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

Here is a compilation of short stories ranging from those about apocalypses to school romance. Feel free to come here for inspiration, but please do not plagiarize.

Here is a compilation of short stories ranging from those about apocalypses to school romance. Lots of things are open ended for you to fill in yourself! Feel free to come here for inspiration~

Pei Qian took a sip of his tea and continued, "We will only offer fixed-rate contracts for the top writers on our website."
"That's because the terms of this contract are better. It's equivalent to giving a benefit to the authors of our website. We will not provide such benefits until other authors prove their strength."
"The total word count should be between 10,000 to 500,000 words for a fixed-rate contract. They cannot exceed 500,000 words."
"The fixed-rate contract will be calculated based on triple the revenue that the author earned from his previous books. For example, the original royalty contract of the author's previous book was about 1,000 yuan per 1,000 words. Then, the royalties for this book would be 3,000 words per 1,000 words."
"There is no minimum requirement to update. They can write as much as they want. Slow work will produce fine work."
"What's more, we don't accept complete originality, we can only write custom-made novels. We provide IPs for the authors."
Pei Qian could not help but be impressed by his own intelligence after he finished speaking.
Fixed-rate Contracts and customizing. Wouldn't he be able to wipe out all the famous authors on Zhongdian Chinese Network and cripple them?
Those who read online literature often knew that fixed-rate contracts and customizing was the easiest way to produce rubbish works.
That was because the first prerequisite for creating good works was freedom.
Authors could only write outstanding works if they were free to write about topics that they were good at and had strong drive in.
If an author who was good at writing sci-fi novels had to write romance novels, the things he wrote would definitely be horrible.
On the other hand, custom-made works were often works th\at the client had a certain need for commercial publicity. At that time, the author's creative thinking would definitely be restricted by the client.
The client would definitely suggest some changes or interfere with the author's outline in order for the works to meet their requirements. On the other hand, the author would not be able to create the works according to his own ideas. His attitude would be different and would not be able to produce 120% of the works.
That was because the first target of custom-made text was the client, not the reader. Thus, there was a high chance that it would not be liked by the reader.
On top of the restrictions on custom-made novels, the fixed-rate contract would further dampen the author's creativity.
That was because fixed-rate contracts meant that there would be a steady income. The cost of the custom-made text was also very high. The author only had to use a little bit of brainpower to bring the works to about 60 points to complete the client's requirements. There was no need to work hard to write 80 or even 100 points.
He would not be able to do it because his creative freedom was not high enough and the theme was not good enough even if he wanted to write to 100 marks.
Thus, Pei Qian had released this trump card of customization and the fixed-rate contract to "bribe" all the top writers of Zhongdian Chinese Network.
It was all about earning money for these authors irregardless of whether they were on royalties or fixed-rate contracts. How they chose would depend on which one earned more money.
It would be easier to write custom-made designs. The amount of royalties calculated by word count would almost double. He could earn as much money as he used to after writing casually every day. Why not?
If the royalties previously were 1,000 yuan per 1,000 words, he could earn 300,000 yuan per month by writing 300,000 words. According to the purchase order, the royalties would be tripled. He could earn the same amount of money by writing 100,000 words each month.
However, the workload was greatly reduced!
While the fixed-rate contract system was voluntary and not mandatory, Pei Qian felt that no one would reject such a good offer, right?
Who would go against money?
That way, the authors' income would not be affected and Pei Qian's purpose would be achieved if the website incurred losses.
Ma Yiqun obviously knew this very well. That was why he looked shocked. He did not know what Boss Pei was up to.
While it was up to the authors to decide whether they wanted to sell their book or not, only a few of the head writers would reject it based on the current price.
Of course, it was a good thing for the authors, but it seemed to be very risky for the website. If they were not careful, it would cause huge losses.
Ma Yiqun pondered for a moment and asked, "Boss Pei, are there any other restrictions on this fixed-rate contract? What if no one reads the novel written by the author? Can you ask him to finish the novel in advance or force him to edit it?"
Pei Qian shook his head. "There are no other restrictions. However, there is a requirement for the word count. Each book has to be written at ten to five hundred thousand words. If it exceeds five hundred thousand words, they will not be paid. They will have to start another book."
The reason why he set the word count requirement was mainly to create difficulties for the authors who were used to writing long chapters.
At the moment, the standard word count for online novels was two to three million words. No matter how long it was, there were many people who could write five million words or more.
Therefore, when the authors first set the story outline, they were used to setting the entire text above two million words. If the great authors could write something famous, they would definitely be more familiar with it.
However, now they had to compress the story to a hundred to five hundred thousand words and write a short story. That would be using a creative way that they were not good at.
On the other hand, most readers of online novels liked to read long works and were not interested in short stories.
That way, the possibility of making money from novels would be further reduced.
Ma Yiqun asked again, "We can terminate the purchase agreement if the authors write a few rubbish novels, right?"
Pei Qian wanted to say no, but he felt that it did not make any sense. An author had been producing rubbish, but the website was still buying out his work at extremely high royalties from him. It did not make sense and was too unreasonable.
Thus, after some consideration, he decided to adopt a relatively neutral plan. "If the results of two consecutive books are very bad, let the author revert back to a royalty contract. He can continue with the fixed-rate contract when he's doing well again."
That way, authors who wanted to slack off would be able to continue writing with a fixed-rate contract and cheat money after writing a novel with royalty contracts. The rules of the website were basically 'come and cheat me of my money' and 'this fool has a lot of money' written on it.
Ma Yiqun asked again, "What type of custom-made novels should there be?"
"Can we take on some custom-made novels from other companies?"
Pei Qian immediately shook his head. "No! We can only write with the IP that Tengda has."
Ma Yiqun: "…"
He might still be able to make a profit if he could accept custom-made novels from other companies.
For example, if some popular online games needed to be promoted, Ma Yiqun could recommend his outstanding authors to the company, ask the company to fork out money, and ask the authors to write them. That way, Zhongdian Chinese Network could earn a sum of advertising fees.
However, Boss Pei rejected that possibility on the spot!
According to Boss Pei, the restrictions on custom-made novels were really strange.
It could not be purely original nor could it be custom-made by other companies. It could only be Tengda's IP.
What was Tengda's IP?
Ma Yiqun gave it some thought. This included the various games that Tengda had developed, such as Repent and be Saved, Ocean Stronghold, Struggle, and so on.
This included the short videos and films that Fei Huang Workspace had already shot, such as Tomorrow is Beautiful and the current filming of Mission and Choice;
That included the various IP images bought from GOG, as well as original hero characters like Modest and Ruan;
Including the various superhero characters in the works of Hurricane Comics;
Other than that, some of the popular novels on Zhongdian Chinese Network and other miscellaneous things were considered Tengda's IP.
It did look like a lot, but what was the point of customizing these things?
The only use was to fill up the entire "Tengda Universe" 's story storage. However, many of the IPs did not need to be filled up at all: The content of the original work had already been expressed very clearly and thoroughly. Why did it still have to continue?
Would these authors be able to write stories that were comparable to the original works if they wrote them seriously? Ma Yiqun did not think so at all. That was because many of the original works were personally written by Boss Pei. These authors would not be able to catch up even if they tried.
What's more, it was still a loss compared to the money spent on buying these works.
That was because the purchase strategy this time was not only targeted at one author, but all of Zhongdian Chinese Network's top authors. If these authors were determined to deceive and cheat money, Zhongdian Chinese Network would spend a lot of money on rubbish. It would be very difficult to guarantee the website's interests.
Ma Yiqun pondered for a long time, but he was still very confused by Boss Pei's decision.
However, Ma Yiqun did not say much seeing Boss Pei's confident expression.
Boss Pei's actions were always so unpredictable after all. No matter how ridiculous and strange Boss Pei's decisions looked at the beginning, they were proven to have deeper meaning and were extremely successful.
Thus, Ma Yiqun nodded. "Alright, Boss Pei. I'll make the arrangements soon."
Pei Qian was very satisfied with his attitude. "Yes, very good."
"On top of that, there's another matter regarding the authors' class."
"This class has been running for some time. It's time to make some improvements."
"My idea is to create another 'inspiration class' based on this study class."
"Gather all the top writers, especially those who have decided to write custom-made novels, and join this inspiration class."
"In the inspiration class, we will prepare a large number of novels, movies, and games for them. We asked them to collect materials from them every day. Then, they would exchange their writing skills and knowledge and recommend games or movies that they think are fun."
"For this inspiration class, there must be some initial investment. For example, the monitor must be big, the earphones must be good, the seats must be comfortable, and the various resources inside must be directly purchased from the original, ultra-high-definition blue-light discs to provide the best viewing experience for everyone."
"In the previous class, the authors could only write and check their information. They could not do anything else. In this inspiration class, the authors could only do things related to collecting inspiration. They could only write for two hours every day for eight hours."
Ma Yiqun was stunned again. "Huh? This…"
How was this an inspiration class? It was obviously a pleasure class and a slacker class!
One of the most important reasons why the study class had been successful before was that the "small dark room" could allow authors with poor self-control to concentrate on writing in this environment. That was how many outstanding works were born.
However, now, everyone could watch movies if they wanted to. They could play games if they wanted to. Not only were they not locked up in the dark room, but they were also restricted to writing for two hours a day.
Wasn't that encouraging them to slack?
What's more, Boss Pei had also said that this inspiration class was mainly targeted at authors who had decided to write custom-made novels. These people's requirements for updating were very low to begin with, and their creativity would probably not be high. He had also arranged a comfortable and enjoyable environment for them…
These people were probably going to be crippled!
They were the top writers and pillars of Zhongdian Chinese Network. If they were to become useless, not only would it affect the website's income, but it would also affect the number of outstanding works and readers' comments on the website…
Ma Yiqun hesitated for a moment and said, "Boss Pei, isn't this environment too relaxed?"
Pei Qian sniggered. "That's right!"
"To these top writers, they have no lack of skills or skills. If they want to improve, they need more inspiration. They need to slow down and work hard!"
"Nowadays, many novels have millions of words. Each day, they would update thousands or even ten thousand words a day. How can a good novel be written with such huge pressure?"
"Tell them to slow down and polish it!"
Ma Yiqun opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but he could not.
Obviously, Boss Pei's thinking seemed a little unrealistic. These online novels were meant to be used for recreational purposes. So what if they slowed down and polished it well? Could they even produce a famous novel?
However, he could not say that Boss Pei's idea was wrong. He could only say that Boss Pei had a higher level of vision than him and had a greater goal.
Ma Yiqun hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. "Alright, Boss Pei. I'll make the arrangements now!"


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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This book is highly popular in China and has set off a new trend. Webnovel has very high expectations for this book and has gotten the author to refine the first chapter as an exclusive for global readers. We hope everyone will enjoy reading it.

Once the inspiration came to Lu Zhou, he could not stop writing. He had even completely forgotten about eating.
Lu Zhou's brain was filled with creative juice, and he was totally motivated as he took his pen and started to write on the paper.
[
The restriction group G is provided and |G|=p1α1p2α2···piαi, where pi is a prime number and αi is a positive integer. Let p∈π(G), define deg(p)=|{q∈π(G)|p~q)
The number of times deg(p) is the vertex p. Redefine C(G)=…
]
…
Time slowly passed by, but he did not stop writing.
This felt different than the last time.
Last time his inspiration was given. This time, his inspiration was created by himself.
The pen moved swiftly on the paper.
Without him realizing it, he had already written five draft papers.
Lu Zhou rubbed his stomach and leaned against his chair before he took out his phone.
He was shocked when he looked at the time.
"F*ck, it's already five o'clock!"
He had not even eaten his breakfast yet.
Lu Zhou could not handle it anymore. He then went to the crowded cafeteria and ate some dinner. After dinner, he continued to work.
It was at six o'clock in the evening when Shi Shang returned from his class with his food. When he saw Lu Zhou writing on the desk, he asked, "Zhou, what are you doing? Master's students have homework too?"
Lu Zhou was at a crucial point, so he did not raise his head when he replied, "Writing a thesis."
Suddenly, Huang Guangming and Liu Rui also came back with their food.
Liu Rui placed his backpack on the table and took out his homework while Huang Guangming walked over to Lu Zhou and looked at the paper curiously.
He was muddled when he saw what Lu Zhou was writing.
"F*ck, Zhou, I don't understand a single word you wrote."
Out of curiosity, Shi Shang also came over.
"Guangming, we're third-year students already, so you should at least be able to understand the symbols… F*ck, this is group theory… Advanced stuff!"
Liu Rui was writing his homework when he twirled his pen and said calmly, "It's not that advanced, I think some fourth-year students take that. But it's not related to us applied mathematics majors… Well, unless you transfer to theoretical physics…"
Applied mathematics and theoretical physics were similar, so it was not that unusual for people to transfer.
Most people transferred for the fat physics research budget.
"No way I would transfer," said Huang Guangming as he shook his head and walked away.
"Of course you couldn't transfer, you're not like Lu Zhou," said Shi Shang. He patted Guangming's shoulder with a look of defeat.
Lu Zhou, "…?"
…
Rome was not built in a day. A well-established theory required inspiration and time.
Over the next few days, Lu Zhou spent all his day time at the library, and all his night time in his dorm.
Occasionally, he would have to reply to Professor Frank's email. However, since there was no new data from CERN, he did not have to do too much work.
Lu Zhou felt fulfilled.
Although other people could not understand, he himself was happy.
The second week of September, on a sunny morning, Lu Zhou leaned against his chair in the library. He glanced at the dozens of papers in front of him and said with relief, "Finally done!"
All it took was some inspiration to solve the bottleneck. After that, he could cruise through the rest.
He was exhausted but he also had an unexplainable pleasant feeling.
It was not just because he solved another difficult mathematics conjecture, but it was also because while he was solving this problem, it deepened his understanding of group theory. This gave him new tools in his mathematics toolbox.
This was more exciting than the conjecture itself.
Hilbert once said that Fermat's Great Theorem was a chicken that could lay golden eggs, Not because the chicken had fed a large number of mathematicians, and nor was it because the chicken had given many journals a chance to publish their sub-par papers, but because through it, many novel mathematical methods were derived.
Inspired by the Fermat problem, Kummer introduced the concept of ideal numbers and found the only decomposition theorem that decomposed the number of a circular domain into an ideal prime factor. This theorem had been promoted today by Dedekind and Kroneeck. It occupied a central position in the theory of modern numbers, and its significance had gone far beyond the scope of number theory.
Lu Zhou's work at the Princeton conference was the same. His applied topology method solved the twin prime conjecture.
The original sieve theory was applied by Mr. Chen, and the number theory community believed that in order to solve the Goldbach's conjecture in the form of "1+1", they needed a new method.
It appeared now that the sieve method was more useful than they thought.
Even the professor that introduced the sieve theory in 1995 had not expected this.
This is the value of number theory.
While Lu Zhou was solving the Polignac's conjecture, he also found a unique solution.
He named this method "Structure Research Method of the Group Theory" or "Group Structure Method" for short.
Using the group theory method, the problem of infinity was studied as a whole. The "K=1" form was extended to "k is an infinite natural number", which thoroughly proved that "for all natural numbers k, there are infinite pairs of prime numbers (p, The proposition of p+2k)".
The conclusion might be one only sentence, but it took up several blackboards to prove.
Lu Zhou spent an entire day organizing the proof on his computer before converting it into PDF format.
As he looked at the finished product on his screen, he nodded with satisfaction.
"This should do."
He could still write more on his Group Structure Method.
However, Group Structure Method was not the focus of his thesis.
So far, the Polignac's conjecture had been proved.
While it might seem that the proof was only an extension of the twin prime conjecture proof, but no one other than Lu Zhou knew of its difficulty.
Lu Zhou added a sentence to his thesis.
[… Due to structural reasons, the Group Structure Method theory will be explained in my next thesis.]
Re-format, upload.
Target, Annual Mathematics!


After suffering from a heat stroke while working under the scorching heat of summer, Lu Zhou, a hardworking but poor university student, somehow becomes the owner of an advanced technological system. With the cheat given by the system, his university life changes overnight. 
  
A Master's degree? Easy. 
  
PhD? Not a problem.   
  
From a nobody, he quickly becomes a huge celebrity in the world of science. With the missions given by the system, he is on his way to winning a Nobel Prize.   

"System, can points be exchanged for money?"
  
"No."
  
"F**k, what use are you then!?"
  
"This system will make you the ultimate scholar, the kind that lords over all of humanity. What use will money be to you?"

So.. I'm a bit ashamed to admit. I ran out of inspiration for this book. it was a good run, however, it's not where I wanted it to be. I know this book left many unanswered questions. For that I apologise. I am currently working on a new piece of work at the moment and hopefully it will be better than the last. Loving the devil was my first attempt at actually writing anything. It was an inspiration to me. I want to continue writing just not this story. I give my humblest thanks and sincerest apologies. 

Chloe thought she new what love was. Until she found him cheating and met the exquisite, mysterious tall man. A man who made her question everything she did and made her see the truth. Will she forgive and forget or will she move on to greater horizons?

Wang Ling thought he had had a nightmare because it had been a very long time since he had last slept.
He closed his eyes and inspected his body inwardly; even after checking his soul inside out, he couldn't find that soul contract which the coconut old man had mentioned.
So… maybe he was just overthinking it?
Wang Ling breathed a sigh of relief; actually, if what the coconut old man in his dream had said was true, he should have felt the soul binding take effect as soon as he had entered the space.
Although his life was now a little turbulent, he could so far still accept the overall situation. Currently, it was too early for him to come into contact with Venerated Immortals; Wang Ling didn't want to become entangled with some random person, much less have anything to do with the so-called old seniors in the cultivation circle – that would only bring him even more trouble.
Frowning, he raised one hand, and his room window opened. 
What was supposed to be a pleasant weekend had in the end been screwed up by that coconut old man, making Wang Ling feel somewhat distracted.
As the cool breeze from the window caressed his cheeks, his restless and agitated heart calmed down a little.
...
After reviewing his classwork for a bit upstairs, Wang Ling closed the textbook. Through the window, he saw the old man and Mother Wang go out on Sheep. Mother Wang was holding Loopy Toad as she sat in the back of the tricycle while the old man pedaled. It looked like they were going to buy groceries while at the same time take Loopy Toad out for a ride.
Cupping his chin at his desk, Wang Ling watched the old man ride the tricycle off into the distance on East Huang Road. When they were tens of meters away from the Wang family's small villa, he actually saw Loopy Toad pull down the corners of its eyes with its claws as it made a face at him, making Wang Ling's own face twitch… He truly felt that Loopy Toad's life was far more comfortable than his own!
It was a rare, idle weekend. Wang Ling brought up Father Wang's novel on his watch, and was surprised to find that Father Wang actually didn't have any new chapters up today.
Skimming through the website, Wang Ling saw that the comments section for The Live Streaming Life of the Immortal King was full of complaints, as expected.
Book friend "Newbie Is Too Much": Is Guru Wang Situ updating today or not? Tell us if you aren't, waiting for updates is too painful!Book friend "Wounds/Dream Of War": Shock! Some particular web novelist actually hasn't updated so far. Is this warped morality or a lack of humanity behind this?Book friend "Golden July": Previously, I was following a book by an author called Three Days and Two Nights. Now I've realized that this author I'm following has become Three Days and Two Updates… Uncle Wang Situ, you must hold on!Book friend "Lock The Writer In A Small Dark Room To Type": Everyone, be mindful of your behavior! Scolding others is not the right way! In my opinion, why don't we find two individuals to wait outside the front door of the author's house, and when he comes out, put him in a sack and "execute" him!Book friend "GGsbada": Is it going to be only one update a day from now on… OH! NO!...
Wang Ling: "…"
Wang Ling's impression of Father Wang was that he wasn't someone who would often drag his feet. Furthermore, from his general understanding of Father Wang's rules for novel updates after all these years, there usually wouldn't be a delay or break in them.
However, when Father Wang burst with inspiration and finished writing a week's worth of drafts in the space of one day, it was possible for him to exhaust all of it after that. The bottom line was that Father Wang was just an ordinary person, and inspiration was an abstract thing that couldn't just be conjured up whenever you liked. After an explosion of inspiration, Father Wang would without fail sink into a state where his brain felt like it was empty.
There were times when you really couldn't rush writing.
Sometimes, the more you wanted to write, the more aware you became of how empty your mind was when you tried to put pen to paper.
For veteran web novelist Father Wang, his reasons for delaying or taking a break from updates had to do with time, for example when he had to cooperate with the website and do offline promotions for his novels. Of course, sometimes it had to do with the plot. Father Wang had been writing for so many years, and Wang Ling didn't believe that his dad wasn't able to write a single word. But if he forced himself to write when he was in this frame of mind, he wouldn't be able to justify the chapter's quality to his readers.
Quantity or quality: this was a problem which many writers faced.
After all, you couldn't have your cake and eat it too.
So when Wang Ling went downstairs, he saw Father Wang leaning back against the sofa with a hopeless expression, his hands under his head as he smoked. Father Wang's normal method of looking for inspiration was to watch the live streams of female broadcast hosts, but his favorite female host Little Xuan wasn't online at the moment, which made him especially twitchy. 
Seeing that Wang Ling had come downstairs, he turned his head slightly to look at him, then patted the sofa. "Ling Ling, come and sit!"
Wang Ling knew that this was Father Wang's second main method for finding inspiration, and that was to frantically look for people to chat with him.
Usually, it would be Mother Wang who would accompany him in this role, but now that she had gone shopping with the old man, Wang Ling was once again surprised to realize that he had actually become the "fallback guy"!
"Little Ming is coming over tonight, so your mother and grandfather went out grocery shopping." Father Wang flicked away the ash from his cigarette as he spoke to Wang Ling.
Wang Ling replied obligingly with a "Mm."
During the sporadic times that Father Wang lost his inspiration, even his expression was different; it was full of dejection, which made Wang Ling feel a little unsettled.
Father Wang cast a sidelong glance at him. The corners of his mouth instantly couldn't help twitching when he realized that Wang Ling was sitting two spots away from him. "This kid… why are you sitting so far away from me?"
Wang Ling: "…"
Father Wang then directly stretched out his hand to pull Wang Ling in to lean against him. "You stuck to me so much when you were younger; have you forgotten that?"
Wang Ling took a deep breath and decided not to argue. "…" The most vivid impression he had of his childhood was probably Father Wang's mustache; this thing was really unbearably prickly.
Suddenly speaking of when Wang Ling had been young, Father Wang seemed to be remembering a lot of stories, and he couldn't help smiling. "Do you know? Your mother actually wrote novels before."
Wang Ling looked at him curiously. "Huh?"
Father Wang: "We were childhood friends, so I'm crystal clear on what she likes to do. When she was young, she actually published a book, and her writing was pretty good! At that time, many publishing houses got in touch with her to write a sequel. She had even drafted the main outline and had decided to start anew with a different pen name… but in the end she became pregnant with you."
Wang Ling: "…"


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Tags: comedy, school, cultivation, tsundere, popular culture, almighty protagonist, action

ok, so I was not writing in this story for some time now. I was in search of inspiration for battle scenes. And you will be proud to know that I, Author, found my inspiration (pun intended)! Maybe the next day, I will start writing. until then, have a good time.
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Oh! I forget. I am pretty bad at romance too. So it would be good if you guys can suggest to me some romance scenes for this novel. Sooner or later, I would like to see Alan and Elfin having a normal life. If I don't stop myself, I am afraid I would just go to the sex and no Romance. So help me. One more thing, I am not sure to make it a harem or not harem. Fell free to suggest. AUTHOR OUT!😗

Hi everyone. I am writing this note as a warning. This is the first novel I will be writing. As I have no prior experience writing, this novel will be an experiment. 

This story will probably have some holes in the plot line as I will be writing it as I go. 

Updates will depend on when I have the time and inspiration to write. 


I would also like to apologize in advance if I forget something about the story or if something changes during the story. As I don't have a great memory this might happen a few times so please be patient with me. 


One of the problems you might find is my lack of detail, for example if I was describing a room I might only mention some of the furniture or the color and there is even the possibility I would just describe it as a room. I will try to add more details to things such as clothes, appearances, and places if I can. 


Also chapter length will depend on how much inspiration I have at the time. 


I hope everyone will be patient with me and help me become a better writer as the story progresses. 




Han: Are you guys fighting again?

Felix: No, we're fine

(knock knock)

Changbin: felix?

Han: Hi !

Changbin: Get out

Han: attitude man

Changbin: (Glare)

Han: Yes, I'm going out

(Closed door)

Felix: Why are you here?

Changbin: You don't want me here ?

Felix: You're the one who said that

Changbin: Come here (hug him)

Felix: Hey let go, Someone might see us

Changbin: So what ? You don't like it ?

Felix: of course i like it, i wish We can  always be like this

Changbin: I wish too

Felix: Now let go what if someone just open the door

Changbin: 5 more minutes

Felix: ...

Changbin: Okay, I'm going now

Felix: where are you going?

Changbin: music room, Chan hyung want to tell me something , i just went to see you because i miss you

Felix: I miss you too

Changbin: bye

walking suddenly I saw selena writing
I went to her, I asked

Changbin: what are you writing?

Selena: Ah! Nothing

Changbin: are you writing lyrics?

Selena: well yeah, but I had no idea what to write

Changbin: You just need inspiration to write Good lyrics

Selena: Are you the one who wrote the lyrics to your songs? What is your inspiration?

Changbin: Han and I both wrote the lyrics, My insistence is my family and fans who have always supported our group

Selena: wow, that sounds good with some inspiration

Changbin: why don't you have some inspiration?

Selena: No Haha

Changbin: Nothing ?! We all have inspirations

Selena: actually i have a inspiration  (in a low voice)

Changbin: What did you sa?

Selena: ah nothing!

Changbin: what are you mumbling? (pat her head)

Selena: (blush) (he's patting my head) uhmm

Changbin: Ah! I'm sorry

(Suddenly silence)

Changbin: I'm going now, Chan hyung is waiting for me

Selena: okay Bye (i think he's not really a bad guy)

Selena: time to go home

(suddenly Minho came over)

Minho: Hi there!

Selena: Hello (nervous)

Minho: are you okay?

Selena: Yeah I'm okay, I'm leaving I need to go home

Minho: moment

Selena: why?

(He pulled me into a room)

Selena: why are we here ?!

(He just stared at me)

Selena: hey!

(I wave my hand
Suddenly his getting closer to me slowly)

Selena: wait! what are you trying to do? Don't do it! hey I said don't do it!

Minho: selena (hug her) i miss you so much

Selena: (heart beating fast) wha what?

Minho: let me hold you

Selena: (surprised at what minho said)

Suddenly Minho pushed me in the wall and widly kissed me like he was very thirsty

Selena: (Break the kiss) Wai-t I can't breath

(minho start kissing me slowly)

(My heart was beating so fast)

(Suddenly Minho breaks the kiss and he and i are both panting)

(In Minho's mind,
Her expression was so innocent, I'm about to lose control)

after a few minutes he kissed me again and this time he was entering his tongue and i suddenly get shocked becuase i feel something hard, i decided to break the kiss

Selena: (break the kiss) (panting)  Let's stop

Minho: Just a little more

(He continued to kiss me until he came down to my neck
he S ** k my neck And leave a mark)

Selena: Aah...

(I push him away)

Selena: Okay that's enough, I'm going now

(Closed Door)

Minho: I almost lost control

(RESTROOM)

Selena: oh my gosh why did i let him kiss me, my mind suddenly got lost because of his kiss, he even leave a mark on my neck !, how can i hide this?

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