Eve is a successful romance book author and forever singleton who doesn't believe that romance could exist in real life. But with her last novel flopping in the market, she felt like she put herself in a rut that she can't get herself out of. On the day that her publisher threatens to drop her as an author, she finds an ad online about a guy selling an entire romantic wedding package at half the price. The catch, buyers should be genuinely in love with each other. 
In Eve's head, it sounds like a good idea to trick the seller, a practical business journalist, into thinking that she has a boyfriend whom she loves very much. Her heart says otherwise.

"I have to get away from here!" Maya, Estella's personal maid immediately came with a big luggage carrying Estella's stuff. 

"We can use the secret escape route if you want, Your Highness." Estella nodded as she changed into a civilian outfit prepared by Maya to disguise herself.

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"Find her and bring her back alive! Let she knows who is in charge." The finality in Adrian's tone brings a darkness that he will forever regret.

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"I never seen you here before. I'm Luca." He approached Estella with a warm smile, something that she never experienced from her own husband.

"I'm Estella." She blushed and immediately looking away from him, wary that she may have reveal herself to this strange man.

"Your Ma- ah Estella, I see you have know Luca." Maya interrupted the awkward exchange between the pair. She smiles knowingly to them as she walked away unnoticed

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"Tell me Adrian. Have you ever, even once treats me like your own wife?!" The formality between the rulers of the kingdom is gone and the only thing left is a pained wife and a regretful husband.

"Forgive me."

"I would never." 

How Adrian wishes he could turn back time...

Ameera Saveri, adalah seorang mahasiswi yang memiliki pekerjaan sampingan sebagai "Pacar Sewaan" dengan tarif yang cukup tinggi. Namun dia tidak menyukai sentuhan, sehingga dia melarang kliennya menyentuh.

Lalu dia bertemu dengan seorang lelaki yang ternyata berprofesi sama seperti dia, hanya saja dia bukan manusia melainkan "Setan" yang diasingkan.

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Luv

Ameera Saveri, adalah seorang mahasiswi yang memiliki pekerjaan sampingan sebagai "Pacar Sewaan" dengan tarif yang cukup tinggi. Namun dia tidak menyukai sentuhan, sehingga dia melarang kliennya menyentuh.

Lalu dia bertemu dengan seorang lelaki yang ternyata berprofesi sama seperti dia, hanya saja dia bukan manusia melainkan "Iblis" yang sedang menjalankan hukuman di dunia manusia.

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Luv

She cares for him but hates the way she does.  He is always on her mind since that day. But in contrast, he hated her for that. She wants to make it up to him but he avoids her like dirt. Sometimes he is good, sometimes he is the worsest. She hated how unpredictable he is and how he messes with her life. But she loves him, and she doesn't want to admit it.

That was in the last year of middle school.

Ria wakes up early on her first day of school in junior year. Bringing a nightmare with her she goes to her school and found out Keith and her will be classmates. New sets of problem arises then. But is this going to be a hell of a year for Ria? Or is this going to be a chance to get close with Keith and clear some issues?

Evelyn rushed as she placed the stone in a jewellery pouch she had saved from a Christmas present and ran towards the portal, and clapped her hands.

Evelyn: Hecatia City, Caleste.

The lights she had seen earlier glowed brightly as Evelyn ran through quickly. Now back in the capital city and kingdom of the Hecatia Realms, Evelyn ran out of the Portal Station and onto Spells Parade, and ran down the street, the auburn girl noticed a cafe and ran inside it and towards the counter, where there was a female barista with tattoos and a blue pixie cut hairstyle serving.

Barista: Hi, welcome to the Brews Cafe, what may I get for you today?
Evelyn: Did you see a girl pass by? Blonde hair, pale to fair skin, she was wearing a star jumper and boots? 

Luckily for Evelyn, she had the memory of an elephant and remember anything that she thought of. In some ways, that was a perk of autism, especially now.

Barista: Oh, yeah. I think some girls took her to Lady Hera Hospital.
Evelyn: Where's the Lady Hera Hospital?
Barista: It's on Wand Avenue. Take a map, it's free.
Evelyn: Thank you.

The auburn haired woman walked towards a stand to take a map and leaves the cafe. As soon as she was outside, Evelyn looked t see if anyone was in earshot, but the streets were empty, and the Australian woman spoke softly to herself.

Evelyn: *quietly* Okay, Spells Parade..... go up and turn left on Mirror Drive, then turn right onto Wand Avenue. Claire, here I come.

Evelyn ran in the direction she observed on the map and slowed down as she approached the hospital, which was identified by the huge sign saying LADY HERA HOSPITAL. It looked like any modern hospital in a capital city. Evelyn noticed a doctor and ran towards him.

Evelyn: Excuse me, was a blonde girl admitted here? Claire deLuna?
Doctor: *shakes his head no* No, no one here was admitted here by that name.
Evelyn: She might've had two girls with her? Please, it's important.
Doctor: Look, I don't have time to worry about some kids, okay? I have to heal all sorts of injuries and cure illnesses.

The doctor walked away, making Evelyn growl loudly and angrily as she sat on a bench by the hospital's bus stop.

Evelyn: Where did you go, Claire deLuna?

All of a sudden, the citrine star began to glow brightly, almost burning Evelyn's hand as she yanked it out of her pocket and looked at it.

Evelyn: Claire deLuna's whereabouts.

The star glowed brighter as Evelyn got up and began to walk, following the glowing of the star.

Evelyn: Where are you leading me, little star?

Evelyn walked from Wand Avenue to Potter Lane, where there was a shop with a sign reading CALESTE MAGICAL ANTIQUITIES, the star glowed so brightly, Evelyn had to put it back in the pouch and back in her pocket, before entering the shop to see a kind well-dressed gentleman standing behind a desk.

Owner: Hello, what may I do to assist you today?

He was probably hoping for a sale as it hadn't been visited by a shopper for ages, judging by the dust and cobwebs... at least Evelyn hoped they were forgotten Halloween decorations.

Evelyn: *politely* Would you happen to sell little hand mirrors, the ones you can hold in the palm of your hand?
Owner: Yes! We do sell those. Finally, I've been wanting to sell those little things since I purchased them from a dealer. How many would you like?
Evelyn: Give me... 2. 
Owner: Okay... and would you like them in a pouch? 

This was his big sale of those mirrors. 

Evelyn: *nods her head yes* Oh definitely.
Owner: I've never seen you here before? Which kingdom are you from?
Evelyn: Earth. 
Owner: *looks interested* Oh, Earth. Lovely land, they have some nice stuff there.
Evelyn: Yep. Great land, although this place is trying hard to top that.
Owner: What part of Earth are you from?
Evelyn: Australia.
Owner: Oh, Australia! What is with those hats with the bottle lids?
Evelyn: Keeps the flies away, saves your hands doing all the work with the unofficial Aussie wave. How much?
Owner: $10 dollars.

Evelyn looked at her small purse that she hid on the inside of her jacket pocket her mother had sewn into for safety. Evelyn opened the wallet and was relieved when her mother taught her to keep a small amount of money. The Australian did indeed have ten dollars in her purse and she took it out of her wallet and handed it to the shop owner

Evelyn: You accept Earth currency? It's all I got.

The owner looked at the girl before him and could tell she was distressed, but at least was gracious to still be polite.

Owner: *speaks softly and smiles kindly* Keep your money. It's on me.
Evelyn: Thank you so much. Caleste Magical Antiquities.

Evelyn began of memorise the name for reference and perhaps future shopping. She smiled before walking outside and pulled out one of the handheld mirrors, and looked at it intensely.

Evelyn: Show me Claire deLuna.

The mirror's reflection went from Evelyn's face to Claire, kept unconscious in an abandoned shop front

Evelyn: Show me her exact whereabouts.

The mirror showed a map of Hecatia City, including where Evelyn was and how far away she was from Claire. 10 buildings away. Evelyn sighed and went back inside the antique shop and to the owner.

Evelyn: Hi. Me again. Are there any abandoned shopfronts in this street?
Owner: Yeah, there's one 10 buildings away. It used to be a pawn shop but it was shut after the owner committed theft and accessory after the fact. Why?
Evelyn: My friend is being held there
Owner: I'll notify the Imperial Police.

He grabs a phone and dialling the number for the Imperial Police.

Evelyn: Would you happen to have blueprints? Or anything like that?
Owner: Luckily for you, I'm an L-FAM graduate. Class of '88.
Evelyn: *smiles* That's super helpful, thanks.

The owner, who Evelyn noticed wore a badge with the name Leonard, pulled out a basic oak wand and conjured a blueprint of the pawnshop, tapping his wand on the small mirror as the blueprint now popped onto the mirror's face.

Evelyn: Thank you so much!

Evelyn exited the shop and looked further down Potter Lane.

Evelyn: I'm on my way, Claire.

Meanwhile, inside the pawnshop, Claire was still unconscious, hovering up and down, whilst Erica was searching her bag and pockets, including her wand, whilst Keriana was looking to see if any bystanders were looking in on the abandoned shop front.

Keriana: *gleefully* Six more stones and I will be the Empress.

Erica walked up angrily to her mistress.

Erica: She doesn't have the stone!
Keriana: *yells* What?!
Erica: The Citrine Star is missing! It's not anywhere on her!
Keriana: We need that to get the Grim Grimoire open, you idiot!
Erica: I know, I'm sorry...

The sound of a glass being smashed and a door opening stopped the two villainesses as a familiar auburn-haired young woman entered the room.


After the tragic and unexpected death of her brother, a young woman named Evelyn has her life changed forever when she experiences events that throw her into an entirely new world filled with adventure, romance and of course… magic! 

When she unexpectedly meets a mysterious woman named Claire, and takes her on a surprising journey that reveals parts of Evelyn’s life she never dreamed of, but had been kept from her. 

Evelyn is introduced to a congregation of peculiar looking people with attire that she had never seen before in her protected world.

Mrs. Groscow observed her seventeen year old daughter as she walked down the stairs a visible scowl on her lips. Her tongue flicked through her teeth and the wine glass was swooshing dangerously on her fingers.

Jeans booty shorts and of course a purple tank top. Mia stopped at the end of the stair and crosses her arms.

"So you've resorted to flaunting? I see you gave up on your face." The first thing she uttered to her, kicking up her left leg across the right one.

Mia rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to her right foot.

"You're too fat for those shorts."Her mom points out blankly taking another sip of her drink. " You got a lot of mirrors to check that out for yourself, don't you?"

"I know. And that is why apps were created." She whispered but her mom caught  it, a small smile tugging at the end of her lips. The older woman's brow creaked app and she mused at her words.

"Why didn't you go to school today?" She chose to change the subject leaning back on the couch.

"My face." Mia obviously stated. She had vowed not to ever apply make up... Although she wanted to; apply concealer on her zits, mascara, a little lipstick perhaps.

'Oh my goodness Mia!You look like an undercooked turkey!' Her mother's words.

"I don't give a hoot miss! You have to go to school whether you look ugly, or uglier."

Luke Groscow got in at this moment. A male servant took his coat, briefcase and car keys. According to Annah, no female hand shall lay her hand on her man.

She was right to be protective, after all Luke was a male model, a really good looking male model younger than Annah by three years.

"Hey honey." He greeted his wife and made for the little drink area. "Hello Mia."He voiced to her daughter lifting the drink to her in some sort of a toss. She gave him a small smile.

He then walked back across the room and slumped down the comfy white couch. Pure fur.

"Your daughter missed school, again!" Annah started going back to the random act of flicking her tongue inside her mouth.

"Why?"

"Puberty. Look at her ugly face."

"Annah!" Luke raised his voice a little. He nervously watched Mia at the corner of his eye.

An uncomfortable silence enveloped them for about a minute.

"What's wrong with that? She's bright." Luke said in a monotone. A little low this time.

"That doesn't mean she can miss school, Luke."

"I need a shower." Luke announced downing his drink.

He walked to Mia and cupped her cheek. "You'll be fine. At least now everyone will want to look at your pretty face."

Mia smiled. Her dad always gave her hope. Always made sure she was smiling.

Yet her mom was the complete opposite. She is the one who got her a full make up set... Indirectly telling her you're ugly, yet she's still the one who hated the same make up on her.

"Just give me a minute and we'll go get that mirror, okay?"

Mia nodded. Yester night she was so mad she punched her bathroom mirror six times, getting hurt in the process.

Because she let her mother's words get to her.

•|•

They drove out of their expansive house onto a private road for five minutes before joining the main road.

Mia looked outside the window as they passed the mall. She didn't want to get her mirror from the mall because most of her schoolmates hang out there... and she wouldn't be seen dead with her pimply face.

They were going to an old shop downtown belonging to an old black man. She found the place after getting lostin the area. Of course she had to glance around before asking for directions.

"Here we are." Her dad announced stopping the car.

"I'll go alone." Mia quickly stopped her dad from unbuckling his seat belt.

She didn't want him to see her posing in front of mirrors, possibly giving herself a complimenting speech and other self embarrassing acts. "Just wait here. I will try not to take long."

"Well, okay..."

The door chimed on opening and the shop was visibly empty. No shopper appeared to be present apart from her.

"Hello?"She called looking around. The reception area was also empty. She decided to walk around the isles, admiring the fancy, plain and artistic mirrors.

"Hello?"She called out again. Last time he was here. The man was odd and always zoned out in his speech and it spooled her a little but he was no threat.

"Careful young girl, your voice might break the mirrors!" Mia whipped around immediately a little startled. The old man closed the door, made of a mirror that it actually looked like he was coming out of it.

He had the same old tired but warm smile on his face.

"Good evening Mr.William you do remember me?"

"Well of course!" He laughed and walked to her to shake her hand. "You're the crazy one, right?" His hands were rough and crusty and he possessed a firm grip. He released her hand finally and walked behind the counter.

Entirely reflective.

"What can I interest you with miss Groscow?" She was a little amazed that he remembered her awkward second name. Nevertheless, she spoke up.

"I need a bathroom mirror."

"Just that? Oh we have a lot... Framed perhaps? Slitted?"

"I need your most clearest mirror."

"Clearest?"

"Yes clearest, doesn't matter really, it'll still work."

"Well,all my mirrors are clear as you see, but you do want the clearest?"

"Yes."

"Okay then." The sir walked from the counter and walked to the door he had come out earlier.

"Come on, you have to pick for yourself... I have two of them, nobody really seemed interested in having the clearest mirror so they stay up back.

Mia nodded. She half trusted the man enough to set her teaser at 60V, not too much to kill him or paralyse him.

The back of the store was like a workshop. Wood and mirrors, noise from the glass cuter worked by a man and a set of boys preparing a frame.

"Here we are." Mr.William announced walking past the two boys.

He opened a closet and called one of the boys to help him take them out. Mr.William stood them on the width side leaning on the wall.

They were clear, more than Mia ever imagined. The surface seemed like a calm river, promising a ripple if the surface was gently poked.

But one had a slight crack on the left corner, and given the angle of a perfectionist by her mother, she picked the other one.

It was framed with dark brown wood and carved into a beautiful pattern. It looked ancient,and she fell in love with it. She took one last look of herself and smiled.

She turned and waited for Mr.William to finish showing the boys how to smoothen the edges.

"Which one will it be?" Mr.William asked still helping his boys out.

"The framed one."

"You got it, give me a minute."

Mia wanted to turn and look at it once more. Her reflection on it was beyond perfect, it was beautiful. It gave her a sense mysterious sense of security. She opted to look around the place, placing her hand over her lips.

If only she would turn then maybe she would change her mind, because her image was still smiling.

Beauty can be overwhelming sometimes. Mia punishes herself for being what the society calls 'ugly' striving to create a picture perfect image. She builds up an odd obsession to mirrors.

But no matter the clearest mirror she'll get, she's still the same old face. This time however, the mirror is not only the clearest, it's the scariest... She ends up being thrown into a world belonging to the dark forces, and she has no choice but to choose survival, that is until she is able to escape and claim her old life and stolen identity back.

Charming Luscious, a demon in training has other plans and so does a few who come to learn of a mortal in their world.

After I told Will to go for a quick detour, I entered the gorgeously huge building and was greeted by the receptionist at the front desk. The building was still crowded even tho it already almost clocks-out time.
I only nodded back as I already know my way around the building before I took an elevator to the top floor, where Dad's office located.
The grip on the paper cup holder in my hands tightened with another paper bag securely in my other hand. I bought two drinks and a fettuccine alfredo from the cafe where Rafiq works.
Intricate sculpture and architecture graced the main hall, adding the amusement as I gawked around.
It's different from what I remembered.
I gazed upon the scenery as I went up higher and higher, getting closer to the high sky above. The entities below got smaller and smaller, the world seems shrinking in the absence of awareness from the height.
The ding from the bell got me on my feet as I walked straight to his personal assistant. She was busy typing something on the computer.
"I'm sorry, is Mr. Starr here?" I asked politely with a smile.
Her eyes still glued to the screen as her fingers rapidly typing the keyboard. "I'm sorry, Mr. Chairman doesn't want to be interrupted at the..."
She trailed off as she saw my smiling face.
"Zac?! What are you doing here?" She startled, stopped typing completely.
I grinned sweetly. "Hi Susan, I miss you too." 
She faked a laugh as I propped my elbows on her desk.
"Dad's here?"
"Yeah, he told me he had a headache."
"Can you...?" I jerked my head towards Dad's office.
Unhesitantly, she nodded. "Yeah, sure."
She reached for the transmitter and pressed some buttons.
"Sir, Mr. Starr is here to see you." She politely spoke to the transmitter.
Seconds after, a stern voice chimed in. "Tell him to come in."
"Thank you," I whispered to her as I placed the hot chocolate on her desk.
She took a sip and her eyes widened.
"Hot chocolate? I'm on a diet." She whined.
I pointed on the other drink, which was I had already taken a sip of. "This is strawberry tea, you wanna swap?"
She took the cup in my hand and replaced it with the hot chocolate.
"Thanks, I love you." She winked while giggled.
I rolled my eyes with a smile before I opened the door to Dad's office.
The scent of lavender promptly perforated my sense as I walked closer to his desk.
"Now, what are you doing here?" He didn't lift his eyes from the paperwork he's working on.
I shrugged even tho I knew that he wouldn't see me. "Just passing by."
I placed the takeout on his desk.
His eyes searched for mine in bewilderment. "What's this?"
"I know that you might have some fancy dinner somewhere else but I bought them anyway."
He opened the box to reveal his favorite type of pasta dish and then he chuckled to no one in particular. "Thanks, I'm starving."
He then took a bite of it and he remained still for a while.
"How does it taste?" I asked after some time.
He nodded profoundly. "This is not bad. Tho the depth of the complexity can be improved by adding some winter herbs and some acidity to balance out the creaminess from the sauce. It can use some more garlic and the cheese did not melt properly. Where did you buy this?"
My legs instinctively walked around Dad's office and my eyes were attracted to one of the couches. 
"At a friend's cafe." I simply replied as I plopped myself on one of the love seats.
"Did you did something to the decor? I saw something's different." I leaned on my back.
"I did some renovation."
I only nodded silently. "You sleep here?" I said, gestured toward the couches.
He kept on having his dinner. "No, this building has an executive suite. I sleep there."
"How do I know you won't take some pretty employees and be a little naughty with them?" I wiggled my eyebrows.
"I'm a loyal husband, thank you very much."
Dad's a friend to me rather than just a father. I can talk freely with him, joke about him, and even make fun of him. He's even the first human that I came out to. All he did was laughed and supported me no matter how stupid or how crazy I might sound.
But...
There is something that I despise about being his son. Not that it was anything serious, it's just that... every time people heard my last name, I felt like I'm living underneath my father's shadow.
It's tormenting to know when people only became friends with you just because they want your money. It's disheartening to realize that I need to show some sort of proper manners in front of everyone just to keep the family's reputation. It's tiring to know that I have to go through life in such a way that I don't want to live in.
It was not his fault, neither was mine. Things are just... 'It is what it is,' I guess.
I clicked my tongue. "That's a correct answer."
"Well, sometimes I'm a little naughty." This time, he wiggled his eyebrows.
"Ewww, Dad! I'm calling Mom."
"I'm just joking, Zac!" He abruptly raised his hands in surrender.
"Are you afraid of her?" I narrowed my eyes but the smile never left my face.
"She once threw a Soju bottle right on my forehead because put too much salt on the food." His face was literally and utterly mortified.
"Damn gurl."
"You damn right!"
Once he finished, I slowly stood up. "I'll be off your hair then. Thanks for the time."
"Oh, Zac. There will be an opening ceremony at our new franchise. Do you want to, you know ...?" He trailed off while his eyes wide opened at me, waiting for me to guess it.
"Sing?"
"Yeah! I figured that it would be much easier to ask you instead of looking for someone to do me a favor. What do you say?"
"Yeah, of course." I agreed after thinking for a good ten second.
He sank into his seat in relief. "Great! I'll inform the school."
"U-um, can I... bring some friends?" I suggest hesitantly. 
Not that I'm afraid of him, I assumed that it would be a burden for him by bringing uninvolved people into a professional and formal event.
"You wanna bring Ari?" He asked.
I hummed. 
"Of course you can." His expression softened and I only nodded afterward.
"Goodnight Dad." I bowed to him.
"Get home safely."
**********
Time passed by in a flash as days went on. Minutes ticks to hours and hours turn to days.
It's been a few days after I gave Rafiq a ride. 
Little by little, I felt like I was drifted towards him for any reason at all, and I can't do anything but to fall even deeper. I was blinded by the lights that surround him, the sunlight that fell underneath his feet, and the rays of scent that he carries.
From the first day that I met him in the office, I felt like I've seen him before. Somewhere, somewhen in the middle of the past.
Slowly, time will unveil its secrets. The hidden meaning for every interlaced event between faith. A deeper meaning of chance, a vaster future that lays covered. 
I meet Rafiq a few times during the time in school and also over the weekend. I don't know if want to gain his trust or show him my sympathy but I gave him a ride every now and then.
Sometimes he declined because of his practice sessions and sometimes he just felt like walking.
It's the little things that he made when he's with me. Those little things that surprisingly made me laugh. The way he's blabbering nonsense and when he clumsily chocked over some mineral water. The way he's opening my heart to accept him, and I don't even realize it.
My eyes stared longingly onto the pages of the textbook, mind drifted to into an infinite depth of my own imagination. I must have mindlessly thinking about him as I saw his name doodled in my textbook. I felt this connection when I with him. It's like electrifying and soothing at the same time. 
As soon as the bell rang, I quickly gather my stuff and slung my bag on my shoulder. I managed to get into my car after a few minutes of wriggling through the crowded hall.
But before I could leave the parking lot, my eyes caught a glimpse of a Rafiq, standing at the entrance of the building with a smaller figure rising beside him.
So, I drive near the curb and lowered the window. 
"Are guys going somewhere?" I asked nonchalantly.
Ariel had her eyes widened. "What?! No, my dad had an extra lecture and I have to walk home and Rafiq here offered to walk with me."
She leaned closer towards Rafiq and he only smiles innocently whilst looking down at his companion.
I jerked my head. "Get in then."
Ari quickly got into the passengers' seat, giggling as she does so but my eyes trailed back at the towering figure that was still left standing
"Why are you still there?" I asked him.
He got startled by my question and quickly regained his composure by clearing his throat.  "A-aren't you talking to Ariel?"
I squinted my eyes. "Yes, and also you. Now, get in."
He nodded and got into the car hesitantly like a shy puppy.
Once Rafiq was inside, Ariel abruptly shifted in her seat. "Are you busy?"
I continued to drive out of the school campus. "N-no, not exactly. Why?"
"How about we go to the mall? I heard there this hug sale that offers a crazy deal. Plus, it's Friday, please?" She clasped both of her hands, pleading with an annoying voice and continued with numerous amounts of 'please.'
Rafiq's eye met mine through the rearview mirror. "What about you Ry?"
He scratched the back of his neck. "U-uh I... Yeah, I don't have anything to do today."
As soon as she heard that, Ari screamed on top of her lungs with excitement, earning a few stares from other people who were walking by.
********
When we entered the mall, the first thing that my brain registered was the smell of the popcorn that was sold right in front of the entrance of the mall. 
The mall was packed today considering that today's Friday. The mall had a huge skylight going from the entrance until the very end, allowing as much as sunlight through. There were banners and a lot of decorations. The place was huge and so high that you felt like you're in a new city inside of a building.
By the corner of my eyes, I eyed Rafiq and found out that he had his eyes everywhere. His jaw was agape as he gawked around like a child.
I gently nudged him in the shoulder. "First time being in a mall?"
His eyes still browsing around. "Not my first, but I rarely got into one."
"Well, come on then!" Ariel clung to his arms as she dragged Rafiq to a clothing store.
I raised my gaze and caught Rafiq was looking at me albeit being dragged by Ariel.
When our eyes locked, he mouthed something.
'Help!'
With his eyes filled with fear and his eyebrows furrowed.
I took a deep gust of air before sighing in exhaustion. 
*********
Go shopping they say, it'll be fun they say. 
"Does this look good?"
She came out from behind the curtains with a maroon cocktail dress, twirling around elegantly.
We settled down on one of the couches provided while waiting for Ari to tried on her new clothes. This is a fancy store as it has a private fitting room, fully equipped with a lot of mirrors from different angles.
"Yes, Ari." I simply answered.
She put her hands on her hips. 
"You said that the last time." She exclaimed with a whiny voice.
I rubbed my temples using both of my hands. "I said that every time. For the love of God, can we go now?"
Rafiq, who was sitting next to me, sat up straight from his previous pose. "I think the color doesn't suit you, love."
"Finally, someone who can talk English!" Ari extended her arms towards him while her eyes mocking me.
He rubbed the tip of his chin. "Maybe something that has a little bit of a lighter color... shell pink, maybe?"
 "That's a good one. Hold on!" Ari clicked her tongue before disappearing behind the curtains.
I rolled my eyes as I groaned in frustration. "Good grief!"
I plopped on the seat and sink in lazily.
My gaze fell on the reflecting mirror, wondering if I really saw what I'm seeing. A frozen soul, trapped in a temporary warmth. He looks sad and somewhat dead but he was not free from this world. But deep inside, I see something shining. Just a tiny hint of hope and a faint glint of faith, shining through the rough seams.
"Hey, Zac?" A low baritone voice interrupted my ambiguous dreams.
I only realized that I've been leaning on his arms, which outstretched on the back of the couches, because of the warmth that builds up behind my neck.
I didn't budge as I found the sensation was quite comforting and therapeutic.
I only hummed in compliance with my eyes staring at the mirrors.
"I was curious." He resumed.
"Here we go."
He chuckled shortly before continued. "What is the thing that you hated the most?"
Maybe that what's I hate the most, sharing my fragile truth. Those hidden secrets and the lights that are not meant to be seen.
I turned my head to have a better look in his eyes. "Why did you ask?"
"As I said, I was curious." He shrugged with his eyes crinkled, expressing friendliness and honesty.
I don't know what made my heart softened when I saw him smiling at me like that. Is it the dimple or the adorable innocent spirit I saw in him?
"Well then, I'm curious too. What is the thing you like the most?" I crossed my legs and that caused my shoulder to slightly touch his rib.
He hummed contently as he rubbed his chin.  "A lot of things."
"Such as?" I turned my head to have a better look at him.
"Well, I like you." He casually shrugged.
I remained quiet for a moment as I register his words into my head.
I wonder if all of this was just in my head. This loud pounding of my heart, the tingling warmth in my chest, and the flickering light in my soul. I felt as if I was drifted in his eyes and I was just a ship in his mind, completely powerless against him.
If he's the truth untold that is too good to be true, I don't know if I was supposed to push him closer or pull him further.
I was afraid that if I trust him, maybe he'll forget me. But I was also afraid that if I'm mistakenly tearing down the fate of my life by pushing him away.
How could I know that if one day I wake up, feeling more?
How could I know that if one day I close my eye, feeling empty?
How could I know that if one day I look up, feeling free?
Most importantly, how could I know if I'm not making a mistake?
Before he drifts me to the shore. 
Before the time decide it's time. 
Before he found another soul to love.
He began to stuttered when he noticed that I was being quiet. "N-not in the way t-that you might think of. A-as a friend, I mean."
I stared deeply into those Caribbean-blue seas. "I hate lies. There's your answer."
"Was that the reason why you're so mean to everyone?"
"Yes."
"Did something happened in the past?"
"Why the questions?" I grumbled.
"I thought friends talk about each other's secrets."
"We're not friends! We're barely even associates. If I decide to change partner, which I can do at any point in time, then you'll be meaningless to me." I calmly stated with a tone that doesn't indicate anger nor emotions.
The air got quiet for a while. The loud chattering of the mall and the shuffling sound around us froze in time. The secrets that I kept must be hidden and he must not know about it.
But why I get the feeling that he has a bigger secret than mine?
Mysteries that lingers around him.
Questions that wrap around his past.
The beauty of the ashes from a burnt heart attracted the vague light of a curious mind.
Ari came back from behind the curtain with a new outfit, looking splendid. "What do you guys think?"
The shell pink dress really compliments her feature and her hair. The outfit really shows her personality. The sweet and witty girl that I know of.
"I think you look like a princess." Rafiq beamed.
Before he drifts me to the shore. 
"Zac?" She turned to me. I nodded with a curl on the corner of my lip.
 But alas, I'm afraid I had already reached the shore.
"You look stunning!"
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A story about a boy who hid his galaxies of truth underneath the blinding lights of lies. Zac Starr's life was envy by others because of all the odds on his side. But through his eyes, he pitied the world as they not him and he pitied himself, for he's not the world. Something happened in his past and it drowned him in his own breath.

Until, the moment when a mysterious guy surface from the nonexistent world was mixed into the equation. He may look perfect on the outside but deep down, he and Zac share similar habits. 
Deep down he wasn't happy with the world, with the people around him, even with himself. They are somehow similar but different at the same time.

But what will happen when two completely different worlds collide?
Will, it shattered into thousand shards of despair or merge into one blissful light? 
Most of all, will they able to stay together through all the obstacles that hinder their relationship caused by all of their dark past time?

It was never planned, never was expected but forever will be held in memories. 

They were entirely contradictory to one another but somehow they completed each other. Both of their lives were changed by each other presence, each other smiles, and each other hearts.

The road sure will hold a delightful yet thrilling adventure as Zac struggle to find the person he was before as well as he discovers the love of his true soul mate and be happy again.



Axell 

She came! She actually came! I felt happiness surged through my body. My smile reached my ears. The photographer noticed this and said. 

"This is the first time I've seen you smile like this!" I guess he noticed that i wasn't looking at the camera but rather something or someone behind it. He turned to look who was behind him and saw her. He smirks. "So that is why." Kaylie jumps in the conversation and says. "Yes, indeed." 

Maisie walks closer towards us and I decided to go closer too. I run up to her and she giggles. Sweet giggling. "I'm so glad you could make it!" I tell her excitedly. "Me too! Your dad allowed me to accompany you today." Her smile was as sweet as her scent. 

Okay, that sounded creepy. 

I offered her a chair to sit so she could rest a little while we continue the shoot. After the photoshoot, I went to my changing room and got into some comfortable but classy clothes. Classy enough to impress her. Then I walk out and saw Kaylie talking to Maisie. 

Kaylie better not be telling her that I have feelings for Maisie! 

Sometimes, I don't trust Kaylie. She's mischievous. 

"Hey, guys. Ready to go, Maisie?" I just wanna get Maisie as far from Kaylie as possible. "Yeah, I am." Maisie stands up from the chair. Kaylie butts in and asks. "Where ya guys goin'? On a date?" She's sly. I glare at her to make her shut up. She raises her hands in surrender. "It could be a date if he calls it one." Maisie winks at me. 

I was rendered speechless. I did NOT expect that to come from her mouth. All the blood rushes up my cheeks and I start choking on my words. 

"I-uu-hee-waa..." My mouth trails off. Kaylie laughs hysterically at me. "This-HAHA-is just-AHAHA-too good!" Maimai grabs my hand and I completely lose my cool. I feel like I'm melting to a pile of goo. "C'moonnn! I'm so excited for what you planned for our date." She's acting all cute, tugging my arm and it's goshdamn working! 

All I did was absentmindedly take her to my car as she bid Kaylie good bye. What a stupid move. Say something! 

I opened the door for her and she thanked me then I sat in the driver's seat. I stared still at the parking lot. I hear her giggle and she tries to snap me out of my trance. "Did you know the almonds are on sale in the supermarket?" My eyes widen. "Which supermarket?!" She laughs and wave her hands. "Sorry I just had to break your trance." I pout. I love almonds. She knows I'm crazy for them. "But we could go look for ones that are on sale." She suggested. Even though that was a thoughtful idea I still have to take her to lunch. "You need to eat lunch first." I say while poking her forehead. "We." She strictly emphasizes. "I'm on a diet." I try to argue but she glared at me so I decided we are eating lunch. 

You're lucky I don't want you to be unhappy. 

"Thanks!" She cheers and plays some songs in the car. 

We arrive at my favorite restaurant. "It's been a while since you ate here, right?" She asks. "Yeah, it has. The food here is amazing, I tell ya." I'm so glad I get to eat here with her. "You're so biased." She teased and got out the door. 

Wait! I didn't get to open it for you... 

Insert sad Axell noises. I'm such a failure. I get out of the car aswell and locked it. She walks by my side as we enter the restaurant. There were only a few people and that's one of the reasons why this is my favorite restaurant. 

"Ooh! Let's sit by the window!" Mai points to an empty table with two seats. I think she has a thing for windows since she likes looking at beautiful views. If she does though, shouldn't she have a thing for mirrors instead of windows? "Ofcourse, my dear." I coo in her ears and she just laughs. It's not fun when she laughs everytime I try to flirt with her. 

We shared a delicious meal and a meaningful conversation. This time I got to know a little about her past. Her father left her mother when she was pregnant with Maisie. Soon after, her mother died and Maisie was left in the care of her mother's sister then she moved out when she got a job. Apparently her first jobe wasn't at my dad's company. She worked as a tenant at the supermarket before stepping foot into the Alaire company. Which is pretty rad! I hope I'll get to know more about her soon... 

Wait. I have to ask her for her phone number!!! 

"Hey, let's switch numbers." I suggested cheerfully.

"I love her and she bears your grandchild!"

"I don't want her to."

"Then I don't want to be your son."

When she found out she was pregnant, she was happy. Not because she bore his baby but because this could be her ticket to escape. 

"Please. Please be with me."

"No no no... please stand up..."

"Not until you say you'll stay."

~ White family villa ~

Later in the evening, Sarah and Aiden are in his room. 
Two of them spend few hours in the morning working on tasks related to White corp. During the day, they are training security personnel, and after dinner Sarah and Aiden are digging up information about the 'King' person. 
They could not find anything related to King, because fake name was used to purchase that unit 12B across the hall of Sarah's and Aiden's apartment in Fairfield. But they did track the account which was used to pay the apartment. The same account was used for purchase of 12A unit several years back, and then it was sold to Stella last year. 
Owner of the account was non-existent. It was a fake name. However, they still found some leads, because that account was also used for purchase of several other properties. One of them is a warehouse in Chicago suburbs, while others are residential.
Sarah was looking at information about properties purchased with that bank account and was thinking aloud: "We can watch these apartments, but I doubt we will find anything useful. All of them are similar to the 12B unit from Fairfield. Apartments are in buildings without video surveillance. If it's not for Eve, we would not capture King at all. But the warehouse might have some clues…"
"You think that we should go and check it out?", Aiden guessed her thoughts.
Sarah nodded. "These photos from street show that there is a video surveillance. But whatever they have set up, it's closed circuit, so unless we go there, we can't see what is going on. We should go and check it out. We might find some other clues." 
She saw that he is not enthusiastic about this, probably because he does not want to put her in danger, and she was right. However, Aiden understands that it's important to find out about King and organization behind him, and this warehouse is currently their only clue.
They agreed to go together and investigate that warehouse in Chicago area. When Jeff and JoAnna come back to Reno, they will discuss this and come up with a plan. They want to do this, but they want to keep their safety as priority. So, they need a plan. A detailed plan which will ensure that they don't rush into danger recklessly. 

~ Los Angeles ~

At the 22nd floor of White corp. large mirror panels are being installed on the walls in one of the offices which is close to CEO's office. 
Mirrors are in place, and few people are cleaning them, making sure they are spotless.
Jeff is observing installed mirrors with a smile on his face. Why is he smiling? Because he will use this office as a dance studio. Dance instructor will come here secretly and teach him moves which he will use on his wedding day to swoop JoAnna off her feet. For a dramatic effect he is going for, this needs to be kept a secret from JoAnna. 
He was all giddy while imagining her expression when he asks: 'Mrs. White, can I have this dance?'... and she will be like 'Sure...' but she will think it will be just slow left-right thing they usually do... but then he will twirl her and do stuff... and she will be all like: 'Ahh! My fabulous husband!'… and he will be: 'Yes, yes... that is me!' 
Jeff was not aware that now he had a goofy smile on his face, and he was shaking his head slightly.

Steve was reluctant to interrupt whatever daydream his Boss was having, but they had a tight schedule, and he needed to ask him something. He cleared his throat few times to get Jeff's attention. It took a while for Jeff to notice him.

"Boss, I narrowed down list highly recommended dance instructors to four.", Steve showed his tablet to Jeff.
"Hire them.", Jeff didn't even look at the tablet. He was enjoying his daydream, and Steve interrupted it.
"Which ones?"
"All of them." Jeff looked at Steve like he is not understanding something obvious. "I want one class in the morning and one in the afternoon. Every day, whenever I'm in. Make sure that at least one of those instructors is available. And follow up if I need any special clothes or shoes for my lessons. But I don't want to wear those tight fitting pants. Also… you will be responsible that they come here with my private elevator. I don't want to risk Anna to find out about this in advance."
Jeff saw Steve nod and then added. "Did you send those house listings to Anna?"
"Yes, Boss! To Miss Hill and to Bridgette." Steve paused for a second and added: "And those three to Aiden as well."
Jeff gave a small nod and focused back on the mirrors. 
He was getting impatient with slow progress on house hunting, so he looked at available listings and saw that really there is nothing satisfactory. Jeff decided to call few people, and within an hour he got dozen addresses with photos and property descriptions. He is not sure (and does not care) how come those homes suddenly became available, but he confirmed that they are not publicly available for sale.
Since Aiden told him that he and Sarah are looking for a house, he also checked if some might be interesting for them and decided to send them three listings. If they end up getting any of it, that means that he will be in the same city with his brother. Jeff likes that idea. It's been a long time since he and Aiden lived in the same city. And he is confident that JoAnna would love to have Sarah close by.
Smile crept back on Jeff's face while he thought how he will twirl JoAnna on the dance floor, and how she will be surprised and happy.

~ Downtown Los Angeles, coffee shop ~

JoAnna and Bridgette are having coffee and chatting. There is number of bodyguards around them. JoAnna is used to them now.
They got message from Steve with links to information on dozen of houses which Jeff selected.
"Wow! They are all great!", Bridgette exclaimed as they went through information on the properties and photos available. "Do you want to check them out now?"
"There are too many…", JoAnna frowned. She already checked so many houses in last few weeks and is tired. "How about we look them up on the map? All of them are on large lots and spacious. The smallest house has eight bedrooms and ten bathrooms. So size is not a problem. If we are not happy with finishes, we can always redecorate. Let's see which ones are good in terms of location and use that to narrow down choices. Location is most important."
They found one house which is in the city limits, relatively close to White corp. and LA Medical Center. 
"When can we see it? We should call the realtor.", JoAnna ended with a mumble. She does not like that realtor lady very much.
"Steve said in email that we don't need realtor. We just need to go there and say that Mrs. White came to see the property…", Bridgette laughed. "Your future husband is something."
"Yes, he is.", JoAnna grinned. "He is the best."

Sarah Hill is an introvert who does not want to attract attention. Other than mad coding skills, Sarah knows how to throw a punch. She believes that her biggest problem is the existence of the hacker Omega and her world flips upside-down when the most popular guy on campus approaches her. What does he want? Why her? (Ah, Sarah, that is only the beginning.) 

JoAnna Hill easily makes friends with her bubbly personality. Some call her a mad scientist, but she prefers ‘Dr. Hill’, because that is what she is. JoAnna is an excellent markswoman who can snipe out any target and she is wondering if her prince charming will ever come.

Sophia Hill is the voice of reason, their pillar of support. She is a confident CEO who knows how to get what she wants. Sophia’s degree in law combined with amazing capabilities to analyze the situation and plan ahead make her the perfect strategist (to achieve a goal without ending up in jail). 

This is a story of three Hill sisters who are navigating through challenges while they uncover the complicated story behind their maternal side of the family. And their father is not a simple man either.
Every sister is different, and so are their relationships. 

They all have in common: trust and belief that if they work together, anything is possible.

Mature content! 18+

***SPOILER? - START *** 
The story starts with a focus on the youngest sister (Sarah). 
After about 100 chapters, the oldest sister (Sophia) gets in the romantic spotlight. 
JoAnna finds herself pulled into romance last, at about 200 chapter mark. 
***SPOILER? - END ***

Excerpt from the novel...

"Do you believe in destiny?", Sarah broke the silence. 
"Destiny?" Aiden didn't expect such a question. 
"Yes. The thing that is meant to happen, and there is nothing you can do to prevent it. And when it does happen, everything feels right." 
"Why would you ask me such a thing?" 
"Until a few weeks ago I would say that there is no such thing as destiny. That we are all masters of our lives and that everything depends on our actions, or lack of it. But I can't help but wonder: why did I not push you away? ... Why does it feel like everything will be OK as long as we are together? ... You are a piece of me that I never knew was missing. Is this destiny?" 
"Mmm... if that is destiny, then I approve it.", Aiden lightly kissed Sarah's shoulder and rested his chin on it. 

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1st WARNING!!!
Contains descriptions of intimate scenes. If you are not comfortable with that, don’t read it!
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2nd WARNING!!!
This is my first novel! :)
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