We might have been in the hospital when it came out. I never saw it. Did you ever watch any of the Shrek movies?"
"Nope," Will said popping the 'p.' "My childhood was just as devoid of television as yours was. Pretty sure the first one came out when we were in the hospital."
That made sense. She didn't know anything about his life before the hospital other than that his father had some sort of mental illness. Had he watched kids' movies and TV shows then? Hazel had but she could hardly remember them at this point. 
Was it normal for people to quote movies? She was pretty out of touch with things other people her age liked and always had been. She wasn't into anything cool when she was younger and she didn't understand internet culture like memes at all now. 
Hazel knew an awful lot about how the natural world worked but pop culture simply didn't appeal to her. The convention she went to back in Salt Lake had been weird and she was willing to bet the one tomorrow would be about the same. 
"I know very little about what was popular in our generation," she sighed. "Unlike me, Eva seems to be drowning in pop culture. But she's a very entertaining storyteller. Sort of makes me wish I had a sister too."
Will went quiet for a moment after that. She wasn't sure what he was thinking but eventually he changed the subject by asking about the itinerary for tomorrow. 
She told him about the plan to meet with the people hosting the panel before they all headed over to the convention and he listened intently. He had never been to a convention before so he didn't know how these things worked. 
Hazel wrapped up the call when she saw Eva had exited the bathroom and was drying her hair with a towel. She should shower and go to bed too. After being on the plane she felt a little gross. 
"I'll keep you updated about what happens tomorrow," she assured him. "Sleep well. I love you."
"I love you too but I can guarantee I won't sleep well without you here," Will replied. 
She shook her head with a smile after hanging up. Of course he wouldn't. He had gotten used to using her as a teddy bear so trying to sleep without that would feel off. 
Admittedly, Hazel had a hard time falling asleep without him too. She was used to being held and listening to her husband's calm and even breathing. He had been right earlier. She did miss him already. 
=== 
At the meeting the following morning they met the representatives from the site tasked with taking care of them and two other author/artist duos who would also be on the panel. Hazel was still half asleep from her restless night but the doughnuts and coffee helped a little. 
Paulina Fairbanks, one of the representatives, went on about what was and was not appropriate for the panel and what the site expected from them. The panel was meant to create interest in the site so more people would join and pay to read. 
The panelists weren't allowed to talk about anything from their personal lives or speak disparagingly about the platform they worked through. They were allowed to say what was difficult about the collaboration process between author and artist but had to be discreet. 
The app had released multiple chapters at once of all three comics whose collaborators were being featured today as a way to generate interest for the panel. That was why Hazel had nearly worked herself to death over the past month and a half. 
She wasn't feeling all that generous toward the site right now but she would follow the rules. They were paying for her to be here after all. And providing these delicious doughnuts. 
Paulina also wanted to double check the spellings of everyone's names for the name cards that would sit in front of them at the panel. Each one would say the person's name, their screen name, which comic they worked on, and whether they were the artist or the author. 
All of the featured comics were in the fantasy genre, which is why they were chosen for this convention. One was about living as an outcast without superpowers in a powered up society. The other revolved around a young dragonborn searching for the rest of its kind, which was believed to be extinct. 
Hazel eyed the other people present. To her surprise, most of them were women. Xander Warren, the author of the dragonborn novel, and Tyler Gill, the artist for the superpower comic, were the only men present. 
There had been a lot less male art majors at her school so that made at least a little sense…but wasn't the world of novels primarily dominated by men? Maybe it was only the super famous ones.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*



Draven was in his dressing room. 

He had a conference for the grand opening of his new project, and although he could not stop thinking about Kyle's encounter, he needed to maintain his composure for this moment. He examined his reflection, his black hair sleeked backwards with jail and he tightened his ty, making certain that it was not crooked. It had been four days ever since its release, and the traitor had not yet been caught. At this point, he was beginning to worry that he may need to fire all of them, which was the last resort he did not want to take. He wanted to trust Rebecca, Miranda, Jason, and even though he hated Hector, they had all been loyal to him. However, hearing that someone had gone straight to Kyle instead of even Eric, made it even more difficult to trust anybody. 

Nevertheless, he stood from his seat and left his dressing room, raising his arms with the media team rushing after him to place the mics at the appropriate spots. They placed one around his ear that stood in front of his mouth, and they said, "Say something so we can test it." 

"Draven is hot," he joked, and the media team nodded their heads, his sound being confirmed. 

He reached the edge of the stage, and shook his arms, his nerves causing his breathing to become a bit heavy. One member of the media team approached him, "I'll let you know when you can get on, they're introducing you now." 

"Sweet," he said stressfully. 

He raised an eyebrow, "Why are you nervous? You've done this plenty of times before, haven't you?" 

Draven finally turned to eye the ginger kid from the media team observe him oddly. "Yes, I have but I get nervous sometimes." 

"You'll be fine—oh, it's your turn." 

He was introduced on stage, and bolted from the edge, finally appearing and the audience went berserk. All of them began cheering, clapping their hands, whistling, anything to capture the attention of the famous author Draven H. Malcom. A bright confident smile on his face greeted them, and women felt their heart be swarmed with butterflies, their cheeks beaming red as they waved their hands. Reporters extended their microphones at the front of the stage, and Draven finally took a seat, folding his arms on the able in front of him. 

"I'm really happy to be here," he said. "I have lots of time to answer dozens of questions, so I'm all yours for today." 

The host began selecting audience members with questions, mostly reporters, and Draven listened to them carefully. They were all about the released chapters from his new comic book, about the main character and the origin of the story. They all wanted background details, and Draven was doing anything in his power to refrain from using Eric's name. 

Until one of the reporters asked, "Draven, five years ago you were in a relationship with a man named Eric Valence, and you titled him co-author. You've mentioned that Ellic is based on a man you've met before; do they have any connection?" 

Draven snorted, then responded, "I can't answer that." 

The next reporter asked, "After five years, what could Eric Valence have possibly done that caused you to create an entire comic book about him?" 

"I never said it was about him." 

Another one was selected, "How do you feel about the rumour of there being an affiliation between Eric Valence and Kyle Merchi?" 

He frowned, "I don't feel anything. I'm not answering any other questions about Eric." 

"What about Kyle Merchi? There were rumours that you were both seen next to your vehicle at your company. Was he, for the lack of better word, the driving force behind your comic book?" 

"No, he was not," he was growing irritated. 

"A few years back, Eric and yourself had a long explicit battle since he had written a novel about your relationship. Is this some sort of revenge plot?" 

"No!" he shouted, the microphone squeaking for a moment and they covered their ears. When the squeak stopped, Draven was seen panting and his features were distorted into a rage. "Eric and I are done, alright? We fell out of love, and we hate each other." 

There was a pause, nobody saying anything since Draven was near exploding. And, he did. 

"You know what? Fine." 

He stood to his feet, the table almost tipping over. "Yes! I admit, yes this comic is all about Eric Valence. It's all about the real Eric Valence, the one that makes promises that he never fulfills, as if they never meant anything. The one that uses people, makes them feel hopeful to only never contact them again. The one that sends his partner, Kyle Merchi, to pop up on me at various locations, but can't come talk to me himself." 

"Yes, that's the Eric shown in the comic, a side of him none of you really had the chance to see. The Eric that I supported for weeks when his best friend passed but he never once thanked me. Instead, he goes and tells his new partner that I'm arrogant and conceited, and all the wrong things I may have said." 

"Can you believe that he said he hated me? After I made him co-author on my biggest project at the time. It's as if he forgets he's done wrongs as well, as if he forgets that he cheated on me with one of my editors while we were together, did he ever mention that Kyle?" he spat, staring at one of the cameras. He recalled the moment Eric had kissed Jason at the bar, drunk. 

"He probably didn't, because he's manipulative. He manipulated me into believing that he loved me, that he was going to come back, for us." Draven pointed to the screen behind him displaying the title of his novel. "Losing Us over Selfish You, that's what it's referring to. Before Eric left, he said he was leaving to find himself, for our relationship, for us. He said he needed to get away from the place where his best friend committed suicide, and I did nothing but respect him." 

"And I waited for him, for five long hard and embarrassing years," he choked on tears, and paused for a moment. "But nonetheless I waited, because he promised that it was for us. And then he comes back, with a damn fiancé. So sorry that I feel a little betrayed and decided to write a comic book about it. Everyone is focused on the revenge aspect of it, so yes! This comic is entirely to show how vindictive Eric Valence truly is!" 

He snatched the microphone from around his ear, threw it on the ground and in rage, he stormed off the stage.

Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story.

***

"You're so clueless, it bothers me."

He frowned, "What does that mean-"

"You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late."

"My portfoli-"

"There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away.

Eric didn't.

Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..."

He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?"

"I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about-"

"I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand.

Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out.

"I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed.

Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. 

"Why me?" he asked quietly.

Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine."

"Fuck off"
"Come on, Jacob, at least think about it!"
"No! Fuck you! Fuck you for having that idea! Fuck you to the moon and back!"
"But I'll be there too!"
"Sora... I love you AND know you more than my actual sister, so trust my when I say you being the prettiest girl in the room is like the being the healthiest option in the Heart Attack Grill"
"Jesus Christ, dude..."
"I have said meaner things to your own parents, grow some skin"

The potty mouth you just witnessed is none other than Social Media's infamous critic of pop culture P0P $yn1cal. But for those who know his true identity, Jacob Asabe. His fairly large for his age, mostly because of his intense weight training, but being 6 feet and 3 inches does add to it... and his faux hawk fade coupled with his caramel skin does make him quite the fetching fellow.
The brunt of Jacob's most famous insults and childhood friend, Sora Kirei... She's on the phone with Jacob, so her appearance will be addressed much more later as Jacob is trying to find the latest issue of his comic: The Salvager. The comic follows a masked woman who goes on killing spree hunting down the man who killed her five kids, with the assistance of the spirit of the killer's son and nephew.
As well as an over-rated horror shoujo called Bite Of Love. Sora did ask for that.
"I really don't know how the hell you enjoy that convoluted bullshit," Jacob spat, ignorant of the children around.
"You fucking hypocrite!" Sora shot back through the phone, "Wonder Entertainment has more Salvager games than graphic novels and they're not even fully connected! Instead they're telling the story from a 'different vantage point'! Puh-lease!"
"So you're saying that the love interest knowing that he was a fictional character the entire time is apparently NOT the most retarded shit as well as a waste of everyone's time?"
"The signs were there!"
"No...no, there fucking wasn't "
Jacob's attention diverted when a customer he did not expect came through the door. The comic store was Jacob's spot, he knows all the employees personally and can accurately guess the kind of costumer that comes. But the customer that came in, was someone Jacob wouldn't even dream of coming...
She had long flowing platinum blonde hair that reflect the sun-rays through the window, had eyes that could replace jade crystals, a super clear skin and had a figure that was out of this world. Jacob knew this dream boat pretty well. This was Jessica Lunar, the classmate that he has been crushing on since elementary.
"Es, imma have to call you back, shit's about to go down" Jacob announce before immediately hanging up and waving his hand so he can grab Jessica's attention, "Yo! Lunar! Is that really you?!"
Jessica turned to see Jacob and showed a pleasant and cheery smile when realising who called her. "Oh my GOD! Asabe, how are you?!"Jessica greeted as hurried to Jacob so she can hug him, much to his surprise, "I didn't know you like comics!"
"Says you! I would never guess that you would even breath around this place...you,uh... buying something for your brother?"
"Nope! I'm buying a few comics for myself. The.... Savager is my favourite!"
"Savager?"
"Salvager is what I meant, sorry"
Jacob's heart skipped a beat.
Seriously? The most popular girl in school? The girl who looks like she has better time just existing than literally anything pop culture related actually likes comics? And her favourite comic is Jacob's favourite comic? The Salvager? The comic that gets the most flack because it includes child murder and over-sexualising a literal sex offender?
Is this God's way of telling him this was destiny? Because it was pretty glaring...
"You actually like The Salvager?," Jacob asked, refusing to accept this...
"I sure do!" Jessica replied, shocking him eternally, "I would have a problem with the design for Salvager herself since it's a little too sexy to be considered practical... but I already made my cosplay, so I rather not complaining"
"That's fair... especially if the general character design takes inspiration from ecchi manga," Jacob scratched the back of his head as he said this, hoping Jessica doesn't see him as a sleaze from association with the lustful side of manga
"Now that you mention manga, you wanna try joining the weekly club at school? Sora has been telling me she's been pestering you about"
Jacob took a double take...
"Why.... would she be talking to you about that?"
"Should she not? I am the club president after all!"


Is this real life?


Is this actually happening?

The club leader isn't the stereotypical giant belly virgin who probably haven't seen his own penis for a year? Instead it's THE Jessica fucking Lunar? A girl so hot that she could make millions by taking a single photo of her feet and selling it?
God is working double time with those miracles!
But then again... this is Jessica fucking Lunar asking him this question. Not Sora, who in her bountiful wisdom decided NOT to tell her heterosexual and single male friend that the hottest school is on a first name basis with her each other. Not his smothering older sister, Jillian, who... to be fair is the only trust-worthy blood relative he has left after running away from their mother. This. Is. Jessica. Fucking. Lunar. If the man behind the infamous $yn1cal is going to answer the question to the hottest girl in school... then he has do it with the most precise response in the history of the English language...
"Yeah, whatever"
Fucking nailed it.
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"You... are such... a God. Damn. Simp, Jay!"
"Es! Simp stands for Suckers Idolising Mediocre Pussy. A man of my stature, does not simp! Even then, THE Jessica fucking Lunar is not mediocre!"
"Shut the fuck up, bro, what friggin' stature?"
"The 2.95 KDA ratio in Cry 4 Battle 2, obviously,"
"So...two and half points away from MY stature? Okay, then!"
"You unironically main the camper class, piss off..."
"You mean the sniper class?"
"I know what I said!"
It was the next day, lunch at the High-School of Excellence and Jacob just revealed to his busty, baby blue haired and blue eyed friend, Sora exactly why he decided to reconsider joining the fabled manga club.
She was not pleased with the reason...
"You have a crush on Jessica too, Es," Jacob revealed, "I don't know why you're jealous,"
"I'm a woman, Jay!" Sora snapped back, "You can't be called a gentleman if you open a door for one girl but slam it in the face of another! And even then, bros before hoes"
"But what if the bro is also a ho?"
"Shit, you right,"
Jacob and Sora shared the kind of laughter only they can have. Jacob was lucky, it's hard to find a friend who at the very least tolerates the level of rudeness he has. While it's something he has been working on, he still has a long away to go.
"Either way, if it really hurts that much, I'm sorry," Jacob apologised, much to Sora's surprise, "I should have at least talked to you about it when Jessica asked, even if she did end up becoming the reason,"
Sora tried to hide her blush as she force feed Jacob a piece of sushi... only for her to sigh, "You know what? It's fine," she admitted,  "End of the day, it kinda sucked when the only person I knew was someone I crushed on since pre-school,"
Jacob scratched the back of his head in confusion, as Sora cleaned the rice from the sushi still on mouth with tissue, "You were bi since pre-school?" he asked
"Only found out recently thanks to my therapist," Sora admitted, "It would explain why I begged mom to do my make up only on the days Miss. Rosemary was teaching classes
"Even with the leg, Miss. Rosemary was VERY attractive,"
"She was hot as fuck dude..."
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Lessons were finished, but school was not over... and as of now, Jacob has been showing signs of second thoughts. Because the last thing Jacob took even the slightest interest into something years ago, and what it did to him.
"Jay... none of the other club members will bite you," Sora reassured, "You'll be fine,"
"Yeah, yeah, I know" Jacob brushed off, "But can you blame me?"
"Bro, at worst I'm the chick with the crappy dad...and to give him some credit, he's pretty much loaded and it's not like my mom's dead either...N-no offence,"
"A... little taken,"
"Sorry... but you get what I mean right? I'll be fine... especially if you're fine too"
"Yeah... alright, but if a 8-year old looking ass bitch offers me cupcakes in a passive-aggressive manner, I will slide you in the mouth"
"Okay, Chris Breezy..."
"Fuck off..."
.
.
.
The moment, Jacob stepped into the room, he was greeted by a small and chubby student with curly green hair practically shoved a cookies to his face as she delightfully screamed "WELCOME TO THE MANGA CLUB, JACOB!"
Jacob snapped his head to Sora's direction with a stern gaze, making her flinch... only for him to end up flicking her in the forehead. "You're lucky I like these more than cupcakes, Es," he said, he turned back to the student before looking at the cookies and felt... concerned. The cookies did not look normal cookies, under the blanket of sprinkles was a rainbow swirl cookie, which made Jacob very uncomfortable...
"They're not poison, go ahead!" the student egged him on, going as fair as taking one herself and give to Jacob personally, who eventually did took a bite of the given cookie. To his surprise... they're not that bad
"Not as sweet as I thought it be," Jacob reviewed as he took the rest of the cookie, "But I'll avoid any chance to get diabetes and just take one for now... what's your name?"
"Oh! My name is Caroline Colin!" the student revealed as she offered her hand, "But everyone calls me Cookie! It's very nice to meet you!"
Jacob scratched the bottom of his chin as he shook her hand, "How does her nickname make more sense than her real name?" He thought to himself, only for him to distracted by a masked girl in a black hoodie reading a comic, the shadow of the hoodie hid the majority of the details with the exception of her white bangs obscuring her pale blue eyes.
"That's Lola Prince," Sora told Jacob, noticing a familiar distraction, "we call her Ice sometimes,"
"Because of her hair and cold nature towards people?"
"Actually... it's because she likes ice cream a lot! But do be patient with her though, certain events nearly made her mute, worse than yours if you ask me,"
Jacob rubbed his chin as took a chair and sat next to Ice, who gave a quick glance before going back to her comic. Jacob noticed that the comic she was reading was a manga. But this wasn't any normal manga, the characters had more detail than most of the western comics Jacob's either read and/or critique, the backgrounds in the panels looked hand-drawn instead of copy and pasted when panels where such a technique is probably even recommended. Jacob immediately knew what kind of comic reader this one was and the author of the manga she was reading.
"The Knight's Struggle by David Goryu," Jacob revealed to himself and Ice, "The story is a drag and the climax of the first arc was pretty bad but the art bringing me back... 6/10, hard to hate, hard to love,"
In surprise, Ice put her hood down, unconsciously exposing her facial scars to Jacob, who showed a face of concern, mostly to her surprised.
"P0P $yn1cal!" Ice revealed in cracked and hushed voice, causing Jacob to realise he just said the exact thing he said about The Knight's Struggle on a online video... with twenty thousands clicks. Ice immediately took Jacob's hand and shook it more intensely than the clearly more excitable Cookie did.
"I'm a really big fan! Started watching four years ago," Ice kept shaking Jacob's hand as she continued much to Sora's and Cookie's pleasant surprise, "Your comedy really helped me out when my dad would finish--"
Ice immediately stopped herself from talking when she mentioned her dad... almost immediately dismissing Jacob when removing her hand from his. Jacob shrugged and patted on the back before turning his attention back to Sora, who put her hands together and mouthed "sorry" on Ice's behalf, only for her to then squeal when Jessica came through the clubroom door.
"Sorry, I'm late guys!" Jessica apologised, "Still in the cheer-leading team, so you know"
Jacob looked at the clock on his phone with a confused expression, "It's still 3:45..."
Jessica scratched the back of her head, "I-I mean... I'm later than you guys aren't I?"
"Fair enough... so how do we do these discussions?"
"Discussions?"
"Yeah... Sora says you usually bring up topics regrading manga/anime and moderate the aftermath... you use a presentation, right?"
"How do you know?"
"Sora told me"
Sora blinked in both surprise, "I did?" she asked
Jacob exhaled heavily at Sora's confusion, "You don't remember telling me yesterday?"
"Huh...Well, you know I can be forgetful... and that heart attack grill did mess my vibe up,"
"Did it hurt that bad? Shit, I'm sorry,"
Sora's face bright pink "Yo, your character devolpment is too much quick, man, chill..."
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It turned out, Jessica forgot the presentation she was working on, but gladly Jacob prepared by making a presentation for one of his favourite manga anti-villain, The Protector of Camp.The presentation included notes that he felt like he needed discussion, including power creep, where his rise and fall began, if his mother's death is a twist on the dead parent trope or not and if the reboot did anything to affect his street creed as a horror manga character.
When club was finished, Jacob exchanged numbers with Cookie and Ice, before asking Sora to wait outside the school for him, since he needed to pee and the only available male toilet was the one on the top floor... and the elevator was out of order.
"Either the school needs to get their shit together, or God should of given me better bladder," Jacob mumbled to himself when he finished whizzing in the urinal. When he came out of the bathroom, he was presented to a stern faced Jessica.
"Explain. NOW," She ordered
Jacob blinked twice, "The FitnessGram Pacer Test--"
"Don't play dumb, dickwad! At first, I thought you just had the stereotypical mindset with that brother comment, but now I know you're hiding something! You have the exact presentation of next week's character, brought up all the points that I would have on that day AND you had no reaction to me being a cheerleader!"
"I mean... we live in a society where the word queer is no longer a homophobic term even in a offensive context, being a cheerleader isn't really--"
"WILL YOU---!"
Jessica stopped herself from losing her cool in front of bystanders, taking small and fast deep breaths before continuing you, "There's something you're hiding and I want to know!"
The silence was deafening...
The intense and brutal stare from THE Jessica fucking Lunar put Jacob on the highest of alerts and the deepest of trances. It was already concerning enough that Jessica's eyes could melt the hearts of the strongest men when she's in a good mood, this version of Jessica is angry... 
Matter of fact...
She was fuming!
Jacob was surprised that his very soul, the manifested representation of his existence as a human being, is not being consumed by an inferno only rivalled to the flames of the deepest pits of the bleakest corners of hell, the ever-so torturous realm where the sinful rest and the opposite of the oh-so holy-- 
You know what? Fuck this shit...
It's Jessica fucking Lunar, dude
Tired of holding it in, I laugh at Jessica's dumb bitch face, who went from being an salty bitch to a confused bitch as I slowly but surely stopped laughing... only to laugh a bit more because Jessica has a dumb bitch face.
"Aw, man," I rub of the tear rolling down my beautiful caramel coloured cheeks for laughing too hard at Jessica's dumb bitch face, "I'm surprised you still haven't figured out that I know that is a game and that your not the true boss!"
"How... do you know that?"Jessica asked face contorted to face of pure fear, realising that she just got real.
"Should YOU not? You are the club president after all.."

I

Inspired by the indie darlings with Doki Doki Literature Club and the haunted souls with Five Nights Of Freddy's, comes a story that follows pop culture nerd, Jacob Asabe as he is "forcefully" invited to the Manga Club of his School. But it is quickly realised Club President, Jessica Lunar knows that Jacob is hiding a secret... a secret that only she knows...

She is the Club President after all...

　　"I'm very sick..."
　　"The times are like this, so are the hearts of the people..."
　　The opening two sentences, coupled with a contemporary style of painting, made Li Xing nod slightly.
　　What he is saying now is that he dislikes those school-style cute paintings most. It's not that there is anything wrong with that kind of thing. It's just that after seeing a lot, it will naturally be aesthetically tired.
　　At least, the style of painting makes him look very comfortable.
　　In the following plot, a little boy and a group of women were chased and killed. The scene of those beautiful women being beheaded made Li Xing a little uncomfortable, but it was okay.
　　It seems a bit too real, these pictures can be taken in one stroke, but the author painted them...
　　Next, with the appearance of Bigu Qingjuro, the boy was rescued by him...Later, the boy's behavior of burying those who wanted to kill him was also known to Biguqing.
　　Apprentice, learn swordsmanship, leave, join the organization...
　　The content of the first episode was a little plain, but Li Xing gradually looked in. First of all, the fighting scenes were great and the movements were very smooth. Secondly, Li Xing thought the character creation was very good.
　　But that's it.
　　Just read an ordinary swordsman fighting comic!
　　After the end of the first episode, Li Xing was somewhat uninterested, but still clicked on the link to read the next episode.
　　Keep watching...
　　Gradually, Li Xing himself had forgotten. At first he saw this comic with the idea of ​​finding fault critically, but as the plot unfolded, he was only attracted by the plot and his attention was completely distracted. Attracted by the plot...
　　At the end of the second episode, Jianxin cleanly beheaded the assassin who came to attack him in the alley.
　　Although the picture is a bit bloody, there is no doubt that at that moment, there are only two words in Li Xing's heart.
　　Handsome...
　　But immediately, on the next page, the comics ushered in a turning point.
　　Following the previous screen, Jianxin is fighting handsome and cold.
　　In the next screen, Xuedaiba, holding an umbrella, had already stood opposite Jianxin at some point.
　　On her face, clothes, and umbrella, Jianxin's blood splashed on her when he killed the enemy.
　　Even so, there was no trace of movement on her expression, no trace of fear, just staring at Jian Xin in front of her calmly...
　　As the comics have always said, a woman as beautiful as a white plum blossom.
　　Her beauty is in stark contrast to the last scene when Jianxin coldly beheaded the enemy.
　　This woman?
　　Li Xing's eyes widened.
　　She, or Jianxin, what will she do next?
　　The picture, plot, and atmosphere are just right.
　　Next page.
　　The woman spoke.
　　"you...."
　　"Really..."
　　"Call..."
　　"The bloody storm..."
　　There was neither the plot in which Jian Xin had acted on her in Li Xing's imagination, nor the plot in which a woman yelled at Jian Xin's murder.
　　She just stared at Jian Xin in front of her calmly, and said so.
　　The second story ends here abruptly.
　　Li Xing couldn't wait to continue reading it down. At this time, he had completely forgotten what kind of mentality he had clicked into this comic.
　　After reading the third episode, Li Xing did not hesitate to pay to continue watching.
　　She fainted and was taken back by Jianxin to a woman named Xuedaiba. Because of the attack on her stronghold, she was arranged to live in the countryside and pretend to be a husband and wife.
　　The contact person who betrayed Jianxin, the emotion that the two collided during the time they lived in seclusion in the country...
　　Almost every scene,
Every plot is extremely compact, and just a few words touched Li Xing's heart many times.　　Children...Children can also kill.
　　When you don't kill people...it's so gentle.
　　I...I will protect you.
　　Bar...Your happiness is guarded by me...
　　These words are few numbers, but when reading the comics concentratingly, these ordinary words hit Li Xing's heart.
　　And the smile that Ba lying in Jianxin's arms at the end of the tenth chapter directly made Li Xing's heart beat faster.
　　The two people in troubled times, Jianxin who killed to realize their ideals, and Xuedaiba who approached Jianxin in order to avenge his fiance, they rescued each other.
　　The tenth episode is over, when Li Xing continues to click to watch the next episode.
　　The page that popped up made him completely dumbfounded.
　　The computer directly displays that the latest word has been read.
　　What the hell?
　　Is this work updated to Chapter 10?
　　Li Xing blinked.
　　Did you qualify for the Dragon Star Award after just serializing ten episodes?
　　That's too much!
　　But then I thought about it again, if such works are not eligible for the Dragon Star Award, what kind of works are eligible?
　　In the end, there is only one idea left.
　　Amazing, this comic!
　　It took a long time for Li Xing to come out of the comics.
　　For a long time, I haven't read a comic so seriously.
　　Li Xing watched the contents of the ten words very carefully. It was almost four o'clock in the morning before Li Xing finished reading.
　　"It's over, it's time to go to bed."
　　Before exiting the comic page, a pop-up window pops up.
　　Please rate this work.
　　This is a function automatically set when paying readers leave this website.
　　At this time, Li Xing remembered why he clicked into this comic to watch.
　　Score?
　　Li Xing smiled bitterly.
　　If he was the past, he would definitely score nine points as soon as he saw such a work.
　　The reason why he scored nine points is just because ten is too perfect, no work is perfect, so Li Xing's highest evaluation of a work is nine points.
　　but....
　　Remembering that even Fiery Feather had nine points, Li Xing really couldn't beat this nine points in his heart.
　　After thinking for a while, Li Xingchang sighed, scored 10 points decisively for this work, and then submitted it.
　　At four o'clock in the morning, the official website of the Dragon Star Awards has been open for four hours.
　　A large number of netizens poured in, reading this bunch of top cartoons from various provinces.
　　Blazing Feather, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com and many other entries have already had a large number of people coming in to read and watch, and more and more people are scoring and commenting.
　　Until Li Xing was about to take a break, he looked at the list. Two hours ago, Blazing Feather, who had a rating of 9.0, had dropped by 0.1 points, and only 8.9 points.
　　However, Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance has no fluctuations in the score of 9.8.
　　By now, Li Xing had read the series of the work completely.
　　It's basically the same mentality as those fans he saw in the comment section of Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance.
　　It seems that this score deserves its name for this work.
　　Li Xing now doesn't think there is anything wrong with this rating.
　　In the middle of the night, Li Xing thought for a while, and sent a link to Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance in his group of friends.
　　"I found a super good-looking manga. If you are interested, you can click it in and take a look."
　　After doing this, Li Xing went to bed to rest.
　　But once I closed my eyes, my mind was filled with the contents of the Remembrance of Rurouni Kenshin.
　　He fell asleep for most of the day.
　　...
　　In the entire Dragon Kingdom comics circle, countless fans flooded into this website.
　　Among them, many people like Li Xing found this highly rated comic.
　　I clicked in with curiosity for a while, and then...I couldn't get out anymore.
　　The comment area of ​​Rurouni Kenshin Remembrance gradually increased, but its score of 9.8 has not been falling.
　　At this time, not only did this work stand out on the ratings list, but it was also growing at an exaggerated rate in the number of paid viewers.

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　Chu Yu, a senior two-dimensional fan, a dead house in the eyes of others, and a cheating comic book author in the eyes of readers!
On that day, he obtained the system that carries many excellent comic works on the parallel world earth... and
began his life as a comic artist who considered himself a legend, but was actually a silly comic artist!
Reader A, "Teacher, please, please finish drawing the full-time hunter first and then open a new hole? It's been three years, and three years later, three years have been opened for ten years. You want me Will my son burn me the full-time hunter's final chapter?"
Reader B, "Old thief Chuyu, you know what a fart cl. If you don't resurrect Furukawa, I will send you the blade tomorrow!"
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It was like something out of a comic book when I first found out about him. Spider-Man.

I was on the school bus. Laughter, chattering, rain. First day back and I was going into my senior year of high school. Paper was being thrown at me.

Ahh, these fucking kids. I've been tortured by these bad people of New York for the longest time.

Mainly one person. His name was Jake. A suck up. 

He's bullied me since we were in middle school. hasn't stopped since. Making fun of my teeth. I barely had any. My condition was bad within my mouth. Made a plan to get them fixed in a year or so.

"Kaden! Smile for us!" Jake screams. The bus got quiet. All eyes turned to me. I roll my eyes and look out to the grey sky.

My grey hoodie matched my mood. My sweatpants hung over the seat like a towel on a wrack. Time flies by of this every day torture. Being called a foreigner because I was Mexican. I hated it.

The bus stopped as fast as a blinked.

Everyone looks up. My eyes turn and just as they do, my heart drops. Cars honking behind us. In front of me was my crush, Ellen. She cried. Not too far away from her was Eden. In his hand was a 45 caliber.

All the students duck in fear but someone how I was frozen.

"I'm tired of this shit! I said leave me the hell alone!" Eden yells. I could hear people screaming to call cops.

The cars wouldn't stop honking. "Where's Spider-Man!?" That's the question everyone asked. To be honest, I hated Spider-Man. Swinging in once a day to save and leave. What a pip squeak.

Time didn't even get to change good before gun shots were fired.

Screams all around me filled my ears. Sweat began to drip down my face as I climb into the seat in front of me, covering my crush as she ducks down into the seat.

My heart drops when I see blood running down the isle of the bus. Eden really killed someone. What the hell.

I hear two more shots.

*pop pop*

I feel the sharp pain rushing through my body as more shots were fired. Jake screams to the top of his lungs as police sirens come into my hearings distance.

I just had to hold on a little longer.

My vision goes black. I could feel my heart pumping faster than me running a mile.

I never thought it would actually happen. Me becoming the next Spider-Man. It all happened so quickly. I want my normal life back. Even it means to trust someone who killed Peter Parker and Miles Morales in the past to do so.

"Fredrick?! Where on earth did you run to?" I see Matthew yelling at the phone as he calls Fred.
He looks at me putting the phone on speakerphone.
"Oh, dude. I'm just having a date no big deal." Fred says in a chill tone making Matthew roll his eyes.
"Fredrick?! Where on earth did you run to?" I see
"Fredrick?! Where on earth did you run to?" I see Matthew yelling at the phone as he calls Fred.
He looks at me putting the phone on speakerphone.
"Oh, dude. I'm just having a date no big deal." Fred says in a chill tone making Matthew roll his eyes.
"You're having a date?! In the time we are hanging out? Are you freaking serious? What if that girl has a boyfriend and you get beaten up again? Guess who's the one that's going to patch you up again?" Matthew squints his eyes, yelling at Fred like a concerned mother. I giggle a little at him.
He looks at me. "What's so funny?" He says in a serious tone.
Matthew yelling at the phone as he calls Fred.
He looks at me putting the phone on speakerphone.
"Oh, dude. I'm just having a date no big deal." Fred says in a chill tone making Matthew roll his eyes.
"You're having a date?! In the time we are hanging out? Are you freaking serious? What if that girl has a boyfriend and you get beaten up again? Guess who's the one that's going to patch you up again?" Matthew squints his eyes, yelling at Fred like a concerned mother. I giggle a little at him.
He looks at me. "What's so funny?" He says in a serious tone.
"Oh, it's just you remind me so much of my mothers Matthew." I laugh.
"Ya. Don't be such a Debby downer Matthew. Have fun a little." Fred would tease on the phone.
"I don't need to be getting a lecture from you womanizing scumba
"You're having a date?! In the time we are hanging out? Are you freaking serious? What if that girl has a boyfriend and you get beaten up again? Guess who's the one that's going to patch you up again?" Matthew squints his eyes, yelling at Fred like a concerned mother. I giggle a little at him.
He looks at me. "What's so funny?" He says in a serious tone.
"Oh, it's just you remind me so much of my mothers Matthew." I laugh.
"Ya. Don't be such a Debby downer Matthew. Have fun a little." Fred would tease on the phone.
"I don't need to be getting a lecture from you womanizing scumbag." Matthew rolls his eyes.
"So where the hell are you? A concert is almost starting and we are looking for the scattered people." Matthew asks clearly angry.
"Have fun looking virgin!" Fred teases before hanging up.
"Oh... Are you freaking kidding me!" Matthew throws his phone.
"Dude! Don't throw your phone!"
"No it's fine it's crash-proof see." He picks up the damage-free phone. Which made my eyes sparkle.
"But like how was Fred able to get a date like right now?" I asked him scratching his head.
"Fred has always been a womanizer. Ever since high school."
"Ooh, I guess you got a flashback story to tell!" My eyes sparkled in a little story.
"Fine, I'd tell you." He sighs
"During high school, I was a really quiet kid while Fred was a very charming kid. Basically, he was a chick magnet and everyone would just be goo goo gaga over him. I honestly don't understand why they would cling to him but I guess they like him for some reason. Said he looked like their "Biases" from a certain K-Pop group. Well, I never really listen to K-Pop so I have no idea."
"Usually no one would really talk to me since I'm a loner and preferred studying but since we were childhood friends he would always talk to me for some reason and would always just rant about his girlfriends. I guess I just served as somewhat his comic relief throughout high school."
"Basically he even told me that he didn't mean to steal someone's girlfriend but he just stole her for not doing anything and he got beaten up for that." Matthew would chuckle.
"Oh somebody was able to beat up Fred?" I joined in the laughing.
"Trust me Fred wasn't as muscular as he is now when he was in high school and this guy was damn strong he was the captain of the wrestling team after all so he got beaten up." Matthew laughs.
"Even though Fred is kind of a womanizer and he is kind of a douche. He still helped me with a few things. He chased away the bullies that were bullying me and told me that he was going to protect me or something. I guess we were really cringy when we were kids."
"But nevertheless high school was fun. He just got with a lot of girls though."
He would giggle.
I would frown as I get reminded by my highschool life. It was absolute shit.
"I wish I could say the same about my high school life."
"Oh. If you don't mind me asking? How was it in your previous school? Last time you mentioned that Rose and you were in the same school right before you transferred?"
"Yes. We were. My previous school was nothing but drama queens and bitchy girls. They always would idolize bitchy girls and would just bully you if you didn't dress the way "Girls are supposed to dress like."
"Well, what in their standard was supposed to be a girl's choice of clothing."
"They said I should be wearing a dress to marry a rich man and when I do something like mowing the lawn they would say "Oh well that's a man's job. You shouldn't be doing that you're a girl."
"That sounds really sexist."
"I know right! Basically those bitchy girls told me that I was being "boyish" or whatever and then would just proceed to treat me like garbage because I liked wearing t-shirts and jeans and not those uncomfortable dresses."
"That's why I've always been... a shut-in.... and never really had any friends... until Rose was kind enough to talk to me even if I was being diff
ave fun looking virgin!" Fred teases before hanging up.
"Oh... Are you freaking kidding me!" Matthew throws his phone.
"Dude! Don't throw your phone!"
"No it's fine it's crash-proof see." He picks up the damage-free phone. Which made my eyes sparkle.
"But like how was Fred able to get a date like right now?" I asked him scratching his head.
"Fred has always been a womanizer. Ever since high school."
"Ooh, I guess you got a flashback story to tell!" My eyes sparkled in a little story.
"Fine, I'd tell you." He sighs
"During high school, I was a really quiet kid while Fred was a very charming kid. Basically, he was a chick magnet and everyone would just be goo goo gaga over him. I honestly don't understand why they would cling to him but I guess they like him for some reason. Said he looked like their "Biases" from a certain K-Pop group. Well, I never really listen to K-Pop so I have no idea."
"Usually no one would really talk to me since I'm a loner and preferred studying but since we were childhood friends he would always talk to me for some reason and would always just rant about his girlfriends. I guess I just served as somewhat his comic relief throughout high school."
"Basically he even told me that he didn't mean to steal someone's girlfriend but he just stole her for not doing anything and he got beaten up for that." Matthew would chuckle.
"Oh somebody was able to beat up Fred?" I joined in the laughing.
"Trust me Fred wasn't as muscular as he is now when he was in high school and this guy was damn strong he was the captain of the wrestling team after all so he got beaten up." Matthew laughs.
"Even though Fred is kind of a womanizer and he is kind of a douche. He still helped me with a few things. He chased away the bullies that were bullying me and told me that he was going to protect me or something. I guess we were really cringy when we were kids."
"But nevertheless high school was fun. He just got with a lot of girls though."
He would giggle.
I would frown as I get reminded by my highschool life. It was absolute shit.
"I wish I could say the same about my high school life."
"Oh. If you don't mind me asking? How was it in your previous school? Last time you mentioned that Rose and you were in the same school right before you transferred?"
"Yes. We were. My previous schRRR Re e ee 


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