Lizzie has the feeling of being watched sometimes but in her case the stalker died in her house! The ghost names Oliver taunts her relentlessly and is out for her hand in unholy matrimony! Will she become his boo? Or send him back to the veil?

"The five element altars… you have to shut down the five element altars if you want to stop us." Inside the barrier around the Office of Strategic Deception, the two imposters had already confessed. Their skins were torn and pulpy all over after their bodies broke down from watching guichu videos and listening to electronic music. They were puppets at the core, and were like glutinous rice wrapped in leaves after cloning.
However, under a powerful attack from two major "weapons of physics," their leaves had fallen apart.
"Please, don't do this!" The imposters begged for mercy. They were stripped of their false appearances to reveal their inner cores, which were composed of a crystal-like substance which none of the people present had seen before.
"Who are you to tell us what to do?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal stared at the imposters in front of him, the Royal Scepter in his hand.
"This should be something from the Palace of Mirrors; my guess is that it's some sort of compound substance." Fatty Luo crouched down to touch the crystal, and one of the imposters rolled around on the ground in pain. "To be able to create this sort of substance, this person is truly a genius."
Fatty Luo's admiration was sincere.
As a renowned expert in research on magic treasures, Fatty Luo had previously been officially invited by President Qi to study the human replica magic treasure Head of State 001, and he thus knew a thing or two about human cloning and bionics.
Finding a compound substance in the cultivation world suitable for making man-shaped puppets had always been a critical scientific research issue. The structure of the human body was very complicated, and even if lotus root or spirit clay was used to create prosthetics, these had a shelf life and wouldn't last in the long term. In addition, these prosthetics were relatively fragile; cultivators who switched to them were as good as giving up on body techniques, and couldn't fight as freely as other cultivators.
"What are the five element altars?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal asked again.
"They're part of a magic array which maintains the stability of the Palace of Mirrors, but which are currently under our control. Once the Five Elements Transformation Spell is activated, the Palace of Mirrors will merge with the real world: the two main worlds will become one, inseparable from each other." The imposters told them everything.
"Looks like we've really run into trouble this time."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal frowned deeply, the Royal Scepter in his hand.
They then obtained a map of the Palace of Mirrors from these imposters. The five altars were located in five different positions.
"To activate the Five Elements Transformation Spell, it looks like the Five Elements Array has to be shut down at the same time – but shifu should be able to do it, right?" In Wang Ling's bedroom, Odd Zhuo was also observing the situation at the Office of Strategic Deception via Book of Sage Immortal's screen.
"Perhaps not." Book of Sage Immortal seemed concerned. "If this was a normal Five Elements Array, my lord's strength would naturally be more than enough. However, this Five Elements Array holds an entire world together – intruding on an array consumes a great deal of my lord's spiritual energy. With his strength sealed, shutting down the five array points simultaneously will indeed be difficult. But if the seal is removed and his spiritual energy bursts out, the Palace of Mirrors and Earth might be instantly destroyed."
"No way…" Odd Zhuo couldn't believe it.
... 
Meanwhile, in the Palace of Mirrors, Wang Ling had also realized this problem.
The black shadow army guarding the altars actually wasn't hard to handle – the real difficulty was that he had to shut down all five altars at the same time. Counting in Mother Juan, Dog Two, Wang Ming and Guo Ping, they had four people and one dog, which was just nice. The problem, however, was that except for him, the other four combined weren't strong enough to shut down even one altar.
Wang Ling had to admit that this was his first time feeling torn.
He thought he could fix everything with his own strength.
What should he do?
Undo the seal on his power?
As long as he undid the talisman seal on his power and used the Great Cloning Spell to send clones to the five altars, it would be no problem at all for him to shut down the five altars with his spiritual energy at its peak.
But the issue was whether he could truly control his spiritual energy output… 
If it went berserk –
The consequences would be unimaginable.
Wang Ling sunk into silence for a long moment in front of the Altar of Water.
He was wondering whether to undo the seal.
In that moment, facing an unprecedented dilemma, Wang Ling felt deeply unsure.
Was he thinking too highly of himself?
It turned out that there actually were things he could feel helpless about… 
Wang Ling gazed at the Water Altar nearby, and his eyelids dropped slightly.
A cool breeze whooshed through the ocean of reeds next to him, and it was as if the entire world fell silent.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" Up ahead, some of the black shadow soldiers guarding the Altar of Water noticed Wang Ling and the others and rushed to surround them.
Guo Ping and Wang Ming immediately entered battle mode as several cannon muzzles appeared on their armor as they aimed at the back shadow army.
"Why did Student Wang suddenly stop moving?" Guo Ping was baffled by Wang Ling's sudden hesitation.
"Who knows. He's sensitive sometimes." This was also a huge headache for Wang Ming. He thought he knew Wang Ling well, but the truth was that even after hanging around Wang Ling for so long, there were times when even Wang Ming felt that Wang Ling was like a stranger. Perhaps, his little brother had never truly opened his heart to anyone.
"Insolent hooligans, you dare invade the Altar of Water?" At that moment, a figure emerged from the marsh up ahead. This was the guardian envoy of the Altar of Water, Yin Jiuquan, who was also a member of the black shadow army.
The original guardian had been killed when the black shadow army seized this place.
Marked with Fate Dao runes all over his body, Yin Jiuquan glowed with tremendous power. "You bunch of hooligans, you have no chance of winning. You'll need to use all your strength to deal with me! You can't stop Master's plan to merge the worlds. As long as one of the five altars is in operation, the others can be instantly restored even after they're destroyed. The probability of shutting down the five altars at the same time is zero!"
As he spoke, he got ready to attack Wang Ling.
But as he was about to activate the Fate Dao runes, there were several massive waves of energy in the air, and several golden passageways opened! 
This was Lord Ma's transmission ability!
The sound of many voices then came out of the space tunnels. "Brother Ling, to stop the black shadow army, you have to shut down the Five Great Altars at the same time! All our Office of Strategic Deception's personnel are coming to help!"
Then came Gu Shunzhi's voice. "Ling Zhenren, I, Gu Shunzhi, bring aid from the ten major clans of the Domain of the Gods!" He stepped out of the space tunnel, and was followed by none other than Wang Zhen and Liu Qingyi.
"Ling Zhenren, on Demon Saint's command, I, Shen Wuyue, bring battle aid from the four territories!"
As soon as Shen Wuyue finished speaking –
A pure and holy light appeared in the sky, and a Winged God slowly descended from the clouds.
The god's voice resounded in the vast sky. "Ling Zhenren, on Lord Thousand-Winged God's command, I have come to aid you…"


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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It was easier to run from her problems, Inara decides. 

Running is safe, familiar. She barely needs to think anymore- just let one foot fall in front of the other, again and again. Inhale, exhale. No leather collar around her neck, no other person to race- just her, and her alone. 

Turning the last corner to her building, she enters the doors, only slowing down in those final steps before the apartment complex. The woman at the front desk- a grey-haired lady with a friendly smile and warm brown eyes- gives her a cheerful wave, and Inara returns it breathlessly, panting, her skin slick with sweat as the two go through their normal exchange. 

When she can breathe enough to walk again, Inara begins the slow journey upstairs, a headache threatening at the edge of her mind. She enters her apartment with a grimace, locking the door behind her- both locks, the one that had been there previously and the second she'd installed- and sits down on the floor, the cool laminate recently vacuumed during the cleaning spree she'd gone on yesterday, her back pressing somewhat uncomfortably to the door. 

When several minutes have passed and she's no longer shaking, the young woman stands, stripping off her tank top and leggings to wear just her underclothes as she walks to her bedroom, tossing these on the floor and turning on the water of the shower. Her remaining clothing soon follows the first as Inara steps into the shower, having taken suitable time to let the bathroom fog up and cover the mirrors with a layer of condensation, hot water searing her lightly tanned skin and soaking her long brown hair. The scent of salty sweat is quickly replaced with that of sweet strawberry shampoo, then "Ocean Breeze" body wash. Inara isn't sure what an ocean breeze is supposed to smell like, but soap is soap, right? 

Even when she's done erasing the traces of her run from her body, Inara remains under the hot water, mostly just because she can. Exhaustion has hit like a truck, and she sits on the tile floor of the shower, drawing shapes in the fogged-up glass with her finger. A butterfly, a bird. It's oddly peaceful. 

After what seems like hours, though is really just a few minutes, the female finally stands and turns off the water regretfully, one hand reaching out of the shower to grab a fluffy blue towel and dry herself off with it. Wrapping it around her slim, athletic body, she takes a deep breath of the steamy air, the edge of the tattoo that covers a large section of her skin poking out at her collarbone, a friendly reminder of everything she hates. 

It's a sweater day. 

She slides on a greyish-brown sweater and old jeans, worn to a familiar softness, barely taking the time to hang up her now wet towel and dump her dirty running clothes into a laundry bin before catapulting herself directly onto her bed, not even getting under the covers prior to letting her eyes close, sleep just about immediately taking over. 

In the back of her thoughts, the demon waits.


A shaft of sunlight came through a crack in the shutters like the blade of a knife. The edges were hard and sharp and little golden motes of dust danced along its length. Where the shaft struck the floor at the end of the bed sat the marmalade cat, grooming and purring softly.Angela smiled at him and he jumped up onto the bed with a welcoming "Pprrrrppp!!"
"Shh!" Angela put a finger to her lip and looked down fondly at Domingo beside her. 
He slept like a child - abandoning himself utterly to sleep, arms flung out over his head, black curls hanging down over his forehead. A great wave of love swept over her, leaving her weak and trembling, and beneath the love, woven within it, was a little thread of fear. 
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. When Domingo awoke he did so immediately and completely. He never seemed to need a period of half-awareness, as she did. When he was awake, he was all there, his mind sharp and entire.
He looked up at her and smiled. "Angel," he said, reaching up to caress the nape of her neck. She moaned slightly and shifted in the bed. He raised himself up on one elbow and pushed her down onto her back. 
"Domingo, she said, "there isn't time. It is the feria today."
"Now, Angela," he said sternly. "You know very well that the feria will not begin until midday. There is plenty of time."
The marmalade cat got down from the bed and discreetly left the room.

* * * *
When they got there, the whole village was decorated with flags and garlands and the square was full of people dressed in fiesta clothes - the women in flamenco dresses, the men in riding outfits. Angela looked down at her green dress and sighed. "I really must buy some new clothes," she said. 
But Domingo wasn't listening. He was heading for the other side of the Plaza next to the church where Limping Pepe had set up a temporary bar. He had left his sister in charge of the permanent bar and her face could be seen through the hatchway, looking harassed and annoyed.
"Two vinos del terreno," shouted Domingo over the noise of the feria. Angela pushed her way through the crowd to join him. 
"Hello," said Limping Pepe, with a rather lewd smile. "It is Domingo's Angel. ?C¨®mo estas?"
"I am very well, thank you," she replied in a rather prudish tone, and began to drink the wine. 
Three young women were sitting on the church steps, fussing over a small baby. None of them looked old enough to be the mother. Angela felt a tiny thread of disquiet and looked away. At the other side of the square, sitting very upright in her chair at the side of the shop, Rosalba was beckoning her. 
She glanced at Domingo, who was deep in conversation with Salva the baker and apparently utterly unaware of her presence, then made her way through the merrymakers to Rosalba.
Rosalba did not smile, but stood to greet her, giving a stiff little nod of the head. 
"Rosalba, how are you?" cried Angela, genuinely pleased.
"I am well," she replied. "And you?"
"Very well," smiled Angela.
"Humph!" said Rosalba, "I should think so."
While Angela was puzzling over the meaning of this last remark, Rosalba took her by the elbow and began to propel her into the shop. "I have something for you."
They went through the shop and into a dark little room at the back, which appeared to be used as both bedroom and storeroom. Beyond the door could be seen a dusty back yard and Rosalba led the way through. Angela followed.
As she went into the yard the sun struck with an almost physical force after the cool dark interior of the shop. Rosalba had gone to the left and began to mount some uneven stone steps leading to the upper stories. 
They went through the door at the top of the stairs and were once again in a cool dark interior. After her eyes had adjusted to the gloom, Angela realised that she was in a living room. It was very small, and every inch of space had been crammed with furniture or ornaments. There was a very large and well-stuffed three piece suite with antimacassars on the backs, an enormous dining-room table of some dark shiny wood, a matching sideboard and cabinet and little shelves and alcoves in the wall, filled with trinkets and pictures, mostly with a distinct religious motif. 
Above the fireplace hung a photograph, so old it had taken on a sepia tint. In it an old woman sat very erect and unsmiling. At her right stood a young man, his hand on the back of the old lady's chair. At her left stood a little girl, dressed in white, her hand in that of the old lady. Her expression was as serious as that of her grandmother.
"You?" asked Angela, indicating the little girl. 
Rosalba nodded. "And my grandmother," she added, with obvious pride. She waved at the young man. "My father." She hesitated, then added. "They shot him."
"What? Who?" asked Angela, horrified.
"Does it matter?" Rosalba turned away from the picture with an air of finality and walked towards a door at the other end of the room.
Weaving her way through the furniture with some difficulty, Angela followed, catching a glimpse of a tiny kitchen to the right, before turning to the left and entering what was clearly Rosalba's bedroom.
This was furnished in the same stately style as the living room and it crossed Angela's mind that the family must have been quite wealthy at one time. The furniture was old, but solid and beautifully made. Angela gazed around, taking in an exquisite dressing table with three mirrors made, she thought, of walnut, with intricate inlaid patterns. Rosalba was standing before a chest of drawers, rummaging in its depths.
"Ah!" she cried triumphantly and brought out something black and lacy. She gestured to Angela to sit at the dressing table, who did so a little nervously. Rosalba stood behind her, wielding a large wooden comb.
"Now, sit still," she said.




Jenny Twist was born in York and brought up in the West Yorkshire mill town of Heckmondwike, the eldest grandchild of a huge extended family.
She left school at fifteen and went to work in an asbestos factory. After working in various jobs, including bacon-packer and escapologist’s assistant (she was The Lovely Tanya), she returned to full-time education and did a BA in history, at Manchester and post-graduate studies at Oxford.
She stayed in Oxford working as a recruitment consultant for many years and it was there that she met and married her husband, Vic.
In 2001 they retired and moved to Southern Spain where they live with their rather eccentric dogs and cat. Besides writing, she enjoys reading, knitting and attempting to do fiendishly difficult logic puzzles.
In July 2018 she won the Author Show TOP FEMALE AUTHOR Fantasy/Horror/Paranormal/Science Fiction award.

When Angela turns up in a remote Spanish mountain village, she is so tall and so thin and so pale that everyone thinks she is a ghost or a fairy or the dreadful mantequero that comes in the night and sucks the fat from your bones. 
But Domingo knows better. “Soy Angela,” she said to him when they met – “I am an angel.” Only later did he realise that she was telling him her name and by then it was too late and everyone knew her as Domingo’s Angel. 
This is the story of their love affair. But it is also the story of the people of the tiny mountain village – the indomitable Rosalba - shopkeeper, doctor, midwife and wise woman, who makes it her business to know everything that goes on in the village; Guillermo, the mayor, whose delusions of grandeur are rooted in his impoverished childhood; and Salva the Baker, who risked his life and liberty to give bread to the starving children.
The events in this story are based on the real experiences of the people of the White Villages in Southern Spain and their struggle to keep their communities alive through the years of war and the oppression of Franco’s rule. 


As the birds chirped, I slowly opened my eyes. Sitting on my bed, I looked out the window. Another day had just began, and the sunlight came in through the window in a beautiful shade of yellow.

" I can't wait to see who come today!" I said to myself excitedly. I went to the bathroom and take a bath, after changing clothes, I made my way to the kitchen and made myself a slice of bread with some jam. As I ate the bread, I opened an dark oak door carved beautifully to a shape of a hut.

I closed the door behind me and walked into a room full of mirrors, it was, except the mirrors didn't reflect myself, they reflect a family, who just made their way in the house. "It's so beautiful dad!" a little girl who came with the family said in awe. "I know Amber, we'll stay here for one night" a tall man with black hair answer, 'looks like her dad' I thought. The family start unpacking, the girl called Amber ran into a bedroom, which looks exactly like mine. "I want to sleep here!" she said, " Okay then sweety, me and your dad will sleep in the other bedroom" a woman who seems to be her mother answer. Amber pull out a small pink book from her bag, and also took out a pen. She start to wrote on it, "It must be a diary" I said to myself. I examined her, she looks about 10, with a long blonde hair and brown eyes, she's wearing a casual shirt and grey trousers. " You're beautiful" I said, she didn't seems to be bothered. I let out a sigh, 'Of course she can't hear you Zoey' I whispered to myself, annoyed. 

It's been about 4 years since I trapped in this house, I woke up under a huge tree on the hill outside the house, not remembering anything except my name and age, when I got in the house, I found a door which led me into a room full of mirrors, and different people came in everyday, looks like the house is rented, they can't see me nor hear me, but I can see them through every mirror in the house. I've tried to get out from the house but there seems like a barrier outside the house, which push me away everytime I tried to pass it. The only place I can visit outside the house is the huge tree where I first woke up. But little did I know my life will change in a short time. My name is Zoey Miller, I'm 14 years old, and this is my story...

In the underground city...

The night was still young, and the grey clouds soon covered the moon. 
In her room, where she used to call home, Reveka was frozen in her sleep. Her hands were balled up into tight shaking fists, glued to her sides while perspiration coated her body. Her forehead was burning up, she felt as if she were finally dying. 

But her mind would show her strange pictures, scenes; no. Memories of old which she thought she had long forgotten. 

The Master had sent Reveka and Hayden to the port, where a small yet powerful organization were testing on infants. The two were sent to eradicate them in a single night, and that was exactly what had played out. 

In a span of a few hours, Reveka and Hayden and entirely wiped the organization off the face of the planet. The two were a deadly duo, and their popularity among the assassins was greatly known and honored. 

But, they cared not for the popularity. The two were different as sun and moon and day and night, but they shared one common interest: The thrill of the kill. 

But because of that, every field they've stepped into automatically turned to the aftermaths of a war. Blood and rotting corpses stained every ground they stepped foot on. 

The images Reveka was forced to relive in her sleep, showed the most brutal of images. But it was not a mission she and her partner went on together, it was what Reveka had done alone...in her old bedroom. 

Reveka's old bedroom was in a basement of the Master's mansion. Her old bedroom always smelled of death, as the room was more of a morgue than a teenage girl's room. The room was rather useless, and everything inside, including herself, was completely and utterly useless.

The walls were covered in a beautiful wallpaper. The floors were of black tiles covered with a large cream white colored rug. But that rug was never clean for very long, nothing was.

Often times, the Master's old subordinate would gossip about the "Mysterious Beauty" in the Master's basement. Filthy, and foul-minded men would sneak in with the help of the Master's subordinate and try to touch Reveka as she slept. 

But she always woke and managed to plunge a sharp object into their abdomens. Back then, she was more "artistic" with how she killed. Murdering, to Reveka, was more of a masterpiece she wanted to make perfect rather than a horrible crime she had committed...without hesitation. 

She was vicious and the least human of all of the borderlands. Her insanity and monstrous appetite for blood was known to all the assassins, which gained her their respect and admiration, as well as fear. 

As more men bravely, foolishly snuck into her bedroom in creative ways, Reveka became more creative in how she'd handle them. 

Her room was filled of all sorts of strange objects, instruments, and weapons. She relived that one night where she had sliced a man's mouth vertically before spreading his mouth as wide as she could to shove a violin neck in his throat. She requested to have the body sprayed in resin, to keep the body as "lifelike" as possible. She had done the same to all the others, and she always kept them in strange places. 

She would store the bodies in the closet, in the floor, in the wall, even under her bed. Despite keeping the bodies, she never looked at them again. 

One time, the Master came to visit her, he saw her straddling a dead man's corpse on her bed, her hands stained in a brilliant crimson with her eyes foggy but a wide, maniacal smile on her face as she laughed uncontrollably. 

Reveka's eyes finally opened and she woke with her body feeling empty. Yet, when she tried getting out of bed, she crashed onto the floor. Despite how empty she felt, her body felt too heavy to even stand for more than a few seconds. She crawled to the bathroom and managed to open the glass door to the shower. She swung the knob all the way to the left, the scalding hot water burning her skin through her clothes. 

She just lay on the floor, not caring about the water splashing in her eyes. Her flesh refused to burn, and her heart refused to stop. Even her voice, refused to part through her lips to unleash a scream of agonizing pain as one would when being showered with burning hot water. 

But Reveka only laid still on the tiles, and her eyes closed once more. She fell asleep. 

...

"Reveka?" Hayden walked into the large bedroom, but the bed was empty. Instead, the bathroom door was open and the sound of a shower running filled the room as well as steam. Hayden ran to the bathroom and stared at the sight. 

The bathroom was filled with hot steam which fogged up the glass and mirrors entirely. The stuffiness of the room made it incredibly difficult and annoying to breathe in. 

Hayden turned off the shower and managed to drag Reveka's burning body out of the bathroom. 

Reveka slowly opened her eyes, because she could suddenly feel the thin arms of a psychopath wrapping around her burning body. 

"...what the hell are you doing...?" 

"Idiot...I told you to use cold water..." 

"I don't feel it, what do you care?" 

"It's not for you...it's for me. Do you even understand how fucking hard it is for me to hug you right now??" 

Reveka chuckled flatly, but she hugged her back. 

"Is my old room still there?" 

"Hah? Why do you want to go back there?" 

"I never said that..." 

"You don't have to say it for me to know it, idiot. I know you better than anyone, including yourself." 

Reveka sighed, but she couldn't disagree. If anything, Reveka was probably the one who knew herself the least. Her life was never hers, she had done everything she had done, by orders given to her from someone who had her on a leash. 

Hayden pulled away and led her to the bed. Hayden got a soaked towel and folded it neatly before gently placing it on Reveka's forehead. 

"...Do you remember what we were like before?" 

Hayden just scoffed at Reveka's absurd question, "Reveka, you were the only one who changed so dramatically. I'm the same woman I was when I first came here." 

"...I thought I left that version of me for good...I don't like that I suddenly see myself again..." 

"Whatever you saw, that isn't you. You always hated yourself, but you're better to yourself these days. I can tell. Back then, the Master and I...we did nothing to help. There were so many times where I wanted to come to you, and ask how you felt...or to just run in and hug you...but you resented me. I kept to myself and acted harsh towards you, cause that was the only way I could get a reaction from you..."

Hayden started to laugh at herself. 

"Ah, I'm crying over such trivial things." she wiped away her unfallen tears with the back of her hand before continuing to dab another wet towel on Reveka's sweaty body, trying to clean her up and cool her down. 

Reveka studied Hayden's expressions. She could see that Hayden wasn't doing this out of pity, but because she genuinely cared. She had always thought that the hatred was mutual, but Hayden's confession and expressions showed that she was clearly wrong. 

Reveka sat up and hugged Hayden, and Hayden felt as if she was finally receiving the warmth of a mother's loving embrace. Hayden's eyes watered again, and this time, the fat tears that had built up, streamed down her cheeks.

Reveka could feel Hayden's tears wetting her shoulder, and she could only feel a sort of shame and guilt within the deepest, darkest parts of her nonexistent soul. 

"I'm sorry, Hayden." 

Hayden didn't answer, the room just filled of her soft sniffles while Reveka patted her back gently.

(As a series, TOGF comes after *My Lady and Mistress Whom I Lo...*) 

Country Q. is a beautiful place. Where the blue skies are bright and the warm sun shares its light with everyone. But within Country Q. are dangerous people who hide in the shadows, while others hide in plain sight. 
A young man, Irving Quinn, takes no pleasure in what other guys his age do. Instead, he suffers from the loss of his father. What he doesn't know, is that his father's legacy wasn't all he left behind.

"You don't have to do this. You know, deep down, this isn't right. By doing this, you only destroy what the people thrive on."




"Thrive? Have you seen your city? City S isn't known for its happy people, it's known for its secrets. You should know that better than anybody!"




"You're right. We aren't happy, we can't thrive in a world where all we can do is keep our secrets ours. I know. But with doing this, this whole empire of yours? It will only ruin what is already broken."




"HA!! I have built this empire so that I can recreate the three countries within our border! The three have been suffering because we have no order! People must understand who is in charge!"




"And I suppose you think that's you?"




"Not just me. Think about it- my home is filled with beastly creatures who are tainted in the blood of their own victims. They reek of everything that is wrong with the world. I have them under my control. I am a leader, and so are you. A skilled assassin with a rational mind and talent no one else possesses. With powerful women like us, we could make our ideal world within the border!"




"What the hell is wrong with you? Look around- is this your 'ideal world'? Your inflated ego had burned down my home. You will destroy everything, everyone!"

"What part of rebuild do you not understand? I really don't think what I've been saying is all that hard to understand."

"You're insane. It's no wonder you got rejected by him."

"...do you know of that, hmm? Well, what does it matter, it's not like I feel the same."

"Hmm. Let's test that."


As he leaned against the balcony railing, Dane smiled at me."I find it very soothing here, and definitely conducive to more pleasurable pursuits."
"Not your typical bachelor pad," I opined and took a tentative seat on one of the loungers, finding the cushions as soft as clouds.
"Nope," he laughed as he stood straight and then approached me."It's my own space where I leave business behind and just enjoy life."
"It's-perfect."Perhaps even too perfect, but I certainly couldn't complain, especially when he told me to make myself comfortable while he'd fix me a drink."Nothing alcoholic now," I reminded him since I had to drive home.I finally focused my gaze on Dane as he went inside and over to a chrome wall unit.One swish of his hand opened a half shell wall to reveal a fully stocked bar, crystal glasses and dark decanters on shelves of black and white marble swirl.
As he poured sparkling water and Pasionola into slim, smoky tumblers, I strolled back over to the open patio doors and leaned against the frame."You know," I opined in a lackadaisical mood, "if I had a place like this I don't think I'd ever leave the premises.Even an earthquake wouldn't budge me."
"The idea is certainly tempting," he answered with a light smile."More times than not I just want to stay in bed and while away the day."
"You should," I advised in all seriousness, "or at least entertain a few indulgent guests.Do you do much entertaining?"
"Once in awhile.Not lately though.I just don't seem to have the time anymore."As he spoke, Dane walked over with our libations and offered the tumbler in his left hand.I took the drink and whispered my thanks. 
Dane held up his glass."Well, here's to relaxation when and where we can get it."
"I'll drink to that."
"Oh, and speaking of relaxing," he continued after we both sipped at our drinks, fizzy with just a touch of passion flower sweetness."I haven't shown you the bedroom yet.Care to see my lair?Or do you think it's too much too fast?"
"I'm not afraid-at least not yet."
"Good.I like a strong woman, unafraid to explore new territory.So, let's go explore."
He seized my glass and set both of ours down on a nearby table.Then, hooking his arm through mine, he walked me over to the spiral staircase."I have an elevator, but I prefer the old-fashioned method of physical activity."
For a moment, I wondered if that included sex, good, hard, strenuous sex to rev up the heartbeat and strain all the right muscles. I quickly banished the thought although I knew it would resurface again later on this evening while I lay alone in bed unable and unwilling to go to sleep without the comfort of a male presence.
Now Dane allowed me to climb the steps first before he followed at a discreet distance, already having turned on the upstairs lightning.Of course, the second floor was just as stunning, and probably even brighter with large clerestory windows to let in the day's sunshine. A color scheme of white, silver, charcoal and cool blue ran from the walls to the settee cushions to the nubby carpeting. My focus kept returning to the sunken bed surrounded by mirrored panels and blue lighting tubes along the recessed sides.To get to the bed you simply stepped down to the mattress, or walked on top of the downy and shimmering pale-blue and silver duvet.
Suddenly I felt his fingers dive under my chin and coax my head towards the ceiling.I opened my mouth first, set to say something witty, but I couldn't form the words as awe strangled me.The domed ceiling had been fashioned as the vast universe beyond the earth.Millions of stars twinkled and formed the constellations while others blazed across the ceiling with sparkling tails.Shooting stars they were called, although I had never seen one.Several bright planets rotated by, and I recognized Saturn and Mars, even our own moon as it had been before colonization.
"It's so-" I finally managed."Brilliant-fantastic!"
"Well, I like it.And you have to admit it's better than staring at a plain ceiling." Standing beside me, Dane laughed effervescently, his fingers long since gone from my chin, although his imprint remained on my flesh and his scent lingered to taunt me with his potent presence.
"Of course," he added, "I could have done the whole thing in mirrors, but why do I want to see myself in all my sleepy muss head glory?"
I bit my tongue as I thought of alternative scenarios, such as his perfectly-formed ass and muscular back reflected for my enjoyment as he pumped me silly along the bed-




Marva Dale is the pen name for author Debra McReynolds.  Retired from the public relations field, Debra now spends her free time indulging in her passion for writing.  "I used to fill my school notebooks with stories," Debra relates, "and then add artwork to go along with them.  My second grade teacher, Mrs. Daley, predicted that I would be a writer one day."
A fan of the mystery genre, she enjoys crafting tales with a twist of suspense, a touch of romance, and a bit of humor. 
Debra and her husband, Dale, make their home in El Paso, Texas, with their dog, cats and rabbits.

In the 22nd Century, Los Angeles Detective Cadye Parrish has been called in to help in the murder case of Gavin McAllister who lived on Terre Celeste, the wealthy second tier, and who worked for the Senesco Institute. Digging deeper, she finds a terrible plot involving an age-inducing drug produced by the institute and the unwitting victims of the conspiracy who all danced at the Midnight Lace Club. During her investigation, she meets Dane Merrick, the public relations man for the foundation. And now as she becomes intimate with Dane, Cadye finds she just might be falling for a mass murderer.


Savannah bowed to me and said," Pleased to meet you madam Luna."


I greeted both Katherine and Savannah, they seemed nice.
I could hear talking coming from inside, but I didn't see anyone. 
I climbed the staircase following Savannah, who guided me to an ornate set of double doors on the third floor. A large man stood outside the doors looking imposing.
Short black hair cut military style, he cocked his eye at me before politely bowing his head.
Savannah nodded to the man as he opened the door. I didn't have time to say anything because I was soon ushered inside...
The room was warm and inviting, with a cosy fireplace in the sitting area. There were several comfortable looking chairs near the fire. A large flat-screen TV sat in front of a full-sized leather couch.
Several paintings and antiques decorated the area tastefully. 


"These are Alpha Blake's private quarters. The bedroom and bathroom are through there. I will have food and clothing sent up for you. There will be a guard posted at the door."


I nodded.


"Thanks, Savannah, how many people live here?"


"Not many, about 30 of them. A few lone wolves, and staff. Rest all live all over the pack land in their houses or the hostel of the unmated.


"That's very few people for such a big house, I commented," I commented.


She smiled," Oh! it's always busy here, ever since the Alpha moved into these quarter. you won't feel lonely I assure you."


"He didn't stay here before?" I asked.


"No madam Luna, the previous Alpha use to stay in the house just behind this mansion. It's near the riverfront. Alpha Lucian moved here after he became the Alpha as he moved in Alpha quarter as it was easier to manage things from the packhouse."


"Ok," I replied while processing this information. 


"Thank you again and please call me Alice," I smiled at her.


Savannah beamed back at me.


"As you wish Madam.....I mean Alice."


"These rooms are Alpha's domain; no one will bother you here. For now, stay inside the rooms though and don't go out." 


She motioned toward the bedroom. 
I wondered why was everything hell-bent on keeping me indoors like a prisoner.


"Alpha's rooms have been protected against certain things with magic and that prevents anyone from entering without access" she rambled on and on about various security measures while I zoned out and observed the room.
I nodded, I had no interest in following this stupid order, but I wasn't going to make my life any more difficult than it was already.


Savannah walked out the doors and closed them behind her.


Alone inside the elegant suite, I walked from the sitting room into the large bedroom. I had no wish to go outside if I was safe here and that's what Lucian wanted. The glass doors allowed faint moonlight to wash inside the room and give everything a silver glow.


An enormous king-sized bed graced one wall of the room. The bed towered in the large space. I stepped up to it and took in the detail on the magnificent carved wooden posts that supported the heavy canopy above it. Piled high with large pillows, it was a bad fit for a king.


Shaking my head at the luxury, I walked to the bathroom and was again amazed. It was big and could have accommodated 15 people. A large walk-in shower adorned the back wall and a Jacuzzi tub sat quite prominently in the middle of the room.
It is not like I wasn't used to luxury, Jade moon wasn't poor but this was over the top.


The colours were all white and blue. Large mirrors covered most of the walls. The sink area was very Spartan, a toothbrush and a razor sat at the ready.
A second sink area was on the opposite wall. I was surprised to find boxes of deodorant and toothpaste the same brand a mine. I picked up an unopened toothbrush and pondered the significance. Lucian was sure I would end up here.


I wondered what else he knew about me. That thought was frightening.
The marble tile was cool under my feet as I kicked off my shoes and stripped down. Not being sure what to do with my clothes I piled them on the counter. 



After my shower, I found a t-shirt, underwear, and sweat pants all in my size in one of the cupboards. There were other dresses and clothes as well, but I chose comfort over looking good. I had no interest in enticing Lucian. I looked at the clock on the wall and it read at 5 pm. With nothing better to do I started exploring the suit, it was big with a study, gym and a small kitchen of its own. I guess he didn't eat in the general packhouse. 


The study had an array of books ranging from fiction, business administration to mechanical engineering. I wondered who read all these. I arrived back into the living room and curled up on the couch, waiting for Lucian to come back.


I woke up to the sensation of someone nuzzling my neck. 


"What are you doing?" I winced and immediately tried to move away. Only to realise I was pinned under him, well not exactly pinned. I had fallen asleep with my head on the headrest and he was leaning over me to reach my neck. He was too heavy to shove off. I could only squirm under him.


"Is this what you were looking for?" he whispered in my ear and continued nuzzling. 


"No, stop you promised, you wouldn't mark me," I squirmed and turned away from him to avoid his lips.


"I am not marking you, relax," he chuckled, and interlaced his finger with mine, pulling me down so I was lying on the couch with his body bent over mine. Both my hands pinned on either side of my head.


My wolf Lana was ecstatic and I was already wet, though I had to try my best to resist.


"You said you won't do anything,g,"  I said flatly.


"I made no such promise, princess. I said I won't mark you, which I won't. I never promised anything about not wanting you."


I closed my eyes shut as he traced my jawline with his tongue. That made it even hard to resist.


"What do you want?" I whispered, keeping my eyes shut.


"You know what I want," he replied, "but I know you are not ready for that quite yet." He said, as he slid over me, and placed a trail of kisses from my jawline to the neck, extracting a gasp from me.


"Please stop," I whimpered, which came out more of a request than a command.


"This is just the start princess, I am yet to punish you for your insolence back in the car," he said silkily against my ears. 


My eyes flew open. Wait what? I assumed he had forgotten all about to.


"You are kidding!" I said to him.


His gaze roamed my face features as if searching for vulnerabilities that I was attempting to hide.


While my heart hammered, he seemed relaxed and wholly at ease, as if he were treating himself languidly to some diversion.


"I am serious," he answered. "However, I am not unreasonable. If you entertain me well enough, I can be more merciful with your punishment." He offered a teasing look as if to convey the generosity of this sentiment.


"Get off me!" I tried to push him off with all my might.


"How rude, Alice. Is that his how you show respect to your Alpha." His grip tightened on my wrists until I felt bruises forming on them.


"You have disobeyed me, and there would be consequences for that - lest you make a habit of it." He smirked while I looked terrified into those green depths.


"You would be punished, Alice." He drawled, lips curling into a cruel smile.

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"What are you doing?" I shouted as the huge man ripped off my engagement ring from my finger.

"No!" I screamed as he threw away the diamond ring.

"You are mine! Do you understand? Only mine!" His gorgeous green eyes bore into mine.

"Never! I reject....." I never completed the sentence, his mouth was on mine, capturing my lips into a punishing kiss.

Alice has her life all sorted, she has a good job, a wonderful fiancee. Apart from a little secret, she was a werewolf, her life was in her control. After losing her parents in a rough attack she had been sent away to live with her aunt, a keeper.
Alice was what one would call an urban werewolf who had no intention of finding her mate.
But things didn't turn out as expected when the most handsome, powerful and dangerous Alpha of US claimed her as his mate. With her wolf in the heat but her mind warning her against the union. How will she resist being his Luna?

for paying the debt, i take more part-time job to help aniiki. i know he loaned to loan sharks because of me, aniiki didn't telling me because he worried that i don't growing like other, and only cares about money. i'm very grateful to have brother like him.

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i don't know how much aniiki owe the money to them, however lately my brother always came late, i even only see him at morning when he was about to go work, he even didn't have time to breakfast so that time, i starting to wake up early to make him bento.

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that day, when i came back from my part-time job, at the front my house there 4 people with black suit stood guarding the door. i heard my brother voice from the house

"please give me more time! i will pay the money!"

"ha? already given you 3 months! and now? you want more time?!! i already kind enough to not break your legs!"

I immediately rushed to the house and ignoring the 4 people like bodyguard.

"Aniiki!"

"H-haruka!"

"what happened?"

inside, i saw my brother kneeling to a fat man with angry expression. when my brother see me, his expression turn dark and trembled.

"who are you!" i shouted to fat man. then he turns around and his expression become bright, he observed me and stopped when he looked at my chest with lust. i disgusted by him.

"hmm hmm." he nodded and said to my brother. "I will clear your debt if this beautiful girl accompany me one night how was that?" 

"Ju jun boss, i will give you our house so please don't touch haruka." aniiki shake his head and said that.

"brother!"

"it's still not enough."

"i know. give me 5 month."

"no can't do"

"ju jun boss i beg you!" the fat man shaking his head and clapped his hand. immediately the 4 black suit man rushed towards my brother and punched and kick him.

"brother!" I cried and when i about rushed towards my brother, the fat man held my hand.

"how was it? if you want accompany me they will stop and money he owe me settled."

"only one night?" I asked, i too pure at that time. i don't know about "one night' he talking about. I looked towards brother and nodded.

"good" then he clapped again. immediately the 4 blacksuit man stopped and stood.

"let's go" he said to me. 

"haruka!" aniiki called me but i ignore him. this is my chance to loosened his burden.

"yes" I followed.

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he brought me to hotel. in hotel, suddenly he throw me to bed. i shocked!

"kyaah"

"nice voice!" the fat man immediately take his clothes.

"w-what are you doing?!" 

"of course to eat you"

"n-no! don't come any closer!"

"you already agreed."

"b-but..."

"enough!" then he held both my hand and take off my clothes and my skirt.

"noo!"

"shut up!" he slapped my cheeks.

"please i beg you! let me go"

"no excuse!" I very scared i crying! aniiki save me! i don't want my first with this pig. then I kicked his important part. he immediately cried of pain and released my hand.

"aakkkk"

i run towards door with only my underwear.

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i running at the rooftop and hide. i can hear foot step running all the way. i sighed of relive, when i can't hear any. then something caught my wrist.

"found you!" the fat man held my wrist 

"kyaaah!" I panicked 

"hahaha " he laughed and slapped me very hard. i fell down. he at top of me and groping my breast.

"nooo! stop! help!" i shouted trying to resist. but I can't...brother!

i pushing him with all my power i have. i backwards steps by step from him.

"please stop....i beg you...."

"where are you going now?"

"please..." i don't see what on behind and keep repeating. immediately the fat man his expression become horror he shouted at me.

"oi stop!" i ignore him and still retreated from him.

"please let go of me"

"i told you stop!" he immediately running towards me. when i about to turning, suddenly i fell down from the building..

"kyaaahhh!" after that my vision turn dark...

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when i opened my eyes , my head hurts... when i about get up. there a gentle warm voice beside me..

"stay still child. your body is injured." when i looked towards the voice. there a mature beautiful woman, blonde hair, blue eyes wearing white dress. the weird part from her is , her ears long.. cosplay?..

"...who...?" I asked weakly..

"... it seems your head got knocked very hard.." she said with worry and sad.

"where is this?" 

"your bedroom.."

"bedroom...?"

"mmh"

"can I have mirrors...?"

"hmm mirrors? ah don't worry child your face still beautiful as always."

"please..."

"wait a moment"

...

then she back with mirrors in her hand.

"here"

"thanks you..."

"mmh"

then i looked to the mirror.. i surprised and shocked! who is that girl?! in the mirror, there a beautiful girl with violet hair and eyes with pale face.. is this me...?

The stories about high school students. who asleep while his pc game still on.

When he wake up suddenly he was in a fantasy world as his game Character that, he playing for 4 years!


Voice: Hi. I believe you kidnapped my friend. 

The two villainesses turned around to see Evelyn standing there. The auburn-haired girl could see her friend was unconscious and hovering up and down. The two villains smirked at each other.

Keriana: *sweetly mocks* Aww, look, Erica, Princess Claire's got a bodyguard, isn't that cute?
Erica: Sickening, isn't it, Mistress?
Keriana: Very sickening.
Erica: Perhaps a touch of the Moreno darkness should teach her?
Keriana: *smirked evilly* You know me so well, Scarab.

Keriana pointed both her hand's palm first at Evelyn, causing the young woman to fling through the air and fall on her side. Evelyn winced in pain as she got up slowly, shocking and surprising the two bad girls. 

Evelyn: I got that treatment as a kid, you're not exactly different from them. A pathetic bitch looking to cause trouble because she can't admit she's got problems. 
Keriana: Shut up! 

Keriana blasted Evelyn, causing her to fall close to the unconscious Princess of Lunaris, which made the princess slowly wake up and realise where she was. 

Claire: Ev....? What the hell happened? 
Keriana: Shit! Nice going, "Ev", was it? 
Evelyn: You blasted me in her direction. Kinda your fault. 
Erica: Don't speak to your future Empress like that! 
Claire: No citizen or royal of Umbra would become Emperor or Empress of Hecatia. Just stick to Umbra, it should be enough! 
Keriana: Hmmm..... nope! 

Claire raised her palms and a bright light shone in Keriana and Erica's eyes, blinding them, as Claire grabbed Evelyn and ran outside of the pawn shop. The young women didn't stop running until they arrived at the Brews Cafe back on Spells Parade. The two relaxed and each had a cup of tea, Evelyn's was a simple iced tea, and as Claire was sipping her chamomile tea, Evelyn pulled out the pouch. 

Evelyn: I found this on the floor of my bedroom. A citrine shaped as a star. It's pretty, also real citrine. 
Claire: Oh, thank Hecate! Mummy would be angry if I lost this. As the Princess of Lunaris, it's my duty to protect the Citrine Star. 
Evelyn: Fitting name for it. Is that why they're after you? Those girls from the pawn shop? 
Claire: Keriana Moreno and Erica Scarab. They'll be attending the Erebus Institute of Evil, no doubt. 
Evelyn: I'm just glad you're okay. 
Claire: So am I. Mummy said I should have guards, but I should really have a damn good friend. How'd you find me, anyways? 
Evelyn: I met this man who owns the Caleste Magical Antiquities, and he sold me these palm held mirrors, I asked it a question and it took me to you. 
Claire: Any chance he has more of these mirrors? 
Evelyn: Definitely. 

So Evelyn returned to Caleste Magical Antiquities on Potter Lane, with Claire, and upon entry, Leonard perked his head up to see the auburn girl, this time with a blonde. 

Evelyn: Hello again. 
Leonard: Ah, hello. I see you found your friend. 
Claire: With thanks to you. Now, I believe you have a similar mirror? I'd like to buy every single one you have in stock. 
Leonard: All five of them? 
Claire: Yep. All five of them. They'll be incredibly useful. 
Leonard: And who shall I say is buying the mirrors? 
Claire: Her Royal Highness Claire deLuna, Crown Princess of Lunaris and good witch of solar light. 
Leonard: Of course, your highness. 

Now with five hand held mirrors tucked away in pouches, and in a bag, Claire and Evelyn walked to Portal Station and back to Elysian Harbour, unaware of the recent development to Evelyn's life as she knew it. 



After the tragic and unexpected death of her brother, a young woman named Evelyn has her life changed forever when she experiences events that throw her into an entirely new world filled with adventure, romance and of course… magic! 

When she unexpectedly meets a mysterious woman named Claire, and takes her on a surprising journey that reveals parts of Evelyn’s life she never dreamed of, but had been kept from her. 

Evelyn is introduced to a congregation of peculiar looking people with attire that she had never seen before in her protected world.

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