Penulis : Fuyuhara Patora
Ilustrator : Usatsuka Eiji
Penerjemah : Lumia
Editor : Lumia 
PDF : Lumia
http://uebu-novel.blogspot.co.id/

Okay so the Illustration is complete I updated the book cover on royalroad.com scribblehub.com and webnovel.com, I've also updated the synopsis to what is going to be on A m a z o n.
The illustrator delivered the illustration to me around 3 or 4 hours ago., so it was completed fairly recently.
It took me mmmm 7 or 8 tries maybe 9 before I was finally able to get kdp amazon to accept the illustration. I tried 6 or 7 times of those to get it to accept the pdf. In the end, it did not accept the pdf book cover, but I was able to make a workaround and submit the image through the cover creator by uploading the image and delete all text projected over the illustration by the cover creator and wallah only took a 2nd try to get it done after that.
This was for the paperback version mind you, no problems with the ebook on that front. Keep in mind I was just about to go too sleep when the illustrator contacted me and I only recently reverse my schedule back to somewhat normal. It was then that this whole fiasco started.
Now then, the ebook has passed review and is currently publishing which means their setting it up on their sites and apps for amazon, kindle and their various national variations.
The paperback is in review. Both the ebook and paperback should be released around or within 72 hours from what I've been told. I will also get an email when the ebook is published and maybe when the paperback is published not sure.
Next, I noticed when I was reposting the amazon version of the synopsis that the paperback's synopsis was lacking any spaces between sentences which is indeed an issue.
Now I would go ahead and edit the ebook and paperback just so they're more professional, but I tried that, it won't let me edit it right now and the button to do so are greyed out.
That said I do want to edit the synopsis of the two books so they're not a mess but I will have to wait, if they even allow editing of them after they've been published anymore. I know they used too.
I may or may not release another update when they've been published and or edited but for now you seem to have all the information and anymore may just be overbearing.
Also the paperback minimum price was 42 something odd dollars with no royalties, so I raised the price of the paperback to 50 dollars USD so that I can even make a profit off royalties, even with that each purchase of the paperback only gives me 4.25 dollars. The cost of printing is 25 something odd dollars per book, I guess amazon gets the rest and or put it into shipping costs???? Crazy right?
Anyway that's it have a wonderful night or day and I hope you buy a copy.

P.S. The ebook is 2.99 USD.

I have this story on Webnovel.com Scribblehub.com and Royalroad.com I have deleted my series on Tapas.io I am on P A T R E O N, besides these websites I have not published this story anywhere else.
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Ethereal.

A Primordial Storm.

A Hyper-Sentient Being A God?

No.

But his creations seem to think so?

Whole worlds sculpted from his own body.

Countless denizens living and breathing on and within his worlds.

Immortal Powerful Overseers descended from one born in the primordial Origin.

Massive Guardians Dragons that birthed all dragon-kind.All serving you, all look up to you.

Yet you say no, you are not a God.

Because I am not.

I can be hurt.

I can be killed.

I have limits.

My Power is Finite, not Infinite.

Thus I am not a god.

I used to think It was only me in the void, but I am not alone.

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My heart leaped from my chest as the strange person turned the corner. His stature and physical features were that of a human child, but his eyes were that of a demon. Not one speck of white was shown, only red, the same deep red from the orb. Surely he was the one that the monsters feared. "Well, where's the orb you two?"

"" Master's voice echoed, but just before she could finish the spell, the child's hand tore through the person in front of me. That person slowly turned invisible while coughing up blood.

"Marcia!" Jonah's voice barely resonated. My ears rang as I caught Marcia in my hands. "Bastard!"

"Jonah! Get them out of here!" Master stepped between the child and me. My magic seeped out of me, and all I could think of was how I wished I was better at healing.

"Master! I'll fight with you!" Jonah ran over to Master's side, ready for a fight.

"YOU'LL DIE! He's not someone we can fight."

"" I chanted as I was pulled away. Jonah ran. Pain coursed through me as Marcia took a deep breath. Ah! She's still alive. I clutched my chest as I threw Marcia over my shoulder and ran away from that- that red-eyed beast.

We ran while warding off monsters — nothing on our minds but to survive. Finally, we made it to the safe house, and after sealing the door, Jonah and I fell to the ground, covered in wounds. Death surely awaits us.

"Wake up! Wake up, or you will surely die! Wake up, my child! Awaken your powers and rescue your friends."

"But that kid will find us."

"That man has gone. Now leave and find help. Don't die here. WAKE UP!"

My body heated up. I opened my eyes, Jonah was on the floor beside me, and Marcia was sitting in a corner rocking back and forth. Every move brought searing pain, blinding me. I forced myself to my feet. If that kid is really gone, then I need to get Jonah to a doctor.

I picked my brother up and threw him over my shoulder. He groaned in pain. I headed over to Marcia; she backed away from me for a second, almost like she didn't recognize me. Her wound disappeared after I poured my magic into her, but she didn't seem right. I held my hand out, and she reluctantly reached for it.

I ran down the mountain with Marcia in tow. The sun peeked over the horizon as dawn passed over the forest. That village gets closer and closer. As I rush towards it, I only wish to run in the opposite direction. The weight of Jonah on my shoulders presses me forward. The people most important to me keep me from fleeing. They saved me from that village once, so now I'll use that village to save them.

A young boy who is rejected by his village finds himself being taken into a loving home by two other orphaned children. Their caregiver "Master" raises them to learn how to be a Guardian and protect the world from monsters by using magic.

My brother in shorts accompanied by the unlikely duo and myself have left the big rock since more than 2 hours.

On this dirt road with no bends, the questions that come to my mind are many, but the one that burns my lips has remained the same for more than 50 minutes.

"I was wondering. This must be Master Kaio's planet here, right? However, if my theory is correct, where is the stupid monkey?"

My brother in shorts, open his mouth, then he closes it again. He walks up to the beautiful brunette woman, then whispers a few words to her.

"Miss Tessa, I'm very concerned about the Princess' mental health?"

The beautiful woman shakes her head. She looks at me for a few moments with pity in her eyes, before she replies to my brother in shorts who, like me, can't seem to stand the smell of the troll.

"I don't know, she says a lot of things that don't make any sense. Based on my knowledge of magic, I fear she may have undergone a lobotomy in that other world."

Dickheads, for your information, I'm less than 5ft away from you. As I contemplate the possibility to have undergone a lobotomy, my courage is waning.

Suddenly, my depression evaporates and I gaze at my adorable face in the little mirror Tessa lent me.

"Bernica, miserable little fairy, you neglected to mention how long it would take for me to reach the royal castle where my dearest mother awaits me. "

Um, it seems that my recurring personality change is somewhat disturbing to these three plebeians.

"Your highness, there is a misunderstanding. The queen would really have liked to see you again, however, unfortunately, it would have exhausted her to take care of a teenage girl. Oh, rest assured. She has granted you a small fiefdom that will fill you with joy."

What a disgrace, this woman discards her own daughter as soon as her returns to her own contry. It's not so dramatic. In fact, maybe owning my own land will even be a lot of fun.

"Bernica, may I know the reason why my esteemed self was exiled to another world? Was I the victim of a horrible conspiracy fomented by naughty people, by scoundrels jealous of my beauty?"

A flash of lightning bolts goes through my brain. My brother in shorts seems to be talking to me, but I have other concerns.

I quickly get down my shorts that my other personality has pulled up to my buttocks. I pull up my pink tee-shirt that exposed half of my huge breasts and to avoid letting this unpleasant girl take control of my brain, I immerse myself in the cheat codes of Tomb Raider.

The smelly troll, whose heavy footsteps raise dust as he moves forward, is suspiciously watching me. The giant scratches his head, then unable to keep quiet any longer, he risks an oral 1VS1.

"Princess, do you have cramps, if not, why are your fingers wiggling in the air?"

Damn, I'm doing air-keyboard. The lack of a laptop is already manifesting itself. The sweat that's been running down my forehead for some time and the slight spasms I've been feeling all over my body was the reason.

It's not the first time I've had this kind of seizure. As early as Middle School, I used to escape from my classroom and rush into the computer room.

Those school years weren't easy. At the age when other boys usually spend their time discovering girls, at drool over Youporn with a leaf paper towel in hand and playing with their colossus, I took pleasure in caressing the monitor of my over-boosted computer.

High School was simpler. The school administration being aware of my geek-gamer-addict pathology, I was allowed to carry in my bag a laptot on which I could tap in case of crisis.

"Brother in shorts, we need to take a break so that I can get my medication."

My shorts brother's face turned white. His concern for me is anything but fake.

"Of course, Your Highness, it will be done as you wish."

Those words are barely spoken, that I throw myself to the side and pull my smartphone out of my pocket. Fingerprint recognition, facial recognition, iris recognition, code: 2645, sms, more faster, tap.

Although the digital screen doesn't allow me to relieve myself as quickly as the audible keys that sink under my fingers, little by little, I feel my crisis slipping away.

It's getting better. Yeah, it's getting better, but after frantically tapping for more than 4 hours, I'm completely exhausted.

My breathing is jerky, my heart beats too fast, so to calm myself down, I lie down in the tall grass that tickles my ears. It's really unpleasant, but let's take advantage of this moment to take stock of the few pieces of information already downloaded in my brain.

I was born under the name of Pernisia exactly 18 years ago in the realm of forward-looking fairies, also called the Madokas.

With the Kingdom of Humans in the center, the enormous Kingdom of Ocelia which regroups many races in the North, the small Kingdom of puffy dwarves in the North-West, the Kingdom of Demons in the East and the Kingdom of Beastmen in the West, this Kingdom located in the South, would be one of the 5 Kingdoms which would constitute the northern territories of a continent named, Fraya.

According to my brother in shorts, it's a world of retards. At least, that is the conclusion I came to after listening to him talk to me about this continent.

Some of the beings who live in these lands are able to use magic, others are extremely powerful, (like a Toriko on steroids), but the engineers of these countries would be donkeys unable to design a good video game.

Seeing my disappointed look, my brother in shorts wanted to reassure me by praising the progress of technology. He told me about the books that could now be accessible to the greatest number of people.

Of course, I asked him about the available formats. PDF, ePUB, eBOOK, AZW, TXT...

I was very excited by his statement but when I was already contemplating the rapid progress of the engineers of this world, this false brother shattered all my hopes by proudly presenting me with something ugly made of goatskin.

"Go die, winged thing from the middle ages."

Lying in the tall grass, when I think back on my collection of Gundam that proudly trrones above my bedroom door, a tear runs down my cheek.

Yes, my body is certainly in this world where a multitude of exotic beings cohabit more or less in harmony, but my heart is always nearby my life-size Rem figurine.

"Brother in shorts, as a Princess, I demand a tomboy maid with big tits."

He's a failed school psychologist, she's a particularly strange student. 
He's moping about his past, she's living in a fantasy world. 
He's consumed with regret, the joy of life emanates from her.

When after a consultation he opens the door of his grey-walled office, she plunges him into her fantastic world.

Anya stayed in the car while Kenny went in to get her favourite ice cream. Meanwhile, she switched on the laptop to browse through the link that was sent to her phone number. It did not take much time for her to realize that it was the admit card issued for the upcoming exam. She downloaded the PDF version and saved it on her laptop as well as on her phone. By the time she had finished, Kenny returned with the double chocolate ice cream with extra whipped cream and sprinkles. That was Anya's favourite ice cream flavour. 
"Whatcha doing?" Kenny peeked through her open window as he handed the ice cream with a tissue paper.
"They had sent the link to download the admit card", Anya shrugged as she took a bite of the ice cream.
Kenny nodded and walked over to the other side. Then, he got in the car, "Do you want me to drive or shall we wait till you finish your dessert?"
"Why don't you get one for yourself?" Kenny shrugged. He was not in the mood since he saw Melinda at the district office. He was having a hard time wondering what she was planning in her nasty brain. After seeing her there, it did not take much time for him to decipher her intentions. But the question was, would she frame Anya again? If so, then how? Given his earlier interactions with Melinda, she had a knack of doing everything with a bang.
"Ken?" Anya nudged at his arm, bringing him back to senses.
"Yeah?" he looked at her with soft eyes.
"Let's go", she pursed her lips, "I want to study." He nodded and the engine revved to life.
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When they reached home, the sky was already getting dark. Anya loved to stare at the evening sky as she sat on her bed, doing her stuff or just listening to the night calls. So, she hurried inside as soon as Kenny turned off the ignition. He sighed as he got down. About Melinda, he would not do anything about it right now. He would wait for her to make her move before he did something himself. He leaned against the car, deep in thought.
"Kenny!" Anya called from above him, "Come up here!" She was waving from the terrace. He looked at her before shaking his head.
"I have some stuff to take care of", he yelled back and got in the car. He threw the car in reverse before he drove out. Anya sighed as she saw the car disappear in the darkness. She went back to her room while rubbing the nape of her neck. Her stomach rumbled and she pursed her lips. She got a change of clothes. She wore a tank top and threw a shirt over it, to avoid being nagged at by her stepmom. Underneath, she wore a pair of black leggings. She quietly descended the stairs in her bare feet and made her way to the kitchen. She turned on the lights and took out the packet of elbow macaroni from the shelf above the microwave oven. She poured them in a mug and added some hot water from the thermos flask. Then, as quietly as possible, she grated some cheese and added it to the cup with a pinch of salt. Then, she placed the cup into the oven. She nestled herself on the kitchen counter and waited for her mac and cheese to cook. She tapped her fingers on the counter with impatience.
CHINK.
The timer went off and Anya slid down the counter to retrieve her mug of mac and cheese. She took a deep breath and the cheesy aroma wafted to her nose. Yummy! She grabbed a spoon from the holder and reclaimed her position on the counter. Her stomach rumbled and she dug into the mug. She froze when she heard a voice echo along the hallway. 
"Who is in the kitchen?" Her Stepmom barged into the kitchen, with an annoyed face. Anya squeezed her eyes shut, took a huge gulp and opened her eyes.
"Ann!" her stepmom, Mrs Stafford exclaimed, "You scared me, dear!" Then, she began to size her up from head to toe. The moment her eyes laid on her bare feet, Anya knew it was her time to die. And there, Mrs Stafford began her nagging session.
"How many times Ann?" she twisted her face and placed her hands on her hips, "Why are you not wearing your fluffy flip flops? Do you remember the last time you ran around the house in your bare feet? You caught a cold and stayed in bed for two weeks!"
"Mom!" Anya sagged her shoulders, "You are making a mountain out of a molehill!" 
"Behave, you little brat!" She jutted out her chin, "Do you know what will happen if your Dad knows about it?"  Anya sulked as she gagged herself with a spoonful of mac and cheese. She began chewing lazily. Seeing that, Mrs Stafford inched closer and took a look at her mug. 
"Yikes!" she crinkled her nose, "You are having this nasty thing again!"
"Mom!" Anya sighed with exasperation, "It's not nasty! It's tasty!"
"Whatever", she bent down to open the shelf under the kitchen, "You are not having that nasty stuff again!" She pulled out a box of bread loaves and continued, "Ken spoils you too much! You skip lunch and come back home to eat those rotten things!" Anya sighed again as she stuffed the last bits into her mouth. Then, she jumped down from the counter and went to sink to clean up.
"Go and get your fluffs", Mrs Stafford ordered, "Then, come back here to take your veg sandwich. I will add extra mayonnaise and baby corn, to your likings!" Anya smiled without looking at her. Though she nagged at her too much, she still cared about her.
"Little brat, where is Ken?" You went out together, right?" she continued.
"I don't know", Anya shrugged worriedly, "He dropped me at the gate and drove away somewhere."
"Where?" 
"I don't know", Anya echoed as she left the kitchen to get her flip flops.

Anya Stafford, the main character, has a secret to keep and a dream to achieve. But, an incident shattered her dream and changed it into humiliation. But her secret helped her to survive. And sheltering her secret while fueling her dream, is her sweet old step-brother, Kenny Stafford. But Anya has a problem of her own and it collides with her secret and her dream, alike.
Will she overcome her problem while protecting her secret and achieving her dream?


During lunch, the ladies came up to Alex and began to stuff him with the food they brought from home. By the time lunch was over, Alex was overwhelmed by the gesture both in his heart and his stomach. His stomach swelled and bulged enough to almost tear apart his shirt.
After lunch, when all the ladies and Alex came back, they were immediately called by Karen in the meeting room.
In the meeting room, Karen was sitting in the middle while all the others were either on her right or on her left.
Alex and Amber being the newbies, were sitting at the far end opposite to each other.
"You must know why we are having a meeting now. Many of you know our company acquired another company a month ago". Karen said as she addressed all of them.
All of them nodded except for Amber and Alex.
Amber raised her hand to ask about it, but Karen who saw it ignored her, and said, "As for those who are new, let me tell you about it".
Listening to Karen, Amber brought her hand down. Karen continued, "Last month 'Theation' acquired a book publishing company".
Listening to this, there were complicated expressions on the faces of all those who were present there. Even though they knew about it, they thought it was completely unrelated to their own venture. They all began to gossip with each other.
"I know what you all feel, but it's not our job to question the decisions made by our superiors on what they should or should not do. Our job here is to do our best in promoting what we are asked to. Now we are asked to promote this new company. We all are here to discuss this matter and map out a strategy for promotion". Karen said as she was well aware of what all of them were thinking.
All the ladies nodded their head in understanding. Alex was amazed as to how focused his chief was that she would never partake in any gossip around the office. The respect he had for her increased by a notch.
The ladies began to discuss among themselves and give suggestions to the chief.
"Boss, why don't we ask one of the celebrities from the ongoing shootings to promote the company on their social media? Instead of making them the brand ambassador of the company, we can enter into a pay per post kind of agreement with them" Elaine said. She was the social media manager, so it was easy for her to keep an eye on that.
"That's a good idea, make a list of all the celebrities which fit our requirements in fees, popularity and their image," Karen said as she liked the idea, but she reminded, " Keep this in mind, the image of the celebrity is the deciding factor here.
"Yes, boss" Ellaine said as she wrote down the details in her pad.
"Boss, how about shooting an advertisement?" Amber said as she raised her hand.
"I don't think it is the right time". before Karen could say anything, Hazel pinched in.
"Why?" Amber asked confused.
"When companies start, they don't just outright jump into the market with advertisements. They need to make a small local market for themselves first". Hazel explained to Amber.
"Ohh..." Amber nodded in agreement.
After that, all the ladies present, again involved themselves in a discussion.
The discussion kept on going for some time.
Karen looked at Alex who was sitting silently, at the very end of the table, not taking part in the discussion, "Alex, are you not feeling comfortable?".
Hearing Karen, the chattering in the meeting room stopped, and the focus of all the ladies in the room shifted towards Alex.
"No, I am feeling fine". Alex said as he straightened himself.
"Then, don't you have any suggestions for us?" Karen asked, placing her palms on her chin as she supported herself with her arms on the chair. She looked curiously towards Alex.
"I have, in fact, I have two suggestions, but I don't know if you will like them". Alex said while scratching the back of his head, embarrassed.
"Owww... Alex, why are you being so shy? Just tell us even if nobody likes them, you will get to know what and where you are lacking". Elaine said as she encouraged him.
"Yeah, and it's even possible that we might end up using them with some or no changes". Jennifer said, mentioning him the possibilities.
"You listened to them, go on". Karen said as she gestured him to go on.
"Well, I don't know why the upper echelon of this company is so adamant on going with this publishing company. We need to keep in mind that everything is available online, not many people might end up buying our books" Alex said as he told everyone to not have their hopes high.
All of them nodded while Karen knitted her eyebrows. This problem, she was well aware of already.
"Well, first of all, we all know shooting is always going on here. One movie or TV series after the other, right?" Alex said.
All of them nodded, on hearing Alex.
"Now Ellaine here, suggested that we ask for a celebrity to endorse the company, right?" Alex asked.
"In a sense, yeah," Ellaine said.
"Now, on the same idea, we can have a different method of promotion. The projects here are of different genres too, so why don't we use a bookstore or cafe scenes to promote the books of our publications? Seeing the leads of the movie or series, reading a book people might get curious and end up searching about them or even buy them" Alex said, and by the end, he was very excited about his idea.
All of them looked amazed at his suggestion, this was such a basic and a very good idea to promote their books. It won't even cost them a bit.
"Why didn't I think about it? We don't need any resources for this. We can just go to any set and hand them over a book". Hazel said as she lamented over her foolishness.
"But it may not necessarily increase the sell of our hard copies. People might just download pdf from the internet". Alex soon poured water on their excitement.
"So what do you suggest we can do to increase that?" Karen asked. She was beginning to get interested in Alex's ideas. He might end up helping the boss a lot.
"Chief let me ask you something if for about two or three hours you have no access to the internet, nor do you have anything else all you can do is sleep, if I were to give you a book will you read it?" Alex asked with a smile.
"Well, I have to, if I can't do anything else". Karen said.
"This can be our way to sell our books".
"What are you saying tell us properly". Karen asked.
"The second suggestion is...".

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This is the story of Alex Rutherford.

He was known by many names among his peers, 'Yama'[The God of Death] or 'Asura'[The Devil himself]. 
NO one dared to approach him. He was the god of killing, without any emotions.

Every life he took, was just another assignment for him...
Every life he took, was just one more number added to the count... 
Every life he took, was to reach a certain someone...

"Please spare me, I will give you as much money as you want". A middle-aged man pleaded.

"Sorry but you have already paid me. By becoming my target" The young man said while fidgeting the dagger in his hand.

Splash... The dagger in the young man's hand, slit his target's neck. 

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But what will happen, if he suddenly lost his memory?

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Now he is adopted by a couple. He has a job, friends and a peaceful life. He does not remember anything about his past life.

"Alex, what are you doing at home on Sunday morning?" a woman asked Alex.

"What happened, mom?" Alex said while playing on his PS 5.

"Get out of the house and find yourself a girlfriend".

"Why?" Alex asked lazily.

"If I don't see you bring a girl to introduce to us within a week, I will...will... I will throw that stupid game of yours" the woman said pointing towards the gaming console in front of her.

"Mom, where are my clothes?" Alex asked ready to go find a girl.

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Getting everyone down the ladder proved to be a hassle.  I looked up at the opening as I pulled a cord and the mouth closed.  The flashlights were suddenly the only light in the oppressive darkness.  We started off.  Flashlights bobbing.  Ashley asked after a while, "Taegan, why did you set up such an elaborate set of escape paths?  Come ON, Taegan.  What were you thinking?"

"On the surface, I have been the good little boy.  Underneath I have been filled with this feeling that our parents would abandon me for no known reason.  I have no idea why I thought that way...  Our mother set up an account for each of us on a vacation to the Seychelles.  I have been using it to hide my gambling winnings...  I got into some high stakes poker games and threw in the credit card with the $1M limit in...  I have won almost every time.  The losses, Dad paid for.  The winnings went to the Seychelles in prepaid credit cards.  I can access the money via a debit card...  Then I started buying land and, well, the trailer parks...  Mom always made the joke that she had grown up thinking trailer parks were posh...  I've been picking off commercial land on this side of the freeway for a while...  Companies would go under and I would buy for almost nothing...  I got caught up in the idea that something horrible would happen and... things got out of control...  The sane part of the goal was to own  enough land that when I sold, I could be self-sufficient...  That guy, Lyonell Hurst, may have a good plan.  We need to go over it at some point.  If it is a good plan, then I will adopt it and he will be SOL.  In all likelihood, he will prove to be a con artist...  One way or another that SOB is going to pay.  On purpose or accidentally he told the A-Team that we were living there...  Or rather, I own trailer parks under the Sergai Brzezinski name and Avery Shrike sent that guy to find me in one of them.  When the A-Team realized that the trailer had an underground escape route, they must have decided to wait until I got home then try to spook us into taking the escape route... right into their hands...  Thus they would not have to invade the thing and chance having to deal with the police.  How long they are going to sit there waiting for us to come out of the basement, I do not know...  The longer the better."

An hour later we emerged from a manhole that looked down on a hotel.  An idea hit me...  I put some money in my wallet and we marched into the hotel.  I walked up the concierge desk and said, "Look, our car broke down.  We have reservations at a hotel downtown.  Could you call us a cab?"

The guy looked up at the clock and down at a clipboard, then he said, "I can take you in the courtesy van, if you want."

"Thank you.  I appreciate your help."  We loaded up and we were off.  I gave him the address of the hotel across the street from Dugan's Long Term Vehicle Storage.  I asked conversationally, "Are you working your way up in the hotel trade or going to college for something else?"

"I'm getting an MBA. I want to work in the transportation industry.  I graduate at the end of summer from the University of Houston," he said concentrating on the road.  "No bites for jobs so far.  I may have to accept something else."

I opened the briefcase, peeled off $1000 and a $20.  I paperclipped the $1000 to the card, prospectus and business plan from Lyonell Hurst.  At the next stop light, I put the papers on the dashboard and said, "I'm Taegan Shrike.  My father died over the weekend.  I will be taking over Saginaw Industries at some point.  I am now going to give you an opportunity.  I need that prospectus and business plan analyzed.  I want a full presentation on its feasibility.  If you find it wanting, then come up with your own version of it.  Do not contact the man on the business card, but I do need you to explore his background."  I waved the $20.  "You can take this as a tip for moving me and my family from here to there.  If you take up the task I have outlined, then I will want a full presentation after you graduate.  I have attached $1000 to cover your expenses.  You can take tip or project or both... or neither."  Someone honked from behind.  The light had turned green.

The man, it said Bernie on his tag, drove for a while. "Why me?"

"The prospectus and/or the business plan may have a tracker on them.  I need someone to lead the people who put the tracker there on a merry chase...  If you are clever you can lead them on a merry chase and do the project and get the job at Saginaw Industries.  What do you say?"

Again a long silence, then he said, "I could just take the money and dump the paper."

"That is one approach."

After a short silence he said, "I will take the $20 and the $1000 and do the project.  I am not sure how well the merry chase will go."  I put the $20 under the paperclip.  At the next stop light, he attached the paper to his clipboard and handed me his card.  I put it in the mad money pouch.

At the small hotel downtown, Bernie unloaded all the bags and left us there on the sidewalk.  I sent Marsha across to Dugan's.  She returned with the van.  We loaded up and started driving.  We stopped at a McDonalds with WiFi and had lunch.  I logged into my mother's business computer and started searching for a file I knew was there.  Mom had established this account in case someone was watching her other account...  Maybe I got my paranoia from her...  After a lot of messing around, I found the list of residences that had been sold but not occupied, rented but not occupied and residences bought but not on the market as yet.

I chose a rental house that had a movein date two weeks away.  We drove there and unloaded.  My mother always kept a key in a red rock in the backyard.  The security codes were in the file I had lifted.  The inside was unbelievable.  To say that the place was opulent was to say that desert is a mite hot.  White marble floors... three story high windows... two grand stair cases...  A 100 meter swimming pool in the back... a kitchen that was bigger than the trailer we had just come from.

Each of us went to a separate bathroom.  Then we met in the master bedroom and dried each other off... and rutted like weasels.  I had heard that a close call with death can cause you to want sex, but this was ridiculous.  When we were all spent, I had everyone put on a house coat and adjourn to the kitchen.  Brittany made us a dinner to die for from the food in the freezer and food closet.  I made a note of all the food we took with the intent of replacing it at some point.
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After dinner we watched TV until late, then... made love some more before going to sleep.  The next day after breakfast I drove the van across US 610 and called Jake Rearden.  He seemed stunned that I would call him.  "Anything happen at the trailer park yesterday afternoon?"  I asked conversationally.

"Oh, nothing much except about 50 very deadly men tore your house apart looking for you.  Taegan, these were top of the line bully boys from Colombia.  When they left, they were very unhappy.  One of them tried to mess with one of mine.  I called their leader out and we communicated.  I told him that I had met you once and did not know where you were.  He believed me...  Taegan, they want to kill you.  They do not want to ask you any questions.  The head honcho seemed to think that you had insulted him somehow...  I could not understand why," he said much amused.

"Sir, I have no idea.  I will have to call them and see what the problem is.  I gave them all the information they needed.  I have no idea what they could want," I said truly baffled.

"Taegan, you are playing a very deadly game.  I do not see how you can come out of this alive."

"There's a way, I have not found it yet.  My opponents are not the drug lords.  There is someone else out there pulling the strings.  Once that person is off the board, then the drug people will calm down and see reason.  Right now, I am going to go doggo and spend some quality time in front of a TV...  If I survive, I will indeed get back to you about that motorcycle shop."

He started laughing.  When he could talk, he said, "Kid, if you can survive this, I think I might just decide that retiring is a good idea.  I've always feared that a shop would be too boring.  With you as a partner, no telling what might happen."  He hung up laughing.

I dialed the phone passthrough, then dialed Wesley's number.  It rang for a while, then the genteel voice said, "My... are we back to phonebooths?"

"Well, they're not booths, but yeah, I guess so...  I hear you ran by my hideout and missed me by a bit."

"Chico, what IS your problem?  Why would ANYONE have one secret exit, much less two?  What did you think was going be chasing you?  Did you maybe have a bad trip on acid in the past and..."

"Look, sir, I think my mental state is not the question.  Yours is.  I gave you the whole Goddamned enchilada and now you are back for more...  What the hell is your problem?"  I asked, very unsettled.

"Chico, someone stole the ton of cocaine that came in on June 9th."

I paused, then said, "Oh!...  That would make me testy too...  Not that I had anything to do with it mind you."

"Yes, yes, your wretched relatives!...  Always your wretched relatives!...  Chico, can't you for once accept responsibility for what you have done?"

"Sir, with due respect, you are talking to the wrong guy.  I have always been true to my word and I definitely take responsibilities for my failings,...  AND in this case, I had nothing to do with that...  Sir, I have the wrong skill set for robbing a set of badasses like your people...  I was trained to defend and attack until help arrives...  What you are looking for is a black ops veteran... such as Avery Shrike.  You need..."

"Avery Shrike died in the jungles of Venezuela three years ago!  I have triple confirmation on that," he said vehemently.

"Dude, Avery Shrike is a master at getting one or more factions to fight each other so that in the battle he can sneak in and assassinate people, if they do not get themselves killed in the flames of battle...  I am convinced that he dug out the Peruvian sugar deal, then shopped it to Yugo Shrike, who shopped it to one of your jeffe's lieutenants who then implemented it."

Silence fell.  After a while, he said contemplatively, "I have spoken to this Yugo Shrike...  He did as you say...  He got Emilio Guzman, a Chilean, to present the plan to our jeffe...  Emilio was as you said, one of the men who broke open your door and tried to kill you in your bed... against my specific orders not to.  Yugo Shrike swears that he had nothing to do with the hijacking of the truck carrying the ton of cocaine from Waco to our processing plant in...  You have no need to know...  This Yugo said that the plan dropped on his desk from someone purporting to have a low Throne number, whatever that is.  His plan was that the 20 tons of cocaine would arrive in Waco and be captured by the DEA.  Your father and mother would be discredited and the Throne would move...  That is what he said...  That changes nothing.  The ton of cocaine disappeared in transit."

"Again, sir, you are looking at this incorrectly.  I do not have the correct training to mount an attack on a convoy like that...  Avery does...  Wait...  How many of the 31 people on that list did you grab?"

"We got 21 of them...  I was unhappy with their answers, so I killed each and every one of them."

"Excuse me, sir, has your wife ever suggested anger management?"  I asked fearing his answer.

With a bit of wonder in his voice, he said, "As a matter of fact, she did...  I was so angry with her,...  I killed her."

I said, "Would you mind telling me whether you killed Roland Shrike and his children?"

"I killed all six of those men...  I would have killed their children if they had had any."

"I see...  Sir, I'm going to crawl into a hole and hide for a week or so.  By that time I will have detected who Avery Shrike is and where he is.  Please be patient."  I hung up, pulled out the memory and tossed the phone in a trash basket.  I started up the car and went about three miles south.  I called Megan Hunt using one of the cellphones.

"Taegan, oh my God, Taegan, what the hell is going on?  Someone kidnapped 25 guests from your parents' funeral.  What is going on?"  Megan asked breathlessly.

"Megan, compare the list of 31 names I sent you with the names of the missing.  I sent the same list to the Laurentia Cartel.  The A-Team  they hired to get me has gone nuts...  Let's review.  My second cousin Avery Shrike wanted to be Throne.  That means he wanted to own 59%  of the shares of stock in Saginaw Industries.  He dreamed up a plan to use my mother's business of importing sugar from Peru to import 20 tons of  cocaine...  In the early morning of June 3rd, a trial run was made where a container with one ton of cocaine and 19 tons of Colombian sugar was  swapped for 20 tons of Peruvian sugar in Valle Verde con el Río Rojo, Colombia.  On Thursday, June 9, the one ton of cocaine arrived in Waco amid  much joyous celebration.  The go-ahead was supposed to have been given to the team in Valle Verde con el Río Rojo, to assemble the cocaine and get ready  to swap out the 20 tons of Peruvian sugar for the 20 tons of cocaine.  The swap was supposed be done on the morning of Friday, June 10.   The cocaine was
supposed to arrive in Waco on June 16.  In the early morning of June 23, someone ambushed the truck holding the ton of Colombian cocaine and stole it.  Presumably Avery Shrike did this to force the cartel to kill me and most of his relatives so he could become head of Saginaw Industries.  I..."

"Stop right there, Taegan.  That's crazy.  All of it.  That's too weird.  No one would hatch a plot like that...  You've convinced the druggies that your delusions are real.  You aren't going to do that to me."  She hung up.

I listened to the dial tone for a while.  One by one I was burning my bridges.  This series of events had gone on much too long.  I needed help getting Avery off the Goddamned board.  The SOB was like the Energizer Bunny... he kept going and going and going.  I tossed the cellphone in the trash and went in search of a WiFi connection.

I was cruising through a strip mall.  A book store advertised that they had WiFi... and coffee.  I went inside and sat at one of their tables with my laptop in front of me.  I needed to do something to make this go away.  I logged into my server back in my house and downloaded my email...  I had forgotten that I had asked my friends to make pictures of everyone they could and find out who was attending my parents' funeral... and send the pictures to me.  Somehow or another a flashmob had formed and everyone involved had made an effort to get pictures of who was there and identify who the participants were.  That meant that I had a LOT of pictures to download.  I sat there zoned out as that happened.

Then it hit me...  Avery Shrike was somewhere in this mountain of information.  He had to be.  The SOB was not going to miss a chance to show how clever he was.  A normal person who was hiding would shy away from being exposed.  Avery wouldn't...  How was he going to hide in plain site?

When I got all the email download, I logged off and sat back.  I realized that the book store had a printer for customers to use... for a price.  I got the attendant's help in attaching his printer as a network printer and then went after it.  One by one, I opened the emails and stored the pictures in a separate folder.  The task took forever...  Then I had to create PDF's from each of set of photos with a cover page being the email.  As each PDF was finished, I printed it out.  After a while a guy came over and said, "Sir, you're racking up quite a bill with the printouts."

I absently dropped a $100 bill on the table then put it away.  The guy went back to the printer.

I missed lunch.  About 4pm, the last PDF printed out.  I had consumed a full box of paper.  Making sense of all this was going to be a bitch.  I paid for my printouts with a prepaid card and went back to the rental.

The girls were swimming in the pool... naked.  I took out the cheek implants and took off my clothes and joined them.  We made love in the pool.  We made love on the couches.  We had dinner and made love again.  Somewhere in there we went to sleep.

Suppose that you are a male.

What would you do to get a job that paid one billion USD per year? 

That is the wrong question...

What would you NOT do to attain such a job?

What vile, despicable, underhanded deeds would you do to get your hands on that amount of money and position?

But wait there is more...

What if you must take the job or you and everyone you love will be killed? Would that affect your decision?

Now suppose that you are a female.

Would you marry a guy that was paid one billion USD per year?

But wait there is more...

You can marry the guy or you will be kidnapped, tortured and then killed. Plus, your flesh would be eaten by the torturer, if you did not marry the guy. Would that affect your willingness to wed the guy? I mean, how bad would the guy have to be before you screamed, "I would rather be tortured and my flesh eaten than be married to this guy."?

In the story, Teagan Shrike turns eighteen the summer before his senior year in high school. From one day to the next, he goes from heir apparent to a fortune to a fugitive from two drug cartels, the police and a shadowy relative who wants the billion dollar job badly enough to kill him for it. Teagan must make a series of life and death decisions. He must also decide whether he wants to marry the 'correct' girl and take up his position as head of a family of inbred, wealthy and deadly monsters in human form.

Hai, pasti saat membaca bab ini, kalian penasaran dimana lanjutannya.
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Jadi sekarang kalian tahu apa perbedaannya, untuk saat ini ebooknya sedang dalam proses pengeditan, dan semoga saja bisa rilis ditahun ini, 2020.

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Terima kasih telah membaca pratinjau HectorLeon's Orgins #1

*SEGERA HADIR DALAM BENTUK NOVEL*

Ayano adalah seorang Magis muda, anak dari seorang bangsawan yang hanya memiliki satu rencana dalam hidupnya, yaitu mencari sahabat lamanya yang pindah kota saat keduanya masih anak-anak, temannya tersebut bernama Victor, Magis Api, dan saat dewasa lah usia dimana ia sudah bebas melakukan apa saja tanpa pengawasan.

Saat kedua sahabat lama tersebut bertemu, ternyata tidak semudah itu untuk kembali akrab seperti dulu. Banyak sekali perbedaan diantara mereka, maka itu harus membuat Ayano harus memperbaiki hubungan mereka sedikit demi sedikit. Tetapi tidak ada waktu untuk itu, Ayano terseret ke masalah pribadi Victor yang belum terpecahkan sampai sekarang.

Victor memiliki kakak kembar perempuan yang menghilang bertahun-tahun, yang kebalikannya Victor, Magis air. Dan melibatkan tunangannya kakaknya tersebut, sampai akhirnya ketiga orang tersebut mencari kakak Victor dengan cara illegal, yaitu menyelam ke laut terlarang tanpa izin pengawas dan sepengetahuan siapapun.

Dan juga membawa mereka untuk membongkar rahasia Negaranya sendiri, HectorLeon.

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My fellow readers, it is, the greatest of all time, the creator of an unfinished story (well many). Anyways, for those that enjoyed the first arc of The Dark Demon Lord (before the introduction of Thron Academy), go onto Amazon to get either the ebook or even, the paperback! You heard it (or read it?), the paperback is now released. With 70 chapters edited and properly laid out. 

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Demon Lord Arnin has reached the apex of his universe, with everyone and everything fearing his very name, however, no one knows of his tragic past. 

With his clansmen being brutally slaughtered when he was very young, he was forced to enter the ruthless world alone. Betrayed at every step and finding himself against the world at every angle, his heart turned to stone, not allowing anything to affect him ever again. 

Right when he thinks that the world is firmly in his grasp, he learns about the existence of the beings that partook in the Great Demon Massacre of time immemorial. Learning that their power significantly exceeds his own, Demon Lord Arnin finds that the best way to increase his own strength as quickly as possible is by reincarnating into a world that uses a power completely unknown to him and starting over once again so that he may merge his powers in the future. 

Will the feared Demon Lord Arnin finally achieve the revenge he yearns for, or will he collapse after his million-year reign, simply becoming a figure of the past?

Check out A Devils Lie, a new novel by yours truly, found on Webnovel. 

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