A collection of short adult novels. 

Power Ranking Positions - Chapters 
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Hello everyone! I'm sorry I haven't been writing much... I'm busy

I do have some GREAT news though! Me and a group of friends are going to make the story a Roblox Game! Idk when we will start, but we will sure learn how to code. I did make a group though, so join it! If you tell me you liked the story and join the group, I'll put you in the "Dragonbreather" role!



Roblox Group ~Firebound~ 


https://www.roblox.com/groups/6143664/Firebound#!/about 



Rules:

Be appropriate in the chat

No OD'ing (Online Dating)

No cursing

Don't spam the Creator/Vice Creator, the Main Admin, and the Admins about anything - if you have a question, contact the Creator via Email/Roblox and the Vice Creator via Email/Roblox/Discord Server (when made)

Read the QnA's before asking any questions

Don't ask for personal information

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I will post the QnA'S here so you can see them first-hand:



Q: How do I become Admin?

A: The Creator has to know you in real life/contact me when she needs you if you don't live close, and know you are trustworthy. You have to be a person over the age of 10 and under the age of 18 (unless she says you can join). If you keep begging me after she says no/don't answer, she will ban you from the game for a month. Sorry, but we warned you. Asking again though is perfectly fine, just please don't spam/ask after she said no the second time



Q: Can I friend you, the Creator

A: She will follow you if you donate 5+, that is so she can help keep track of who paid the group and maybe a giveaway of 200 Caracki (either every month or every few months). If you read the story, like it, email her the screenshots as proof, and donate over 80 robux, she will DEFINITELY friend you! Your support is really needed!!! Remember though, you can always follow her and join the game! Just don't spam her and ask for things, she will give things out when the time comes/she wants to.



Q: Can I friend an Admin?

A: Email the Creator personally what Admin, why, and she will tell them. She will email you the answer asap. Remember, you can always follow them too!



Q: How do I become a Dragonbreather?

A: You have to join the group AND like the story! If you don't know the story and where to find it, it's named Firebound on Webnovel (A free reading app with comics and novels) - https://dynamic.webnovel.com/book/13697866405856005?utm_source=writerShare&utm_campaign=4305870114



Q: Can I be a character in the story?

A: Not a Whinok Child or an Amulet Maker, sorry. You can tell the Creator what type of Breather you want to be though, and she has a list of names she can give you. Or if you have your own name, she will take it to consideration. If she agrees, you will be in the story and maybe an NPC in the game to talk to (She will make sure to write in the "Credits" who you are.) if the group agrees. She will give you 100 Caracki, just join her and tell her who you are, the type of Breather you choose, and your Roblox name (so make sure you wrote it down because we might not remember)



Q: Can I offer you my ideas?

As: YES! ABSOLUTELY! All ideas are wanted, just email the Creator or contact the Vice Creator via email or on the Discord Server, and we will get back to you asap (if we accept an idea, the Creator will write down who they got the idea from and give them 50 Caracki when they join the Creator's server)



Q: Can I help create things/with the music?

A: Like the Creator wrote for Admin, she has to know you in real life/contact her when she needs you if you don't live close, and know you are trustworthy. You have to be a person over the age of 10 and under the age of 18 (unless she says you can join). If you keep begging her after she says no/don't answer, she will ban you from my game for a month. Sorry, but you were warned. Asking again though is perfectly fine, just please don't spam/ask after she said no the second time (when you ask her again, it needs to be AT LEAST a week apart from the first time)




Q: Can I get free things/a discount?

A: That depends on many things. It won't just be for one person if the Creator were to do discounts, or give out free things. If people bug her, she will rise the price of in-game bought items for two months (things that cost Caracki). If she joins a server, and people DON'T bother her and DON'T ask for things, she will give out things like food and Caracki bought at the store. NOT ROBUX (if there are people asking and others not, the ones who aren't will get free things. They shouldn't be punished for other's choices)



Q: Can I get a refund from the things I bought?

A: What the Creator recommends on doing is take a video/screenshot(s) of your purchase and make sure you get what you bought. If you bought something and it doesn't work, exit out of the game and retry. If it is still not there, email the Creator or the Vice Creator the video/screenshot(s) of you purchasing the item and you reloading the game/Roblox. If they see that you didn't get it, the Creator will definitely give back your money (and maybe 125 free Caracki for the troubles)



Q: Can I subscribe to you, the Vice Creator, and/or a tester on YouTube?

A: You can, if you want, to get updates, a notice for giveaways, and previews! This is not required, but for certain giveaways, you MUST be subscribed to that person to be in it. It is not required though if you don't mind missing out on giveaways, previews, and updates. (The creator will also make some videos showing her coding, her cat, something about the story, and MAYBE her outside with some friends in general/in the group [if they agree])



Q: Can I join your Discord Server?

A: Yes, absolutely! The Creator doesn't have Discord herself, so the Vice Creator owns it. That Server is for posting ideas, questions, comments, or concerns on. Don't spam him please, and most importantly, don't send anything else that isn't related to the game or story. If you come to say hi, that is fine, but don't come to have a chat. It's for those who have questions, comments, concerns, and ideas (was not created yet)




Q: How did you think of any of this?

A: "I loved dragons as a little kid, and in my 5th grade class, we had to write about something. I wrote about a dragon named Winter (Creator - WinterIceNSkyDragon1) meeting a dragon named Skullfire (Tester - G0RL0K), and that's when it started. I have been writing since. Then I thought that I can create a game for people to enjoy, and they can also read my story. Vice Creator is Icestriker, Main Admin is Oceanwave, and an Admin/Music Composer is Poisonland," writes the Creator



Q: Can I send a fan-pic of a dragon you made/an OC?

A: You can if you like, and the Creator might post it on the wall where you create your character. If she chooses to do that, you will earn 50 Caracki per drawing. Send it to the Creator via email for her to go over it (if not picked, don't worry! Send in more and see if you'll be picked! [Name will be on the game info/group {if your in the group} and the picture])



Q: I have a different question

A: Great, we are glad to help in any way we can! Email the Creator or contact the Vice Creator via email or the Discord Server, and we will get back to you asap

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Here are the ranks in the group:


Creator/Author - WinterIceNSkyDragon1


Vice Creator - MRBOBBERSIN


Main Admin - WinterSpirt06


Music Composers/Admin - SpaceUnicorn1011, Merrybear06, _


Build Helpers/Admin - Natthatcat17, cupcake_lover929, Min3craftDerp, G0RL0K


Admin - kyle302230, master_alexis2,  XxgirlswontheworldxX

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Donated - [Players who donate to the group]


Dragonbreathers - [Players who join the group and are reading the story {have to comment on story and/or email the Creator or Vice Creator screenshots to receive credit}]


Members - [Players who join the group]

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Contact Info/Follow Us!



Creator/Author's
                 ~Email: winterashunay@gmail.com

                 ~Roblox: WinterIceNSkyDragon1

                 ~Xbox: WinterInSDragon 

                 ~Pokemon Go: WinterInSdragon; 4690-4653-6027

                 ~Discord: N/A

                 ~Youtube: Winter Ashunay - sub for updates, previews, and more (when the game is made)


Vice Creator
                 ~Email: xdragonslayer115@gmail.com 

                 ~Roblox: MRBOBBERSIN

                 ~Xbox: IPeeSometimesYT 

                 ~Pokemon Go: N/A

                 ~Discord: Crusader#6118

                 ~Youtube: IPeeSometimes - sub for updates (when the game is made)

Main Admin
                 ~Roblox: WinterSpirt06

Builders

                 ~Roblox: Natthatcat17

                 ~Roblox: cupcake_lover929

                 ~Roblox: Min3craftDerp

                 ~Roblox:G0RL0K
                       ~Youtube: G0RL3X (both G0RL0K's and master_alexis2 channel)


Music Composers

                 ~Roblox: SpaceUnicorn1011

                 ~Roblox: Merrybear06


Admins

                 ~Roblox: kyle302230

                 ~Roblox: master_alexis2

                 ~Roblox: XxgirlswontheworldxX





~Work In Progress~

As the world started, dragons roamed the Earth. There were mammals to prey on and to have as friends, and there was plantation where there was suppose to be. Water was where its suppose to be, and mountains pierced through the ground. One day, the great God Opalheart and his mate, Rainbowquartz, had a son named Prismshard. As he grew cold and selfishness took over him, he wanted to be the god of the whole world. One night, he killed his mother in her sleep, thinking his father would die from being heartbroken. Turns out he was wrong, so he tried to find all eleven amulet makers (animals that were chosen to watch over the Whinok Children). They refused and killed him on the spot, but his soul transferred to one of the amulets: sky. It is said that whoever receives this amulet will either perish or overcome it and defeat Prismshard forever. As Opalheart is devastated, he agrees with all eleven amulet makers to make an amulet for special children named a Whinok Child. These children would have a shiny glow to them and their eyes, they would have two types, and they will be left at some point by their parents. As they set out across their land of Dragonheart (what the Dragons call their Homeland, AKA Earth) looking for a hiding place to find all of them, the prophecy of the Whinok Children would be united and Dragonheart would forever be saved from these endless souls. Knowing this, Prismshard's children, the Fierce Ones, will fight until all Whinok Children get captured, weak, and suffer until they die from his own power.

3 Years Later



  Ahsoka had faced several dark Jedi, but this one was strange. Usually you would feel the darkness within a sith, but in this boy there was no such presence. If it weren't for the obvious giveaways such as his eyes, armor, and saber. He would be able to stand in a group of Jedi without them noticing any sort of evil presence. His eyes were blue with a red ring around his iris, cracks of yellow were present in his deep blue eyes. He had light brown blondish hair and he was tall. (6.7ft [204cm]) Ashoka and Sabine had been searching for Ezra Bridger, a very important force in the rebellion, and the liberator of Lothal. Apparently they weren't the only ones.


   "look I'm trying to ask nicely, where. is. Ezra." his voice was in a strained whisper, like he was trying not to yell. "I've already told you, I've never heard of him." His expression contorted for a second before he gave a wry smile. "I am not ignorant Snips" he paused for a moment, letting the nickname given to her by her old master sink in

   "I know who you are, I know of your days as a padawan, in the rebellion, and I would be rewarded for taking your head. I'm trying to be reasonable." 


Ahsoka looked at the young man "how did you…?" the young man looked at the jedi "Anakin Skywalker's fall to the darkside was a true tragedy… now, where is Ezra?"

"I don't know, but I'm not going to let you find him." she said defiantly activating her lightsabers.



  The young man just looked at her "I'm not trying to fight you, or Ezra. I'm just looking for a valuable ally…" he turned and walked away.


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(A/N You may be wondering why I haven't released a chapter in over a week, that's simple. I've procrastinated on a lot of my school work, and needed to finish it, plus my band's first competition is coming up soon so I'm spending a lot of time practicing. Other than that, there is no good reason for taking so long. As an apology I will try to make the coming chapter around 1,000 words.

Emmett Law didn't have the best life nor did his family, one day during a new school-year he is killed by some bullies that took it too far after he fought back. and then he wakes up on Tatooine.

(this is mostly a story based fanfic with some comedic touches and however many references I can make without negatively affecting the story.)

Roderick and the Sheriff walked towards the part of town where his ship informed him the two intruders would enter. It was easy to notice the two men as they approached the town, as their high tech designer clothes and the space pistols by their sides were dead giveaways.

     "How do you want to handle this, Jerry?" Roderick called out to the Sheriff as they approached the two men.

     "I'll lead on this one." Jerry answered. "I appreciate the back up."

     "That's not a problem." Roderick answered as he stood by his friend's side.

     Jerry was a good Sheriff, but one who was well aware of the kind of trouble that came to town whenever someone off world strolled in unannounced. The town didn't like people introducing new technology to the town folk as they preferred to use a little as possible and many swindlers tried to prey on the people with new gadgets in an attempt to temp them into giving them a good profit for items that are dirt cheap to produce. They had no idea what the two men were coming to town for, but Roderick had a feeling it wasn't for anything legal.

     When they were within twenty feet of the two men, Jerry was the first to speak up. "Put you your hands, no guns in town."

     "I'm not giving up anything." The taller of the two called back. "What gives you the right to ask for anything?"

     "This township is tech free." The Sheriff called out. "No walking in with phasers or disruptors of any kind."

     "We're not here for any trouble." The second man called out.

     "Your unmarked vessel would suggest otherwise." Roderick snapped back at him.

     "And who the hell are you?" the second man then asked.

     Roderick grinned. He forgot that most people were not used to seeing him in his dress uniform, which was much different from the standard patrol garb. "My name is Commander Benjamin Roderick, Rocket Patrol."

     "Commander, their blood pressure is spiking..."

     Whenever Roderick was confronting someone, his vessel would always monitor their heart rates and that allowed him to know when the shit was going to hit the fan. A spike in blood pressure meant only one thing: they were about to draw on him and the Sheriff. Roderick grabbed his laser pistol and drew with lightning quick speed, firing a single shot which blew the shorter man clean off his feet. Roderick's weapon was set to stun, so the short man was still alive and lying on the ground with the wind completely knocked out of him. Roderick pointed the laser at the other man who hadn't been quick enough to draw his own weapon.

     "Use your left hand," Roderick instructed, "And slowly put it on the ground."

     The taller of the two did as he was told, using his left hand to unholster his weapon and slowly place it on the ground.

     Jerry was a little stunned by what had just transpired. "What the hell? Ben, why did you draw on them?"

     "Cause they were about to draw on me." Roderick answered.

     "And you know this how?" Jerry asked. He had been watching them both and couldn't tell and he considered himself a professional.

     "I don't think you really want to know how." Roderick answered as he approached the big man and picked his gun off the ground. "There's a nice cozy cell waiting for you and your friend. Pick him up off the ground and let's get going."

     The taller man did what he was told and they all walked back to the Sheriff's office. Once they returned there, Roderick locked them both up after searching them for more weapons or electronic devices that could help them escape. Roderick then took a small device out of his pocket and placed it on the desk. It was about the size of a baseball and the Sheriff watched as Roderick pressed a button on it and a green light came on and the small device started to buzz.

     "What the hell is that?" the Sheriff asked.

     "Something that blocks other devices from working." Roderick said as he grinned as his prisoners. "That means you can't call anyone left at your ship for help nor can they attempt to teleport you back to their location."

     The sheriff didn't like using tech in his town, but considering this one was preventing off world trouble makers from getting out and causing more trouble... he was willing to make an exception. Besides, the Rocket Patrol needed whatever tech they could to protect the town like theirs from people like the two thugs that now dwelled within his cell.

     "Can you put it somewhere else where it won't attract much attention?" he politely asked.

     "Of course." Roderick said as he picked up the small device and then placed it on the mantle behind his desk. There was a picture frame of his wife and kids, so Roderick hit the device behind that frame so no one else could see it. Once the device was stashed away, Roderick turned his attention towards the two men rotting in the Sheriff's cell. "Now, you care to tell me what you have against the Rocket Patrol?"

     "I don't know what you're talking about." The tall man answered.

     "Your blood pressure went through the roof the moment I identified myself." Roderick continued. "So much so that I'm pretty sure you guys were on your way to drawing your weapons when I beat you to it. So what do you have against the Rocket Patrol?"

     "I'm not telling you nothing!" the shorter one finally managed to spit out. He was still wheezing from being fired at earlier.

     "You were going to fire on me, and I want to know why." Roderick asked. He wasn't going anywhere until someone answered him.

     The two men said nothing. Roderick finally had enough and gestured to the Sheriff. "Watch these two, I'm going back to ...." He paused for a moment and then walked outside. "Roderick to Red Five."

     "What can I do for you, Commander." The ship replied.

     "Has there been any further activity around the unmarked spaceship?" Roderick quickly asked as he walked back to the courthouse.

     "There are three more life signs. Two of them are traveling further south, away from the town. They are not an immediate threat. One is remaining with the unmarked vessel."

     Roderick stopped and thought about it for a moment. "Keep watching the two men who are heading south. When they stop where they're going, I want you to do a deep rock scan of their surrounding area. I want to know exactly what they're looking for."

     "Understood, Commander."

      When Roderick returned to court, he immediately started to sift through his papers and look for specific disputes. He then came across a few he thought were very interesting, land disputes over mining rights to certain territories that more than one party is trying to stake as their own. Roderick grabbed the two files and marched back into the courtroom.

     "I apologize for the delay," Roderick started, "But I had pressing Rocket Patrol business. Now, I need address a specific case. I am looking for Wilbur Tennant. Is Mr. Tennant here?"

     A man stood up from the crowd. "I'm Wilbur Tennant."

     "Mr. Tennant." Roderick started as he opened the file. "The land in question detailed in your dispute; where is it located?"

     "It's located about ten miles north of town." Wilbur answered.

     "Thank you." Roderick said as he tossed the file back onto the table. "Please come back tomorrow and we'll settle your dispute then. I need to do some research before hearing your case."

     Wilbur was a little confused but he nodded. "Yes, Sir."

     Roderick open the other file he found in the docket. "Is there a Mrs. Annabelle Wilson present?"

     He looked around and finally a woman only a few years younger then himself stood up. Roderick recognized her almost immediately. It was the same women who answered the door when he returned Emma to the town the night before. Roderick took a deep breath, and continued.

     "Hello Ma'am," Roderick called out to her. "Can you tell me where the land you're trying to claim is located?"

     "Yes, Commander." Annabelle replied. "It's located, twenty miles south of here. My husband claimed it five years ago and after his death, ownership of that land should have fallen to me."

     "Commander, the two men who have left the unmarked vessel have stopped walking. They are standing in the exact spot she claims is her territory."

     "Start a deep rock scan." Roderick whispered.

     "Scan started."

     "I'm sorry, did you say something?" Mrs. Wilson asked.

     "No, I was just thinking out loud." Roderick looked at the docket again. "And there is a Mr. Montgomery who claims that the land is his. Mr. Montgomery, are you here?"

     A man on the other side of the courtroom stood up. He was wearing a very expensive suit, had a walking stick and other accessories that told Roderick all he needed to know about this fellow. 

     "I'm here as well, Commander." He answered with a smile. "Will you need some time to research this case as well?"

     "Not really." Roderick said as he tossed down the file. "I rule in favour of Mrs. Wilson. The land and everything on and under it is hers and hers alone."

     "On what grounds!" Mr. Montgomery roared when as he had no idea what was going on.

     "On the grounds that I doubt Mrs. Wilson can afford the hired workers that are currently on her land, trying to steal its resources." Roderick answered. "Nor do I think she hired the two thugs to come into town to raise some trouble. It's clear that their job was to distract me long enough for you pillage Mrs. Wilson's land before I had a chance to make a decision regarding your case."

     "This is outrageous!" the old man roared, veins popping out of his head.

     "No, it's criminal." Roderick pulled out his laser pistol and fired it in the courtroom, hitting Mr. Montgomery pretty much in the exact same place where he hit the shorter fellow on the outskirts of town. The beam which was still set to stun knocked the well dressed man clean off his feet and he landed hard on the wooden floor with a loud thud. Roderick then approached a man and picked him up off the floor. "You're under arrest."

     "On what charge?" the old man asked through the pain.

     "Let's start with mischief, which is what those two men you sent into town were doing." Roderick answered. "Trying to delay these hearings also counts as obstruction of my duties as well as the most important charges which are wasting my time and pissing me off!" Roderick bound Mr. Montgomery's hands behind his back and then turned to face the rest of the people who where there to settle their own disputes. "There will be no more hearings today. I will stay in town an extra day to make sure everyone's case is heard. Thank you for your patience."

     While the people didn't seem impressed with the early dismissal, the promise to stay in town and hear everyone out was enough to satisfy them as they left the courthouse and went back to their homes peacefully. Roderick walked Mr. Montgomery over to the Sheriff's office and tossed the old man in a cell next to the one the housed his two thugs.

     "Sorry for taking up so much space in your jail." He said as he locked the old man in his cell.

     "What is Mr. Montgomery doing here?" Jerry asked.

     "Do you care to tell him, Sir, or should I?" Roderick asked the old man who was now sitting on the cot and trying to calm down.

     "The only person I am going to speak with is my lawyer." Montgomery replied.

     "Well, that's all right. We've got other matters to take care of." Roderick said as he turned to the Sheriff. "Jerry, I need you, two deputies and four horses."

     "What's going on?" the Sheriff asked as he hopped out of his chair.

     Roderick grinned. "We need to make three more arrests."

Defenders of the colonies, lawmen and arbitrators who settle disputes. Their sole function is to serve and protect the people. They are the Rocket Patrol!

"Ok, but first things first, no matter the outcome, I'm not going to be responsible for it." Lin Wanwan promised.
Ruan Baoer looked excited. "I'm confident about taking Si Han down!"
Both of them were whispering when Si Han walked over. He gave Ruan Baoer a side glance and said, "Excuse me."
Ruan Baoer patted her thigh boldly. "This special soft seat is provided only for you. You're welcome."
Si Han really sat down and even adjusted his seating position to make himself more comfortable.
Poor Ruan Baoer. Although the man on her thighs had a figure comparable to a top-notch model, his height of 1.85 meters wouldn't make him any lighter. 
Ignoring the moans from behind him, Si Han chatted with Lin Wanwan calmly about serious business. "You have been away from the public for too long recently and you're severely lacking in attention."
Lin Wanwan understood this as well. She had taken some time to browse Weibo yesterday, and many fans were protesting against her sudden disappearance.
Thinking of Ruan Baoer's plan, a plan came to mind.
"I have a proposition."
"Do share." 
"'Loving You Is My Business' is airing right now. My popularity hasn't fallen too much. I'm just missing some exposure. So, I want to hold a fan meet to increase my exposure and give back to the fans."
Although she was being crushed like a piece of salted fish, Ruan Baoer's eyes shone and she secretly gave her a thumbs up.
Well done! 
Si Han didn't think too much. 
Lin Wanwan had always adored her fans. When she was Lin Xiao, she often held fan meets and even did giveaways on stage.
"Ok, I'll make the arrangements."
Lin Wanwan had promised Ruan Baoer her help but felt apologetic toward Si Han. Thus, she sucked up to him. "I know Si Dada's the most reliable."
Si Han squinted his eyes at her until Lin Wanwan felt uneasy.
"Let's not keep in contact for the time being."
"…Why?"
"There's no free lunch in this world. Your little acting skills can't fool me."
Lin Wanwan was speechless. "…"
On the other end, Lu Zhanbei poured two glasses of wine and sat next to Tang Chen. He handed over a glass.
"I've long wanted to make a toast to you. Will you give me some face?" 
Tang Chen didn't receive it and touched his chin, as if in deep thought. "Isn't this the first time Mr. Lu is taking the initiative to propose a toast?"
"Yes."
Tang Chen received the glass happily. This was extraordinarily unusual.
Both of them clang glasses. 
Lu Zhanbei played with an empty wine glass and looked casual.
He owed Tang Chen too much. 
Tang Chen could tell with one look what he was thinking. "Lu Zhanbei, let's have another drink, shall we?"
Lu Zhanbei personally filled his glass. Both of them finished the contents in one go at the same time. 
This was the tacit understanding between men. No words needed to be spoken. 
Shen Zhiyi pulled Lin Wanwan and started to sing songs. Ruan Baoer added everyone on WeChat and created a group so that it would be easier for them to contact one another.
It was midnight.
Lin Wanwan felt happy in her heart and drank a few more glasses. She was already tipsy.
As she hugged Shen Zhiyi, she started to smile like a fool. "Lu Zhanbei, it's great that you can survive. Shall we do something tonight? In the heat of the night…" 
Everyone in the room immediately looked at Lu Zhanbei ambiguously.
Shen Zhiyi patted Lin Wanwan's face. "Are you sure you want to have sex with me?"
With a squelch, Lin Wanwan immediately looked up and kissed her face.
Lu Zhanbei strode over quickly and forcefully pulled Lin Wanwan away from Shen Zhiyi's body.


Lin Wanwan is a pitiful mentally-disabled girl. Not only does she suffer abuse from her stepmother, her stepmother even attempts to use her as a sexual commodity to pleasure others. Eventually, the poor Wanwan dies from an overdose…

Perhaps a god or a devil had witnessed her tragic fate, but Wanwan gets a brand new chance at life—an external soul takes over her body and gains Wanwan's memories.

The resurrected Lin Xiao swears to seek revenge for Wanwan.

Having witnessed Wanwan's death and resurrection process, Tang Chen is intrigued by the changes she undergoes. When he tries to cheat Wanwan to gain possession of her, a knight descends from the sky and saves her. He allows her to seek his help thrice.

Just who is this mysterious knight?

The revived Wanwan demonstrates her astounding talent and intelligence. Not only does she leave her enemies helpless against her, but she also becomes a celebrity who sweeps through the entertainment industry. Who exactly is she?

When Wanwan interacts more with the knight, she realizes that he is actually a devil…

"From this moment forth, every inch of your body is mine. Resistance is futile."

He had descended like Satan, wantonly occupying her body and mind…

It's fine. Even if he's the devil, he would still be trampled beneath her feet.

Kelderian was asked to wait in one of the smaller conference rooms, because his appointment had a last-minute matter to attend to, and would meet him in several minutes .
Five minutes in, a man wearing a suit, scratching the back of his head and offering apologies for the teleconference taking a bit longer than usual, something to do with a stock market issue.
He looked like one of the awakeners in Nohas, except for the long ears that pointed out to the side.
"Hi there, I'm Veilon," the man said, offering his hand, which Kelderian shook. "Never seen you around here before… are you that guy from the branch we just soft opened?"
As befits the head of the Awakening Plaza's Planning Team, Kelderian was a bit intimidated by the man, and thus his reply was a little strained.
"Yes, that's me – it's my first time meeting someone as high up the ladder as you, it's an honor, sir."
Since Kelderian had spent most of his time trying to plug up the rapidly eroding dam that was Jake Smithson's shopping addiction, he had no time to play office politics or listen to the grapevine about certain personalities.
This is why he never got the informal memo that Veilon was, shall we say, an acquired taste.
Some say he is a madman who should have never been placed in the Planning Team, while others think he is a revolutionary genius who is the driving force behind the success of the Planning Team.
The reason why his co-workers have such a polarized opinion of him is because of his chaotic and unpredictable way of operating.
Because Kelderian's activities had locked him out of the loop, so to speak, he just considered Veilon a competent, though unorthodox, marketing analyst and team lead.
A lot of his market analyses often come out of left field, but most of the time, his plans worked well enough to impress both co-workers and higher-ups.
"Have a seat!" Veilon said, motioning Kelderian over to the chair, which he occupied. "And try to relax, it's not like I can actually get you in trouble… at least, more trouble than I'm in on a regular business cycle!"
He laughed, and Kelderian nervously followed suit.
"But seriously, we're just two smart guys talking shop here," the man sent to the Nohas branch of the Awakening Store to help against Jake Smithson said, once he was done laughing. "You've been having a hard time as of late with one awakener. You didn't pass it up the chain – why?"
"I thought I could handle him myself…" Kelderian said after letting out a sigh. "Didn't expect it to turn out like this."
If he had known that he could ask for help from corporate like this from the beginning, he should have asked – if he had, it probably wouldn't have gotten to this point.
"Who's he?" Veilon asked casually, causing Kelderian to stop short – he didn't know where to start, the question was a bit difficult for him to follow.
"I mean, have you done your homework on him? Personality profile, buying tendencies, the works?"
"That's the thing, sir," Kelderian replied, "we're still working on it. In the meantime, just let me tell you what happened in the 11th Tutorial Area when he appeared."
He took a deep breath, and Kelderian then began to talk about Jake Smithson and his exploits.
Ten minutes later, Kelderian collapsed into the comfortable chair, and Veilon only required three words to make his evaluation about Jake Smithson.
"What a weird-o."
"Yes sir," Kelderian concurred. "I don't know how he connected to the Awakening Store in the first place, and from that point my analysts and I can't figure out who this guy is, and what he'll do next."
While the Nohas manager saw this series of events with exhaustion, the Planning Team lead reacted in a completely opposite manner.
"Ah, a challenge!" Veilon exclaimed. "Been some time since I ran into something like that. Hearing your story is getting me hyped up to help you, you know."
This was when Kelderian realized that there is a very, very thin line between genius and madness… and Veilon was skipping over from one side to the other like a child playing.
'Is this guy serious? How did he – I just told him everything about what this Jake Smithson had been putting me through! This situation is way too troublesome and way beyond my pay grade to handle.
And my story looks like it gave him an espresso shot – he's just as weird as Smithson! You're hyped up? Well, I'm running on fumes right now! Do you even know how much sleep I've been having over the past few weeks?'
"There we go," Veilon declared, because all throughout Kelderian's thoughts, he took out some office stationery and began scribbling on it.
"Listen, man," Veilon continued without missing a beat, "this is how you get him: dangle the item above a buyer's head like a piece of meat, then BOOM! You add something at the last minute, he's going to move heaven and earth to get that item. Your buyer will be pissed, right? That's when we dangle the next item up for sale in his face, he'll forget everything and look at the next item."
"I've gotten only ten hours of sleep this past week," Kelderian explained wearily. "Apologies, sir – but I don't get where you're going."
"It's like a gamble! High-risk, high-reward behavior! Thrill seeking!" Veilon declared loudly while spreading his arms in a grand gesture, causing several employees walking by to give the conference room an odd look. "Risk is the spice of life, and we're going to make the Awakening Store extra spicy, three-fifty-seven thousand Scoville spicy! We'll make this guy gamble on everything, and at the last moment, I'll pull the rug out from under him! That ought to get him in line."
"What if he wins and you lose?"Kelderian asked skeptically. 
"I don't think you know who I really am, Kelderian. They call me the god of gambling. Let's get this party started."
This was the moment when Jake Smithson unknowingly took part in an epic battle against Veilon, the god of gambling.
***
Mana is the basis of all skills for the awakeners' ease of use.
There are times when mana isn't required. For example, there are skills that use purely physical force, but such abilities have clear limitations, and some of the stronger ones require a minimum of mana to use, too.
Nearly every useful and vital skill for awakeners use mana, which is why awakeners invest quite a lot of points they acquire when gaining a level into it.
For awakeners who do not receive mana from the start of their awakener, there are many means to acquire the use of mana: acquiring certain skills, completing certain quests, or simply leveling up.
Of course, Jake is the exception to the rule, as he reads Tomes of Magic to gain knowledge about mana, and use that knowledge to increase his mana.
"This is getting to be quite the cost. I'll need to start going back on quests to be able to afford this."
He can invest further on mana than others… provided he has enough points, of course.
"Status window," he declared.

[Name: Jake Smithson.
Level: 1.
Class: Shopping Addict
Basic Stats
Strength: 45
Agility: 35
Intelligence: 14
Mana: 15
Physical Defense: 4
Magic Defense: 6
Luck: 2
Skills: Shopping (Awakening Store currently in beta)
Great Sword Mastery Level 2
Cherry Blossom Sword Art Level 1
Even Flow Level 1
Haste Level 1]

'Twenty thousand points to get my mana from 5 to 15 – this shop doesn't have bundles for it. Are they being stingy to me now?
No event, and no bulk discount… I've spent quite a lot on necessities that aren't even on sale.'
Thanks to his circumstances, Jake had to bite the bullet and go for it, but it did not mean he had to feel good about it.
This is something he cannot abide.
'I don't have a choice right now, but I'm not going to suffer this indignity the next time,' he thought, frustrated due to buying items at their normal price, without a discount.
Buying without a discount actually means the product is on its normal price, but Jake felt as if he had been swindled.
He felt the Awakening Store was ripping him off.
'Am I being swindled or ripped off right now?'
The frustration building within him needed to find an outlet, and he found it in the form of a rather petty message.
"No cashbacks, no gifts, no discounts, what's going on here? I've purchased many things from this Store, acquired membership upgrades, and the condition of the items I purchased fit someone who just came into the service, not someone who's invested a lot of his points into your Shop. Your items look refunded or refurbished – you might want to take a look at what you send and how you send them in the future."
Thanks to his experience dealing with substandard products, Jake had mastered the art of writing purchase reviews and making them look as ridiculous as possible.
He read many more reviews from other buyers in other shops, after all.
'Leaving a review like this makes people look into this matter seriously. This isn't the first time I bought anything online; you need to do better.'
He knows this kind of review will help him in the long run, because if he makes a later purchase, the shop is somewhat obliged to put something like a pair of socks as part of the package – it's a free gift.
In fact, Jake already had experiences similar to that, before ending up here.
'The mana I have now is money well spent, however…' Jake mused, still annoyed by the lack of promotions, discounts and giveaways, but appreciating how helpful fifteen mana ended up being.
Yanking six objects with the Griefen tends to do that.
Of course, this ability has a time limit: around twenty minutes per target, and if he focuses on one target, that duration increases to around two hours.
Not that long a time, and when you take into account other factors like degree of concentration and skill use, such as the Cherry Blossom Sword Art, the duration is less than what it appears to be.
'This isn't going to work; I don't know how long the fight will go. If the Griefen won't hold him for long, I'll have to wrap up the minions then duel the Skeleritter myself, Jake thought, thinking about the 48-hour long slugfest he was in with the Cherry-Shell Snapper.'
'This guy is strong, too… and the fight won't last as long as the Snapper, but it will be just as dangerous.'
Jake's musings continued as he formulated the details of his plan to make the Skeleritter an unlimited source of points, and a key factor here was the combat strength of the boss monster.
He relied on his experience fighting a large monster like the Snapper. 
The Skeleritter was smaller, but no less dangerous; in fact, it was the most dangerous foe Jake had encountered so far.
'Okay, either I tie the big guy up and farm the skeletons for an hour, then I'd run out of mana and lose. Or I could tie up the skeletons and duel the Skeleritter, but I wouldn't have enough time. Besides, if I do that, I'd miss out on a lot of points and end up unable to pay my debts… what to do, what to do…'
Jake was currently at a loss – he wasn't confident with his abilities and the duration of the Griefen armor now, and was starting to consider other solutions.
'Do I need to call in reinforcements?'
Other solutions, such as calling in other awakeners for help, were now worth trying out.
'I've given a few awakeners a good impression, but where will I find them?'
Anyone who was unlucky enough to have been on the business end of Jake's bat would most likely go with him when asked – but finding them turned out to be the bigger problem.
Jake hauling ass with his Haste skill out of Brino without letting other awakeners catch up to him or even figuring out how to get in touch with other awakeners turned out to bite him in the ass quite hard.
'Where should I start to look for them?' Jake asked himself, his troubles continuing to pile up, but it was then that the Awakening Store sent him a reply to his review.
[Dear Customer! 
Do you have mana trouble?
Getting into situations where you end up spending your mana faster than you can get it back?
Reading Tomes of Magic not enough to help your recovery problems?
We have just the thing that will make all those troubles go away!
Introducing: the Magic Infusion Drink!
The be-all and end-all solution to all your magic point recovery problems!
You can use your skills more often, and longer!
We're providing free samples of this brand-new item for all awakeners to try! Give it a shot and watch your combat prowess skyrocket!]
The answer literally dropped from heaven to Jake's lap: something he desperately needs as of the moment.
Without missing a beat, Jake immediately checked out the event and its contents.
'This event is a little weird,' Jake thought, because something was up as soon as he saw the details: the content of the event was different from what Jake was used to: a kind of event Jake never saw before.
[This item will be given to you for free!
Having to give your town up to a bunch of skeletons is getting you down?
Well, with the help of this drink, you can start taking it back!
Honestly, we are so confident in the quality of our products, that if you cannot take your town back with this gift, we'll donate your sword to other awakeners!
Don't you think your weapon can do better with someone who can actually use it?
Do you have what it takes?]
This announcement was Veilon's brainchild.
However, Jake's response to the confirmation of the event defied his expectations.
'What kind of dumb bet is this? Why would I put my sword on the line for something like this? I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid.'
Veilon didn't know Jake's attachment to his purchases; it wasn't something that could be squashed by rousing one's desire to win.
Something else came into play, though.
[The Magic Infusion Drinks are in limited quantity due to its limited-sale status.]
The final sentence of the event had something that even Jake could not ignore: a limited-sale product.
'Is this saying what I think it's saying?'
A product that had to be obtained, at any and all costs: awakening the compulsive need to shop  that was more terrifying than a desire to win.
Jake could only answer thus:
"FINE! You're on!"

Jake Smithson was an ordinary man who lived an ordinary life and worked at an ordinary job... until he found himself on a fantasy world and tasked to fight off monsters.

While his old life revolved around one thing -- online shopping -- his way of life in this brave new world remained the same.

Despite his extraordinary circumstances... shopping, shopping never changes.

In a world so very different from his own, with his life turned upside down, he turns to the one thing he knows. Accompany Jake as he takes the first few steps on the journey of working and buying his way towards absolute power.

"Okay, so what should we call ourselves then?" Ichigo asked, lifting his large sword onto his shoulders. "You may not be the strongest one in the room, but your leadership skills are pretty good and you have the best eyes for strategy. I'll also lend you my strength!!"

Jack Freston looked around the room full of people, staring at every face, and getting dozens of gazes returned. Every single person in the room had suffered hard times, lost close friends, and came close to death countless times. They had all been forced to become strong and work as a team or end up dead at the hands of demons and even other people from this world.

"Have any of you heard of the word 'anime'," Jack said, a confident look replacing his once worried features. He already knew the answer but he wanted to be certain.

Everyone in the room shook their heads, confusion spreading over their faces, some even looked away as if they were losing faith in him. It was amazing what a mere question could do, but luckily one person asked the question he was waiting for.

"What does the word stand for exactly? I've never heard of it before." A voice rose up from the crowd. People began to move away from the person who had spoke revealing a woman. Her bright pink hair with a black bow and her unique armor were dead giveaways about who she was.

"Oh, Astolfo," Jack said with a bit of a smile. "I'm glad you asked, its much appreciated!"

"No problem Captain Jack," Astolfo said with a small smile before taking a step back. It still wasn't clear if she was a boy or a girl aa she refused to say which, but everyone just assumed she was a female based on the way she dressed.

"Anime, to put it simply, can mean many things for multiple people," Jack said, his voice rising above the murmurs of the crowd. The room full of people began to quiet, to the point where you could hear a pin drop, everyone focusing on what he was now preeching.

"Before we were all thrown into this mess a year ago, I thought it simply meant having fun," Jack said, his eyes scanning the room. "However, after enduring all the hardships, shedding all those tears, and spilling all that blood, I now realize I was wrong."

Jack closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steeling his mind and his will. "Anime stands for unity, for strength, for the iron will we all share!! It stands for never giving up on ones goals, never giving in no matter what comes our way, to pick ourselves up every time we fall. It stands for unity!! When you can't get up yourself then you can rely on the help of fellow comrades!!"

No one moved, no one spoke, and if you listenes closely, it almost sounded like they weren't even breathing. They all hung onto his every word as if it was pure gold.

"When we walk onto that battlefield from now on, people will ask who you are!!" Jack said, walking oved to the table in the center of the large room. He picked up a can of spray paint and began to spray on the large blank flag in the middle of the huge table. "They will wonder who these awe inspiring people are and what they stand for!! When they ask that all you have to do is raise your head high and yell from the top of your lungs...."

He raised up the flag which held the words, 'The Anime Legends' in big block letters, showing it everyone. "Now, I ask you this my fellow comrades, who are we??"

"the anime legends," a few of the people muttered, apparently getting what he wasnhe was going for.

"The title of legend means that we are not weak," Jack said, a blazing fire in his eyes. "So let me hear you say who you are!!"

"The Anime Legends," said the crowd, the majority joining in, but they weren't exactly yelling and this apparently displeased Jack.

"When people ask you who you are, is that the response you'll give them?" Jack asked, jumping up onto the table to stnad above the crowd. "We are Legends, the anime legends, NOW LET ME HERE YOU SAY IT!!"

"WE ARE THE ANIME LEGENDS!!"

//This takes place six months into the story, I just wanted you to get a sneak peek of whats to come, as well as who you my writing style

So make sure to comment below on what you think of it....thanks guys for your support!!!

Jack Freston was just an average kid with an average life......until he was beamed up in some sort of light. 

The next thing he knew, he was transported to another world along with literally hundreds of other anime characters by sone sort of all powerful being calling himself "The Game Master". 

Every anime character had their powers sealed away, making them ordinary humans (if they werent humans already). Now, Jack, along with every single character who had been summoned, had to participate in a game. 

The game was simple, become the strongest cultivator in the entire world. It was up to each individual to adapt or risk dying in the hands of the story. 

The winner would have the chance to make a single wish. 

//Please note that this story is meant for true otakus and you must have knowledge of MANY anime in order to understand. I will try to help where I can but its better if you have prior knowledge......... 

//Also the world their in.......its from one of my novels.......The Last One Standing which has barely started

Summoning the goddess of confidence, I take a whiff of air before voicing out my innermost feelings.
"Thank you for this hairpin, Sol. Also, for encouraging me before. But it just turned out that I don't have that thing you call as passion after all. I also failed every trial test I took... Even so, I decided that I'd start over again. I'll find out what I really want and pursue it no matter what!"
A moment of nerve-wracking silence sprawls amidst us. I'm not sure why I'm this scared to disappoint someone, considering how I always have my way no matter what people think of me. It could just be the heart-pounding disquietude that hammers my chest at the moment, or the irritating pessism I've been having these days. Even then, however, I still can't help but get the cold feet. That's until Sol begins patting my head with a smile, snapping me out of my burrowing hole of thoughts.
"That's great. I'll be rooting for you."
At that, my eyes lit up with joy while my chest swells with admiration. I can't believe that such a few words can lift my spirits up this instant. Though I already have a feeling that he wouldn't really judge me for being like this, I also didn't expect he'd support me even more. Now, I feel a bit more assured than I have been for the past days. Then, with that out of the way, there's only one thing left for me to say.
"A-And Sol, the truth is… I-I really li-"
"Sol! Lillian! There you are!"
I abruptly halted my words when Felicity called us from a distance. I almost bit my tongue at how sudden her entrance is. At that, the chance to confess to Sol suddenly gets blown by the wind. Though he still asked for me to continue afterwards, I only shook my head and told him it's not important. My courage is already slowly dwindling at this point, so I decided to just wait for a better opportunity. Besides, I should ponder over my feelings for a little longer since I don't want to say it so rashly. 
"I heard that Duke Cielo's son is just nearby. We might actually see him here!" Felicity enthused, surprising both of us.
She's probably a fan or it's just really difficult to not bat an eye on this. Her ecstatic state makes her look even cuter than ever, though. Dragged by her zestfulness, Sol and I have no choice but to trail after this venerable member of the ducal family. It took us several minutes before we finally stumbled upon the speculated location, which turned out to be an open area with a resplendent water fountain in the middle. As expected, a large audience is already there to spectate as well.
"He really is here! I knew it!"
"Wait, Felicity! You might trip with how fast you're walking."
I kind of agree with Sol at this, considering how high those pointed heels are. I don't know about them, but they sure look hazardous to me. Those sharp tips can actually be used as a weapon or something. It might probably turn out to be a good replacement for a knife.
When I'm about to tail the two, a glimpse of something incongruous suddenly stops me on my tracks. My eyes instantly tow after the specter-like figure, but eventually lose sight of it as if it's just some kind of mirage. Despite vanishing as immediately as it appeared, it's too conspicuous to just overlook. Then, drawn by its striking form, I let my feet drag me to where it went off to. I just keep on shoving my way amongst the swarm of spectators, consequently reaching another crowded alleyway. I turn to the corner and finally find what I'm looking for.
Even in a dress shirt, a sack suit jacket, a pair of pants, and a top hat, this person is unmistakably a woman. 
The way she paces so elegantly, that domineering feminine aura, and her delicate curves are dead giveaways. Her jet black hair is rolled inside her hat, so it's less obvious to most people. I assume that nobody will even give it a benefit of the doubt since everyone here highly values their stereotypical perceptions on clothing.
For some reason, this gorgeous lady is disguised as a man.
"Excuse me!"
I call out to her but fail to get any response. The lady just continues walking until she eventually fades out of sight. She probably didn't hear me since she's already too far.
"From what I know, women aren't allowed to dress up like that… Is she crossdressing? Even then, she still looks so stunningly beautiful."
That day, while Felicity and Sol were anticipating a royal blood's arrival, I was lured in a fleeting reverie by the appearance of the mysterious woman in a suit. It might be possible that a small cluster of women fancies men's clothes after all. But then, it's not really about what she was wearing. It caught my attention since I found it unexpectedly fashionable on women, especially with such a bold and dominating character. It accentuated her womanly facets that are normally not shown when wearing a dress.
When I returned to the restaurant after our outing, Madeline asked me for the deet. She sounds more like prying than curious, though. It's as if I'm being interviewed. Then again, she did tell me that most people from downtown don't visit the town square that often. It's because only the upper and middle classes can afford buying the stuff there. Most people from downtown, such as ourselves, only settle for the market.
"Oh, wanna see what I got?" I questioned to which Madeline just nodded furiously.
I then fish out the flower hairpin and show it to her, much to her delighted surprise.
"Wow… That looks expensive. How did you pay for it?"
"Well, Sol did-"
"Sol…? A guy?!"
Madeline looks fired up all of the sudden. Her knowing grin somehow gives me a hunch that this conversation about my trip might turn into something entirely different.

“Me? A model…? No way!” 

Or so she thought.

At the age of sixteen, Lillian Daffodil was to embark on a journey of ‘finding oneself’ – an archaic proverb that means shaping one’s future. Lillian is a commoner who’s quite privileged to carry out this quest in the prestigious city of Ellicht, the prosperous walled capital of the empire where professionals of various expertise are trained by undergoing apprenticeship. From merchants to craftsmen, the range of courses to choose from is broad. Yet, for the country bumpkin with a peculiar sense of ingenuity, the search for oneself is more grueling and complicated than what she initially believed.

“Why even train or work? I could just marry off to a nobleman or something! I'll be able to live a lavish life in no time!”

Or so she thought.

At the age of sixteen, Lillian Daffodil – reckless and hoydenish with unladylike mien and pursuits – made enemies of Cupid and turned out to be an unfortunate case in matters of love.

Just how will a girl of no luck in both affairs survive?

(UPDATES ONE TO TWO CHAPTERS A DAY)

May hang over pa rin si Yra sa proposal sa kanya ni Jion nung nagdaang araw, syempre walang kasing saya ang pakiramdam niya, para syang nasa sa cloud nine! well sino ba naman ang hindi magiging masaya? pagkatapos ng lahat ng pinagdaanan nila!

"Ate baka mahipan ka ng hangin jan!" puna sa kanya ni Sabrina, "kanina ka pa nakangiti ah! anu bang iniisip mo at kahapon ka pa masayang masaya!"


Pano ba niya ipapaliwanag sa kapatid ang nangyari! "Wala, natutuwa lang ako!" bumalik sya sa pagbabrowse ng internet ng mga bago at trending na design para sa mga gagamitin niya sa mga event nila.

"Sobra naman ata sa tuwa! eh mahahalit na yang pisngi mo sa pagkakangiti eh! bakit ka nga masaya te?" kulit pa rin nito.

"Nag proposed na sakin si Jion kahapon!" si Sabrina naman ang napatigil sa pagaayos ng giveaways na inorder sa kanila.

"Talaga ate!" binitawan nitp ang hawak na glue gun, at lumapit sa kanya. "Kamusta yung proposal sweet ba? anong style!"

Para naman syang nangangarap na binalikan yung mga pangyayari, "kakain na sana kami ng lunch nung sinabi nyang pakakasalan daw niya ako!" 

"Huh yun lang?" nangungunot ang noo ni Sab sa kanya, "Wala man lang pa surprise effect?"

Umiling iling siya sa kapatid, "Wala eh! basta tinanong nya lang ako kung papayag ba akong magpakasal sa kanya, tapos umoo nalang ako!"


"Kala ko pa naman bongga ang magiging proposal ng isang Jion Guia, hindi pala!" bumalik na sa ginagawa ang kapatid niya. "Kailan mo naman balak sabihin kina nanay?"

"Sa Sunday na siguro, sana lang hindi mabigla si nanay." nawala ang ngiti sa labi ni Yra, yun nga pala ang inaalala niya! pano kung magalit na naman ang nanay niya? baka magkasakit na naman yun!


Nasa ganong pagiisip sya ng tumunog ang telepono nya. Si Heshi?

"Hello kambal!" bungad niya dito.

"Hey kambal busy kaba?" tanong nito sa kanya sa garalgal na boses.

"Okey ka lang ba? bat ganyan ang boses mo?" tanong niya dito.

"Kambal wag kang mabibigla ha, si Jion naaksidente kaninang umaga." 

Ano daw si Jion naaksidente? tama ba sya ng naririnig?

"Anong sinasabi mo? kakatawag nya lang sakin kaninang umaga pag gising ko! ano bang nangyari? okey lang ba sya?" halos hindi na sya makahinga sa sobrang kaba, parang umuugong ang loob ng tainga niya sa narinig.

"Susunduin ka jan ng tauhan ni Jion hintayin mo nalang." hindi na naiintindihan ni Yra ang sinasabi ng kaibigan sa kabilang linya, dahil naguunahan ng pumatak ang mga luha.

"Ate bakit ka umiiyak? may problema ba?" nagaalala siyang nilapitan ng kapatid kaya iniabot niya dito ang telepono at ito na ang nakipagusap kay Heshi.

Halos hindi makahakbang si Yra palapit sa ICU na kinalalagyan ni Jion, wala pa rin itong malay dahil sa tindi ng tamang natamo nito buhat sa aksidente. Papasok na daw sana ito sa opisina ng banggain ang kotse nito ng rumaragasang pampasaherong jeep na nawalan ng preno at natumbok nito driver seat kung saan nandoon si Jion.

Hindi niya napigil ang paghagulhol ng makita ang sinapit ng nobyo, puno ito ng pasa at sugat sa buong mukha nito, halos mahimatay si Yra dahil sa sakit na nararamdaman kaya inalalayan sya ng nurse na lumabas muna roon.

"Kambal."  Sinalubong siya ng kaibigan ng mahigpit na yakap ganon din ang asawa nito at mga magulang ni Jion.

"Ano po bang sabi ng doktor?" lakas loob niyang tanong sa mga magulang ni Jion.

"Sa ngayun maayos naman sya pero kailangan maoperahan dahil may pagdurugo sa utak nya," sagot sa kanya ng kuya Juno nito. "kinontak na namin si Cielo pabalik na sya dito at kasama niya ang neuro surgeon na magoopera kay Jion."

Lalong napalakas ang paghagulhol ni Yra, hindi niya lubos maisip na mangyayari iyon kay Jion.

"Sa ngayon Hija, umaasa kaming gagaling si Jion dahil isa sa pinakamagaling na surgeon si Doc Martin kaya wag kang mawawalan ng pagasa." sabi ni Mr. Lorenzo sa kanya.


tinutulungan syang makaupo ni Heshi sa katabing silya dahil halos mawalan na ng pakiramdam ang mga tuhod niya ng dumating ang sinasabi ng mga itong doktor na gagamot kay Jion kasama ni Cielo.

Halos hindi na nagsalita ang dalaga kitang kita sa mukha nito ang hinagpis lalo na ng yumakap ito sa kanyang ina.

"Hush princess, wag ka ng umiyak gagaling ang kuya mo okey." alo ni Mrs Guia dito.

Dali dali namang kinuha ng doktor ang chart ni Jion at pinagaralan iyon habang silang lahat ay tahimik na nagdadasal.

Inabot ng sampung oras ang operasyon ni Jion at sa buong panahon niyon ay hindi umalis si Yra at ang pamilya nito sa labas ng operating room. 

Sinalubong nilang lahat ang paglabas doon ni Doc Martin na mukhang pagod na pagod.

"Doc kamusta ang kapatid ko?" ani Cielo dito. "tapos naba ang operasyon? nakaligtas ba ang kapatid ko?" sunod sunod na tanong nito sa doktor.

"Cielo relax okay, hindi ako nagpakahirap ng matagal na panahon sa pagaaral kung hindi ko naman maiiligtas ang mga pasyente ko sa ganitong sitwasyon!" tugon nito.

Sabay sabay din silang nakahinga ng maluwag sa sinabi ng doktor. "Isa lang ang magiging problema natin sa kanya sa ngayon, dahil nadamage ang bahagi ng ulo nya kaya maaaring may mga bagay syang makalimutan at hindi agad nya maalala pero gagawan naman natin ng paraan para hindi umabot sa ganoon. at malalaman natin ang resulta ng operasyon pag gising niya." mahabang paliwanag nito.

Nang mailipat sa private room si Jion para sa recovery nito ay umuwi muna si Yra para puntahan ang anak na walang kamalay malay sa nangyayari sa ama nito. Ipinaliwanag din niya sa mga magulang kalagayan ngayun ng nobyo.

Nagpasya syang kinabukasan nalang muna babalik sa ospital dahil kailangan pa niyang asikasuhin ang anak dahil hindi pa pwedeng mapagod ang kanyang ina sa pagaalaga dito at si Sabrina naman ang tatao sa opisina niya.

Magdamag na halos hindi sya natutulog at wala na syang ginawa kundi paulit ulit na magdasal para sa kalagayan ni Jion, at sa magdamag na iyon ay inalala niya lahat ng masayang pinagsamahan nila lalong lalo na proposal nito nung nagdaang araw.

Pareho lang kayo Yra! Kung ikaw ay nagising sa kama ng iba, siya naman ay nagising na may kasamang iba!

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