May Ka G.C ka ba?
Getting Closer sa Crush mo
Pero ang Crush mo na Getting Closure pa rin sa Ex na mahal na pa rin.
Paano ba mag Move On kung wala naman Closure.
Paano magkakaroon ng Closure kung sa tingin mo ikaw pa rin ang nilalaman ng puso niya.
Paano ka mamahalin ng isang taong mahal mo na hindi pa maka Move On sa Ex niya.
Boy Pick up meets
Girl Hugot na inlove 
pa kay Ex na Emo.

"..."
After listening to this wish, Kimura Kazuki did not say a word for a while. When he was on the way home, he already had a feeling that Yuriko Kawachi's obsessiveness would be related to her light novel. 
But… he never thought that it would be this difficult.
Exactly. To him, this was like hell. 
Publishing was not that hard, he could pay for that. For him, it was best if the obsessiveness could be achieved by money. He was not rich, but earning money was a lifetime job. Besides, money was earned to be spent, the spending would be worth it, as long as it was spent on the sword. 
But… turning it into manga and anime would be over-budgeting. Even selling himself would not get him that much money.
While publishing, turning it into manga and anime could be settled with money, getting acknowledged, and gaining popularity among the readers could not... The novel would only be acknowledged when the readers have the urge to continue to get updates and are desperate for more of the novel after reading it.
Based on being "acknowledged," obviously Yuriko Kawachi's obsessiveness was for her novel to become popular, then attract an animation company before turning it into manga and anime.
Her obsessiveness would not be achieved even after he paid to publish the novel and turn it into manga and anime unless it was being acknowledged by the readers. As for the acknowledgment from the readers, it was reflected in various aspects.
Kimura Kazuki rubbed his temple and looked toward Yuriko Kawachi. She was looking back at him nervously, he was stunned. He suddenly thought of her asking whether she could change her wish just now… He frowned, "Miss Kawachi, are you sure this is your obsessiveness? Are there no other wishes?"
He would not know if Yuriko Kawachi was lying. If he only achieved a fake obsessiveness in the end and her consciousness still exists, it would make a joke out of him. Having thought about this, he became stern. Since he was still inexperienced in this, he should be more careful and prevent this in the future.
"I'm sure about this…" Yuriko Kawachi was stunned. She looked at Kimura Kazuki and suddenly realized, "Don't you believe me?"
Kimura Kazuki nodded, "I'm sorry, we're still strangers. As an Onmyoji, helping a specter to ascend is my responsibility and obligation. However, if you as a specter lied, by the time your obsessiveness is achieved but you still cannot ascend, something horrible may happen to you." He paused, "Like… your soul will be broken into pieces, or you might go to hell."
Hearing that, Yuriko Kawachi had a terrified expression, she said immediately, "My last wish is really as what I've said, I'm not lying. The reason why I said I wanted to change my last wish just now was because of my parents." While saying so, Yuriko Kawachi's eyes dimmed, "I was an only child, and my parents live in the village. So, I've always wished that my novel will become popular so I can earn enough money for them to enjoy their lives. However, my last wish after I died is hoping that my novel can be popular instead of wishing that my parents can live happily, I'm such a hypocrite."
Kimura Kazuki heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. Luckily, it wasn't that kind of obsessiveness. If it was, then I'd have to kill you. Having the thought, he smiled slightly, "I see, but you don't have to blame yourself. The formation of obsessiveness is related to your thoughts before you die. You died while you were writing your novel, and you were so focused on your novel back then, that's why you have this obsessiveness right now, this is normal."
Yuriko Kawachi nodded slightly but showed no sign of happiness. Even if her novel became popular, she was already dead. Her parents could only live in destitute and suffer for the rest of their lives.
However, Yuriko Kawachi was quite an optimistic person, she knew that there was no use crying over spilled milk. She could only accept the fact that she had become a specter. Luckily, Kimura Kazuki was there, without him, she would have gone insane.
"Regarding your obsessiveness, I have a few questions." Kimura Kazuki held a note and a pen, it was clear that he had some questions. Although Yuriko Kawachi's obsessiveness was clearly stated, there were still some details that needed to be clarified.
"Alright." Yuriko Kawachi was going to find a place to sit, but when she looked around, there was not even a chair… She was surprised, she did not know that Onmyojis nowadays were so poor.
"How was your novel's standard while you were still alive?"
"Uhm… it has to be published eventually. But my drafts were always sent back for amendments." Yuriko Kawachi scratched her head. She was the boss in the group only because she had been in the group for long. In the world of light novels, she was still a newbie.
Kimura Kazuki sighed softly. It seemed like his idea of asking Yuriko Kawachi to read aloud, and him writing it out could be excluded already. With her standard of only nearly being published, producing a popular novel would be very difficult.
Write it out by himself? Kimura Kazuki never even considered this. He seldom read novels before, and he had never written one. Yuriko Kawachi's standard would be so much better than his.
"As to what you've said just now… your obsessiveness is for your novel to become popular. Does 'your novel' mean publishing using your pseudonym?" Kimura Kazuki asked this question very seriously.
If the pseudonym of Yuriko Kawachi had to be used, he would rather kill himself. The uniqueness of the pseudonym "Chiyoko" had already been used to publish a light novel before this. That means that the pseudonym could not be used by others except Yuriko Kawachi.
But since she was already dead, it would be impossible for him to use this pseudonym.
"No need." Although Yuriko Kawachi shook her head, she was slightly embarrassed as well, "As long as my ideas are in the new novel, and it is published with my name, it's fine."
"With your name? What do you mean?" He understood the ideas, the involvement of Yuriko Kawachi in the new novel. Either in the setting of the conception of the world or the discussion of the plots.
"I mean, during the publication of the new novel, it must be stated that I am involved in the discussion of the novel."
Uhm...
This gave Kimura Kazuki headaches. However, this actually made sense. After all, her obsessiveness was related to getting acknowledged by the readers… which actually meant to make the readers agree with her thinking. If it was published using another's pseudonym and that was not clarified, the one who was getting acknowledgment would not be Yuriko Kawachi anymore.
Kimura Kazuki asked a few more questions after that, and Yuriko Kawachi answered all of them.
"I'm done asking." Kimura Kazuki closed his note. He already knew how to fulfill her wish. It was clear that he was stuck on the first step.
It was difficult for a novel to get published, acknowledged by the readers, and have it turned into manga and anime. Yuriko Kawachi still had another request to clarify to the readers that the light novel was published, with her involvement in the discussion of the novel.
This would be more than just difficult.
Kimura Kazuki took a deep breath. For a moment, he thought of giving up on achieving the obsessiveness.
However, when he thought of Akie Hanzawa's red reiki, he hesitated. He then grabbed his cellphone reluctantly and dialed a number.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

Walking in the door after work, one question persists in my mind. Searching for Damon I'm surprised it is so hard to find someone in such a small place. They have a two-bedroom apartment, why can I not find him? Calling out his name, a faint "here" comes from behind the bathroom door. I should have known he was in there, after all, where else would he be if he is not in the living room or his bedroom? 

Taking a seat on the couch, my leg bounces up and down as I wait for him to leave the bathroom. What is taking him so long? I lean back on the armrest and fall on my back so I am staring at the ceiling. I take the time to think back to the therapy session that I had during lunch today. We finally made it to the point where I was ready to talk about the last year and how it impacted me. I can remember the range of emotions on her face as I went into detail about what happened. She looked shocked, scared, possibly proud. It is crazy to think about how someone's perception of you changes when they hear about some things that you have dealt with in your life. I don't think she really understood why I was going to her in the beginning, I mean, after all, all I had was neglectful parents who died and left me alone. Yes, that is a reason to see someone, but I think she could always tell there was something more. 

She asked me whether there was something that could help me get my memories back, such as a journal or diary. It is important that I remember the past because that could be one of the main causes I am having these nightmares and thoughts: I have nothing else to think about aside from that because I don't have my memories. 

Thinking about it, she may be right. I have my memories of Brandon, but even those are not very clear because there are still missing pieces about Damon, Carol, Dave, and Amelia. 

Hearing the click of the bathroom lock, I pull my body back into a sitting up position and wait as Damon finally leaves the bathroom. It's another two minutes before Damon emerges from the bathroom, a cloud of steam trailing out behind him. I thought men took quick showers, he was in there for over twenty minutes… 

"Hey, Rose. What's up? How was work?" 

"Hey. Work was good. I actually have a question to ask you that is kinda important. Do you know if I kept a diary or journal that could help me get my memories back? It can literally be anything."

"You didn't have a diary, but you were writing a novel for your writing course. You were always working on it. I'm not sure what it is about, but maybe it will spark something."

Feeling hope rise within me, I ask further. "Do you know where the draft is now?" 

"Your professor has it, I believe. You always carried it around and then one day you didn't have it anymore. I would try him first."

With newfound determination, I thank Damon and rush out the door. If I hurry, my professor may be there. Even without my newer memories, I know there is only one professor who assigns students a novel draft as their final project. I have had him for years now and it is very easy to navigate to his office. It has looked the same for all of my years here and it brings a sense of nostalgia. This is the office where I decided to become a writer, not just an editor, but a writer whose words could be heard and read around the world. 

Knocking on the door, my professor opens it, a look of surprise on his face.

"Rose, how are you? What brings you here?" 

Do people not know about what happened to me? On one hand that makes me relieved, I don't want anyone to really know, but on the other hand, it upsets me. Is everyone from my academic career just a small minor character in my life? Will I forget them in the future, the same way they will forget me? For some, I want them to travel throughout all the chapters in my life.

"Hi. I am good. How are you? I was hoping you had the draft of my novel we had to write for class. I can't find it in my apartment and I want to review it." 

He's looking at me funny. Why is he looking at me like that? 

"Uh, Rose? I suppose life has been crazy since you graduated and all. Uh… I don't have your manuscript. Remember we talked about getting it published? We sent it over to an editor that works in your building to see where we can take it when you finish it."

My mind draws a big blank. How could I forget that my work was in the process of getting published? I should have been working on it this whole time. I have so much to write about, I think. 

"Of course! I remember that. Thank you again for all of your help with getting that done. I am really excited about getting published." 

He still has this funny, confused look on his face. I don't think he buys what I am saying. I just can't believe that my work is going to get published when I finish it. I need to finish it soon. My whole life could change after that. I know it will change after that. I mean, once I am published, my words will be printed forever. I will have left a small mark on the world. 

"Do- Do you need a copy of it, Rose? I can give you mine after I make a copy of it. I would love to use it as an example in my future classes. This is still okay with you, correct?" 

"I'm sorry, but do you mind making a copy? I can do that if you want, I don't want to inconvenience you. And yes, I would love for you to use it as an example. It would be an honor." 

"It is no problem at all, Rose. I would be happy to print you a copy. I can head upstairs now and do it if you need it." 

"Yes, please. I misplaced my copy and want to pick up where I left off in the book. With work and everything I have not had much of a chance to write, but I don't want to lose my flow." 

My flow is definitely gone especially since I cannot remember what the book is about, but he doesn't need to know that. 

We stand at the printer for the next 30 minutes, scanning each page and making conversation about how my job is now. I tell him about how I am now meeting with some authors and we are taking the next steps to get him published. The rest of the time he talks about his new students and then asks me if I want to mentor a student of his who doesn't know what he wants to do but is a brilliant writer. I'm not sure what to say about his offer. I mean, my life is a mess right now, but maybe helping someone will then help me. 

Of course, I say yes. This man has helped me with my future more times than I can count. This is my way of giving back for all of his generosity. 

Grabbing the final stack of papers out of the printer, we head back up to his office where we decide to meet later this week to decide on a day where I can meet this student and get to know him better. I am nervous but so excited at the same time. Writing is my passion and even with everything going on, writing has always been my way to cope. 

Walking out of his office, I scan the pages to see what I have written so far. A few names catch my eyes and I wonder if I found my diary. It seems to be my diary. But now a new question persists, why would I make my diary a novel? 

My eyes continue to glance at the manuscript the whole way home and the minute I walk into the apartment, I sit in Damon's room and get to reading. A couple of chapters in and my head starts to pound as it did when I was with Brandon and my memories came back. I feel like I am learning everything about my friends again. I continue to read but have to stop shortly later when the pounding in my head doubles and I can no longer keep my eyes open. With a whimper of pain, darkness clouds my vision, a door bangs open and someone calls my name in a panic before I am pulled under.

Rose is the typical college-girl who goes unnoticed but secretly craves adventure, and someone to share her life with. Being a college senior with a writing major, she needs to find someone to give her the inspiration for her first novel. The next day, she bumps into Brandon, who has a secret stepbrother, Damon, who is running from a dangerous past. Together, the boys give Rose everything she has always wanted: excitement, family, and inspiration. However, not everything is perfect. Damon’s past is quickly catching up to him and Rose may be in more danger than she bargained for.

Author here well this was dropped until recent  I just published a random chapter I had written and not published but because of the sudden response on collection I shall pick this back up as a side book u can expect minimum 2 to 3 chapter a week while my main book ""The Greatest Serial Killer"" will have roughly 6 chapter in a week so if interested please check that out it a scifi about a man going back to the past from the distant future and getting an ancient knowledge system that help expand his horizon and I feel is better written than this novel

Dakon was a cool, handsome guy who was living his life for the fullest and never regretted everything and all the world riches followed him.He was smart, wise, talented and young. Soon everything changed when one day he crashed his car and was reborn as a saiyan.

He wants to be unique and vows that one day he shall become stronger than Zeno and find a way back home to his parents. This is an anti hero novel and follows it own plot style and the author makes it unique.

The next bonus chapter I publish, rather than being only one chapter, will be equal to my collections number... and here is the current progress of each way of getting bonus chapters.;,;. Please help me.;,;.
As of November 14 2018
Poems Published: 7/10, 10/10, 25/25, 34/50 (can only help directly here by giving me poems, but it takes roughly 28 poems to add one... that or time)
Collections: 25/25 (Spread the word of my novel, and get more people to add it)
Comments: 41/100 (Not an excuse to spam comments, but feel free to comment on each chapter, and reply to any comment with a valid reply)
Weekly Stone Rank: Not Ranked (Vote for me)
Years Publishing: 0 (Can't help, this just takes time)
Number of reviews: 6/10 (Review, multiples won't count)
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Updated Daily (until chapter removal):
Poems Published: 36/50 (can only help directly here by giving me poems, but it takes roughly 28 poems to add one... that or time) (Get me to 100 poems in stock for another mass release (not poems published).(12/100))
Collections: 39/50 (Spread the word of my novel, and get more people to add it)
Comments: 65/100 (Not an excuse to spam comments, but feel free to comment on each chapter, and reply to any comment with a valid reply)
Weekly Stone Rank: Not Ranked (Vote for me)
Years Publishing: 0 (Can't help, this just takes time)
Number of reviews: 6/10 (Review, multiples won't count)
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So, if you wish to see many more poems, and not at such a slow rate, please help me out.;,;.

I decided to post some poems I've written and also will post most poems given by anyone, to find out how, read "Anthology Expectations"
Please have fun reading these poems.;,;.
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One day.
Five days.
Ten days.
Gone with the Wind sold like hotcakes around the world.
The bookstore industry in every country was ripped apart by this novel.
5 million copies!
6 million copies!
7 million copies!
When the sales figures hit 7.23 million copies, Gone with the Wind officially broke the global sales record that an American novel had held for nine years. It leaped ahead and became the hottest-selling full-length novel in the world. Gone with the Wind had only taken half a month to do this. If it was just based on the speed of sales, Gone with the Wind would even have broken all of the sales records that were set by the officially recognized world-famous works!
15 days!
Over 7 million copies!
This was something that had practically not happened before in this world!
But as it came to this point, a sales bottleneck also appeared.
…
India.
"Bangalore's new novel is on sale!"
"This is great!"
"It's a global release!"
"It's available in seven languages?"
"What's the novel called?"
"Embers of Humanity!"
…
Japan.
"Teacher Itou has published a new novel!"
"It should have been published long ago!"
"Yeah, it's because the translation has been delayed for so long."
"It still isn't too late!"
"That's right, there's still half a month to go before the Nobel Prize is given out. There's still enough time!"
…
America.
A nominee of the Nobel Prize in Literature.
"Is there still time?"
"Yes. We cannot allow Gone with the Wind to keep selling like this."
"Yeah, that Chinese writer is too rampant!"
"This is our home field. There are even Indian and Japanese writers too. They're dipping their hands too far into our territory."
…
On this day.
Three strong contenders for the Nobel Prize from the literary world published their books one after another. Some of them had already planned to release their works before the Nobel Prize ceremony, but there were also others who didn't have this plan. Then, after seeing the momentum generated by the release of Gone with the Wind, they couldn't sit still anymore and decided to bring forward the sales of their books. Even though some of the translations were not done to perfection, they still brought forward the release of their novel by several months!
All of the books were released globally!
All of them were in multiple languages!
The world was in an uproar!
This was an unprecedented battle of the century!
Everyone had a feeling that this year's Nobel Prize contention would be one of bloodshed and probably the most intense one in nearly a decade!
On the World Wide Web.
"It's starting!"
"The competition is too intense!"
"Who will win?"
"It's too difficult to say!"
The sales figures were very quickly published on the day of.
The American writer sold 200,000 copies!
The Japanese writer sold the least with 150,000 copies!
The Indian writer, Bangalore, sold the most with 300,000 copies!
Although the three books might not match up with the global sales figures of Gone with the Wind, their authors were all famous writers with a long history and a reputation, to boot. They all had previous novels that astonished the world, so even if the sales figures of their latest novels could not compare to Gone with the Wind, their chances of getting the Nobel Prize was still much greater than Zhang Ye's. Zhang Ye's novel had amazed the world, but it was only enough to place him in the sights of the committee for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
…
China.
On Weibo.
"Something bad is going to happen!"
"Gone with the Wind's sales have slowed down!"
"The problem is that there's too much competition!"
"Gone with the Wind's sales figure is still tops! And it's an undisputed first place!"
"But those other writers' sales figures aren't bad either. There isn't a clear gap yet!"
"Yeah, Zhang Ye is in danger. It's still not enough to have just one book under him."
"But Gone with the Wind should have won without question. This is something that no Chinese author has succeeded in doing before! Shouldn't seizing the sales throne of the global literary world be awesome enough?"
"But Zhang Ye's goal is the international celebrity rankings, right?"
"Has he managed to do it yet?"
"Not yet. We don't even know how much more popularity score he needs to get onto the international celebrity rankings."
"Unless he gets the Nobel Prize, it will be very difficult for him to break in."
…
Elsewhere.
At Zhang Ye's Studio.
Little Wang said, "Bangalore can't match up to our sales at all!"
Ha Qiqi said with a serious look, "But they're better qualified than us."
Zhang Zuo sighed. "Yeah, that's the deadliest point for us. If Director Zhang had been writing more books like Gone with the Wind in recent years, this matter would have been settled once and for all. We would have at least a 50 to 60% chance of getting the Nobel Prize. But the problem is that Director Zhang has only got this one novel that can take on the world with."
Tong Fu said anxiously, "Director Zhang, why don't you write another one then?"
"It won't be in time." Zhang Ye shook his head.
He still had books that he could use, and there were even a lot of them.
10 novels?
20 novels?
A 100 novels?
He could bring them out if he wanted to!
But it wouldn't be now. There wasn't enough time!
Little Wang also said anxiously, "The sales aren't growing as much as before!"
Wu Yi said, "We can only leave it to fate."
In the past, when they were very far from having any chance of getting the Nobel Prize, there weren't any expectations at all. In fact, when Zhang Ye brought up the matter of trying for the award, the studio staff did not even really think about it since they did not believe it could happen. But now, after Zhang Ye's novel had amazed the global literary scene, their chances of getting a Nobel Prize had become better than before. With news on the grapevine saying that Director Zhang had been identified as a key nominee by the committee for the Nobel Prize in Literature, everyone was starting to worry about whether they could really get it.
However, Zhang Ye didn't like leaving things to fate. Moreover, he believed in Gone with the Wind. He felt that this book would have a great effect on this world and that its potential was still far from met. The slowdown in sales was due to competition from several of the Nobel Prize nominees. Since there was only enough time to bring out this book, Zhang Ye would have to ensure that its potential was met. The highest sales figures in the same period? The number one bestseller in a decade? This was still far from enough!
You guys have written many books before?
You guys are better qualified as a result?
Then I can only fight it out with you on sales and influence!
7 million copies weren't enough?
Then will 10 million copies be enough?
Will 15 million copies be enough?
Zhang Ye said, "I'm going back up to my office."
Little Wang said, "Ah?"
"Don't bother me." Zhang Ye waved and headed upstairs.
…
Upstairs.
In his office.
Zhang Ye lit a cigarette to smoke and relax. Then he focused his gaze and brought up the virtual game ring's interface. He was going to play the lottery to see if the game ring could give him a useful item. The Nobel Prize was way too important for his career, so he definitely had to fight for it!
Abracadabra!
Hocus pocus!
Give me something good and useful!
He activated the Lucky Halo (Ultra)!
Zhang Ye then started Lottery Draw (Three)!
The lottery draw began!
The virtual platform appeared!
One second…
Five seconds…
With a flash, a large golden treasure chest appeared!
Zhang Ye hurriedly went up to have a look. Instantly, he laughed heartily at what he saw. This was entirely not what he had imagined getting, yet it was perfectly what he wanted!
[Lucky Medal (Upgraded)] × 1
Description: Substantially increases the luck of the player.
Effective duration: 57 hours.
Zhang Ye understood this to be similar to his previous version of the Lucky Halo (Upgraded), except that it had appeared as a Consumption Category item. Although it couldn't be compared to the Lucky Halo (Ultra), it could still pull off a heavyweight move!
57 hours!
This was more than two days' worth of luck!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

Chapter 4

He presses his body into mine, parting my legs with his thigh. My clit pulsates at the thought of grazing my pussy against it. 
I lean in for a kiss but he pulls away. His hands softly grip my arms, ensuring I can't move any further.
"Kiss me!" I command, my voice breathy and filled with desire.
Nuzzling the crook of my neck, he lightly traces his tongue into the dip of my collarbone, trailing kisses up to my earlobe gently sucking. I try clenching my thighs in an attempt to relieve myself but he quickly pushes them apart, pressing his thigh against my unclothed pussy.
"Ohhhh...Fuuck." I whisper.
The pleasure shooting up and down my body rolls my eyes to the back of my head. He ceases the movement, holding me against him as my body goes slack.
"Hmm, Flora... I'm gonna do more than just kiss you." His husky voice sends shivers down my spine and straight to my clit. I feel his fingers slide up the inside of my thigh, his thumb presses my nub.
"Uhhh."
"Is this what you want?" His thumb vigorously rubs my clit.
"Yeeesss." 
"What do you say?"
My legs turn into a puddle of jello as my body jerks. 
"Pleaseeee. Don't stop, I'm cumming." 
"I'M CUMMINGGGG."
"Flora." I feel a hand shake my shoulder. "Flora wake up, it's seven."
I groan, forcing my eyes open just as Asia pulls the blanket off the bed. She looks at the pillow between my legs then at me. "That must have been some dream."
Yep.
Wet dreams are the best dreams.
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The elevator comes to a stop on the fifth floor, the doors sliding open to reveal an open plan office area. The terracotta brick walls lined with plants, the waterfall feature on the far back wall echoes a soothing sound throughout the office as the water crashes against itself.
My heels tap on the oak floor as I walk past tables of working employees to the set of four intern desks lined against one of the ceiling high windows.
"Can you believe Ezra got the job yesterday?" Jaxon, one of my fellow interns, asks me once I sit in my chair.
"Ugh god, don't remind me!" I roll my eyes. "I've been trying to forget since I found out."
He widens his eyes, holding his hands up in defence. "I can't say I'm not happy we don't have to work with him anymore."
Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone place a Jamba Juice beside my hand. I look to me right and find Sophie, another fellow intern.
"What are you guys talking about?" She sits in her seat, practically inhaling her juice within seconds.
Jaxon and I swivel our chairs in her direction. "Ezra"
"Did you hear they're giving him an office?" She gossips.
"Who's giving who an office?"
We silence ourselves, none of us volunteering the information to Asia.
"You were talking about Ezra weren't you?" She guesses, her eyebrows raised. "Don't stop because of me."
"Sophie was just telling us about Ezra getting an office of his own ." I explain
"Thanks for throwing me under the bus, Flora!" 
"She would have found out sooner or later." Jaxon says.
"I couldn't care less about Ezra getting his own office." Asia states. "I've got better things to think about."
"You're not upset he got the job?" Sophie asks.
Asia shakes her head. "Sure I'm upset he got the job. I did all that work and got nothing in return, but everything happens for a reason."
Sophie and Jaxon stare at her as though she's grown a second head.
"And the reason is..." They both trail off.
Asia grins. "Flora and I are going for spots on the team that will be handpicked by the CEO of Dalliance Media."
"Oh my god! You act don't you?" Sophie asks. "You should give him an audition recording, he might cast you I a movie or tv show!"
"She does act but it's been a little more than six months since she's been to an audition." Asia explains to them. "But that's the plan. Hopefully, it works out this time."
"Why are you wanting a spot on the team?" Jaxon asks.
"I..uumm...I hoping I'll get to meet someone in the publishing industry." Asia replies, her cheeks tinged red.
Sophie faces her, leaning forward. "You write? What kind of books? Do you write erotica? I have a friend who writes erotica."
"Uh, yes I do write. I write ya contemporary. No, I don't write erotica. And good for your friend." She answers each question.
"Dalliance Media has a partnership with a publishing house don't they?" Jason inquires.
"Not a partnership, but they do have a specific publishing house they refer to when they want to do a book to screen adaptation." Asia responds. "At least that's what I've noticed."
"What do you mean?" 
"I mean that in the last two years they've really focused on doing book to movie or tv show adaptions. And that's great." Asia exclaims. "But I have noticed that more than ninety-five percent of the adaptions they've done thus far have all come from the same publisher."
Jaxon nods. "If you happen to meet someone from that particular publisher and they happen to like your book enough to publish it, it might do well enough to get an adaption."
"I'm only looking to get my book published. Whatever happens after that is just a bonus."
"You could just go to the pitching conference they have every four months." Sophie interjects.
Asia, Jaxon and I look at each other confused. I open the browser on my computer and start searching for any articles or blog posts mentioning a pitching conference at Dalliance Media.
"I heard through the grapevine that every few months Dalliance Media invites screenwriters, independent publishers and sometimes even self-published writers to a conference type thing where they can pitch their books or screenplays." Sophie continues.
"She's right," I say, reading through the article I found. "Self-published author Jane Everly, known for the steamy Only You series, announced to her one point three million Twitter followers that their wishes for the books to become a series of movies have been answered."
"Oh my god! I love those books." Sophie squeals.
"After being one of only five self-published authors invited to the Dalliance Media pitching conference this year, her Only You series has been chosen for one of six book to movie adaptions they will be releasing in the first half of twenty nineteen. Hopefully, our other wish will be answered and Isiah Colton will play Aiden in the films. Cross your fingers."
The date of the article tells me it was posted on the sixteenth of June twenty eighteen.
"Ugh, I honestly don't know why people think he should play Aiden in the films." Sophie grimaces. "He looks nothing like Isiah does and he can't act for shit."
"When you have a body like that you don't need to have talent." We stare at Jaxon as he stares at the image of Isiah Colten on my computer.
"Moving on from who that topic." I search for Dalliance Media pitching conference, clicking on the first result that shows up.
"Asia look, you can apply to be invited to the pitching conference." I turn the monitor to face her. 
"I'm not a self-published author."
"But you could be..." Jaxon trails

How do you end up being a Professional Kisser for a living? 

Here's how.

- Get wrongfully (but gladly) evicted from you're shitty apartment.

- Publicly quit your job after you're handsy boss grabs you're ass for the hundredth time (and maybe publicly shame your now ex boss while you're at it) (And get a mini standing ovation from the staff and customers)

- Get "slightly" drunk and let a  painfully gorgeous man pay you $1000 in return for a kiss (And dry hump him while you're at it!) (Why not? You have no dignity left)

The doctor looked troubled as he listened to Nangong Ye's reprimand. He did not know why it was like this. "President Nangong, I also want to know why it is like this. As a doctor, I want to know the reason more than you do. "
He also hoped that he could figure out the reason for his professional illness as a doctor. However, after thinking for a long time, he still could not figure out the reason?
"If you can't figure it out, then continue to figure it out! " Nangong ye hung up the phone.
If he was not a man with strong self-control, he would have suspected that he had really done it with Fang Yuan.
However, ever since he had done it with Wen Xin, he really had not touched anyone else.
Wen Xin was like an invisible lock that had always locked his heart, making it unable to contain anyone else. In fact, he had made himself give up many times and found other women, wanting to break the restraints Wen Xin had left in his heart However, every time he saw other women, he would think of Wen Xin's bright eyes when she was under him. Her clear eyes were filled with shyness and pain.
Every time he thought of her eyes, he would not be able to get close to other women!
Therefore, he was certain that he had not done anything with Fang Yuan. Moreover, if someone had stolen his seed before him, it would not be 99.5% , but 99.9% 
This 99.5% was like a Goldbach's conjecture, causing him to sink into a swamp.
He had always been committed to the research of black technology, but now, he was being hacked by black technology.
The doctor was hung up by Nangong ye. He had a headache and wanted to knock himself to death. Wasn't it too difficult for him to figure it out?
How was he going to figure it out?
The phone on his desk started playing music. He saw that the name of the hospital director was displayed on the screen, so he quickly picked up the phone.
"Hello, hospital director! " He said.
"Look at how many reporters are surrounding our hospital. The reporters have filled up the courtyard and the main gate. How am I supposed to be okay? " The hospital director roared angrily.
The reporters had filled up the courtyard, and not a single patient could enter. Without patients, how was he supposed to earn money?
He opened the hospital to earn money, not to be a decoration!
"I know there are reporters around, but I can't control this, can I? " The doctor was stunned by the director's roar. He knew there were reporters, but what did the reporters have to do with him?
"You can't control it? It's all because of you that they're piled up here! They want Nangong Ye's DNA report! Hurry up and give it to them and send them away! " The director said.
When the doctor heard the director's words, he looked troubled. "Director, it's not that I'm not announcing it. The results are out now, but President Nangong didn't let me announce it. "
"Ah? Why? Didn't he say that the child is definitely not his? " The director asked. In the next moment, he understood something. "It can't be that the child is Nangong Ye's, right? "
He had heard from the doctor about the situation back then. He felt that Nangong ye was so angry and had personally asked for an appraisal. That meant that Fang Yuan's child was definitely not Nangong Ye's. Otherwise, why would Nangong ye take the initiative to ask for an appraisal?
It seemed that the results were different from what he had thought.
"It would be great if the results are Nangong Ye's. The results now are very ambiguous, " the doctor said.
If it was really 99.99% , then nangong ye had nothing to say. The child was definitely his!
However, the problem was not that simple.
"What do you mean? ''Thee director was also stunned.
"The result is 99.5% . This result can only prove that the child and Nangong ye have a very high degree of genetic similarity. However, we are not sure if it is Nangong Ye's, " the doctor said.
"The child is his brother's, right? " The director asked.
"He doesn't have a brother. It would be easy to explain if he has a brother, " the doctor said.
"This... This is strange! If that's the case, Nangong ye will definitely not let us publish the results, " the hospital director said.
"Yes, that's why I can't publish the results now, " the doctor said.
The hospital director fell silent. He did not dare to let the results be published. If they privately published the results, his hospital would not be able to work anymore.
"Then, then what should we do? I can't stop doing business! " The hospital director sighed. He did not dare to offend Nangong ye, but he was also anxious about his own business.
"unless you announce the results, these reporters will leave, " the doctor said.
"Then my hospital can forget about doing it. Sigh! " The director hung up the phone helplessly.
It was better not to make money than to anger Nangong ye and make the hospital disappear!
At this moment, there were more and more reporters outside the hospital, waiting to report on this matter.
However, minutes and minutes passed. They did not get the results they were waiting for. Everyone could not wait to rush into the hospital's building and ask the doctor for a report.
The noise outside grew louder and louder. Fang Yuan, who was sitting on the hospital bed, was attracted by the noise. She looked at the reporters outside and looked at the clock on the wall in the room. It was already past the time for the report to be published.
According to the time for the test, the report had already been published.
Her hands slowly clenched into fists. She knew how much Nangong ye despised her. The moment the report was published, Nangong ye should have announced the results of the test, dumped her, and then arrested her for wounding someone. He would sue her until she went to prison.
This was the style of Nangong Ye.
Clearly, it wasn't because Nangong ye didn't want to announce the results at such a late hour. It was because he couldn't!
Her eyes, which were originally so dark that there was no light, gradually lit up, illuminating her dark eyes.
She got up from the bed and pulled out the IV tube on her arm. The corners of her lips curled up into a smile like that of a poppy. Ye Xinghun wasn't lying to her!
When the people in the same ward saw Fang Yuan getting up, they looked at Fang Yuan, who had gone to the bathroom to wash up. According to Fang Yuan's condition, she couldn't get up.
The people in the same ward discussed among themselves.
"Why is she getting up? "
"Can't you see that there are so many reporters outside? They're all waiting for the test report! I think she can't sit still anymore. "
"Hehe, she definitely can't sit still anymore. Otherwise, why would she get up? "
"Once the report is out, President Nan Gong will be cleared of all wrongdoing. This B * Tch even wants to frame President Nan Gong! Bah, she doesn't even want to take a Piss to see who she is. "
The women discussed among themselves.
Fang Yuan walked out of the bathroom. There were still water droplets on her face, and her gaze was piercingly cold as she looked at the people in the ward.
"Who said that I framed President Nan Gong? Hehe, you gossipy women, I'll get someone to cut out your tongues later! " She said fiercely.
"What right do you have to cut out our tongues? Who Do you think you are? Just wait for President Nan Gong to catch you! "
"That's right, you even framed Xiao Hui. Xiao HUI IS MY IDOL! "
"Not only did you frame Xiao Hui, she even almost caused a girl to miscarry! A woman like her deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces! "
The women said one after another.
"Hehe, I'll let you know who I am later! " Fang Yuan said coldly as she strode out of the ward.

"Uncle, I was punished for being late! " "Buy the school. "
"Uncle, I was bullied! " "SEND THEM TO HEAVEN! "
In this era of competing for fathers, Qin Sheng never competed for fathers. Those things were too extravagant. She didn't have them, she only competed for uncles!
Ever since she had a rich uncle, she lived a life of fighting and being cleaned up by others, causing trouble and being scapegoated by others.
Her three big goals in life were to make him fall in love with her, fall in love with her, fall in love with her!

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