After finishing off the cigarette in the corridor, Daniel took out the keys to open his house main door. Coincidentally his mother-in-law happens to come out of the bathroom at the same time. Donning a revealing black bareback satin sleep dress.

Sam spends his days among juvenile delinquents, trying to reach their hearts and teach them a bettter way life. At nigh, however, he takes a more hands on approach to changing people's views.

Sam spends his days among juvenile delinquents, trying to reach their hearts and teach them a better way of life. At night, however, he takes a more hands-on approach to change people's views.

In the 1960s, in Scotland. We follow the development of a young delinquent girl, in a juvenile recovery boarder. Who must find a goal for his future, going through an obscenity phase in the Judicium boarding school.

West Brite Correctional and Disciplinary Institution:

What happens when 17 year old Alfred Nolbury gets sent to a special "school" for juvenile kid like him? How does one get through a school full of homophoic staff  and murderous kids with his lover? Especially when his lover just happens to be a homicidal schizophrenic!

Candy was heart broken. Everything she believed was now coming into question. Each and every fragment of her memory wouldn't fit in anymore. It just wouldn't make sense. The books always wrote how love can make you feel like you are in an ecstasy, but she never believed that love could hurt her in a way she could ever have imagined.

She felt like all the happiness she ever felt was about to ear her up and backfire. Memories would never be the same. Instead of a sweet recollection, all of it turned into hostile throwbacks.

After the brief realization of everything, she suddenly felt a glimpse of reality. Dark clouds start to group together, thunder was heard. Small raindrops were falling from the sky in an increasing frequency. It felt like even rain was ruining her day.

Looking into the distance, she saw a quite nostalgic and familiar sign. "Library, Open" , the bright neon signpost lit. She quickly rain into the building. "Finally, a place that's full of peace, quiet and a  great way to retain homeostasis." she thought to herself.

After pushing the heavy glass doors of the library, what welcomed her was a very familiar setting. Each lighting from the yellow bulbs, the quiet and dead air of silence, the temperature of the thermostat, everything came into order. Maybe she could finally reconcile with herself again.

In a few corners into the library, she found her most favorite person and probably the one that could help her in this very moment, Ms. Ellen, her best friend and the university's librarian. Before they could actually communicate with each other without disturbing others, Candy and Ellen came up with a new medium of communication, they used post-it notes.

Anything bothering you? - ELLEN
Major broke up with me. -CANDY
That jerk? I knew he was bad news from the start. What was the reason? - ELLEN
He said he never loved me - CANDY

Candy could feel her eyes swelling up again. She could feel each pressing emotion gripping and crunching her heart. She's starting to feel breathless. Her hands numb, her feet asleep. She stars recollecting her memories once again. Each moment pains her. Each promise breaking like shards of glass, pierces her heart.

Realizing she wants to be left alone, wanting to drown herself in a sea of books and to never come out again, she opted to leave Ellen a last post-it note.

Talk to you later. Got to sort myself out first - CANDY

Ellen nodded in agreement, signalling her that it's fine. She starts walking around, reading around the electronically lit signs of each section. Circulars aisle, Magazines, Non-Fiction, History, Geography, Engineering and her personal favorite, Fiction. She quickly starts to scan for books to read in the fiction section, under Romance titles.

As she picks up a book that piqued her interest, she couldn't help it but feel immense disappointment. She feels that all along, these books felt more fictitious than ever. She just couldn't feel the same spark she had felt before. She feels that each and every word was turning more abstract and incomprehensible as ever.

The line that separates fiction and reality was even more apparent than it ever was. In a last attempt to try reading the last few lines of the first chapter of the book she's reading, she closed the book in anger, disbelief and disappointment.

Maybe she wasn't just feeling like reading fiction for now. Maybe the story she read was superficial, or was too juvenile. It doesn't matter. All she knew was that romance just wasn't her thing for now. She just needed to read something that felt real. In an attempt to do so, she quickly walks a few more aisles past the fiction section, until she reached the room marked with "School Archives".

She never went past the door that guarded the room, ever. Maybe she felt that it was too rustic for her taste, or was uninteresting, but considering that the room was not for unauthorized personnel to enter was enough to tick her off before. Even while she was working in the library last semester, she never was assigned to clean or scout the area.

Now piqued with curiosity, she suddenly feels an exciting urge to enter. "Ellen wouldn't mind." were the words Candy used to justify her actions.

The door was guarded by an RFID system, meaning it required a recognized personnel's identification card to enter. As for Candy, she has had a duplicate authorized personnel's identification card after having worked in the library. She just forgot to return it, and in her defense, they never asked it back.

A quiet beep was heard signalling her that it was okay for her to enter the room. She scouts the area full of books, documents and newspapers collecting dust. After minutes passed, across an old corridor, she stumbled upon an old dusty box. Sunlight had barely hit it. It was covered below a stack of books as if someone tried to hide it. It had a motif of a daffodil's petals.

Beaming with curiosity, Candy slowly opened the dusty box, which to her surprise, was squeaky clean inside. A fragrant aroma wafts around the small area. Inside the box contained a book, entitled "Bridge to Terabithia" by Katherine Paterson. Possessing great knowledge towards books, Candy quickly recognized the book, while murmuring "Ah, a 1977 classic."

Exploring on, she realized that  inside the box, there were flowers. One was a dried Rose, another a drawing of a Gladiolus and the last one, was a frame of a Striped Carnations. On the side of the box were four envelopes with each a corresponding letter inside, all dating back to 1990.

Curiously, Candy opened the very first and the shortest letter, entitled; Daffodil.

Letters From Sol (Webnovel Edition)
Former Name : Striped Carnations and a Heather Lavender

Candy lost her hope in love. Major, her ex-boyfriend broke up with her after their two years of relationship. One day, as she searches for literature in their school library, she stumbles upon an old box containing love letters of a certain young man named Sol to his lover, Eleven. Having the oldest letter dating back to January of 1990, will Sol and Eleven's love letters spark Candy's lost spirit of love amidst the boundary of time?

"Crazy bastard!"
Inside the empty building, in the darkness of the night, there were only a few lights shining around.
The building is an old hospital that has stopped operating. Even so, it doesn't mean that no one uses it at all. Inside you could see a fight was going on.
The lights, which are sometimes dim, show events that are common in areas where clashes between school children often occur.
"Damn it .... huff ..."
'This guy is crazy! How can he hit me this hard? ' Holding his bleeding mouth, he slowly stepped back until his back touched the wall. Fear, anxiety, and anger. He didn't know what to do. In front of an enemy with such terrifying strength.
He looked around and found all his friends lying limp on the ground. Pain, feeling the same fear that makes them not want to stand up anymore, or lose consciousness.
'There were more than 20 of us, and not a single one of us managed to bring him down .... Damn it.' he thought
"Ugh!"
Without realizing it, he felt his mouth hurt, so sore that he couldn't speak properly. It felt like his mouth had been torn.
"Ryuuji Kanzaki .... Your game ends here."
"Alliance or whatever you and your friends called it, it's nothing more than bullshit."
Anger ran in his blood. After those condescending words left the brown-haired boy's mouth. He was annoyed. He could not accept, how what he had built all this time, the Alliance, ended up shattered against one boy the same age as him.
With all the strength he had left, he focused all of it on a single blow in his hand and charged at the enemy in front of him. He screamed, desperate and angry. Not caring about his mouth being torn, he ran towards the boy.
The enemy in front stood with his hands inside his pocket, his golden pupils saw Ryuuji coming running towards him. It looks like he is not on guard at all. There are gaps to attack everywhere. Even so, the difference in strength was clearly visible. He knew that this enemy had abilities that were on a different level, even above the adults he had fought as a middle school student before.
"GUGh !!"
And, he ended up falling to the ground after being kicked really hard.
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"HUAAAAAAAAH!"
He woke up, sweat pouring down his face and body. Feeling a headache, he tried to calm himself down and found himself on the bed.
That incident, that defeat, it was a dream from the past.
'A dream ... just a dream'
That's right, the dream of the past still remains in his mind. Even after he fled, the defeat still kept coming back to him.
He held the part of his mouth which was covered by the wound plaster while imagining the pain he had suffered at that time.
He began to look around, took the alarm clock on the table. It was 8:15 a.m., 45 minutes before lessons started at school.
Taking a slow breath and then exhaling, he slowly calmed himself down, trying to calm his beating heartbeat. He got up slowly from the bed and took his glasses on the table.
"Alright, today must study well too."
Ryuuji Kanzaki, with his usual enthusiasm, left for school.
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"Wow!"
"Shit she's so pretty, isn't she?"
"Right, look at those breasts, they are the size that fits mine perfectly."
Very loud laughter could be heard from the back of the classroom. Boys who happily talk about girls and their breast sizes. It was as if the gods of sex had taken over their minds.
And from a few tables ahead, girls and boys from different groups were looking at them with disgusting looks and feelings of reproach.
Meanwhile, away far from the battle area. A boy who has the charm of the main character in the game Persona 5. Black hair looks a little messy and uses glasses. He sat alone on a bench near the back of the window. A very striking and popular place for the main character in any anime or fiction novel. However, because this is reality, it is not extraordinary, it does not mean that a child named Ryuuji Kanzaki is the main character in a novel or anime story. He is a type of a plain guy anywhere you see it. Plus, his friends considered him as an Otaku because he is using the glasses
He stood at the very bottom of the school's unseen hierarchy. The food pyramid.
There, if someone were asked about Ryuuji Kanzaki, they would say that he was one of the lesser students, and looked generous, that his grades were average. He wasn't part of the athletic club and didn't stand out at all. Even though he has the kanji for "dragon" in his first name but he doesn't have the same traits as his name (Or maybe he doesn't)
Similar to academic prowess, there is an invisible hierarchy in the space between "students who rejoice in the spring of youth and those who don't." —Well, some aspects are determined by things like clothing to some degree, if that makes sense.
Boys who are regulars on major athletic club teams (such as baseball or soccer), band members in light music clubs, or similar people are at the top (Slang kids like thugs and gyaru girls wearing short skirts and the like ). Next is the regular athletic club. Below them is a cultural club that can talk to people of higher ranks. The lowest is all the others. The men in the lower ranks wore neatly buttoned vests or for the girl who refused to wear short skirts or thigh-high stockings.
There are exceptions to the above systems. It is the student council president of this school. However, there were only rumors circulating about him. That he is a top class Otaku who likes to read manga and watch shoujo anime.
However, he is a person who has enormous influence at this school. And of course he is above the hierarchical system described earlier.
"Yo, Kanzaki-kun."
He looked ahead, averted his gaze from the textbook he was reading. It was his friend who called him, Tanaka Riku. He waves at him, neatly styled black hair and a smiling face, he is the kind of person who is friendly and a model student.
But he's an otaku .....
then beside him stood a boy with a contemporary hairstyle, sharp eyes and good posture with broad shoulders, he was also quite tall. He's one of the Ikemen types out there. Heaven has been very kind to him, Sasaki Kiyoshi.
.... He's an otaku .... too
He is a former football club. He heard that he (Kiyoshi) was a core player before, and had played for the school for several inter-school tournaments. Remembering the day before that, how extraordinary he was.
Their school football club, however, is in danger of being disbanded. There was no clear reason for that, there were rumors circulating, the matter had to do with Sasaki herself.
Ryuuji waved his hand at them for a greeting.
The two of them drew closer to Ryuuji, took a nearby empty bench and then sat around Ryuuji. This was common in the morning, before the first lesson started.
"Ryuuji-kun, will you be free later?"
"Later? No ...."
"Huh? What do you mean? I'm sure most of your time when you get home from school you spend lazing at home right?"
"50% true and false. Did you forget my part-time job?"
"Ahh, but doesn't it start at 6pm?"
".... indeed."
"You don't understand Ruki, Ryuuji has to prepare himself for a part-time job. I understand that Ryuuji, you definitely want to spend your time quietly after school, you must be tired considering you have to work later."
"um, yeah, kind of."
Kiyoshi patted Ryuuji on the shoulder as if he understood his problem. Ryuuji smiled bitterly. 'Actually I have to meet someone, but forget it. there is no point in telling them. '
"I see, it looks like we are the only two left, Kiyoshi-kun."
"Where are you planning to go?"
"Hehehe, of course the mall at the central station! I'm going to buy some posters and the newest shoujo games you know! They're having a big discount today."
"That's right, I'm also planning to buy some Boruto manga for the latest vol. I'm really curious about the sequel."
"Oh, I see ...."
In fact, there was a reason this group was the most excluded from the class. There are several groups formed in the class. Among them there is a group consisting of popular girls with popular boys, they are the top group in the caste system in the class. Second, there are groups consisting of ordinary and subtle boys, then there is a girl group known as 'role models'. And last...
"Shit! I really can't wait for school to end and go to my favorite shop." Saying that, Riku vigorously clenched his fists and his eyes looked bright.
"Me too, I can't wait to read the latest manga from Boruto." Contrary to Riku, Kiyoshi seemed calmer, but he also felt the same way as Riku.
That's right, the last group in the class caste system
is an otaku group .... 
They continued chatting for a while, until finally the first bell rang and the teacher came to start the homeroom.
They both returned to their respective seats and prepared to start lessons from the teacher in front.
Please note, this school is a school that can be said that the regulations are quite loose. There are no strict updates regarding dress, even the school does not really bother about small fights between students, but it is still within reasonable limits.
Even so, this school highly respects the academic value of its students. Previously, this school was quite popular for its achievements in producing outstanding students, not a few of them who have entered well-known universities.
But, from year to year, it started to decline. The incidence of juvenile crime and delinquency began to increase, the birth rate decreased in Japan, and the emergence of new private schools in the same area, caused a period of unimpressive academic achievements from former students.
'Yeah, juvenile delinquency isn't uncommon ... I smoke sometimes too.' while writing down some notes on a book, such thoughts flashed through his mind.
'Talking about juvenile delinquency.'
Ryuuji turned his gaze to the side, found a woman who was famous for being beautiful sitting on the bench next to him. Beautiful face, long hair that was slightly tanned down to her back, Her shirt was courageously open, with her collarbone peeking out from the top, and her cleavage was also slightly visible. She is the gal type of girl.
A woman who is popular in school, stands at the top of the school hierarchy system. Many have friends from various circles, rumors say that she once dated a third year senpai who is the chairman of the basketball club.
Seeing her, it reminded him of how he had been dumped in the past, he is trying to help her that time, but....
At that time they were in their first year. Not long after the thirt semester started ....

While walking towards the entrance, Arata ran into a 6.3 feet tall guy. This guy had a muscular body which was a little bit buffed. He wore orange coloured coat and black coloured pants. He also wore a yellow coloured shoes with orange coloured fire like patterns on it.
He had a Mohawk hairstyle and his hairs were as same colour as his eyes, that is, reddish orange. He was also wearing shades and he gave the feels of an old style delinquent. Even in the futuristic modern world of technology, the problem of delinquents had not yet solved. 
As his shoulder bumped against Arata, he removed his shades and gazed at him. Arata thought to apologize to him because it was Arata's fault. But, before Arata could say anything, that guy said, 
"Oye A$$hole! What the f*#k do you think of me, hunh?!" 
His words triggered Arata. Arata had decided to quickly apologize to him and head towards the entrance of the underground city. However, he lost his composure when the person before him acted like he is some big shot depute looking like the same age as Arata. Even though, Arata decided not to follow his intuition. He took a deep breath and asked the guy before him, 
"Mister... I'm really sorry... But can I ask something?" 
The delinquent spat before him and said, 
"You just asked, you fu*#er!" 
Arata controlled his anger and asked another question, 
"You are right... Ha ha ha... Mister, what's your age?" 
The delinquent replied, 
"I'm 16... The fu*# you aski-!" 
*BAM!!!*
Before the delinquent could complete his sentence Arata had already punched him in the face. Arata had not even used his Super_Strength yet. However, that punch was strong enough to make the delinquent's nose bleed.
The delinquent stepped a few stepps back. He covered his nose with his hand and cleaned the blood that was gushing out with a napkin. Meanwhile, Arata watched him and shouted, 
"Hey punk! Who the fu*# do you think you are?! I know that I, Aoki Arata was at wrong for running into you but... Do you think that you can say such words of disrespect to your elder?! Tell me you piece of s#1t!" 
The delinquent's nose had stopped bleeding. He stood firmly and bent his hands under his coat. He took a deep breath to make sure that he hasn't suffered any internal injuries within his nose. After that, he started laughing insanely. 
"KHWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Aoki Arata... Do you know that your identity has been revealed as the one who is trying to infiltrate the Divine_Ones and is trying to steal the DIETY?! Rejoice! Today, I, HAKUTA HOMURA, the fourth pillar of the Divine_Ones and the biggest worshipper of the diety, will teach you at what place you belong!"
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He tried to stop the bullies but in return, they threw him off and he fell on the ground. Small pebbles cut off his leg and he started crying. The bullies' leader who was a few years bigger that Homura, squatted down and said to Homura while looking down at him,
"Homura-kun... This is the true world. The strong rule over the weak. The weak fear the strong. And that's how everything should work out. You are weak. You will be bullied and the strong that is us will rule over you. So... Nothing personal, Homura-kun!"
After preaching some life lessons to Homura, the delinquent got up and proceeded towards torturing the rabbit. Torturing would be an overstatement. The rabbit was already dead. All he did was snatch out the intestines out of the rabbit's corpse.
All of a sudden, Homura had stopped crying. He had learnt the truth of the real world. All his sufferings were destroyed by himself. He had reduced all of his feelings to a null like state. He clinched his fists tightly and said, 
"The weak suffers and the strong rules over the weak... Right? Then why am I the one suffering before you all?" 
The delinquents turned back. Homura's senior who advice him just now gazed at him and said, 
"Hunh? That's because you are weak, right? Ha! H-?!" 
Before the delinquent realized, his hands had already caught fire. Hot flames were enveloped all around their bodies. The source of these flames was no one other than Homura. His hands were also lighted with the fire he created and used to brun down his enemies. Homura raised his head filled with only one emotion, anger, and shouted at them, 
"Liars!... If the weak should fear the strong... They why are all of torturing me?! I'm clearly stronger than all of you!" 
A FEW MOMENTS LATER... 
The officials of the orphanage called the BRSD and the Homura was taken into juvenile custody. 
Homura released his fire waves and they converted the sharp pieces of panel which threatened his life into ashes. As these ashes fell onto the ground and Homura almost reached the ground, he disabled his fire waves.
But, Arata waited for this. He rushed at Homura using his Super_Strength and created numerous fire volleys which were aimed directly at Homura. 
Hakuta Homura's parents were unknown. He was raised in an orphanage. In the year 2037, he was five years old. Despite being this young, he had developed a good sense of justice and his genius was almost frightening to the officials of the orphanage.
At the age of six, he was playing with his best friend, whose name is forgotten by him. That friend was not the same age him. She was a priestess at the neighbouring temple who would spend her savings at the children of this orphanage.
She would head over daily at his location and play with the bullied children, which includes Homura. Most of the children would bully the weak Homura just because they were envious of his talent, his brilliance. The priestess protected Homura from the bullies and so, the day when the priestess didn't arrived was really special for the bullies.
The bullies ganged up on a small rabbit and tortured it until it was no longer able to run away. They cut off the rabbit's tail, they crushed the white coloured rabbit's legs. Homura tried with all his might to save the rabbit. Not because he wanted to save the animals, but because that rabbit was the priestess' pet. 
He tried to stop the bullies but in return, they threw him off and he fell on the ground. Small pebbles cut off his leg and he started crying. The bullies' leader who was a few years bigger that Homura, squatted down and said to Homura while looking down at him,
"Homura-kun... This is the true world. The strong rule over the weak. The weak fear the strong. And that's how everything should work out. You are weak. You will be bullied and the strong that is us will rule over you. So... Nothing personal, Homura-kun!"
After preaching some life lessons to Homura, the delinquent got up and proceeded towards torturing the rabbit. Torturing would be an overstatement. The rabbit was already dead. All he did was snatch out the intestines out of the rabbit's corpse.
All of a sudden, Homura had stopped crying. He had learnt the truth of the real world. All his sufferings were destroyed by himself. He had reduced all of his feelings to a null like state. He clinched his fists tightly and said, 
"The weak suffers and the strong rules over the weak... Right? Then why am I the one suffering before you all?" 
The delinquents turned back. Homura's senior who advice him just now gazed at him and said, 
"Hunh? That's because you are weak, right? Ha! H-?!" 
Before the delinquent realized, his hands had already caught fire. Hot flames were enveloped all around their bodies. The source of these flames was no one other than Homura. His hands were also lighted with the fire he created and used to brun down his enemies. Homura raised his head filled with only one emotion, anger, and shouted at them, 
"Liars!... If the weak should fear the strong... They why are all of torturing me?! I'm clearly stronger than all of you!" 
A FEW MOMENTS LATER... 
The officials of the orphanage called the BRSD and the Hakuta Homura was taken into juvenile custody. 
Homura released his fire waves and they converted the sharp pieces of panel which threatened his life into ashes. As these ashes fell onto the ground and Homura almost reached the ground, he disabled his fire waves.
But, Arata waited for this. He rushed at Homura using his Super_Strength and created numerous fire volleys which were aimed directly at Homura. 
To be continued... 
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


The world has gone through a drastic change. People are blessed with heaven's blessings and are born with abilities. In this vast world, there are different persons fighting within themselves for different reasons. 
Aoki Arata - Ability unknown. Said to be the strongest. Weaker than the boss. 
Arsenal - space manipulation. Serves the boss. 
The boss -??? 
The battle that shook the gods, begins now! 

This story moves through different time periods and the characters, story setting, and everything else changes from generation to generation. The first generation is just a prologue.


She was fucking killing me. I asked for sexy and she gave me her version of sadistic. Not having my hands on her was one of the most painful exercises in futility I'd ever gone through. My plans before I arrived were to keep my hands entirely off her. That flew out the window within minutes of seeing that fucking dress. Though lifting it and admiring her bruises might not be the sexual fantasy of most red-blooded males, it fucking rocked my socks.
I had made reservations at an upscale restaurant that our band frequented when we felt like playing dress up. With Krispin's new wife, Angela, we were settling down and things like suits and ties were keeping us from being tossed out of places we seldom visited back in our crazier days. We weren't exactly known as the sit-down-dinner type of musicians.
So now I had a major problem. If any man looked twice at Machala, I planned to punch his lights out. Depending on his size, the management throwing us out might include calling the cops. Fuck... where had this jealousy come from? I shared her with Wade for fuck's sake. If I took her to a dungeon with other people I would be okay. Those men understood the rules of ownership. The fucktards of Hollywood did not.
And, she told me no. I was still reeling from her refusal to cover up. She was royally messing up my plans. No touching was the first and no sex the second. I would take her on a few dates, talk, and get to know her better. I wanted this to go differently than our first relationship. I had to knock down her walls and the D/s dynamic hadn't gotten me there.
"Luke, stop," she whispered in my ear as we were shown to our table.
I turned my glare away from the man checking out her ass. "You brought this on." Yeah, that was adult of me.
The ma顃re d seated us and after I ordered a bottle of wine, Machala leaned closer. "You're acting juvenile. Intimidating every man in the room will do no good. What's come over you?"
I took a drink of water. How could I tell her how I felt when I didn't understand it myself? "This is different..." That wouldn't work, so I started again. "It's about control. With you in that dress and us out in public-I'm barely able to control myself and I don't like it."
She was so good at hiding her feelings, but she allowed a little softness to lighten her tight smile. "Then why are we here when we could be at my place or your place doing what we do best?"
"We don't do it best, Machala. That's why we're here." I instantly saw the hurt my words caused. I took her cold hand and brought her fingers to my lips. "I want more, Machala. Not a contract with a time limit. Not straight D/s and not a relationship that centers on sex." I stopped because the waiter returned with our wine. I went through the motions of approving the bottle, but my eyes remained on her. "We haven't decided on our meal. Give us a few minutes, please." I just needed him gone.
"I don't understand what brought this change on, Luke." Her continued soft, controlled voice worried me.
I didn't want to lose her by overpowering her with the emotion I had trouble concealing. Yes, Luke, the big bad sadist, was truly caught by Machala Winters. "I don't want things returning to what we had before, because it didn't work. I need D/s in my life, so I'm not saying to throw it out the window, but I think the two of us need more."
She remained quiet and picked up her menu. She finally looked over the top. "Do you plan on ordering for me?"
Relief at the smile in her eyes had me giving her an answering smile. "I'd love to, but this is a date and you're welcome to order what you'd like."
She laid down the menu. "Choose for me, please."
This was a big deal for Machala. The first time we met, I remember the very slight upward tilt of her chin she gave when I ordered for both of us. I was pushing her that day to see her reactions. Tonight was an act of submission on her part. Fuck, my dick went hard. I lifted my hand and the waiter returned. I ordered something I'd had before and knew was good.
The waiter left and now the true test to my evening began. "Tell me what's going on in the world of publishing."
Machala looked away from me for a few seconds. "Is this something you really want to talk about?"
On Monday mornings, I would ask about her schedule for the week, but I never delved into her business. During the months away from her I wondered endlessly what she was doing at that very moment. "I'd very much like to know."
She told me about the meeting with an author earlier that day-signing her to a contract and the excitement over such raw talent. Machala loosened up as she spoke.
"Do you usually take the hands-on approach?" I knew her publishing house was running with the big dogs.
"Yes, when I read someone I really like. This woman has too much promise for me to delegate her to someone else. I have several acquisitions employees who do it, but now and then it's nice to go back to my roots."
"What made you choose publishing?" She gave me a long look and I didn't think I would like her answer or maybe refusal to answer. Our meal arrived and she got a reprieve. After we were alone again I didn't let up. "Why publishing?"
She sipped her wine before answering. "I never had books as a child and when I discovered the joys of reading, it became a dream."
She didn't like talking about her childhood, so I let that end of her reply drop. "Why not a writer?"
This brought the smile back to her face and a small sparkle to her eyes. "I tried. I suck."
A surprised laugh escaped me. The great Machala Winters wasn't good at something and she admitted it. "I doubt you sucked."
She finished a bite of the mushroom-covered steak I'd ordered. "All my stories ended in tragedy. Everyone died, including my main characters. Happy endings didn't work for me and unfortunately that's what sells for the most part with fiction."
Fiction. I wondered if her writing was more autobiographical and that's why there were no happy endings. After analyzing my months with Machala I knew she wasn't happy. She went through life because she had to-not because she enjoyed it. Yeah maybe she found happiness here and there, but overall it wasn't within her reach.
I wanted her happy. I wanted to beat her and fuck her in equal measures. Most of all I fucking wanted her. "Tell me about one of the books you tried to write." It took a minute but a grin slowly lit up her face. I was able to enjoy my meal while she enraptured me with a story.
"The dog's name was Mickey. He became separated from his owner, a young boy, while the family was on vacation. Mickey had to travel through one misadventure after another looking for the boy. A trucker gave him a ride and Mickey slept in the back compartment. The trucker thought Mickey was happy and that he would stay, but Mickey missed his true owner. Mickey survived a fire in the forest with hunters thinking he was a stray mutt." Now Machala's smile dimmed. "Mickey starved to death because he wouldn't settle down and give up on the boy."
Machala looked down at her food. "Dogs aren't supposed to die in these stories unless it's during an act of heroism or old age. It didn't matter how much I wanted Mickey to live, I couldn't write the story that way."
"How old were you when you wrote it?"
"About fifteen I think."
She shredded my heart and she didn't even know it. She'd also told me more about herself than any Monday morning uncovered. "Did you ever own a dog?"
She looked back up and smiled in that soft way that had me wanting to make her scream in pain because I was a sadistic asshole.
"No, did you?" she asked a little sadly.
"Never had a dog, but I've had a pony."
Her cheeks turned red and I knew by her expression she knew exactly what I spoke of. Fuck me, I really wanted to ride my pony.
     



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    The identity card is something that every Qinglin student has, and it is also a symbol of the identity of the Qinglin student's disciple.

    In addition to Xu Nian's name and junior student status, there is a strange line of data on this identity jade card.

    This line of data is called points, which is the recognized trading medium of Qinglin College.

    To put it bluntly, it is the money that Qinglin students need in life. Whether it is food, clothing, shelter, transportation, training resources, including battle decisiveness and combat skills, they are all exchanged through points.

    Without points, you will be unable to move in Qinglin College, and you may even starve to death.

    Of course, Qinglin College will give out one hundred points to students every month, but these one hundred points can only maintain a student's normal life.

    If you want to get more training resources, you must rely on your own efforts to earn points, so the academy of Qinglin College seems to be'free range', but the competition inside is very fierce.

    There are many ways to earn points. You can exchange for corresponding points by performing tasks of various levels, or you can sell treasures to the academy in exchange for points.

    In addition to these, there are many ways to earn points, of which the fastest way to earn points is the arena.

    The so-called arena is to earn points through competition among students.

    Before the game, the arena will evaluate the number of points for the game based on the strength of the students. The person who wins the game will get the corresponding points, and the person who loses will deduct the corresponding points.

    Of course, the students can challenge each other and set the corresponding points as a bet in private. Once one party wins the game, the identity jade medal will automatically transfer the corresponding points to his identity jade medal, which can be said to be very magical.

    Of course, what interests Xu Nian most is that this arena also has a special regulation, which is to allow athletes to hide their identities and use code names to compete.

    As long as he wears a mask during the competition, and assigns a corresponding code name, no one can recognize his true identity. In this way, he is not afraid that his gods and demons will be exposed. After all, this arena is a spirit. The students from the college and the sports college compete in the same arena.

    Xu Nian put on a black costume, and then put the pure black mask that he had prepared into his arms, and then quietly went out and walked towards the arena.

    He came to the arena, found a place where no one was there, put on a mask, and went straight into the arena.

    There are many people wearing masks in the arena, so Xu Nian's appearance did not attract the attention of others.

    As soon as he entered the arena, standing in front of Xu Nian was a huge stone monument ten meters high and about five meters wide.

    There are densely packed light characters on this stele, and these light characters will constantly change over time, especially the light characters below will change drastically, but the light characters above will only change for a long time.

    "This should be the dark list of the arena!" Xu Nian muttered to himself while looking at the huge stone tablet.

    There are three lists in Qinglin Academy, the three lists are the Blue Dragon List, the Qianlong List, and the Dark List.

    Among them, the Blue Dragon Ranking is naturally the ranking of the strongest of Qinglin College. Anyone who can enter the top 20 students of Qinglin College can be ranked above the Blue Dragon Ranking.

    Those who can be on the Blue Dragon Ranking are all the elites and leaders among the students of Qinglin Academy.

    The Qianlong List is a kind of potential list. This list also only has twenty places, but it is not ranked by strength, but ranked by potential.

    What surprised Xu Nian was that he, Chen Wudi and Ouyang Tianlan were all on the list, and his ranking was not too high or low, just tenth, as for Chen Wudi and Ouyang Tianlan. The twentieth and nineteenth places barely made the list.

    Xu Nian was able to rank twelfth as soon as he entered the academy, precisely because of his emperor-level bloodline talent. As for why he was ranked twelfth, it might be because of his lower strength.

    But because of this, Xu Nian earns 800 points more points than others every month.

    As for this dark list, it is unique to the arena. The people on this list are all false names. Few people know their true identities. This list has a total of 100 places.

    The ranking is not based on strength, but only based on the number of winning streaks. The more winning streaks, the higher the ranking.

    Now the first one is called the "Devil", fighting forty-eight games, winning forty-eight games, and winning forty-eight games in a row.

    Second place:'Shattered', fighting forty games, winning 39 games, winning 39 games in a row.

    Third place:'Overlord', fought 57 games, won 50 games, and won 30 games in a row.

    ...

    Xu Nian became more surprised as he watched, especially this Demon King, who actually fought forty-eight games and won forty-eight games in a row, guaranteeing a 100% winning rate.

    Such a record may only be achieved by the masters on the Blue Dragon rankings, and the ranking on the Blue Dragon rankings is not low.

    The further down, the more games the ranked players fight, but the record of winning streaks is not high.

    Often after winning ten games in a row, the strong came out to punish them, so one can imagine how difficult it is for this demon king to win forty-eight games in a row.

    However, the more this happens, the more interesting Xu Nian is. Only in such a cruel battle can he gain more actual combat experience and continuously improve himself.

    In addition to these three lists, Qinglin College also has an unwritten list, that is, the Tianzi List. This list has only ten places and is limited to women. The requirements for being on the list are regardless of strength, only appearance.

    Therefore, all the people who can make the list are all stunning beauties like the beauty of the country and the fragrance of the heavens.

    However, Xu Nian was not interested in this, and did not pay attention to it. On the contrary, Chen Wudi was very interested, and Chen Wudi told him about the existence of this list.

    Xu Nian didn't think much, but walked towards the challenge stone.

    The challenge stone is the place where the competitive challenge is released. As long as you press your identity jade card on it, use your mind to input the opponent's strength requirements you need, and place the corresponding bet, you can release the challenge information.

    When other challengers see this message, they can accept the challenge if they meet the requirements.

    Of course, the challenger can also directly challenge the masters on the dark list by name, and as long as the opponent agrees, they can fight.

    Xu Nian walked to the challenge stone, pressed the identity jade badge on the challenge stone, and entered the following information.

    Challenger: Dragon God

    Strength: Junior nine

    -star physical training Challenge object: One star in the star realm (both spiritual and physical training).

    Bet: 100 points.

    Yes, Xu Nian gave himself the code name Dragon God, because of his The physique of the gods and demons is the Jiulong Supreme Divine Body.

    As soon as this challenge message was released, those challengers who watched the challenge message suddenly exploded.

    Everyone began to talk about it, feeling that who was so bold and dared to release such a challenge information.

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He was once thrown out of the house by his father as rubbish, but he is the most powerful genius in history. Goddess? That is my woman! Great Lord of the Devil? That is my apprentice! Demon Realm Dragon God? That is my mount! Those who provoke me Xu Nian, die! Whoever touches my Xu Nian's scales, life is better than death!

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