Denis dan Denisa mengalami kecelakaan saat mereka akan menuju perusahaan Carrington. Mobil yang mereka kendarai mengalami kecelakaan karena rencana pembunuhan oleh musuh perusahaan. Beruntung mereka semua selamat termasuk dua orang kepercayaannya. Hanya saja kondisi Denis mengalami cidera yang cukup serius sehingga ia koma untuk beberapa waktu.

Tangan kanan Denis menyarankan agar Denisa menggantikan posisi kakaknya itu. Menjadi penerus perusahaan Carrington. Hanya sampai Denis sadar dari komanya.

Keadaan Denis hanya di ketahui oleh Denisa dan kedua orang kepercayaannya. Hal itu karena keluarga Carrington memiliki banyak musuh di luar sana.

The September breeze still carries the stifling heat and humidity of summer, but it is tinged with a touch of early autumn coolness, carrying the refreshing vapor of Lake Ontario, slowly passing by, the tops of the branches and leaves of the treetops began to color, the city's sea of green began to emerge from the red, yellow, orange intensity, colorful waves raging and boiling, the turquoise sky seems to feel this wave, the golden sunlight The air is filled with a bright and pleasant aura that makes people want to go outdoors, even if it's just for a walk in the city square.

Compared with the crowdedness of New York and the sunshine of Los Angeles, Toronto has a kind of leisure and freedom to let go and relax. Old people walking their dogs on the street pacing leisurely with friendly smiles on their faces at all times; pigeons surrounding children in the square, fighting over the clumps of bread; people in suits carrying briefcases at work, walking quickly to the street, then getting on their bikes with a single stride and taking off ...

The blue sky is as bright as the rain just after cleaning, but full of colorful splendor, the mood can not help but to lighten up.

Today's Toronto, extraordinarily noisy, within sight of the crowded crowd filled, every corner are shoulder to shoulder, incessant, as if the entire North American residents have flocked to the city overnight general. Maybe that's not the case, but it's not far off, because the annual Toronto Film Festival kicks off today.

While the Venice Film Festival is still in full swing, Toronto, thanks to its location, is easily the favorite of its neighbors, and almost any production committed to winning this year's awards season won't miss it.

The Toronto Film Festival is very young, having only been held in 1976, and has only really taken off in the last two or three years, starting with "Slumdog Millionaire" and gradually replacing Venice as an outpost of the North American awards season.

Canadians are known worldwide for their politeness, even a little too polite, with "excuse me" and "thank you" on their lips all the time, regardless of the situation. Americans always like to tease this point, the most famous stunt is every year "Black Friday" moment, the United States of America's shopping malls are completely the battlefield, not even waiting for the mall to pull up the roller shutters, crazy shoppers rushed in, the rush will even be life-threatening.

But in Canada, it is all the staff lined up in two lines of warm welcome, customers applauded while saluting, neatly and orderly follow the queue into the mall. Even in a fight, "sorry" on the lips, said the Canadians.

Such a tradition has also been carried over to the Toronto Film Festival, even if it is a bad movie, the audience will stand up and applaud as a group to encourage. Even the critics here are particularly gentle, and most of the films screened in Toronto receive "positive" reviews, as if they were praised.

So, the real professionals will know that these reviews have limited reference value, or wait for the film to be released in the United States to see the difference.

However, such an affinity environment is undoubtedly the best choice for a promotional strategy.

What's more, unlike the three major European film festivals, Toronto has never been a jury-based festival, but is known for its large number of film screenings, mainly serving the market, and it does not need to put up a stance and struggle between art and business, with one ultimate goal: to sell films.

This has made Toronto a platform for independent film dealers, attracting more and more independent films in search of opportunities.

This year's Toronto Film Festival is no exception, Darren Aronofsky hand in hand with Natalie Portman shot "Black Swan", Mike Leigh "Another Year", Tom Hooper and Colin Firth cooperation "The King's Speech", Nicole Kidman starring "Rabbit Hole", Ben Affleck directed "The Town" and so on, all will shine in the next eleven days.

In fact, many films are just coming from Venice, "Norwegian Wood", "Barney's Version", "Potiche", "The Way" and so on are all like that. From this side it can be seen that the average quality of the fifty-one films exhibited this year deserves recognition.

This has led journalists from all over North America to gather here, hoping to get first-hand information and make a terse preview of this year's awards season. No one wants to miss such an event.

After settling his luggage at the hotel, Renly left the hotel and walked in the direction of the main venue.

Although he was a man of two lives, he had never even attended a concert, let alone a film festival or music festival, so Renly's steps began to lighten up. So, until then, Renly's time is free to enjoy the comfort of the festival. So, in his head, he started thinking about what movie he should watch today and what movie he should watch tomorrow.

But the problem was, how did he know what movies were being shown today? Did he have to go to the official website to find out? Although inexperienced, Renly quickly figured out the process of the festival catalogue, each film festival has its own catalogue, and each year has different features, the catalogue not only has the date, the arrangement of the scene, but also each day of the screening works of media feedback, as well as a brief interview with the crew.

After carefully studying the cast list, most of them were Canadian films. After all, this is the home turf, and the annual support for local films is still very strong, for example, the opening film this year was chosen by Canadian forces.

Local director Michael McGowan teamed up with a group of local Canadian musicians to launch the "Score: A Hockey Musical", about Canada's most popular hockey, so to speak, the blood is Canadian factor.

Although most of the works Renly has seen, but many of them he wants to see again, especially into the cinema, sitting in the audience, enjoy the works on the big screen. For example, Denis Villeneuve directed the "Incendies".

So far, Renly can remember, when watching this film shock and mixed, later the director also shot "Prisoners", "Sicario", "Arrival" and other wonderful works, he is the best is to use the camera switch and build to complete the emotional brewing and creation, the actor's acting details to enlarge, to capture the essence of the performance.

Such films are an absolute pleasure to watch on the big screen.

Yesterday was the opening ceremony of the Toronto Film Festival, only "Score: A Hockey Musical" a film screened, today officially began the exhibition, Renly browsed the afternoon arrangements, intends to see the French animation "The Illusionist", the film almost no lines throughout, but as wonderful as oil painting; if there is still time, you can also go to see the "Biutiful" ...

The first thing you need to do is to think about it and turn around to buy movie tickets, but only to turn around, Renly suddenly saw a back close at hand, and his own back almost only a hand's distance, which really took him by surprise, the inertia of turning around, his entire weight forward, looking to jump on the other side, a muscle force, hard brakes. But not wait for him to step back, the other side and back a small half step, this reaction time is too late, Renly can only stretch out his hands, blocking the other side of the back, to avoid two people crash.

The two hands a file, Renly back a step, although the heart palpitations, but finally to avoid disaster; the other side by Renly this file, the original backward center of gravity also lost, stumbled forward a small step, the action is incomparable lame, turned around, dark brown shattered in the air gently fluttering, the pair of watery eyes clear, flashing bright light, but, at this time, full of anger, questioning the voice is suppressed and angry, "What's wrong with you?"

Renly's brow knitted slightly, this is clearly the fault of both sides, he is at fault, but she is also at fault, but the other side is the first to sue? However, Renly also knows that such a matter is ambiguous, arguing can not argue a result, out of gentlemanly manners, Renly showed an apologetic smile, "Sorry, my fault."

Such a friendly and sincere apology, the other party seems to be embarrassed to continue to argue, she gently nodded, hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and said, "Sorry, I also have a fault, just a little distracted, I should look ahead of the road." She lifted her right hand and rubbed her temples, her dark brown length in a bun, hidden under a black beret, the fallen silk obscuring most of her cheeks, only a hard chin curve could be vaguely seen.

"Fortunately, no one made a fool of themselves." Renly politely made a small joke to liven up the atmosphere, but the other party did not show a smile, which immediately made the atmosphere a little awkward, but Renly did not mind, anyway, just a casual encounter, he nodded a gesture, and then ready to go around the road to leave.

The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not in a position to get a good deal of money. Why does this look like a movie set? Wasn't this the Toronto Film Festival? What details did he miss?

"Paparazzi!" The woman's voice came from behind her, her voice revealing a hint of huskiness and tightness, panic revealing a strength hidden in her bones, "Please help cover it up."

After getting the final relief from his past sufferings, Chu Jiashu was given a second chance when he found himself in the body of an infant from an aristocratic family of Hall. Now, nothing is going to stop him from achieving his long-cherished dream of acting. Enter Renly Hall, a Hollywood miracle of 21st century.


Note from the translator - from me, that is.
   
"Honestly, I get frustrated too much when I look at countless subpar novels being translated day after day. So much human resources wasted. I kinda get what Qidian International is doing, but it is just, I can't bear the notion of having so many wonderful novels that belong to the Chinese platform to be left in the dust. English-speaking community should know of the existence of such brilliant works, and more so, they should enjoy them. The novel is by a Chinese dude "Qiqi Jia D Mao Mao", whatever that might mean, who wrote several showbiz novels (he is probably the best at what he is doing). It is not my work, I'm just a dude who, with the help of two free machine translators (DeepL and good ol' Google), can show you a hidden gem. Wait, you said machine translators? Sadly, yes. I can't speak Chinese at all, but fortunately, this novel is structured in a machine-translation-friendly way, like really so. Most of the time context is saved. I'm just polishing the edges with my superb (not really) editing skills, so you all chaps have a splendid experience with this good staff indeed. Actually, you can go and read machine translation or just wait for my updates. Up to you dudes and dudies. And then I go away...blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb....."

P.S.
"I am a knife for a hire. So the managers of the site can employ me for this novel, but please don't remove it. Oh, please, I'm begging you on my knees. You guys won't even think of translating this novel, and here I am "translating" it for free,.... well for the time being, that is mwahahaha!"

P.S. for P.S.
This novel does not contain the following:
Harem, definitely not NTR, stupid characters, NTR again (God, I hate NTR (secretly beating the meat for a one in hentai))

But this novel contains:
Great storyline, relatable characters, realistic situations, very fun moments as well as tear jerking ones (so much so, you will find your throat hella sore from crying all the time), surprise after surprise for the decisions that author went with.

You will have a good time indeed
WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

In a panic situation like this one can still take photos of people. Want to be posted on social media? Denis won't let those people go free if Faye becomes a mockery on the internet.
"Wait, Denis, Mama has a friend, a doctor," said Claudia, pulling a woman the same age as her, "she just happened to have finished work so she had a tool to check on Fay's condition."
"Is there any place more privacy? So I can check in quietly?" asked the female doctor, adjusting her sunglasses, watching Faye's condition, who was closed tightly, "Hm ..."
"What? What, Doctor? Fay is fine, right?" asked Denis in extraordinary panic.
"Follow me. We can discuss more elsewhere," Claudia swiftly cut in before her friend could answer.
Denis obeyed, followed Claudia while occasionally rubbing her cheek with her cheek gently, feeling a warmth there which meant her body temperature was still normal, "Honey, you'll be fine. You'll be fine. That's my promise."
Mia was worried too, afraid that something might happen with Faye. She was about to catch up, but being held back by James who was still holding her made her steps back automatically, "Can I see Fay's condition for a moment?"
"This is a good chance for us to go," said James, "Come on, babe."
Mia did not fight back when James pulled her out of the building, her eyes fixed on Faye to disappear, brought by Denis to be examined. She lowered his head while sitting in James's car seat.
What if Faye overdoses?
Mia has always kept Faye's alcohol level when they were drinking together. Het best friend's body was not good enough to control alcohol even though this time it was cocktails and champagne.
"You can reach that guy if you're worried, babe," said James, who slowly slowed down the car, stuck in a red light.
Mia grinned broadly, and did what James said without hesitation, then sighed gloomily knowing she didn't have Denis' cellphone number yet, "I forgot to ask his number."
"Fay's number then, I'm sure that guy has it," said James in an obvious displeasure.
Of course.
Faye is under the full supervision of Denis, there is no way he will stay away from her best friend. He will definitely hear the message ringing on Faye's cellphone.
Mia started typing the message and then sent it to Faye, and Claudia just in case. Her heart was a little relieved after that.
***
James stopped his car briefly at the supermarket to buy a few cans of alcohol for them to drink later.
The low alcohol content did not make Mia complain, she also went shopping for breakfast tomorrow especially for James because she was sure he would be in New York for a few days.
They drink while watching adult romantic movies in bed completely naked, touching each other.
Mia herself is not used to watching movies before making love. She only wanted it because James suggested, she didn't really pay attention to what film was being played, she was busy slowly tracing his chest, feeling the strong muscles there.
James himself focused on watching, only occasionally giving Mia a brief kiss.
Mia runs out of patience not getting James's attention, she immediately turns off the film, and positions herself between his open thighs to give oral.
The taste was still the same as Mia remembered, making her addicted wanting more, and wanting to get James's full attention to her.
James enjoys watching Mia's work with a grin on his lips, occasionally sighing her name when getting a strong suction.
Mia doesn't stop, keeps repeating movements that can let out a sigh from the lips of the man she loves. Her body was getting hotter imagining how they would unite after all this time.
"Mm ..." Mia sighed softly as James held her cheeks to line their faces. Their lips then met, not wanting to give in to each other.
James reversed their position to make himself dominant this time. However, he had no intention of taking a more intimate step, he chose to pay attention to Mia's body whose legs had been lifted to his shoulders giving a beautiful view between her thighs.
Mia waited for James, but for a few minutes, nothing happened. She finally took the initiative to unite them because she was shy to be stared at intensely in her privacy.
James let it go, watching their slowly reunite. When fully entered, he doesn't move but says casually, "I want to ask you something."
Mia sighed happily to feel James again after a long time. She put her arm around his neck so she could share another kiss, unfortunately rejected by him, "Can you ask me later? I can't stand it."
James thought for a moment, considering whether that would be a good strategy. He felt it was right, and began to move very slowly, yet deeply.
Mia closed her eyes enjoying every second of their making love that she missed so much, she unconsciously moved her hips to get more, and then sighed when she found her sensitive spot.
James grinned at Mia's fully enjoying expression. He leaned close to her ear, then whispered hotly, "You want more, babe?"
"Mm ..." Mia answered with a sigh, too carried away by the wave of pleasure that swept across her logic to just want James to the fullest.
"Then answer my question then I will do more than this," said James who deliberately accelerated the movement of his hips making Mia's sigh shortened with pleasure. He also felt the same way, but he had more control over himself.
"Ah! Yes ...!" Mia answered quickly because she wanted to be touched more, not because she paid attention to James's question.
James was satisfied to hear that, then drastically lowered the movement of his hips which got a groan of protest coming out of Mia.
"Um ... why ...?" Mia asked between her small sighs.
"You have to answer and then I'll do what you want," said James.
"What ...?" Mia asked softly, starting to gain a little consciousness thanks to the slow motion of James's hips.
"Did Fay contract marriage with that guy?" James asked as gently as possible.


Warning : mature content

Cover : Eutchai (Instagram)

Faye Grace is a successful, beautiful, and smart restaurant businesswoman. The only one she doesn't have is a man.

One day, her friend asked her to bet on renting a Sugar Baby, Faye who lost, ended up renting a Sugar Baby named Denis for one day.

A phone video of her mother and two rings became a minor misunderstanding, which forced Faye to ask Denis to be her contract husband.

"How much money do you want?" asked Faye.

Denis looked surprised, "You are not putting an offer?"

Faye observed Denis while glancing at the bare body up and down, "I can't judge how much, I don't know your strengths and weaknesses, I guess from your face maybe ten thousand dollars?" or maybe more considering that Denis can cook.

Denis was flattered by what Faye said, "You think highly of me, honey~"

"That's not a compliment, I was putting a price on you and you're happy about it, huh?" Faye said in amazement, most people would be annoyed when someone did that, why did Denis like it!?

"Is there anything else?" Denis asked.

Faye thought, "That's all, we'll talk again if I have any other ideas."

"Then I'm going to take a shower, my body smells like alcohol," said Denis.

Faye nodded, while waiting for the shower to finish, is it better to find another agreement, such as a cooking schedule?

"You can join me if you want, honey~" Denis started teasing from the bathroom.

Can Faye resist Denis's seductions when they live in one house?

With 5 hours left to reach Venus Flynn was in his quarters alone and even if he was acting strong before he didn't hold himself when he was alone he cried for minutes. He recalled the best memories he had with his father. He had no mother and no siblings the only people he ever knew was his father, his uncle and his two best friends. The first memory he called was when he first learned how to use a bicycle, then his first trip to the moon when for one week he explored the Armstrong colony on the dark side of th moon. So many good memory he thought. But his moment of peace was cut short.
Cadet Dawn: Sir we're receiving a transmission from Admiral Villeneuve.
Lt.Vaugh: Transmit it in my cabin
Cadet Dawn: Yes sir!
Lt.Vaugh: Admiral it's an honor
Admiral Villeneuve: Lets skip the formalities. I am just here to tell you that when crossing the border some of my fighters will accompany you we must show the rebellion our strength. Is that understood Lieutenant.
Lt.Vaugh: Yes sir!
Admiral Villeneuve: Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.* Long live the Confederation!
Lt.Vaugh: Long live the Confederation!

* Quote from Sun Tzu
   Used as the motto of the Terran Confederation.

I held my breath. My husband just left and I heard something from Daniel's room. It's not like he's a murder that's about to murder me or something so why am I worrying this much? 

I went to my room and I looked at the window.. I can see the moon shining brightly.. I liked watching the moon. Daniel and I used to spend our time together under the moonlight.

Ever since he came here, The only person in my mind is him.. why? I already have a husband but.. He's still in my mind!? 

I was scolding my self when a pair of hands held my waist! I was surprised because, Denis isn't here of course so.. The only person that could be the owner of these hands is.. Daniel!

I struggled.. Then I heard him say something, "What's wrong?... Didn't we always watch the moon like this?"

"Daniel, Stop this! Denis woul-"

My sentence got cut off when I heard him say something again, "Who knows? Do you think his boss is a man? No!.. His boss is a girl Jane.. He's cheating.. You barely did a thing with him and he's already cheating? Crazy right? Well because, You guys aren't meant to be!"

I was about to say something when he let go of my waist and made me face him. He pressed his lips onto mine! I pushed him but.. It didn't work. My eyes were open.. I didn't close it even for a second! I know he would think that I'm letting him do as he please when I do that so I won't!

I serached for a random thing beside me to help me escape but he held my hand as if reading my mind. When he let my lips go, 

"Wh-What are you doing!? Do you think I'll believe you!? My husband won't cheat on me!" 

"You really think so? Do you wanna know why you guys didn't have a proper wedding? Why he didn't kiss you even once?.. Why half of the money used to buy this house is mine?.. "

I gasped..

"What if.. He was married even before you're marriage? Huh.. What do you even know?.. You know nothing Jane.. He didn't tell you anything at all."

After saying that, He didn't waste any more second. He pinned me and kissed me again.. This time, I didn't know why I suddely give in. 

Is he telling me the truth or he just said that to fool me? To make me give up and just let me do as he please?... I was thinking so hard that I didn't notice that his hand is already traveling..

I didn't do anything.. Base on his expression right now, He's satisfied. He kissed my fore head.. my eye.. then my nose.. my lips then he kissed my neck. I felt his hands all over me.. But I didn't do anything.

He was about to take my shirt off when I realize that this was wrong!.. I pushed him.. I caught him off guard cause he probably think I just give up! But no! I can't let this happen!

Even if my husband is cheating or not.. I shouldn't give my self to other men! I opened the door but I was too late.. Daniel shut the door as soon as he realized it.

"You!... I know you want me to touch you.. Why are you running away!? You're so called husband isn't here.. He's out there with another woman so why not do the same!?" 

I slapped him.. "So what if he's with another woman!? Does that mean I should cheat too? No right? Cause if he's really doing a wrong thing then why would I do something wrong too that would worsen the condition!?"

"You're sick!" I shouted before forcing the door to open

I gasped for air.. I didn't know but I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. Daniel.. Didn't change at all.. He always thinks about revenge.. But I sometimes liked that but now! It's different!

I reached the living room, I sat down at the sofa and cried.. I opened the tv as if I'm watching a very sad movie so that if Denis were to come, We would just think that I'm crying because of the movie.

And then, I saw Daniel sit next to me.. I'm really a fool! 

"Jane.. I-.. I'm sorry.." He said

I knew he'll say sorry..  but I ignored him. I didn't look at him. This scenario happened before as well. He was so jealous and he grabbed me forcefully. He kissed me again and again without stopping but I didn't like it. The moment after that I slapped him then he said sorry..

"Jane.. Please talk to me.. I don't like it when you ignore me..  I'm really sorry. I know you already have a husband.. I won't try to do something anymore.. Just talk to me.. The way you did back then."

I stayed quiet.. After a while, I decided to talk, "What do you mean when you said.. That he didn't told me anything? That I don't know anything?.. And I remember Denis told me that you need a place to return to that's why half of the money he used to buy this house is from you."

"Oh?.. That's what he told you?.. Hhm.. I didn't expect my brother to betray me. Anyways, I don't think this is the right time for you to know everything since.. You'll only get hurt. Try falling in love with me again and I'll tell you everything. In that way, You won't get hurt that much if I tell you that truth.. Maybe.."

"By the way, In what time did brother say he'll return home?.. I won't do anything more to you.. so don't worry okay? I just missed you so bad... I'm being honest"

"Sigh... Your brother said he'll return in two hours.. "

"Let's watch a movie then.. " He said before going to the kitchen.

He came back with a bowl of pop corn on his hand and two bags of chips on his other hand. He placed it on the sofa and he went to the kitchen again. He came back holding two soft drinks in both of his hands.

"Do you remember? We used to watch movies like this.. Let me go get pillows and a blanket for a moment alright?" 

I watch him go to his room and.. He's still caring.. He and Denis are both caring. If I were to pick.. I would actually chose to be with Daniel but.. How can I? I just got married!

He came back with two pillows and a blanket.. We watched  a scary movie.. I big warm hand held my hand and I quickly snatched it

"You said you won't do anything!!"

"What's wrong with holding my sister-in-law's hand? It's you of who's thinking about something"

After a moment,  I fell asleep.

There's woman who married her ex- boyfriend's brother without knowing. The day she married the man of her life was the day when she found out that her husband's brother is her ex- boyfriend. The three of them lived in the same roof. Her husband goes to his work everyday while her ex stays at home. After knowing that his brother went to work and his ex is in the same roof, He made a move that he'll surely regret.

Eyes fixed while tongue poking out of the corner of the lips in utter concentration, I skim through the paragraph trying to figure out the words which seem alien to me. Our principal is sure some kind of demonic entity who gets pleasure from our horrible state, that's the reason why he chose to appoint me as the director of this year's school play which is on one of the most famous Disney movies "Beauty and the beast by Gabrielle-suzanne de Villeneuve". It's not that I haven't read the story before but I have to go through the script to make sure it's upto the mark.

Feeling my eyelids getting heavier, I finally decided to close the book and gave one last glance to the clock reading "4:30 am"... Jogging off to my bed and pulling over the duvet, I finally gave into my sleep.

I clenched my fists and the sudden urge of shoving a knife into someone's throat was on peak, the horrifying screech from my own vocals made me doubt whether I was really a human, but at this point it didn't really matter  as some kind of high pitched pop song rang into my ears.. Murder was the crime I was dying to commit today.

Shoving open the windows I glared at the stereo playing in the backyard of my beloved neighbour, note the sarcasm. 

A dry chuckle leaves my throat and I pull up my sleeves ready to shout at the culprit who dared to wake me up from my slumber at 6:00 am. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I shout at the delinquent who's fidgeting with a ball. Surprised he turns around and soon a grin etches on his lips which gets my blood boiling in nanoseconds. "The audacity" I mumble and continue glaring at him waiting patiently for a response. But nothing he returns to his work and decides to ignore me.

"Hey! Shut this up." I groan and his eyes meet mine again but this time he sighs and gives me his full attention.

"What if I don't?" He challenged and I breathe out a huff of air.

For god's sake I slept at freaking 4:30 am I need some sleep before I turn into a living zombie which apparently is not a thing, but it's exactly what I look like if I don't get enough sleep.

"Else I'll call the cops" the words are dripping with confidence but inside I was hoping he would listen.

"Call them"

The hell, he just did not say that. The glare hardens and we share a heated glaring contest, no one ready to back off first. Stab him was all on my mind. A sudden urge of ripping his ego and shoving it in his mouth was frustrating the daylight out of me.

"Just shut it or you'll regret it." I whinned. 

Thankfully he decided to turn it off. "Cry baby" the mumbling didn't go unnoticed and his figure retrieved into his own house while I glared at his back. 

____

Walking through the hallway I literally feel like a zombie. Sleeping after the whole incident was a long lost dream and attending school on such a day was a living nightmare. My lovely neighbour succeeded to ruin my day.

I looked in front and saw a familiar figure which never fails to put up a smile on my face just by its presence. Standing in front of him I look at his muscles tensed while his brows furrowed in confusion.

"What are you looking for?" I ask when his head snaps towards me and a bright smile appears on his face. Soon he hugs me tightly and I don't hesitate to respond back.

"Alex" he whispers in my hair and I hum in response. "I was looking for my physics textbook." He says while letting go of me. His lips are pulled outwards in a cute pout and I feel happy to call him mine.

"Karl, Your book is with me. Remember you gave me to hold it for you yesterday and by mistake I took it home" The sudden understanding on his face makes me chuckle.

"Yeah right babe" he replies and I return him back his book.

"Okay I'll leave now since I have a lot on my plate today." I sigh and he nods. "Take care babe and if anyone doesn't obey your commands, just tell me and I'll take care of him" He says and I grin in response. This is what I love about my boyfriend. It's been 1 year since we are together and everyone believes that we are inseparable and that's actually true. Everyone knows Karl Pearson and Alex Meadows are meant for eachother.

I take out my clipboard and the list of students with scripts from my locker and make my way towards art theatre where I'll have to spend my whole day auditioning students to assign them appropriate roles.

Making out the person leaning on the door leading to art theatre, I walk up to Ember Jennings. "Hey!" She greets me in a cherry voice once she notices me and grins while revealing her pearl white teeth. The red headed girl is utterly beautiful with her chin length hairs, piercing blue eyes, thin pink lips and pale skin. She can have all the boys drooling over her if she wants. 

"Morning Ember" I respond with a grin of my own. "What are you doing here?"

"Just came to see if you are okay after reading all that cliché fairy tale." She responds with flailing hands, exaggerating the statement just like I did when I found out I was the one directing the play. Well this is the reason why we are best friends.

"I am okay and you should leave before your lecture begins" I shove my watch in her face and her eyes widen in horror when she realises that only two minutes are left for her class to begin. She strides off and I shake my head at her carelessness.

___

It's been an hour approximately and still the assistant director hasn't made his grand entrance. The auditions will begin in 15 mins and there's no trace of him.

As if on cue, Principal Miller enters the theatre with his hands clasped together and chest buffing out in a proud manner. I stand up to regard him and bow when he stands in front of me. "Good morning sir"

"Morning Miss. Meadows" he spoke in his authoritative yet soft tone while a smile etched on his lips and eyes wrinkled with the impact. "You must be waiting for your assistant director?" He asks and I nod in return.  The man may seem strict with his buffing body and hairs jelled backwards with dark brown eyes which seems to be black, but in reality he is the most polite person you'll ever find. "Well unfortunately he had a fracture and is on bed rest. So I'll have to send his supplement." I hum in  understanding while he gives me a sad smile. "So Mr. Winters will assist you" I snap my head in the boys direction finally realising that he was standing here all this time. He has a smirk on his lips and I cringe. "No sir, it's okay I don't want an assistant." Not him for sure, I reasoned while he gave me a strict face which meant he'll not listen to me.

I sighed when the man left me alone with my worst nightmare,

Hayden Winters.
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LEO

I ran my fingers through the warm sand, scooping the grains into one cupped palm and then letting them pour into the other. My shoulders, normally somewhere near my ears with tension, eased downward with each rhythmic scoop. This was the best I'd felt in months, though I still didn't feel all that great.

With both hands I piled the sand into a little mountain in front of my knees then picked up the pencil and began to sketch an idea for a sculpture. With each pass of the pencil my muscles loosened. Maybe Palmira's warmth had been exactly what I needed to help erase the pain of Afghanist—

Oh, screw that. I was running. From my past and possibly, probably, something so hideous that I didn't want to even contemplate the consequences. 

My hand went instinctively to my beard, but my fingers found only the smooth skin of my chin. I'd shaved and cut my hair right after that night in the park, right before I packed my shit into the truck, strapped the Harley onto a trailer and hauled everything to Florida. 

My father's plans to open a bakery on Palmira had been well-timed, at least. Leaving the luxury of my family's Garden District mansion was for the best, even if it meant being alone with tortured thoughts for weeks. 

I preferred being nearly a thousand miles from everyone in Louisiana and their happy, well-adjusted, socialite families. I didn't need a reminder of how much shame I could potentially bring to my family name back in New Orleans. I'd wanted to annoy my old man, not ruin him.

Well, here I could zone out on the beach and no one would notice. Hell, I'd been doing it all afternoon as I moved sand around, stopping only to swim and float in the crystal-clear water.

At least that soothed my soul: the blue Gulf of Mexico. 

Something about hearing the ocean instead of city traffic—or worse, bomb blasts—made me nostalgic for that previous trip to Palmira five years ago. If only I could return to the past, to before joining the Marines, to before Afghanistan. 

I wanted to be the happy eighteen-year-old on a Florida beach on New Year's Eve again, kissing a beautiful girl without a care in the world. In the moments when I treated myself kindly, I almost allowed myself to believe I could reclaim that innocence.

The rest of the time, which was most days, I knew otherwise. I was too damaged and jaded to feel like that again. Too physically and mentally ruined.

Still, I had to try like hell not to think about that previous trip. Or Jessica. Memories of her had come roaring back when I first saw the island's tall palm trees and when I drove by her family's hotel. What had happened to her? Was she still here?

I smoothed the sand with my palms and patted it down, praying that an anxiety attack wasn't imminent. Those episodes always lurked in the shadows now that I'd gone off his medicine. Taking a deep breath, I filled my lungs with ocean air. Just breathe. That's what the therapist had told him. Breathe. I closed my eyes and sunshine touched my cheeks. Breathe and be in the moment.

The dual lilt of shorebirds and surf was interrupted by a sudden crunch of sand. My eyes flew open, and I saw a woman standing about six feet away. I froze, and a hum fluttered through my body.

Shock. Happiness. Sadness.

"Jess? Jessica Clarke?" It was as if my thoughts had summoned her to me. I immediately regretted my questioning tone. The last thing I wanted was for her to think I'd forgotten her. It was the very opposite.

She stared at me, her beautiful pink lips slightly parted. Did she not remember me? The idea cut through me. What we'd shared was incredible. Or so I'd thought. Deep down, I'd been hoping to run into her. And I'd wanted an amicable reunion at the very least. Was that possible?

With shaking legs, I rose and approached. I brushed sand off my thighs and noticed her mouth was set in a narrow, hard line.

"Hey. Wow. It's been a long time, Jess."

She took a step back. "Leo Villeneuve."

She was still so damned gorgeous. Her hair, which had been chin-length as a girl, now flowed over her shoulders in tawny-blonde curls. Somehow there was a lightness in my chest that hadn't been there moments before, and my mouth was suddenly dry. 

She was so scorchingly hot that it made me tongue-tied.

My eyes lingered on the soft curves of her breasts barely hidden under a shapeless pink T-shirt. She wore tight jean shorts, and it was difficult for me not to stare at her tan legs and remember how they'd tangled perfectly with mine. She'd filled out beautifully, too. Before, she'd complained about her body, but I'd always felt her ample curves were far sexier than any runway model's skinny frame. I wasn't a dog and didn't like bones. 

With her long, wild hair and flushed cheeks, Jess was my fantasy come to life. My mermaid girl.

I stopped myself from grunting with need like a caveman. Even though I'd been a Marine, deep down I was a southern gentleman. Or I wanted to be. Around her at least.

"Leo Villeneuve," she repeated. Her voice was flat. "I didn't think I'd actually lay eyes on you again in my lifetime."

I grinned, thinking I might as well be flirtatious to hide the anxiety lurking in my mind. No way would I let her see how nervous I really was—about everything. 

"Lucky for me you were wrong."

Leo is a wounded, tattooed Afghanistan war veteran who is trying to avoid his pain—and his past.

He returns to Florida, hoping to heal, but knows he's running from danger. On a sun-kissed beach he runs into Jessica, the one girl he's never forgotten. 

Their attraction for each other burns as hot as the summer sun, but Leo's got secrets he can't reveal. Because, if he does, he'll risk the one thing he can least afford to lose: Jessica's love.

'Forty percent alcohol.'
I gulped as I read the label of the very dear cognac that the flamboyant aristocrat Marcel de Villeneuve poured to me. How would I react to this beverage? While I am an expert at drinking hard liquors, I had not studied the adjectives associated with pricey cognacs. Thus, I was sweating from this challenge that lay ahead of me.
"Please tell me what you think about the flavour, Mr Pond." The eloquent Marcel asked with his prominent French accent.
I took a sip of the cognac, and I let it rest on my tongue for a while hoping for a suitable adjective to come up. My first thought was mouthwash, as the drink tasted rancid. Nothing else came to mind except for grapey and alcohol. I needed to come up with something so I could infiltrate the French aristocracy and unravel their plans to kill the Australian ambassador in Paris.
"I am sorry, but I haven't primed my palate for cognac. We don't drink much cognac in Australia." I admitted.
I took a deep breath. Would my reply reveal that I wasn't a third-generation aristocrat, condemned to live among the uncultured Australians?
Marcel smiled at me and replied: "That's okay, Mr Pond. I was worried that you were a spy, so I poured cheap supermarket brandy into a bottle of fine cognac. A proper spy would have remembered the taste notes for Jules Robin Vintage Cognac and tried to flatter me for its exquisite taste."
I smiled. While I felt hurt from Marcel's implication that I wasn't a very good agent, I had passed his initiation test, and thus disproved his claim.
"Perhaps now is the time to discuss how I can improve my fortune?" I suggested.
Hearing this, Marcel opened a drawer in his desk and brought out an old parchment, a feather, and a vial of ink. "Please write your name and your password at the bottom of the page." Marcel said.
I grabbed the feather and wrote: 'Jared Pond / l'escargot'.
Marcel smile, nodded, and pulled a fake book from a bookcase. This revealed a secret passageway to the basement below. I followed Marcel downstairs and I hoped to find a secret sex club filled with beautiful women. It was time for Jared Pond, the greatest agent Australia had ever seen, to shine.
Much to my dismay, there was no such thing. Instead, it was a small room where a few nobles wearing 18th-century outfits were drinking wine, playing cards, and eating frogs.
Marcel spoke to his co-conspirators. "L'escargot est arrivé. Voici le célèbre assassin Jared Pond. (The Snail has arrived. Behold the famous assassin, Jared Pond)"
I smiled and reflected over the oxymoron in calling me a famous assassin. If I was famous for killing people, why hadn't the authorities arrested me?
Another nobleman spoke: "Monsieur Pond. We need you to poison the Australian ambassador Jack Grant." 
"Why is that?" I asked. 
"Why do you want to know?" Marcel asked. 
"It's a hobby of mine to keep track of why I murder people. It gives meaning to the monotony." I replied.
"Putain Australien. (Fucking Australian)" Marcel mumbled, looked at the other nobleman, and spoke: "Phillippe. Please tell Monsieur Pond why Jack Grant needs to die. 
Phillippe nodded and replied. "Jack Grant want to convince your prime minister Scurry Morrisette to remove the Australian tariffs on Cognac. But we don't want to share our fine vintages with you uncouth barbarians. So, Jack must die." 
'So close.' I thought and worked hard to keep a serious and assassin-like face. "When and how would you like me to kill Jack Grant? I have different pricings for different methods." I stated 
"Kill him on Armistice Day, on the 11th of November 2018. Use a poisoned kangaroo pie as the weapon." Phillippe instructed.
"That can be arranged. My fee is $500,000. Pay half in advance into a cryptocurrency account." I replied.
Hearing my price, Phillippe turned to Marcel and spoke. "C'est trop cher, nous devrions choisir un assassin Russe à la place. (That's too expensive, we should pick a Russian assassin instead.)" 
"Aucun prix n'est trop élevé pour sauver notre cognac des Australiens! (No price is too high when it comes to saving our cognac from the Australians!)"
Marcel turned to me and spoke. "We agree to your terms. Now please leave. We cannot enjoy our classical music and our fine cognac in your presence."
I got up and left the room.

***
 
"Jared Pond you are my hero. I cannot believe that a conspiracy wanted to murder me for removing the tariffs on French cognac." Ambassador Jack Grant said and smiled at me as we met in the Australian embassy in Paris. 
"In the world we live in, no good deed goes unpunished. But at least we caught the conspirators in time." I replied. 
"Yes. God bless you, and God bless Australia." Jack said. 
"I am not a man of God. I am a man of the world." I stated.
Jack smiled and took out a bottle of Jules Robin Vintage Cognac and offered me a glass. I recalled the rancid taste of the beverage from my meeting with Marcel, so I used a white lie to get out of my predicament. "I am sorry, Ambassador Grant, but I don't drink while I am on duty." 
"Well, suit yourself." Ambassador Grant replied, poured himself a glass, and had a few sips.
I had an epiphany, Jules Robin Vintage Cognac retailed at $21000 a bottle, so how could the ambassador afford it? "Hmm, Ambassador Grant, where did you get that bottle?" I asked.
"Marcel Villeneuve gave it to me last Christmas, I have been saving it for a celebration because it is so expensive." Jack replied.
I realised that If Marcel had gifted Jack Grant the bottle, there was most likely poison in it. The reason the Escargot Conspiracy had hired me to kill Jack must have been because he had saved the bottle instead of drinking it. As Jack Grant collapsed to the floor, I knew that my deduction was correct. I had failed my mission and the ambassador was dead. On the flip side, my choice to stay sober while on the job had saved my life.
The end.

For 2021, I aiming to write 100 short stories. I will post them here, and they will be a mixture of genres and lenghts. 

Stories so far. 
1: The Dinner at Darkwood Mansion.
2: Keila halts the Terran drug smugglers in the year 2869.
3: Daydreaming in the shoe shop.

Ciel struggled against the chains holding him to the wall, but his bruised, weak arms did nothing. He pressed himself against the wall to get as far away from his "Uncle" as possible, eyes darting between his advancing and his mother's form in the corner, those pale blue eyes sparkling with insanity as she said, "Stop fighting, Ciel, darling. It only hurts more. Trust me. You told me you'd go to hell and back for me, right? Then just relax... and it will hurt less."
.
Ciel's eyes snapped open, the first thing he saw the blue sticky note telling him to check the stock and counter from Rosenblade. He sat up, looking first at the pile of finished documents, then the doors leading to President Jaeyline's office.
As Ciel yawned, he noticed a small, black coat had fallen off of him sometime in the night. He picked it up, realizing it was President Jaeyline's! She must have put it over him when she left the office late that night. He shook his head with a small smile on his face. That woman was going to catch a cold, and it was all because she to too kind for her own good.
The doors were pushed open and one of the female COOs rushed in. "Sir! Rosenblade's attack just arrived. What is your suggested retaliation?" 
"They're being more resistant that I thought they would be," Ciel replied, moving to drawers to the left of his desk in the wall. He opened one and pulled a crisp white shirt and suit jacket. He threw his own off and into a different drawer before slipping the clean clothes on. "Let's go. Tell me what they posted," he ordered, freeing his clipped hair and throwing it back into a long tail.
She stared at him for a long second before saying, "Yes!" and leading him to the screens filled with Rosenblade's comments. "There's a video, Sir, and it shows you in the car driving straight at one with Rosenblade members, and then the cliff. All three people in the car were sent to the hospital; one died last night."
"Good. Upload this and post it everywhere you can, everywhere they have theirs," Ciel said, handing her an SD card. "And you! Go outside with these and let the wind blow them away. The news will spread fast enough."
Ciel walked back to his desk, pulling a crystal jar of tea leaves, a Ginori tea cup and saucer, and a bowl of sugar. He used the coffee machine to produce hot water, putting two scoops of tea leaves into the strainer before lowering it into the water. He prepared the cup while the tea seeped, wetting the rim with clover honey and dusting it with sugar, putting two teaspoons of sugar in the cup before pouring in the tea, a White-Tip Earl Grey.
After Ciel put the supplies away, President Jaeyline walked into her office, red heels clicking on the marble. He waited three minutes before walking into the room, placing the tea on her desk as well as his finished files, organized by priority, then by date, then by alphabetical. He also placed her coat from the day before on the back of the chair.
"Flawless, as always," she said, flipping through the documents.
"I'll take my leave, President," said Ciel, bowing before leaving the room, setting into his own desk, sighing as he saw the stack of paperwork that had been placed there in his absence. He started organizing them, reviewing them, and filling them out, finishing within four hours. He took his laptop from his bag, opening it and the new itinerary for next year's new products.
"Ciel?"
"Yes, President Jaeyline?" he replied, continuing to type as he looked up.
"Are you prepared to tonight?" she asked.
"What's tonight?" he asked, confused.
"The Auction I invited you to weeks ago. It's required to have a partner, and I'd rather have someone who is more capable of protecting me than my father's personal bodyguards by my side instead of some idiot. You said you'd come; you even wrote it down in your planner."
Ciel frowned. "Did I? Let me check..." He looked in his bag, but the planner wasn't there. He checked all of the drawers, too, but it was like it had just vanished.
"Um, Ciel?"
He looked up, and she reached out, picking the black, spiral-bound planner from the wood surface.
"It was where you always put it. You're quite forgetful today. You were supposed to call Madame Seliger over an hour ago."
Ciel bit his lip, pulling on his hair. That dream had really screwed his system up. "Appologies, Miss Jaeyline. I'll review the day's schedule and preform the rest of my duties infallibly." He opened the planner and, right at the top in big letters were the words "AUCTION WITH MISS JAEYLINE". He pursed his lips. "I'll pick you up at nine. May I have the rest of the day off?"
She looked shocked. "Yes," she replied finally.
"I'll call Jullian to finish my duties for the day." He put his laptop and planner in his bag, standing. "Good day, Miss President."
"Nine?" she called.
He nodded, back to her. "Nine."
Ciel took a taxi home, loosening his tie as he breathed deeply. He unbuttoned his shirt three times, hand rubbing his throat. One reason he liked his industry was because of the formal attire. With a collared, cuffed shirt, nobody saw the thin, pale scars wrapping around Ciel's wrists and neck, pale scars made from restraints of iron chains.
.
Time passed, time that Ciel took to go to the hospital.
"You're throat seems to be healing nicely," Doctor Ishida said, smiling.
No matter now much he hated women, he refused to let a man be his doctor, for a man to lay a hand on him.
"Still take your medicine, and therapy, but your'e healing very well, given the... state you were in when you arrived here," she said. "Tip back your throat."
Ciel did as instructed and bit his lip to keep from jerking away as her hands felt his throat, but as her thumbs pressed slightly on his trachea, he slapped her hands away breathing heavily, needing to remind himself that her brown eyes could not shift into blue. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "That hurt, a bit."
Dr. Ishida nodded. "That's understandable, even five years later. What that woman did to you..."
"Is the appointment done?" Ciel asked, re-buttoning his shirt to cover the scars.
She handed him a slip of paper. "These are my instructions. Other than that... yes. Just make sure you get enough sleep, or you may collapse."
Ciel thanked her before walking out, past the desk where three nurses watched him pass with whispers.
"He's the one who immediately requested a female doctor."
"Some sort of pervert?"
"Why does he come in so often?"
"Is he in a relationship with Dr. Ishida?"
"That's enough of that," Ishida said, walking from the back rooms. "That poor boy's been through enough."
"Like?"
"Well... all I can say is the scars he bares around his throat and wrists were not easy to heal, because they were made by years of tearing skin and struggling against chains and a monster that wants to claim him even now."
They nodded in understanding, only one of them connecting the scars with the fact he wanted a female doctor, instead of a male one.
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Ciel received the text from Jaeyline three hours before he was due to pick her up, asking what colors he was wearing. He just shook his head, disbelievingly. Always with the clothes, women were. He sent back saying navy blue and silver, seconds later, a winking emoji he didn't quite trust flashing on his screen. He turned his phone off, closing the book he'd been reading.
Ciel stood from his bed and walked into the office, tossing the book in the trash. He sat down, opened his computer, and replied to emails sent from the company. But that could only keep him busy for so long, as Jullian was a good substitute for him and covered near-everything.
So he turned his computer off and grabbed the fabric buckles from his drawer, fastening them around his legs, going to the garage and picking up some of his favorite guns and holstering them in the straps the buckles provided
Ciel got in the car, a fancy BMW he rarely used, and drove to the range ten minutes away. He had the time. He'd get home with an hour to shower and change, then drive to her house. 
He pulled into the parking lot, and as he walked through the doors, Enda Markes ran up and threw his arms around Ciel.
"Oh, Ciel! It's so good to see you! You're even cuter than before!" he giggled, kissing Ciel's cheek.
Ciel pushed him off. "You never change. Still a fluttering Tranny, I see."
He tossed his long gold hair, fluttering his eyelashes, those brilliant, bright blue eyes staring straight at him.
No matter how much Ciel hated light blue, those sparkling sky eyes never reminded him of his mother, so he couldn't be disgusted. Enda was too feminine to trigger his touch-aversion for men, and still a guy, so he didn't make Ciel feel on edge, either.
"Is it really smart to wear a skirt to a shooting range?" Ciel asked, raising an eyebrow at the pretty silver and blue skirt and matching blouse and blue ribbons typing his hair up.
"Is it pretty?" Enda asked, twirling.
But Ciel was quick and turned around as the skirt lifted. He sighed. "You need to stop doing that. Not everyone is as chill with transvestites as I am, and this is a shooting range. One wrong move, and you'll get shot."
Enda wrapped himself around Ciel's arm, peering up at him with big, round arms, saying in a sweet voice, "But I have you to protect you, right, my sweet, adorable Ciel?"
Ciel rolled his eyes, pushing Enda's face away from his own. "Let's get to the range."
"And if I win?" Enda asked.
"You get one favor from me. If I win, then you have to pretend to be my female partner for a gala held by my... mother."
His attitude changed immediately to something darker. "When is it?" he asked.
Ciel sighed, "Three weeks."
"I'll do it anyway. Pick a different request," Enda said, pulling his Desert Eagle .50 from the folds of his  skirt, a bright silver color. He didn't need to stay subtle; his job was much more out in the open.
"No. I don't need you to pity me. I want to earn it," Ciel replied.
"Fine. If I win, you need to invite me to all of your... mother's parties and gatherings as your girlfriend.                                         If I lose, then I'll go with you to the party as your girlfriend."
Ciel gave him a withering glare, but it softened quickly. He turned to the doors to the range, but paused. He looked over his shoulder. "Targets, Airsoft, or 1v1? he asked.
"Let's do Airsoft. Denis his a special ops class he's teaching, so you take control of one team, I'll take another, Denis will take the third, and maybe we can get Jerry to take the forth."
"I'm in."
Ciel looked at the huge, buff African-American man walking up to them and raised an eyebrow. "You never join in, Jerry," he said.
"The Great Four are all here at the same time. I don't see the harm in determining which one of us is stronger," Jerry said, shrugging.
Ciel nodded and walked into the Woods Room, a real, mini forest that had been saved for the shooters to use as practice for real life scenarios. Forty-ish students turned their head to look at them as they walked in, Denis cutting one of his explanations short to say, "Well, it's been awhile, Ciel, Enda, Jerry."
Ciel put his back to the north, Enda the east, Jerry the south, and Denis the west, all of them facing each other, barely three feet away.
"It has been about a year," Ciel said, a small smile on his lips.
Enda giggled. "I just come whenever Ciel shows up!"
"I don't waste my time in dogfights," Jerry sneered, a large grin on his face.
"The Great Four..." The hiss traveled across the students, eyes wide.
Ciel judged the oldest was twenty-four, the youngest about seventeen. "They're old enough," he said in a soft, whispy voice, the voice he reserved for when he didn't have to shout orders at office workers, or seem like a confident, strong guard dog to the President. That was the voice he'd had until he had to change it. "Let's split them up into teams of four. Each of us will take a group, and whoever wins will get one favor from the others."
"I'm down with that," Jerry said.
"Fine," replied Denis.
"Sounds like fun!" Enda tittered.
"Then game on," Ciel said quietly.
"You! You're mine!" Jerry shouted, making the students jump as he grabbed a bulky boy with blonde hair.
Denis listed ten names, probably the ones who had the best testing scores.
"You look handsome! Come on." Enda's preferred method of chosing things was whether or not it was pretty or handsome.
The people that were left were twelve thin, beginning shooters.
Ciel looked them over, gauging each one's potential.
"You don't want us, do you, Sir?" one asked, looking like he was about to cry. "Because we're left, we're the worst ones here."
Ciel made sure the others were choosing equipment before gathering the twelve. "Listen," he whispered. "Just because you're not the best at shooting doesn't mean you're the worst. Believe it or not, but when I started shooting, I couldn't even lift up the gun. My body was a wreck, and I was told I would never be able to shoot like I wanted to. Look at me now. I'm one of the Great Four. What you lack in shooting skills we will make up in tactics and your speed. None of you are bulky, so you should all be very quick through his kind of terrain. I can tell all of you except this one have good balance," Ciel said, nodding to the smallest. "But you will be our sniper. Being small is good when needing to hide in tight spaces, and I assume that you have a very good eye, am I right?"
"Yes, Sir!" he replied eagerly. 
Ciel nodded. "Just because you're smaller and a bit weaker doesn't mean the others will win. Everyone has their specific talents. If we use them to our advantage, then we can win."
They were excited now, chattering about their different abilities, smiles on their faces and heads up in hope.
Their happiness was infectious, and Ciel couldn't help the gentle smile that lit up his face, or the graceful, gentle titter that slipped from his mouth.
Everyone froze, even the other groups and their leaders, the three of them gaping at him.
"So, the Stone finally breaks," Denis said, brows raised so high it appeared as if they vanished into his bangs. 
"You have such a cute laugh!" giggled Enda.
Ciel just shook his head, exasperated, before herding his team to the racks of guns. After handing one suited the best for each of them to them, he swung a rifle onto his back, checking the guns he'd brought.
Enda was the most flexible and foxy, Jerry was the strongest, Denis was the most calculating and panning, making them all tough enemies. But lucky for Ciel, he specialized in battlefield synesthesia and his speed. Together, they were the Great Four, but separate, they were some of the biggest names in the world. Denis as a Special Operations captain, Jerry as a military leader, Enda as an undercover assassin, and himself as a multi-skilled CEO, though he kept his name private whenever he accepted missions. Typically, they called him the Phantom, there and then gone without a trace.
The four stood at the cardinal directions again, shaking hands, before the game started.
They had one hour.
Game... start!
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Jaeyline Marques Cordelia - F - 31 years old
Likes - Ciel <3, sweet things, business trips in the sub-tropics, hibiscus flowers, long hair.
Dislikes - working without Ciel, hot weather, the color yellow, horror movies, vitamin supplements, coffee and tea not prepared by Ciel.
Strengths - worrying about many things at the same time, fashion style, guessing the next fashion trend, arranging hair.
Weaknesses - long work hours, intense workouts, Ciel looking her in the eyes, in unfamiliar territory, cute things.

Volume I: Ciel Michaelis x Jaeyline Cordeia
Ciel begins as Jaeyline's assistant, an extraordinary talent in his job. Jaeyline Cordelia starts as the President of LEO Corp. However, Ciel's past begins to stalk him once more, just when he believed he may be able to live a decent life. At the same time, Jaeyline fights her own issues, which, should she let her desires run rampant, could destroy both Ciel and herself, and everything she'd ever worked for.
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Volume II: Lanara vi Fiorielle x Yuuji Doran
Lanara is the young Chairwoman of a chain of hospitals, and she loves her job for one main reason: it's clean. Yuuji is a young genius psychologist working in the same hospital Lanara does, who is kind while also having a talent for deception. When Lanara meets Yuuji for the first time, he offers to help cure her mysophobia. Lanara doesn't trust Yuuji, and Yuuji has a different motive behind his help other than kindness.

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