Bachelor's Pad revolves around the men living on a five floor apartment (condo-type) building owned by Maki Frias, an elusive millionaire  living at the top floor (But the people living in there doesn’t know he's a millionaire except one. They just know that he's a recluse, with a genius of a brain when it comes to information technology). It is located at the heart of the city but not as noticeable as other residential  buildings.  The building looks normal on the outside but it is high-tech and modern on the inside with very tight security.  That’s why those who prefer extreme privacy and safety wants to live there.

But there is a catch. This building is exclusively for men only at ang pwede lang tumira doon ay iyong personal na nirekomenda ng isang residente ng building. Bawal din magpapasok ng babae sa building. That is because Maki Frias is said to be a woman hater that he doesn’t want any woman inside his building.  So when a man decides to live there, he must sign a contract that states that he abides that rule.  

But what if they fall in love?

"Why this school ?"
   Iris the daughter of Dave legend was to go to an assigned academy by her fathers orders. She never really like being in school she was happy at home in her family hotel with home tutors. 
"Please cupcake,it will make your dad happy and I'll make sure you get double allowance and a new assistant ". Mrs legend said because she really didn't want anything to interrupt her sun bath. Cupcake aka Iris got whatever she wanted like that Lamborghini during Christmas so It wasn't a shocker she didn't complain about the school.
  "What's wrong with my assistant?" Cupcake replied dropping her phone on the beach bed and giving her mum a stare, apart from Iris there was only one other child King and he already was married in a foreign land so there's only one person she could talk to ,her assistant Kimberly or Kim .
   "Nothing it was all part of the bribing process". Her mom replied putting on her sunglasses and giving her a fake smile.
     "Fine but on one condition , I go shopping now and you pay deal?" She would never make this kind of deal with her father ,he was a man of One word and Wealth and he wouldn't give a damn her opinion.
     "Sure but only three designers ?" Her mom was willing to do anything for peace and her daughter.Especially since her daughter will be going the day after tomorrow. 
      "Thanks mom see you in an hour" she took the elevator to the 14th floor and when she stepped out all workers and employers went bowing with greetings. She did reply as she wasn't that spoilt.
    "Kim get the Lambo ready ,we're going shopping." Cupcake said ,she was talking to a woman in her early twenties standing beside her holding a red digital writing pad in her hand she was wearing an all black body suit complimented with red high boots . Every one working for Iris wore that.
"So are you going to the school?" Kim said in the mood for a story.She was cupcake's living diary,she had to know.
   " Yes I am but it wasn't free,it cost her three designers ". She replied sounding pleased with her self . She was very sly.
    "I'm not surprised cupcake, I guessed it though " Kim said extending her hand to open the door for her after she hopped in herself.
  " Let's go shopping!! "Cupcake screamed pressing the engine with her white boots. She didn't even care who heard her it was their hotel wasn't it ?
"Tell me you'll not do anything stupid when you go to that school right ?" Kim asked a little bothered ,Cupcake had a habit of partying ,Saying what ever she wanted without a care for who listened.
"I can't promise yet but you will be there to guide me you know"  Cupcake replied stealing a glance at Kim and lifting a side of her tiny lips,actually Kim didn't know she was coming she had never heard of such a school where their personal assistants could be there.
  " Well isn't this gonna suck for both of us heh ?" Kim asked a little disappointed going to school again ,like the first time wasn't enough.
Lambo : Short for Lamborghini.

What happens when a rich royal wannabe steals a royal heart?

"Reason, logic, and deduction. I am convinced these intangible qualities are what I need to succeed. The things I need to survive past this.

"So calm down. It's OK. How hard can it be? Let's think about this. Take it step-by-step and go through the question again: 'If two of five cups are finished in a quarter of an hour, how many more cups will be used in a third of this time?'"

A: 5, B: 3, C: 1, D: None of the above

"Argh, this makes no sense! What logic? What deduction? Is the question even reasonable?"

Once upon a time, Peter Dovic was talking to himself again. Peter was now an old man. Being less harsh you could call him a well-aged man. Or as he called himself, a mature man. He was soon clocking forty and could be said to have just peaked the prime of his life. At this age, we are advised to maximize our social capital, solidify our investments and plan towards a steady early retirement at 50. Risking starting from scratch right now is not advised. All the same, Peter was duped into reinventing himself. As the sucker he was, he fell for it.

He was convinced to do two of the most dangerous things, hurt his brain by thinking and hurt his body by exercising. This led to his current predicament of attempting this 15 minute - 40 question IQ test. He was confident that he had answered no less than two correctly and was currently on the twelfth one. He was sweating profusely. On top of that, he felt suffocated and was taking deep breathes to try and calm himself. He was sitting in writing pad chair cramped in a whitewashed room small enough to be a closet. In fact, it was a closet. He looked at the countdown on his digital watch. It read 03:31, it looked like he would not make it through again.

"I'm coming out of the closet!", Peter screeched as he bolted upright and bust through the door into the sitting room then collapsed on the sofa.

"That's telling. Hmm, two minutes. That's worse than last time.", a slightly hoarse voice replied from the adjacent room.

"Not two minutes three. Three. Three and fifty seconds! That's almost four minutes. Four minutes OK!?". Peter rebutted breathlessly in between his heavy panting while trying to flash his watch.

"Hur, Hur. If I say its two then it's two. Funny you think four is anything.", came the reply following which an old man walked in from the kitchen holding a steaming mug in each hand.

"Stingy old man.", Peter murmured as he glared at him through the corner of his eyes.

"Beg your pardon?", the old man asked in a slow and threatening tone.

"No. Nothing."

"What nothing? Repeat what you said."

"Said sti..illy old men. Ok, silly of me.", Peter stammered out as he scratched the top of his head.

"Good, now drink up it will help you go longer.", the old man nodded approvingly as he shoved a mug in front of his face.

The odoriferous smell from all those blended vegetables immediately hit his brain. He cringed at the memory of horrific taste he experienced when he had to chug it down in the morning.

"Isn't one a day the recommended amount?", he muttered in a whimper.

"What? Don't you want to be like the sata man from the comic books?", the old asked back with a raised eyebrows and a smile.

"What sata man? It's Saitama, Saitama, OK!", replied as he frowned brows. "And it's manga, not comic books.", Peter rebutted. In Peter's eyes, the smile looked extremely nefarious and very much like those degenerates would give to a child as they presented their lollipops.

"Yes, yes just as you said. Drink up then do the 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats and 10 km run then you will be invincible. Hur, Hur.", the old man replied as he repeatedly nodded. "Plus one for me and one for you. You wouldn't chicken out of doing this with old me, right?", he continued.

Peter finished drinking down the mug as he glared at the old man's smile. He could swear this old guy had lollipop experience. The old man was Bito Smithson, a former cadet training officer. More importantly, he was a white-bearded old man. You know 'that' white-bearded old man? You had to listen to these guys to amaze the world in a single feat, right? This was the hero flag, right? It was not a senile old man playing a prank on him, right?

As Peter was lost in thought, Bito exchanged the empty mug Peter was holding with the full one then commanded, "Good, now drink."

Peter first froze in a daze then replied, "What do you mean drink? I just finished. This is yours!"

The smile was wiped off Bito's face as he replied with a deadpan expression, "Hmm. I'll have no tricks from you, look mine is empty yours is full. Drink."

Peter was flabbergasted. Was this the legendary thick-faced shameless? Or short-term memory loss? Was he going senile? Oh no! It really was a senile old man!

Those that live to fight another day,
They run and hide when the strong play.
Think they are silly and have no drive to portray?
But have you ever wondered what they say?

"The weak will not always fade away!"
"They burn slowly not brightly on display!"
"I laugh at you thoughts, I've no dismay!"
"I will prove I am iron and not clay!"

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First time author. I'm attempting a different 'flavor' that I hope you'll find enjoyable.

*Knock knock*     *knock knock* 

"She is not opening the door" Raina was knocking on the door more than 3-6 minutes still no one responded from inside.

"Looks like today, we will be late again" She said worriedly. 
"Is she alive or not?" Nelson angrily said "why she is not responding?"
"I am thinking about it, too. Is she hate us?" Raina dissapointly said and these words also made heartbroken Nelson because she is their favourite childhood friend. 

when that place in silence by Raina's words suddenly the door opened and they looked at the side of the door curious about who opened it. 

"Hey, kids" A deep male voice came. 

Raina and Nelson looked at that man for few seconds and recognize who he is "Ohh grandpa!!" they both said at the same time. 

It was alisha's grandpa who just opened the door. He giggled and said "So you still remember me" 
"When did you came from USA?" Raina asked in shock.
"Yeah, Alisha didn't say anything about your homecoming" Nelson said. 
Grandpa laughed "Hahahah....I have such a cruel granddaughter." he went for a trip with his assistant in USA for his new painting called 'black diamond' he paint it soo real that no other expert painter can't make it even in new technology who draw in digital drawing pad. He was also awarded by his great work.

Raina and Nelson agreed by grandpa's daughter. Alisha is really cruel to everyone. 

"oh no... I totally forgot!!" Raina suddenly realized that she forgot something to ask grandpa "Grandpa!!" she begun "where is alisha!!."

Nelson also realized that they are late for the school "Oh yeah!! can you call Alisha? or else we will be late for school."

"Ali?" grandpa questioned to confirm, are they talking about her?

"Yeah" They both suspicious by this kind of expression of grandpa "Why?" Raina asked.

Grandpa smirk and said "She already gone to school in the morning."
"What!!?" they both Raina and Nelson opened their eyes widely. 
"Why didn't sh-" 
"it's not time to fight, we shall be late" raina couldn't complete her sentence because when she try to find the explanation from Alisha's grandpa, Nelson took a glance at his wrist watch. He saw that only 20 minutes left to close the gate of the school so he grab Raina's hand and ran to the way of school.

"I WILL KILL YOU ALISHA!!!" Raina shouted loudly when Nelson pulling her hand continuously.
"Just shut up!!" Nelson was really in anger, he was irritated by her but the problem is not about alisha that why she didn't let them know before leaving the main problem is how they manage to get in if they were late for school. 
As we all know, school is a horrible place for us. 

At the same time, Alisha sneezed and thought inwardly 'Is someone cursing me behind my back' she sit on her seat writing some undone homework and also Wenny who sat beside her asking some questions that she doesn't understand in math. 

"Hey, Alisha I don't understand this question please solve it" Wenny intrupted when Alisha was thinking about something. 

She got annoyed by that short-red hair little girl "Do it yourself" she shortly said.
"Huh,  aren't we friends?" Wenny let her head down pretending that she is sad by Alisha's word. But we all know that alisha is like a monster so she already recognized that the short-red hair girl fooling her.

Wenny already asked six very simple questions and Alisha also told her some tricks and some simple formulas that really easy to remember but still she keep asking questions. Anyone can get mad at her. 

'Stupid girl' Alisha said inwardly then she sighed and saw that wenny still pretending that she is mad at her but the alisha was the one that who mad at her. 

She leaned forward on her desk and took his elbow on it then made her palm open to hold her head for support "Short-red hair...." She softy stare at her with her ocean blue eyes and begun "You are really smart, really reasonable" she quite after saying that because she was thinking which word is good for complement. She never praised anyone weather how much the other try.

But she have to praising Wenny with no reason because she is planning to trick her 
"Everyone likes you,  I am glad to be a friend of your" she was continuously praising but inwardly cursing her 'Damn you idiot, fool, stupid.' 

And Wenny was keep blushing by her words. She covered her face with her palms and said happily "Oh...stop it alisha, stop it." she shaked her when she told her to stop.

RING....RING...RING...
The school bell ringed,  now it is time to start the class. The class rep enter the class and announced "Everyone please keep silent and take your seats" after saying that everyone got their seat and also the class rep went to his seat
A class rep take care of the class and keep records of the absent or present students. He/she also complain some bad manners to the teacher about the students who doesn't listen to them and have a meeting to all section of the same class to make it easy for the teachers.

Alisha stared at Wenny who is still blushing about alisha's some compliments to her. Looks she didn't heard the ring of the bell. 
Alisha snicked and said with dark aura around her "If you're really that smart then do your math homework by yourself and also some of my undone classwork" she threw her notebooks on wenny's desk and sit straight on her seat.
Wenny now understand that alisha compliment  her to trick her she didn't believe that this monster also trick anyone. "Hey...."

"Good morning, teacher" Wenny stop midair because at that time, the teacher enter the class and everyone stood up to wish the teacher 'Huh, when the bell ringed?' Wenny questioned inwardly then she realized that it is alisha's fault. Wennt turned her head to Alisha and again try to say something but the scolded her because she saw that wenny still sat on her seat while everyone wishing the teacher. 
 "I am sorry teacher, I promise I won't do this again" 
"Hmph, let's start the class"

Wenny felt very embarrass about it. She took a glance at Alisha and she saw that alisha is smirking devily and thats made Wenny angrier also a little embarrassed that how this monster fool her.

'I WILL KILL YOU,  ALISHA' Wenny cursed her inwardly and take out some books and notebooks from her bag to begin with lessons.

If we don't joke or do pranks with friends. There is no meaning of friendship and live a schoollife, Everyone knows that schoollife is the precious thing in our whole life because we never get funny, stupid, idiot, bossy and smart persons anywhere except school.

I LOVE MY SCHOOL AND I MISS MY STUPID FRIENDS.

LOVE YOU ALL
                                                                  END

Hey... my name is alisha the female lead of this story. And I like to share some of my past with the readers, you will find if you read it. And I also had loved someone but now it become to hate.


Hope you will enjoy the story

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Extinction is near. The end is close for the Legendary Snow Elves.
Nords, took their land and a mass massacre followed.
The remaining survivors spread in small camps, hidding in the woods, in ruins or caves.
Just for some of them to meet a bitter end from the monsters who called those places their home.



But. Yet there is hope.
In this first Era of Tamriel, in the year 420. A Hero arose.
Dovakhiin. A Snow Elf that can speak the language of Dragons. Such raw power, able to turn the tides in battle and able to bring end to his own kind as well. A careful approach is mandatory without doubt.
Such power, can stop the Nordic revolution.
Such power can help the remaining Snow Elves build a hidden base and repopulate without fatal circumstances. To grow,  To overcome, or even to take back their land.
Will they be sucessful or will they completely banish from existence?
Only one way to find out.





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Chapter Length: 1000 Words.
(Worth nothing that my Update rate here is slower because i have a 28 times a week goal at my other book, ELECTUS.)

Hello everyone. I'm here to inform you that 3 of my book series are available in Amazon Kindle already. I put in 4-8 hours a day into writing, working on multiple series. Financial support is of course always helpful at such a dedicated writing journey, so i can bring you more content like this, even quicker.

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Eric's hands dug in a Black Wolf's chest for the sake of self defense, a Fireball howled from his palms after out of pure fear, splitting the Wolf in half! That's where his Destiny began!

Fire? Ice? What's one magic when Eric as the Electus can use all 8? At the end of the day, what is magic? Is it really magic? Do Demons have anything to do with this?

Continent of Ignis! Going through racial cleansing, land wars, an economical collapse too! But it's still nothing compared to the "Peaceful" Demons who want Ignis and the rest of the 13 Continents gone, tearing their way through everything to achieve their goal!

Eric, is the only being powerful enough to put an end to this madness!






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After English class was over, I waited until almost everybody except the two nice people I met earlier left the classroom before gathering my things, and making my way to my next class. 

    After most of the class had gone, I got out of my seat and started gathering my books. As I stuffed my navy-blue sketch pad into my backpack, I began to remember the day it was given to me. It was before I had started school. Before my parents started wishing I had never been born….. Before I stopped speaking. 

    It was my fourth birthday when I recieved my sketch pad. I had so many presents, but the one that stuck out to me most was a medium sized box neatly wrapped in light-purple wrapping-paper, and topped with a silver bow. Back then light purple was my favorite color. And silver things fascinated me.

    "Which present do you want first princess lamia?" My father asked, in an affectinat tone. 

    I immediately pointed to the present I had been eyeing. I always loved drawing and coloring, so it was no suprise that my parents had gotten me the sketch pad I had been asking for all year long.

    "Thank you Mommy and Daddy!" I cried out, almost to the point of tears. 

    "Oh baby girl, your welcome. Mommy and Daddy love you so much!" My parents said in unison. 
    
     That was one of my favorite memories. But that memory brought me more pain then any other memory I had. It reminded me of how things were before I started school. My parents loved me then, and it hurt me deeply to know that if I would have been more like my sister my parents would still love me. 
    
     Suddenly I saw Malachi's hand reach and grab one of my books and place it in my backpack. This pulled me out of my happy yet painful memory. Following shortly after Malachi's hand, another hand, the hand of my protector, as she had proven to be grabbed one of my books and placed it in my backpack. 


   "Sorry I didn't get to introduce myself before Lamia. My name is Melanie Smith, it's very nice to meet you. And as you already know, thanks to his late entry, this is my friend Malachi." She said, then looking at Malachi stuck her tongue out at him.


   Malachi's quickly sprang from his mouth. 


    "At least I didn't trip, crash into a desk, spill a young ladies drink on her, and headbutt her while trying to pick up her books the first day I came to school. Like someone I know." 

     Melanie stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes in response.


   "So Lamia, are you on the messaging app Propsite? If you are, I can message you when we are not at school. And if we ever get teamed up for an assignment, we can work on it while we are at our houses."  

   Melanie asked, with such excitement you'd think I had just promised to give her a puppy. 

     
    "For your sake Lamia, I will try my best to make sure you are never stuck working with her." Malachi said, looking at Melanie while sticking his tongue out. 


    As I watched Malachi and Melanie pick on each other, I realized I hadn't laughed this much in a very long time. 

  
   "No, b-but I don't mind d-downloading it on my ph-phone." I answered, laughing slightly and trying my best not to stutter. 

  
    "OK. That sounds great, I'll write down my information so you can contact me when you download it." Melanie responded, as she took a piece of paper and a pen from her backpack.. 

    After writing down her information, she handed the pen to Malachi. 

 
    "Malachi you have Propsite too, right?" She inquired, with a mischievous grin on her face. I had the feeling she was up to something, but I wasn't sure what it was yet.


     "Yes, I do. I'll write my information down for you as well Lamia. You may contact me whenever you like." He said softly, not taking his eyes off me until he  grabbed the pen from Melanie's hand. 

     
     "T-thank you M-Malachi." I stuttered. 


    It was embarrassing to stutter, but even more when in front of Malachi. It seemed as though the room had been turned into a huge oven, it was so hot.        

    
     With a little bit of a giggle, he looked up at me with his beautiful eyes. "No problem." 

 
      I couldn't help but blush when I thought of how silly I must have sounded to both of them. It's not easy making a good first impression when you stutter like Porky the Pig.


     "Welp, I better get to Math class." With a groan, Melanie ran to her locker and on to Math class. 


      There I was, in the English room with the most handsome boy in the whole class. I felt as though I was melting. 

 
      "So, where did you go to school before this?" He asked, still writing down his information. 

  
      "M-Maryville city S-school." I replied slowly, in an atempt to avoid stuttering. 


      "How did you like it there?" He asked, still writing down his information for me.

   
      As his questioning went on, I began to feel less nervous. I was still stuttering a little but not near as much as I had been. Malachi seemed to have a way of calming my nerves, just as Melanie did, but in a more quiet way.


     "It was nice, b-but loud." I said, looking at his eyes, which seemed glued to the piece of paper he was writing on.

    
      As he finished writing, he gave me the piece of paper he had been writing on, and went to his desk to grab his own backpack. 

         
      "Well, since we have the same class next, do you want to walk with me to my locker? Then we will make our way to class." 

    
       I was so happy he asked me, nobody at my last school ever wanted anything to do with me cause I was the weird quiet girl. Without giving it a second thought, I grabbed my backpack and with a stutter accepted his invitation to walk with him. 


The first days in his new home were long and difficult for Timothy.  No one would tell him when he could go home and eventually; he stopped asking.  The house he lived in was very odd to him.  People would come into the shop and often comment on how old things were and say things like "can you believe people once used things like this?" and "How did people survive before modern conveniences?"  To Timothy things like a record player or toaster were wondrous.  Yet the only room that held any interest for him was the library in a small area in the back of the shop.  It was a cramped space with a chipped and stained tile floor.  It did have a couple of small windows that provided some daylight, but with a dozen old bookshelves, some wood, some metal, all mismatched, the room felt dark and always required the light of the bare bulb that hung from the center of the ceiling.  A single metal chair with worn vinyl padding took up a space between two shelving units in the back of the room.  That became his spot.  Books were the only things his new world seemed to have in common with the old, even though most people that came in the shop had very little interest in them.  
For the first six months, a tutor and a therapist would come to their home and work with Timothy to help him learn the language, evaluate his education level and help him adjust to his new life.  He never resisted their efforts, but it took him weeks to want to try and learn.  That day came on a Sunday afternoon when he was able to spend time in the library by himself.  He had just finished reading a book with his translator and started looking for another one.  He would hold the pad up over the spines of the books to read the titles to make his selection.  When he came to one that didn't translate, he pulled the pad away and to his surprise the words on the book spine were in his language.  As he pulled it off the shelf, he realized that some of the words were familiar and others were not.  He opened the book and tried the read it, but only some of the words looked right, and others were spelled differently than he remembered.  Switching the translator to audio mode, he took the book and found his aunt who was making lunch in the kitchen for them.
"Aunt Vickie?  What is this book?"  He asked holding it out to her.
"Well, let's see," she said, happy he was starting to warm up to her a little more.  She took the book, sat down at the small kitchen table and put on her reading glasses.  Timothy grinned as he never saw anyone wear glasses before and he thought they were silly.  "I know they make me look like an old lady, but I have to wait until I'm done with my cancer medication before I can get my eyes adjusted again.  So, this book.  I think it came in with that estate sale I bought up last year.  It looks like it's a collection of old Celtic poems and stories."
"What's Celtic?" Timothy asked.
"Well, it's a language that was once spoken by the ancestors of the Scottish and Irish peoples.  As a matter of a fact that is where our family came from originally.  O'Hara is an Irish name.  We have several ancestors that came from Ireland and some from Scotland.   
Timothy had been told that his father came from the "old world," but he never knew that his father's family came from the same place the old world village came from that he had learned about in school.  The idea excited him as it was a connection with where he came from.  "I want to read this," he said.
Vickie smiled and retrieved the school pad they were using to teach him English.  "You can use this to look up words, even these words.  It will show you the English version, and then you can use your translator to know what it is."  She typed the first word in the book into the pad, and the English translation came up.  She then wrote the word by hand on a digital notepad and had Timothy hold his translator over it.  Vickie knew she could have shown him how to reset his translator to do everything at once, but she wanted it to become an exercise in practicing his English.  
The boy didn't question the process.  He eagerly looked up each word, wrote it out and then translated it again.  In about 20 minutes he had the first poem completed, and his lip quivered.  Vickie looked over his shoulder and read the first passage.  "Little Bird!  O little bird!  I wonder at what thou doest, Thou singing merrily far from me, I in sadness all alone.  That's pretty, but a little dark."
The boy lunged at her and wrapped his arms around her waist, sobbing and shouting, "I want my Mother!  I want my Mother!"
Vickie put her arms around the boy and said, "I know Honey.  I wish she could be here with you, but you know she can't."  She knelt down and rubbed some of his tears off of his face.  "You know, my Dad used to tell me that people are never truly gone if we make a point to remember them.  And we remember people better when we talk about them.  Can you tell me something nice about your Mother?"
Timothy pointed to the book.
"Okay, what about the book, your Mother liked books?"
"She told me that poem," he said with his chin nearly on his chest.
"She told you this poem?"
He nodded.
Vickie remembered something about what Roy said to her about the people of New Terra.  He was recuperating aboard a hospital ship when he called her through a vid-link.  That was the last time she talked to her before he violated the quarantine and when back to the planet.  During their conversations, he tried to describe his experience to her.  He told her that the people of New Terra where descendants of Scottish people kidnapped by the Serkin for slave labor centuries ago, but she didn't think much about it at the time, as she was more concerned about his health than the details of the place he was trapped on.  Now she wished she had asked Roy more about that world before he had abandoned his life to return to it.  She sat back down at the table and turned the page of the book.  Gently she pulled Timothy onto her lap and used his computer to translate it for her.  She then read to Timothy, the translator changing her words to his language and they spent the afternoon exploring their shared history.  





Author:
Matthew O. Duncan is part of the resurgence of Old School Sci-fi.  His books are a mix of Military Sci-fi, Fantasy, Romance, and Mystery weaved together with non-stop action.  Matt started his writing career as a playwright. He won a number of awards and had his plays produced on local stages.  He put his pen down in the late ’90s but picked it up again in 2011.

O’Hara never wanted to be a hero. He was a combat pilot only because his skills made him the best and Earth needed men like him to fight the enemy amongst the stars. Living a life a service and duty, alone in a cockpit suited him well, but fate had other plans for him. Shot down over an alien planet he was saved by a beautiful and mysterious woman named Katreena. He soon learns that the world is populated by people who seemed to have been lost by time and controlled by stones that the people believe to be divine magic. Wanting only to return to his fleet, he discovers that he has more than a passing connection with the world’s people, a love that resurrects a heart long thought dead and a decisive battle to the war that followed him.

Jane wakes up in unfamiliar place, she's sleeping in a very comfortable bed that she automatically fell for. Her eyes suddenly looks to her right side, Jane gasp when she saw a man sleeping next to her, she can't scream, Jane quickly look for something to stab the man next to her, and the only hard thing that on her side is a pair of slippers, she picked it up, and began beating the man using slippers. 

Jin forcefully open his eyes, The room was silent, but he felt something on his arm, something that stabbing him. When he look, the girl he doesn't know was beating him hard. Funny, his arms and body is like a rock. He takes the slipper on the girls hand and the girl suddenly stands up, and walks far away from him with a scared expression. 

Jane feels scared but somehow safe, she doesn't know why. The man that sleep besides him also stand up and head to a door. The man do anything to open the door but failed. Jane knees started to tremble. Why is she with a man? She looks at the man that's saying something but she doesn't have any idea what is he talking about. Jane stared at the man confused. 

Jin looks at the girl, woman rather. He knew that he saw this woman somewhere. 

"Do I know you?"He asked but the woman just stares at him. "Hey! I'm talking to you." He said,again, but the woman just stares at him. "Hey are you deaf?!" He asked, once again, the woman continues to stare at him. He roam his eyes around the room and that's when he saw a letter in his side, he picked it up and started reading. 

-Hey Jin! Take care of my future daughter in law! You know that she can't hear right? Don't be stupid okay? Talk to her using those paper pad and pen that I put inside your desk. Don't worry I'll take care of the company well. And oh! Don't make babies yet okay?! I want you two to be married first before making my grandchildreenssssss. All you have to do is to get to know each other, alright my cold son? And when you both get along well, I'll personally open the door for the both of you. Ciao my son.

-Love, your Handsome father. 

Jin was about to crample the paper but stop when he sees that there's still something written on it. 

-Don't even dare to escape! I'm a STONE remember? You can't escape there. 

-I put some cctv on the room, don't make babies if you don't want me and Gaston to watch it live okay? 

Jin crampled the paper and throw it somewhere, Gaston! That stupid brat! 'Why is my father acting so childish?!' He said to himself. I'll both make them pay. 

Jane keeps walking back and forth, completely ignoring the man. She keeps thinking of her family, they must be worried sick. She also feels scared. Who wouldn't be scared if she's with some human being alone in this room? She stares at the desk that is on her side, she sees a white paper that seems to be a letter, she pickep it up and reads.

- To my future daughter in law, Hi there Jane, I'm your future dad, My name's Jack Andrew Stones, Today you're with my son named Jin Stones, if you're with someone that's ugly, that's not my son! Maybe my assistant matteo betrayed me! 

Anyway, I'm sorry if I scared you. I know that you're scared of humans, but don't worry, my son is not the type of person to be afraid of. He's totally a kind hearted man, you can feel it when you two get along with each other. 

I know that you love to read novels! Do you know about 'arranged marriage'? If yes, then I'm sorry but you are destined to marry my son Jin. It's an agreement between Merzmé and Stones, Your parents must be afraid to loose you so they don't want to fulfill the will of their late parents. I hope you'll understand me Jane. I'm sorry. I just want to get done what should be done. 

-From your future dad, Jack Andrew Stones. 

-My son is nice. Please trust me. 

Jane just sigh and put the letter back to her desk, she also saw some paper pad and a pen in her desk. Jane swallowed her own fear and decided to believe the man named Jack Andrew Stones words. She roam her eyes around the room, the room is big, it also has a mini kitchen in the corner, it has closets, comfort room, it's like the room is really made for them to get to know each other, who will kidnapped you and put you in this place right?  Jane started writing something in her pad, and when she finish writing she shows it to the man named Jin. 

'Who are you?' Jane asked through the paper,even though she already know what's his name. Jane gets surprised when the man named Jin get his own pad and write something. 

'Jin Stones, and you?" Jin replies. Jane smiles while looking at jin, he doesn't look like a bad person for her. 

'Jane Merzmé' she wrote back. Jin nods and They both look at each others eyes and laugh when they had no idea what to write next. 

Jane keeps thinking what to ask next and decided to write this. 

'How old are you?' Jin reads it first before writing his answers. 

'23, you?' Jin answers. 

'18'Jane wrote backs. They both nod to each other and smiles. 

Jay is furious as hell when he entered the company of Mr stones. When he arrived at his office the assistant of Mr stone matteo stops him. He looks at the assistant like he was about to kill him, matteo bows his head and surprisingly Mr stone let him in. Matteo opened the door for him. 

"WHAT THE HELL MR STONE?! DID YOU KIDNAPPED MY DAUGHTER?!"He shouted. Mr stone just smiles and put his arms on his own Chest. 

"Yes. I Did. And what's the problem with that Mr Merzmé?" He asked calmly while Jay is fuming mad as hell. 

"You know that my daughter is afraid of humans right?!" 

"I assure you that my son is a kind hearted human being." Mr stone said surely. 

"Where's my daughter?" Jay asked calmly, Jay knew that he can't do anything against Mr stone, he also knew that Mr stone is also a kind hearted person. 

"Well, she's safe. And here's my proof." Mr stone said, and turn his laptop on Jay to see. 

Jay freezes when he saw his daughter smiling and laughing through the screen. 'She doesn't smile like that, she looks so happy.' He said to himself. 

"As you can see Mr Merzmé, I put a cctv in the room that I locked them in, so I can have the updates of what's going on with them." Mr stone said. Jay just nods and smiles. 

His daughter seems to enjoy the company of Mr Jin Stone.

After so many years of being deaf, Jane Merzmé doesn't expect to be loved by someone. 

She keeps asking herself, why would a perfect man would fall for a deaf person like her?  

Jane Merzmé is scared to get out of her house, thinking that people may bully her for being deaf,  I mean if you're deaf that's not a problem,  The only problem is the people around you, thinking that you don't belong to this world because you're not normal. Jane suffered, and scared of seeing humans again, Jane is a human, she just thinks that she isn't, because she's deaf. 

And one day, when her life was useless and unworthy, The destiny decided to let her meet the one who'll shine and let her believe that she deserves the world and the world deserves her.

What happens when an ordinary university student runs into a cute, coquettish little fox? What if the little fox is actually a Cultivator? What future awaits the university student after this fateful meeting? Is he heading towards the path of doom? Or is he heading towards ultimate greatness? Read on to find out! Join us and let us embark on an epic journey where we follow the twists and turns of this human-animal... *cough*... human-demon love story.

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