A look into lives of young adults to adulthood.

A mystery thriller short story with burglars, kidnapper's, and mafia involved ...
only for adults reader's.
Mature content.
Adult fiction readers...

This is a work of fiction. It includes scenes that aren't suitable for very young readers, even for some adults. Read ay your own risk.

This book is compilations of (some of) my stories.

On a beautiful mountain sits a beautiful city; and on the mountain's peak, sits a beautiful mansion. The mansion is occupied by an old and rich couple who are known to tell amazing stories, both true and fiction. All the kids of the city would make the climb to their abode to hear their stories; of wonder, of tragedy, of heroes, and villains. On one faithful day, at the time where the old man was ready to tell yet another tale, a kid looked over to a book. 

"So, kids, what story do you want me to tell you about?" 

"Oh! Oh! How about the one where the hero slays the dragon!" 

"Or about the great and mysterious traveling merchant!" 

"Or about the mad scientist!" 

The kids were mentioning very popular tales. These tales are all fictional, as is most of his stories. And then a lonely kid at the back raised his hand. 

"Oh! You there boy, at the back! What story do you want to be told?" 

"How about the green one on your book shelf..." 

To the kids, he looked out of place, but for the old man, his face showed happiness, and for the first time in a long time, excitement. The book in question blended in to the rest of the shelf, making the majority of people only glance; But it was said that this book gets the attention of people who are special. As soon as the book was mentioned, the old man's wife, many adults, and all the maids, stood attention; their interest can be easily seen. 

"Ah yes, this book. Pandora's Adventure, the story told, no lore unsung. You have a good eye young one, for this book is contains a tale to beat all other tales that I have told you. What's more amazing is, this is one of the very few tales that are not fiction." 

The kids were happy and excited and intently listened at the old man. The story told there was bland, and truly boring; making many of the kids tired from the first page alone. The story was quick and unfulfilling that some of the kids were furious. 

"I thought the story was cool gramps! This is such a letdown..." 

"The story was quickly made and wrongly written... but this was not true." 

The kids suddenly perked up. 

"The true story lies in only a few people, and one of those people is me. So, my children, do you want to know the true story? The true adventure?" 

The kids obviously rejoiced and agreed to the old man, as he used his magic to add mist to the air and the mist created an image. 

 

The story; long forgotten, long untold, has just begun.

Lore Unsung is a man born with a curse, a curse that brings bad omen to his life with every step he takes, dies. 

He was then sent to another world by God to repay Lore for his curse.

Lore, excited for the awesomeness that he will do, quickly agreed.

And then the opposite happens; funny, weird and/or bizarre situations ensues.

But there's an epic story in there too...i think

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This is my first shot at creating web novels so criticism is much appreciated. 

This is also but a hobby of mine so I'm sorry, but updates will be at the minimum of 1 chapter a week.

Chapter 396 – Crouching Young Tigers and Tigress
Cao Ang, Cao Cao's first son and Tong's hostage, was currently training in the Ye Military Academy, which had been constructed last year when Cao Cao was busy trying to obtain Xu Province.
He was also aware of his status as a hostage. To survive, Cao Ang could not allegedly hint that he planned to resist against Tong. As a result, he swallowed his pride and followed all instructions that all Tong's subordinates gave him.
Despite the politic suppression and the surveillances, Cao Ang showed a promising talent in the military, which got the praise from Lu Zhi. However, compared to other legendary figures in the same generation, such as Zhao Yun, Xu Huang, or Taishi Ci, Cao Ang was far behind.
March 30th, 191 AD.
Today, as well, the 16-year-old Cao Ang did his best on his field training. His horseback spearmanship got better to the point that he could defeat 99% of the trainees in the military camp and more than half of the adults in the garrison forces.
Still, the rest of the few 1% in the academy was a bunch of monsters.
*PUEK*
A little 9-year-old girl laughed as she smacked Cao Ang off his horse with her pole stick.
Once again, Cao Ang lost to this young monster.
She was Hua Shi and Tong's only daughter, Zhang Min. As if she succeeded her mother, she obtained Hua Shi's face and her valiant manner. However, she inherited Tong's athletic genes and decisiveness.
The little girl did not sit on her horse. Instead, she sat cross-legs on it in a relaxed manner.
"One hit K.O. again. Zixiu, you need to work on your reaction. You're too slow!"
Cao Ang grumbled as he patted the dirt off his soft leather armor before he got back on his feet.
"Overclocking your brain at your age is bad for your growth, your highness."
"Then, why didn't you use it?"
"I want to, but I can't! I can't still understand the inner force manipulation!"
Two riders came to the two, along with several field physicians to check Cao Ang.
One of the horsemen was the 10-year-old adopted son of Tong, Liu Xie. As for the other, it was a follower that Liu Xie recruited, which was also the strongest student in this academy, who was the same age as Cao Ang.
The top student got down from his horse and examined Cao Ang's health.
Seeing that Cao Ang was unharmed, he sighed in relief and turned to Zhang Min.
"Princess, please don't use your immortal power in a fight against mortals. It's unfair."
Zhang Min snorted, "All is fair in wars! Zhongda always said that in class, and my father agrees with it, too!"
Liu Xie shook his head, "But this is a drill. What if you accidentally kill him? Please don't forget that his father is the Marquis of Wei. If something happens to him, your father will be mad."
Zhang Min pouted, "Humph! I was not the one who initiated this sparring match. He asked for it!"
Cao Ang bowed to Liu Xie and his bodyguard, "The princess is right. Your highness, it was my fault that I got knocked off the horse. This is a part of our training, so I'm prepared to hit a few times."
Liu Xie and his follower nodded at Cao Ang in admiration.
"Very well, brother Zixiu. How about this? Next time, spar with me instead. We have a similar level of skills, so we should learn with each other. As for the princess, she should spar with Wenchang instead."
Zhang Min raised her both arms to complain, "BOO! Wenchang always refuses to use his overclock mode! Fighting him at slow speed is no fun!"
Wenchang, the strongest student, had a wry smile on his face.
"My apologies, your highness princess. I get nosebleed every time I use that. His majesty also told me that I shouldn't overuse this skill unless I'm in a life-and-death situation."
"Bullshit! If you don't keep practicing, how will you get used to the backlashes!?"
The teenage sighed, "I haven't mastered the art of self-regeneration yet, your highness. I'm sorry that my talent doesn't match with you."
"Eh, forget it. I'm going home to play with Zhongda and Ziyang!"
Zhang Min galloped away to return the horse to the instructors. Meanwhile, the three men shook their heads in resignation. This princess was too strong for them to handle.
Liu Xie muttered, "I pity anyone that fancies her for a bride."
Cao Ang nodded, "Agreed."
However, Wenchang's corner of his mouth twitched. 
"Let's get Zixiu patched up. We have to join the competition in the next two days."
All three men had a nervous expression. Wenchang turned to Liu Xie, "I hope your father won't be cruel this year, your highness."
"I'm sorry. From my experience, he is a devil incarnate."
Cao Ang lamented, "I hope we won't embarrass ourselves this year."
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April 1st, 191 AD.
All top students from the military academy, public schools, and the literature school of Cai Yong gathered before the royal palace to join the annual competition between young students.
This festival was first held last year to display all the capabilities of all students under the age of 20. The mastermind of this project was Te Langpu again.
The purpose of this gathering was to weed out the low-quality schools that took advantage of the local people. At the same time, he promoted competitions, as well as encouraging all students that they had a goal in life.
All authorized schools and academies in Ye were allowed to send their best students to participate. However, students or instructors who disgraced their school would get their license revoked.
At first, the competition revealed a sign of failure, as many local schools failed Tong and Te Langpu's harsh tests. Thankfully, Cai Yong's Literature and Art School produced many talented maidens while the military academy had scouted a couple of gifted children. These young students became the stars of last year's competitions.
All champions received gold coins and a noble title from Tong directly, while all responsible instructors of these children would also be rewarded. These prices awoke the desire of many instructors and ambitious young students.
As such, once a year, grand competitions would be held in the palace for all representative talented children and instructors to fight for fame, prestige, glory, and wealth.
In the morning, Lu Zhi held an examination of art and cultural students. Zither students from Cai Yong's school held their public concert to display their skills.
As the champion band of the Art and Literature section from last year, no one could argue their performance.
Inside the throne room, many calligraphists exhibited their thought and insight through their writing and calligraphies. Each student wrote a quote or a word as they explained its hidden meaning.
Many public school representatives joined this competition. Among the students, Liu Ye, the champion of last year, participated in the game to defend his title as well. Sima Lang also joined as the representative of the royal academy under Lu Zhi.
In the end, Liu Ye won the 1st prize again with a quote, "Adults are Overgrown Children."
In the afternoon, it was a debate competition between children who aspired to be strategists.
Sima Yi was the champion of last year's contest, even though he was forced to compete by Sima Fang. This year, he was also forced to defend his title and the prestige of Sima Clan.
Tong used a fictional scenario, which represented the Battle of Guandu in his other timeline to be the question of this debate. However, he changed the names of all historical characters, so none of the students could connect this battle to their timeline.
All students had to cooperate as one. In this test, they had to come up with the right strategies to defeat Yuan Shao as Cao Cao.  
Tong laid out the whole map along with all details about granaries, military camps, soldiers, generals, and weaponry.
Te Langpu and Tong were the judges of this debate. Since they knew the results of this battle in the other timeline, they understood which strategy would work and which would not.
For this competition, Liu Ye and Liu Xie also participated in the debate, challenging Sima Yi's title.
Liu Ye and Liu Xie came up with a strategy that they would use the firepower of repeating crossbows to mow down all Yuan Shao's forces in direct combat. Most of the other competitors emphasized on ambushing tactics or hit-and-run tactics. On the contrary, Sima Yi had another idea.
As if he was Guo Jia in the other timeline, he pinpointed Yuan Shao's weaknesses, the granaries and food supply of the million-man army. He avoided all direct combat against Yuan Shao while he sabotaged Yuan Shao's personal assets, such as sending fake news, conning Yuan Shao's officers, and seducing Zhang He and Gao Lan into rebelling against their lord.
As Tong had expected, Sima Yi's performance outshone all young strategists. Many observers in this debate were astonished by his talent, and his fame spread among the lower employees' circles. Although the teenage did not come here with his freewill, Tong was impressed nonetheless.
Sima Yi's ideas even brought attention to all Tong's strategists in the clan chat when Xun Yu relayed the details. Even Ju Shou, Xun You, and Jia Xu found it challenging in this fiction scenario.
Sima Fang also observed this debate on the sideline. As the sponsor who forcefully sent Sima Yi into the competition, he would not miss the show.
Still, Sima Fang noticed the similarity between the debate subject and borders between Tong's country and Cao Cao.
'Is his majesty trying to wage war with Cao Cao? This fiction scenario's territories look so much like ours and Cao Cao's forces.'
The strategy competition took longer than the schedule since everyone interested in Sima Yi's strategies. Even adults formed groups and studied the tactics among themselves. Several scholars also sweated, feeling jealous of the children that they had this chance, wanting to participate in the debate, too.
After careful consideration, Tong announced Sima Yi as the winner of the strategist contest.
Instead of being happy, Sima Yi grumbled and secretly cursed at Tong. However, when Zhang Min came to celebrate with him, his facial expression changed into a lovestruck-teenage. The two went out shopping together using Sima Yi's hard-earned prizes.
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Late afternoon came the main event, the martial art competition.
Last year, Zhang Min was the champion of this tournament. She won not because of her status as the eldest princess, but she had mastered one of Tong's skills, overclock mode, since she was seven.
With her extra speed and reaction, not many adults could square with her longer than 20 moves. All the children were no match for her.
This year, Liu Xie, Cao Ang, and Liu Xie's sole follower participated in this competition. Several martial art schools also sent their best students here, hoping to score a title and spread their fame.
Zhang Min came back from a date with Sima Yi just to defend her title. The latter followed after the little girl around as if he was her puppy, which made Sima Fang grimaced.
After two hours of the preliminary matches and tournament matches, two finalists were decided.
The first one was the previous champion, the princess Zhang Min.
And the other one was called by his nicknamed, "Wenchang."
Zhang Min took her long pole stick and pointed at Wenchang with a grin.
"I won't hold back! Make sure you use my father's overclock this time."
Wenchang sighed. He might have received some guidance from Tong when he first entered the academy, but he really had not mastered the ability yet.
He glanced at the emperor in reluctant.
Tong noticed this teenager's nervousness. He nodded at Wenchang.
"Do your best, Wenchang! If you hold back because she's my daughter, you'll be in the world of pain!"
Wenchang revealed a wry smile on his face.
"What a cruel emperor. I might be crippled after this."
The referee gave his signal.
"FIGHT!"
The little girl, Zhang Min, disappeared from where she had stood. She reappeared before Wenchang as she thrust her weapon.
*WHOOSH*
The pole stick missed! Wenchang left an afterimage as he side-stepped.
"Forgive me, princess."
"Eh!?"
Wenchang activated his overclock mode, and everything became a slow-motion to him.
*POEK*
Wenchang's wooden sword slammed onto Zhang Min's waist, which forced her to tumble from pain.
Tong sighed and shook his head as he had predicted it. His daughter would not be able to handle this future historical figure with his legacy skills.
The reason that Tong taught Wenchang was not because he was the best student in the academy. He knew about this teenager's potential.
The referees jumped onto the tournament stage and stopped the match. The victor and the new champion had been decided.
"WINNER, WEI YAN, WEI WENCHANG!"
Wenchang was the style name of a great general of Shu Kingdom in the other timeline, Wei Yan.


Tong, a sinner who was suffering endless torment in hell because of his mistake he had done in his previous life, was giving other chance to redeem himself by the devil. 

All he had to do was participating in the redemption program, organized by the gods and the devils. He would be reincarnated as a random citizen of China during the end of the era of the East Han, and the prelude of the era of the Three Kingdoms. He would also retain his memory and a cheat skill that he designed for himself. 

Tong later found himself reincarnated as Zhang Tong, the son of the Yellow Turbans leader, Zhang Jiao. 

The problem didn't end with just the dilemma of the Yellow Turbans Army. It appeared that other than him, there were 99 others from the modern world that reincarnated into this timeline with him as well. 

This redemption program by the gods and devils didn't seem to be simple. There was definitely something fishy going on. 

Then the hidden agenda revealed itself to the reincarnators. Zhang Tong had to utilize everything by any means necessary to survive this ordeal.
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Warning: It's a story with deranged characters that MC and friends won't get a smooth sailing life forever like the other typical WN novels. 

Patience and high tolerance are required for this novel. Constant nerfs, plot twisted, and changes in the story are expected. 

All RoTK fans should also be warned. I don't follow the trends of historical events. All characters and their thought won't be like in the 14th-century novel RoTK or Dynasty Warrior.

Again, I don't sell 100% wet-dreams in this novel. I mixed nightmares in it.
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This series is completed.
Sequal: Lilim Heritage Online 
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Greetings, Beloved! 

A heartily welcome to the story that's closest to my heart. 

I started this novel almost two years ago. The plotline was simple and I thought a light-hearted story is all I needed to pen down. However, a lot changed over this period, and eventually I realized it has to be something heartfelt. Reading has always been my escape from reality, therefore I dropped writing for a while until I had enough content to create a world worth escaping to! This book is an output of the times when I lost my balance in life and nothing was working in my favor. 

You may find plot holes, cliché moments, cheesy lines, grammatical errors, and can't always agree with a character's opinion but that's alright. I never intend to write about perfection. The story revolves around a bunch of young adults seeking peace while trying to break away from the chains of undeniably bitter-sweet embroil of their pasts. 

 This book is about the traumas defining the present, inability to express oneself, unfulfilled expectations, outgrowing old friendships, letting go, healing, self-acceptance, self-love, forgiving the unapologetic, different perception of the same situation, and the heartbreaking ground reality of dealing with the loss of loved ones!I love writing each chapter because it's a piece of my heart I'm putting out there for you to read. If you're struggling with the balance between past and present, I hope this book helps you. 

 This is the first draft of "Secrets of A Known Stranger", recommended for 16 and above years of age. Contains mature themes like the mention of suicide, homicide, violence, assault, etc. 

Thank you for reading this. I have worked really hard to come up with this. 

Keep the love coming! 

Happy reading ♥ 

Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events and incidents are the products of imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Rose Drew is back in her hometown after four long years to her unrequited first love, Aaron Abner. Once childhood best friends and neighbors are now known strangers living under the same roof. Drawn to him against her will, Rose gets befriended by Ryan Jason and Laurel Reynolds when she accidentally steps on the secret stash of her newly found relationships. 

Aaron is a murder suspect; Ryan holds a deep resentment towards Aaron; Laurel is a troubled teen. Will Rose be able to prove Aaron's innocence with the help of an undercover cop who is also her fake boyfriend, Ethan Benjamin?

I find it difficult to focus on things I remember.

Unlike some people, I cannot write on the flip of a switch. There was a time when I wished I could get a typewriter, but with family as they are, sometimes it's easy to have a holiday where they only think of gifts for other people and not you. Likewise, I never give them any gifts, and outright skip them. But what kills the most is how much ink gets wasting for things that are essentially random scribbling. As if somehow random scribbling were worth more than prose. It's the little things like this, intentionally or not, that are the most insulting. And if you complain, than other people do not let you have any words.

Some people use formal language to communicate what other "lesser mortals" are able to say in less kind words, of which I wont repeat. But the gist is usually some rambling about economics, something related to communism. A university professor, to think that someone like that would lower themselves to uploading videos on youtube. Au contraire, for those who belong to sub cultures I generally associate, more often we use federated video uploading and file sharing: usually about anarchism. I communicate this story without indention, for indention is only useful if I wish to go into print. You pay the cost of a print run, for books that may never sell.

But for me, it's not the desire to sell that motivates me. I've never considered myself someone motivated by money. People say that self-published books are easier to sell in genre fiction, and yet in my own experience, it's far more common for literary fiction writers to be in the position, where they would have to self-publish their books to go anywhere. For me, it's a bit like trying to make a profit out of something little more than your blog. Which somehow feels extremely dirty to me. My mind is so often filled with noise to today, it's difficult to automatically write like I used to.

Even now, as I listen to the flow of rain drops outside the window, the reality of my dryness breaks the illusion: as much as it sounds like rain, the reality is it merely comes from my computer. To make matters worse, I have family that--and sometimes I wonder if it's even that--that in the most well meaning way possible, suggest that my work will never sell if I write anything that isn't about a specific topic. This comes despite the fact that that's quite literally the point of literary fiction.

Sometimes I wish I could melt away with the wind, and become a collection of music notes that fill the sky.

But I'm just some disillusioned speculative fiction writer. Science fiction writers have cool gadgets, other ones have cool societies. Yet for me there is nothing traditionally exciting about the human experience. But my goal is to highlight societal truths, not necessarily entertain you. If a book is the story about being a human being, trying to force it down a garden path of a seven point structure always struck me as largely pointless. As there is so many different ways to play the same piano note.

Even if it's not a song, of a sunken boat.


Sometimes you'll meet people that you're surprised they survived as long as they did, even if that person is strictly imaginary: last night I had a dream I was walking through a butchering room, ran by human female slaves. The slaves would help the main guy take girls out of the prison, who are hung up from chains by their wrists and ankles. They would be butchered on butcher block tables, their severed heads and limbs scattered all over the floor. The man would sometimes cook and eat these prisoners. But usually preferred to feed the remains to his dog, but would pretend to eat them. Then wretch them up when the man was not looking. When the man spotted me, he tried to have me captured. But instead he cornered me on his back porch.

I notice that it wasn't a stuffed tiger on the stairs, but an actual tiger painted to look like a stuffed animal. When I turned around, the man was not there, but only his dog.

-- No wonder you're able to survive eating humans, if you ate humans every day as a human, then you're body will eventually reject the things you've eaten, and begin falling apart.

--  I'm just his dog lady, I want to leave this place as much as you do.

The door swung open, it was a gaggle of girls. Some slightly wounded. The main slave girl held onto the guy's severed head and tossed it to the tiger. The tiger chased after the severed head, and for the most people could finally have a hope of not being butchered someday.

Usually dreams are not usually so violent.  They say that dreams are usually caused by stress.

But so often dreams are so realistic, including the segment where I was walking through a grocery store, and was struggling to find the right box of cereal. Eventually I had to settle for generic HC, and thus my craving for that honey could finally be satisfied, until the next time I went shopping. And then it was a slow ride home, where I could listen to the sound of rain, as it poured outside against the window.

At home, when I wake up, there is only my kitty cat.

Who wants my black beans. Carefully I move my chair so they can't go onto my dining room table. But this doesn't stop them from trying, while I make my morning coffee.

After the morning routine, I drew some comic sketches for some new light novels. Although some of the designs have me a little bit worried, as my goal is to communicate a Cyberpunk setting, and not a children's book. If I were drawing a children's book, it be one thing. But a bit different if the book is about young teenagers living the life as adults. I had once wanted to be a children's writers, but this never worked out quite like a hoped. So I'm attempting to write science fiction, under the idea that this itself may also not work out so well. And I'm stuck with a diary I don't know how to market.


I'm not an interesting person: I have almost nothing going for me; when you attempt to kill yourself three different times, it immediately becomes apparent how little society really cares about you. That may sound cynical, but it's the truth. I don't mean to sound so frank, but when you've been kidnapped once, and have about a grand robbed from you, and you're sexually assaulted every day for about a year, and certain contemporary hash tags on social media aren't what they turned out to be, the only apparent reality is one where people only think of them self.

That doesn't mean there aren't some people that do good things, but there is usually some financial string attached; as the only person in the world that puts politics aside for sake of human decency, I don't entirely understand how other people view the world differently. I used to be a computer programmer, but got tired of how men in the business treated trans women, especially on older federated social media networks. In Church, it's Give Us Our Daily Bread. In the church of a Diaspora, it's give us our daily wank.

I am a female programmer. Give me my daily shank. For thine is the Cyberdeck, and cutting is my personal wank.

Oh woman!

It seems like every time you succeed in something, there is always somebody there to try to take you down a notch; it doesn't matter what it is, it could be finding a new girlfriend, or finishing a new book. One of the reasons I left centralized social media, is that it always felt like every one of my actions was being watched. Having some people approve of your actions doesn't make things any better; what if you decided to change your mind later, or completely stop using the site altogether. You being the sole exception in a group that hates your political views. This is my experience, being social most people would consider socialist. The term is constantly degraded, because of people that don't really understand what the word means.

I can't even write Cyberpunk fiction, because--although topically I've never had much in common with him anyway--that the main godfather of that genre of fiction, although not an optimist, is at most a realistic often makes me feel like somehow my experience is invalid. Combine this with the fact that even in comics, one of the groups I've considered my lifeblood, decided to completely disown me merely for the fact that I comment on creator-ownership, or happen to dislike mainstream comic companies. Don't ever let anyone try to convince you of anything else...

Thinking critically and carefully is never easy.

Especially as an anarcho-communist.

Before the second civil war, that broke the broken American Union into several smaller national units.

Set in the fictional Tennessean city of Chatlanta, where virtual reality is being newly developed, and the line between dreams and reality blur. A writer who has a hard time finishing a story, is in search for love.

The playful hacker accidentally courts an assassin/spy for a rival US micro-nation, and decides to rebuild her dead acquaintance to give her a second chance. Interspersed are dreams about being hunted by cannibalistic serial killers, and essays about the nature of the game-design industry.

Author Note: This work is half way finished,  the next half is being plotted.

El still remembered that incident clearly from his memory. Elena came back from her favorite cafe. She was cheerful before she went to her favorite place, but everything changed when she returned.
Elena's face looked shocked, and she seemed to face something unbelievable before she came back. Elena fainted in front of El, who was about to greet his little sister.
Elena fainted without warning, and it made El worried sick about her. El and Marx brought Elena to the hospital, and the doctor couldn't find anything wrong with her.
The doctor said she was alright, but she still didn't wake up for two days. El and Marx didn't desire to go to school because Elena was more important than their education.
El and Marx could lose their education, but they couldn't lose their only little sister. Both of them stayed by Elena's side day and night.
They didn't inform their parents. El and Marx already knew that their parents didn't care about any of their children. El and Marx could only depend on each other if something happened.
El and Marx could only solve everything by themselves. They were the ones who protected Elena from kidnappers, and they were also the ones who sheltered their younger siblings.
El and Marx already knew since young that they couldn't have much hope from their indifferent parents. Their parents gave them money and a good life, but money couldn't replace family affection that they never got from their parents.
Their parents couldn't give them any affection, so they were only the ones who could offer their younger siblings the love that they never got.
Elena woke up from her coma after two days. She looked normal, but El and Marx found out that she couldn't remember what happened in March.
March was the month Elena got kidnapped. The doctor only said it was not abnormal for her to forget such an incident because it wasn't a good memory.
El and Marx also thought the same as the doctor at that time. Later, El found out that his theory was wrong. Elena couldn't suddenly get traumatized by the incident because she was okay when El and Marx saved her.
Elena's personality didn't change after the incident. If Elena really got traumatized, then her body would tremble in fear when El & Marx saved her.
But Elena was okay when El & Marx saved her, and she even looked cheerful when they picked her up after the incident. Nothing like trauma happened to her.
Elena even waved happily towards the little Luke who was with her. El started his investigation to find out the truth behind Elena's amnesia.
El finally found out the truth, and he started to hate his Father so much. Elena lost some of her memories because of his Father's derailment.
Elena couldn't accept the fact that her Father has another family besides her. Elena was mature early, and she already understood the concept of derailment.
Elena already watched anime that didn't match her age,  
while other children watched cartoons at their age. Anime is different from cartoons.  
Cartoons are for kids, while anime is for teenagers and adults. Some of the anime are safe for kids, for example, blue robot cats or anime with a hero theme.
Elena has already watched anime for teenagers since young, her favorite anime is a place drama anime, and A place drama anime is identical with a harem.
It is not abnormal for the male lead to have thousands of harem in his palace. Elena loves monogamy more than harem, but she still loved to watch it.
Elena loved reverse harem more because there were many handsome anime male characters in it. Elena already knew the harem concept, and she already understood the meaning of derailment.
When Elena returned from her favorite cafe, and it was the date, she accidentally met up with her Father's mistress. Elena couldn't accept the fact that their Father favored his mistress child over his legal children.
Elena got amnesia because of their Father, she indeed forgot some memories, and one of them was the kidnapping incident.
El used to believe in the doctor's words about Elena's amnesia, but everything changed when he found out that Elena was not afraid of the kidnapping scene.
El and Elena were watching a movie in the recreation room in El and Marx's residence. El and Marx already moved out from Marlen's main mansion.
Elena would come to visit them from time to time. Reo and Leo were too young to go out, so Elena came alone. Marx had something to do that day, and he couldn't spend time together with them.
El could hear Marx's dissatisfaction through the phone, but Marx couldn't do anything to cancel his appointment. El, Marx, and Elena love science fiction movies.
When they watched the newest science fiction movie that year, Elena accidentally watched the kidnapping incident. If someone really had trauma against kidnapping, then it would trigger her fear.
El didn't find anything wrong when he saw the scene, but he suddenly remembered that Elena had trauma against kidnapping.
El wanted to comfort Elena, but when he turned his gaze at him, he couldn't detect any fear from her expression. Elena indeed looked a little anxious, but it was not because of the kidnapping.
Elena was anxious because she was worried about the protagonist's condition. El accidentally found out that Elena had no trauma about a kidnapping scene.
El started to investigate the truth behind Elena's amnesia. Later, he found out about their Father's mistress. Elena got amnesia because of their Father, not because of the kidnapping incident.
Father's derailment was scarier than the kidnapping incident for Elena. Of course, El never asked Elena about their Father's derailment.
Elena also acted as usual when she met up with their parents as nothing happened. El only talked about it with Marx. Marx didn't show any interest in knowing this truth, and he only listened to his explanation without saying anything.
Marx acted like it was not his business at all.


Elena never knew the world that she lived in was a novel world. Elena is a villainess in the novel "Ceo's Moonlight," and Elena's character aims to help the male lead get along with the heroine. Elena didn't bully the female lead like any other villainess, but her existence as the male lead's wife made the female lead realized her foolishness and made her come back to the male lead.

Elena has been married to Luke Vander, the male lead, for three years, but Luke never acknowledged her as his legal wife at all and kept their marriage in the dark. Luke Vander ignored Elena's existence and left her alone in this marriage. Then Luke Vander got an accident and was in a coma. 

In the real novel, Luke would wake up after one year in a coma and divorced his legal wife and got married to Miona Jeremy, the female lead. But everything changed when Elena also got an accident and made her lost consciousness for three days. After Luke woke up, he loves Elena instead of the female lead. Will Elena accept Luke Vander back? Or Will she choose to leave him?


[ DISCLAIMER: the picture in the cover is not mine, credit to the owner! :) ]

An: This is original story by Hana_Frederica and not a translation.

From all the people in the world, I met you.

I hold your hand in bliss as I confess my thoughts to you. Years of friendship turned into admiration. The admiration I felt turned out to be love all along. Staying by my side through the toughest time. There at my lowest and highest, you accepted me. No matter how much I try to push back. You never left me. 

"I love you." I say as I watch you bashfully smile back. I smiled to myself as I silently watched you. I never imagined it myself, if I were to ask myself ten years from the past and ask if they think I'll be dating someone now. They'll probably say no.

Ten years ago before I met you, I was different. I hated myself as a child. I blamed the world for everything. I wanted happiness and didn't have it. I loathed myself more than anyone else in the world. I couldn't imagine myself growing old nor even passing highschool. Everyday was like a ticking bomb, as I silently wait when the bomb will explode and all my rationality disappears. 

I wait for the bomb to explode everyday. No need to make friends, I'll be forgotten anyways. No need to remember the names, I would be gone anyways. Gone like dust that drifts in the air, barely seen and barely noticed. You know it's there, but don't pay it any attention as you go on your day. 

Before I met you, I created a space in my mind that kept me going. Where I could be a different me and lived a different life. Things I never had and couldn't have were there. Friends, family, happiness and even money. This safe space I made for myself kept me going. The friends I made, the fake memories and even the fake arguments. 

I lived a life I always dreamed of. I lived a life that nobody else could see. 

I finally had a reason to live…

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But now I'm stuck.

I'm stuck in the world of reality and fiction I made. On which I prefer fiction and lived more there. Where I had people worrying about me. People who saw me as something I could never be. A role model or even an older sibling figure. I had actual hobbies and fun. The joy I dreamt for so long has arrived. 

Until I couldn't anymore.

My fiction of illusions had turned into hallucinations that became delusions that ate my sense of reality.

I can't figure out what is real or not anymore.

What am I doing?

What was the purpose of this in the first place?

My brain couldn't see the line between memories and imagination at this point. My imaginative fiction had turned into memories that never existed. My friends that had always been by my side were never there. The comfort and happiness I felt were all just myself. The warm hugs, the joyous laughter and chaotic mess we were nothing but fiction.

Self pity came as the self realisation sank in. I am pathetic. 

I just wanted someone to be with me, but couldn't. 

 I couldn't reach out. I halt myself before I make any mistake. I decided to lock myself in, before I even had the chance to open the door and look outside. I'm not waiting for anyone to come. Not everyone has the chance so I won't look for mine. What is the point of searching for something unsure especially if it can just hurt you more?

Broken is how I saw myself and how the world saw me. Giving up on myself, made people give up on me too. Why fix something that is beyond repair? I sat there silently. Watching the walls I built, before anyone could come in. I stood up on the rooftop and watched the ground.

I finally saw something in a different perspective. I looked up and stared at my surroundings that have always been in front of me. I wanted to reach the sky.

So I did.

I jumped.

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And you caught me. 

You reached out to me.

Despite me giving up on myself a long time ago. 

You didn't. 

You held my hand and held on tightly. As we reach clear grounds far from the edge you hugged me. Paralyzed, I just stood there, I don't know how to feel nor to react. I stood there like an idiot as I wondered what happened.

Words that next came out your mouth might've triggered something. Something inside of me that was never there.

"You did well today."

Tears came out like a waterfall. My voice that has never been heard as I always kept silent can be heard throughout the rooftop with my scream. A stranger I never met before decided to hug me in the most assuring way possible. At last the chance I never took in the first place, decided to come to me instead.

Meeting you changed my life. You talked to me that day and made me realise things I never could. Despite me pushing you away you stood beside me. In my episodes of breakdowns, you were there beside me. Whenever I start going back to the fantasy I made, you were there to bring me back to reality. 

Time with you passed by quickly. The time bomb I used to have has now disappeared as I had you beside me. You accepted me without any hesitation. I was broken, but you saw me as damaged. You fixed my young and immature self and made me see life in a different way. With you I grew into a person that could accept myself. You waited for me, for me to accept and love myself before I learned how to love you.

I cannot express how much I love you. The way you hide your face as you get embarrassed. The way you smile on the little things. The way we just look at each other and understand each other completely. The way the two of us would sit on a couch with silence, no words were needed to be used as there was no awkward air. The passion and devotion I felt for you. 

I've seen myself change. I used to wake up everyday with emptiness. Now with excitement as I wait for you to call. I open my eyes just to think of you. My eyes that used to be dull and colorless were now full of life as it glitters thinking of you.

For the first time in my life, I have never felt the amount of love you have decided to give me.
Our relationship formed through my pain. We went through a lot to be here. You did your best to fix my damaged self, as I placed an effort to fix it too. 

Time passes as we turn into adults. Our love from highschool that even withstand college has turned us into different persons. For the first time I learned to be selfish and said, "I want to be with you forever."

You agreed as you held my hand tightly. 

You treated me well and loved me well.
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Until you couldn't.

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Friends for two years and lovers for ten years.

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The days, months and years we counted together have now stopped. The day I decided to stay home, while you drove home alone. Was also the day you disappeared.

It was also the first time I realised how fragile life truly is. Someone you love who was beside you yesterday, could not be breathing tomorrow.

My mind had forgotten how it was like to live without you. I gave all myself to you, I don't know how I could live on without you. The forever we promised is now gone. What am I supposed to do if you're not beside me? 

Do I follow you? Or keep on living? But if I keep on living, what would it be for?

I am on my knees begging, "Please tell me you are still alive."

Denying can't change the truth. She sat there as she begged for her loved one to breathe again. I watched her on her knees powerless as she continued to blame herself. She blamed herself for something she couldn't do anything about. She thought of taking her life once, but she couldn't. As the promise she made with her lover she couldn't break, the promise to live happily.

She returned onto who she was before she met her lover. She lost herself between the lines of reality and fantasy. To the lover, she loved the most, was still alive for her. She went back to the room that she had locked herself in before and drowned herself in unforgettable memories that her lover had given her.

The names of the lover would never be forgotten, as the story that came along with them. With the peers they had met throughout their life, they share their story to remember the beauty that had blossomed from their love.

Ruminating thoughts at 3am.

Thoughts, rants, and feelings that were never told into a form of short story. 

Will update every week at Wednesday 10pm UTC +8


I close the last book from the orphanage's library that the nun Raya brought over, I smiled. I just learned a lot of things, the interesting world that I just woke up into, a world that could be categorized as fiction and made-up story in my previous world. If anyone in my previous world heard or read about it, they would probably laugh at the books but I thought otherwise, this is my new reality. The reality that I now lived in a world called Earth One. There are four continents, The Northern Continent, The Southern Continent, The Eastern Continent, and lastly, the continent that I am currently in, The Western Continent. There exist different Kingdoms and Empires in every continent, it was interesting. 

The orphanage that I am currently living in does not belong to any of the Kingdoms or Empires in the Western Continent or in any continent for that matter however, it does belong to the Church, a church that worshipped the so called Sun God. But what really interests me is that magic exist in this world, they are categorized accordingly, from red to violet. At first, I did not believed it but after I concentrated and meditated for hours, I could feel it and see it- that deep inside me was a core, it still has no color, in one of the books I've read, seven year olds will start working on their core with the help of the adults but in my case, I studied it on my own. It became a daily routine after the first light in the morning and last light at night. 

After weeks of meditating, I opened my eyes as a contented smile was plastered on my face, inside within me, I could see the color red starting to fill my core. I just followed the instructions in one of the books I've read, even in my previous world, the best asset I've got was my sharp and photographic memory. I heaved a sigh of relief as I stood up from where I sat cross-legged. A knock was heard from the door, it was the nun, the gentle nun, Raya, she did everything and anything that I requested of her, even a mirror. She brought over the mirror and placed it over in the corner and left, I thanked her as I bowed my head, she was flustered about it, I could only shook my head in resignation, although Raya was gentle, she was also shy, a young nun, around sixteen, that's the profile I got on her after two months of staying inside the orphanage. After the door closes, the went straight to the mirror, I was curious of my appearance, I haven't seen my face, but judging from my skin, I could confidently say that I will grow up as a beauty. I know, it was a narrow-minded way of thinking but I could just work on it if anything. 

I stood in front of the mirror as I scrutinize my appearance, long jet-black hair, beautiful ruby eyes, and a proportioned face. Even though the body of the girl I woke up into is still young, I could picture out her beauty in the future. 'She's pretty.' I thought. I then looked over at the sewing machine and the fabric that Raya brought over. I small smile escaped my mouth. I was truly and honestly grateful to Raya, she was a supportive nun. 

I was lost in my thoughts and nostalgia when suddenly, the door slammed open, it was the kids that bullied this girl's previous owner. There were three of them, two boys standing behind a brunette haired-girl, there was an angry look on their young faces but before they could say anything, Amara moved as she punched them in the face, she did not forget to hold her self back since she's stronger compared to kids her age. She's now a cultivator, a red core cultivator. 

Amara, the strongest and the most vicious known assassin in the 21st century. Anyone who heard her name will tremble in fear. She was a known as a dragon hiding beneath a mask, the facade of a beauty- graceful, elegant, dazzling, and unreachable. She was known for all of those things. She was called by many names however, her faith and destiny was cruel to her, she died, she died from a heart disease, the disease that she stubbornly refused to get treatment. She died with regrets. 

In the end, even the Gods won’t let her rest as she was given another chance at life in an unknown world. She vowed for redemption, self-reflection, and self-betterment.

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