We can only love. We don't have the ability to unlove them once we are hooked. The amount of love may increase or decrease. It may change face but it will never wither. It would always be within us with or without our consent. You may say it's gone but sometimes it just sleeps because we try to act nonchalantly or we're accustomed to the pain it brings... but it is still there, waiting for the right time to wake up and, once again, flow in our veins...

Everyone knows fairy tales, they are read to us as children. Every fairy tale has a happy ending, or at least our versions do. This isn't an ordinary fairy tale, there is no 'happy ending', only lies and stories that make us believe there is. Follow the story of four teens that were about to start a war.

What will you do when you have made a bad choice in life? 

A choice so severe, that it changes the entire direction of your life.
 
For someone like me, I would do everything in my power to change it. I would close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm my frantic nerves. I would clear my mind and forget everything that ever happened; the sorrowful memories, and even the happy ones — everything that ever occurred during the span of my new fate. 

Not long ago someone asked me, "If you could live your life over again, what would you do differently?" I laughed bitterly at the question as memories sped through my mind like an ever going bullet train traveling 80 miles per hour. 

Everything changed in a snap when I said I would accept the proposal. At first I tried, gods knew I did, I gave my earnest sincerity to accept my newfound fate, enduring and overcoming every obstacle that I came upon not matter how fatigue I had become. 

But now, I was never more determined to put things back to where it, back to when I was the happiest. 

The life changing choice that I made granted me many things, a life of luxury and glamour, a life where you were admired by thousand, beloved my millions and respected in the entire world. It provided me with dazzling bejeweled jewelries, stunning fashionable clothes, glamorous shoes that any girl would die for, and fame out weighing the hottest celebrities and riches by the millions. 

But I have never felt lonelier in my life. 

I was the definition of a Modern day Cinderella, casted off into an intimidating new fate that she didn't want. Cinderella never asked for a prince. The only difference between the Cinderella popped out from your fairy tale books and me, was that I was unwilling from the very start. I didn't have a choice. I hated the glamour, I hated the fame, and I despised everything that came with the glory of my new title. 

No one actually knew what happened to Cinderella after she got married to the prince, no one knew about her insecurities, her loneliness, and her sadness. The ending was always portrayed as the perfect fairy tale happy ending; everyone was joyful and contented at the very end. 

But what would happen if I tell you that Cinderella wasn't happy? 

Let's put a twist to the typical fairy tale ending. What if I were to tell you that Cinderella hated the new life that she found? What would happen when the prince that she had found was a stubborn selfish heartthrob? What would happen when Cinderella and the prince hadn't loved each other at the beginning? What if the path to being a princess consists of harsh criticism, endless tears of heartbreak, and immense sacrifice on her part? 

What will Cinderella do in that case? 

The answer is simple, clever yet cowardly; Cinderella would runaway. 

Because all the things that she used to do: Roaming around carelessly on the streets of Seoul and enjoying the warm sun rays, lining up to catch the hottest blockbuster movies at the theater, working at her part-time jobs, gossiping with her dearest friends at her favorite yogurt store and riding on the ever crowded subway — all the little things that she didn't care for before were taken away from her, and right now, she yearned greatly for it. 

Like a stunning beautiful butterfly, she had once flew around blissfully contented with everything she had. But now, the very wings that granted her freedom were thorn and battered, stripped away from her. She just couldn't fly anymore. 

So Cinderella had no other choice than to run away, to drop everything to the ground and just run away from her suffocating lifestyle. She didn't want to be a butterfly that couldn't spread her wings freely and fly. 

I refuse to be Cinderella ever again. 

I will throw away my dazzling crown, and trade it for a cap to conceal my face. I would strip myself of all the beautiful lavish dresses and exchange them for simple comfortable commoner clothes. I would remove my sparkling glass slippers and tie up the shoelaces of my favorite worn-out running shoes. 

And to put an end to the never-ending circle, I would finish everything with a letter to pour out my heartfelt gratitude and I will return my most precious item back to my beloved prince – a dazzling ruby wedding ring that signifies our union. 

Because I know when dawn comes, prince charming can never find his Cinderella again for the glass slipper that leads to her would forever be shattered beyond means.

Have you ever wondered what happened to Cinderella after she married her prince?

Most would say, she lived happily ever after. But as she found out, ‘happy ever after’ was only a hyperbolic phrase that was only used to end many fairy tales.

Not many women could say she that had married her prince, so imagine her shock when average 19-year-old Lee Kara was forcibly engaged to wed the Crown Prince of Korea, Kwon Tae Hyun! Despite their hatred for each other, both unwilling parties agree to the marriage, each with their own agenda.
 
Entering the dark lonely palace, Kara searches for love and peace as she fought through snobbish imperial relatives, lies and deceit, eventually getting entangled in the fight for the throne.

Behind the luxury and glamour of her newfound royal lifestyle, the secrets of a murder were slowing unfolding and she found herself as a chess piece between a game of thrones. Amidst it all, she found herself relying on her husband, the heartthrob of Korea Kwon Tae Hyun for guidance as her only grip for stability.

Revenge, betrayal, secrets, love. 

Falling for a prince has its consequences and in a society where love will never conquer all, Kara will find out if their love was truly worth it.

“Cinderella never asked for a prince,” she said bleakly, tears running down her face. “She asked for a night off, and a beautiful dress… I... don’t want this anymore, I can’t do this. Cinderella… Wouldn’t want this...”

“But Cinderella was in love,” he replied stoically. “And so was her prince.”

“But I am not Cinderella,” she said firmly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “And you are not my prince.”

Set in an alternate reality where a Korean constitutional monarchy existed in the 21st century. 

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Genre: Romance Fiction

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incident are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

5-7 chapters every week!

Inspired by the K-Drama "The Last Empress". I have always been so intrigued by the fights among royalty. 

I hope you do give this novel a chance! I apologize in advance for any errors, I am still learning and brushing up on my writing. 

Please do leave a review as well! I would love to hear what you think! 

Cover art is not owned by me, credits to the owner!

The girls in the school are a hell of a sight to see it's like they see their longtime soulmate come to them after a long time. Hell some even post it online and brag  that they saw Lelouch.


That's how famous he is in the world, He is like a prince from a fairy tale some are even arguing that he really is a prince from a fairy tale. He walked with elegance and radiate's pressure and energy that make's the onlooker think's twice about approaching him.
 

He radiate's an energy, that's like im a prince, a king and someone who is better than everyone here combine are you even worthy of talking to me? That's how the onlooker's felt mainly the boy's.
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Kaguya Pov




But someone is more shock than all of this girls combine she is Kaguya Shinomiya. She's shock that she's supposedly fiance is here.

How can she explain this to President? How will he fell about this? Will he despise me or will he completly ignore me from now on. 


And how will my supposedly fiance will fell when he know's that i like president. Will he kill me or will he kill president, There's a rumuor that he killed someone daring to take what's his.


****NARRATOR****

Kaguya is overeacting too much firsly her fiance doent even know her personally or like her. But their's a chance he will kill the boy that's trying to seduce his fiance. The young prodigy is considered to be very possesive to thing's he own.


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Miyuki Shirogane Pov


So this is Shinomiya supposed fiance.... (Hmmp)'I'm still better looking and im sure im more intellegent than him...

Ok who am i kidding this guy is the real definition of Prince Charming of the World.



How the hell can i contend with him if he want shinomiya. I know he can get her to fall for her for just a day, why do you say i said that?


Hell he made the Princess of the Rothchild family fall for him for just an hour! yah an hour! ... How the hell can someone fall that easily.... I need to think of plan to make shinomiya confess to me fast i dont want that guy to steal shinomiya from me... And to make them not meet each other.




****NARRATOR/**


While Shirogane is thinking of a plan to supposedly get rid of his rival for the love of shinomiya our protagonist is thinking on what japanese food should he eat this lunch, Remember that he just came back from brittania and want's to eat a japanese cuisin after a long time. His stomache and taste bud's are craving for it.



While he think's about his food, he doesnt know that he reach the Student Council Room. And gonna meet a Cute Girl( Probably you already guess who this is)

This will feature the odd life of Lelouch Lamperouge

THIS IS A CROSSOVER OF KAGUYA SAMA LOVE IS WAR AND CODE GEASSE.. ENJOY!!!


Note:That English is not my main language there will be spelling error's and grammatical errors. I only update when i feel like it

(Im not really good at making sypnosis)

Once upon a time…" Mrs. Peters said to her sixth-grade class. "These are the most magical words
our world has ever known and the gateway into the greatest stories ever told. They're an immediate
calling to anyone who hears them—a calling into a world where everyone is welcome and anything
can happen. Mice can become men, maids can become princesses, and they can teach valuable
lessons in the process."
Alex Bailey eagerly sat straight up in her seat. She usually enjoyed her teacher's lessons, but this
was something especially close to her heart.
"Fairy tales are much more than silly bedtime stories," the teacher continued. "The solution to
almost every problem imaginable can be found in the outcome of a fairy tale. Fairy tales are life
lessons disguised with colorful characters and situations.
" 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf ' teaches us the value of a good reputation and the power of honesty.
'Cinderella'shows us the rewards of having a good heart. 'The Ugly Duckling' teaches us the
meaning of inner beauty."
Alex's eyes were wide, and she nodded in agreement. She was a pretty girl with bright blue eyes
and short strawberry-blonde hair that was always kept neatly out of her face with a headband.
The way the other students stared at their teacher as if the lesson being taught were in another
language, was something Mrs. Peters had never grown accustomed to. So, Mrs. Peters would often
direct entire lessons to the front row, where Alex sat.
Mrs. Peters was a tall, thin woman who always wore dresses that resembled old, patterned sofas.
Her hair was dark and curly and sat perfectly on the top of her head like a hat (and her students often
thought it was). Through a pair of thick glasses, her eyes were permanently squinted from all the
judgmental looks she had given her classes over the years.
"Sadly, these timeless tales are no longer relevant in our society," Mrs. Peters said. "We have
traded their brilliant teachings for small-minded entertainment like television and video games.
Parents now let obnoxious cartoons and violent movies influence their children.
"The only exposure to the tales some children acquire are versions bastardized by film
companies. Fairy tale 'adaptations' are usually stripped of every moral and lesson the stories were
originally intended to teach, and replaced with singing and dancing forest animals. I recently read that
films are being created depicting Cinderella as a struggling hip-hop singer and Sleeping Beauty as a
warrior princess battling zombies!"
"Awesome," a student behind Alex whispered to himself.
Alex shook her head. Hearing this made her soul hurt. She tried to share her disapproval with her
fellow classmates but, sadly, her concern was not reciprocated.
"I wonder if the world would be a different place if everyone knew these tales in the way the
Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen intended them to be known," Mrs. Peters said. "I
wonder if people would learn from the Little Mermaid's heartbreak when she dies at the end of her
real story. I wonder if there would be so many kidnappings if children were shown the true dangers
that Little Red Riding Hood faced. I wonder if delinquents would be so inclined to misbehave if they
knew about the consequences Goldilocks caused for herself with the Three Bears.
"There is so much to learn and prevent for our futures if we just open our eyes to past teachings.
Perhaps if we embraced fairy tales as much as we could, it would be much easier to find our own
happily-ever-afters."
If Alex had her way, Mrs. Peters would be rewarded with thunderous applause after each lesson
she gave. Unfortunately, all that followed her classes was a mutual sigh of relief among the students,
thankful that they were over. "Let's see how well you all know your fairy tales," the teacher said with
a smile, and began pacing the room. "In 'Rumpelstiltskin,' what did the young maiden's father tell the
king that his daughter could spin hay into? Does anyone know?"
Mrs. Peters scanned the classroom like a shark looking for wounded fish. Only one student raised
her hand.
"Yes, Miss Bailey?" Mrs. Peters called.
"He claimed she could spin hay into gold," Alex said.
"Very good, Miss Bailey," Mrs. Peters said. If she had a favorite student—not that she would ever
admit to having one—Alex would have been it.
Alex was always eager to please. She was the definition of a bookworm. It didn't matter what
time of day it was—before school, during school, after school, before bed—she was always reading.
She had a thirst for knowledge and, because of it, Alex was usually the first person to answer Mrs.
Peters's questions.
She tried her best to impress her classmates with every chance she got, putting extra effort into
each book report and class presentation she was assigned. However, this usually annoyed the other
students, and Alex was often teased for it.
She constantly heard other girls making fun of her behind her back. She usually spent lunch alone
under a tree somewhere with an open library book. Although she would never tell anyone, Alex was
so lonely that sometimes it hurt.
"Now, can anyone tell me what the compromise was that the maiden made with Rumpelstiltskin?"
Alex waited a moment before putting her hand up. She didn't want to seem like a total teacher's
pet.
"Yes, Miss Bailey?"
"In exchange for turning the hay into gold, the maiden promised to give Rumpelstiltskin her firstborn child when she became queen," Alex explained.
"That's a pretty steep deal," said a boy behind Alex.
"What's a creepy old short man want with a baby anyway?" a girl next to him asked.
"Obviously, he couldn't adopt with a name like Rumpelstiltskin," another student added.
"Did he eat the baby?" someone else asked nervously.
Alex turned around to face her clueless peers.
"You're all missing the point of the story," Alex said. "Rumpelstiltskin took advantage of the
maiden because she was in need. The story is about the price of a bad negotiation. What are we
willing to give up long-term in the future for something short-term in the present? Get it?"
If Mrs. Peters could change her facial expression, she would have looked very proud. "Nicely put,
Miss Bailey," she said. "I must say, in all my years of teaching, I've rarely come across a pupil with
as much in-depth knowledge as—"
A loud snore suddenly came from the back of the classroom. A boy in the back row was slouched
over his desk and drooling from the corner of his mouth, very much asleep.
Alex had a twin brother, and it was moments like these that made her wish she didn't.
Mrs. Peters diverted her attention to him like a paper clip to a magnet.
"Mr. Bailey?" Mrs. Peters asked.
He continued to snore.
"Mr. Bailey?" Mrs. Peters asked again, kneeling down closer to him.
He let out another enormous snore. A few of the students wondered how it was possible for such a
loud noise to come out of him.
"Mr. Bailey!" Mrs. Peters shouted in his ear.
As if someone had lit a firework under his seat, Conner Bailey jumped back to life, almost
knocking his desk over.
"Where am I? What happened?" Conner asked in a panicked state of confusion. His eyes darted
around the room while his brain tried to remember where he was.
Like his sister, he also had bright blue eyes and strawberry-blond hair. His face was round and
freckled and, at the moment, slightly smushed to one side like a basset hound when it first wakes up
from a nap.
Alex couldn't have been more embarrassed by her brother. Besides sharing looks and a birth date,
she and her brother couldn't have been more different. Conner may have had a lot of friends, but
unlike his sister, he had trouble in school… mostly trouble staying awake.
"I'm so glad you could rejoin us, Mr. Bailey," Mrs. Peters said sternly. "Did you have a nice
nap?"
Conner turned bright red.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Peters," he apologized, trying to be as genuine as possible. "Sometimes when
you talk for long periods of time, I doze off. No offense. I can't help it."
"You fall asleep in my class at least twice a week," Mrs. Peters reminded him.
"Well, you do talk a lot." Before he could stop himself from saying it, Conner knew it was the
wrong thing to say. A few of the students had to bite their hands to stop laughing.
"I recommend you stay awake while I teach, Mr. Bailey," Mrs. Peters threatened. Conner had
never seen anyone squint their eyes so tight without shutting them before. "Unless you know enough
about fairy tales to teach this lesson yourself," she added.
"I probably do," Conner said. Once again, he spoke without thinking. "I mean, I know a lot about
this stuff, that's all."
"Oh, really?" Mrs. Peters never backed down from a challenge, and every student's worst
nightmare was that they'd be her challenger. "All right, Mr. Bailey, if you're so knowledgeable,
answer this question."
Conner gulped.
"In the original tale of Sleeping Beauty, how many years does the princess sleep before she is
awoken by true love's first kiss?" Mrs. Peters asked, studying his face.
All eyes were on him, impatiently waiting for the slightest indication that he didn't know the
answer. But fortunately for Conner, he did.
"One hundred," Conner answered. "Sleeping Beauty slept for one hundred years. That's why the
castle grounds were covered in vines and stuff because the curse affected everyone in the kingdom,
and there was no one to garden."
Mrs. Peters didn't know what to say or do. She frowned down at him, immensely surprised. This
was the first time he had ever been correct when she'd put him on the spot, and she certainly hadn't
expected it.
"Try to stay conscious, Mr. Bailey. Lucky for you, I used my last detention slip this morning, but I
can always request more," Mrs. Peters said, and promptly walked to the front of the classroom to
continue her lesson.
Conner sighed with relief, and the red drained from his face. His eyes met his sister's; even she
was surprised he had gotten the answer right. Alex hadn't expected Conner to remember any fairy
tales….
"Now, class, I want you all to get out your literature books, turn to page one hundred and seventy,
and read 'Little Red Riding Hood' quietly to yourselves," Mrs. Peters instructed.
The students did as they were told. Conner made himself as comfortable as possible at hhis desk
and began reading. The story, the pictures, and the characters were all so familiar to him.
One of the things Alex and Conner looked forward to the most when they were very young had
been the trips to see their grandmother. She lived up in the mountains in the heart of the woods in a
tiny house that could best be described as a cottage, if such a thing still existed.
It was a long journey, a few hours by car, but the twins loved every minute of it. Their anticipation
would grow as they traveled up the windy roads and through the endless trees, and when they crossed
a yellow bridge, the twins would excitedly exclaim, "We're almost there! We're almost there!"
Once they arrived, their grandmother would greet them at the door with open arms and hugs so
tight they would almost pop.
"Look at you two! You've both grown a foot since the last time I saw you!" Grandma would say,
even if they hadn't, and then would lead them inside, where a freshly baked batch of cookies waited
for them.
Their father had grown up in the woods and would spend hours each day telling the twins his
adventures as a kid: all the trees he'd climbed, all the streams he'd swum, and all the ferocious
animals he'd barely escaped from. Most of his retellings were highly exaggerated, but they loved this
time with him more than anything else in the world.
"Someday, when you're older, I'll take you to all the secret places where I used to play," their
father would tease them. He was a tall man with kind eyes that would wrinkle whenever he smiled,
and he smiled quite a bit, especially when he was teasing the twins.
At night the twins' mother would help their grandmother cook dinner and, after they had eaten, as
soon as the dishes were done, the family would sit around the fireplace. Their grandmother would
open her big storybook, and she and their father would take turns reading the twins fairy tales until
they fell asleep. Sometimes the Bailey family would be up until sunrise.
They told the stories with such detail and passion that it didn't matter how many times the twins
heard the same story. They were the best memories any child could ask for.
Unfortunately, the twins hadn't been back to their grandmother's cottage in a very long time….
"MR. BAILEY!" Mrs. Peters shouted. Conner had dozed off again.
"Sorry, Mrs. Peters!" he bellowed back, sitting straight up in his seat like a soldier on guard. If
looks could kill, Conner would have been dead from the scowl she was sending him.
"What did we think of the real Little Red Riding Hood?" the teacher asked her class.
A girl with frizzy hair and thick braces raised her hand.
"Mrs. Peters?" the frizzy-haired girl asked. "I'm confused."
"And why is that?" Mrs. Peters said, as if asking, "What on earth could you possibly be confused
about, idiot?"
"Because, it says the Big Bad Wolf is killed by the Hunter," the frizzy-haired girl explained. "I
always thought the wolf was just upset because the other wolves in his pack made fun of his snout,
and he and Little Red Riding Hood became friends in the end. At least, that's what happened in the
cartoon I used to watch when I was little."
Mrs. Peters rolled her eyes so far into the back of her head, she could have seen what was behind
her.
"That," she said with a clenched jaw, "is exactly why we're having this lesson."
The frizzy-haired girl became wide-eyed and sad. How could something so dear to her have been
so wrong?
"For homework," Mrs. Peters said, and the room unanimously slumped in their seats, "you are to
pick your favorite fairy tale and write a paper, due tomorrow, on the real lesson the tale is trying to
teach us."
Mrs. Peters went to her desk, and the students began working on their assignment with the little
class time remaining.
"Mr. Bailey?" Mrs. Peters summoned Conner to her desk. "A word."
Conner was in deep trouble, and he knew it. He cautiously stood up and walked to Mrs. Peters's
desk. The other students gave him sorrowful looks as he walked by, as if he were walking to his
executioner.
"Yes, Mrs. Peters?" Conner asked.
"Conner, I'm trying to be very sensitive about your family situation," Mrs. Peters said, glaring at
him over the frames of her glasses.
Family situation. Two words Conner had heard too many times in the last year.
"However," Mrs. Peters continued, "there is certain behavior I just will not tolerate in my
classroom. You're constantly falling asleep in class, you don't pay attention, not to mention you quiz
and test very poorly. Your sister seems to be functioning just fine. Perhaps you could follow her
example?"
It was a comparison that felt like a kick in the stomach every time someone made it. Indeed,
Conner was not his sister by any means, and he was always punished because of it.
"If this continues, I will be forced to have a meeting with your mother, do you understand?" Mrs.
Peters warned him.
"Yes, sir—I mean ma'am! I meant ma'am! Sorry." It just hadn't been his best day.
"Okay, then. You may have a seat."
Conner slowly walked back to his seat, his head hanging slightly lower than it had all day. More
than anything, he hated feeling like a failure.
Alex had watched the entire conversation between her brother and their teacher. As much as her
brother embarrassed her, she did feel for him as only a sister could.
Alex flipped through her literature book, deciding on which story to write about. The pictures
weren't as colorful and exciting as they had been in her grandmother's book, but seeing all the
characters she had grown up reading about made her feel at home, a feeling that had recently become
a rarity.
If only fairy tales were real, she thought. Somebody could wave a wand and magically make
things how they used to be.

Alex and Conner Bailey's world is about to change.
When the twins’ grandmother gives them a treasured fairy-tale book, they have no idea they’re about to enter a land beyond all imagining: the Land of Stories, where fairy tales are real.But as Alex and Conner soon discover, the stories they know so well haven’t ended in this magical land—Goldilocks is now a wanted fugitive,
Red Riding Hood has her own kingdom, and Queen Cinderella is about to become a mother!
The twins know they must get back home somehow. But with the legendary Evil Queen hot on their trail, will they ever find the way?
The Land of Stories: The Wishing Spell brings readers on a thrilling quest filled with magic spells, laugh-out-loud humor, and page-turning adventure.
(This is copied-typed by the actual book by me)

What we consider to be the oldest novel in world literature really depends on the strictness of our definition of a novel. The looser the definition, the farther back we can go.

For example, the Japanese work the Tale of Genji(11th century A.D) by Murasaki Shikibu is often cited as the oldest novel in the world. But if you were to read the Tale of Genji, you might find it very different in nature to modern novels you are used to reading.

The modern novel is a specific type of prose fiction that only really became popular and recognized as a distinct form in the 18th century. We have now come to expect that a novel will include certain elements, including a plot, a protagonist or narrator, some central characters, possibly some central themes, and a conflict that may or may not be resolved. Many novels contain a climax near the end.

The Tale of Genji is wonderful literature, especially in Arthur Waley's idiomatic translation, but the plot is meandering, it does not have an ending, and the narrative is frequently interrupted by hundreds of poems. In order to include the Tale of Genji as a candidate for world's oldest novel, we are taking a relatively broad view of what we consider to be a novel. Under this broad definition, the Satyriconwritten by Petronius in the 1st century A.D. would easily beat the Tale of Genji to the title of world's oldest novel.

Under a stricter definition, Don Quixote (1605–1615) by Miguel de Cervantes might be considered the world's first novel.

A book that many consider to be the world's first "modern novel" is Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe, which was first published in 1719. Robinson Crusoe marks the beginning of realistic fiction in world literature, and is certainly another contender for the world's first novel depending on the strictness of our definition.



Caitlin and Laura had been friends for a long time, but Laura’s triple billionaire dating arrangement brought out the worse in Caitlin.  Laura decided that she would have to be the bigger person and extend the olive branch of peace to preserve that friendship.  After all, she contacted the three guys, why not reach out to an old friend?

Caitlin agreed to come over.  When she entered the loft it was impossible not to notice how it was filled almost to capacity with flowers, expensive gifts, and assorted other luxuries.  And that was just with a superficial glance from the doorway.  Caitlin almost turned around and left right then.  Laura sensed her hesitation, and hugged her, which required Caitlin to step forward so Laura could close the door and help to ease her friend through the doorway.  

“It just doesn’t stop, does it?” Caitlin spat out her first words to her friend.

“Caitlin, I’m trying to make up.  Why pour salt in the wound?” Laura stated, “Why does this bother you so much?  You are acting like I am doing all of this just to hurt you.”

Caitlin raised her voice, “My friend is acting like a common slut and I am supposed to just stand by and watch these men buy you off and pass you around?”

“A slut?”

“A slut.”

“But you don’t understand.  I care about these guys for who they are as individuals, not for their billions, or however much they’re worth, and influence.”

“That only makes you a dumb slut with a big heart who thinks...who thinks...”

“Who thinks what?  Get it out Caitlin.  You haven’t had any trouble speaking your mind up to this point.  Who thinks what?”

“Who thinks that they care about you.  You’re nothing but a cheap and easy lay.  Once they’ve used you up, they’ll get bored and be on to the next thing.  These gifts are nothing to them.  Like pennies for the average person.”

“How dare you!”

“You can’t handle it but you need to hear me out.  I’m not going to sugar coat it and it may not be what you want to hear, but it’s the truth.”

“I get it now, Caitlin.  You can’t stand it.  The attention, the gifts, the flowers, the dates, the competition for my affection.  You wish it was you.  You’re not sought after by them but I am and you. can’t. stand. it.  You’re jealous!” Laura was breathless and almost hoarse from the argument.

“You’re wrong!” Caitlin shouted at Laura, “You’re wrong because you’re whipped and you don’t even realize it.  Have you slept with any or all of these men?”

“That’s none of your business and it does not even matter,” Laura continued, her heart breaking that her friend thought so little of her.

“Really?  You HAVE slept with all of them.”

Warm tears were rolling down Laura’s cheeks.  “Did you come to criticize me or offer the support that you would want if you were in my shoes?”

“I AM offering support.  You just can’t tell because you think that because they have money it doesn’t make you any less of a slut.  Wake up.  You are not upstanding.  They send you a few trinkets, spend a little on you for a date, then they confuse you into thinking that they actually care about you.  Wake up before you are in too deep and hurt too bad.  It’s nothing more than a competition.”

“How do you even think this is being supportive?  All of these years I have stood by and watched guy after guy bypass me for you and been happy for you.  Then I get a little attention and you become a jealous b*tch, wishing it was for you, dying inside that, for the first time, it is not.”

“I’m not living in some filthy closet filled with two bit trashy Valentine’s Day knock offs offered to keep you hanging on and giving it up.”

“ENOUGH!!!!” Laura screamed.  “I tried to be the bigger person.  But all you know how to do is hurt.  Maybe that’s why you don’t have anybody in the first place and I’ve got three men to your zero.”

“Does it feel better now that you hurt me for telling you the truth?”

“I dunno.  Did it hurt to hear what you don’t want to acknowledge?”

“I don’t need this.  Next time you call me, make sure that you’ve outgrown being a mistress shared by three men who’s too stupid to realize it or get anything out of it.  I’m outta here.”

“Good riddance.  You wish you had what I have.  Take a look in the mirror.  If what I have is the definition of being a slut, then you’ve been one since I’ve known you.”

“How dare you!”

“I don’t need your support if what you call support is really just jealousy in disguise.”

“Don’t call me when you’ve hit rock bottom with your triple romance.  Remember that I told you so.  I don’t want to be around when your house of cards falls apart.”

“Don’t worry.  I don’t want you to be around you, period,” Laura said, overwhelmed with sadness and disappointed over losing her best friend.  

Caitlin stormed out and Laura slammed the door behind her.  Laura stomped away to her bedroom and cried it out.  Lately the loft had been the source of so much heartbreak and pain with the only sunshine coming from her joy in getting to know the guys.  She had had enough of trying to be a strong 21st century woman.  Right now if one of the guys showed up offering nothing more than a shoulder to cry on she would take it and choose him over the rest. 

Some fairy tale romance.  She lost her best friend.  She was at risk of neglecting her three new wealthy suitors.  And her ex-boyfriend, now on the streets and no matter how unappealing, wanted her back.  

She ate one Belgian chocolate truffle, a gift from one of the guys that had made it past the living room area and next to her bed.  “As bad as I feel right now, these chocolates will be gone by morning.”  

Solitude was not what she wanted anymore.   She was ready to choose.  She wanted to narrow it down to just one of her billionaire bachelors so she could get on with happily ever after.  Whatever a contemporary fairy tale ending looked like, it had to be better than this.

When struggling cellist Laura meets a handsome and charming man, she cannot believe her luck, especially when she meets a second guy…and then a third! Laura finds herself being wooed by three men, three best friends who can offer her fun, passion, and partnership…not to mention the billions in their bank accounts. While dating three handsome men has its perks, Laura finds that her life gets a lot more complicated as her feelings for each grow. Will Laura be able to choose one man…or will her dueling passions signal the end of her new relationships?


“It had only been a couple of days since her last date with one of the guys before the gifts started showing up.  She knew that Alex was partial to long stemmed red roses and this time was no different.  Don sent her bottles of California Merlot.  Ricky sent her twelve months worth of weekly salon and spa gift cards. After she received each gift, she texted the same message to each of the three: “Oh, how thoughtful.”  

Each gift served to remind her of what was special about their dates and the man who had lavished her with attention. The gifts gave the guys a chance to show off their wealth, but also to declare their love for her.  She wondered how each could be so committed and love struck over her after such a short time period.  They only had one girl to focus on where she had three very different, eligible guys to choose from…”

The Billionaires’ Love Club is created by April McQueen, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author. 


As the paints on the T-shirts needed to be properly dried, after having tea and snacks, it was time for Shouko to storytelling to the children. Director Shinohara and a few carers led them to a spacious room.
A wide and fluffy carpet was laid in the center of the room. Most of the little buns sat on the carpet. A few of them sat on low stools behind their friends who sat cross-legged on the floor. Every one of them looked so eager in anticipation.
Director Shinohara and Ms. Sasaki joined them as well. They chose to sit on the left side of the room. Their attention was focused on Shouko and the children.
"Auntie, what story would you tell us?" A boy with a dimple on his right cheek asked once Shouko sat on the single couch opposite them.
"It is about Kaguya-hime?" A girl chimed in excitement, "I have always loved the story!"
"Ah, I don't like it! The story is so sad," Another girl puckered up her lips, pouting while looking at her friend.
"I know! I know! Auntie wants to tell about Momotaro!" A boy excitedly raised up his hand, he sounded so confident which attracted laughter from his friends.
Shouko's laughter intertwined with them, their laughter made the entire room merry. Her eyes fell on Yuuya who joined the other children laughing. He appeared livelier than before, especially after an art session that he loved so much.
"Auntie would tell you guys a different story," Shouko gently spoke once the laughter gradually faded. Her smiling eyes were looking at each of the little buns' faces as she slowly continued, "Have you guys ever thought of meeting a wondrous thing in your life? If it was you, what it is that you find as wondrous?"
Some of them blinked their beady eyes in confusion while a few children eagerly raised up their hands, wanting to answer the question.
"Me! Me! If my favorite candies would just fall from the sky, it'd be totally awesome!"
"Ah, instead of candies I want a lot of soft toys~"
"Hurm, does imagine living in a castle on the clouds count as one, Auntie?"
While the replies amused Shouko, they were still some who were baffled by their friends' answers. It was obvious that they didn't understand what was happening.
One of the little carrot heads timidly asked, it was a little girl, "Auntie... what is a wondrous thing? It is something from a fairy tale?"
A few small heads bobbed up and down as they agreed with the question. Yuuya too looked at Shouko in puzzlement. 
Shouko laughed again looking at their naive little faces with clear expectations. The ones who answered her earlier appeared older than the ones who were puzzled by her question.
"What you said is right. Something wondrous is easy to find in a fairy tale story but, you could also find it in our real lives," She smiled at the little bun who asked her its meaning. Tilting her head slightly, Shouko thought of simplifying it to the children. After a moment of thinking, she continued, "Well, when you think of a wondrous thing, it should be something that makes you think, 'Ah, this is simply magical'."
"Then, if I think of the beautiful cupcakes in a shop, does it count too?" The little girl asked again.
Shouko nodded, a soft smile still graced her face, "Do you think of the swirl of the cream frosting, especially in soft and pastel color as well as how cute they are?"
The little girl smiled shyly before she nodded once.
"Then, it's a wondrous thing to you," Shouko concluded, "Every person's definition of a wondrous thing is different. What Auntie wants to tell you guys is, about a little boy who meets something wondrous on a fateful night. En, what do you like about night? Could you tell Auntie?"
"I could go to bed, sleeping!" A boy laughed once he immediately gave Shouko a reply.
"Yes! Yes! It's time to rest!" The boy's friend agreed with him.
"I love the stars," A girl smiled sheepishly, "It's romantic, Auntie. Like the one I saw in a movie."
Starting with the three of them, the children began to point out a thing or two when they thought about a night. Cool night air, full moon, bundling up in a warm quilt and lying on a bed.
"The bright moon," Came Yuuya soft voice in the midst of the tiny voices.
Shouko smiled at the little guy. Even though the other children spoke at the same time, her ears perfectly captured the word he said. Yuuya lowered his head bashfully.
"Among all of your answers, the little boy found it too. En, shall Auntie begin now?"
"Yes!"
The little carrots head immediately paid their full attention to the kind Auntie who sat in front of them. They had been thought by the carers how to behave when someone was going to talk to them. 
Seeing the children obediently waited for her to start, Shouko couldn't help herself from stifling a laugh. 
Today, instead of telling the story in an animated manner like how she did in the kindergarten the other day, Shouko took the calm approach. This kind of melancholy story was better being told that way. 
One by one, words came out of her mouth as her soft voice melodiously sounded in the quiet room.
Shouko recounted the story of the little boy who was led to meet a wondrous thing before the departure of his grandfather's soul[1]. The room was completely in silence although a few sobs could be heard among the children.
"... For the first time, the boy saw the most beautiful sight he has ever seen in his entire life. That was his grandfather's last gift to him, yet, something suddenly appeared in front of him. Do you guys want to try guessing it?"
In between her storytelling, Shouko would occasionally throw a question or two to the children to keep them engaged with her. She patiently waited for them to answer as she carefully observed every tiny detail of their expression.
"En... did his grandfather's soul leave something for him?" A girl asked in a muffled voice.
"Was it some treasure, Auntie?" A boy with a black-rimmed spectacle hung on his nose bridge raised up his hand to Shouko.
"Or, a fairy bestowed something to him because the little boy was pitiful?" This time, a girl with twin ponytails gave her opinion, "I often saw it in picture books."
More tiny voices echoed, trying to answer the question. Shouko pressed her smile. She was undoubtedly happy to see them enjoying her storytelling. 
"While the boy was looking at the wondrous view of the full moon, a trail of light suddenly shined from the moon to the center of the lake," Shouko continued as she was satisfied listening to the children's answer. Suspense shouldn't be kept for a long time. Her story had almost come to the end, "An opening appeared and while the boy was surprised, a small wooden box floated above the lake and fell over the boy's hand."
"While the boy was still surprised, a voice resembling his grandfather's echoed around him. The voice said, 'Go on a journey, child. There are so many things to be seen and learned in this vast world. May you and every person you meet on your journey be blessed with more wondrous things gracing your lives.'"
"Before the voice disappeared, a bright light suddenly burst out, shining over the boy. At that moment, the little boy saw his old grandfather standing in front of him. With a kind smile on his face, he waved goodbye to his little grandson. Then, he gradually vanished from the little boy's sight."
"The little boy knew, it was the last time he could see his grandfather. While looking up to the night sky, he smiled and waved back at his grandfather. He held the box dearly in his hand. With the bright moon lighting the night, he said goodbye to his grandfather."
Shouko ended the story there.
As the children were saddened by the ending, a boy lifted up his hand above the small heads. 
"Auntie, the boy's journey has just begun, right?"
Shouko landed her eyes on the little boy's face. It was Yuuya.
In a smiling voice, she replied, "Yes, his journey has just begun."
Before the children could talk, Shouko spoke again. Her gaze was calm as spring water as she looked at them, "Either you meet a happy or a sad thing, you must remember that you'd still encounter something new in your life. Auntie hopes, your lives would be as beautiful as blooming roses even when you might prick by thorns along the way."
They were still so young and lived in a vulnerable condition. Being in an insecure state might affect their way of thinking. As most of them were orphans and suffered from illness, she hoped, someday they would shine in their own way.
A rough diamond must be polished under pressure to let its luster glimmered brilliantly. It was the same as souls.
A soul that continuously strived whenever it was facing adversity and trials would eventually be toughened up and over time, no obstacles could stop it.
[1] Chapter 85


[COMPLETED]

Her:

Throughout her life, she always felt like she was standing above the ocean. While nervously waiting for the ocean to swallow her whole, she still pushed herself to bravely dancing over the surface, enjoying her life.

It was not until one day when she woke up, she realized she had lost a portion of her life.

And then there was him. The one man who was patiently guiding her back to the shore even at the risk of drowning himself.

"You know, I am jealous of my past self because she experienced the love you gave her. I want to remember my feelings but... it's only void in my mind. What should I do?"


Him:

He has closed off his heart since he knew even his closest person could throw him away. 

He thought her appearance was just a trivial addition in his life. Little did he expect she could crack open the hard shell covering his heart.

For the first time, he chose to allow himself another chance to love and be loved by someone. But, he never thought to have his hope shattered once his existence was erased from her mind. 

Facing the new beginning, he vowed to make her be happier and loved. 

"No matter who you are, the past you or the one with me right now, I love every part of you. So, don't be afraid. I won't ever make you question your trust in me."

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"What is it !? Those eyes ... What a repugnant!"
The words Evan heard when he arrived at Capital City were filled with ridicule. Their faces contorted as if Princess Ariella had just raised a terrifying monster.
Even though Evan heard and understood the ridicule, he no longer felt sadness and hatred. It was because he understood Pain better than anyone in Capital City. After all, he had been through Pain his whole life before coming to Capital City.
"Father! I have decided to make Evan a knight!"
Unlike in Evan's dream about the cruelty of the King of the Oslesan Kingdom, King Vesh accepted Evan's presence well. He even agreed to his daughter's request.
As such, Evan had been designated as Princess Ariella's Personal Knight, and the coronation was received unexpectedly.
His golden eyes sparkled as if they were precious jewelry. Perhaps because the future he would face would be more complicated than he imagined. His spirit was like a blazing fire, while something fantastic seemed to be able to extinguish the flames with the slightest touch.
It was Second Princess Aurellia Chaetris Oslesan who poured insults on his appearance the most. Still, in reality, she was only a girl, 4 years younger than Princess Arielle. The latter had just read a fairy tale about the Golden Eyed Demon.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Evan. It seems my attendants are a little excited about you."
Day after day, Princess Aurellia's mischief and cruelty towards him grew bolder when her sister was not in the Kingdom. She kept on doing small things like attacking him with a wooden sword under the pretext of practicing swordsmanship or asking her attendants to beat Evan to a pulp. Such things go far beyond mere jokes.
That was not the definition of spite because constantly committing cruelty to someone who has done nothing wrong. Still, it is an attitude that a younger sister takes to protect her sister so that the Golden Eyed Demon stays away from her sister. This only intensified as there was no one to remonstrate with Princess Aurellia.
When Evan was treating his wound calmly in the corner of the garden with the herbal ointment given by her mother, he heard Princess Ariella's voice above her head.
"Hey, Evan, what are you doing in a place like this?"
Evan immediately hid his battered face. He didn't want to look pathetic in front of Princess Ariella.
"Nothing, just looking for fresh air after practicing."
"It's been 1 month you have been here, and you still can't be honest with me." A girl with long silver hair with one braid tied with a black bow and gray eyes was sitting next to Evan.
"Princess! It will dirty your skirt." Evan tried to stop Princess Ariella from sitting on the grass.
"Fufu, you should be able to worry about yourself more than my skirt." She giggled with his concern for her.
"This is normal, so you don't have to worry about it."
"Huff, it must be hard to treat it yourself." She picked up the herbal ointment that he was hiding with ease.
"Ah!" He didn't realize that the ointment he was hiding had changed hands.
"You better shut up and let me treat your wounds ... This is an order!" Princess Ariella said the absolute sentence because she was sure Evan would try to reclaim it.
Under her orders, Evan could only put his hands back on the grass and let his face be cared for by a beautiful girl.
He didn't feel the hatred or disgust emitted by Princess Ariella after seeing him up close. Only the beauty and sweet smile that was caught when he opened his eyes.
"Yup, it's finished."
Evan did not understand how Princess Ariella could be that cheerful after helping heal his wounds. Since he arrived in Capital City only, she and King have not bothered with his curse.
"Aren't you afraid of these curse eyes?" Evan lowered his head.
"Erm, why am I afraid of those beautiful eyes?" Princess Ariella looked into Evan's eyes.
"That really is an unfounded excuse. How can you say that my eyes are beautiful? Please don't cheer me up with that." Evan looked down again and covered his eyes with his palms.
"So you think I'm telling a lie?"
"I didn't mean it that way, but it's because only you are praising my curse." Evan looked up and saw Princess Ariella, who was closing her eyes while enjoying the afternoon breeze.
"Indeed. My words cannot change anything to the people who hate you. But, at least... I want to change your view of the world, even if your existence is rejected by them. Maybe, you will realize that this world is not as bad as you think."
Evan stared at her with wide eyes. He was at a loss for words to answer Princess Ariella's advice, which had touched his deepest heart.
"Evan? Are you still there?" Feeling neglected, she slowly opened her eyes and saw tears falling down Evan's right eye.
"Gosh, you won! Did I say something cruel to you?" She panicked to see his cheek was soaked in tears.
"Huh? Tears?" Evan didn't notice that one of his eyes was shedding tears. He felt embarrassed and tried to wipe it with his sleeve.
When Evan was about to wipe away his tears, Princess Ariella offered him a handkerchief for him to use. She wore a gentle expression. Evan unable to turn down her offer of kindness.
"You just need to get stronger so that others will accept your flaws."
Evan did not know noble etiquette and had low education. Even so, Evan was willing to study tirelessly to master such things for someone's sake ... Someone who showed him a new view of the world.
For two years filled with blood and tears ... he managed to become a knight who actually defeated dozens of knights who already exist.
His philanthropic nature and good reputation with commoners and castle servants made him famous in the Kingdom. He was trusted by King Vesh to become the Knight Commander. His relationship with Princess Ariella was also getting more robust. When Evan started to fall in love with Princess Ariella, he felt happier than before.
However, this tale of a Peasant's fortune would be torn apart under cover of vicious hatred.
After two long years, Princess Ariella's job never ended, which upset the King. Without telling Princess Ariella, King Vesh transferred the task to the Second Princess.
Second Princess's annoying obsession with Evan made her accept the task without thinking twice.
"Evan, can you show the Weapons you got from conquering the Labyrinth?"

In a world full of superhuman abilities and powers. Evan, a 14 year old boy who was an F rank adventurer who supports his family by completing missions in the guild and farming in the fields.

He was intimidated by society for having cursed eyes. However, for some strange reason, he never complained about that action to him.

On one cruel day with excruciating pain, he realized that the Special Quest he was carrying out was the Kingdom's cunning trick of gaining information about the mysterious labyrinth that had just appeared at the end of the human continent.

He was terrified and despairing when he had to face his death right before his eyes.

His fate was turned around when an unexpected situation caused him to be accidentally summoned by a monster performing the Demon Lord's summoning ritual.

[Bloodline Compatibility - 3.125%]
[You open the Monster System]

In the shabby tower at the end of the demon continent, Evan was being forcefully summoned by a dragon princess.

But Evan's resurrection was flawed due to his 1/32 bloodline which made him weak and a figure far from the Demon King's appearance.

Now he was the weak Demon King, who had few subordinates, and also he had to defend his domain that was getting smaller because of the princess's careless leadership.

Could he defend his territory and get revenge with that flawed ability?

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