Meanwhile, Lin Qianyi was totally shocked by this level of pampering from such a handsome guy. Her already-large eyes grew even wider, nearly popping out of their sockets.
Although she felt a sense of warmth from Di Yanmo, she instinctively knew that he was a naturally cool and distant guy. Helping a girl blow-dry her hair was just too bizarre!
Lin Qianyi's little heart shuddered. She was worried that something terrible awaited her after the pampering.
She could feel the increasing warmth of the aura behind her. Di Yanmo's long fingers brushed against her scalp now and then, and his heat was scorching to her.
Lin Qianyi immediately stiffened. She could detect that Di Yanmo was extremely dangerous, but she had no idea why.
Nevertheless, her instincts had always been very accurate. As a result, without waiting for him to finish drying her hair, Lin Qianyi just stood up and scurried over to the bed, burrowing herself within the sheets.
Feeling safer now, Lin Qianyi peeked out from under the covers to look at him. "Ahem. Well… I'm very sleepy. Thank you for just now… umm… you have very good blow-drying skills."
Scared that she might have offended Di Yanmo, Lin Qianyi quickly praised him for his blow-drying skills.
Di Yanmo narrowed his deep eyes as he continued to stare at her.
Lin Qianyi shrunk back. Shooting him a sheepish look, she decided to just shut her eyes and pretend to sleep.
Amusement flashed past Di Yanmo's eyes as he gazed at the little girl lying stiffly on the bed. He rubbed his fingers together as if still savoring the feel of her silky hair.
The little dear whom he had waited for 12 years had finally appeared before his eyes again. This time, she would belong to him completely. Forever and ever!
Di Yanmo felt somewhat exasperated as he observed her increasingly stiff posture. He knew that she was guarded against him.
But never mind. They still had a lot of time to spend together…
Di Yanmo kept the hair-dryer and walked over to Lin Qianyi. In the quiet room, his footsteps sounded extremely clear and distinct.
Lin Qianyi grew increasingly nervous as she heard his approaching footsteps. She was as stiff as a corpse now.
Lin Qianyi's heart raced when she felt a slight pressure on the other side of the bed. She felt like her heart would leap out of her mouth anytime.
At the same time, she felt increasingly warm. Nestled under the covers, she felt like she was roasting in a hot oven.
Di Yanmo sat on the bed and gazed down at her flushed, egg-shaped face. His cool, handsome features grew gentle as he stroked her cheek with his long, slender hand.
"Feeling unwell?"
His low, magnetic voice rang out beside her ear. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, making her heart give a violent jump.
Lin Qianyi instinctively wanted to answer but managed to hold her tongue at the last moment so as to not expose her ruse.
Lin Qianyi was trying her best to pretend to be asleep. She had even purposely slowed down her breathing.
But… she didn't realize that her deep red face had already betrayed her utterly.
Lin Qianyi couldn't help but wriggle when she felt the cool hand on her cheek. But she immediately regretted her movement—so much so that she desperately wished to bang her head against a wall now!


He is the invisible king of City A who detests physical intimacy with anyone—anyone but her. 
A fight occurs one day. 
“My dear Fourth Master, I did wrong.” The girl whimpers pitifully. 
“What did you do wrong?” Fourth Master glances at her. 
“I shouldn’t have gotten into a fight,” the girl replies weakly. 
“Did you win?” Fourth Master asks. 
“I did.” The girl gives a brilliant smile. 
“Mmm, not bad.” 
Fourth Master pats her head encouragingly. She taught that adulterous couple a lesson. 
“Are you in pain?” Fourth Master kisses her hand lightly. 
“A little.” The girl resumes her pitiful expression. 
“In the future, use your feet and remember to wear shoes. If you can’t overcome them, just call me.” Fourth Master strokes her head as he comforts her lovingly.

First I'd like to apologize for ruining the 'new' section of webnovel with my shamelessness. Everyone should stop using 'ignore this' 15k words on the start of your chapter, well, unless you're me of course, with the hide of a whale.

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Soon the next day arrived and we prepared to set out, I looked into the polished silver hand mirror I had on hand and was satisfied with my new appearance,

Over the past two years since I have arrived in this world, I have grown stronger and taller at an above average 5'7" for my age of 15 years. My muscles have grown but are still very lean as I haven't trained my strength as much as agility, but still like before, my monstrous level of muscle density makes up for it.

I kept my hair the same with messy brown locks adorned over my head, still trimmed long enough to only have bangs showing, I never was much for long hair on men.

My face grew more handsome with the progression of puberty and I have nice western features and striking blue eyes which give off a more dignified aura than before.

I decided to support Artoria in her endeavor to become king, not only to grow in strength but to cement myself in history.

It sounds strange but, if I die, I want to at least be remembered.

I tuck away those thoughts as I look at my clothing, I still went with a brown tunic over a long sleeved white collared shirt, black trousers and brown leather boots. The main change in my clothing was the cloak, this cloak I made along with the help of Vivian during my time there.

The cloak was layered with multiple defensive runes and my own unique flair, I decided to dye it as a red and black gradient, it's starts a bright red from the start but slowly fades into black by the end, the cloak reaches to my calfs in length and covers my arms as well. The final touches of the mantle was something I decided.

As someone that likes to look cool I also lined the neck of the cloak with white fur and the ends and sides of the cloak also have gold trimmings. The final touch was the golden coat of arms at the back of the cloak. For the cost of arms I decided to pick a lion. The lion has yet to represent royalty and such at this time, so I decided to choose it. 

I mean what's as domineering in medieval Britain than the King the Beasts...?

I put down my polished silver mirror and head down the stairs only to end up face to face with Artoria, she put on a cloak as well and tied up her hair in an attempt to appear more masculine, she also wore a brown leather tunic but with a metal breastplate as well.

She gave off a dignified air, but not quite one of royalty just yet, maybe it's her dragon blood...?

She seemed immersed in my outfit before I flashed my hands on her face, she snapped out of it only to quickly become excited before yelling, "So, cool!"

"Ooops!" She covers her mouth before casting a short magic and clearing her throat. Only for me too hear,

"So cool." She said once again but with a much deeper and more masculine voice.

We stared at each other before we couldn't hold it anymore and broke into laughter, her masculine laughter only instigate me further which she responded in turn, this continued until Merlin arrived and bonked our heads then told us to follow.

We stifled our laughter before giving each other one last chuckle and proceeding after Merlin.

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Sorry for shorter interlude chapter as I wanted to plan a bit more for this arc before releasing the next chapter. 

Thanks for reading,
-RISE10

Erased from existence by a Higher Power on a whim then given three heavily restricted wishes, I’m transmigrated into the world of a shitty battle harem anime over a thousand years before the main plot, will I be alright..?

I stood still for several minutes, my fist still on the spot where I punched the mirror completely frozen in fear. The house was silent besides the faint tune from a radio playing music that I haven't heard before. It was coming from his office as he stays in there at night time to work.
I waited for time to pass, listening for any signs that he heard me break the mirror but there were none. I sighed in relief as I gently removed my fist from the mirror, any glass that my fist was holding down onto the frame came falling down into the sink in front of me. I removed the dress from my hand and took my shaking fingers and grabbed onto the other dress that was hanging over the mirror and pulled it off.
I pulled it off the mirror quickly and glanced into the shattered shards that still held onto the frame, a shattered girl looked back at me, only this time she had a plan and was determined to carry it out. 
I grabbed at a large sharp piece of glass that stared back at me, placing it into my hand and holding it firmly. It fit in my hand so well that I couldn't help but smile happily. Tonight I was determined to take my daughter and I escape from his clutches.
I turned around quickly and exited the bathroom, I closed the door behind me and turned to the bed. Now I just needed to make sure that he doesn't see the broken mirror. I walked to the bed and climbed on top of the white comforter. I lifted one of the many pillows and placed the glass shard snugly inside the pillowcase so that it would be difficult to spot. I placed the pillow back and climbed back under the covers and pulled them to my chin, the coolness from the stuffed blanket made my eyes get heavy, I buried my face into a pillow and closed my eyes. Now I wait.
She was lulled to sleep with her onyx hair covering her face and was spread out on the pillows and gently hanging over the edges of the bed. Her breathing was steady and her new white nightgown was hiked up just past her belly button. The cool breeze drifted into the bedroom that she slept soundly in and gently caressed her body. Dreams of her childhood were painted on her eyelids as they sung the tunes of the hummingbirds that would dance around her and play in her hair. Winny was finally asleep with her new bed embracing her tiny frame and the duvet lay sprawled around her ivory legs. One leg hung off the bed and the other was under the covers, her new nightgown revealed her flawless naked thighs and her ample breasts that sat perfectly on her chest with her nipples hard from the cool room.


Mc POV 

"Yeah I had planes to get a job". Maybe rob a back?,with the life of this guy I'm sure I won't have to worry he barely has time for normal life. 

Touma "ahhh it's so late let's go".

No long after making it to a apartment complex. Looking at the room that could barely be called a room.

Touma "it's not much....but it's home" before going no to the ac unit. 

Touma "ahh! That stupid lightening.....knocked the power out!, that's just my luck." Before goin to going straight to the closet, taking out a bed mat and covers. 

Touma "Here....I'm beat man" dropping to his bed.

Taking off the hoodie, ninja sandals and rolling up my joggers, having a tank top hidden rain village symbol on the back crossed out. Walking to the balcony leaning over and looking out. 

'Out of all places she could have landed, she landed here'. Going to the mat, throwing  the covers to the side and falling asleep. 

Touma "just my luck....the ac unit, crushing my bank card, now the food in the fridge is bad!...calm down touma...it's a wonderful day.....aye yahiko!". Kicking the mat and throwing that smelled by old food as my catch it and dropping it beside me . 

"Huh nice try, why are you so loud In the morning?!"
Covering my arm over my eyes.

Touma "tch let me wash the blanket, or do you want to sleep in it!" Kicking it again taking his mate and covers to the balcony. 

"5 minutes" rolling over. 

Touma "yahiko!!!!" From the balcony. 


"WHAT!, can't a guy sleep!" Shooting up, looking at touma pointing at a little girl, with long blue hair, in a white and gold nune outfit. 

Touma "any idea?" With a suspicious look. 

"Nope i don't kidnap Loli's, there something you want to tell me? " smirking and falling back. 

Index "I'm hungry...so very very hungry" 

Touma "huh?!"

"She said she's hungry idiot" covering my eyes with my arm.

Touma "I heard yahiko....why the heck is she hear!?" Point his hand.

Index "give me food! Please"

Touma "so you just show up asking for food?"
Scratching the back of his head.

Feeling neck to me I feel the nasty sandwich he had stepped on, hold it up.

"Hey nune girl here?" 

Index "thank you so much grumpy guy." Darting at me.

When she jumped trying to eat my hand i off my arm catching her by the head, squeezing a bit.

"Calm down" placing her to the side and handing it to her, putting my arm back.

Index "sorry I got a little carried away" face down she grabs the food. 

Touma "ahh...don't eat that it's bad, I'll make something". Feeling bad, running to take the old sandwich. 

"What a nice guy haha" 

Touma "tch" kicking the mat and going in the kitchen to make what looked like a salad.

*grrr 

Index "I'm so hungry thou!" Falling back.

Touma "fine fine here" putting the bowl at the table a little away from me.

Index "food!" Before it looked like she flash stepped.

Index "this is so very good thank you!" 

"Haha you gave her spoiled salad smooth" hearing them.

Touma "alright I give" taking the bowl.

Index "heyyy! I was enjoying that". With a pout. 

Touma "here" giving her the only Edible thing in this house, rice crackers. 

Touma "so you want to tell me why you are out on the balcony of my house?".

Index "well I fell here by chance I was being pursued" 

Touma "....." staring.

Index "oh..... I forgot to tell you my name...I'm index" moving her hands around in an animated fashion. 

Touma "your name is part of a book, I'm not buying it" 

Index "yes index librorum prohibitorum...my magic name is dedicatus545 it translates to the"

"The consequently lamb who safeguards the wise of the mighty ha"

Index "huh? Ok who's this guy"

Touma "don't worry he's just a grumpy guy" pointing at me. 

Laying back and listening to then go back and fourth.

"Ok ok enough! Pull" Getting treated of you too of them. Pulling touma as he touched her robe.

Touma "ahhh...what the" getting lifted and flying toward me.

Index "that Hand your so proud of is a fake" before her cloths blew up.

"Touma unless you wanted to see her nude?why would you ever do that?".Lifting my body.

Index "nude?!" Looking down before throwing her my hoodie to her.

"Your both so loud" walking to the bath room.

Coming out and seeing index in my hoodie, that was way to big for her, siting on the bed while touma sits there trying to say sorry.

Touma "look I'm sorry I thought you were kidding". 

Index "your a pervert" taking something and throwing it at him.

Catching it and sitting down at the table leaning.

"Are you guys done yet, index you told him it was magic and to try his hand out,touma you explained your power and still went for it". 

Touma "who would think she was telling the truth?"

Index "Who would think your stupid hand could make people's clothes explode?!"

"Enough, both of you" shsking my head 

Index "thank you for the hoodie...but why are your eyes closed". Putting her hand on her chin.

Touma "ahh shes right why you doing that?!" 


"Because it's a pain in the ass, trying to explain my eyes". 

Touma "I can see that there kinda cool though!" Leaning back on the floor.

Index "what's so special about your eyes?" 

"Nothing just leave it" cross my arms facing Down at the table. 

Index "come on it can't be as worse then his hand!...come on show me...show me ....show me" poking my back.

[30 show mes later] 

"Alright already stop poking me!"

Touma "thank you I thought I would die" while having a pillow on his face.

Index "yay!"

Lifting up my head I turn my face towards her slowly, opening my eyes. 

Index "ohhhhh! That's so cool there pretty!" Looking at the rings. 

Touma "told you there cool, plus there's weirder things in this city"

Index "how did you get them? Are they some kind of magic" 

"They came with the powers I awakened" getting up and getting my sandles. 

Index "your nails why are they painted?!" Looking at my shoes.

"Just like it" scratching my head. 

Touma "I just noticed haha...." before shutting up as I gripping his head. 

"I'm sorry did you say something touma?" Smiling that wasn't a smile.

Touma "no no look at the time....on my god the time!!" Looking at the clock on the wall. 












I’m in a world where anything can happen, smart no but I know canon.








Cover art is not mine and all the characters belong to there respective owners.

The MC dies and meets GOD, the MCs fate will be decided by a spinning wheel, the wheel will decide on the world and 1 power/ability the MC will recieve.

World: Fairy Tail
Magic: Anti-Magic

For the plot you would want the MC to join a guild (Fairy Tail probably cause of the plot armor they got.) and go along with the canon story while injecting our MC in there.

The MC can also learn other Magic so you dont have to worry about the MC only having Anti-Magic. 

It would be cool if the Anti-Magic worked with a sword (kinda like Black Clover but without the whole devil thing unless you want it.)

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<Anti-Magic>

Sword Slash: The user covers the sword in Anti-Magic making any magical attack disperse when in contact with the sword, the user can also send slices of anti magic for a long range counter/attack. 

Anti-Magic Touch: The ability to stop someone from using magic by touching them, when in contact with a person you can cover them with anti-magic making them unable to use their magic. 

Anti-Magic Skin: The user covers himself in anti-magic which renders any magical attack useless. (Imagine Gojo Satoru's Infinity but for magic only.) Meaning only physical attacks work. 

Anti-Magic Zone: Similar to Mana Zone from Black Clover, the MC will be able to control the magic in a certain area around them, in this case, any person within the zone will not be able to use their magic except for the user. 

FEEL FREE TO USE ANY OF THESE IDEAS!

I just want some good fanfics to read so I don't mind sharing some of my ideas so please work hard and make an awesome fanfic!

~Reid~

About an hour had past since I told Nolan about my mom. We found ourselves sitting down on the floor of the balcony looking up at the dark, star-painted sky. I let the back of my head sink into Nolan's shoulder as my back rested against him. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close. I was beyond embarrassed that he had seen me cry, but Nolan hadn't let go of me since. Normally I'd hate being touched so much by another person, but when it came to Nolan, I didn't mind. The fact that I didn't mind was a little terrifying, I wasn't used to wanting another person's touch. I could feel his slow breathing against me, and his soft breath against my ear. I couldn't think of anything more tranquil.

"It's kind of crazy how fast the sky changes," Nolan spoke.

A small smile formed on my face. Feeling the vibration of his voice laying against his chest brought me peace.

I looked up at the stars filling the sky above us.

"Look, it's The Little Dipper," I pointed.

I felt Nolan chuckle.

"You know constellations?" He asked.

"Well... no, that's the only one," I admitted.

One of Nolan's arms lifted from my waist, to point above us.

"Move a little over the the left, and you can see the Big Dipper, and see that one? How it kind of looks like two people?"

I nodded, and wrinkled my nose, the cool night air beginning to nip at it.

"That's Gemini."

Nolan wrapped his arm back around my waist as it was before.

"When I was a kid, my mom and I would look out our apartment window, studying the stars. When I saw Gemini, I said it looked liked the stars drew a picture of us holding hands. I remember saying it meant we would always be together, even in the sky," I could tell by Nolan's voice that he was smiling. 

"I was pretty cheesy, huh?"

"Was?" I teased.

Nolan flicked my ear in retaliation.

"Ow!" I placed my hand on my ear.

"Hmph,"

I leaned back into Nolan, ignoring the ear flick.

"I like it though..." I admitted.

I felt Nolan's heart rate pick up.

"Really?"

I chuckled.

"It's cute," I sighed, content.

I felt Nolan's lips plant a quick kiss behind my ear which he had previously flicked.

"W-What was that for?" I asked, surprised.

"Because I wanted to," his usual soft and gentle voice had taken a more direct tone.

I felt Nolan rest his head on my shoulder from behind me.

I turned my head, about to speak, when I felt Nolan's arm pull me closer to him as he lifted his hand to my chin, kissing me.

Initially I was shocked, but soon found my eyes closing as I was filled with warmth. I could get used to this.

I slowly pulled away, our eyes meeting. I lifted my hand to his that held my chin.

"Nolan, your hands are freezing."

"I kiss you and that's what you say?"

"Well I don't want you catching a cold..."

I took both his hands in mine and placed them in my hoodie pocket, warming them up.

Nolan's heart beat increased in speed as I entwined our fingers underneath the fabric.

I felt Nolan's head fall forward against the back of my neck. Even though his hands were cold, his face was burning hot. I smiled at the thought of how red his flustered face probably looked right now. I wanted to see it, but figured he was already embarrassed enough.

I gently nuzzled my body against him, he did the same with his face against my neck. My heart skipped in my chest.

What am I going to do with him...


~Nolan~

With each day my feelings for Reid grew more intense. What used to be a small crush has turned into real, true, feelings in only a handful of days. After tonight, we only had 2 more days left of our stay in the honeymoon suite. I desperately wanted more time.

Reid had been quiet for the past few minutes, his breathing had become deep and slow. Did he fall asleep?

"Reid?" I whispered.

No response. I smiled, this guy sure has a habit of falling asleep on me.

As slowly as I could, I put my arms under his legs and lifted him up. As tall as he was, I thought he'd be heavier.

I took us inside and laid him down in the bed. I carefully unlaced his shoes, taking them off, and pulled the covers over him - he was out cold. I guess all that crying really tired him out.

Almost as if it were instinct, Reid innocently hugged the pillow. My heart throbbed in my chest.

I thought about climbing into the bed with him, but stopped in my tracks.

Would he be okay with it? I mean we slept on the futon together before, so it should be fine, right? But what if he wakes up and sees me laying in the bed with him and gets weirded out?

I shook my head. Better to play it safe.

I reluctantly got under the covers of the pull out and sighed.

What would it be like to be able to sleep in a bed with Reid, without having to ask?

That would make us boyfriends.

My eyes shot open at the sudden thought.

I rolled over and stuffed my now-warm face into my cool covers.

We're not boyfriends, I know that much. Just like I know it's way too soon to even be asking about it. I mean, we don't even act like boyfriends!

I mean I really like him...

And we do cuddle sometimes...

And we flirt...

And kiss...

And sometimes fall asleep together...

...At this rate, my face is going to melt.

But we don't have sex! So we're not boyfriends!

I stuffed my face into my pillow, hating myself.

What kind of logic is that?

I squeezed my pillow, certain thoughts filling my head.

What would... it be like?

Reid's an amazing kisser, I couldn't help but wonder of he was experienced. I know I am with girls, but despite being bi, I've never been that way with a guy before...

What if I'm no good at it?

I rolled over, flat on my back, my thoughts spinning.

I've been told that I'm "sexy" before, but I don't feel like it.

Reid on the other hand...

His tall, lean body is always covered by his hoodie, leaving what's under it up to imagination, which somehow only added to his allure. His lip ring fits him so perfectly, and feeling the cool metal against my lips when we kiss was a sensation I'd never felt before, but I liked it a lot. His slim and long neck is somehow so attractive to me, sometimes I can't help but fantasize about kissing it...

Damnit, why does he have to be so hot?

I peaked my head up from the pillow and caught a glimpse of Reid, still fast asleep.

I wonder if maybe he thinks the same things?

I laid back down, and closed my eyes, sleeping felt impossible with so many thoughts running through my head, most less than innocent.

Then I came to a conclusion: I'm just horny.

I took my feelings and slapped the horny sticker on them, hoping it would resolve all of my problems - it didn't.

Even after writing off my desires as pure stimulation, I found myself wide awake and constantly thinking about it.

What a pain...

Reid, an antisocial boy who has shut himself out from the world, crosses paths with Nolan, whose outgoing and bubbly personality is radically  different from his own. Reid can’t help but become fascinated with Nolan’s kindness and empathy for others, while Nolan finds himself struggling with his feelings for Reid, as he tries to break through his stoic facade. 


Whatever the case, the two certainly never planned to spend the next week together in a honeymoon suite. When a chain of misunderstandings makes them end up in a room meant for lovers, they can’t help but feel profoundly intrigued by one another. 


Finding solace in each other as the days pass, the honeymoon suite might’ve not gone to waste after all.



"Trinitus, dear. Where are you?" a woman calls into the dark and gloomy hallway, her voice echoes across the walls as the shadows seem to keep expanding, covering more and more in the eerie darkness that suffocates the hallway. "Trinitus!?" yells the same woman appearing around one of the great pillars, her form appearing small against the massive stone. Her footsteps echoe as she reaches a big wooden door, bigger then most of the doors that occupy the stone walls. 

"Trinitus! What have you done?" the woman screeches, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. She gapes in shock as Trinitus stands over a young girl, his hands and clothing covered in a red sticky substance. Blood covers his face as his fangs retract into his mouth and a cruel smile takes place. 

He licks his lips and sighs at the predicament he's in. His eyes shine with joy and malice as he looks at his mother. Eyes pitch black, he smirks and brings his hand up to his mouth to lick the blood from his fingers. 

"She smelt so good mother. I just had to have a taste. Her blood so thick and heavenly, making me crave more, more then you can imagine", he says while crouching down to look at the young girl properly. "Such a pity really, don't you think? A girl her age dying before she can even blink. So weak and fragile" he moves a blonde strand from her once tanned face, now pale and grey looking from all the blood that was drained from her. Her eyes a lifeless green, fear once plaguing them now no more. 

﻿"You are to head downstairs now son. There are people awaiting your presence" Trinitus chuckles and stands to walk to his mother, a grin spreads across his lips as he kisses her cheek. "We wouldn't want to upset our company, would we mother?". Aridia shudders and takes another look at the poor girls body as Trinitus walks out of the room. She sighs and calls for her husband and a few of the maids to dispose of the mess. 

Salivere smiles cruelly in delight at the mess his son has made, and grabs the girl by the arms, chucking her lifeless body over his shoulder, her body swaying as he makes quick work down to the dungeons. Blood trails against the ground as it drips down the girls hands and mouth, the air reaking of blood and decaying flesh. 

Chucking the body onto a bench, Salivere walks over to the wall that has many torturous tools used to dismember his victims. He hums as he picks up to or three of these devices and a wicked smirk forms on his face. He picks up one of the girls hands and uses a pair of pliers to rip her nails off before moving onto her fingers. 

﻿"These will make great presents to send to her family" he chuckles darkly as he starts removing her fingers before moving onto her toes. 

Blood paints the walls of the smelly cells as he continues to dismember her body, his clothes covered in what little blood left in her body and her organs hanging from racks lining the roof. He'd dry them out and give them to the butcher to make sausages out of to give to his warriors. 

°°° 

I wake with a start as sweat drips from my eyebrow, leaving a cool sensation against my hot skin. I look around my room and sigh in relief as my poster covered walls look back at me instead of the stone walls that plagued my dreams. 

I relax slightly and move the covers that are drenched in my sweat as I make my way to the bathroom to have a cold shower and cool down. 

"It was just a dream".

Taylor comes from a disfunctional family with many problems and issues. Her life isn't perfect but she makes the most of what she's got. She's fun, quirky, very sarcastic and has a way with people. Especially the bad ones.

Taylors thrown many curve balls and faces great challenges chucked at her by none other then Blake Ryder. 

The Ryder family are definitely no saints, they get in trouble, have the police on their hands, and are very dangerous people. Not to mention there family are royalty. 

With them being involved in dark dealings, how will Taylor survive?

House Ignitus

Ayame woke up the following morning, she rubbed her eyes lightly, she tried getting up but the world was swirling around her.

She immediately laid back in the pillows, she still felt hot, she turned her head to the right where her nightstand was on it was a bowl with a towel hanging from it.

Realisation dawned on her, Igni was here last night and he was taking care of her, what if he found out she was a woman? No, he couldn't have, could he?

She lifted the covers up, her breasts were still bound to her chest, she let out a breath of relief. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock.

"Zexal? Have you wakened yet?" Igni's voice was soft.

Ayame was rooted in her bed, she always locked the door but she guessed that after last night it was still open. Her voice came out raspy. "I am awake, yes."

Her door opened, so she was right it was unlocked. Igni entered her room with a tray of breakfast.

"I am sorry if I woke you up, I just thought you might like to have some breakfast."

"Are you worried about me?"

Igni closed the door turning his attention towards her. Ayame was still under the covers watching him as he drew near.

"I always worry, this is the first time I have seen you so..."

"So?" Ayame was getting a bit annoyed with him.

"So beaten." Igni moved the bowl of water up a bit to place the food tray down. When he looked at her again she saw that his eyes were bloodshot.

"You look horrible, fire prince. Did you not sleep well?"

Igni rolled his eyes at her. "Someone was being a big baby that didn't want me to leave."

Was he talking about her? She couldn't remember anything from last night except that he came to her room.

"I am not a baby, that needs your coddling."

Igni lifted an eyebrow. "Oh really? Why did you stop me from leaving with 'Please don't go' or was that a different Zexal?"

Ayame's mouth was agape. "I don't remember a thing, and you will keep for teasing me if you don't want another thrashing."

"You won't be able to beat me if you are sick. So how are you feeling?"

"I feel..." How did she feel? Her skin felt like it was burning from the inside as something was trying to claw it's way out.

"You feel?" Igni sat down on her bed, she moved up a bit with much effort that his eyebrow shot up.

"I feel horrible, I can not explain it."

Igni nodded his response, he leaned forward placing his hand on her brow.

"Draconius's fire is still burning within you. I really thought your fever might have broken by now."

Ayame's cheeks warmed at his touch, his hands were cool against her burning skin. She let out a groan when he removed his hand.

Igni looked questioningly at her. "Your hand, it feels so cool against my skin." 

Ayame pulled the covers up to her nose, Igni let out a light chuckle. "Are you stating I am cold-blooded?"

Ayame rolled her eyes at him. "You are cold-hearted I don't think blood has anything to do with that."

"If you are this feisty you can't be feeling that sick."

"Leave me alone, Igni!" Ayame pulled the covers over her face ending the conversation.

She heard him move, water was falling in a bowl she felt his weight on her bed again.

"I am not going anywhere till you let me in."

Ayame was clenching the covers tighter over her head. She felt a tug on them.

"Come on, Zexal if you don't let me help you, your fever will spike you wouldn't want that do you?"

Ayame shook her head under the covers, she felt the tugging stop, did he leave? Her grip loosened, when she blinked Igni was looking down on her his face was so close, his eyes were they always this bright brown with a red shimmer?

"There you are."

"I am not a child, fire Prince!"

Igni was not backing away from her face, he was close to close. He let out a chuckle.

"For one who is stating he is not a child is surely acting like one."

Ayame huffed, Igni pulled his face away from her, he was still holding on the covers so that she couldn't hide her head under it anymore.

Igni dipped the towel in the water, he placed it on her brow, the sizzling sound was immediate.

"Wow! You could give Draconius a run for his wings. It seems you are burning a hole through the towel!"

Ayame laughed at his remark, it wasn't even that funny. 

"There is a smile, my you really have shown me different sides of you in this past twenty minutes." 

Ayame didn't respond to him, she glared daggers at him.

Igni held up his hands. "Don't kill me now, I just want you to get better Zexal."

Ayame closed her eyes, opening them again. "I think this will pass quickly, you don't have to worry about me. You have Firemation duties."

Igni sprang up. "Shit! I totally forgot that I need to go."

Igni was at the door when he turned around. "Will you be alright?"

Ayame waved her hand at him. "Yes, I will be fine. I think some bed rest will do me good."

"I will check on you later." With that Igni left her to her own thoughts.

Ayame tried to get up, but only managed to get on her elbows. She felt drained, she managed to get the tray of food, there were some grapes, porridge and orange juice.

Ayame hated porridge to her it always tasted like sandpaper, she ate the grapes and drank the juice falling back in the pillows after putting the tray back.

It was two days before Dragon Solstice, would she be able to go? Her right shoulder was aching now, she turned on her left side, turning her head slightly touching the skin.

It was still hot to the touch, she didn't know when sleep claimed her, but she fell asleep with mixed dreams, she was standing in a dark cave.

She walked forward in the middle of the cave was a tree, she gasped it was huge, she moved towards it but tripped over something.

She looked up from the ground, it was a tail, she got up taking a step backwards but the tail moved. She felt the ground tremble, a shadow cast over her she slowly looked up she screamed.

The dragon looked down on her, it has two heads one black, the other white their eyes miss-matched, they opened their mouths.

"Are you she?"

"Am I who?"

"Our twin?"

Ayame's face contorted in confusion. Twin?

"My twin died eight years ago. How can I be your twin?"

The dragon's heads turned towards each other. "Did the voice ly to us?"

Ayame took another step backwards, she would love to wake up now.

"I don't think the voice lied to us, maybe she hasn't awakened yet as the voice said she would?"

Ayame watched the two heads interacting with each other, but how come there is a dragon in her dream? They were supposed to be non-existent.

The heads snapped back at her, she let out a slight yelp.

"I still think it lied to us."

"You might be right, look at this thing."

"Yes, it can not be she."

The dragon bored with her took its leave, Ayame found her voice. "What do I call you?"

The dragon stopped. "We are called Krishna."

Krishna? Where has she heard that name before? Ayame never liked history, she always fell asleep, if it weren't for Morv, she never would have remembered anything.

At the thought, if her friend Morv her heart constricted, she missed her friends. Eight brutal years did they ever think about her?

"Zexal!"

Ayame's eyes fluttered open, she blinked looking up at a concerned face.

"Fire prince?"

Igni looked down worriedly at her.

"Are you okay? You were crying."

Ayame touched her cheek, it was indeed wet from tears.

"I am fine, I just had a strange dream."

Igni looked down at Zexal, he was truly worried about him, this sudden fever, him screaming in his dreams and now crying from one?

"I brought you dinner, you were fast asleep."

"It is dinner time already? How long was I out?"

Igni took the tray, placing it in front of him.

"I came in between my duties just to check if you were okay, so I would say the whole day."

"The whole day!" There was shock on Zexal's face now.

"Yes, but that is a good thing it means you are on a road to recovery."

Zexal took the grapes, plopping it in his mouth. Igni knew he shouldn't look at his lips, yet he couldn't stop himself.

"I saw, you didn't eat your porridge."

Zexal grimaced. "I don't like it."

"It isn't about like and dislike. If you don't eat you won't get better."

Zexal held up the grapes. "But I am eating, fire prince."

Igni rolled his eyes. "You can not live from that."

"Try me." Zexal plopped another grape in his mouth, there was some juice at the corner of his mouth.

Igni instinctively reached out a finger, wiping it away. Zexal froze, Igni was watching his fingers on the corner of Zexal's lips.

Igni pulled his hand away quickly. "Uhm, I have to leave." 

He chuckled nervously. "I really hope you will be better so we can go out and celebrate your birthday soon." 

Igni left Zexal's room, he closed the door behind him quickly, leaning against it. What was he thinking? He wasn't thinking, was he really thinking about Zexal in that way?

No, he couldn't that would be wrong, Zexal wouldn't feel the same way about him, he walked away from Zexal's room as fast as he could.

He needed fresh air when he looked up he was at the statue of Draconius. "Why do I always find my way to you?" 

He asked Draconius as if the statue would answer him, he let out a sigh, sitting down on the steps in front of Draconius.

"Only you can answer that, boy."

Igni turned his head around, did he hear that correctly? Someone answered him, he proceeded to look around if someone else was in his presence but found none.

Maybe he imagined the voice. "I am in love with the boy prince from Terra Draconess."

Igni stated to no one in particular.

Dragons have been asleep for centuries . . . Now they awakened!

From the House of Alucard, the dynasty of long-extinct dragon born, emerged twins with the power to contract dragons once again. Unexpectedly, Ayame, the only hope to unite the order, got kidnapped by the name of the enemy kingdom. Prince Ignitus caught the heart of Ayame. Will she be able to escape his charm? Will she return to Alucard, and bring the long-forgotten glory?

  She was already awake when she heard the sound of her doorknob start turning.  It was happening.  Six months later,  it was happening again.  The sound of light foot steps entered her room and went straight to the windows.  The curtains were yanked open and she could instantly feel the heat of the sunlight coming in.  A small sigh escaped her as she rolled over to where the silk sheets were still cool.  Then much heavier steps entered her room.
    "They're here, Angeline," he said.  Her only answer was to pull the covers over her head.
    "If I were Alpha, this wouldn't be happening."
    "If you were Alpha, you would sell me too, Alister," was her answer.  One of the worst things to happen to her was that she was a girl and on top of it she was of the blood.
    "Like Father, you would make the best deal for the pack," she said.
      "You are right but I would care about your heart," Alister said while grabbing her hand.
  She sat up in bed and hugged her brother.  She took a moment to look at him and remember what he looked like.  The sapphire eyes looked sad but life was happening.  She was once again going to be married to another Alpha.
    "What if he is unkind?  What if I don't get bought back?" Angeline asked.
    "He's not.  If there was a pack, they are amongst the strongest."
  She pulled the covers off and planted her feet on the floor.
    "Tell them I will be there momentarily, Brother."  It took all her strength to get up but she did.  She got dressed but with little make up.  
     "I don't want to go," she told her lady in waiting.
     "Princess.  I have known you since your mother and I have seen you since Frederick."
     "Don't talk about him," was all she said.  She walked down the stairs and she was announced.
     "The Princess of the Blood, Angeline.  And her brother, the Prince of the Blood, Alister."

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