Graphic and contains scenes of violence: strong language, maturity, blood, torture, pain, pleasure, sex, graphic content, sex toys and more wonderful tools/genres.

Graphic and contains scenes of violence: strong language, maturity, homosexual content, sex and mild violence.

                      *Disclaimer*

Dangerous Love is entirely a work of fiction. Any coincidences in names or actions in this story are just that, coincidences.

This story contains graphic scenes both sexual and violent, well as graphic as my brain can conjure them.

As I said this draft is entirely a work of fiction I came up with in between school but nevertheless feel free to message me. I'm open to ideas of any kind, however crazy they might be.

PLEASE NOTE THE STORY IS UNEDITED.

PS: All the complex matters in the story will grow in due time.



They say some things happen for a reason. Maybe it's true or it's just one of those things people say when they don't want to face the truth of the matter or to deal with the fact that things have changed.

That said, if anyone had told Diana Peters that in just a day everything would change drastically and I do mean it literally, she would have probably laughed her head off at how ridiculous it sounded. While others would call it a chance to turn over a new leaf, she called it bullshit.

Ryder Stone, on the other hand is the infamous bad boy shrouded in teenage mystery and with nothing but causing it trouble whenever he can, or so they say and girls falling at his feet. But what happens when there's more to the typical bad boy than the cliche stereotype. And what's more; is he friend or foe?


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PS: Cover is not mine. Courtesy of original owner

WARNING: This book contains VERY graphic sexual content. This story is not recommended for readers with an aversion to graphic depictions of sex. Not recommended to readers under 18 years of age. Reader discretion strongly advised!
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"If you can't laugh about sex, you shouldn't be doing it."
- Sue Johanson
 
"Sex: the thing that takes up the least amount of time and causes the most amount of trouble."
- John Barrymore
 
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Kylee Cruz sat at her desk inside her small-office cubical that was only six by eight feet. She didn't mind the small space; it was quite comforting. She was five foot nine, and her shaved, smooth legs fitted perfectly under her desk.
They were allowed to personalize their cubical, but she kept hers simple, with just a spider plant and a photo frame of her grandmother who raised her. She had no children and no boyfriend. They would come later after she had chiselled herself a good spot in the company.
She has been working at Edwards, Gates, and Mortimer's Lawyers firm for only five months in the secretarial pool. It had its benefits – free insurance and dental, good hours, free coffee and snacks in the mini-kitchen on her floor, and free parking.
Kylee was twenty-one, and she had put herself through night school for three years while holding down two jobs. She wanted to better her career chances and get a foothold in a job that had prospects of advancement. She had taken an admin/secretarial course and passed second highest in her class. After four months of looking and applying for jobs, she obtained a position at Edwards, Gates, and Mortimer's.
The only problem she had, well three problems, was Milly Gates, Beverly King, and Judy Washington. The three women made her life at work a living hell. Milly was the ringleader.
All three were in their mid-thirties, and dressed and sauntered about as if they owned the company. They spent more time looking at their compact mirrors, checking their makeup than they did their computer screens.
Milly was Mr Gates – one of the partners – sister. She was the floor supervisor for the secretarial pool. Therefore, if Kylee wanted to complain, she had no one to go to unless she went over Milly's head – which would be career suicide.
The three were like a witch's coven, always standing together, never doing their work, simply chatting and gossiping and making everyone else's life a misery – unless you were a good-looking, young male assistant, then you got their attention, but in a different way.
With the other women, they were complete bitches, stirring trouble, harassing, and generally acting like teenagers at college. They also messed with your hours if you talked back or tried to speak out.
Only last week Milly had Helen Clarkson fired for stealing from the supply cupboard, simply because she had reached her limit with their bullying and stood up in front of everyone and shouted she was going to see Mr Daily, the floor manager first thing on Monday morning.
Come Monday she didn't have to arrange a meeting with him; she was called in on alleged charges of stealing when Milly supposedly found office equipment empty wrappers stuffed in Helen's bottom drawer. Milly stated she couldn't have possibly used that many supplies, and she must be taking it home. She announced she was having to order extra for a while, and now she knew why.
This week everyone kept their heads down, taking the abuse. They didn't want to end up like Helen.

After their bath, they had to eat out since Bolin wasnt around to deliver food. 

It was during this time that Xiao Ai missed Bolin so she decided to pay him a visit. It was a sunday and Gu Bojing was free so he accompanied her. Not only because he was free but also because he didnt want her to frustrate his brother even more. 

When Xiao Ai pushed the door open, she was welcomed by a foul mood between Bolin and his secretary. 

"Morning Brother in law. Morning Miss Ou. How are you doing this morning?" 

"what happened to your voice Missus." Miss Ou asked concerned.

She received no response. 
"Brother, I brought you some fresh tulips and fruits. I hope you recover soon." 

"Why? So you can scam me even more?" 

Xiao Ai looked to her husband who was awfully quiet. Not helping matters. "Of course not. Its so you can continue being our chef?" 

Bolin tsked. He knew it. This shameless woman wouldnt change. 
"But what's with the foul mood? Miss ou is everything fine?" 
Miss Ou gave a faint smile. 

"Miss Ou if it's because you almost leaked that Brother in law is.. you know cant perform, you didnt say it so you dont have to feel guilty." 

That caught Miss Ous attention. "I...I almost said it?"

Bolin face palmed himself and looked to his brother for help but he already knew his reply. "Sister in law..I am not...I...i can perform." 

Xiao Ai moved closer which made Bolin shift further almost falling off the bed. "I understand. A lot of people deny it at first. I am a psychologist. I have seen deranged patients who keep illusions with them. Our hospital has some of the best Urologists. I can assure you..."
 
"Big sister in law. I can perform. You dont have to worry." He said this in a tone that made Xiao Ai back dow  from pestering him. 

"Okay. Okay. If you say so. I just came to check on you. I will leave now." 

Bolin smiled wearily. "That would be very much appreciated. I would love it if you can leave. As soon as possible infact. " 

Xiao Ia squeezed her face at him. "You dont have to send me away. I was going to leave anyway. Idiot. Why did I even bother to check on you? Shameless." 

"That's rich coming you big sister in law." 

Xiao Ai wanted to walk forward and teach him some manners but her husband held her back. "You are in a hospital Mrs Gu. You of all people should know the protocols."

She nodded but glared at her brother in law. Before she left, she gave Miss Ou a flyer. 

"Dont do whatever is on it " Bolin warned. "Its definitely scam." 

Miss Ou didnt respond to him but read through the flyer. "What is this first Missus?" 

Xiao Ai smiled happy that someone was interested in her flyer. "Its a little something Lifen and I are planning. The design would still be changed." 

Bolin grasped the flower from Miss Ou who had a displeased a expression. "The design is wash. Its so bad. Who made this? Brother can make better designs." 

Xiao Ai looked to her husband. Bolin continued. "He studied software engineering so graphic design is not much of a big deal." 

The man who was being discussed didnt say a word and merely cleared his throat. 
"Why then are you into business?" 

"Big sister in law.  Anyone can go into business if they have the brains but of course things like this you would not understand." 

Xiao Ai kept her anger in check and didnt reply. But she looked up at her hubby and smiled. 
It seemed she had seen someone to make graphic designs for her for free. 

On their way out, she asked him. "I didnt know you studied software engineering." 

He smiled and patted her back. "You studied psychology and you run an underworld business. It's the same." 

Xiao Ai cleared her throat. Awkward. He already knew. 
While he was driving he realized she didnt make small talks like she does. 
"You are awfully quiet. Did Bolin and his secretary disturb your mood. " 

"Not at all. I just thought of someone." 

"Someone special?" 

After getting betrayed by her own family. Zhao Ai decides there's no more reason to live. If happiness will come to them with her death, then she was fine with it. So she knowingly took the poison apple but she was reborn. 
Life has given her a second chance.
Ah. You there..the step sister I cared for but betrayed me. It's time pay to back what you owe. This missus IQ is very high.

And the fiancé I loved all my youth, you dare to cheat. I will show you all some good face slap. This psychologist will make you all a psycho. 

"Em..handsome why are we both naked in bed?" she asked tightly holding the duvet. 

The young handsome man sat upright, his well defined upper body was something she couldn't take her eyes off. Shamelessly forgetting what she was asking she started to flirt. 

"Handsome we must have met before. You look too handsome for my eyes to forget."

"You married me last night." he stated no emotion on his perfectly sculpted cold face.

"Eh..so you are saying I took advantage of you last night and married you?"

"Yes."

"And you agreed?"

"Yes"

She tilted her head to look properly at him. Her face swollen due to lack of proper sleep. She seemed to be weighing his words before concluding. 

"Hmm..that sounds shameless. But I believe you. Only I have the guts to be shamelessly shameless."

"..." 

And so Zhao Ai starts her life over again. Refusing to be betrayed again. Married to Emperor Gu, the president of Emperor group of industries. The wealthiest and most feared man in the country. 

Zhao Ai learns that her life is more than what it seems and she starts to find out things she didn't know. Perhaps this husband of hers was not a coincidence. Perhaps they had really met before.

And like that, this young shameless missus begins her journey of face slapping.


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Having a mascot gives the company an attitude as well as a face, just like Sonic the Hedgehog gives to Sega. I remember Sega through its blue and speedy mascot. 
And if it was not for Sonic, I would have no fucking clue what a Sega is exactly, as I was born after the golden age of gaming. Sonic the Hedgehog is more easier to remember than the gaming company that had invented him in the first place. All to capitalize on the market at the time. Also, to challenge Mario from Nintendo.
In my opinion, Mario is not as cool as Sonic. He is definitely not as cute as Kirby. Hell. Mario is probably one of the lamest mascots ever, being a fat plumber who has no real idea about plumbing. Yet despite that, Mario is one of the most recognizable icon in the modern world due to branding.
As such, Krispy Kirby is my brand. An intellectual property of mine if one to be technical about it.
There is a reason to why I am not naming the mascot as Desora, opting to use the name instead. I will not waste time explaining the reason, as it is irrelevant to my current task. I will if it does become sort of relevant.
I begin working on the game like a normal person. That means opening up the pre-installed code editor somewhere on the desktop within the laptop in front of me. The same laptop that has Game Creation System installed on it.
The System is installed my phone too. More correctly to say that the laptop and the phone are merely interfaces to the Game Creation System.
Anyway, the technical term for the editor that I am using to code is called an Integrated Development Environment (IDE). The programming languages used within the IDE by the game developer from this world are not that much different from Earth.
That is to be expected since everyone kind of speak English. Everyone in this massive country anyway, and certainly, there are other languages in the world. Not that it matters to me, as I know every single language there is.
If I do not, I will learn it instantly. That is one of my powers. A very common powers apparently as the others all have it. It is how we are able to understand each other in some capacity.
I begin to code the game, working diligently for the next hour or so. In retrospect, I should have done a bit of planning on paper, but it is not a very complicated game. Like how complicate it is to have just a burning ball of fire flying through a bunch of pipes, trying not to get drenched in the process.
Not very complicated at all.
Once the codes are done, I need to work on graphics. That is a bit more difficult since I am not an artist by any mean. My 5 points in Graphic demonstrate this fact. Thus, I decide to search the web for some free arts.
I make a note to hire a graphic designer to prevent this from happening. Or I can just create someone out of thing air. That would consider to be cheating, right? What if I make that person dumb and stupid to balance out his or her awesome artistic skill? Still considered to be cheating though.
"Yes. It is, and I will help you with the graphic."
Desora offers, and the offer makes me quirks my eyes. What does he mean by that exactly? If he used his power to do so, it would still be considered as cheating. It is not any different from me doing it.
"Sure?"
I answer and watch Desora creates a stack of paper and a pen out of thin air. He then forms Kirby-like arms and legs, just so he could hold the pen and draw some pipes on the paper. 
Several pipes, actually.
And if I ever wanted to see Kirby working on making sprite, I think this is as close as it could get asides from giving life to a real Kirby. That is actually not a good thing.
Seeing all the cartoonish pipes that Desora has drawn for me gives me an idea. Maybe I should render the whole game in a cartoonish style. Must like Yoshi Island or something of the sort. It would appeal to a lot of people and give my company a cute image.
Nothing ever goes wrong with cuteness.
I have learned that from watching a lot of anime back in those lazy days. Before I had run into Desora, promptly becoming his host. My desire for cuteness cannot be helped since I was born in modern day Earth, but that is enough about that.
Integrating the graphics Desora has created is not that difficult, considering my programming skills. It is noticeable that my skills do not increase whatsoever, thus I fix that immediately.
Working on anything should improve my programming skills, thus making me a better developer. Not necessary a game developer. Programming a game like Krispy Kirby does not increase my skill all that much, but it does a little.
I would gain more points for complicated games like Overwatch. A huge team of dedicated coders and graphic designers would be needed for that. I will probably hire actual people for my second or maybe third game. Proper employee, not a free one like Desora.
Since every game in this world has networking, I decide to add that as well. The game obviously is not a multiplayer game, but it can use the network to upload score for the ranking. That does mean that I need to have a server.
Or just use a free one. There are plenty of free server available, but they will not be able to handle the load that I have in mind. Too bad I have no choice as I have no… oh wait. I do have some money.
Thank you, big sister.
Purchasing a server is as easy as 1, 2 and 3.
Once a server is setup, I test the game with Desora, finding the gameplay not that much different from the original game, Flappy Bird. But Krispy Kirby is way more hilarious. As hilarious as seeing Kirby being on fire and trying run through a bunch of pipes, looking for a way to douse the flames.
"This is hilarious, and I think you have something here, William. Let me play it a few more times before you repack it as an installation package. I might be able to find some bugs. Delicious bugs."
Desora compliments and jumps into the digital space of the game to take place of Krispy Kirby.
I chuckle at that and decide to check my phone, seeing that my girlfriend is calling me back again. She is pissed off that I did not bother to call her after that simple word. 
Well. I will cook her for a bit before making her day. Even though it is somewhat mean to keep her like that, it is for the best. I play to win. Nothing else is acceptable.
Once Desora has enough fun, I package the game as an installation file and submit it to the competition for tomorrow. Good thing there is no preliminary reviewing or anything of the sort, or the game would never have passed through that.
It looks cheaply made after all, and it is due to having spent only like half a day on it at most.
Furthermore, people tend to judge things on visual alone rather, and regardless of how good my game concept and design are, if nobody gives it a try, it would not go far. 
That makes me think, and I decide to set up a social account for Desora Interactive. Once I get a lot of followers, I should be able to showcase new games and get the ball rolling much more easier.
Oh. I almost forgot to register Desora Interactive as an actual company. It cost $500 to do so, and since I have some money now, I did not bother to hesitate. I will pay my big sister and parents back later.
After all of that, I decide to check up on my girlfriend. Her name is Jennifer by the way. I probably have not mention it. She is an aspiring idol. Or trying to be one. It is not going well for her at all, and if I did not work on a Game Creation System, I probably work on an Idol Management System.
One thing at a time, so I guess Jennifer will have to struggle for a while.
"Why are you here?"
My girlfriend is not really happy to see me. At least on the surface. She is happy that I drop by instead of calling. I actually rarely drop by her place, opting to work on my games with a dream in mind. Since I have finished the game, I have time now.
I did not tell her that, however.
"To see my girlfriend. Gifting her some flowers and a box of chocolate too."
I tell her with a smile and produce a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolate. The rose I brought, but the chocolate, I have created. Well. More like I had made myself in a kitchen. I can cook thanks to my bigger sister being a chef. A struggling chef.
More on that for another time.
"Hmph. You will not able to bribe me that easily, William."
Jennifer responses. She tries to make the angriest face that she could, but due to her size and stature, it comes off as cute. Like super cute. I think that is the reason I like her in the first place.
"Oh? If you do not want it, I can take it back. Let me find someone else to give it to first though. Please excuse me." 
I tell her and turn around to actually go and find someone else, leaving her utterly speechless. Even if it is a joke, I would do it for real just because she is behaving that way.
"Hah!? Are you serious!? Hey! Hey! Wait a second! Give it here, you idiot! How dare you give my stuff to another person. I will kill you!"
Jennifer calls out and rushes after to me. Ah. It is fun messing around with her, and I think it is probably nice to have some human contacts.
Too bad Jennifer does not let me stay the night, and I am not a horny teenager to press the matter.
And since I have free time now, I decide to work on the System for a bit more. Sure, I could have used the time to improve my programming and game development skills, there is no need to hurry.
Oh. I just notice that Desora is missing, so I must have packaged him with the game and submitted to the compeitition. Oh well.
I will pick him up tomorrow. 
Not like this is the first time something like it had happened.

Pending rewrite. Formerly known as Systems & Makers.

On the next day, Fern and Emily go through their routine of attending different lectures in the morning and reuniting for lunch. After the girls have recovered their energy, they find a bus and go to the art gallery. 

The Tremblay Art Centre looks like a big white box on the outside, but it houses a fantastically large collection of various art pieces. The centre could easily be mistaken for a museum because of its education programs and historical exhibitions. It would take multiple 8-hour extended visits to see everything that the centre has to offer. 

Immediately upon walking into the building, Emily and Fern are dazzled by a colourful and large glass sculpture that doubles as a chandelier. Careful to avoid standing under the sculpture, just in case it falls, the two pick up an informational brochure and map from the greeter. 

Looking at the map, Fern is immediately overwhelmed by an onslaught of compelling exhibitions to look at. In contrast, Emily does not bother looking at the map and starts walking towards the first thing she sees. When Fern looks up to ask Emily about her thoughts, Emily has already infiltrated a group of artsy looking people. 

Walking up to Emily and poking her shoulder, Fern smiles awkwardly to the strangers and says hello. Turning back to Emily, Fern looks like a mom who is about to scold her kid and asks, "what?" 

Like she's known this group of people her entire life, Emily cheerfully says, "Let me introduce you! Everybody this is my best bud Fern, Fern, this is everybody. We were just talking about what we think the meaning is of this painting." Leaning into Fern and using her hand to cover her mouth, Emily jokingly says, "Poor Sally said she thinks it means that clowns aren't scary." Emily's new friends laugh like that was peak comedy while Fern lets out of a fake chuckle. 

Failing to notice Fern's awkwardness, Emily wraps her arm around Fern's shoulders and tells the group, "We're actually starting a science club that produces a newsletter. Any of ya'll interested in joining? You guys seem like you'd be good at writing and design." 

Fern's eyes widen as she is shocked by Emily's boldness. They might not even be students at Ontario University. Fern continues to be stunned as the strangers actually consider Emily's proposal. Do absurdly fearless university students with lots of free time all gather at art galleries? 

After Emily tells the group more about the club, two of the group members say they might be able to write for the newsletter. Emily trades contact information with the two group members and shows them the club's Facebook page, so they can follow it. Happy that she's recruited some more members, Emily cheers and says, "Already got 5 club members! We still need to get a graphic designer for the website, you guys know anyone?" 

In response, one of the people offers, "One of our friends does graphic design gigs on the side, but I don't know if she'd be willing to help. She came to the gallery with us-" 

The person stops talking as a young woman walks up to the group. She's at least 6 feet or 182 cm, has dark brown skin, and very short hair. Complementing her artsy model aesthetic, she's wearing unique pieces of clothing and graphic makeup that make her look like she jumped out of a fashion magazine. Looking down and making eye contact with Fern and Emily, she says to no one in particular, "Who are these two?" 

Perking up, one of the new potential writers for the club says, "Hey, Alina! We were just talking about you. These are our new friends, Emily and Fern. They're looking someone to do graphic design for their club newsletter." 

Raising her eyebrows, Alina sizes up the due before unceremoniously replying, "Well, good luck with that." 

Off-put by Alina's bluntness, but unwilling to give up, Emily wears a customer service smile and says, "Thanks. Could we convince you to be our graphic designer?" 

Watching Alina's unamused body language and responses, Fern worries that she and Emily have somehow offended her. Knowing that Emily is stubborn as heck when it comes to apologizing, there is almost no chance of Alina agreeing to help if this continues. Before Alina can respond, Fern jumps into the downward spiralling conversation. 

"It can be like a part-time job rather than a volunteering position... We won't be able to pay you from the get-go, but we can reimburse you later." Noticing that Alina looks more open and interested, Fern gains confidence and adds, "If you want." 

Crossing her arms and raising her head, Alina says, "I don't need your money." In the same breath, she says, "But I have standards and my time is valuable. I expect you'll pay me at least $15 for every hour that I'm working, not just for the art itself." 

Emily inwardly scoffs at Alina's 'I'm better than you act,' but says nothing. Pleased that she fortunately guessed why Alina was miffed, Fern smiles and says, "Great! Can I see some of your work, and I'll tell you about the club?" 

"Sure." After standing straighter and getting rosy in the cheeks, Alina says, "A higher up at the gallery is alumni, so it does exhibitions of student works. You can see some of my pieces there." 

"Wow, that's so cool!." Tugging on Emily's shoulder, Fern enthusiastically asks where the exhibition is. Emily, Fern, Alina, and the two writers split off from the rest of the group to look at Alina's art and discuss club plans. 

Eventually, Fern and Emily lost track of time while chatting and looking at intriguing art. Although Emily was averse to the idea of persuading Alina any more, Emily and Fern got verbal promises to join the club from Alina and the two writers. Verbal commitments from university students are not the most reliable, but they are better than nothing. By the time they had seen maybe 40% of everything in the building, they were exhausted, and the sun was starting to set. Not eager to be outside when it is dark out, the two decide to stop by Dr. Martin's lab and postpone shopping.

A young university student, Fern, is a mess. She has yet to find something that makes her feel passionately excited. 

When Fern receives a bad mark on a research project proposal, she is forced to seek help from a professor and discovers the magic of biology. 

As Fern pursues her fascination with the field, she and her friends will inadvertently revolutionize the world's understanding of the planet and its inhabitants.

Her:
A month into my freshman year of high, I decided that it isn't going to be exciting, and I can't tell you how happy that makes me.
This year I wanted to get over my social anxiety and make at least one friend.
I've never really had friends before, so I don't really understand them.
Why do people want to surround people that are exactly like you?
I mean that's what friends are, people who share at least one thing in common with you.
But from what I observe from watching those around me, friends can either make you a worse person or make you better.
For me, what has been my friend all my life, is my music.
Even if my crowd of fans is only my mom and younger siblings.
Jade Rose...
Mom always says that my name would be perfect if I were to become a pop star.
The only problem with that dream is I would first have to get over not only my social anxiety but my stage anxiety.
It got so bad, where the school had to excuse me from any and all presentations in front of people.
I don't have any problems in front of teachers by themselves, only when I'm in front of people that I know hate me.
The reason I enjoy disappearing into the background is that harsh words don't reach your ears because people just regard you as air.
Those who lack attention and love seek attention, but people like me who have a loving and understand family don't go and seek it in any form.
That's why I am okay with being considered air because it means I'm not the target of the cruelness of all the rich and famous kids of West Hollywood Private High School.
Today started like every other morning, I got up and made breakfast for my siblings.
Sapphire was being her usual outgoing self, her twin Jaspar was messing around with Zircon our baby brother, baby Amber was sitting giggling watching her older siblings well playing with the back of Sapphire's hair
People ask why our mom only named us girls after gems not realizing that Jaspar and Zircon are both gemstones.
We all carry the last name Rose, not to mention our middle names somehow can all be related to a famous artist nowadays, I got Arianna, Sapphire got Taylor, Jaspar got Justin, and Zircon got John.
Mom uses these artist's names and tells people why she gave us these names, in reality, she wanted us to have a normal name if we hated our first names.
Personally, I don't mind the name Jade at all, thankfully it's not a truly common name.
Sometimes I wish I were a little bit normal, despite not wanting a normal name.
I've tried to fit in my whole life, even when I was a tot, I knew I'm never going to be like the crowd.
I will always be an outlier.
Speaking of outliers, it goes perfectly with what we're learning in math, plotting dots, graphing.
With a major partner project that we start today, and that I'm never going to get out of.
At most I'm hoping that I can get out of the partner part of the project and just complete it myself.
Though my partner would have to join another group, I'm sure it would be fine considering who sits next to me.
Luka Cheng, the Chinese-American heartthrob for every wanna be in this damn school.
His dad is a famous music producer and is THE person you want to work with.
People act like this is some amazing fact.
My thoughts have always been, ya no shit, sherlock.
We go to school with the sons and daughters of famous people, everyone here has connections.
Though I may be a nobody in this school, my mom is a kickass CEO running most of the entertainment circle in Hollywood, but I don't flaunt it.
My mother has told me if I am ever going to go anywhere in life, it has to be done by myself.
Nothing is free, everything comes with hard work.
The only problem is again... I suffer from severe anxiety.
Anyway, after breakfast, we drop baby Amber at daycare, and then my siblings and I walk to school.
They go to school on a different campus but the difference is only a few minutes walking distances.
We live in Beverly Hills, and West Hollywood private school should technically be in Beverly Hills because the school is right on the border.
It's only a mile and a half to school, and since mom insists that we stay fit and have a ten-minute mile, my siblings and I can all easily walk to school in half-an-hour.
Walking into Graphic design I take my normal seat in the back of the class and stare down at my keyboard.
The only time I ever look up in is class is when I absolutely must.
At least for Graphic Design, I have a computer to hide behind, also the computer lab is situated in rows and there are not enough people to fill up all the rows so I sit by myself in the back row.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Luka Cheng enter Graphic Design, for some reason the hottest topic of gossip this month is the fact that he took graphic design instead of a music elective.
It's ridiculous as fourteen-year-olds that we care about things like the class schedule at least he can take a class like music.
I can only imagine the fool I would make of myself if I ever took a performing arts class.
I would trade my class schedule any day with any of Luka's fangirls, why, one might ask.
I share the exact same class schedule as him.
Going through my first day of school was hell, and it was because I was so afraid of one of those fangirls coming after me.
Luka in each one of my classes on the first day of School tried his hardest to sit next to me, and I have no idea why.
I'm glad teachers assigned seats quickly, the last thing I want to do is be stuck next to him in all of my classes.

There's a girl at the elite private school of West Hollywood High School. She keeps her head down because she doesn't want to be seen. One person sees her very clearly and wishes for everyone to not only see her but hear her, in all of her glory.

It was a day just like everyday..lol...Yuri was sitting on her bed, with a notebook on her lap. Hairs lazily tied in a loose bun with a few stray strands swirling all over her face, indeed annoying her. She was continuously scribbling something on the sheet."Arghh, I can't do it!" She angrily shoves the notebook on the bed and buried her face on the pillow kept on her right, not to mention screaming her lungs out but of course, muffled up. Suddenly her phone started buzzing making her groan, "Who the hell blasted my phone with messages?" She picked up the device from the coffee table placed just beside the bed. "Kim Namjoon! This boy, I will kill him for sure, someday."

NJ-Yow! Sticky willy!Yah!! Reply to me, idiot! wait-

Did you just strangle yourself? No, wait-You jumped off a cliff.

 Am I right?OHMYGOD DFJEHURGEG



Yuri- 
TF- 
KIM NAMJOON! LISTEN UP! DIDN'T DIE AT LEAST NOT BEFORE KILLING YOU. YOU BETTER GIVE ME A GOOD REASON FOR SPAMMING MY PRECIOUS PHONE WITH YOUR SHITTY MESSAGES.



NJ-
Whoops-
You alive kiddo? No issues, meet me at our regular place today at 5:00 p.m.



Yuri-Geez, kay.



NJ-Bye-bye Monkey



Yuri-Get outta here! You dumbass!

NJ-...



***

With that she kept the phone where it was placed before and lied on the bed again, staring at the ceiling. A few warm tears trailed down her cheeks. "Why's everything so complicated? I miss you...mom" she mumbled with a very faint and sad smile. Shin Yuri is a 26-year-old graphic designer, her works are so good that a company hired her as their graphic designer, welp just for a month as a replacement for the only present Graphic designer before. She lives alone in a 2-room apartment. She is not on very good terms with her father and her mother died when she was a mere 4-year-old. She wiped her tears and got up from the bed. 

Then she changed her PJs to neon crop top with black baggy jeans. Makeup? Hell Nah! Just a lip gloss will do. She took her black-colored backpack and THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN ONE'S LIFE, MOBILE PHONE, well of course. Bleh.

30 minutes later, She opened the door of the small café as the smell of coffee hit right in her nostrils. "Can't believe you just started drooling," uttered a deep and husky voice. "There you are, Mr. Kim Namjoon." She retorted. The boy just chuckled and shook his head as he came towards her. "Now come in and take your seat, will you? Miss Hot Head?" He said as he leads her towards the light brown table in the little corner of the café. Yuri scoffed. 

Kim Namjoon, a 27-year-old, tall, and well-built man. He's friends with Yuri since highschool. Yuri isn't the type of person who'd like to interact much with people rather she'll stay in her room and do some designing or might sleep. Well, blasting loudspeakers is also a good option. It took a lot of time for Namjoon to be on close terms with her. Now that he is her only best friend, no one can even think of thinking something bad about Yuri.

Soon they took their seats." Why would you call me here Joon? Something important?" she asked straight away. "Of course, it's important." Yuri nodded signaling him to continue. "I...just lost me another job." He said with a heavy sigh. Yuri pursed her lips and kept her hands over his, which were rested on the table since they sat."Joon...look at me." She insisted. Namjoon slowly raised his head just to meet her doe eyes.

"If you don't like doing office jobs why do you even do 'em?"Yuri-ah, my parents..they..I don't think they'd understand." He said in a monotonous tone making the girl sigh. "Did you ever confront them about it?" she asked. He just shook his head. "Talk to them about this once. I'm sure they'd understand. If not, then I'll talk to them, but I suggest you talk to them yourselves once." She said in a soft tone making the heart of the former accelerate at its full speed. He couldn't decipher what was more beautiful her sparkling dark blue eyes or her captivating smile. "Joon? Are you even listening?" with that he was brought back to the planet called earth. "H-Huh? Yeah, I'll see." He said scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

Yuri's phone buzzed again. She just rolled her eyes over it and muted the call. "Is that him?" The boy asked as he noticed the annoyance on her face. She sighed and nodded. "Will he ever stop pestering you?" Irritation was quite visible yet his tone was soft. "I don't know. I don't even wanna talk about him." She replied. "Hey, finally we're free so what about we hang out today?" she continued. "Why not? For sure sticky willy." Namjoon replied with an excited voice. Both of them giggled.



"The more you comfort me, the more I fall for you. Falling into your arms was the greatest moment of my life."
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Shin Yuri and Kim Namjoon, best friends forever. Been with each other since the beginning. They know they love the other. Feelings are mutual. But none of 'em confessed, why? Just afraid of losing this beautiful bond of friendship, nothing much.
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A Kim Namjoon FF.

Among us was the game of trend since 2020, even a symbol of 2020's gaming icon and it has been listed as one of the most influencing games in the world, standing side by side with hugely famous games like Clash of Clans and Pokémon Go.  But the game doesn't get all famous in a day, the game also has its own fair share of losses and failures. The game has a long history ever since it was being developed by the all-knows-who Innersloth gaming company.
Innersloth is structured as a limited liability company. With staffs only consist of a programmer, two artists and a community director. The name of the company, as we all know, was generated by a random name generator, so, bruh. The company has eyed their target and focus as an indie game developer. The developers rare met each other except some rare or important occasions as they prefer to work remotely. It is a small gaming company, and honestly, no one saw future in the game they developed. 
Until one day, the game's designer, Marcus Bromander decided to create a game after getting inspiration from the famous role playing party game Mafia. The game Mafia was a classic and I believed that most of you may have heard about the name or even a hint of the game's gameplay. The game Mafia was a battle between the good and the evil. It is a card game that appeared at the 90s and the rule is simple. One or two among the players is the mafia, who will kill other players at night. And at the day, the civilians needed to discuss and vote out the mafia. Just like the imposter and the crewmate in Among Us. The Chinese version of the game, werewolf kill, adapted the same theory so do the PC game Town of Salem that was played by PiewDiePie. So long story short, there are a ton of game with this genre so Marcus decided to create something unique, something ground breaking that no one had done before. 
He stopped and paused Innersloth's currently developing game, The Henry Stickman Collection as he turned all of his focus to create the first map in the game Among Us, and you guess it right, the one and only iconic, THE SKELD. Later after some developing, programming and designing, the game was released in June 2018 to Android and iOS under the AppID of "spacemafia". Yes, you got a mafia game with a space theme, BOOM, spacemafia. Shortly after release, Among Us had an average player count of 30 to 50 concurrent players which is kinda the death signal of a game. And at the first 50 days of the game, if only earned a total amount of 30bucks, which I can spend it clean in a day. According to Marcus, he blamed Innersloth for the poor marketing of the game, claiming that Innersloth is really, REALLY bad at marketing their own games. 
The game is about to be killed for a few times but they continue their development due to a small but vocal base. After a few modifications including bug fixes, adding in online multiplayer, new tasks, graphic changes and customization options the game was released on Steam on November 16, 2018. Nothing happened after that except more graphical changes and bug fixes. It was not long after on August 8 2019, the game created a brand new map and announced it as MIRA HQ, the map the imposter thrives in the vent. After a series of cursing on the map, Planet Polus was released later at November 12 on the exact same year and that map was much better than the previous one. The map can only be played after purchasing it with 4 dollars which was later reduced to 2. The fans were really pissed about the news and the sales rate was so low that they hardly made any profit. So it was not long after the company declared the map as free-to-play maps. The new maps were a great hit and slowly the game began to gain popularity but not until year 2020.
Year 2020 started off like any other years, until suddenly the Corona virus came slamming in like a wrecking ball, breaking the perfect year within days. The first influencer who make this game a gaming nuke was Sodapoppin, who he streamed the game at Twitch and immediately catch eyes at the internet. And soon more and more Youtubers, streamers, influencers such as PiewDiePie, Mr Beast, Shroud and Ninja started to join in, streaming and making videos of the game, and it was not long after the game was a big hit at the internet.  The game was crazy famous that it feels like Michael was back in a form of a game. The company had earned for a fortune as the game's popularity spiked within a few days. The company, Innersloth is earning Billions of dollars nowadays and the popularity of the game is still not showing signs of slowing or fading away. At the end of the year, the game has achieve the Breakthrough Award, Best Mobile Game award and Best Multiplayer Game for the year 2020. Their wish for being the brightest stars in the night sky was finally achieved on this faithful year, where the virus split the earth but the game hold our spirits tight.
 They said that the game is comparable to another trending game called Fall Guys but to most, Among Us is much, MUCH more interesting and fun to play. The reason the game has earned the heart of billions is due to that it allows people to communicate socially around the world without physical interaction during the pandemic era. The game's concept is also genius, adding crime solving with action and interaction is the finest idea ever after Edison invented light bulb and electricity. The game's simple yet fun control makes player all around the world, big and small to enjoy. Unlike other top hit games before, Among Us only needed small amount of spaces to play so it suits whether the rich or the poor. So in contrast, Among Us was a game suitable to people all around, thus earning its good reputation from players all around the globe. So now I've talk about the brief history of the game, so let's break the game into pieces and talk about them one by one.

THE EVOLUTION OF THE GRAPHIC
The game has a pretty crummy graphic at its kind of crummy. The engines and the parts of the ship were hand drawn flat and looks way too 2D but don't blame it, it was just a pre beta concept. The graphic of the tasks were way uglier than what we know today and the movement of the players were just way too stiff. But soon the game became better after a few developments and now the graphic were just great, not to over, simple yet special.

THE EVOLUTION OF TASKS.
Tasks were kind of annoying especially some of them, but did you know that back in the pre beta days, there were only limited amount of tasks? At that time, there were only 5 types of tasks that we will get at least one in each game, the admin card swipe, the wire fixing, the task downloading, the divert electricity tasks and lastly the Unlock manifold task. The concept was that the tasks were supposed to show hands of the crewmates, but due to some circumstances, the decided to kill the idea. It was not long before they started to add more and more tasks into the game until what we see today. The tasks were designed to be easy so that the players will not shift their focus from the game to the tasks. And the graphics of the tasks were smoothly after they were launched so, bravo Innersloth, you sure did it.

THE CREWMATES DESIGN
This is a lesser known fact, and I just only know this after a leak image about the crewmates design. The thing is, these cute cuddly little guys don't just pop right in the designers. It was after a lot of hard work and failure that they have learnt to create a perfect model. There were a tons of concept for the crewmate. From a model which looks like Patrick from SpongeBob till what looks like a minicrewmate in nowadays version of the game, check the wiki if you are curious, you will be surprised!
So that's all from this brief history series and apologize for the short delay and also the short content as I am making every story as short as possible to avoid mess and frustration to read. Hope that I am not lecturing like your history teacher. There were be more and more interesting content in the future, so be sure to collect to keep me energized and supported. Comment too for what you wanted in the future, peace out!

 

One world, One ruler. 
One ship, One imposter.
One truth, One lie. 
One vote, One fate. 

The game, is not what you seemed.
The truth is going to be uncover.
Stack by stack, hidden beneath the lies. 

AMONG US:BENEATH THE LIES. 

Get ready to uncover the secret with Tyler and the rest of the crew. Each of the short stories took place in different maps at the ship. If you hate horror but love the game, go to the Exp World where you can dive into my personal stories which were absolutely hilarious and a must to watch. A 100 percent working handybook for all the Among Us fans like me!

So uh...I wrote this as an inside joke between me and some friend. I honestly didn't think anyone cared about the story and that my writing was trash. Then I log into an app because a story I followed updated and I have like a butt ton of messages.

I wasn't expecting this, but now it seems I am going to have to continue this thing. I honestly enjoyed it, my main reason for quitting was that I have a webcomic (Culture Shock @ WEBTOON) I am trying to move to move to my own website. Feel free to check it out, but I have to warn ya it's very graphic/scary compared to the adventures of our Goose. 

Will update sometime this week, and will try to make weekly updates! Thanks for the unexpected support! 

-Karla

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