app all who lives advise who suckling l Pickford audible disk Harrison

Authors note: hello guys as you will read I mention audible near the end. But that's the thing I don't have audible for audiobooks but I use free stuff like YouTube. Don't take it the wrong way, thank you

After I woke up I asked Nicole for how long I was asleep, she told me she never realized I was asleep. It was mean, because does that mean that I look so ugly everyday. I thought I looked cute or just like a normal human being. It's sad really. But the good thing is that it seems our teacher didn't notice, she probably thought I was just lying on my desk. 
"did you do the reading" she asks out of nowhere. 
"wait what, we had reading to do?!" om shocked I think I forgot about it completely. 
"oh my gosh I can't believe you forgot about it, she'll kill you if you can't answer the questions." she laughs a little as she pats my shoulders as if I were crying. 
"shit, and that's the thing I'm already failing those quizzes. Like at least with those quizzes I read some of it." I say sighing, I never really read any of the books she assigned. I would either read a summary of the chapter online or do nothing. 
"go listen to the audio book, I mean we have a period before class." she says, as she pulls out her headphones to hand me one. I receive before popping it in my ear. 
"Do you have, audible or are you going to use YouTube?"
"YouTube, I don't really use audiobooks that often so YouTube is enough. Listen to it during class." she says standing up from the stairs. 
"thanks Dana." I thank her as I follow her out the stairway and into the hall. I'm glad she reminded me of the book if not I would have forgotten about the test and reading. 

They have problems and they don't realize it in other words.



Sagar's POV 

" I don't know what you are talking about... But just stay away... You are already flirting with so many girls... Most of the time they get confused and start flirting with me... " I glared at Sahil and he laughed. 

So... you don't know if you like her... Fine..... Then I'll go ahead and talk to her. " Sahil was smirking at me... I wanted to break his jaw. 

" No... you will not do any such thing, just concentrate on your studies... " 

" And you concentrate on her bhai...... Someone with snatching her away very soon. I promise I will not try if you like her. " 

" Ok... Fin,e I liked her... Now keep your mouth shut. " I said and Sahil patted on my back. 

" That's like my brother. " He said and went away... To irritate Swati... Our younger sister... Idiot. 

******** 

I went to school earlier than I usually go. There were only 2-3 students in our class. She entered the room. Today she was wearing a baby pink top and a black long skirt. She was looking very pretty. I was mesmerized by her. 

She kept her bag on the first bench but the girl who used to sit on the first bench said that due to her poor eyesight she cannot read from the back. So she got up and came to the second seat. 

But as she was very tall, girls kept saying that they can't see as she was so tall. Ultimately she picked up her bag and went to sit on the last bench near the window. I was very happy about it as now her seat was right in front of me. Anshu came and joined her. 

Today Vikram was sitting with me and Gautam was sitting with Sahil. 

The teachers came and went but I was totally oblivious to that. All I could see was her. 

Her long hair was flowing in the air with the wind coming through the window. 

" Hey, she is really beautiful... " Vikram said but I didn't like it. 

" Hmmm " 

Just then our music and drama teacher came to our class and said, " Hello students. We are having an inter-school competition in two months. So we want some students who are good at music and dramatics. Whoever is interested, please give your name. 

I saw her raising her hand and was so happy that I forgot to raise my hand. She gave her name and I kept looking at her. A few guys gave their names once they saw that she was going. 

Sahil raised his hand, I was surprised and looked at him but he just winked. 

" Of course Sagar you are very good at it... I had already written your name." 

The teacher said looking at Sahil. He just smiled and signed at me with his eyes to go. 

" All of you please come with me I need to take an audition," he said again. 

" She got up from her seat and followed him and I followed her. My friends were smiling at me. " 

I went to the school auditorium. She was already there and sir had started taking an audition. She was sitting right in front of me and I could not look anywhere else. My eyes got glued to her face. 

She must have realised that I was looking at her as she looked at me and glared but I found that gesture so cute that I gave her my best smile. She kept glaring as if she wanted to intimidate me but I kept smiling and looking at her. She just rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. 

She was so cute... I was getting sure with each passing minute that I was hooked up by this beauty. 

Sir called her name. She walked up to him gracefully and gave her introduction. Then the teacher asked her to sing a song. She thought for a few seconds and started singing a very beautiful song from the movie Roja... 

Dil hai chhota sa, chhoti si aasha 

Masti bhare man ki bholi si aasha Chand taro ko chhune ki aasha Aasmaano me udne ki aasha 

Dil hai chhota sa ...... 

Mehak jaau mai aaj toh aise 

Phool bagiya me mehke hai jaise Baadalo ki mai odhoon chunariya Jhoom jaau mai banke baavariya Apni choti me bandh lu duniya 

Dil hai chhota sa chhoti si ... 

Swarg si dharti khil rahi jaise 

Mera man bhi toh khil raha vaise Koyal ki tarah gaane kaa armaan 

Bijli ki tarah machloon yeh armaan Javani hai laayi rangin sapna 

Dil hai chhota sa chhoti.... 

Her voice was melodious I was awestruck by the sweetness it had. I knew by then that I was falling for her. 

Teacher was impressed too. He then asked her to say some lines to show her acting talent. She was speaking them very well and the emotions were apt. 

The teacher pointed at me and asked, " Is she audible there? " Well she was very much audible but I wanted to keep looking at her and listening to her voice so I shook my head. 

" Listen Damini, you have a beautiful voice and your acting skills are also very good but you need to be a bit louder because while you are doing a play or musical play, you need to speak louder. please try your lines again, but a bit louder than the last time, please. It should be audible to the students sitting there. " sir said to her. 

She said her lines a bit louder this time... It was more than audible but I wanted to hear her speak again so when sir asked me if I could hear clearly, I shook my head again. 

" Sir, I think he has some hearing problem he must get his ear checked. Please suggest him some good ENT specialist." She said to sir in a low voice. But I heard them. 

" No, my ears are working at their best I don't need any appointment with any ENT specialist. " 

" Wow!! Sir, did you see that?? I said that in my normal voice and he could hear but couldn't hear when I was speaking much louder. " She retorted and Sir glared at me. He selected her and then it was my turn to give an audition. 

Though I have participated many times but sir asked me to sing a song and say some lines. 

I sang the song looking at her continuously. She was not looking at me now. The song was from the movie 

Damini...... 

Jabse tumko dekha hai sanam, 

kya kahe kitne hai bechain 

Jabse tumko dekha hai sanam, 

kya kahe kitne hai bechain 

Jabse tumko chaaha hai sanam, 

kya kahe kitne hai bechain 

 
 

Pahli nazar me kiya aisa jaadu 

Na hosh hai na hai dil pe mere kaabu 

Ye sochke ghabaraoon , 

aashik na ban jaoon. 

Jab se tum ko manga hai sanam 

Neend hai na mujhe kahin chain... 

Jab se tumko........ 

Everyone clapped and then I said my lines with proper diction, accent, pronounciation and voice modulation. 

As I performed well, sir selected me too. He sent away all the candidates which were not selected. After that, he gave us the roles which we were supposed to play. 

The luck was in my favour that she was selected to act opposite me. We were the leading pair of the play. 

" So students we have selected the actors and the roles which you would be playing. 

I will provide you with the script and you can memorise it in your own sweet time. But for now, concentrate on your upcoming exams. We will start the rehearsals from next months after the half-yearly exams. Please learn your dialogues by then. You may go back to your classes now. But make sure you learn the script by heart when you come after the exam. " We all noted and left for our class. 

She told our class teacher that she got her school uniform ready but she wanted the school tie, belt and badge. So mam told her to pay 200 rupees and ask Gautam to get them for her from the store because she didn't know where the store was. 

Gautam nodded and went to get those things for her.

Sagar is a tall, fair and extremely handsome man, could be easily called as a Dream boy. While he dreams about only one girl.... Damini. The girl who stole his heart when they were still in school... 

He was madly in love with Damini. But one day she left without saying a single word to him. 

He was broken hearted and still kept looking for her... Finally he found her after 10 years. 

What will happen when they come face to face with eachother. Come and join this journey to find more about their story......

Reaching home I took a short shower and a long hot bath. I just want to sleep. 

It was a tiring day today. 

When I reached work this morning, I was informed that we had a source with information leading to the capture of my next music record.

Francis Grant. 

A business tycoon in contact with Ignacio Clemente. The leader of an underground drug traffic organization. 

He laundered money made by Ignacio in exchange for immunity towards his business against the cops if they ever got a whiff of his extra curricular activities and against extortion. 

Francis was a fat man. Nice big married man tummy. 

We captured him on his way to work. At 9:30 sharp. Not a second later. Not a second before. 

His body guards were easy to take out. 

We had intercepted his car on his way to work. Taking out his body guards. It was like taking a candy from a baby. 

We took him to head quarters and locked him in the basement. He was there for three hours before I attended to him. 

When I walked in, his face was bright red with his veins popping. 

I guess he was screaming not too long ago. Too bad I wasn't in here to hear it. 

With his mouth having duct tape around it and him being tied to the chair he reminded me of a duck about to be butchered. 

Atleast that's just my point of view.

Instead of standing directly infront of him as I'm sure he was expecting, I went behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. 

"Francis Grant. A multi-millionaire. I wonder what it's like to be that rich. Must be fancy, isn't it?" At this point I was massaging his shoulders. 

I was pretty sure my massage was doing the opposite effect of its job. 

It was making him nervous. 

Good. 

"So Mr Grant, do you know why you're here?" at that question, there was inaudible mumbling behind the tape. "it's OK, we're not the cops. You can speak, you won't be arrested". There was more unintelligible mumbling. "Oh, right. The tape."

With that said, I removed the tape from his mouth in one swift motion. 

His scream was music to my ears. Literally. 

"You can answer now"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know anyone." He was saying this with his head moving frantically from side to side. As if he was trying to convince himself more than me. 

I patted his shoulder and walked to the wall behind me. There was an audible sigh of relief that came from his mouth. They obviously didn't let him get a full view of the room. 

Walking to the table against the wall behind him, I put on a pair of thick leather gloves and took up one of my favorite torturing tools. 

A roll of barbed wire with a little hammer. Straightening it out I turned towards him.

Walking back to him with slow deliberate steps, I stood directly behind him making sure I he couldn't he what was in my hands.

"Mr Grant, I'm not one for liking to repeat myself but based on the circumstances, I unfortunately have to." My voice was completely calm. I was completely calm. 

Him on the other hand, not so much. His breathing was audible and his chest heaved heavily. 

"Mr Grant, I'm waiting"

"I d-d-don't k-k-know"

"Christ, stop stuttering! It's not like I'm gonna kill you. At least not yet. I'm just asking a simple question which you know you have the simple answer to. Haven't you been doing some illegal activities Mr Grant?" At that question his breathing stopped all together. After a few seconds he started to breathe again. 

"I-I-I d-d-don't k-know what you're t-talking about"

"Come on Francis, I'm not in the mood for games. I told you, we aren't the cops. So just be honest"

"The cops aren't suppose to know about it"

This guy was frustrating. Walking around until I was infront of him, I stooped down so he was now looking down on me. 

"You haven't been listening to me. Maybe a visual would do you some good"

In one fluid move, I reached up with my barbed wire and hammer that came crashing down on his shoulder blade. It almost made me feel like I was crucifying him. Blood ran from the wound. As an immediate reaction, he let out a pitch that had me smiling.

"I must say Francis, you have a lovely voice" I got up and started walking to my previous position. "Like I said before Francis, we aren't cops" I placed my hands on his shoulders as I did before. 

"Speak Francis, else that nailed in barbed wire won't be the only spot on your body with blood running. There's still plenty more barbed wire left on it." The irritation was seeping through my voice. 

"I'm in the money laundering business, that's why I'm here"

"Good job Francis, you didn't stutter. And yes that's why you're here. Also, there is another reason. There is one person in particular that I'm interested in for which you launder money." My mouth was near his ear at this point. 

"W-w-who is it?"

I guess we're back to square one. 

"Ignacio Clemente". This was the second time that his breathing stopped. 

"I d-don't know h-him" his head was moving from side to side. 

I let out a sigh and wrapped the rest of the barbed wire around his torso. Ready to carry on  with his torture if he refuses to cooperate.

"Did you know that when you are lying or you're nervous or you're scared you stutter, Francis?". There was no response. "So which is it Francis? Are you lying to me? Or is it you're scared? Nervous, perhaps? Tell me. The truth that is".

He made an audible gulp. 

It seems like there was gonna be no response so I took matters into my own hands. 

Before he could even comprehend, I already had my hammer striking a next point on the barbed wire. The one hammered was right on his spine. It must've hurt like hell because there it is again, my song. I hammered in three more into his body then pulled them out slowly. That had him crying out in pain and asking me to stop. 

But would I?

"Mr Grant, I've been with you in this room for a long time. I cannot possibly understand why for the love of God, you would keep information from me. We're friends here. We tell each other everything. Isn't that what friends do?"

I was infront of him at this point. His eyes staring up at me.

"Do you know Ignacio Clemente?"

He shook his head. Wise choice. I knew he was lying, but didn't point out that fact. 

Walking closer to him, I placed my hammer above an already wounded area between his shoulder blades and started to hammer the barbed wire back in. His scream was high and it made me smile. Moving from his shoulder, I hammered his knee. An audible crack was heard.

"Where is Ignacio?"

At this point he was mumbling incoherently. I foolishly placed my ear at his mouth and that's when he bit me. 

Walking out of the shower, I put my white bathrobe on and wrapped a towel around my hair, turned on the lights in the room avoiding the king sized bed with white linens and went straight to the mirror. 

Looking at my right ear which he had bitten, I could clearly see the indentation of two of his incisors. 

The skin around it was a vigorous red. 

Touching it, I felt the pain that would be there for the next day or two. 

Releasing a sigh, I went to my closet and changed into my pyjamas. 

A satin shorts set with lace trimmings. 

I went to my bed. Without a care in the world, I tucked myself in and went straight to sleep. 

Tomorrow we'll deal with the body.

It was a bright morning when I met someone who turned my life upside down. 

Running through the parking lot, jumping over cars and running around vans with my gun in hand and a hilt with knives attached to my thighs. I was running towards the target of my organisation. 

My feet carried me forward while my eyes and ears stayed focused on my surroundings. 

I was heading towards the ground floor where the target has taken off towards. 

For a man with a build like his, he sure was fast. 

The sun was glaring down at me by the time I reached my destination. It was mid morning and the streets were busy. 

Heading to the left of the parking lot, I spotted my target just in time to see him turn a corner. 

Pushing people out of my way with my gun still in hand, their screams of fright made me become more focused. Made me move faster. It was all I needed to motivate me. Their screams. 

It opened my mind to the fact that I'll be able to make music with the man I'm to capture.

What I didn't expect is to let him get away. All because of one stupid face. 

Coming from the opposite direction is someone I didn't expect to see. A stranger. 

Not just any stranger but a stranger with a gun. 

We aimed our guns at each other.

Screams erupted around us. That just made me more relaxed. 

"Who are you?" to say I had a gun pointed at my head only a few feet away, I was pretty calm.

"It's dangerous to carry a gun in the streets so openly" his voice was smooth and calm. 

I raised an eyebrow at him. 

"Pretty hypocritical. Don't you think?"

He gave a deep chuckle. 

"Who are you?"

"I'm an agent, I take it you're an agent as well." he said this as a fact, not a question. My eyes narrowed at him. 
"You know for a red head, you control your temper well. I can tell I'm irritating you" a stupid smirk appeared on his face.

He was right, he is irritating me. It's just the constant screams of the people around me keeping me calm. 

"What's your name?"

"I'm not supposed to say, but for a beauty like you, I'll make an exception. It's Agent John. What's yours?"

"I thought you'd know that too" he shrugged in reply. "I'm agent Joan"

"John and Joan. What a coincidence."

***

A story of how I met the stupid bastard that claimed my heart. 

Carrie Mythweald is from the city and is basically the boss of her life. She's used to getting what she wants. Her favorite hobby is listening to the screams of her victims as she tortures them to death.

Jason Decathy is a man of equal stature to Carrie, used to getting what he wants and is as stubborn as ever. His favorite color is the bloody red that leaves his victim's body when he kills them.

Join them on their action packed adventure as they try to capture the biggest drug lord of all time and save society from his influence any longer.

Kirishima and Kaminari had taken turns in observing the Bakugou's kitchen, using the tiny camera Kaminari had attached above the kitchen window and Kaminaris laptop. Up until now, all they had seen was Bakugou making meals and cleaning the kitchen.

Up until now.

They heard screaming for a while, eerie silence, then someone storming down the stairs. The front door was slammed shut and incoherently muffled words were audible. Now, the kitchen door opened and Bakugou entered. They couldn't see his face, because he had his head hung unusually low.

Bakugou walked over to the table and slopped down into one of the chairs. When he dropped his head onto the backrest, his face was finally visible. Along with the two tears running out of his bloodshot eyes. He put one arm over his arms to dry them, then it was like an earthquake went through Bakugous whole body.

He put his forehead down onto the table and covered his head with his arms, his shoulders shaking violently. Occasionally, low sobs were audible. All Kirishima and Kaminari could do was stare. Never had they experienced Bakugou like this, and it made them uncomfortable. What could be terrifying enough to make Bakugou cry?

They had only one answer: Midoriya.

It hurt the two boys that they couldn't help their friend. Not only would Bakugou never let them, but he'd also know they had been observing him somehow if they let him know they knew he had cried. They were stuck watching from the other side of the screen.

Bakugou stood up after a while and left the room. Just a few moments later, the whole room started shaking and muffled sounds of explosions were audible. The noise became louder, repeating quicker, like a machine gun. A few seconds of silence. Then it started again. This repeated for almost half an hour. Then everything became quiet.

Kaminari clutched his arms around himself with a painfully tense expression and earned a pat on the shoulder from Kirishima. Patiently watching people hurt just for gathering information was already hard, but it being their own best friend was even worse. But maybe, after being pushed this far, Bakugou would finally admit something was wrong.

Meanwhile, more fatal events were going down somewhere else…

-/-

When Todoroki opened the door to his room, a strange smell hit his nose. He turned towards the window to open it, but it was already wide open. He immediately churned to the other side and found Midoriya sitting on his futon. "Hey Todoroki. Nice room you got."

Todoroki stabled his stance a bit. "Midoriya. What are you doing in my house?" "I was hoping to talk to you." Midoriya gave him a slight smile, but it didn't compose Todoroki the slightest. He had a bad feeling, and he usually trusted those. "And that's why you had to break in."

Midoriya chuckled calmly, but it had a cold undertone to it he didn't manage to hide from Todoroki. "I didn't break in. I entered where an opening was." Then his expression became blank. "Did you decide whom you'll trust?" "Yes, and it's certainly not you." Todorokis voice was icy.

The pale boy in front of him dropped his head to the side. "May I ask why?" He didn't seem to be thrown off the slightest. Todoroki exhaled heavily. "I'm very sure you've been stalking me lately, and by law, you just broke into my house. That doesn't seem very trustworthy to me."

"That's sounds an awful lot like you decided just a second ago." Midoriyas voice didn't show any emotion. Todoroki was slowly becoming irritated. "It's been dawning for a while now. What is my opinion about you to you anyways? It's not like we're acquainted properly. You're acting quite uncivilized."

"You sure are different from most people. Calm, rational and perceptive. I like that." Midoriya gave Todoroki an almost contemptuous smirk. Todoroki furrowed his eyebrows in return. "You won't compliment yourself onto my good side." "I wasn't trying to." Midoriyas expression was blank again.

He stood up, walked over to Todoroki and harshly cupped the heterochromic boy's cheeks. "I hope for the both of us that you do the right thing. And please take this as a well-meant wish rather than a threat." Having said that, Midoriya made his way to the window.

Todoroki was like frozen. Something in him was extremely shaken up. Midoriya throwing a glance over his shoulder and murmuring "Aloof. That's the word I was searching for" just irritated him even more.

Midoriya was a difficult person, maybe even more difficult than he was. And Todoroki almost wished the strange boy would open up to him.

-/-

…Somehow I want Mr. Pretty Face to smile at me. But that's probably not meant to happen.

He's too good. I would be wasting a lot of time on him this way.

Guess I'll switch to the hard way, then.

But Todoroki, why? Things could've been easier for the both of us.

Especially because I'm not even sure if I enjoy this…

-/-

Fate was the most malicious of changelings.

And it would only keep destroying.

After vanishing for a few years, Katsuki Bakugous childhood friend Izuku Midoriya shows up again. Rather changed and out for vengeance. In order to fix what he had broken, Bakugou makes a deal with Midoriya- which turns out to be more than a simple deal.

Mo Nianchen planted a lingering kiss on Li Shengxia's beautiful lips even though she had replied to the question.
She was drawn into the "cotton candy kingdom" he created. A soft and sweet scent engulfed her.
Their lips finally parted. 
He concluded in satisfaction. "Very well, this is your reward. You should be like this in the future too, always express what you learn with actions."
"…"
It suddenly dawned upon her that he had already decided to kiss her no matter what her reply was!
"Why are you looking at me like that? Waiting for another kiss?" He caressed the woman's pouted lips. He found it difficult to control himself around this beauty.
There was a sexual tension lingering in the air.
She could not stand the atmosphere. As if suddenly being reminded of something, a shriek escaped her mouth. "Oh no, my sketch!"
"…"
How dared she be thinking about that when he was getting in the mood!
The desires in him dissipated instantly. The indifference was audible in his voice. "Your sketch is in good hands."
She finally realized the situation upon witnessing the hint of annoyance that flashed across his face. "Um… That's good."
Good? That was it? His face fell.
"Are you trying to make me remove you from the design department?" He simply said but each word reeked of intimidation.
She blurted, "No –"
"Then always be thinking about those unrelated, stupid things!" he said coldly with a frown.
The woman clenched her fists. "Perhaps what I'm doing seems stupid in your eyes but that's my dream. A dream that's worth me risking everything."
Dream, dream, dream!
This topic always brought out the stubborn and bolder side of hers, as if she was fearless of anything in the world.
"How dare you speak to me in that tone?" he said coldly. He retrieved a cup from the side and pushed it near her mouth. "Drink this."
She flinched at the smell. "Lemonade?"
Lemonade contained a huge amount of Vitamin C, which sped up the recovery from a cold or a fever.
"Drink!" he ordered.
"But it's too sour…" She gulped back the fear before whispering carefully. "Can I not drink this?"
The determination was audible in his voice. "Try it if you want me to transfer you to another department right away."
"No, I'll drink this…" she replied immediately, knowing that he was capable of doing anything. 
He finally realized that this threat would make her listen to him obediently.
The fact that he was the crown prince of the Emperor Heritage Group was worth less than a small department!
Her brows furrowed as she held the lemonade with both hands. She was contemplating if she should gulp it down at once or sip it slowly. It would still be equally sour either way.
A wave of frustration rocked through him upon seeing the "miserable" expression on her face.
He made the lemonade specifically for her. Not only did she not show any gratitude but she even put on a look of disdain!
Annoyed, he snatched the cup to take a sip, grabbed her chin, and forced the liquid into her mouth.
So sour.
The unexpected shock made her extremely uncomfortable. However, before she could spit it out, he kissed her on the lips, forcing the lemonade to go down her throat.
It happened again. Her eyes widened in surprise instinctively…
She lost count of the times he kissed him tonight.
This kiss felt a little rushed and more violent than the last. He was evidently trying to force the lemonade into her mouth. She could not spit it out despite the sourness being too much for her to handle.
The woman tried to resist but that only messed up her breathing.
The freshness of lemon combined with his breath brought back past memories…
He always smelled like lemon. She disliked lemon but adored the scent from him.
Right this instant, she was engulfed by the fresh scent of lemon.
She suddenly forgot to resist, silently allowing him to force the lemonade down her throat again and again. 
'Mo Nianchen, why is my heart thumping? Is it because I still have feelings for you? You will probably ridicule me so I'm never telling you.
'But I want to remember today, and I hope you will too.
'Life is long and I'm not confident that you'll remember me forever, but please don't forget this feeling when you kiss me… This taste that you like so much…'
Unexpectedly, he did not find the usual disdain in her eyes when he finally took a step back. A shudder passed through him and a strange feeling materialized in his heart.
"Get some rest," he said in a low and magnetic voice.
She protested with a whisper. "But I've just woken up."
"You mean you're not tired?" He looked at her with eyebrows raised.
"I want to –" She wanted to further discuss the idea with Gina.
He interrupted. "I don't care what you're thinking right now but anything can wait until you're fully recovered."
"But I feel fine right now. I'm not sick," she argued stubbornly.
The indifference was audible in his voice. "Really? I have a thousand different ways of exhausting you."
"…"
He suddenly leaned in and pressed a palm on the wall behind her. Her heart skipped a beat. Was this the legendary kabedon (TN: The action of slapping a wall fiercely, which produces the sound "don")?
They were so close together that they could smell each other's breaths.
The flirty tension in the air was unmistakable.
Her breathing became rapid. Immediately, she pulled the blanket over her lips and slid down to the bed.
"So sleepy all of a sudden. Goodnight!"
Then, she hid herself entirely beneath the blanket. 
His hand reached out to pull the blanket away.
She held onto it tightly in protest.
This went on for several seconds longer because he let go. "Who says you're allowed to sleep with your head beneath the blanket?" he said coldly into her eyes.
"That's it?" The woman gulped in surprise. She thought he was trying to do something inappropriate to her.
"Don't you worry about that. I'll demand what you owe me when you've recovered," he replied meaningfully.
"…"
Indeed, when she finally recovered completely, he demanded everything she owed him in that one fateful night! She complained incessantly. It would have been for the best if she did not recover!
　


“Hubby, someone bullied me.” A few minutes later, a certain company had gone bankrupt.
“Hubby, someone likes me.” A few hours later, a certain confessor disappeared under mysterious circumstances.
“Hubby, I want to end our friendship, break up, get a divorce.”
She escaped abroad to live a free and easy life, and in the next instant he showed up at the door of her new home…
“Come home.” “We’re already divorced!” “I live right next to you. You may meet with me any time you like.”
The first day, there was a knock on her door. “I won’t meet you!” 
The second day, her phone blew up with calls. “I still won’t meet you!”
The third day, her company had a new president.
A few days later, she knocked on his door helplessly. “Hubby, can we set a meeting?”


I stare down at the godforsaken note that burned a hole in my pocket through my entire walk home from school. I reached out and picked up the paper and slowly unfolded it. 
'NE J. Fo-Jen Ave' He wrote something else like 5 houses down, but his handwriting isn't that good. I'm sure that's what it says though. Why does it matter, I'm not gonna go to his house right? Go to some random dude's house; sleep with him; then have him pretend he doesn't know me after that? But, what if it's different. I had a less than a minute conversation with the guy and I'm already making assumptions. Who says he's closeted? Maybe he's out and was just a little shy or something. Maybe he wants to start with the… canoodling… and then work up to a relationship. Or maybe he's just a dick. He did ask me to use the window.
Maybe my problem is I'm overthinking it. This isn't an opportunity that just drops in your lap every day. I think I'm gonna go, just to see. Maybe I can take advantage of the situation. I can cook some food and make it like a first date or something. That seems like a good idea. I reach for my bag and get my laptop out. My fingers fly over the keys as I look over recipes. Going over website after website for a good 20 minutes. I finally decided on making chicken parmesan. 
I flew down the stairs and into the kitchen. Luckily my house had everything I needed already and I didn't have to walk to the grocery store. I perched my computer on the counter so I could read as I went. I've cooked before so this should be okay. 


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I was right, it came out amazing. I didn't have spaghetti though, so I used rigatoni. The two servings of food were packed into Tupperware and put in my backpack. I also had a spare change of clothes and some plastic utensils packed up. My parents are already asleep so I slipped out the front door, locking it behind me. 
The walk to his house was silent. The sound of my footsteps on concrete and the chirping of crickets was all I could hear. Not a single car was in sight. I wasn't by any main roads so it was expected. It took me a little while to find the street he lived on, but with my intellect and google maps, I managed. I went to the fifth house and stopped outside. It was a fairly nice house. Two-story and a nice dark gray.
I double-checked the note just to make sure, and this is the house it led me to. I shove it back in my pocket and slowly approach the house. A single window was illuminated, I saw a woman walk by it. I hid behind a big tree in their yard. All this effort for some cute guy named Devin. I looked back and the light was off so I continued my journey. The small patio out front had a patio and a railing. I carefully climbed onto the railing and then onto the roof. I pulled myself up with relative ease. Thank you gymnastics. The roof was slightly slanted, but not enough that it caused any issues. I made my way to the window that I assume is his. I knocked on the glass and took a seat on the roof, waiting for him to answer. About a minute went by and nothing, so I knocked again, a little louder this time. I made sure not to just stare into his room through the window like a creep. I wasn't directly in front of it, but he could still see me if he looked through. My body was turned away, but my face was still visible. I heard the sound of the window being opened so I turned to it. However, instead of being met with Devin's face, I was met with Ray's instead.
"Jay? What are you doing on my roof?" His voice sounded broken up. I took his looks in. His eyes were puffy and red and he had tear streaks down his cheeks. 
"I-" There was an audible thud downstairs followed by loud yelling. Ray looked mortified. "Ray, are you okay? What's going on?" I didn't get an answer straight away. He was silent for a few moments. 
"My parents… They argue and fight a lot. It's all they do at this point. I don't even know why they stay together at this point. And I know it's not because of me because they barely even notice me anymore." Fresh tears fell from his eyes. It was hard to hear. I couldn't imagine where I'd be if my parents weren't as supportive as they are. 
"I can't even imagine what you're going through." There was another crash from downstairs. "You wanna come out here with me?" I patted the spot next to me. He was hesitant, but he climbed out the window and shut it behind him. The sound of shouting was barely audible not that the window was closed. Ray crouched down and sat beside me. He looked so sad. Like all of his usual friendliness has been sucked out, leaving nothing but sadness and loneliness. It's like every second he heard his parents fighting was just draining him of his spirit. I heard the sound of his stomach grumbling over the sound of trees swaying in the wind. "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, kinda. Why?" He still wasn't looking at me. He was just staring ahead at the street. I take off my bag and set it between us. The two plates of food were still closed up and warm. They got a little messed up from the walking and climbing, but they're still good. I held one out for him and tapped him on the shoulder. He seemed surprised. Actually, I would be too if someone pulled out a full meal to give to me. A hesitant hand stretched out and took it from mom, along with the plastic fork. "Why do you have," He opened the lid and sniffed the food. "An entire chicken and pasta dinner on you exactly? Also, why did you climb on my roof?"
"Oh, it's a pretty funny story actually." Now that I'm thinking back on it, it is pretty funny. I cracked open my food and took a bite. It was really good. "So, there's this guy named Devin. He came up to me in school, said I was cute, then gave me this note." I pulled the slip of paper out of my pocket and handed it to Ray. I gave him a few seconds to read the note before I started talking again. "He told me to use the window and that's why I climbed up here. But apparently, I got the houses wrong. I don't even know why I showed up in the first place. I guess I was hoping for more than just sex, you know. I don't wanna have my virginity takes by some random guy who probably doesn't give two shits about my feelings. And I'm rambling, sorry."
"No no, you're fine." He assured. "I know what you mean though. I wouldn't want that either. I would want a relationship. Someone I could share everything with. I'm not the smash and go type of person. I'm in it for the commitment." That was actually a big help. He didn't tell me I was stupid for going to his house or anything. He was validating my feelings and making me feel better. He's right too. I don't think going was a good idea. But it did get me here so that was definitely a plus. 
"I think I should go home. If you want I could sneak you inside my house so you don't have to deal with their yelling. I can tell that it's not fun to listen to." I hope he accepts my offer. I can see the emotional toll it's having on him. I don't wanna see him so… broken. Especially when I can do something about it. He flashed me one of his smiles that I'm so used to seeing. 
"I think I'll take you up on that offer." We finished eating in silence. It was comfortable, having his presence there beside me. When we finished he opened back up his window and the sound of yelling increased again. An audible sigh escaped Ray's lips. The rest of my time on the roof was spent waiting for him to pack his bad. I love a good impromptu sleepover. Not that I've ever had an actual sleepover before. When he finished he shut the window and we went climbing down the house. As I was lowering myself he spoke again.
"You know, Devin lives like 4 houses down from me." He said.
"Fuck Devin and his terrible handwriting."

Jay Berry just moved from Sanfransico all the way to Miami. He left his older brothers, but he has his parents. One day he gets a book that would unknowingly change his life, his friends, and the world. Now he has powers and he, along with his friends, has to decide how they want to use them. They have to tread carefully though because everything isn't what it seems. They have to trust each other, but can they even rely on that?

(Formerly Crescent High)

"Oh Sorry to wake you up".They were audible to everyone  but looking very lovey-dovey.Peter got up and went out of the class. "She is Ashley the school beauty ,same class as ours but different  section she comes third in three sections first is Peter and second yunxi. I think she is really jealous of her didn't even talk to her although yunxi is not that beautiful,her father is very rich and have close relation with Peter actually they are cousins. Anyone  hasn't seen Peter to talk with anyone instead Ashley maybe because  he is too popular, rich, handsome ,intelligent and heir of  Shinhua group. Many girls want to pursue him but he rejects everyone maybe because he is too different. But I don't  like this Ashley she looks down upon everyone just because she is rich and beautiful"Elle was making bad faces while talking about her everyone can see the hate in her eyes."Oh who is Su Quanci here Miss Jasmine is calling her in staff room for taking photograph for identity card"Ashley just announced while shouting so that it can be Audible to everyone  and went away.Su quanci didn't know where's the staffroom so Elle went with her as it was their free period but music teacher had rarely taken their classes. She went into the staffroom photographer was already standing their. He instructed Su quanci the way where to stand. After the photograph when she came out the staff room she saw Elle wasn't standing their so she thought Elle would already had went to class.She went to the washroom between girls and boys washroom was a room type space for both boys and girls from where they can get water for drinking and hand wash Elle had told her before while they were chatting. After coming from washroom she directly went their and saw someone vomiting as she get closer that was the same boy but to her surprise it wasn't vommiting but he was splitting out blood.She put her hand over his shoulder "Hey, What happened ?Are you okay? "Peter quickly pushed her away"How dare you touch me?"He was so strong that Su quanci fall few inches away. While to his surprise why is his body reacting different towards her why is he feeling good instead of vomiting.

The roar of battle coaxes his senses as he marches through the front line, crushing bloodied grass and broken men underneath steel boots. His massive frame blocked out the very sun itself, casting an eclipse on those unfortunate enough to march into his path. Obsidian talons grip a mighty morningstar, hefting the beastly ten-men-heavy weapon upon his wide shoulders.
Through the thorns and spikes that adorn his otherworldly visage were eyes, ink-black scleras with alabaster pupils focusing on the last kingdom foolish enough to struggle against his forces of evil.
"Rex Magna…" A smooth voice slithered from his flank, and he turns in respect. The image of a cloaked figure greets him as he turns to chuckle.
"Xasne Daidroxa, victory is mere inches away. Nice of you to join me," Rex chuckled at the gorgon witch as she pulled back the hood of her robe, revealing her sharp features to his eyes. His gaze lingered on hers for a second too long, and hers to his, but he simply huffs the moment away with a grumble.
As he marched towards the crumbling walls, he felt free. Magnus Rex was in his element; the fame he always wanted wraps itself around his figure, caressing his skin with its silky fingers. He felt bare against his emotions, growing ever excited in his stupor. His heart pumped vigor through his body.
Eyes clench as a wet sensation engulfs his excitement, coating him in its damp warmth, ever teasing, only to release him back into the cold, empty air with an audible pop.
"Maaaaagnuuuuuus~"
His eyelids wrench themselves open as he squirms in his king-sized bed, panting as he stares at his king-sized ceiling, knuckles white while his queen-sized wife busies herself with his throbbing member. Rex gulped meekly as he chuckles out a drowsy greeting, shaking away the memory of times long past with a groggy headbob. Xasne giggled at his bed hair as her hands gently wrapped around his spit-covered erection, offering him a smug smile as her hand lazily strokes down his length.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she muttered as her lips found him, smirking at his every twitch as soft butterfly kisses send electric pleasure running through his system ever so slowly. Rex, through grit teeth, flashed her a bemused smile as he pushed himself up. "This early," he snickered as he brought a hand down to pet her hair. Xasne glared at his hand, flicking the appendage away as she drove her fangs into his flesh in anger.
"Ow-" The sleep that drowned his senses was quick to flee as he bit back a yelp, raising a brow at his beloved as his now sleep-free face scrunches up. He looks down at her beautiful red eyes, sharp with its ravenous scowl, to her hair hissing at him, and smiles through the pain. "I can keep looking at you all day..." he cooed out through teary eyes and shaky voice.
"You know," Xasne whispers out as she returns to kissing and nuzzling against his groin, "you say that but you don't." Another soft giggle leaves her as her kisses return, suckling and licking against the throbbing muscle with glee. His reactions were rewarding enough, his hitching breath and soft mewling begging her to go further.
"Hmph." As quickly as she intrudes upon his sleep, her lustful ministration vanishes. She now stood by the bedside table, her morning dress prim and proper as she glowered at him. The stoic poise accents her statuesque sharpness in a way only he appreciated. Many fear her piercing glare, but Rex only fell more in love as the sunlight peering through their bedroom window basks her with an ethereal grace.
"Good morning..?" Rex shrugs as he attempts to fix his disheveled locks with a comb fashioned out of shadows. A grumble leaves him as he glances at his crotch, his stupid body refusing to calm down. This will be a hassle hiding in the royal court.
"It's afternoon," she rolls her eyes. The snakes hiss.
"Good afternoon then, my love~" Rex playfully winks at her, receiving only a grimace for his efforts. She rolls her eyes once more at his awkward attempt, letting out a small laugh. To think that the king of the world couldn't wink. It was cute.
Rex sits on the edge of the bed, reaching for his pantaloons. "Why exactly did you do that? I have court to attend today."
"Exactly." She leaned down to meet his short frame, bringing her face close to his. He gulped, gazing into her sanguine eyes as he struggled to wear his pants without looking. "You slept and left me alone last night, so I hope you don't mind me leaving you like this." Her eyes squinted as she frowned at him for a second longer, leaving him with thoughts right after as she stands by the window. Any more of looking would soften her offense.
"I'm sorry," Rex mutters out, finally pulling his pants up.
"Shut up." She seethes, eyes out the castle window.
The room was silent, save for an audible sigh. He stands up, twiddling his fingers as he softly makes his way towards Xasne.
His arms slink around her, pulling her close as he nuzzles into the crook of her shoulder blades. She was a head taller than him, so he couldn't exactly perch his head on her shoulder. He mumbled through her clothes as his embrace grows tighter, nose flaring as he takes in a deep inhale of her wonderful scent. A loud, pensive sigh emanates from him right after as he rests his forehead on her smooth back. He feels her heartbeat quickening through her back, but he'd never tell her that. That was a secret weapon of his.
"I'm sorry," he mewls, barely audible in the room's silence.
Xasne's tension fades ever so slightly at his embrace as she sputters out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
"I can't get mad at you." She turns around to meet him, twisting in his embrace. Her skin tingles with the warmth of his cuddle. If she wasn't such a proud woman, she would've been melting against his adorable loving. Instead, she rests her chin on his head, running a finger through his black hair as another hand cupped his soft, inky-black cheeks and raises them to meet her gaze.
"But you have to pay me back in double later tonight," she sneers as he stares wide-eyed, resting his chin on her bosom. Rex nods as he buries his face into her black gown, creasing the fabric with his rocking.
"You're so sooooft…" he whimpered out happily. Xasne hides a smile as her eyes roll at his antics, purring ever so softly to his ear. "Hurry and go, or I'll be the only one sleeping soundly tonight." A grin grows on his face as he feels her hand caress him through his pants.
She then lifts his lanky ass up and tosses him onto the bed, shouting for him to get dressed already.

Arit: "....." Poor guy!  


"I can feel your pain little bro! That's my baby sister I can't complain about!" he sniffed like a bullied kid which looked a bit weird for his build.


Ivaan: 'Little???!!!'


Aja: ".....?"


Ari: 'How much did she torture these two guys, to the point of making them cry?'


Arit: "So....., I don't mind him seducing her, as I am confident she wouldn't let him cross his limits. And I won't let him either!" he said in whisper only audible to Ivaan.


But his voice was crystal clearly audible, to the certain two highly strained and trained people.


Aja dangerously narrowed his eyes to the ground,  that they could make a deep hole to the  core.


Ari was stunned to his spot, with an unexpected helping hand given to him, for his pursuit of Love.

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Ahi's Situation~(At that same time!)


" Further, there is no such thing as love, life partner or husband in this life of mine." She said with a voice that left no room for arguments.


" You knew it better than me." She finished, with a distant voice, looking at the waves that kept crashing to the shore.


Monica was startled with her sudden change of topic and her lonely voice.


Monica: "Ahi.."


Ahi: " Let's go! I need to win this battle." She immediately turned away from Moka, regaining her confident persona, as if she didn't utter those previous words, 


Monica: 'Dammit! She's really good at sealing my mouth.!'


After a good few minutes of walk, Ahi neared the area she met with Aja the day before with their accidental encounter.


Upon entering, she suddenly felt a chill at her direction and unsheathed her sword without warning. Her eyes cool,calm and composed. Her aura completely emitted a celestial being, that Ancient royalties couldn't be compared to. 


She slightly raised her eyes and was faced with Ari, whose head was downcast, holding his sword like an emperor that ruled over the vast lands. His spiky bangs covered his eyes making a dark shadow on his upper face.


Tilting her head to a side and walking with elegant steps, her eyes downcast, like she was completely disentangled with any living being, she entered the area, where there are several jaws dropped, hitting the floor.  


When she finally gave some attention to the jaw dropped brother and the Shorty beside her brother, her lips formed a smirk accompanied with a raised eyebrow.


" What? Don't I look dashing?!?" She asked, with a teasing edge to her sentence.

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In the Sparring Area~


Ivaan: " Why're they not here yet?" he asked with a vein popped on his forehead.


Arit: " That Sister of mine takes ridiculously long baths! That's the only girly trait she has." he replied, getting annoyed after waiting for so long.


Aja: His hand twitched, when he heard this personal piece of information.


Ari: He was wondering about her cleanliness aspect when he saw a silhouette that was passing in the woods and turned towards his direction.


The moment the image turned a bit vivid, his pupils immediately contracted, immediately snapping him out from his conscience.


His eyes turned from Amber's to liquid golden pools with pitch black irises. In a split-second, his aura was compressed with a high level of spiritual pressure, concealing all the wild traces that went astray a second before.


Aja felt the sudden tyrannical aura in the atmosphere in that fraction of second, at which it was directed to.


When he turned towards the directed spot, his eyes were rooted on the person who unsheathed her sword, in her black,red and golden outfit, her hair left loose on her back, which was freely flowing in the wind's direction, her eye's downcast, her head tilted to a side. But what attracted him the most was the change in her aura that rivaled him every single aspect.


  He felt his heart's pulse quicken its pace, his hands sweating without his knowledge, his throat uncomfortably dry, his eyes looking unusually proud, for someone other than himself.  

Karma says:- What goes around, comes back around. And your actions or choices in your previous life, inflict on the present life. 

But, what if the choice was never made? What will happen if the history repeats itself, just because it couldn’t find the solution back then?

Here’s one such story, revolving around 3 people, who were tied by fate, forced to make a choice.

It is said that there are no such things as accidents, but a mere act of Fate. Such single act by fate, made the two world-renowned handsome bachelors get fixated on the happy-go-lucky girl, making her carefully constructed happy life, turn into a turmoil.

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