These are poems or thoughts I’ve written (maybe even some my friends have wrote) and some poems from famous and non famous poets, sometimes there might even be parts of speeches or song lyrics. There will are also some quotes.

NOTE: Anything that says a different name other than “Nekozilla” does not belong to me. Do not steal my works, these are my own personal writings and nobody appreciates a writing thief.



CHAPTER 4 WALKING HABIT 

 
 

WALK AND BENEFIT 

 

 The human body is made to walk. 

 Walking 30 minutes a day cuts the rate of people becoming diabetic by more than half and it cuts the risk of people over 60 becoming diabetic by almost 70 percent. 

 Walking cuts the risk of stroke by more than 25 percent. 

 
 

 Walking reduces hypertension. The body has over 100,000 miles of blood vessels. Those blood vessels are more supple and healthier when we walk. 

 
 

 Walking cuts the risk of cancer as well as diabetes and stroke. 

 
 

 Women who walk have a 20 percent lower likelihood of getting breast cancer and a 31 percent lower risk of getting colon cancer. 

 
 

 Women with breast cancer who walk regularly can reduce their recurrence rate and their mortality rate by over 50 percent. 

 
 

 The human body works better when we walk. The body resists diseases better when we walk, and the body heals faster when we walk. 

 
 

 We don't have to walk a lot. Thirty minutes a day has a huge impact on our health. 

 Men who walk thirty minutes a day have a significantly lower level of prostate cancer. Men who walk regularly have a 60 percent lower risk of colon cancer. 

 
 

 For men with prostate cancer, studies have shown that walkers have a 46 percent lower mortality rate. 

 
 

 Walking also helps prevent depression, and people who walk regularly are more likely to see improvements in their depression. 

 
 

 In one study, people who walked and took medication scored twice as well in 30 days as the women who only took the medication. Another study showed that depressed people who walked regularly had a significantly higher level of not being depressed in a year compared to depressed people who did not walk. The body generates endorphin's when we walk. Endorphin's help us feel good. 

 Walking strengthens the heart. Walking strengthens bones. 

 
 

 Walking improves the circulatory system. 

 Walking generates positive neurochemicals. Healthy eating is important but dieting can trigger negative neurochemicals and can be hard to do. 

 
 

 Walking generates positive neurological. People look forward to walking and enjoy walking. 

 
 

 And research shows that fit beats fat for many people. Walking half an hour a day has health benefits that exceed the benefits of losing 20 pounds. 

 
 

 When we walk every day, our bodies are healthier and stronger. A single 30 minute walk can reduce blood pressure by five points for over 20 hours. 

 Walking reduces the risk of blood clots in your legs. 

 
 

 People who walk regularly have much lower risk of deep vein thrombosis. 

 People who walk are less likely to catch colds, and when people get colds, walkers have a 46 percent shorter symptom time from their colds. 

 
 

 Walking improves the health of our blood, as well. Walking is a good boost of high density cholesterol and people with high levels of HDL are less likely to have heart attacks and stroke. 

 
 

 Walking significantly diminishes the risk of hip fracture and the need for gallstone surgery is 20 to 31 percent lower for walkers. 

 
 

 Walking is the right thing to do. The best news is that the 30 minutes doesn't have to be done in one lump of time. Two 15 minute walks achieve the same goals. Three 10 minute walks achieve most of those goals. 

 
 

 We can walk 15 minutes in the morning and 15 minutes at night and achieve our walking goals. 

 
 

 Walking feels good. It helps the body heal. It keeps the body healthy. It improves our biological health, our physical health, our psycho social health, and helps with our emotional health. Walking can literally add year’s entire years to your life. 

 
 

 It's good to walk. 

 Be good to yourself. Be good to your body. 

 
 

 ALL ACUPRESSURE POINTS ARE IN THE SOLE OF YOUR FEET. 

 LET US ALL MAKE A DAILY HABIT OF WALKING AND 

 BE BENEFITED IN MANY WAYS!! 

 
 RELATIONSHIP NEVER DIES 
 Human relationship is more important to be maintained in everybody’s life.In the process of lead-life, many people, either relatives, or new incumbents will be getting acquainted in ones like, either for new start of married life or otherwise to maintain close relationship. As past experiences say that relationship generally never dies, its natural death, but, as circumstances lead the relationship to get suspended for few months or years due to one’s own Ego, Jealousy, Attitude and Ignorance and relationship looks like murdered for various reasons. If Ego, Jealousy, Attitude and Ignorance are kept away at a distance, then the relationship can long last without any hindrance or long troubles, may be few short-term temporary troubles can crop-up which are hushed-up in no time, and relationship will stay intact forever. 

 

MARK’s QUOTES are generated from the brain of the Author & Writer, MANTRIPRAGADA MARKANDEYULU. TheseQuotes would impress the readers’ and keep them in sober condition. All the readers shall feel happy to go through all these QUOTES in a pleasant manner 

 
 

It is the need of the hour to mention here that these “Quotes” are most useful for purposes of movies, episodes and feature-films and short films. “MARK’s QUOTES” could well be useful for Hollywood, Bollywood, Tollywood, Kollywood movies too. This QUOTES book also could be given as gifts to students, children’s and also as presentation as gifts in marriages and at various functions at schools, colleges to the competitors in various programs. These “Quotes” are of non-fiction type category and realistic ones, as per experience gained in life of past, present and future, as somebody or the other have confronted various problems in day-to-day life, may be due to poor economic, financial, illiteracy, poverty, poor employment opportunities, poor living standards. Also due to non-scientific and no technology, poor & slow development conditions, and also may be due to various aspects of poor life-styles related stories. 

 
 

These “Quotes” are some of the ‘Special Collections’ ascertained from the books of this Author & Writer (English), whose eBooks are both Fiction, Non-Fiction and other Love Story-line and Failed Love Story-line related subjects apart from Ghosts Stories, Bank Frauds, Gamblers’ Life, Deceivers’ Life, and on Black Money related stories, etc. 

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FACE BOOK INFORMATION [FBI] 

 

FBI (FB Information) friends itself is a directory consisting of friends with faces. This FB is a time killer and in oneway it is good as people are engaged in their own FB activities from home without disturbing others instead of chit-chatting and gossip making with other friends and neighbors and wasting one’s own time as well others. Moreover, FB readers and operators longevity will be more when compared to non-FB operators, as per a research made by scientists - a leading Englishnewspaper recently quoted. 

 

FB services can be best utilized for the purposes of communication information of new deals, set up of institutions information, information on various Training programs/government and private schemes information/NGO services information/health, educational, cultural and sports information, manufacturing of new products information, so on and so forth. 

 

More than all, one can know the whereabouts and location places of persons/friends/relatives and known people at different places, their activity and movement of people around the world. We can also convey messages to all. FB Information serves people in many ways and it is up to the FB operators to know how best one can utilize the FB Tool system, when compared to Internet system o Messenger or WhatsApp system or SMS system. One can operate FB system by sitting at house/office or at any place including during travel time. 

 

Also, one can watch the developments taking place at Rural places, villages and in various Cities pertaining employment opportunities and facilities and also one can participate in many programs that are being offered through FB Information system. Participation of FB utilizing people is welcome various programs organized by many of the institutions through FB Information system. 

 

Also FB operations are all free of cost and lot of money is saved in one way. So, it is advisable to use FB as per one’sown time availability and there looks to be no harm in posts as long the item posts doesn't harm anybody with regard to caste, creed, religion and also sentiments of others. 

 

FB is a good media tool and faster than any tool which one can use free of cost. The best utility in 21st century is FB TOOL. One should be happy for this FB facility provided by FB CEO. 

 

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SUCCESS KNOW-HOW
(For Students and All Age People)

SYNOPSIS

SUCCESS KNOW-HOW is the beautiful thoughts generated from the authors mind. These are not sayings, but reality thoughts which are useful and knowledgeable to all the children & student community, employees and employers, business, traders & sales personnel, global universities & university students etc. The SUCCESS KNOW-HOW enhances the intellectual capacity of a reader. SUCCESS KNOW-HOW makes one's mind very sharp and keep the thinking power in alert and ship-shape condition. These thoughts are well written & projected through sheer life experience happenings.

This book enthrall readers with - easy going, knowledge gain, competitive mind, dashing nature, good natural energetic attitudes, calculative arithmetic mind, meeting and mixing with people, spontaneous answering, appreciate others, leadership quality gain, expose natural expression, artistic thoughts expression, creativity of application mind, generating original ideas, desire to gain from your hard work, expression of love and affection, maintaining balanced mind, shrewd decisions taking, applying time management and many more positive thoughts gaining as life progress.

Author expects all the global people read, understand and enlighten their near & dear, kith & kin, family & friends, relatives & known people.

by
Mantri Pragada Markandeyulu, Litt.D.,
Poet, Novelist, Song and Story Writer
B. Com, DBM, PGDCA, DCP.,
Honorary Doctorate in Litt. from ITMUT, BRAZIL.,
Royal Success International Book of Records Honor
Gujarat Sahitya Academy and Motivational Strips Honor
Literary Brigadier Honor from Story Mirror, Mumbai, India
Spotlight Superstar Honor from Story Mirror, Mumbai, India

Plot No. 37,
House No.1-6-53/1,
Anupuram, ECIL POST,
Hyderabad - 500062
Telangana State  India
Email : mrkndyl@gmail.com
Phone No.
+91-9951038802

it was the month of July, my exams were finished. And I got busy with my boring life, reading books and novel, posting sad quotes of my own on my facebook page "HAUNTED TIMES". That time i was reading a novel "THE BOY WHO LOVED" by "DURJOY DUTTA" sir. It was suggested by Riya, she is a very good friend of mine. In short she's my soul sister. spoiler alert..!The Boy Who Loved" is the story of a school going boy called Raghu Ganguly who lives in Delhi with his family. On the outside, he is just your regular guy – loving parents, good academics, a respectable family with decent means. But that is just a façade. Deep down Raghu harbours a secret guilt – that he had let his friend down; he had let him die.Raghu likes to show that there is nothing remarkable about his life - loving middle-class parents, an elder brother he looks up to, and plans to study in an IIT. And that's how he wants things to seem - normal.
Deep down, however, the guilt of letting his closest friend drown in the school's swimming pool gnaws at him. And even as he punishes himself by hiding from the world and shying away from love and friendship, he feels drawn to the fascinating Brahmi - a girl quite like him, yet so different. No matter how hard Raghu tries not to, he begins to care ...
Then life throws him into the deep end and he has to face his worst fears. So yeah it was an amazing story.

Clary says." Also don't even that bitten in frustrated tony with me or your dad you get it." "yes fine whatever" "I mean it her voice was in a serious or do I have to give you a spanking again because you know I will. she continues "We are so sick in tired of this attitude that you show use back that the appointment". "Christian counter "how would you like it if somebody says her the life you spend a good three build-up is not your real life." he continues " So how about you drop everything income in start your new life." "look I known it can be hard it can be difficult to start a new way of living dive into a culture, it can be confusing and dangerous." " Maybe in time, you will find those elements of shadowhunter life that you wish to pursue more closely." "Because of either your natural aptitude in them or your interest you in the deeper study." "Did you just quote the codex? Jace asks " yes to make a point" in what would that be? he asks I'm trying to make it better so that it not the end of the world for you." " you can do something ask a shadowhunter better thing." We come to a stop that the bottom of the stairway. Jace "I will see you two back at the institute ok then taken her hand being it up to his thin lips kiss it softly in she looks deep into his eye. She smiles her jade greek eye shining then forehead in nose touch each other she with the right hand wiping around the back of his head input him into to her lips. His lips were sweet as honey pushing their lips together as hard hold it for a long time into they separated. After the separated. Jace says something in Japanese but his voice was to low I couldn't make it out but I thought I hear "暑いです, (atsui desu – It's hot/I'm hot") in clary saying something like " きれいです (Kirei desu – It's pretty)". Jace responded "好きです "I like it." she did him one better by saying" が好きです"[ga suki desu]. "I have a huge sweet tooth, he responded, "お菓子が好きです" ("Akashi ga suki desu – I like sweets"). The codex recommended that you know of several mundane languages preferably a mixture of living languages spoken near your geographical base quotes on quotes. Flashback Memories come flood back the first time they kiss each other him kiss Emily in cricket on the lips take a turn to make out with one another. See which one can keep or holding a sword steady for thirty minutes. The loser will have to make out with one or both of his/her competition. The was the first my time was think 16 min Emily was 18 min in Cricked was 23 min so he wins yes Cricked win he had me make out with him " he says you lost so you know what that means" " yes I do given you my time just don,t waste it " he comes up in stood right front of me he grabs my face in just pushing his lips to my I feel joy in weak like my knee was going to buck go over more nervous was none. We separated both smiles at the end of the flashback. Christian said in his low voice おいしそう[oishisou], meaning "It looks delicious, " 美しい思い出 Utsukushī omoide beautiful memories. "What was that clary," say and I Clean my voice in a rase it voice by in said " 失礼します shitsurei shimasu" – Excuse me (for my rudeness). In English, he says "But its time to go" ok then Jace let go in start to walk on the sidewalk going to the bus stop. He had to take the bus in two subway back to the institute. Are was no time to drop him off. Because of the appointment with dr Jacob, we were already running late too. The car ride takes about 15 min from my apartment to dr Jacob his home office was deep within New York City. We found a place to park the car. She pulls out the punishment log in write out three something after she was done she pack it back in the tote bag it was brown with leather. We got out in being walk out the sidewalk to the building Dr. Jacob buzz us. We walk in taking the elevator up to his place in a knock on the door. Dr. Jacob answers the door. The job he did on the side was being a spanking therapy. I've has been forced to in seeing him for the age of 8 it was a form of punishment in therapy.

Christian Fairchild would like none but to live a good and quiet life but there one problem. His mom and dad are Jace and Clary two of the most famous Shadownhunters and the Shadow world. They try there best to raise him in the way of the Shadowhunters world teaching him how to hunt and kill Demon about the downwards the oath they take etc. He becomes a famous author with his romance mystery fantasy it is written with his wife along with the New York Times bestselling list a number a five-time in his one-shot manga. He would like to be a good fiance to his new fiance But Destiny will not be denied in an old prophecy they have planned for Christian Fairchild can he fight or will he end up becoming what he hates. Sci-fi space adventure has sold millions in he has been on  This will be based on the shadowhunters book and the tv show all of them also this will be take 30 years after the event of the city of heavenly fire in the dark artifices. The runes with being black will be red but most will be black.

There was still some time before the concert. Yuhi didn't want to return to the venue right away, so he returned to the bar.
Yuhi found Sumire's' extra' copy of Hamlet, laying down on the ground in his chambers. Thus he slumped down on the couch downstairs the bar as he read through it. It was something he had read once before, but he never bothered to read it for a purpose.  
Thus the words he read did not register in his brain; instead, it faded like a firework. However, now it was different; he was going to read it properly.  
Although he said that stuff about her acting brave only when she quotes Shakespeare, if he thought about it carefully, perhaps he already identified the meaning then.
'With that mind, perhaps there is no meaningless misfortune'.  
She truly is a fool; he thought so before. But this t confirms far too much for his liking. At the end between the two of them, is there truly a connection?
Although they had 'connected' through the girl's marbles several times, Yuhi noticed they only connected whenever she has nightmares. Such nightmares would leave anyone feeling rather suffocated.
"I can guess what's on your mind."
His thoughts break upon when he spotted Yamaguchi Ryou make his way over. It surprised him when he found EMMAS number two in the bar, but the man was busy speaking to Atushi when he came. He overheard bits and pieces of their conversation and indirectly gave advice.
Yuhi sighed. "Well, it's just a thought, and you might as well mix it up so you would all be able to participate."
Ryou smiles. "Your that thoughtful, huh? How unexpected."  
"I suppose."
"But still Hamlet huh? I didn't pin you for the Shakespeare fan."
"I'm not," Yuhi admitted. However, he and Sumire shared many interests, like their favorite books, and read the same material. But on this matter, he would have to disagree. "Sumire left this behind, and she often quotes from it." He tosses another book to the table." She often quotes from this too."
"The Tempest?"
Yuhi raised his eyebrows when he sensed Ryou's confusion. "You don't know this one?  The setting is on a remote island, where Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan, plots to restore his daughter Miranda to her rightful place and skillfully manipulates the situation. He conjures up a storm, the eponymous tempest, to lure his usurping brother Antonio and the complicit King Alonso of Naples to the island.  
There, his machinations bring about the revelation of Antonio's lowly nature, the redemption of the King, and the marriage of Miranda to Alonso's son, Ferdinand. It starts as a tragedy but ends peacefully. In, the end everything is forgiven, it's forgotten almost as if it was just a passing by memory."
"A tragedy and a story of forgiveness, huh? I see Ibuki-chan has  a strange perspective on life."
Even this guy noticed that. He supposes anyone who spends time with Sumire has more likely gotten caught up in her Shakespeare quotes. However, that time he said it. That he wouldn't live his life like a script, he shuts his eyes as he recalls the words he said that day.
'You are doing what you shouldn't have, and aren't doing as you should have. Because you are always relying  on someone else's script, you are wrong.'
He went ahead and said something brave like that.
But he has not acted on it. Indeed it seems as though, ever since that incident happened. Ever since then, all he could do is stand by her side. When one wants to start something when one wants to change, what is the first thing to do?
The current him is unable to understand what action he should take next without anybody getting hurt. Yuhi briefly closed his eyes and opened them again.
"Hamlet's mistake is that he believed in something like a ghost that doesn't exist." Yuhi took a deep breath.  
"By believing in something outside the norm, he already lost any chance of returning to normal society. Those are just delusions imagined by the living. Once you're dead, that's it. The dead don't return, nor do they hear our wishes. It's all an illusion. The things you forgot to say or say are regrets they desperately want the dead to hear. They regret it to the point they become delusional."
"Do you not believe in ghosts or spirits?" Ryou asked.
"They regret to the point they create images in their mind to the point they start projecting those things into reality."  
"No, you make a point there. Because it is something people want since it is something they strongly desire. That's why it becomes real. That in itself isn't exactly wrong, and even if it is a mere illusion to others, it holds meaning. That's what you were trying to get at." Ryou said.
  Yuhi doesn't say anything in response and merely rolls to the other side on the couch so that nobody could see his face.
"I think you're able to see it too, Terashima, the same things as she does. If that's so, then perhaps I can help delay Atsuros request."
Yuhi sighed when he heard those words. "It is up to Sumire. Besides, she said she would accept it, wouldn't she?"
"Only because our leader is very pushy. To be honest, while I admire her skills, right now, I do not think Sumire-chan should compose for us."
Yuhi sat up then. "What do you mean?"
"Did Sumire-chan tell you how she met me last year?"
"No."
"It was during the time Tsueno Mamoru went on a dangerous job. Sumire-chan got a bad feeling and rushed to the place. But the ones who employed him at the time stopped her from assisting. When I found her, she was very restless, but she still tried to force a smile. I knew it was not the right time to approach her about being our composer, so I tried to get to know her instead."
Yuhi felt like he already knew where this story would go. But he didn't stop Yamaguchi from speaking.  
"Back then, even though her main priority was Tsueno, I learned what I had to. There is something special about this girl, but she lacks the confidence and love for herself for her to take any proper actions. When Tsueno got injured badly, I saw her break down badly. For the first time, I thought there is somebody I want to help."
"And?"
"The current her cannot handle more than one person's love right now, let alone those who respect her as a musician. That is why Terashima, I will convince Atsuro to back down."
"What is the catch?" Even if Yamaguchi Ryou says all that stuff about Sumire, there is still something wrong with this situation.


"I will do anything to reach the truth."

A drop of ink can penetrate the walls, even the walls you took too long to build. 

After losing her first love due to a traffic accident, Ibuki Sumire transfers to Tokyo. She wanted to escape, to run away from everything that happened. To start over in a place that didn't have him. But a series of clues lead her to investigating the case behind the accident. 

In that place she learns about the masks people wear. The masks people wear to disgui se their feelings. Sometimes you have to look past what you see on the surface. 

There she meets him, the person who helps her move forward. But Sumire quickly learns how alike they are. His cold personality is different than the kindness she is used to. However, he is the only one who understands her feelings.

It keeps going around in circles, like a drop of paint. Round and round - an endless stream of pain and lies. But, that stream ended the moment she laid her eyes on his paintings. 

Such rich and vibrant colors, it felt like his emotions exploded. Yet, in the corner of his studio, she found it. The real him, a sakura painting of two people walking hand in hand. 

A gentle and sweet feeling, something she has never felt before.

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It's been 6 months since I have been living in New York. My life is going smoothly as I desired.
Last week in the summer month of July, along with my friends and classmates we went on a trip on a Cruise for one day.
It is a lifetime experience for me.
The Atlantic Ocean is flickering brightly by the morning warm sunlight.
I felt that the waves of the ocean saying something to me like, "We show you the way to your destination in life and also help you to reach your Destination"
I felt like deep inside the ocean I will find the Pearl that is made for me exclusively. The cool breezes are blowing away my stress, tiredness, and also laziness in me.
In the middle of a vast ocean, I can see that sky and ocean are together and they appeared grandeur.
The white cottony clouds in the sky and the crew of birds flying high in the sky to start their search for food made my view breathtakingly beautiful.
          I was sitting on the lounge chair watching Nature's most beautiful creations of God.
          The band of waves is creating melodious music.
Remembering the quotes which I believe, by a famous person
"You are just your intelligence."
"When you look at the stars and the galaxy, you feel that you are not just from any particular piece of land, but from the solar system."
"There are so many people who are arguing or fighting over issues which don't have much relevance. We must all realize it is not worth it."
"You must enjoy the journey because whether or not you get there, you must have fun on the way."
"The journey matters as much as the goal."
"If you want to do something, what does it matter where you are ranked?"
"The quickest way may not necessarily be the best."
"Material interests are not the only guiding light."
"The path from dreams to success does exist. May you have the vision to find it, the courage to get on to it, and the perseverance to follow it."
"Do something because you really want to do it. If you're doing it just for the goal and don't enjoy the path, then I think you're cheating yourself."

These quotes inspired me a lot.
I have come here crossing oceans, seas, and thousands of miles to study for my Masters and graduate. I have big dreams to achieve and there is so much to do.
I am still at the first step of my success ladder there are a lot more steps to climb and achieve more successes.
          I see all kinds of people on the cruise, Chinese, Japanese, Indians, and I think people from all the 192 countries of the world are here.
          The atmosphere here is looking like the amalgamation of cultures at one place.
          "Hey Sam, come here" called my friend Jenny. Jenny is an American, she is a bit chubby, and she looks fresh like a blossomed rose with pink and peach tones.
          "What do you want to do in this semester break Sam" Jenny asked me.
"I need to find a part time job, I posted my resume at some places hoping that they accept me" I replied.
"Sam, then I will also join you for this search and we can work at the same place" said Jenny.
We continued our conversation enjoying the view of the ocean and the time went in a snap. It was evening 6 when returned back to the shore, mild cool breezes made the atmosphere a bit chilly.
All of us had dinner in an Italian restaurant and came back to our apartment. The day is special day to me.
With a rejuvenated mind and soul I slept peacefully that night.

Traveling thousands of miles from home to pursue her dreams is what 21-year-old Samantha is doing against her family’s wish.
Samantha is a typical Indian girl with an infrequent wish in her life. 
The one thing she didn’t expect to happen nor never planned on was capturing the attention of the one guy who could shatter the risky future she’s building for herself.
Louis is 6 feet of 3 inches swoon-worthy hotness, complete with a pair of striking blue eyes and a remarkable ability to make any girl swoon for him with his charm, and his witty banter.
Getting involved with him is dangerous, but when ignoring the simmering tension that sparks whenever they are around each other becomes impossible, he brings out a side of her she never knew existed.

Louis is a German
Samantha is an Indian
She is studying for her Masters in the USA
He is a looming Formula 1 Driver.

What’s happening in their life?
How are they gonna meet?
What happens after they meet?

Let’s perceive with our eyes. . . . . .

Maureen's POV
"I can teach you how to play polo. It's pretty easy," I offered and shrugged. "But I want something in return."
He chuckled and said, "Of course, you do. How can I forget that you're a girl?"
"Well...Sure and in fact, I want three things in return," I demanded and Noah's eyebrows rose high up.
"Hold on Cinderella, I'm not your fairy godmother."
"First you listen to me...Hey! Are you listening?" I nearly shouted when I saw Noah's back turned to me.
"You're not at all interested in me...I mean in my talks. Sorry, slip of tongue," I muttered the last few words and mentally facepalmed. Since Noah's back was still turned to me, I continued talking or rather demanding, "One, I want you to narrate to me the history of the country, stories, quotes, anything, and everything. You are basically going to tutor me. We can do this while I'm teaching you how to play polo since it isn't a big deal, but I'm really failing in history at school."
I stopped talking for a few minutes and waited for his reply, but I was quite sure that he was listening since I saw a slight movement of his head.
"Two, I don't want you to ask any questions about me. Don't ask why because that too will be included as a question. And three, I want your friendship. I mean I want us to be friends which automatically includes me to trust you, you should be loyal, you know what I mean. Only if you want to," I blabbered and fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, waiting for his valuable response. Suddenly, he turned to me, his deep blue eyes gleaming.
"Yeah, that'll be cool," he agreed and I smiled slyly.
"So you heard me, good boy."
"But isn't it unfair that you get three wishes fulfilled while I get only one?" He questioned and I pouted while tapping my chin with my index finger thoughtfully.
"Hmm...but I can't help it. Let me be philosophical for once and tell you that this is life, Noah. It can be unfair sometimes, but you have to live with it. You have to survive. Rather than grumbling and ruining your whole life, you can concentrate on how to make it better," I ranted some pretentious quotes and recalled my sister saying this when I was crying continuously, seeing her in that terrible condition. Hopeless tears welled up in my eyes when the fresh, dark memories awoke in my mind.
Noah watched me curiously and asked, "You have experience about all this, don't you? Trust me, I know too how life can deceive you, but I learnt it the hard way. You sure can make it better. Besides, memories can be rewritten, right?"
I pretended that I was not crying by putting up a cheerful façade.
"Are you okay, We can go back home if you are feeling ill," Noah suggested, concern lacing his voice.
I shook my head while blinking back the tears and said, "I'm alright, let's just walk."
*    *    *
"So, did you think about what I said earlier? When shall we start with your practices?" I asked sincerely but he didn't reply. Instead, he just admired the spectacular scenery before us. It was mesmerizing with the river flowing and making its path through the small, green hills and rocks. We ended up sitting on a huge rock on the river bed, dipping our toes in the cool, shallow water.
Noah kicked the water coltishly, splashing the water on me and making my legs wet till the knee.
"Hey!" I slapped his arms playfully and tried to splash the water over him. Instead, I kicked a solid, hard pebble.
"Ow, ow, ow!" I groaned at my feet and quickly lifted my feet up to try and examine them. Noah chuckled and my face immediately reacted by turning redder than my toe, ugh me.
"Did your toe hurt or your face, strawberry?" Noah teased slowly and I punched his stomach hard. He mocked me by screaming 'ow ow, ow' in high pitch tone while holding his stomach.
"Serves you right!" Are you annoyed?" He asked as I was still trying to examine my wound when suddenly, Noah took my feet and placed them on his lap. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep me from blushing. He brushed my toe slightly, sending jolts of electricity throughout my body as I shivered. His lips curled into a broad smile, his eyes never leaving mine.
I cleared my throat and quickly got up. I sprang my feet and straightened my posture. My feet hurt like hell but I took a deep breath and I briskly walked ahead.
"Wait!" Noah quickly rolled his pant down to his ankles and sided up to be.
"Do you agree to what I offered earlier? I can teach you, but I want what I asked. Besides you're desperate to learn polo and you cannot get any better coach than me," I declared proudly.
"I can always ask one of the players to teach me. They'll be happy to teach me, that too for free." He smirked and my shoulders slouched my pride dissolving.
"Don't worry, I'll be better than our French teacher. And besides, we wouldn't be friends if you don't agree on what I said," I blackmailed him and a whimsical smile stretched across his face.
"We wouldn't be friends, strawberry. We would be something else," He whispered and I gawked at him.
I blinked several times in disbelief and he just chuckled, walking away. I was rooted on my spot deciding whether Noah really liked me or was it just flirting or teasing? Whatever it was, it felt good.

Audenzia Dola Aimee (e-ya-me) is an undercover princess wearing a black wig and thick-rimmed glasses and going by the name Maureen Harris, to hide away from her dark past. She has to stay hidden from the enemies who just wish for her misery, so she moves into a quaint town near the countryside where she meets Noah, a boy with his own share of problems and mysteries. 

Their worlds collide brutally and just when they find themselves growing closer, secrets begin to unravel which questions everything. 

Her identity. Her honesty. Her love.

A strong smell of sweat filled the room. the dust particles danced under the light entering the box like small room from a tiny window at the top- the only source of light. loud booming noises echoed around the almost empty walls as he hit the punching bag with all his strength causing the bag to swing from side to side slightly. his raven black hair stuck to his forehead due to sweat. he wore a sleeveless grey shirt that had now turned into a darker shade as it was drenched in excessive sweat. his hands clutched the boxing gloves wrapped around his fists. he moved his figure side ways before flinging his arm across the hardcore bag as he landed a strong punch against the red, hard, cylindrical bag hanging from the roof. his tanned arm muscles contracted and relaxed as he landed a series of punches on the punching bag. with each punch he would growl in frustration as his anger seemed to be resistant of fading away. how long had he been doing this he had lost count. if he was correct it was evening and it was not long before the sun dove in the sea that had engulfed that girl he once knew. and the darkness would soon takeover. Time and tide really waited for none. it seemed like no one cared what happened to that girl. not the universe not the people she met nor those who had claimed to love her and never leave her alone. they called themselves her protectors and were still unaware of the dead body that was now buried deep in the sea. it was like she never really existed. guilt ate him from inside and he landed a roundhouse kick against the punching bag sending it swinging wildly, as he screamed in pure frustration.
Memories that he had buried deep within his head threatened to break chains and overtake his mind. He always messed up. back then and now, it was all his fault. it was his fault that she was no more. his head throbbed in pain. clutching his head in his hands slid across the wall falling on the floor. he wanted to forget it all. get over it. but it was like those memories were etched on his mind like tattoo.
before he could fall deep in the trance a phone call interrupted his chain of thoughts. his eyes averted to the corner of the room were an iPhone flashed and vibrated. he stretched his arm taking the phone in his head. He picked up the call to see the caller id. Snoopy was flashed across his phone. He slid his finger across the screen bringing the device closer to his ears. 
"what did you find snoopy" he ordered.
"sir found the articles and news clippings on Alex rover and Sarah connor. I believe your suspicions are true."
"I will be there" 
He pushed back up from the wall taking off his boxing gloves. 
one thing that he had learned from life is that there are two kinds of hurt that can shatter a person completely.One having your heart broken. Two losing the one you love the most. That is why he lived by two rules. Trust no one. Love no one. Hurt can either leave a person in despair or it can turn a person into a monster driven by vengeance. Or in worst case scenario both. He had learned his lesson the hard way but stuck to it.
None the less it all fit perfectly with his line of work. Where he works, His name is a code. His status of life is non existent. He has multiple identities yet he has no identity. He works with the brain. Heart is only a blood pumping machine. In this line of work a person can work perfectly until heart becomes more and they start feeling. The moment they feel they lose. So he has stopped feeling. He has turned emotionless.
He is just a machine working in a well designed system. He does as he is told. No opinions considered. Its a strict command. His work is to fight against evil. Its ironic for evil is just human nature. Humans are born evil. We just suppress our true selves by these rules and regulation, by laws. These laws abide us so we do not reveal our true selves or the world will turn into a chaos. 
So he fights those who reveal their true colors. He fights evil and has sworn to do so until he is killed by it. His death will effect no one. For he has never existed for anyone. Secret is what it is all based on. He is just an intelligence agent.
One thing that he had learned through this all is that quotes are just delusional .Quotes inspire you to see good in everything. But in his opinion its all wrong , for if you only look at good you will be blinded to whats wrong. if you can not see what is evil you can not eliminate evil. Quotes tell you to look at the world as you vision it to be. Not as the world truly is. If you only look at the perfect imaginary world, you are just living in an illusion, lying to yourself. If you do not see the world as it truly is you can not turn it into the perfect world you wish for it to be.
Crossing the dimly lit corridor of doors from which people rushed by entering and exiting he traveled up from the elevator he now stalled across the long hallway he finally reached his destination. He stood in front of brown wooden double doors. he stifled a yawn. it was an eventful long day.He turned down the handle pushing open the door.
 He entered a plain white room where a boy younger than him, probably a year younger than the girl he keeps his eyes on daily or the same age sat in front of a computer setup. Devices glowing and beeping as he types erratically, punching in commands. He wore white button down shirt over black pants. A loosened tie around his neck. His features still held a babyish look. His eyes seemed tired. it was beyond work hours. This kid was a computer genius. He had caught fame in his few years at the agency. he had extra ordinary skills. he needed more praise than he got.
Hearing the footsteps beside him sat up taller all alert.
"sir it is all in here" he pointed to the computer screen. Blinking his eyes to remove tiredness trying his best not to let it show.
He crossed the floor reaching the desk and swinging himself over an office chair. He messed up the boys hair praising him. "you are a genius snoopy" the boy smiled politely in return showing his results.
He showed the list of articles on Alex rover. These articles had been vanished from the internet but Snoopy had retrieved them. 
"Who would have thought that this super rich and famous guy would have been involved in gang activities" he commented at the news clipping.
"he came to fame three years back, two years after his mother went into comma." snoopy confirmed 
"what exactly happened to his mother"
"She went into depression after losing her daughter and when it became too much she had to be hospitalized and on the day she was released she got into a car accident and slipped into coma"
""did they catch the culprit"
"it was hit and run, the guy was like a ghost he vanished the second he came"
"It is almost like someone did not want her to be involved but they did not want her dead either or else why would she still be breathing through machines"
"she must have known something"
"that is a new twist. interesting, What is more"
"Alex rover was caught playing casino and drinking in an underage club but was bailed"
"of course rich brats, they get away with anything, I guess that is what Howard rover meant That his son had lost himself to the cruel world, Anything about Anna rover"
""she was kidnapped from the beach at three years of age and then it was published in almost all news papers police looked for her too but they never found her. It is said she had already died the day she was kidnapped but her mother refused to believe it and insisted don her being searched stil yet. She never got over the loss"
"Anna rover is still alive." he commented silently.
"how do you know" snoopy asked out of curiosity.
"she is Sarah connor. Did you find anything about the Connors"
"nothing. They kept their children hidden for most of their childhoods moreover their business was not even huge until later"
"of course they kept it hidden. they had nothing to show" he mumbled to himself. He was pulled out of his chain of thoughts by the ringing of his phone indicating a new message.
Sarah: Ellen help..


Sarah connor gets to Canada and ends up saving Alex's life accidentally unaware of what she just dragged herself into.
and as misery befalls upon her she is forced to ask alex for help
life becomes perfect until gunman reappears he will go after what he wants 
their life is in danger
what does he want and why no one knows will Sarah and Alex be able to protect themselves and stop the gunman
the truth of the past is discovered and the gunman is thirsty for revenge

Some authors in chat talked about a book's worth. 

Most agreed that its value depends on the readers' willingness to pay for a novel. And the most selling here in WN are romance and h e n t a i.

Honestly, it is true in a sense that most authors who don't write these two genres or have the general audience receive lesser income to none. However, there are also other genres that are popular.

What saddening is that a story which has no s** will be buried deep in the list of books.

One time, a person told me that he won't read books without s**. I think you understand what I mean.

Sad... 

Those good literary authors will just choose Amazon. I totally agree with that.

But, is that what really makes a book valuable? So, the authors will just resort to writing stories with s**  since most will welcome it.

I feel sad if it is.

I've been reading and watching epic and classic stories like Mary Poppins, The Twelve Kingdoms, Fushigi Yuugi, The Vision of Escaflowne, Star Wars, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and others. 

These are great books but I'm not sure if the new generation is still reading them.

Hoping they are.

So, what is the worth of a writer? Of a person's storyteller's heart and creativity?

Will it just be buried deep in isolation? Will it just be following the flow of readership and abandon its desire to produce good stories?

I disagree. We still love good stories. There are still more readers who love good reads. In fact, these type of stories are more engaging and imploring. Those epic stories won't be called epic if no one reads them anymore. They are classified as such because their worth is beyond trends.

They simply go against the flow and create a tsunami, leaving people awestruck.

That is the type of book I want to write. I prefer to be remembered as an author who writes good stories without compromising the principles I believe.

Don't get me wrong. There are still good books with a bit of those s** things out there that you can read. But they don't focus on those scenes but on the story itself.

I am a person who never follows trends. And I care less what people call me. I will rather be true to myself than to follow the crowd and lose my self-respect.

In my opinion, the worth of a story is not only on the business side but also on how much heart and effort the author gives to his/her books.

To authors: Let us enjoy writing good stories. Let us be proud of what we write for not everyone can be authors. And not all writers can finish a book. The truth, most books here are unfinished.

To readers: Support good books and give the authors that confidence to continue writing good stories. Without your support, the authors might give up. If no one read good stories, then there's no point on writing one. But I believe most readers still love those type of books.
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Inspirational Quotes for Authors:

"I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose." — Stephen King

"If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn't matter a damn how you write." — Somerset Maugham

"Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as writer." — Ray Bradbury

"I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly." — Edgar Rice Burroughs

"The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story." — Ursula K. Le Guin
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Inspirational Quotes for Readers:

"Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light."
–Vera Nazarian

"Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself." —George Bernard Shaw

"Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood." — John Green

"The only important thing in a book is the meaning that it has for you." —W. Somerset Maugham

Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled "This could change your life."
–Helen Exley

Have a good and fruitful day.

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