Tessa is a wonderful princess though her parents have always despised her gothic looks. From black make up to dresses with worn black boots is her style. Tessa is known as Gothic Princess in her kingdom though she has always wondered if dreams came true on having a sweet Angel take her heart away. 

Laila is in training to be a wonderful Angel for her wondrous kingdom to be praised by her heart warmth father. Laila is having furious dreams of a angered Princess named Tessa though she can't figure out why she would be furious, Laila will be one sent down to cure this hateful Princess down on Earth. 

We are taking a new ride into a lesbian romance involving a Angel and a Gothic Princess...Two different personalities and rocky roads ahead, are you ready?

This book is inspired be the V.C. Andrews Gothic Horror/Romance Novels.

What is Dark Poetry?
"Dark poetry is the use of dark and often negative themes in a poetic manner. Instaed of writing about such topic matters in a diary or story format, the writer has turned it into verse. Such poetry is linked to gothic and horror genres as well as cultural and fashion subcultures in contemporary society. Writers, however, are from a variety of backgrounds and dwell on a range of themes.
Dark poetry can take all forms, from small structured haiku to long-form verse. They can use traditional meter as well as employ rhyming methods. Dark poetry is not about style or structure, but it is about content and Aristotle's emotions.
These emotions can be both positive and negative. The poetry used in dark poetry can be both, and the darkness can come from within as well as being imposed on the protagonist from without. These emotions do not have to be violent. The horror spectrum of dark poetry may lean towards scares and gore, but a large portion of poetry has another connotation for the word 'dark.' "

Source: https://m.wisegeek.com/

Balin school went, as usual, people were whispering again and some were bold enough to say on the face, some people liked my mother's personality. After coming to my dorm I simply felt to see something else I am too much addicted to the GOH show, so today I watched cartoons whole evening and again I got a pop up of the show it was a gossip column, they were headlines about Conrad and Brenda Rauch that how these days they have become close, then they wrote about 80's romance vs today's romance. I twitched my eyebrows. They were comparing them with Sukhwinder and August, no wonder in the morning one girl asked me how my mom was when she was young. In the comment section, most of the people felt that my mom doesn't go near him on her own accord but neither disapproves Kent's approach, below that line the blogger had rounded on the photo of Sukhwinder and Kent where both of them are seen talking and if you look closely the rounded part, Kent was playing with my mom's dupatta (a long scarf). I hit my head against the pillow what the hell they were thinking.
Then on the show, two actors and director of the upcoming Bollywood movie 'Madhya Ratri' came for promotion,  they gave a simple task for fun, they all have to form pairs on their own and create the scene of bride and bridegroom in their own style. Everyone made their own pairs, Conrad paired with Brenda and they both simply just wore the costume and cuddle with each other. Megan Covington being a horror movie director paired with Daniel LIn where she wore a white bridal gown and did the makeup of a zombie and Daniel wore his chef costume, the scene was like this that Daniel is standing with a large spoon and Megan had hugged from behind making the chef scared. Same way Angella Brooks holds her paintbrush and Dilljit Gill took the microphone in his hand, they made a scene where Angella is painting and Dilljit is proposing to her by singing a Punjabi song. Anjali Reddy paired with religious guru Amit D'Souza both played the role of intercultural marriage where Anjali wore a typical Indian bride wearing a red saree and Amit wore a black suit, Vishal Mathur and Amy Calvert both of them wore the gothic style wedding dress and both of them posed on a bicycle, Kent and Sophie Miller paired up both wore normal wedding outfit showing simplicity and elegance, Kento Kimura paired up with Sukhwinder where he dressed as a nerd playing with a dupatta of Sukhwinder, Keiko Nakama paired up with Satomi Toda as lesbian pair, Eito Oguri paired up with Adam Birrel as a gay couple, Peter Kadoje with Benu Mensah as 1 and 0 couple.
The winner of the game was Vishal Mathur and Amy Calvert for their gothic style, while the first runner up was a tie between gay and lesbian couples. As Vishal and Amy won the game they were chosen leaders for the next segment of the next episode.
The comments were nasty towards Japanese artist Keiko and Eito for portraying lesbian and gay couples, especially Keiko got a lot of vulgar comments for being a porn movie producer. Many people even criticized Japanese culture, but there were people who spoke that lesbian and gay couple is reality and it is a good thing they have portrayed them.

Synopsis
“An International reality show where two exes accidentally arrived having their own motives.
One had come for fame and others because of a bet, will they be able to achieve their goals or past emotions will ignite.
Will they overcome their emotions or start a new relationship? 
Let’s follow their journey in the game show where will you be able to see reel and real  romance”
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"Wow, you're practically another Tobias Itou." Someone said.
 
"Right? That's what I thought. No wonder they're so close!" Another chuckled. 
 
Towards their pleasant words, Mimi smiled gently. 
 
"Haha, you all flatter me. But I must thank my sister for it. She's the one who taught me so much." Mimi smiled wryly. 
 
As Mimi spoke, both Alec and Tobias paused their actions, their gaze turning to look at the cross-dressed girl.
 
Sister? 
 
Mimi's green eyes with a tinge of purple, flash darkly, an unreadable grin shown on her face.
 
"Mr. Andras has a sister?" The previous woman asked eagerly.
 
"En," Mimi replied calmly while sipping the water in front of her.
 
Hesitantly, the woman suddenly parts her lips to speak. 
 
"Mr. Andras's sister must be amazing! What's she like?" The woman smiled brightly. 
 
A hidden flash shines fiercely within the girl's eyes, an angelic celestial smile curling up on her rosy lips. 
 
"Indeed she is. She's very kind but can be blunt at times. In fact, she works within the tech department here!" Mimi smiled.
 
As Mimi responded, the employee's ears perked.
 
Wasn't that their department? Did that mean someone in their department was related to Andras? The very person who owned a well-established company at such a young age?
 
Everyone looked at the people around them curiously, as if they could find who Mimi spoke of. 
 
Seeing their reactions, Mimi's grin widened further her eyes dimming darkly. 
 
"Her names Mimi, she recently joined the tech department a couple months back."
 
At that precise moment, everyone in the room froze, all of their eyes landing on the young boy serenely drinking his cup of water. With widened eyes and some dropped jaws, everyone becomes silent.
 
Did he say...his sister was Mimi?
 
The very Mimi who was known to be lazy a glutton and dressed in terrifying makeup and dark clothing?
 
That Mimi?! 
 
"Ah...Mr. Andras, did you say that Mimi was your sister?" The woman asked hesitantly. 
 
"Short brown hair with pink highlights?" Another employee asked anxiously. 
 
"Gothic appearance?" 

"Purple eyes?"
 
Towards all their statements, Mimi also Andras, arches their brows confusingly. 
 
"Haha, yes, that's her. She has an interesting taste, doesn't she?" Mimi giggled. 
 
Interesting taste my ass! The girl dressed as if it were Halloween or she was in a horror film! 
 
However, what shocked everyone the most was that such a person was the beloved sister of a successful boy like Andras.

 Maybe they were step-siblings.
 
Yet as the woman seated next to Andras and those nearby looked closer, they found the boy possessed similar features with the gothic young girl. From their delicate eyebrows to their round large eyes. 
 
Looking back at his previous gluttonous behavior, they soon sound that the two possessed many qualities that were the same.
 
Not to mention how someone as lazy as her, received a job at Glory Trade Corporation. It all started to make sense. 
 
No way...
 
"Unfortunately, she was unable to come to the celebration party today. The poor thing caught a cold." Mimi sighed. "Honestly, she works too hard sometimes she forgets to take care of her health." 
 
Everyone remained silent as they heard Mimi speak. 
 
But she didn't work at all! 
 
How do you tell an influential figure that their sister was well...lazy? 
 
The employee's all awkwardly stared at one another, some just silently drinking their drinks and hoping to get drunk to avoid such an unusual situation. 
 
"Hmm? Is something wrong?" Mimi innocently asked with a tilt in her head. 
 
"Oh, um...no nothing!" The woman gently shook her head rapidly. 
 
With furrowed brows, Mimi presses her rosy lips into a firm tight line. Seeing the young boy's appearance, the woman struggled to say the following set of words. 
 
"Actually..." The woman began but was soon cut off by another voice. 
 
"I see so it was Mimi who taught you. I have to say that girl is sure talented." Eli laughed gleefully. "She's an exceptional worker. Looks like it runs in the family." 
 
Once again everyone's eyes enlarged at the set of gentle words spoken. 
 
What was happening here?!

MIMI BOOK I & II

Disowned and deemed useless by her family, Mimi Hirogori is a teasing mischievous girl whose only care and importance in the world lie with her beloved eldest sister. However, what Mimi didn't expect was the sudden occurrence of her sister's death.

Alone with no one to support her, Mimi decides to step up her game and prove herself towards her deceased sister. In order to do all this while seeking revenge the young girl...disguises herself as a man?!

Feng extended his right hand and opened it.

Rain drops splatter on the palm of his open right hand that is facing the skies. But the raindrop slid off without wetting his palm, as if they were falling on some kind of invisible coating.

"Do you all see it? In front of me is nothing else but armies of undead. All crossing the velvet bridges to come and eat me." Feng said to the live-streams viewers, his voice loud enough to overcome the sound isolation of rain splashing on the ground.

Under the gloomy cloud, Muffin city has lost   its only source of light, the moonlit skies. Due to which the velvet bridges illuminated by blood-red ruby light appeared more mesmerizing them ever.

All of which helped Dracula the video streamer, get a better view of the mesmerizing bridge filled with disgusting and gothic berserk zombies. 

The giant «sky-reaching zombie» was being seen by all viewers.

The waves of thousand of berserk zombie, crawling like zombie and hoping like rabbits with rotten maggot in their head was captured.

Even the trembling of the five bridges due to being overloaded with weight was clearly captured!

Thanks to the great director Dracula, all the viewers got a real feel of the situation. Their heart trembled, some with horror while other with anticipation.

Horror at seeing the disgusting creature and anticipation of how Feng, an unknown powerful human, is gonna deal with them all. 

Feng smirked disdainfully at the Executioner armies made up of zombies and announced to the viewers

"But ladies and gentlemen, there is no need to worry! In this life, these creature won't be able to accomplish the feat of crossing the velvet bridges. And I will personally make sure of it" 

"Ohhh... How is he going do that" Exclaimed old man Feng who have been cursing Old hag Daeyang.

"Damn, old dog, your grandson really like to hype up almost everything." Shouted Old hag daeyang, who excluded all signs of becoming Feng saesang Fan.

All the viewers heard Feng words and excitedly watched the live-streams!

The serious Feng than opened his red lips and commented the name of the Magic he is gonna use to spank the asses of the armies of undead, for his beloved viewers. The superb Cash-cow, gentleman and misses, signoras e signores, money boys & E-girls!

Feng said in his archaic voice 

[Legacy of Death Dragon].

The lake of zombie putrid scented blood swirling around Feng Mei body responded to his words, by surging to a single point!

All the blood wobbled above the palm of Feng extended right hand and initiated crystallizing. 

Amazingly enough, more than two thousand liters of blood managed to compress into a 2 meter pentagram star crystal, a five-pointed star polygon. .

All of it happened in less than 20 seconds.

Feng slung his right hand upwards and the pentagram star shaped crystal shoot up into the skies!

I slammed the brakes and screeched my Mini to a sharp halt. What? What is it? I said with my heart in my throat, glancing all around, looking for the blood-curdling girl Id seen in my mind.
You were about to go right through the gate, he said, waving his hands to the windshield.
Not the windshield, I thought as the thick fog parted, but to an iron gate. And above the chunky spikes of the iron gate, a tall stone-clad structure that looked more like a castle rose imperviously against the smoky afternoon sky.
Youve got to be kidding me, I sighed.
No, I wasnt, he said in a dark tone, oblivious to my real thoughts. You almost folded your miniscule car into a freaking sandwich. Look at the size of that thing! He pointed to the jumbo sized bars of the gate.
I have looked, and I wasnt talking about that, and why do you care if my car got twisted around those bars, huh? Didnt you hate it in the first place?
What part of miniscule didnt you get? Small car crashes are the worst kind. My legshe waved his hands to themwouldve ended up in the middle of all that, he said, his finger pointing and circling the place where a collision of polished black against sturdy iron wouldve happened if I hadnt stopped in time.
You really have a flare for the dramatic. I held back a roll of eyes.
Well, if it wasnt for my flare for the dramatic your pretty face wouldve ended up needing facial reconstruction.
Pretty face? Since when am I pretty to you? Have we really stepped into the Twilight Zone?
He turned to look at me. I never said you werent pretty. His deep stare did something inside of me, a dangerous flip-flop in my stomach I didnt like. Fortunately, the feeling was immediately crushed a few seconds later when he said, But that doesnt mean you arent a pain in the ass. He turned his face away.
Arent you a charmer? I thought, gritting my teeth. I balled my hands into fists and held back the call for punching some sense into him. If Im a pain in the ass, then why did you insist on coming with me?
He ignored my question and pulled open the door. I better find out how to get inside. He slipped out of the car, not before stretching his legs with a pleased sigh.
The moment the door closed behind him, my breath caught in my throat. The fog seemed to have thickened again, enclosing us in an unyielding ring of mist, as if it didnt like us being here. Beyond the gate, the mansion or small castleI couldnt choose which words were bestthat teetered on the edge of gothic, looked like an intimidating medieval magician. The fog skirts floating around its grounds were reminiscent of times where old spells were cast for protection.
As Ian walked around the car, eyeing the gate for some type of entrance, fog parted and swirled around his legs, like blown cigarette smoke. He stopped where a cast iron bell was hanging, watched it closely and pulled the string underneath the metal cup back and forth, producing a deep chiming sound.
I rolled down the window and said, What do you think youre doing? Calling people for Mass?
He glanced at me over his shoulder. We have to let him know were here. Or do you want to wait here all night until this fog swallows you whole?
I winced.
Yeah. I didnt think so.
Surprisingly, the gate chose that moment to grant us entrance, a deep mechanic hum following the welcoming movement of the archaic doors. Is this for real? I thought as I watched what looked like a scene out of a horror movie. Really, is all this fog necessary? The house is creepy enough already.
Buffy wouldve been proud of me. After bailing on her before boarding the Doom buggies that took you through Disneys Haunted Mansion years agoan eleven-year-old Buffy had dropped her first F-Bomb at the end of the ride once shed spotted me waiting guiltily outsideMom had threatened to wash her dirty mouth with soapit seemed karma had finally found me, with a strange sense of humor. Not only was a gothic-looking mansion waiting for me to step inside, but a real gothic-looking mansion with a crazy man waiting for me inside. This was the real stuff, not some mechanical ride where everything was orchestrated to give your heartbeats a wild, fun boost.
Once I pulled into the driveway and saw the mansion up close, the brave Dafne thatd been gathering her wits to face whatever this trip threw at her disappeared. I swallowed the hard lump of fright in my throat. At least there werent eerie gargoyles perched on the sides of the house.
I turned off the engine and pushed every remnant of brave Dafne forward, willing my feet to follow the path that led to the tall wooden doorway. Id come all the way down here for a purpose, and I was going to make sure that purpose saw the day of light, no matter what.
Isnt this little fella an evil-looking thing? Ian said, eyeing the door knocker with a half smile.
The little fella was evil-looking alright. Pointed cheekbones and ears, piercing stilted eyes, eyebrows and mustache that spread like flames, deep menacing frownthe old man holding the metal ring through his mouth looked like something out of Dantes Inferno.
I looked at it expectantly.
Ian shook his head, grasping the silent message of my stare. And you wanted to come without me? He pulled the metal ring and knocked it twice against the door. If you cant even touch an old door knocker, how are you expecting to talk to a crazy old man?
I glared at him. I will talk to him.
A sudden crack in the door made me jump, pushing me to Ians side.
He chuckled. Really? he said, looking down at the hand clutching his arm.
I jerked it back with a resentful glance at him and, without hesitation, strode through the now open door and past the small butler who was holding it open.


When not writing or doing book covers, Tatiana Vila can be found binge-watching series, painting cool abstract stuff, eating way too many candies, and fantasizing about interior design makeovers. Her motto: let the mind run wild.
Check out some of her cool book cover designs at her website:
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Ice Queen. That's what everyone calls Dafne at school. The girl with the striking looks of a Raven Princess but whose cold-steeled touch freezes everyone in her way. Her reputation works for her and she even likes it. People don't mess with her—except for her sister's infuriatingly handsome boyfriend, Ian, who loves pushing her subzero temper to its limits.

Life in Berryford is flowing exactly as she wants it—no drama, no boy trying to get into her pants—until she starts noticing odd, glazed-eyed students everywhere. Something weird is happening and, unusual enough for her, she needs to find out why. But when people start falling into a coma with no reason, among them Dafne's sister, she decides to take the matter in her hands, because if her intuition is right, this isn't something doctors or virologists can fight. This is something…more.

With frustration and guilt leading her way, and Ian forcing himself to her side, Dafne will step onto a road that'll open her eyes to why ignorance is bliss, why hate is so close to love, and why our imagination might be the most dangerous weapon ever known.



Damien didn't know it yet, but he was walking out the doors of his house for the last time.
His life was about to be changed forever.
He had gone out of his house with his brother Finley for the start of the year, but a bad feeling had been settling somewhere in his gut. An ominous feeling had been lurking around with him since morning.
'It's nothing.' Finley waved him off, 'It's probably from all that fish you guys were feasting on. I told you not to eat so much. Those things cause a stomach upset. It'll be alright by the time we're at school.' He scrunched up his nose in disgust.
'You're probably right.' He agreed.
But his gut told him otherwise.
 
At school, the gut feeling didn't leave him.
Schatten Academy was one of the most prestigious schools in the whole of Europe and America. Like most elite schools, the selections were very precise and only the best of the best were admitted into the school. If you were rich enough, you could easily be enrolled; otherwise you needed to have a very special gift. As the dorm master had said, "Schatten Academy only includes the elites among the elites, and the best among the best. Be grateful of the fact that you are here."
However, no one seemed to take note of the fact that Schatten Academy itself had a very dark name.
Damien however, had been admitted because of Finley, who had received an award for being the most intelligent person in whole of New York- a human calculator. They only wanted Finley for that matter, but Finley refused to go without Damien.
And that's how Damien had wound up here.
Everyone else seemed so cheerful and excited after the holidays. They were all hanging out with their respective friend groups sharing stories with each other during the time they were gone.
Damien never liked the school much. Designed like an eighteenth century gothic castle-with black winged creatures resting on top of its columns and towers with shingles all around, the school gave off really bad vibes. Everything seemed so shady, so ominous, he seemed sure that the school was hiding something; some long lost secret which, when out, would destroy the school.
'Hello Finley and Damien, it's nice to see you after the holidays. ' Damien looked up to see the owner of the voice, Renata.
She was a tall girl of about sixteen with straight jet black hair which ran well below her waist. Her skin was almost as white as alabaster and her eyes were lilac in colour.
Other than the entire school, Renata was the second thing Damien was most suspicious about. She was the daughter of their dorm master, Mr. Bell, and Finley's girlfriend. She looked like a walking talking gothic doll, dressed in black from head to toe. The school dress code just required a bit of black in the clothing- Renata just took that to a whole new level. Plus Renata gave him the 'it' feeling- the feeling where you think that something is off but you can't put a finger on it. The way she talked, walked and behaved around people, didn't seem right to him.
When Damien had mentioned it to Finley, he just waved it off like other things.
'You're probably just creeped out by the fact that she wears so much black.'
 
'Hi, Renata.' Finley replied as he wrapped his arm around her waist. 'Did you miss me, my cute Gothic doll?'
Damien felt like gagging at Finley's cheesiness. Though Finley was the more practical one, when it came to girls, Damien liked to keep himself clear headed.
'You seem different today. Is everything okay?'
Now that Finley said so, Renata did seem different. She seemed somehow paler- instead of alabaster; her skin was as like wax- pale and translucent like a ghost. Her eyes were darker- a shade of purple rather than lilac.
'I'm fine' she replied, 'just a little under the weather.'
But that excuse didn't seem to convince Damien at all.
***
The first night of the new term at Schatten Academy was always amazing. The grand ballroom was decorated in a most colourful manner, unlike the black gothic theme of the school, with different ribbons and balloons. Various types of cuisines were laid out in one corner of the great hall along with various drinks. Loud music blasted from within the walls and the students could be seen dancing with each other, losing themselves to a wild night one last time, before they returned to their boring curriculum of school.
Damien stood in one corner with a can of coke in his hand, far away from the crowd, watching people dance and occasionally talking once or twice to the students that stopped to rest from the dancing. Crowds never attracted him that much and the unsettling feeling in his gut hadn't helped much either. After feeling that it would be no use staying there, he decided to go back to his dorm and sleep on it. Who knew, the feeling would be gone by the time he woke up?
***
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
The sepulchral hour of the night has a strange quality to it. Like the sad eerie winds, the hooting of the owls, the howling of dogs in the distance, all these factors provide an unholy element to it, don't you think? I think that one of these factors was the reason Damien woke up at such an hour.
Or perhaps the fact that he was thirsty contributed to the fact as well.
On waking up, Damien noticed that the door of his room was slightly open and a faint light peeked from behind. He looked at the grandfather clock on the opposite wall. 3 o' clock.
So the scoundrel finally remembered that he's got a room to come back to. He thought.
'Took you long enough, Fin.' He said as he rubbed his eyes. 'Have you freshened up and come?'
No response. 
'Fin?'  Silence. Even the door didn't budge.
'Finley?' Damien asked as he grabbed his glasses and flashlight and got off the bed.
'Fin, if this is a joke, I swear it isn't funny.' He said as he opened the door only to be met by silence. No Finley, nothing. Just plain, unholy silence. The source of the faint light was a small bulb hanging from the ceiling. The uneasy feeling in Damien's gut had multiplied tenfold. He walked into the common room just in time to see a faint shadow moving out- a faint silhouette of a man. Finley.
'Fin, wait!' he called out as he followed the shadow out of the dorm building and into the main house. It made no effort to stop.
'Fin come on, if this is about me leaving you at the party, then I'm sorry. I was sleepy. You were busy with Renata. If I knew you needed me to wait, I would have. Come on Fin, it's three in the morning. Come on, Finley, I'm tired. Let's sleep we can talk it out in the morning. Fin!'
The shadow was standing in front of the gate of the main building. It stopped there for a moment before going inside. 
I swear if this is a joke, I'm gonna murder him in the morning. Damien thought frustrated. 'Fin!' he called out again as he followed the shadow deeper into the building and passed through another door that opened to a flight of stairs leading down. Damien hesitated. He's so gonna get us in trouble.  The shadow had now vanished in the darkness of the spiralling stairs. Damien now only went down trusting his instincts and his flashlight. The stairs now led to a small tunnel with light peeking out another door. Damien saw the shadow once again as it disappeared behind the door.
Damien opened the door and to say that he was aghast would be an understatement.
The room was as big as their own dorm room, lit by a chandelier with a thousand candles, filling the room with a golden glow. The room was newly furnished and a fire had been burning in the corner. But that was not what had Damien dumbfounded.
Finley was lying on a raised platform, with all his clothes stripped off him and a knife stabbed through his chest. Blood was trickling down from his sides as his body glowed in a ghastly golden glow. The shadow was standing over Finley's body.
'FINLEY! The cry came out with more pain than Damien knew existed in his body. His eyes stung with tears as he stared at his brother's dead naked body.
The shadow turned. The sadness on Damien's face gave way to shock and horror.
'Y-you!'
And before he knew it, darkness enveloped his eyes as something hit his head.

Part One: The Gate

Raiden gets admitted to the prestigious Schatten Academy after she applies there just for fun. However, during her usual troublemaking detours, Raiden comes across a mysterious Tantabulum that contains secrets about her parents that she couldn't believe. however, her parents mysteriously disappear as she tries to confront them. On her way back to find them, Raiden finds herself chased by Monsters. What is she gonna do?


This book has been dropped.

 Nobody moved or spoke, in or out of the studio.
 What are you all doing? Can I get up? Say something!
 Lochans held his arms up. "Perfect! Stop!" His voice broke the silence.
 The girls, who had been hugging each other in tears, finally began talking.
 "Elves should be kind. They are supposed to love nature and peace. Why? Why did she kill him?"
 "Dark creatures are common enemies. Besides, in the elves’ eyes, vampires are unnatural creatures like zombies."
 "The perfume is for Halloween! A little horror is necessary. Our ad is tasteful."
 The Batiste brothers greeted Qin Guan warmly.
 Before they began chatting, the director approached Qin Guan. "Do you know me?"
 "Yes..."
 "Good! Wait to hear from me." Then he turned back to the camera to watch the playback.
 With the help of the assistant, Raquel stood up slowly, lifting her heavy dress. The two French brothers were attracted by the beauty right away.
 "Hello, Qin Guan. I’m Raquel Zimmermann from Brazil. It was nice to cooperate with you."
 The proud woman lowered her head to show her respect for Qin Guan's abilities.
 "Hi, Raquel. I’m Qin Guan. I’m Chinese. It was my pleasure."
 Although his face was pale and cold, Qin Guan was smiling warmly at her.
 Their hands touched and parted. By the time Raquel left, Qin Guan was still smiling. In the following year, she would become his partner at Armani.
 It was good to have a friendly relationship with her.
 The next day, Qin Guan had to go to class. Before that, he had some work with VOGUE and W. The third poster of NY would be made at sunset the next day.
 The NY headquarters were not a luxurious mansion like VOGUE or W’s. It was a single building with a historical vibe, Boston ivy covering most of its surface.
 There was a giant storage room inside, which had been turned into the largest independent studio in New York. It was divided into several different parts.
 That studio would satisfy anyone’s needs.
 Only when Qin Guan entered the studio did he realize the power of girls.
 The girl was called Raynana, and she was the daughter of the NY boss. She was the real boss of the magazine.
 Her father was confident about her, so he had invested a lot in the magazine. If she did everything by the book, the girl would definitely succeed.
 To forge iron, one had to be strong. Only magazines with good content attracted readers.
 Qin Guan was tired after class, yet when he saw the wonderful studio, he was cheered up right away.
 Cong Nianwei had followed him to the studio, because she was anxious about her tired boyfriend. She had just finished her work at the small store.
 Destiny was a magical thing. Cong Nianwei noticed Guo Nuoyan, who was going out of the main building.
 After getting a notice from the boss, the young man had sent Qin Guan's poster and advertisement to the magazine as soon as possible.
 He had tried to get the spot behind Armani, which was also a full page.
 All businessmen were clever.
 Cong Nianwei greeted Guo outside the storage room. When she went into the studio with a bottle of water, she was shocked by the dark background Qin Guan would be shooting against.
 Will young girls like a picture like that? It looks like a real adventure.
 Qin Guan turned his face to Cong Nianwei to reveal his strange make-up. Unlike the royal, elegant vampire he had portrayed in the Armani advertisement, he looked like a character from a horror story now. He seemed depressed, gloomy and bloody.
 He was in a black medieval military uniform. The collar of his cloak stood up and covered his cheeks, and his white silk bow tie was hanging over his chest.
 There was a five-pointed star tattoo on his pale hands, that stood for the devil. Silver long hair covered his pale face, just like the first snow of the winter. Red paint was running down his face like bloody tears. Two sharp teeth were poking out beneath his upper lip, making people wary.
 "Property ready?" The photographer was itchy to start. The old man was a guest of the fashion magazine. He was just doing this for the high payment.
 "Ready!" Holding a glass of Bloody Mary, Raynana walked onto the set carefully.
 The background was an ancient castle. With its dilapidated walls, the Gothic castle looked like the very image of Lord Dracula’s home.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

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