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This is simply a ridiculous world of falsehood!
 
From "The Pacific" to "Buried" and then to "Like Crazy", the pay is actually lower than one after another, looking like a dead actor whose career has reached a dead end. "Buried" 100,000 film pay is already low enough, the third-line actors are almost this price, even many TV actors are paid more than this figure, but now, actually drop again and again, 20,000? Is this not a beggar's fee? It sounds like the price that the fresh meat of the modeling circle gets.
 
What's more, Renly is now an Emmy winner! Emmy Awards! Emmy Awards, one of the four major American art awards! Twenty thousand dollars? What the hell is that?
 
And the bonus? That's just bullshit!
 
From just a few words, we can tell that "Like Crazy" did not find a production company at all, just to get the investment, just like "Buried", what does this mean? It means that the director and producer have no say in the matter, how much they can share, the profit ratio and distribution companies, theaters, and even whether they can find the right buyer, all of this is pending, the future must be decided by the other party. "Buried" box office share ratio is the focus of the film industry to shoot the board.
 
Even if the production company and distribution company agree to the box office share, how much can Renly share?
 
The wave of Hollywood actors participating in box office dividends began to emerge after the new century, and although there were such cases before that, they had not been in the mainstream, and the mainstream cooperation between production companies and actors was still payroll.
 
Before that, the $20 million club represented the highest level in the industry; however, "Pirates of the Caribbean 2" brought Johnny Depp a basic salary of $33 million plus North American box office dividends, which immediately shocked the entire industry, and the subsequent "Pirates of the Caribbean 3" was only more and less, which made Disney jump.
 
Later, when shooting "Pirates of the Caribbean 4", Disney made a bang to create a historical record of fifty-five million dollars, signed Johnny to continue to star. In fact, this figure, is Disney's own internal estimates, after calculating the basic salary and box office dividends overlapping figures to give the results, a breath to pay Johnny's salary, so that the film box office success beyond expectations, then the proceeds will all enter the pockets of Disney.
 
After that, the $20 million club still exists, but in name only, the actors will not overly pursue the base salary, but more willing to participate in the creation of the film in the form of dividends. This is also a good thing for the studios, because they can save budget and let the actors to share part of the box office risk to earn together with the money, the loss together, so the major studios are happy to see it.
 
In other words, the willingness of the movie companies to share the box office dividends is to share the risk, not to share the benefits. Naturally, only the top actors with box office appeal can participate in the list of dividends, while other actors directly stand aside.
 
Although Langley just won the Emmy Award, but in the star-studded Hollywood, not at all ranked, just two works of accumulation is not enough to let Langley among the ranks of second-line actors, now at most can only be considered third-line. Even if Renly can participate in the dividend, one percent is the limit, the studio will not easily loose.
 
The biggest possibility is that even this one percent, the studio is not willing to pay. It's just not possible to snatch chicken from the weasel's hand.
 
Of course, Andy will not forget that there is another situation if "Like Crazy" by independent production companies, independent distribution companies to take over the words.
 
Then, this type of small budget independent films because of the relationship between the budget is not enough, often also to the box office share of the way, invited to the first line or second line actors to star. For the actors, they can hope to test the waters in the awards season; for the crew, they can save money, which is a win-win situation.
 
The most famous case is the 1994 "Pulp Fiction", when John Travolta career in the trough of the trough, simply a mess, but after the peak, even if he is no longer a line, but also not just an independent film can be invited to the star.
 
Quentin Tarantino is very passionate about old movies and has a fondness for John, so he was invited to star in "Pulp Fiction", but he was shy, and John's fee of about three million was only a second-tier level in the industry, not something Quentin could pay. So, Quentin negotiated a basic fee of $170,000, and then invited John to star in the situation with a share of the box office.
 
John thought, anyway, his career can not be worse, why not do it?
 
Thus, the classic "Pulp Fiction" was born. The point is that John's career has been revived, and he even got an Oscar nomination.
 
But the problem is, "Pulp Fiction" only one, when the film's North American box office reached 107 million. What about "Like Crazy"? Not to mention 100 million, the North American box office of independent films want to break 30 million is not an easy task. This is true for "Buried" and this is true for "Like Crazy".
 
All in all, this is the most ridiculous situation, Andy only feel a chest tightness.
 
The actor's salary is not just a simple salary, first of all, the salary is the actor's recurring investment, the entire image of the project is not a few hundred thousand dollars can be completed, not to mention that Renly's "Buried" this year's awards season or some hope, the expenditure of public relations activities is not a small cost, if these investments are not made, then the future is no possibility.
 
Secondly, the pay is a direct reflection of the status of the actor in the industry, those top actors occasionally lower the pay for a friendly appearance or appear in independent films, it is called "pursuit", but the new actors have not achieved any results, the pay is deteriorating, which is called self-destructive.
 
The last is Andy's own share, which is also the most insignificant part, because the training of newcomers for Andy such a top agent, ten percent of the draw is not profitable, not only that, he has to pay back the money.
 
The first thing you can do is to look at the breezy Renly in front of you, and Andy truly wants to cry. He found that in just one month since accepting Renly's agency job, he had more ups and downs than in the past year combined, and took a deep breath and another deep breath, "Can you tell me why you want to be in this production? Give me a reason."
 
"Reason?" Renly didn't seem to understand Andy's point, he was an actor, Andy was an agent, the perspective of things would have been different.
 
Andy crossed his arms to support the arm of his chair, his body slightly forward, "For example, you think this work is even more challenging than "Buried" and has the potential to hit next year's Golden Globes, and even the Oscars?"
 
Renly laughed lightly straight away, "Ha." Sure enough, agents and actors have very different focuses.
 
Not all films need to be linked to awards and box office, such as the biggest injustice of the twenty-first century, "Mulholland Drive". This work can be described as controversial, people who like it as a saint, people who hate it abandoned, and later this work in the Oscars only harvested an unpleasant best director nomination, all other departments fell short, it is clear that only comfort David Lynch is just, triggered the strong dissatisfaction of countless fans.
 
Now this work has become the heart of countless critics and senior film fans, in those twenty-first century film list, "Mulholland Drive" can almost all occupy a seat in the top five, can be seen in its film history status. Despite this, the lead actress Naomi Watts still came out of nowhere with this work, ushering in a turning point in her career.
 
And so on, there are "Fight Club", "Donnie Darko", "Requiem for a Dream", and so on and so forth. These works may not have been able to achieve success at the box office or win any recognition in the major award seasons, but they do not affect their important place in the history of cinema, and they have become a highlight on the resume of the actor or director, laying an important foundation for the subsequent career.
 
Actors are concerned with the work itself, while agents are concerned with the results of the work. This is the essential difference.
 
However, Renly understood Andy's concern, so he still nodded and gave an affirmative answer, "This is the direction to work on."
 
Andy exhaled gently, "I need to go through the script after I get it." This time, Andy did not use a questioning tone, but expressed his opinion directly. Renly also did not mind, directly nodded, indicating no problem.
 
The cooperation between the agent and the actor is an equal relationship, even if it is a fledgling newcomer, it is the actor himself who signs the performance contract, and if the actor does not agree, the agent cannot force the newcomer to sign. Of course, the newcomer's eyesight, ability and experience are not enough, generally speaking, what the agent says, they do, even if some of the top artists who have been famous for a long time, will listen to the professional advice of the agent.
 
Like Renly and Andy, they also exist. It is just that both sides need to keep figuring out in order to cooperate towards a win-win situation, otherwise the final injury is still the actor's own agent less an actor, you can still find countless actors; actors can also change agents at any time, but miss the prime of career development, you do not see a second chance, not everyone like Robert Downey Jr. and John Travolta can get a second chance.
 
"So, what exactly is it that you came over to see me about?" Renly looked at the alarm clock on the wall and took the initiative to ask to.
 
Andy then reacted, because the impact of "Like Crazy" is really too sudden and too fierce, so that he actually also forgot where he came to, at this time Renly reminded some, the brain then turned around, "I came to see you, but also about your next project, I found two suitable I found two suitable projects, if you are interested, I can arrange for you to participate in a one-on-one private interview to see how the feedback, and then do further discussion."
 
Obviously, the two days of Telluride, Andy did not idle.

After getting the final relief from his past sufferings, Chu Jiashu was given a second chance when he found himself in the body of an infant from an aristocratic family of Hall. Now, nothing is going to stop him from achieving his long-cherished dream of acting. Enter Renly Hall, a Hollywood miracle of 21st century.


Note from the translator - from me, that is.
   
"Honestly, I get frustrated too much when I look at countless subpar novels being translated day after day. So much human resources wasted. I kinda get what Qidian International is doing, but it is just, I can't bear the notion of having so many wonderful novels that belong to the Chinese platform to be left in the dust. English-speaking community should know of the existence of such brilliant works, and more so, they should enjoy them. The novel is by a Chinese dude "Qiqi Jia D Mao Mao", whatever that might mean, who wrote several showbiz novels (he is probably the best at what he is doing). It is not my work, I'm just a dude who, with the help of two free machine translators (DeepL and good ol' Google), can show you a hidden gem. Wait, you said machine translators? Sadly, yes. I can't speak Chinese at all, but fortunately, this novel is structured in a machine-translation-friendly way, like really so. Most of the time context is saved. I'm just polishing the edges with my superb (not really) editing skills, so you all chaps have a splendid experience with this good staff indeed. Actually, you can go and read machine translation or just wait for my updates. Up to you dudes and dudies. And then I go away...blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb, blewb....."

P.S.
"I am a knife for a hire. So the managers of the site can employ me for this novel, but please don't remove it. Oh, please, I'm begging you on my knees. You guys won't even think of translating this novel, and here I am "translating" it for free,.... well for the time being, that is mwahahaha!"

P.S. for P.S.
This novel does not contain the following:
Harem, definitely not NTR, stupid characters, NTR again (God, I hate NTR (secretly beating the meat for a one in hentai))

But this novel contains:
Great storyline, relatable characters, realistic situations, very fun moments as well as tear jerking ones (so much so, you will find your throat hella sore from crying all the time), surprise after surprise for the decisions that author went with.

You will have a good time indeed
WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!

Lu Chuanfeng looked at chairman Li in confusion. He did not understand the meaning behind his words, but he had an ominous feeling when he saw Lu Chuanfeng's darkened face.
"My company has never dabbled in online literature. This is something that everyone knows. I wonder what Chairman Li means by asking this question? "
Chairman Li did not waste his breath. He turned the laptop in front of him to Lu Chuanfeng and said, "Look at it for yourself."
Lu Chuanfeng looked at the laptop in front of him in confusion. He only read the first sentence and realized that something was wrong.
After reading two paragraphs, he realized that the proposal in the document was actually a vulgar novel. The content was disgusting.
Lu Chuanfeng looked at Chairman Li awkwardly. Then, he turned to Hu Cong and asked sternly, "What's going on?"
Hu Cong did not know what had happened. He hurriedly moved the laptop over and looked at the contents of the document.
He was shocked when he saw it.
The collaboration proposal had actually become pulp fiction?
Hu Cong looked at the boss with a dumbfounded look and hurriedly explained, "I checked before we left. This is not the same content."
Lu Chuanfeng took into account that Chairman Li and Fu Tingyu were present. He held back his anger and looked at the person-in-charge of Li Shang.
"I'm sorry. This was my mistake. I apologize for this embarrassment. I'll go back first."
Lu Chuanfeng turned around and left after saying that so as not to embarrass himself.
Hu Cong was so scared that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He picked up the laptop and hurriedly followed.
After the farce that had just happened, the private room quieted down.
Fu Tingyu looked at Chairman Li and said, "There was a traffic jam on the road just now, so I was a little late. Sorry to have kept you waiting."
Traffic jams were common in this section of the road between Jiangcheng and Linshi.
Chairman Li smiled lightly and said, "Let's talk about cooperation."
Fu Tingyu replied, "Sure."
Shi Yan walked forward, and opened the laptop in his hands, ready to show Chairman Li their proposal.
Fu Tingyu explained the details in the proposal at the same time.
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In the hallway-
"Explain to me. What the hell happened and why did the proposal become that piece of crap?"
Lu Chuanfeng could not help but roar after leaving the room.
"That was so embarrassing."
"Boss, I don't know either. I checked the document before we left and there were no issues with it." Hu Cong could not explain what had happened clearly either. How did the proposal turn into pulp fiction?
Lu Chuanfeng was even more furious when he heard that. "You don't know? How did you become an assistant? What did I pay you for?"
They were in public in a coffee shop. So Lu Chuanfeng forced himself to control his emotions after he growled softly at his assistant.
The coffee shop was quiet. Even though they were a little far away, they could still hear the men's angry growls.
Qin Shu looked up to the second floor and saw two men standing there. One of them had been in a magazine, so she knew who he was.
He was the CEO of Lu Corporation, Lu Chuanfeng. He was also one of Fu Tingyu's competitors.
Lu Chuanfeng was one of Fu Tingyu's competitors for the cooperation with Li Shang. Lu Chuanfeng was a rather strong competitor.
Qin Shu knew better than anyone why he was so angry.
If she was not wrong, he had been involved in the car accident in her previous life.
Lu Chuanfeng walked down from the second floor with a dark expression.
Hu Cong followed behind him sullenly, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Qin Shu saw that Lu Chuanfeng had already come downstairs. She thought for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the stairs.
When she brushed past Hu Cong, Qin Shu sped up and accidentally bumped into him.
"I'm sorry.


“Are you still going to run away?”
“No, not anymore.”
He loved her to the point of paranoia, a compulsion that penetrated his bones and was impossible to cure.
“Babe, you can only smile at me.”
“Babe, I’ll get you everything you like.”
After getting revived, Qin Shu’s eyes were as bright as snow and she had high intelligence. She held on to her handsome and rich husband, refusing to let go, devoting herself to protecting and pampering him. She worked hard to become stronger so that she could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Before her revival, Qin Shu believed the words of her younger sister. She hated him, blamed him, and devised a thousand ways to run away from him.
Yet, he loved her deeply, pampered her with all his heart, and allowed her to behave atrociously.

World War II, and Japan's defeat, deeply influenced Japanese literature. Many authors wrote stories of disaffection, loss of purpose, and the coping with defeat. Haruo Umezaki's short story Sakurajima shows a disillusioned and skeptical Navy officer stationed in a base located on the Sakurajima volcanic island, close to Kagoshima, on the southern tip of the Kyushu island. Osamu Dazai's novel The Setting Suntells of a soldier returning from Manchukuo. Shōhei Ōoka won the Yomiuri Prize for his novel Fires on the Plain about a Japanese deserter going mad in the Philippine jungle. Yukio Mishima, well known for both his nihilistic writing and his controversial suicide by seppuku, began writing in the post-war period. Nobuo Kojima's short story "The American School" portrays a group of Japanese teachers of English who, in the immediate aftermath of the war, deal with the American occupation in varying ways.

Prominent writers of the 1970s and 1980s were identified with intellectual and moral issues in their attempts to raise social and political consciousness. One of them, Kenzaburō Ōe published his best-known work, A Personal Matterin 1964 and became Japan's second winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Mitsuharu Inoue (ja) had long been concerned with the atomic bomb and continued in the 1980s to write on problems of the nuclear age, while Shusaku Endo depicted the religious dilemma of the Kakure Kirishitan, Roman Catholics in feudal Japan, as a springboard to address spiritual problems. Yasushi Inoue also turned to the past in masterful historical novels of Inner Asia and ancient Japan, in order to portray present human fate.

Avant-garde writers, such as Kōbō Abe, who wrote fantastic novels such as The Woman in the Dunes (1960), wanted to express the Japanese experience in modern terms without using either international styles or traditional conventions, developed new inner visions. Yoshikichi Furui tellingly related the lives of alienated urban dwellers coping with the minutiae of daily life, while the psychodramas within such daily life crises have been explored by a rising number of important women novelists. The 1988 Naoki Prize went to Shizuko Todo (ja) for Ripening Summer, a story capturing the complex psychology of modern women. Other award-winning stories at the end of the decade dealt with current issues of the elderly in hospitals, the recent past (Pure- Hearted Shopping District in Kōenji, Tokyo), and the life of a Meiji period ukiyo-e artist.

Haruki Murakami is one of the most popular and controversial of today's Japanese authors. His genre-defying, humorous and surreal works have sparked fierce debates in Japan over whether they are true "literature" or simple pop-fiction: Kenzaburō Ōe has been one of his harshest critics. Some of Murakami's best-known works include Norwegian Wood (1987) and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1994–1995).

Banana Yoshimoto, a best-selling contemporary author whose "manga-esque" style of writing sparked much controversy when she debuted in the late 1980s, has come to be recognized as a unique and talented author over the intervening years. Her writing style stresses dialogue over description, resembling the script of a manga, and her works focus on love, friendship and loss. Her breakout work was 1988's Kitchen.

Although modern Japanese writers covered a wide variety of subjects, one particularly Japanese approach stressed their subjects' inner lives, widening the earlier novel's preoccupation with the narrator's consciousness. In Japanese fiction, plot development and action have often been of secondary interest to emotional issues. In keeping with the general trend toward reaffirming national characteristics, many old themes re-emerged, and some authors turned consciously to the past. Strikingly, Buddhist attitudes about the importance of knowing oneself and the poignant impermanence of things formed an undercurrent to sharp social criticism of this material age. There was a growing emphasis on women's roles, the Japanese persona in the modern world, and the malaise of common people lost in the complexities of urban culture.

Popular fiction, non-fiction, and children's literature all flourished in urban Japan in the 1980s. Many popular works fell between "pure literature" and pulp novels, including all sorts of historical serials, information-packed docudramas, science fiction, mysteries, detective fiction, business stories, war journals, and animal stories. Non-fiction covered everything from crime to politics. Although factual journalism predominated, many of these works were interpretive, reflecting a high degree of individualism. Children's works re-emerged in the 1950s, and the newer entrants into this field, many of them younger women, brought new vitality to it in the 1980s.

Manga (comics) has penetrated almost every sector of the popular market. It includes virtually every field of human interest, such as multivolume high-school histories of Japan and, for the adult market, a manga introduction to economics, and pornography. Manga represented between 20 and 30 percent of annual publications at the end of the 1980s, in sales of some ¥400 billion per year.

Cell phone novels appeared in the early 21st century. Written by and for cell phone users, the novels—typically romances read by young women—have become very popular both online and in print. Some, such as Love Sky, have sold millions of print copies, and at the end of 2007 cell phone novels comprised four of the top five fiction best sellers.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

      While the cheerful woman shook her around, costumed as a faun and playing a pan flute, while the girl was looking at the weird vegetation with bright colors, the weird animals, and people with animal costumes all around.
      They are good at the level of professional cosplay, and Margot started to name the animals to herself. "The giant chicken-quails Ah'm going to call chikquails, the half horse-half llamas Ah call llamorses, the giant rabbits. Giant rabbits? The giant corn ears Ah would call… Why everything around here is giant?"
      The satyr woman was delighted with the girl rants.
      The girl noticed that the whole place was carefully built to create a design where the biggest house was in the center. They had pillars around and eve a pyramid with a temple or shrine at the top. Around the houses had horse studs and plantations. On the east side, she could see a beautiful blue sea.
      On the horizon, there was a floating island chained to the mountains around. Each link should have an absurd size. Such a thing should be inconceivable."
      "That's it. Ah'm going bananas and this is a hallucination, Nothing around here is happening. That's why it Is so hard to move. In reality, Ah'm wearing a straightjacket in a padded room."
      What seemed to be an old Native American woman, walking with a staff and wearing a colorful sarong and a headband with flowers and feathers come to them very angry.
      There was a huge goat at her side.
      Looking closer she had very good faun makeup, with horns among the feathers. It had huge hoofs, the girl reminded to see that in cosplayers before, it was a very complicated prosthetic.
      One of her eyes was blank what makes scared her a little bit.
      She talked fast and pointed. No doubt, it was something about the toddler.
      "Sorry, mam. But whatever you angry about, Is not my fault."
      A second old woman appeared with a long featherhead hair talked fast with both women and took her away. The confused girl could look away from her old naked breasts.
      They went back to the house that looked like a château and sat in a big table. There they put a colorful tablecloth and plates with beautiful flower decorations, all with characteristic daisies.
      She noticed those daisies in everyplace, the buildings, the furniture, doorknobs, her clothes, and even in the women jewels. Obviously that should have some meaning.
      While they talk in that weird language, she started to theorize what could be happening.
      Her first surprise was that nobody notices the book or care. What would be normal in a world full of that magic? She shrugged and started to write in the notes.
      There's a lot of clear memories from trivia of her previous But not much about her personal life. Is it possible that she was killed by trunk-Kun and a god, send her to another world?
      A mysterious trunk that works for pandimensional gods running over people to send to other worlds was real, or just fiction? She knows that saw that at least a dozen times in all kinds of media.
      But she doesn't remember any god giving her instructions and gifts to had a good time in that world.
      Also don't remember to play anything that seemed to be that theme. A lot of date-sims, otome games, and RPGs that happen in some version of old Europe with magic and giant robots, but nothing about the Americas.
      Not that she reminded.
      A lot of weird people started to sit in the table and she made the book disappear. A big hairy white Andean goat sat and started to talk with the voice of an old lay.
      The old woman dressed as satyr or faun appeared with a minotaur, well a buffalo minotaur, or maybe a minobufallo, the girl thought. Four kids appeared, two boys and two girls. One of them was the girl who keeps watching her and another was with an awesome costume of a marble statue.
      More teenagers and adults, many dressed as bird people and a very big bird with a hat that also talked.
      It was a scene taken from Alice in wonderland.
      A werewolf woman, half coyote brought big brown clay pots, with a steamy smell of food. It was obvious that everybody was happy and complimented the cook.
      The smell really was good and she noticed that she was starving.
      That didn't take too long, and she was terrified when they opened the pots. Big fat living maggots, with coconut cream, backed red crickets with potatoes, big ants with crumbs and herbs, and they all started to eat like it was the tastiest food in the world. To finish backed toads.
      The werewolf brought a bottle with a dead snake and scorpions inside, that the adults happily drank the liquid, and to finish she brought fried guinea pig to the children, including a plate in front of her.
      "Ah ken a restaurant whit food like this. Ah, make a bet to give a bite in a bloody living octopus and Ah lost. Ah, suppose ye guys dinnae have a wee spicy lamen, ye had?"
      Them the satyr woman holding her, get one of the most fat and slime worms and tried to make her eat.
      "No way Jose. If you think Ah'm going to eat this thing ya are out of your mind." Pushing the woman's face she had another frightening surprise. "That's no makeup. There are no prosthetics? This horn is getting out of yer skull?"
      The disgusted girl didn't know where she gets the strength to scape. But felt on the wooden floor making a loud sound and throw up. All the monsters became frightened and the women looked desperate to ugly scratch in her leg that she made in the table.
      There were a commotion and the old woman with the feathered hat approach with a docile talk and blow her wound. At first, appeared to be just a typical gesture that old women usually do with kids, but to her surprise really worked, The wound get out of her body like was just dust and there was none pain.
      "What? How you did that?"
      They argued a little and after a while, they started to talk about a "Bela" and a half coyote women brought a baby bottle.
      "Ye guys should be kidding me. That's humiliating."
      This time the woman didn't have to force and she drank. It was milk mixed with some fruit similar to mango. Nothing bad.
      The nice woman of the jewelry appeared and she felt relieved. None signal of the satyr around. The woman took her to a huge bathroom, with a bathtub big like a small pool and a mirror. Finally, she could see herself in the mirror and noticed another concerning thing. "Whit a moment. Ah not a baby, neither a toddler. Ah should have five to six years. Why Ah'm so weak that Ah cannoe stand?"
      She looked her body and face. "None freckle's, eyebrows and bronze skin. That is definitively not me face." She gave a smile. "Ah always wanted to have visible eyebrows and bronze skin. Ah'm gorgeous"
      The woman hugged her and play a pan flute. "What aboot those monsters out there? Ah thought they were cosplayers."
      The woman giggled and touch a pan flute.
      "Ah look like you. Don't tell me that ye are kind of me Maw? Ah'm going to grow up that pretty and with big boobs? Ah'm finally going to have boobs? This is heaven?"
      Unfortunately, she brought her pessimism from the previous life. "No, after that monster and disgusting rank fooid is more probable that Ah died and went to bloody hell."
      The woman smiled and rubbed her with a wet fabric.
      "This is some kind of cotton? Ah, have to admit that Ah don't have anything against growing to look like you. It is much prettier than me previous body."
      The woman seemed to have the time of her life and answered with a pan flute.
      "Are you mute? This place seems to be a mix of Inca and Mayan with a bit of science fiction."
      They finished the bath and the woman holds her with a piece of silk fabric with cloud draws. To her wonder, the clouds slowly moved.
      They went to sleep together in a sleeping hammock on the porch of the château. While the woman plays the pan flute.
      In the next day, they wandered around the place and Margot was fascinated by the Mesoamerican constructions,
      They went until a kind of orchard where she got a weird fruit.
      "This is some kind of hairy tomato?" The woman peeled showing a soft and White pulp. "Ah have a bite because Ah'm starving, but is good that thing will not try to bite me back."
      She gets a bite in the juice and sweet fruit. It was delicious. The woman took her around and they eat a lot of exotic fruits in a pleasant picnic. There were a couple of weird creatures around that don't get to close as if they were afraid. They looked like more satyrs.
      "This place doesn't feel like hell. But if Ah remember right. in the Divine Comedy, the hell was kept by satyrs and minotaurs. But if Ah'm not here as a sinner. To me can be me hame."

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It's not the first time he's seen her like this, but it's the first time she's almost killed herself. Fear invades him and it is just this factor that generates that energy unique to the two of them.
Yes, it is true that we are all afraid, but not for the same reasons. Only when someone fears for the life of another being, that magnetic field that surrounds them through an irremediable attraction is produced. Besides, they have known each other since they were children, which makes it even more intense and unbreakable.
Have you noticed that the wrinkles on the neck have a helical shape?
A shape similar to that of a spring and a spring is flexible, just like passion. This is a feeling that can go a long way whether it evolves or not... I think Alexis gets the vibe from my words.
I say this as he squeezes her waist as if her fingers were roots and her waist a lake, maybe it is for him.
"The connection is regenerating at full speed.
This bond, its vicious circle and my magic act.
What do you think demon how my whole narrative of emotional introspection is progressing?"
I don't know what Alexis is talking about but I will soon find out because while demons don't have souls...this demon wasn't always a demon was he?
I take her silence as affirmation.
While the demon can't get out of Luz's head; it can shadow its flames in Alexis's eyes and it just did.
This is a little secret little secret for you to understand me better:
"Before the triangle was a circle. Nowadays; at least, in the case of human beings, it is first the deadly triangle and then it spreads in the whole circular shape of the globe.
Here is a deadly triangle:
Luz's phobia, Alexis' fear and the demon's terror. This is the famous vicious circle I was telling you about... the mental bermuda triangle."
Terror in the form of jealousy caused the demon to invade Alexis' field of vision with the shadow of its flames. Behold TOU CHÉ BABY.
Thanks to this I will be able to narrate to you from Alexis' perspective. Yeah, cheers to me, YEAH.
I want to lay my cards on the table before I continue with this diary of a teenage heart.
Because I called this vicious cycle a magic act?
Because the vices of love, in this case, through the shadow of Alexis' flames will create for him the illusion that he can understand the strange girl who got into his thoughts.
And it is my magic act because without my words the demon would not have missed the shadow of her flames. This shadow is the light of Alexis' shadows; for it will clarify the doubts he has about her, or so he will believe.
What will the demon make Alexis see about Luz?
Undoubtedly it will be something between truth and fiction as this diary.
Why were the words necessary?
I bet you were expecting something more "epic in your eyes"; but here the thing is to make it "epic for the teenage soul". I don't know about everyone, but Luz is certainly selfish; so this may have only been epic to her soul. However, be FRESH because I'll fix that.
Of course first; before I play mental plumber, I'm going to satisfy my curiosity regarding this kid's perspective:
I hate it when she lies but I hate it more when she lies to herself. What's worse is that her words could confuse me and two clueless people seems like the start of a bad joke. 
I'd better get away before she wakes up or.... God, she's doing it again, her thumb is caressing my palm and it's so frustrating not being able to talk to her without.... hell, I can't even be close, I can't even be far enough away to... and what good would that do too?
I pull away when he starts to move. I remember the first time I saw her in her delusional states. That day my mother and her mother were going to have a sleepover together. We were ten years old but it seemed to us that they were acting like two of those silly teenagers that we really found unbearable. 
I never liked Luz, from the first time I saw her I knew she would be a problem in my life. She would make me not be able to sit still, we almost killed each other because of her exaggerated curiosity. The time we almost killed each other because she decided, "I have to remind dad that it's my birthday so I'm not going to let him work. Today I'm going to become his shadow"; yes, Luz decided it was time to get her driver's license. 
I thought she wanted to kill me but when I heard she almost killed herself by running and then resting her wet body on the pastry counter. Not for nothing, but we had been taught in school that water conducts electricity very well. She knew that that counter with those desserts in it was powered by electricity. Luz justified herself with a question: "And why does water conduct electricity? I remember the chemistry teacher tried to explain but she responded with another question. I thought that maybe she knew the mayeutics of Socrates to put in evidence the ignorance of the old professors of those times called sophists.
Then I knew that I was not her problem, it was either herself or someone I did not know. 
The first time I saw her rave was when I was 12 years old. Our mothers were in my mother's room and we were in the garden. Luz had fallen asleep watching the stars at night. We were both lying on the grass until I left for a moment to get some lemonade. I planned to give her her glass when she woke up but was startled when I saw her talking and rolling back on the grass. I didn't scream, I was just stunned and, as malevolent as it sounds, fascinated. She had awakened my curiosity about the world and especially about her mind.
Within a year I realized that she narrated her dreams in her sleep. I have a collection of all her stories. I would die of shame if she knew. Thank goodness she is unconscious, although I don't think she will be for much longer. She moves her head and neck in a tempting way, I'm sixteen now and I hate it.
When I was fourteen mom worried that I was the shortest boy my age. She started watching me more and noticed that Luz was keeping me awake at night. 
So much happened when we left, maybe too much for us to remain friends. I came back a sportsman and something else that I can never even think of, all as a precaution. 
She doesn't move as much as she did when she was 12, but I still see her as too enigmatic to ignore. 
Today in the woods she narrated absolutely nothing, but I know she was dreaming because I moved closer and rested my ear on her chest. Then I heard again after two years the melodic rhythm of her heart. 
I swear I have been resisting, I have been fighting against myself since I came back not to spy on her while she sleeps. I wanted so much to stay in the tree near her window to listen to her and see in her face the innocent girl I remember. 
It was months of resisting, but this camp was a must-see opportunity. However, it all broke down when that guy showed up and now she thinks it was him. I can't get her out of her mistake but I want it so badly. 
Nothing can ever be the way it used to be anyway, nor how I would want it to be at this point. I have collaborated in her suffering, I released that video of her talking to herself and I have no realistic justification.
I can't even console myself, thinking about the reasons why I have acted as I have so far... as it has to go on.
What am I going to tell him when he wakes up?
I should have thought about that before I received the past since he just screamed and I covered his mouth with my hands.
Small glimpses of nervousness as I feel the wetness of his lips soaking my fingers. 
"Quiet or they'll think we're awake."
She recognizes my voice and still jerks to try to push me away. I would never tell her but I thank her mentally. When I'm on my nerves I start talking nonsense that is beside the point. Besides... I'm just nervous.
"Alexis, Alexis why is everything dark? You're Alexis aren't you?"
I'd better ask me questions and distract my mind.
"The camp people turn off all the lights to make sure no one walks around at night."
"And that's why it has to be all the way to the dark room?"
"I'm supposed to be all alone in here and asleep like a little baby."
Luz thinks somewhat stunned, "My little baby is the one who's going to cry." Sometimes she feels guilty for having bad thoughts and on top of that being so hypocritical to disguise them with her double entendre. Although on this occasion she feels rather confused in the good sense of the word (note her double meaning).
"So it's just you and me in your room alone and in the dark?"
Alexis opened her eyes wide at the amusement of the situation. Best to find the bright side of things if she wanted to keep her cool.
"Hey, relax I only brought you here because I don't want to be an accomplice to a suicide."
"Suicide? I was not and am not going to commit suicide. Adolescence is expensive; but nothing that can't be paid for with reflection fees and a few cents worth of frustration."
Luz is a little dazed and her muscles are tired as if she had run a marathon. 
Naturally she is always tired when she wakes up from one of her extravagant dreams, but today she is more tired; so she supposes that this is the heaviest dream she has had in her almost 16 years of life.
"Don't come to me with your reflections now. The bakery thing I considered a lack of expertise on your part, but this is a suicide attempt". Luz shakes her head as if he could see her in the darkness.
"The equipment you had takes you to the sound you really want and led you to the Bermuda Triangle. Even if you deny it, your subconscious wants to beat you to a pulp."
Luz is eaten up with helplessness for not being able to throw something at his head or put something in his ear to shut him up.
"What about you, why are you following a suicidal woman? Could it be that your subconscious wants to beat you to a pulp?"
Alexis takes his comment funny and feels like she is talking to the girl she met before she left.
"Look miss you better eat your mush, mash it up good and then come and flip me the cake." He is pleased to be able to smile more since she can't see him even a little bit even. "I didn't follow you to begin with, I just like music too and by teleporting my auditory sense, I heard the sound of the bermuda triangle. I just followed the sound because it's obvious that whoever wants to hear that sound must have more hair than head and I got it right."
Luz has abundant hair, perhaps more than she would like given her lack of patience to comb it. Mostly due to her family's lack of money to buy a new comb every time one gets caught in her thick hair.
"You're such a lout."
"I still saved your life from an invisible enemy. You owe me respect for life."
Luz throws herself on the bed, which makes her wonder where in the room Alexis is.
"Where are you?"
"Wherever you want my verses to be."
Luz's skin tingles at his sly laugh.
"I'm serious."
"So am I. In the dark it's not the image that matters but what you hear, it's the realm of words."
Luz smiles unconsciously and; if this is not happiness according to the most rational human beings in the world, well they better look at the other students because she is not going to give in to her feelings.
"Is this where I should be impressed by your big head and little stallion hair?"
Alexis certainly believes there is no better paradise than when the two of them talk nonstop.
"This is my kingdom my dear and my big hairy place is not suitable for cardiacs."
Luz never imagined in her wildest dreams that they would ever be talking like this again. Then she thinks, "Let there be no doubt in my mind that reality trumps fiction."
"Seriously speaking do you like music?"
"Unfortunately yes."
"Unfortunately?"
"You already know what I mean." She tries to remember but nothing comes to mind. Maybe it's the effects of her near-suicide. After all there was technology in the midst of the crime she was about to commit against herself. 
She hears the chords of an acoustic guitar and her heart vibrates like a little girl's for a new doll. She doesn't interrupt him in his playing until he finishes.
"Can you sing?"
"No, not now and not the words to this tune."
"Why?" asks Luz disappointed.
"Because if I were to sing you a song it would be inspired by your mind and dedicated only to your heart."


Once upon a time there was a cute kitten who became a hero when he decided to offer his belly as heaven to the abused and despised souls of millions of mice in the world. But since there is a great hero, there must be an illustrious villain who stands up to him: Lucifer.

I am the cute kitten and I am doomed to be the babysitter of a demon in love ... Lucifer's inescapable orders.

I also have to channel confused souls, in the midst of their stagnant rebellion, towards the vile temptation to be the protagonists of a romance sponsored by Satan.

Reading and connecting with a character with personality can lead you to live his life between the pages ...Would you dare to feel the fire of the demon as if it were magic?

Of course, in order to attract you to this game of seduction I must put the cards on the table:

A girl with hellishly adolescent whips. Beats that led her to a promise that would condemn her to cross her path with that of a demon too handsome to see past her blue eyes.

Now that same demon does not know if heaven was worth his betrayal of Lucifer ... now he is without heaven and without the melodies of the heart of his sweet girl.

"Sweet girl of mine ... mine ... only mine"

And it must continue like this, because otherwise, the diary of a girl's fantastic heart will be incomplete. ... or not?

Maybe the sexy side of magic speaks for all of our demons.

For those that may wonder what my inspiration for this story was, I wanted to share just a few thoughts.
First and foremost are my wife, daughters, and son. The most influential people in my life. My wife is my wonder woman, my amazon, and the mother of my children. Of my girls, my oldest has always been a combo of She-Hulk and RC (the Transformer). My second girl, whom is the inspiration of my 'Animals' has for most of her life lived in a dream world where she has thought herself an big fat fluffy cheetah. She herself has her own Animal story that she only draws the characters for right now, and otherwise the story is in her head, but when she finally starts writing it down... She will blow me away. And, my youngest daughter, always positive and sweat, she is my princess. Then there is my son, always hard at work or at play his heart is as big as the people around him let it be. He is a guardian and and adventurer, and he makes me proud everyday of my life...when he isn't arguing with me... I hope you can sense my smile as I say that.
Second, I, like all artists and writers have my influences, among these are authors such as J. R. R. Tolkien (The Hobbit, and Lord of the Rings), Edgar Rice Burroughs (John Carter of Mars series) and John Coleman Burroughs his brother and illustrator, Jules Verne, J. Allen St. John (who was a remarkable illustrator), H.G. Wells, Arthur Conan Doyle, Robert Jorden (Wheel of Time series), and Robert Ervin Howard (Conan the Barbarian). They wrote some of the most remarkable and revolutionary stories that we are all still enjoying, and influence us to this day. Now, I will certainly not give air to the hubris of thinking I am half the storyteller these men were, but I aspire to be...as I write War of the Races, my modern day attempt to write an old pulp fantasy/sci-fi fiction.

Daniel Reas 
Age: 23
Profession: Game - Alpha Tester
Social Status: Single/Virgin

While testing a new game he is transported to a new world know as the Verdant Realm. It is filled with Gods and Goddesses, Elves, Dwarves, Asgardians, Barbarians, Animals, Dragons, and more.

However, the world is not what it seems, and a foretold cataclysm may yet destroy it before he's strong enough to save it.

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(Warning: This is an adult fantasy with graphic adult themes and scenes. Graphic nudity, sex, violence, and language. R-18.)

Death. 

A single word that is connected to everything and everyone. Whether it's living or nonliving things, no one can escape death! 

Humans,  animals,  rocks,  planets, universe. Everything dies without exception. Because in the endless cycle of time, nothing can escape death. 

Death,  symbolizes end of existence. At least, that's the most reasonable explanation o can think of. 

But... what happens after death? Will it really be the end?  

That's the question that surely or mostly comes to someone's mind even just once in their entire lifetime right? So let's set aside other things and creatures for now and just focus on us humans instead. 

What happens after you die?  

If you'll asked a religious person about this, they will sure answer.... heaven, hell, purgatory.. etc.  

If you'll asked some random people on the streets, they might also return the question back at you. 

If you'll asked a professor, they might answer you about tons of stories and theories you might not even understand. 

If you asked a rock, it will not answer you idiot!!!! 

...

But what if you'll asked an Otaku? 

You try to find someone like that and asked him.... " What happens to a person after death? "

What do you think he/she will answer? 

Hmm... 

I... 
I.... I.... 

ISEKAI!!

REINCARNATION!!

TRANSMIGRATION?!! 

Right? That will definitely be their answer right? 

I myself think they will. 

But what if... we will asked Xen?  

Xen. A 21 years old young man whom just died a few seconds ago and was currently inside an empty dark place. Aside from some dark fog that prevents him from seeing what's there beyond 5 meters away from him. 

Xena died in a very unfortunate and gruesome death.  He.... died because of a sudden earthquake and was crushed into pulp when the basement of a 50 floor building where he was staying at, collapsed. But who would want to read about that? No one right!? 

So let's just continue with the story. Repair the  fourth wall! 

....

Beyond the fog was a very majestic temple like hall. In front was a 10 meter high throne and a petite and gentle looking young lady or better call her young girl because of her size. She comfortably sat there with a big lollipop on her hand. She's staring at the young man below with a curious expression on her face. 

After staring at him for awhile, the gentle looking girl wave her hand and all of the fog inside the hall dispersed. 

Xen can now finally see everything around him. 

Runic like inscriptions, cool looking carvings on walls, golden pavements, a super high throne and.... and.... a gentle looking,  cute and  adorable girl sitting on it? 

' Who is she? ' thought Xen after a bit of paused. For some reason, his body and mind became completely relaxed after the fog disappeared. Aside from great curiosity and intrigued, he felt nothing more at this moment. 

Taking a few steps forward, Xen did a formal bow before saying, " Excuse me miss but can you please tell me where I am? " 

The girl sitting on the throne didn't answer immediately but instead continue staring at him.  

Xen also didn't say anything as he patiently waited for her to answer his question. 

" Not bad young man. But it's troublesome to explain so here it is. " said the petite girl sitting on the throne as she wave her right hand and a sliver of light appeared and with a great speed, it went inside Xen's head. 

Xen was first confused what she's talking about and was trying to do but soon,  a small amount of information suddenly appeared on his head which made him fell into silence and closed his eyes as he slowly digested that information.  

After awhile, Xen opened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him. 

" I'm sorry for being rude Goddess, I didn't know who you are before. "

" It's fine it's fine. That is how you mortals are made of so I understand. Now, can you tell me what your wishes are? "

" Mn. I still can't believe this is happening but my first wish will be.... To reincarnate as Nie li in Tales of Demons and gods world with all of his memories, knowledge and experiences in his past life. I'm talking about him after fighting the sage emperor. " 

" Mn. I understand that, don't worry. Now, tell me your second wish? "

" Hmm... my second wish will be.... a protection. I want to be completely immune to any divination, or anything related to that.  I want to be able to hide everything I wanted to hide about me in front of anyone no matter how high their cultivation is. " 

" That's easily granted. Now tell me your last wish young man. "

" As for my last wish... how about... a personal garden full of Divine Phaseless Fruit? " asked Xen unsurely. He can't think of anything useful at this moment as he still can't believe everything that's happening here even now. 

" Hmm. How amusing. How about this, I can give you a single Divine Phaseless Fruit tree that can give you 10 Phaseless fruit per year and a small personal space that contains almost all of the medicines you'll need on your way to your Legendary Rank Demon Spiritualist cultivation? Of course, the tree already have ten Phaseless fruit available now. How about it? "

" That... I think I still want the personal garden full of Phaseless fruit trees Goddess. " 

" Oh come on,  read between the lines young man. "

" That... so it's not possible? " asked Xen and he received a nod as a reply from the Goddess. 

* sigh * 

" Fine then Goddess, I'll choose that one. "

" Hey,  don't show that kind of expression young man. I just think that it's better if it will be like this. " 

" It's my life Goddess. I might die there immediately so I want to get the most benefits I can get as a countermeasure. That world is so dangerous after all. " 

" Dangerous? Why did you choose that world then huh? It's final. You can't change your wishes now. I'll send you there immediately. But as a bonus, I'll let you choose the time you want to start there. "

" Oh,  that's very nice of you Goddess.  Then I want to start after the sage emperor was defeated. " 

"..."

"Stop messing around! Do you believe I'll cancel all of your wishes and just sent you there of you talk more nonsense?! " said the Goddess in a bit of anger. It's more like annoyed though. 

" Haha. I'm sorry Goddess. You're just so pretty so I can't help it. "

" Heh! Your sweet talk won't affect my decision. Besides,  this wasn't my real appearance. Now,  tell me the timeline you want. " 

" Im just telling the truth. Well then, the timeline I'll choose will be.... a week before the canon start. " 

" Are you sure? Why? "

" Ermm.. it's because I don't want to stay away from the canon too much because that will force me to deal with the unknown. So a week will be enough. Also,  please teach me how to use my personal space and how big it is and it's functions.  Thank you. " replied Xen. He clearly wanted to make everything clear right now while he still have a chance.  He's too lazy to explore it himself if there's other choice available in front of him. 

" I see.  So that's the case. But you don't have to worry about your personal space because I already dealt with it. You will immediately know how to use it after you arrive there. Now,  if you don't have anymore questions, I'll send you away now. "

" Wait for a moment Goddess. "

" What is it? "

" Can I... meet you again? "

" Huh? Of course not. Why do you even want to meet me again? Do you want to die again? Are you perhaps,  a masochist? " asked the Goddess in a teasing tone. 

Hearing that,  Xen just calmly shook his head before saying, " It's not like that Goddess. I just want to see you again. It's your fault and I'm sure you know about that right? Who told you to use that appearance in front of me? Besides, why did you even use that appearance in the first place? I can only think for one reason and that is-. "

" Stop!  Stop! So what if I'll use this? I can use every appearance I want. That's because I'm powerful. What can you do about it? " 

" Haha. Fine. But I want to tell you this, I'll definitely find you again to settle this score someday Goddess. I... will have you take responsibility. " 

" Hmmp. I'll wait for that time. See you soon. " said the Goddess and with a wave of her hand,  a light envelopes Xen's entire body and not long after that,  he disappeared. But before he vanished, Xena left 3 words. 

" Wait..... For.... Me... "

...

" What an interesting young man. Fine then. I'll wait for you to settle that score but... can you do it? " she murmured to herself. 

After saying that, she stood up and with a wave of her hand,  she also vanished from that place. 

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Glory City.

Holy Orchid Institute boarding house. 

Xen slowly opened his eyes and got up. He immediately inspected his body to make sure there's nothing wrong about him. He went in front of a shabby mirror and look at his face.  

Orange hair, a youthful but handsome face. Shabby clothes etc.. 

" Mn.  Not bad.  From now on, I... am... Nie li. " he said after staring at himself in front of a mirror for awhile.

" Now time to inspect my cheats. "

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So, after a lot of thinking, this is what I've decided. 

This is my discord.  You can contact me here if you have more questions, etc.


https://discord.gg/mNjeBfX


So it's like this, I'm sure some of you want this to happen but most of you perhaps was disappointed but I decided to do this for so many reasons.  

I'm officially rewriting this fan fiction. 

I really don't plan to do this yet because I'm still busy with my other original novel but there's two person that made me do this.  

There's plenty of people actually but these two guys ... I don't know what to say to them. 

Endread and Oblivious.  

Is that right? You two know what you did so here's the first chapter to read. Your power stones did this miracle.  haha. 

Oh,  by the way,  for all of my readers here. I don't know if you are angry, disappointed etc.  but if you are still planning to send power stones to this book, I appreciate it more if you'll put it on my original novel instead. On Re : Child Again. 

It's optional of course. You still have the final decision.  I don't want this fan fiction to become popular or to appear on the top rankings of fan fictions just like before. I currently have more than 5k loyal readers here so that's enough for me. Those are the people whom didn't remove this book from their libraries despite me not publishing any chapters for almost a month now.  

I don't know if it's because they are still waiting or just too lazy too removed it but either way will be fine.  

Only the destined one can read this.  haha.  

I really hope it won't even appear in top 100. I really do. But I doubt that will happen. 

That's all. 

Thank you for reading up to this part.  I appreciate that.

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Two men stood hunched together in a corner having a serious discussion. Both were tall and lean but one had jet black curly hair while the other had red hair that was straight. They couldn't seem to come to an agreement on the matter they were discussing. 

"We have been banned! Get it in that thick head of yours." The red-haired fellow said, completely agitated. 

"That is completely preposterous!" Exclaimed the other. 

"Ooh! Look at you, using big words." 

"Why? Don't you know the meaning of preposterous?" 

"Actually I do know the meaning. I just didn't know that you knew the word." 

"Oh! Burn!" Said a third person joining in their conversation. 

"Shut up Farooq." They both said turning to him in unison. 

"Sorry Shadab Bhai," Farooq said turning towards Shadab. "But it was a definite-" He then put the tip of his finger on his lips and placed it on Shadab's shoulder making a sizzling sound. 

"What? Hot?" Shadab asked. 

"No. It was a definite burn. Didn't you understand the action?" 

"You made a sizzling sound. And girls do that when they want to label something as hot." 

"Dude, you are such a girl." Said the redhead. 

"Hey guys, could you just stop bickering for a sec. Mikail wants his mom." Said another guy coming up to the group with a black-haired toddler in his arms. He saw his father among the group and immediately stretched his arms. Without a word, Shadab took Mikail from Fawad's arms. 

"Hey, big guy! You want to go to mommy?" Shadab asked Mikail. At the word mommy, he started to look around and started to squirm in Shadab's arms. "I know, I know," Shadab said soothingly. "I wanna go there too." 

"For the last time, you can't." The redhead said again. 

"Stop it Haroon! You wanna meet your wife or not?" Shadab was clearly irritated by now. 

Haroon hung his head and said, "I do." 

"Good. Then we're going in." 

"Can we come too?" Fawad asked. 

"Do you have wives?" 

"No." 

"Then, no." 

Saying so Shadab marched forward with Haroon in tow. "I'm telling you, dude, this is a bad idea." 

"Dude! Are you afraid of something? I never would have thought you had such a wimpy side." Shadab laughed remembering the arguments they used to have, the meaningless banter, and the angry stare-off in the early days that he had married his sister. After almost three years now, they were rubbing off on each other. 

"Hey! Who are you calling a wimp?" Haroon said punching Shadab hard in the back. 

"Oof! Bro! I have a child in my arms." 

"Oh, I'm so sorry miss. Did that hurt?" 

"Ha-Ha. Very funny." 

They reached the doors behind which the all-ladies party was taking place. Shadab leaned forward to observe and found that the door was slightly ajar. "Okay. So here's what we're going to do." He said turning to face Haroon. Haroon looked at him as if he was going to pound him to a pulp. Ignoring the look on Haroon's face, he continued, "The door is ajar. So no one will notice if we slip right in. Then all we have to do is find our respective wives." 

"Nice job Sherlock! No one will notice two men in a room full of women." 

"Sarcasm?" 

"No dear brother, that was flattery." 

"Oh. Thanks." 

"Of course it was sarcasm, you idiot!" 

"Lower your voice. They'll hear us." As if that was the cue for him, Mikail started to cry. "Look what you've done!" Shadab tried to shush him and when that was done, signaled Haroon to follow him. Haroon rolled his eyes at him but obliged. They slipped inside the room. The party or as the women liked to call it "baby shower" was held at a banquet hall and the men were restricted entry. Seeing as Haroon's wife was pregnant, he wanted to be with her. And as Shadab wasn't allowed entry during his wife's shower he wanted to go to, just for the heck of it. 

They slipped in and had taken only a few steps when their ears were twisted and they screamed in pain. Rubbing their ears they turned around to find two women staring daggers at them. One of them was wearing a hijab and had murderous look on her. 

"What are you guys doing here?" She asked. 

"Hey, sis!" Haroon answered in an attempt to sweetness. 

"Don't 'Hey sis' me. You know you're not allowed in here." 

"Exactly. Explain yourselves, big bro." Said the other to Shadab. 

Shadab turned towards Haroon's sister who has been his wife for three years and his son's mother for two years. "Mikail wanted his mommy, hon." 

Both ladies looked at each other and gave a knowing smile as if to say lame excuse. These ladies weren't the best of friends but had become inseparable as the years went by. Now they went shopping together, had sleepovers with their kids-- no husbands-- and had the time of their lives. 

 Suhad turned towards Shadab and took Mikail from him. 

"Hey, where did your brother go to?" Zarine asked and everyone looked at the spot where moments ago Haroon was standing. Everyone's eyes raked over the crowd that was in the room and sure enough, Haroon was leading his very pregnant wife away from the throng of people to a secluded area. 

"Suhad, love, can we talk?" Shadab asked her. She still looked as beautiful as the day he had seen her. Even though their marriage was on the rocks in the early days, everything seemed to have worked out in the end. Now, he couldn't imagine his life without his beautiful, understanding, compassionate wife in it. 

"Sure. Talk." Suhad seemed mad to Shadab but he knew her very well. He knew she was just playing him but he didn't mind playing along with her because it was really endearing to him when his wife was fake angry with him. 

"Are you mad?" 

"Mmm-hmm." 

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see you." 

"Really?" She asked arching her eyebrow. She knew her husband too well. She knew her husband was a curious cat and wouldn't have stopped until he knew what was done during a baby shower. 

"Alright, fine. You caught me. I'm sorry." 

"Hmm... Do you want me to forgive you?" 

"Yes please." He said closing the distance between them and interlocking both of his hands with her. 

"Okay, but on one condition." 

Shadab pouted and Suhad leaned in to give a swift peck on his pouted lips which brought a smile to his face. "Okay. What's the condition?" He asked. 

"You go away and behave this time then maybe I will allow you in this party the next time." 

"The next time?" Shadab mused. He wondered when the next time was going to be and Suhad rolled her eyes seeing that her husband still couldn't take a hint. After a while, his eyes lit up and Suhad said, "Finally!" 

"Oh my Allah! This is great news. Alhamdulillah!" He leaned in to kiss her and Suhad knowing what he was about to do put her palm on his lips. 

"Not here, love." She said nodding towards the throng. 

"Let's continue this in the babymoon." He said wiggling his eyebrows. 

"I was thinking more along the lines of Hajj." 

"That's even better. Why didn't I think of that?" 

"So we're going?" Suhad asked excitedly. 

Hugging her with one arm, Shadab planted a kiss on her crown and said, "In Sha Allah." 

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Alright, peeps!! The epilogue is done. This story has officially ended. Hope you liked this. 

Thank you all so much for being with me throughout the work of the book and telling me what you want and don't want. It's been a great help, really. If it hadn't been for you people this story wouldn't have turned out so well. So thanks a lot. Love you all!!! 

BTW my new book THE REJECT is going to be out soon. Be sure to check it out. It's a totally different story, although a love story. 

Since you have suggested so much to me I don't want your suggestions to stop. So please tell me what kind of stories you want from me? Islamic/ Non-Islamic/ Fiction/ Teen-fiction/ Love-story/ Mystery. I am open to suggestions and you know that :) 

Vote and comment on this one and keep your eyes open for my second book THE REJECT :D 

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There are two types of people.
One- who love this world more than Deen and strive for worldly possessions.
Two- who love the Deen more than this world and strive for Jannah.

But when Deen meets Dunya barriers form because Dunya finds it unable to adjust to Deen and Deen finds it difficult to explain its love to Dunya.

Can they then live together?

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