David was raised in an orphanage . The stone  left with him as a baby was a carved spirit stone embedded with the word " immortal 18".     on his birthday a little girl appeared calling him daddy. daddy you must return to save us. what!!! daddy at 18years? I HV no girlfriend, I hvnt kissed a girl yet and you call me daddy. how old re u? the girl replied daddy m 12.

Yin Muchen's face was extremely black, to both of those people, he replied, get lost, before he logged out of the discussion forum.
He was in an extremely bad mood. Not only did he not get any useful information, but he was even mocked by those people…for failing in that aspect.
Whether he was able to or not, could that woman not know?
At this moment, Little Bei Bei saw her Daddy being so frustrated and at a loss. She quickly asked, "Daddy, what's wrong?"
Yin Muchen looked at Little Bei Bei's cute, tiny face. His eyes lit up before coughing as he asked her, "Bei Bei, do you love your Mummy?"
"I do." Little Bei Bei was extremely serious as she nodded her head.
"Then Daddy will test you: can you write a romantic poem to your Mummy?"
Little Bei Bei's large dark eyes whirled around before she gurgled out in laughter. "Heehee." She said, "That's not hard at all. Daddy listen to this — Mummy, when you laugh you look as beautiful as a flower. Throughout the years, your hands were gentle as you caressed my forehead. I've placed you on the poetry paper, Mummy. I want to tell you that I love you."
Yin Muchen was in a daze after witnessing his daughter poetry's skills. He did not expect that he was so bad at romance, and his daughter's EQ was so high that it shocked him completely.
"Great." Yin Muchen applauded and said, "Bei Bei, you are really so amazing."
Little Bei Bei was immediately happy and broke out into a smile.
Yin Muchen was happy in his heart. He took the pen up and wrote the poem that Little Bei Bei had recited on the white piece of paper.
This was really making good use of his resources. He did not have to spend any energy and got a poem out of it.
At this moment, the sound of Bao Bao's coughing rang out by the side of his ear before he said, "Daddy…"
Yin Muchen did not raise his head up as he said, "Son, what did you call your Daddy for? Wait a moment. Daddy is busy right now…"
He had yet to complete his sentence, and the sound of a woman's feminine voice that rang out from above his head. "What are you busy with?"
Yin Muchen froze before he raised his head up to look over. He did not know when Yin Shuiling was standing behind him, and she had a bright smile on her face as she looked at him with a gentle expression.
"Shuiling…" Yin Muchen's irises contracted before he sneakily and very silently stretched his hand out to cover the words on the white piece of paper. He laughed and said, "Why did you come over without letting out a sound?"
"Hah. Even Bao Bao and Bei Bei knew that I was here. Why did you not know? What are you busy with? Don't block it with your hands; let me have a look."
"Hah." Yin Muchen laughed awkwardly and said, "I don't think there is a need for that…"
The smile on Yin Shuiling's face got even more obvious as she said, "My hands gently caress your forehead… How did I not know about that?" Yin Shuiling's small face was cold before she stretched her small hand out to pinch Yin Muchen's ear, and she said, "Hah, you are using my daughter's love poem to mislead me? Are you the silly one or am I?"
Yin Shuiling was furious as she walked away.
"Shuiling…"
Yin Muchen was extremely awkward. He had a look at Bao Bao before he looked over at Bei Bei. The two of them were staring at his ears before looking at his face in a blur.
Yin Muchen was awkward as he said, "Cough, cough. What are you guys looking at? Quick, be serious and draw. Daddy sacrificed himself just now and demonstrated what it means to not do my homework seriously for your Mummy."
Bao Bao and Bei Bei: "…"
…
After eating dinner, Bao Bao and Bei Bei both fell asleep. The entire villa became quiet. Yin Muchen stood by the side of the bedroom door and looked at the tightly shut door.
Knock, knock. He knocked on the door. "Shuiling."
No one responded.
Yin Muchen had a look around his surroundings. There was no one around, so he lowered his volume as he said, "Shuiling, I made a mistake just now. I am apologizing to you. I should not have fooled you. In the future, I do not dare to do so. Can you not be angry anymore?"
There was still no sound from inside.
"Shuiling, I have written my love poem. Open the door and check it. This time, I really used my heart to write it."
There was a minute of silence inside before the door opened. Yin Shuiling had taken a bath, and she was dressed in a red silk nightgown as she stood by the door.
She puffed her exquisite cheeks up as she was still angry. She placed her small hand on the door and did not allow him to come in. It was obvious that if his love poem did not make the cut, he could not come inside the room. "Where is the love poem? Let me have a look."
Yin Muchen handed the paper over to her.
Yin Shuiling lowered her gaze to look, and she saw two lines that were scribbled over the paper messily —
Ah, Wifey, you are the small angel in my life, I have finally married you today.
Yin Shuiling's small face was crimson red, she was in disbelief as she looked at the second sentence of the poem, it was so crass that she could not continue reading.
"Yin Muchen, you'd better…"
She had yet to tell him to get lost because the man took the chance when she put her guard down to squeeze his way inside. Bang! The man used his long leg to shut the door behind him.
His gaze was deep and gaze as he stared at her.
"You, you…" As the man stared at her like that, Yin Shuiling was shocked and took a few steps towards the back. She was definitely only a fake tiger in front of this man, especially during the night.
Yin Muchen placed one hand into his pocket and lifted his long legs apart to come close to her. He curled the corners of his lips up as he smiled, but he only had a smile on the outside and was not truly smiling as he said, "What did I give you?"
Yin Shuiling crushed the paper that he gave her before slowly retreating. She shook her head, and she shook her head firmly and said, "Nothing much."
"Oh, it turns out that it was really nothing much." Yin Muchen stretched his hand out before elegantly raising his neck up. He was slow as he undid his buttons and said, "Are you satisfied with the poem I wrote?"
He'd already undone four or five buttons, and a large part of his chest as exposed, when he came closer to her, he stopped when he passed the counter before taking out the phone that he placed in his pocket. He placed it onto the counter before removing the watch that he was wearing on his right wrist. His hands were both open. He did not behave as expected. His shirt was loose and crumpled as it hung on his body, and he undid his own metal belt.
He looked extremely lazy and attractive as a man himself.
"Yes…satisfied." She had no other choice but to nod her head.
He also stopped moving. He raised his eyelids up to stare at her as he said, "Since you are satisfied, then what are you frozen there for? Come over, or do you want me to go over to catch you?"
Yin Shuiling let out a scream. She was cursing him out multiple times in her heart. He switched modes way too quickly, and he was totally a dominating big boss right now. She could not resist the strong aura that he was emitting out of his body.
She was done for, and she became the weaker one again.
She had no other choice but to lift her slim legs apart and walk over to face him.
"Little girl, I have not instructed you for three years. You need a lesson now, right? What day is it today? You dare to lock me outside the door? I gave you everything that you wanted to have. I also forced myself to write a love poem, and you still dare to ask me to get lost? I will make you remember this tonight. In the future, you can joke around all you want, but you cannot joke about this. This is my baseline. After you serve me and make me comfortable, I can even sell my life off for you after that."
"Bastard," Yin Shuiling cried as she scolded him, then she said, "When we got married, you told me that I would be the decision maker in our family! I am also in charge of you…"
"Yeah, I did not cheat you, but you have to have to listen to me."
Yin Shuiling: "…You even said that you would make me blissful, but I am not blissful at all right now…"
"Oh, babe, it is all Hubby's fault. Hubby will be stronger and will definitely make you blissful."
Yin Shuiling: "…" Go and die. Die quickly!
He had another meaning behind his words, but she believed his sweet nothings. She was way too foolish.
"Wifey, did you like the love poem that I wrote? If you like it, read it aloud. I want to hear it."
Yin Shuiling: "…"
"Not willing? Hah, it's fine. You would be willing to do it."
…
The next morning, Bao Bao and Bei Bei woke up and went downstairs, but they did not see Yin Shuiling around anywhere.
"Daddy, where is Mummy?"
Yin Muchen peeked his head out from the kitchen. The man was dressed in a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. He looked full of energy, handsome, and attractive. It was obvious that he was satisfied last night. He had a gentle smile on his face as he said, "Bao Bao, Bei Bei, Mummy woke up late today. Let's not disturb her. Let her sleep a little while longer."
"Daddy, why did Mummy wake up late? Mummy has never woken up late before."
"Because Mummy worked late last night. She is tired."
"Oh." The young gal seemed to understand and she said, "But if Mummy does not wake up, we don't have any breakfast to eat."
"Who said that there was no breakfast?" Yin Muchen held two plates and placed them onto the dining table as he said, "Bao Bao. Bei Bei, come over quickly. Daddy personally cooked this for both of you today."
Bao Bao and Bei Bei walked over to the dining room to have a look. There were charred black things on the two plates, and they could somewhat see some noodles.
Bao Bao raised his eyebrows up, and his small face was full of contempt as he said, "Daddy, what's this? Your failed cooking?"
"What failed cooking? Daddy did not control the fire well and burnt it. Although it doesn't look good, it should taste pretty good."
As he spoke, Yin Muchen used a fork to pick a bit of the black noodles and sent it to the side of Little Bei Bei's lips, and he said, "Bei Bei, be good and have a taste. This is the first time that Daddy has cooked."
Little Bei Bei looked at the black noodles before looking over at Yin Muchen, and after that: "Wah!" Little Bei Bei started to cry pitifully.
Yin Muchen saw Little Bei Bei crying, and he was immediately flustered. He helped his daughter to wipe her tears away and said, "Bei Bei, what's wrong? Tell Daddy."
"Waa, woo woo, Daddy gave me poison."
"This is not poison."
"This is poison. An old witch gave Little Sweet Potato Older Sister this type of black food, and after that, Little Sweet Potato Older Sister died. Woo woo, this is poison. I will die."
Yin Muchen did not know what Little Sweet Potato Older Sister was, but it was not hard for him to tell that it was a character from some fairy-tale or some animated film. 
"Okay Bei Bei, don't cry anymore. We are not going to eat this anymore."
Little Bei Bei could not stop crying. Yin Muchen was unable to comfort her, and she said, "Wahhh, Mummy, I want Mummy, I want Mummy…"
"Okay, okay, " Yin Muchen admitted defeat and said, "Daddy will go upstairs to get Mummy. Bei Bei, don't cry anymore."
Yin Muchen headed upstairs immediately.


Trying to drown her sorrow with alcohol after her boyfriend hooked up with her sister, Ning Qing ran into the rich and powerful Lu Shaoming in a bar. "I need a wife," Lu said, and the two got their marriage license. 

Soon, she who became a pop star won many pretty boys’ hearts. Singlehandedly, he got rid of all her potential flings and acted innocent. Ning Qing bristled, “Lu Shaoming, what happened to staying out of each other's private life which we talked about?” Turning the light out, he came over her and whispered, "Now our priority is to make a baby."


My mind is still pretty much clouded with everything my mom told me about my dad yesterday. I feel much better but I still wish my father could talk to me himself. I feel so incomplete. I feel like I do not know a part of me that is also very important for me to know. I feel like a puzzle missing half of it's pieces. 

A masterpiece left unfinished by the only artist who can finish it. 

(13 years ago on father's day)

"Father! father! I wrote you a poem" 

"Haya, I told you to rather buy me a present. Why did you have to write me a poem? you naughty little girl!" my father said tickling me and then he lifted me up

"I do not have enough money for a chocolate bar dad, here! Please read it out loud" I said handing my father the card I wrote the poem on

"I love you, you love me
Why do you always hide from me?
I remember you used to play with me
Now , you just look at me
Am I a naughty girl daddy?
Do I make you mad every time I sing you a song?
I do it because you are my favorite 
Not mommy 
I love her too 
I just love you more 
Please forgive me 
Happy Father's Day♡" my father read the poem out loud and then looked at me with tears falling out of his eyes.

"You do not make me angry my sweetheart, daddy loves you more than mommy too." my father said, I wiped off his tears and then gave him a big hug.

"I love you too daddy" I replied.

(Present day)

I keep remembering that memory of my father, he did not like me writing or singing to him but he did love me. I was young so he probably did not want to hurt my feelings. He was the best father ever and I remember how close we both used to be. Now he does not hide how much he hates art. It is like my father died and I miss him so much. 

"Haya! come have your breakfast" my mom interrupted my thoughts 

"Good morning mother and father" I said and took my seat.

"Good morning my sweet angel" my mother replied and I turn to look at my dad who already started having his breakfast without us praying first. I guess before I leave for Cape town this is how things are going to be around here.

"So how did you sleep dear? oh and has Ruby also received her results? how did she perform?" my mom asked breaking the silence at the breakfast table by asking about my bestfriend Ruby. 

"Oh my goodness mom! you just reminded me. Ruby! She is leaving for paris tomorrow, I am supposed to go to her house today to see her off at the airport with her mom tomorrow" I replied leaving the breakfast table to go pack a few things. 

"Why did you not tell me sooner Haya?! Your dad and I have plans today and we can not take you there" my mom said standing at my bedroom door.

"Mom but I really have to go, I have to see her! She is going overseas! God knows when I am going to see her again" I said in a very sad tone. I stopped packing and sat on my bed. I suddenly started crying out loud. 

"Oh my dear Haya, why are you crying my angel?" my mom immediately approached my bed and sat next to me while caressing my back. 

"Ruby is leaving mom, she is leaving me all alone. She is the only true friend I have, she has always had my back and I do not want to lose her" I said while sobbing 

"Oh my innocent darling daughter, these are the real lessons your friendship is about to go through. This is the chance to see if you guys really love each other. Is the distance going to break or make you guys stronger?" my mom said standing up to leave my room. 

My mom has never been the one to talk a lot or console me when I am crying or hurting over things. She always just gives me advice and let's me decide. It is my life and she has always let me live it. That has truly strengthened me a lot because when I make bad decisions I have no one to blame but myself. I have learned so much at a very young age, it is fair to say that I am a wise young lady.

Sometimes I wish she would pamper me and tell me everything is going to be okay because I remember she did that a lot when I was young. I was mommy's little darling daughter until I got my period. 

(7 years ago)

"Mom there has been black stuff on my panties, it started before we went to uncle's funeral. I did not tell you because I did not think it was anything serious but then it got worse" I said while my mom was unpacking our luggage. 

"Let me see" my mom immediately stopped what she was doing and slowly approached me. 

"Look mom,do you see this? what is this?" I asked my mom in a very scared tone. 

"Oh my goodness Haya! you have started with your periods. Go take a bath and then come. I will show you how to wear a pad" my mom said with a smile on her face. 

She showed me how to wear a pad and then told me to sit next to her on the bed. 

"Haya, you have started with your periods now. This means that you are a woman who can give birth to babies but you are still a child. You are not to touch any boys or else you will fall pregnant. You must start taking good care of yourself and being a lady." my mom said to me in a very serious tone.

"I am only 12 years old, how can I give birth to babies? I heard they come out of the virgina and mine is small to give birth to babies. I will not speak to any boys from now on, I do not want to fall pregnant" I said to myself.

Haya is 18. She is originally from Pretoria and is moving to Cape town to attend University. Her parents think she will be studying medicine but she enrolled there to study Media, a course her father is totally against. Follow her journey as she seeks acceptance from her father and gets to deal with past experiences that left her completely shattered.

Lin Mufeng gasped and looked away. He was deeply shocked.
He had seen the expert's words before. Of course, he knew his words contained Insights, but…
This one word was stronger than the poem he saw from before!
The poem contained an artistic conception that gave out Insights. However, this one word somehow contained a sense of will!
He could even tell that the expert was more serious writing this than when he wrote the poem!
[Fu!]
This word represented something that was not visible to the naked eye and the most important thing in the cultivation realm—luck!
The expert made this lantern that was able to manifest Luck!
What concept was that?
This was unbelievable! If someone else found out about this, the person would most likely faint!
No wonder the boat was able to float to the Immortal Relic. With this manifested Luck, one could get an Immortal Item before their eyes just by wishing for it!
Damn!
This was a treasure containing Luck!
This was definitely the greatest treasure!
Lin Mufeng's brain went blank as his eyes rolled back and he almost died. 
The Firefly Demons said suddenly, "Call me Daddy and I'll make your wish come true!"
"Daddy!" Lin Mufeng called out sincerely without hesitation.
The Firefly Demons said calmly, "Not bad, son. However, I only serve my master. It's no use if you call me Daddy."
Lin Mufeng looked extremely awkward. He coughed softly and asked Lin Qingyun, "Daughter, did you hear anything?"
"I didn't hear anything." Lin Qingyun glanced at Lin Mufeng and said, "Your reaction was too quick, or else I would've been the one calling it Daddy!"
As they spoke, the boat had inched closer to the Immortal Relic. In fact, it was already within the attacking range of countless Sword Qi. 
The brave cultivators who were battling the Sword Qi paused. They thought they were having a vision!
"A boat? A boat came at this hour?"
"It seems that an ordinary man has entered this territory by accident. How unlucky!"
"Wait, are those cultivators standing on the boat?"
Lin Mufeng and Lin Qingyun stood on the boat and cast a stronger noise-canceling spell to make sure the expert was not being disturbed. 
As they were casting the spell, they looked down on the bunch of cultivators coldly. 
Now that they were the loyal dogs by the expert's side, they were powerful and must come off strong. 
An elder in green robes invited, "Brother, this is an Immortal Relic. A single man's power is impossible to make it through. Why don't you join us so you can have a share of the prize?"
Lin Mufeng shook his head. He rejected, "Thank you, but no need."
The elder in green robes stared at the boat that was floating further away from him. It was almost reaching the entrance of the cave. He called out, "Brother, please don't be foolish! The entrance is very dangerous. It's still not too late to join us!"
Lin Mufeng did not even look at him. His robes flew in the air, exuding an air of arrogance like he was someone important.
'A bunch of ignorant fools! I have Luck on board with me, how would the Immortal Relic harm me at all?'
"Why's there a boat at this hour? Are they unconscious?"
"Perhaps they're dream-walking?"
"Sigh, what a pity. There seems to be a good-looking female cultivator on the boat!"
"Someone's going to die first. Attention everyone, let's wish them a peaceful journey with our eyes."
Without blinking, the bunch of cultivators watched the boat intently, anticipating it to be destroyed.
The boat did not even have a protective shield and it was poorly made. It was undeniably easier to hide from the Sword Qi from the boat, yet, up until now, no trace of Sword Qi attacked it. 
It would be destroyed by the entrance without a doubt!
It was getting closer!
And closer!
Somehow the cultivators watching were more anxious than the people on the boat. They held their breaths. Some were even hurt by the Sword Qi while they were distracted
It was right in front of the entrance…it was about to enter!
Everyone cried out in their hearts!
Lin Mufeng met with their eyes, and the exchanging of looks became a soundless duel between the two sides. It was as if both sides were saying the same thing—'how ignorant!'
Silently and shakily, the boat vanished out of sight.
Hmm? What happened?
The cultivators were stunned. The looks of impending laughter were frozen on their faces. They were unable to laugh.
What happened to the Sword Qi? Was it broken?
How did such a long boat enter while small humans like them were unable to enter?
"It's our chance! There's a bug in the Immortal Relic! Let's all take this opportunity to rush in!" someone called out with excitement. Instantly, he transformed into light and shot toward the entrance impatiently. 
Vroom!
Countless long swords shot out in return. In a blink of an eye, yet another innocent cultivator failed.
The elderly man in green robes started to doubt his life with disbelief. "Does this entrance recognize faces?"
The entrance of the cave looked like a door with nothing behind. However, the truth was that someone had used supernatural powers to open up a layer of space in the middle of the Clear Moon Lake. Once they entered the cave, they would enter this space. 
Inside was a dark world with a long and narrow stream. The stream seemed to glow from within, almost like a bright white lace stretching out in the darkness. 
The boat moved along the stream quietly. 
Plop! Plop! Plop!
In front of them, colorful waves and Spiritual Qi were flowing everywhere. They looked like fireworks exploding in the air.
It was a battle, and the battle was very fierce.
Looking ahead, there were eight cultivators in the air battling with five spirits. These spirits seemed to be illusory, but their battling powers were strong. They were guarding the second entrance, each with a long sword in their hands that exuded powerful Sword Qi. 
When the eight cultivators saw someone new coming in, they looked delighted.
Hmm? A boat?
They were even more delighted!
How cool!
Did he enter the cave in a boat? This person must be so cool!
With the help of this person, they thought it would be quite likely for all of them to break through this second entrance!
One of them said with excitement, "Brother, this is an Immortal Relic. It's impossible to enter by yourself. Why don't you join us? We can share the prize."
What he said was exactly the same as the previous cultivator. It did not sound very genuine. 
Lin Mufeng did not even bother replying. He merely looked at him dully as the boat continued moving. 
The eight cultivators frowned in unison. Someone said, "Brother, these five spirits aren't a joke! Let's fight them together!"
Unintentionally, they directed the battle toward the boat.
'Hmph! This man thinks he'll be fine as long as the spirits are distracted?'
'How innocent!'
'The five spirits will kill anything they see! Once the spirits attack with him, he'll have no choice but to join us!'


The Immortal Dao is ethereal, and Immortals are hard to find.

Li Nianfan had descended into the cultivation world as a mortal. After learning that he has no hope in cultivation, he only wants to live a peaceful life.

However…

The dog he adopts becomes a demon king of a generation when it sees his poems and paintings. It manages to suppress an entire world.

The tree he plants behind his house becomes a World Tree after listening to his zither music, forming a bridge between heaven and earth.

He meets a passerby who is enlightened by him and becomes an immortal sage who leads an entire generation.

When he looks back—

It turns out that the scholar who had been pestering him for his calligraphy and paintings despite having crappy chess skills, is a chess saint from the Immortal Realm. The beautiful woman who comes to listen to his music every night is the number one saintess of the Immortal Realm…

An Ren rubbed the space between his eyebrows. He felt a little irritated and was too lazy to go out.
Ding, Ding, Ding
At this moment, his phone rang.
"Huh? "
"Brother Ren, why did you come to see your son? He was so eager to see you. "
"I don't have time recently. Didn't I tell you to call me less? ! "
An Ren felt a little irritated.
"Brother Ren... I. . . "
"Dad, brother and I miss you so much. My sister said she misses you too. "
"..."
An Ren rubbed his eyebrows as he listened to an Xiaomeng's cries below. He picked up his things and said, "I'll go over now. "
There were his two twin sons and a baby daughter over there.
That's right!
He was having an affair!
It was a pity that he had hidden it from Xiaomeng's mother for four years, but she still found out about it.
On the day his daughter was born, that woman actually followed him to their residence and made a big fuss over there.
She almost threw his daughter to her death and even said that she was going to expose him.
So, he had no choice but to use this method to kill her
When an ren went downstairs, an Xiaomeng was still sitting on the SOFA, crying and crying for her brother. He walked out without even looking at her. He could still hear her loud cries from afar.
An Ren drove around the city and changed his car at a hidden place. Then, he drove an ordinary Santana to his destination.
He stopped the car and quietly entered the villa
"Daddy! "
"Daddy! "
As soon as he entered the door, the two children pounced on him with smiles on their faces. "Daddy, you're finally here. "
"Daddy, it's been a long time since you've come to visit us. "
"Daddy, don't leave tonight, okay? I really want to sleep with you. "
"..."
An Ren looked at the obedient children and thought of an Xiaomeng, who had been crying and begging for her brother at home. He made a comparison in his heart. These two children, who were exactly the same, were really likable.
"Brother Ren"
"Okay. " An Ren nodded and looked at her with gratification. "Yaoyao, thank you for your hard work. "
"It's not hard at all. " Lin Yao had a look of happiness on her face. Now that the Madam President was dead.
Soon, she would be the first lady. So what if it was hard at the moment.
"Son, quickly recite the ancient poem you just learned for Daddy. "
"Daddy, I can recite the multiplication formula now. Brother can also recite 300 Tang poems. "
"That's great. " An Ren patted their heads with a face full of relief.
"Brother Ren, let's talk on the SOFA. I made some iced sour plum juice. "
"Okay. "
An Ren carried his two sons into the living room.
...
At this moment, an Chen was looking at the Bentley that an ren had thrown away in a daze.
Where did he go after changing cars here?
Disguised as a private visitor?
Hehe.
An Chen was dressed in black, and the ink in his eyes was even darker. He was waiting for him to come back.
However, he did not see that man until daybreak. It was not until noon that he drove a Santana back. Then, he changed into a Bentley and left. He did not notice an Chen who was hiding in the dark.
After he left, an Chen took a look at the Santana. Underneath it was yellow mud.
Yellow mud was only found in the eastern suburbs. Why did he drive to the eastern suburbs?
It was so remote there
An Chen did not quite understand. He rented a house near this car. This was a slum area, so he dressed himself up very normally and squatted here every day for an Ren.
However, he had been waiting for him for three days in a row, but he had received an important piece of news -- Feng Yulin had returned to Yunhai province!


She, the tribe leader of the Miaojiang witch tribe, was reborn as a pitiful little girl that everyone could bully.
She rose to power, brought her natal Gu, played in the entire business and entertainment circle, and became the national prince charming in the hearts of women.
It was just that she accidentally seduced the diamond man who was ranked first on the diamond list She was doomed just like that!
One day.
"I have to do something. " She finished getting her equipment, and her face had a stern look.
"Hmm? " The man raised his eyebrows slightly.
"someone offered a billion dollars to buy your life. "
"You want to avenge me? " The man thought to himself that his wife still loved him.
"No, he offered a hundred million dollars for my life, but he offered a billion dollars for yours! " She pulled his collar. "I'm the real master, why am I so much less than you! So, I WANT TO SEND HIM TO HELL! "
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The essence of me, is a shadow of you. 
The shadow of me, is a tale of your tomorrow. 
Desperate runs your heart, Desolate be your rage. 
Desperate was your love, but depair be your grace. 
On spoken dreams, grew our strength 
Unspoken words, our poison.
.
Twisted minds, sprung forth thoughts, 
As our rage broke us true. 
We were blind and foolish, young. 
But now you're gone for good. 
Haunted eyes be my fate, as cold regret
Sought my soul. 
Father, Father, why have you forsaken me. 
Why did you leave me, left me tortured, 
Left me unwell, left me untrained 
Left me alone.
.
To Him that understands, love is fleeting. 
To him that believes, God is faithful. 
To Him that doubt's, pain is coming 
.
To Him That falls, learn to stand. 
For there is no father, no grandfather, 
No elder, no protector, and No provider. 
Father, Father, Father, cold lies your body,
missing be your soul. Gone is the light from your eyes. 
And Broken be the children you left behind.
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Written by: Anone
Written on: August 3rd 2018
My inspiration comes from my mistakes and failure if not really being there for my Dad before he died. I thought I was supporting him, but it wasn't enough. My inspiration for the poem is about how much I wish we had more time together. Daddy K is short for Daddy kelvin. He died this year. (remember the date written)

I decided to post some poems I've written and also will post most poems given by anyone, to find out how, read "Anthology Expectations"
Please have fun reading these poems.;,;.
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Pag ka-uwi ko sa bahay as usual walang tao kundi ako lang. Nakakatawang isipin na ang laki-laki ng bahay namin pero lagi akong mag-isa. Paheras busy si mommy at daddy sa work nila, dati may mga kasambahay kami kaso mas komportable ako pag mag-isa lang kaya ayun pinaalis nalang ni Daddy.
Naka higa na ko sa kama habang iniisip kung anong mang yayari sa bukas. Nakaka-excite pumasok araw-araw lalo na pag may insperasyon ka para pumasok.
"Haaaayy kailan kaya ako mapapansin ni Jonathan?" Tanong ko sa sarili,medyo kinabahan ako kasi baka may ibang sumagot eh mag-isa lang naman ako sa bahay.
Minsan pinapahalata ko na kay Jonathan na sinusundan ko siya kaso wala paring effect, manhid ata yun eh.



Kinabukasan same routine lang. Sinundan ko si Jonathan sa senior high building tsaka ko tuluyang pupunta sa building namin, araw-araw ganun lang ang nangyayari, walang interaksyon na nagaganap sa pagitan namin ni Jonathan. Kaso parang iba ang araw na ito.
"Oyy President daw at Vice!!" Sigaw ng isa kong classmate. Nag ka-tinginan kami ni chellesy, siya ang president namin at ako naman ang vice.
Sabay kaming lumabas sa room para paunlakan ang kung sino mang nag hahanap samin. 
"Shit" naibulong ko. Nagulat ako ng makita si Jonathan sa tapat ng pinto.
Takte di ako maka paniwala na nasa harap ko siya, I mean never ko siyang naka face to face as in neveeerr tapos ngayon nandito siya sa harap ko, jusko sana pala nag suklay ako, bakit kasi walang nag sabi sakin na si Jonathan pala yung nag hahanap samin?
Bakit niya kaya kami hinahanap, dati iniimagine ko na gusto niya ko tapos mag tatapat siya sakin tapos sasabihin niya na...
"Annie gusto kita..."
"Ahm miss?"
Tapos sasagot ako ng
"Gusto din kita!"
"W-what?"
Nanlaki ang mga mata ko ng na-realize ko na










Tang...i...na 












What thheeeeee fucking fffuuucckkk nasabi ko ba? n-nasabi ko ba na g-gusto ko siya? Teka pero diba nag iimagine lang naman ako? Oo tama imagination lang yun hahaha tama tama dapat di ako kabahan
"H-ha? May s-sinabi ba ko?" Yan nalang ang nasabi ko sa sobrang kaba, tumingin ako sa tabi ko at nakitang wala na si Chellesy
Bwiset iniwan pa ko
"You just said na you like me"
Fuck nasabi ko nga, shit anong gagawin ko
"Anyways ito yung s-survey f-form paki sagot nalang" inabot niya sakin yung survey form tiningnan ko ito at kinuha. Tatalikod na sana ko pero may pumasok sa utak ko na sigurado akong pag sisisihan ko pag katapos kong masabi ito
"Oo gusto kita" medyo nagulat siya, tss ngayon lang ba may umamin sakanya? I bet not "gusto kita bakit? Ano naman sayo? Wala ka ng pakealam dun" tuloy-tuloy na sabi ko
Shit shit ano bang ginagawa ko? 
Lumunok siya at sinundang mabuti ng mga mata ko ang pag taas at pag baba ng adam's apple niya
Jusko ispiritu ng kalandian lubayan mo ako
"Tama ka wala nga kong pake" sabi niya sabay talikod
Tumalikod siya, tumalikod siya, nag simulang mag-lakad palayo sakin at naiwan akong tulala dahil sa mga kataga niyang sinabi

"Tama ka wala nga kong pake"
"Tama ka wala nga kong pake"
"Tama ka wala nga kong pake"
"Tama ka wala nga kong pake"
Huh! As if naman may pake ako? Ano naman kung wala siyang pake sakin! Atsaka crush ko lang naman siya ah! Napaka sama niya!!! Hindi man lang niya naisip kung may masasaktan ba sa sinabi niyang yun. 
Pero wala kong pake! Hindi ako nasasaktan! ako???? Ako na si Annie Chiu masasaktan kasi na-reject ni Jonathan Co? Huh! Neknek niya!!!
"Tama ka wala nga kong pake"
"Tama ka wala nga kong pake"
"Tama ka wala nga kong pake"
"Tama ka wala nga kong pake"
Shit I just got rejected
"Annie Chiu are you listening?!" Naputol ang pag iisip ko ng masigawan ng teacher
Letche dumaan na ang dalawang oras si Jonathan at ang sinabi niya sakin ay alam parin ng utak ko
"S-sir?" Medyo kinakabahan kong tanong sabay tayo 
"I said explain this poem" 
Tiningnan ko ang nasa bored, it's a japanese poem. Binasa ko ng sandali at nag umpisa ng mag explain
"Well for me the poem means, don't worry about your past and just think about the future"
"How about the present?" Naka taas na kilay na tanong ni Sir
"Enjoy your present while doing the things you need to do, just go with the flow. Savour every moment so that you'll never regret anything in the end"
Yan ang tingin ko sa buhay, hinahayaan ko ang tadhana, never akong nagreklamo sa mga ginagawa ng tadhana sinasabayan ko lang ito at ini-enjoy.
Ganun din ang gagawin ko ngayon. Ipag sasawalang bahala ko ang nasabi ko kay Jonathan kanina at hahayaan ang tadhana na gawin nito ang trabaho niya.
Sasakyan ko ang bawat laro ng tadhana
Mag titiwala ako sa tadhana
Aasa ako sa tadhana
Dahil naniniwala ako sakanya, naniniwala ako na lahat ng nangyayari ay naka takda na

9 HOURS EARLIER
The bell went signifying the end of lunch. Jack lifted his tray and dumped the remaining food in the trash, and left his tray in the pile of used trays. He came back to the table as the remaining three stood up to go for their next class. Vivian trailed behind the three boys as they walked towards their next period, History. Her phone pinged signifying a message. She unlocked her phone and opened the message, Jack's dad. "Baby girl, are you okay?", Vivian smiled as she continued walking till she hit a body. She looked up and noticed that the boys were staring at her, "why are you smiling?" Max asked, she touched her face to confirm if she was smiling, indeed she was. Jack's dad had warmed his way into her heart like the saying goes; the older the berry the sweeter the juice. Vivian reminded herself of the popular phrase in order to feel at ease with herself for loving a man her father's age. "Uhm no reason, I'll just head to the restroom to take care of 'business'" Vivian made air quotes around business to signify the kind. The three boys grimaced and scrunched their noses. She quickly headed for the restroom, she looked at her phone again. She stared at the screen, she didn't know if he had delayed to reply the message on purpose or he was truly busy, but whatever he did, it saved her the inconvenience of confessing to Jack in front of her friends. She entered the furthest stall from the door, locked it twice and crouched down to the floor. Her phone rang before she could text back. "Hello?" Vivian whispered
"Baby girl, your daddy has missed you" Jack's father replied in a husky tone. His voice sent a feeling of warmth down her body.
"I've missed you too..." there was silence over the phone like he was waiting for her to speak
"Too what?" She could imagine the smirk on his face over the phone.
"Daddy" Vivian flushed. He liked it when she called him that.
"The text I received was from Jack?" 
"Yes, he's having a sleepover at Max's"
"Did you delete the conversations like I told you to?"
"Yes"
"So he doesn't suspect anything?"
"No daddy"
"Good girl". This praise made her smile, she liked it when she made him happy.
They talked a little before she ended the call. She looked at the time, she was so late for history.
  2hours later

"And they found Emily's body today?"
"Where are you going with this Jack?" Chris was giving Jack a Stern look. Vivian was in her world, texting someone. She smiled as she replied the texts. 
"Are you coming over now or later?"
She texted back "I don't know if Jack is heading over to Max's place or going home first, I'll find out".
"Be careful, we don't want him to suspect anything" he replied almost immediately. 
"Trust me zaddy" she sent a winking emoji. She was thinking of ways of how to ask Jack without looking suspicious when Max saved her the stress by asking Jack, "Are you coming to the house or you'll grab a few things from your house?".
  7hours later
"Whatever" Jack rolled his eyes with a smile plastered on his lips, "I'll be back, set up the game for the next round". Jack closed the door, leaving Max to the comfort of his room. Max stood from the seat positioned close to the gaming system, he moved towards the bed where Jack had left his chips. He began to munch on the chips, picked his phone from the side table where it was left to charge. He scrolled through his Instagram page; liking pictures and commenting where necessary. A minute later a strange number texted him a poem. He read it in his head, it didn't make sense. He texted back, no reply. He dialled the number, it was non existent. His confusion level was peeking, he started to read the poem again as he whispered it unintentionally;
 "Roses are red
Violets are lifted up high
Two are dead
The beginning of what's lifted up high? It's her turn to die".
His mind's gears turned at a fast rate. "What's lifted up high?" He asked himself, he re-read the poem, "violets are lifted up high" he answered himself. "The beginning?" His heart was pounding, he was getting a weird feeling that this wasn't ordinary. He called the number again as he paced back and forth, non existent. He looked down at the poem again, sweat trickled down his spine. "The beginning of what's lifted up high?", he looked at the quatrain over and over again. "The beginning of violets is... V?" His eyes widened V, Vivian. He quickly dialed her number, it was switched off. He began to wear his shoes, prepared to run over to her house when he remembered Jack was coming back. He dialled Jack's number.
 2 minutes earlier
"Get him whatever he likes?" Jack tested a theory. "Oh thanks" Vivian turned and walked in the opposite direction with speed in her feet. Vivian walked down the moon lit path, hiding her affair with Jack's dad was getting unbearable and impossible. She touched her face, she was still cold from the confrontation, she would have been caught in the most compromising position which she would never have been able to lie her way out of. She walked passed a darkened alley, glanced and walked on. She stopped, had she seen what she thought she saw? Was the question that flashed through her mind. She slowly walked back and peeped. She hadn't been imagining it. The orange umbrella was bright and hard to miss. There was no rain, so why will a person stand in a dark alley holding an umbrella?.
"Hello?" Vivian called out , "are you okay?" She stayed fixed on her spot not wanting to walk in, there was a slight hesitation and fear in her voice. The figure looked up, Vivian's breath hitched in her throat. His eyes glowed, it wasn't normal, this was IT. She sprinting without wasting time. It ran after her. Vivian ran ignoring the hurt in her legs, she slowed down as she saw a brick wall in front of her, a dead end. "No no no no" she quickly turned to run back into another alley feet's away from the dead end. She saw IT coming. It slowed down and stood feet's away from her, at the entrance of the escape alley, blocking Vivian's movement. "Please, whatever you are please don't hurt me" Vivian felt immense fear, her eyes pricked with tears as it rolled down her face. It walked closer, Vivian began to scream and plead. The cold temperature of the atmosphere felt hot around her, her heartbeat could lead a parade. She closed her eyes and bowed her head to the floor covering her head, she shook in fear. She heard rapid footsteps like someone was running, she lacked the courage to look up. There was a grunt before the sounds stopped. She stayed still, shaking in fear, afraid that she would look up into the eyes of the predator before it took her. "Vivian?" She heard a familiar voice call her, she slowly looked , she felt relief wash over her. She glanced around, the thing was gone. She quickly rushed and embraced her friend in a warm hug. "You saved me, Max". Vivian's heart was still pounding fast but she felt safe.
 2 minutes earlier
"Jack, can you try and reach Vivian? I'm on my way to her house right now"
"Why? She just left here"
"What? How but I just received a text"
"A text from who? What does it say?"
"From it, She's next".
Jack quickly texted the direction Vivian had walked in. He rushed out of his house not bothering about his father . He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He slowed down as he spotted Vivian speaking to someone in an alley. She started running, seconds later he saw a figure pursue her. He turned right not following them in order to cut off the figure at an alley infront. He ran disregarding his burning limps and his pounding heart. He came to a slow halt as he saw the figure standing a few feet from Vivian slowly walking towards her, she had her head bowed to the floor in fear. He quickly ran to tackle the figure, his footsteps echoed in the empty alley, the figure turned towards him. He leaped to tackle the figure, before he could reach it, it held him. He grunted at the discomfort of it's sharp nails digging into his neck, drawing blood. He looked into the glowing eyes of the figure trying hard not to show the fear he felt, he was seconds away from wetting his pants. It varnished, and so did Jack. Few seconds later, Max ran into the alley only to see Vivian shaking in fear with her head bowed.

"May his blood rest upon us and our children". A night of drunken mistakes and bad decisions leads to a set of mysterious occurrences twenty years later, leaving the descendants; Max and Chris to solve the humongous puzzle with discrepancies in the puzzle pieces. With their missing friends as enough motivation, will they be able to uncover the mystery behind the sinister events or will their friends varnish into Oblivion.

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