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Damari King has always been in love with the sport of basketball, he has been playing since the age he could get his hands on one which was 5. His dad left him at the age of 8 and his mom died during birth. So since then he has been living with his uncle, Christopher Trust. He played in the NBA for 23 seasons as a 6’4 starting Shooting Guard for the Philadelphia 76ers from 2000-2022. He played alongside Point Guard as Michael Jarren Jr, Shooting Guard as himself, Small Forward as Freddy Ruth, Power Forward as Youseff Abdenour, and Center as Kai McKinney. Christopher was one of the best to ever play the game so Damari had a lot to live up to. Chris as Damari called him, taught Damari how to play the game of basketball and trained him to know everything he knows now about the game. His training with his uncle would always be so intense and Damari could never catch a breath…5 years later, Damari is going into his senior year in highschool where he is the third scoring option and is known but not well known around the country.


Damari averaged 12 points per game, 6.8 rebounds per game, 9.0 assists per game, 1.3 steals per game, and 48% from the field with 34% from the three point line. He was very efficient but was never noticed by the big name scouts or even big name colleges. Today was the day his scouting report would come in his mail and he was very anxious. He tried to tell himself that it would be good but he knew that the scouts would do him bad. Damari also knew whoever was scouting him wasn’t a big name scout from any big colleges or anything. Whoever it would be would probably be a low-life critic that judges people every day, and that doesn’t like anyone good. DING! Damari ran to the door to check who it was then he found a letter in a brown envelope that said Scouting report. He opened it and it read:
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WARNING: Alternate Universe not real word or real NBA.
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I am just a kid who loves writing. So what that means is that the book will have grammar errors and sometimes AMAZING GRAMMAR. I AM NOT PERFECT. I don't really care for your opinion of my novel just putting that out there. Even though I love my supporters I don't care what they think about my book. Just because I came out here to write books and not impress people. Just wanted to say I am Christian even though I make up my own made-up gods and goddesses. And my own mythology. It's not relevant but yeah. And last thing I am busy with school so I will post every 2-3 weeks because I have homework and I am constantly busy. I have the most time during weekends and nights. Sometimes I might post twice in a single week that's because I am free or I am feeling it. SO YEAH THAT IS ALL.

It's an assassin's job to kill and many in the field have a policy; all witnesses must be terminated. Purga, whose real name only the dead are aware of, follows said policy religiously. That's until she is caught during work by a young man who is happy to know he'll be put to death and actively encourages it. To him, being a witness was a blessing, to Purga it was a curse.

Inas story that has made her dream come true become a main writer in the school wall magazine.

Presence of Maida in Brilliant, the name of the wall magazine, annoy the existance of Inas.

Her cleverness in composing a story threatens the position of Inas in Brilliant.

Until the joyful and humble Inas immediately turns ambitious and emotional

* * *

As I completed writing my sample draft for 'The virtue magazine' , I sent it to them with my info. I knew that I was going on a blind path as I hadn't received any special coaching for it, all I had was my love for writing. 
The next morning when I woke up, I felt fresh and new as an infant. It felt just like the old saying that, behind every successful day there is a good night sleep.
On checking my emails I found an email from the virtue magazine, saying that they'd like to meet me today in the afternoon. Well that was really fast in my perspective as the other companies in which I had applied took months to respond me and some others never did...
I got ready and attended other scheduled interviews and finally reached on the informed venue by virtue magazine. I had a talk with its manager and told him that I didn't have any experience in this field. He thought for a while and told me that, ''we'll let you know, if there's a concern regarding this.'' And then he ended our meeting without any further questions, greeted me and left. This interview was the best one I've ever attended. 
After a few days, I received 2 emails, one from 'The virtue magazine ' and the other from ' I - Tech commercial '. Both those emails said that I've been selected and I've been called to discuss the necessary terms and conditions. I was called on the same day for both of them with their timings almost clashing, so it was like either I live my dream or give it another try living someone else's dream. I was really tensed about deciding which way to choose. I didn't do anything after that, I just went to my room and slept.

This is a story about a guy named Arata Hozuki. He was forced to choose a career of his father's will and give up on his journalist dream and He eventually turns out to be a jobless failure. Will he give up and continue his life in misery or will he.....

"I’ll die if I don’t become handsome."
When Seiji told them the name of his novel, he noticed that both Chiaki's and Mika's expressions changed slightly.
He was slightly embarrassed at this. Even though Seiji could proudly slap his chest and claim that his novel was an excellent story, he was still embarrassed about it.
"It’s quite an amusing name; I feel tempted to read it right now," Chiaki said with a chuckle. "I’m really curious about the contents." 
Mika also nodded energetically.
"It should be published in the Thunderbolt Literature’s next magazine, which will be released on—"
Before he could finish speaking, Seiji’s cell phone started ringing.
When he checked the caller ID, he saw that the call was from Editor Yoshizawa!
'Could it be...'
When Seiji received the call, his suspicion was confirmed. The editor had called him especially to notify him that the magazine with his story being published in it would be released tomorrow.
After he finished the call, Seiji immediately relayed this news to the two girls.
"What a coincidence! We were just talking about this subject when your editor called you." Chiaki smiled. "I’ll get up early tomorrow and buy a copy of the magazine to check out just what you wrote, Seigo."
Mika also had an expression of anticipation.
Seiji smiled, and his eyes burned with a proud light. "I’m confident in my own story, and I hope that you guys will like it."
To Mika and Chiaki, his current expression made him seem like he was shining with the brilliant light of charisma.
"What about the current story you’re writing together with your adopted younger sister Kagura-san? What’s the name, and what’s it about?" Chiaki asked.
"About this..." Seiji averted his gaze. "The name will be ‘Brother Monogatari,’ and it’s about a brother and sister dealing with demons."
"Brother Monogatari?"
A brother and sister fighting against demons?
Chiaki and Mika exchanged awkward glances with each other.
Chiaki lowered her voice. "This... could it be a story about the real life of you and Kagura-san?" 
It really seemed so to her.
After all, Seiji and Shika Kagura both had "mystical" powers, and the two adopted siblings indeed could be fighting against demons... this already sounded like a fantasy story!
"Of course not! I wouldn’t write about something from my real life." Seiji waved his hand in denial.
"I suppose so. But..." When Chiaki considered it more closely, she felt that the situation was somewhat strange.
An actual magical ability user writing a fantasy story... would his story count as non-fiction or fantasy?
The tomboy was struggling with internal conflict; she wanted to remark on the strange situation but was lost on how to go about it.
Not long after, the bell that signified the beginning of the next class began ringing.
...
When Seiji returned home after school, he saw a brand-new living room.
High-quality tatami mats had been placed all over the floorboard, and some renovations were also done to the walls and ceiling. Together with the newly installed furniture, it seemed simple and beautiful. It gave the room the atmosphere of a family dwelling.
The renovation company did an excellent job, as expected of a company personally recommended by the landlord.
Seiji sat down by the table, and Shika brought out a teapot and some teacups, sitting down beside him.
The black-haired beauty sat down on a tatami mat, placed the cups, and began pouring tea.
This scene was so beautiful that Seiji was slightly startled He only regained his senses when Shika handed a teacup to him.
He took the teacup, had a sip, and felt the warm and slightly bitter tea run down his throat.
'Mmm... it's pretty good.'
Seiji and Shika enjoyed their tea for a while in silence. Then, Seiji laid down on the tatamis and tried rolling around on them.
Shika imitated him and also rolled around. Both of them exchanged glances and laughed as they lay on the mats.
The black-haired girl rolled over to Seiji’s side, and Seiji offered her his arm as a pillow. Shika laid her head on his arm and closed her eyes.
Seiji watched his adopted sister’s face for a while, before closing his eyes as well. Without saying anything, the two of them napped like two idle cats.
Nighttime.
Seiji stretched; he'd just finished another chapter of "Brother Monogatari" and had decided to stop for the day.
He felt that resting was necessary. Last time, he was so engrossed in writing that he accidentally pulled an all-nighter, which he didn’t enjoy.
He also wanted to relax after concentrating for so long on writing. Seiji went to the living room and poured himself a glass of water.
After he finished off most of the water, he simply sat down quietly on the tatami mats for a few minutes to help his brain to relax after working so hard.
'Should I continue writing?' he wondered.
After a few moments of internal deliberation, he decided on a change of pace; he would practice his [Astral Vision].
So, Seiji simply laid down on the tatamis and began practicing. Yesterday night, he'd finished reading the material on [Astral Vision], and his system indicated that he had reached 100% progress for the [reading a manual] requirement.
The difficult part of this spell was concentrating his Mana on his eyes. If a person didn’t have good control of their Mana, this would be impossible. To make a comparison with a certain game from his past life, Seiji felt that the [Body-Strengthening Technique] was akin to "awareness" of Mana, while [Astral Vision] relied more on "mechanical skills" to use Mana.
He needed patience and refinement. His body relaxed and his mind calm, he concentrated on perceiving and controlling the Mana.
Satisfied that he was sufficiently connected with the surrounding Mana, he took the opportunity to activate the power in his eyes with an incantation and his eyes shot open.
There was a red flash in his eyes—[Astral Vision], activate!
His vision sharpened, and everything in his field of vision glowed faint red, but his vision returned to normal after only a few seconds.
It was still no good. Seiji was aware that it wouldn’t be this easy to succeed and that he still needed to practice.
‘I should chat with Shika about this and have her teach me.’
He rose to his feet and went to knock on his adopted sister’s door.
...
The next morning was a special day for Seiji.
The weekly edition of Thunderbolt Literature’s magazine was publishing Seiji’s story I’ll Die If I Don’t Become Handsome on this day.
He got up early to purchase a copy and read it together with Shika during breakfast. Seiji felt inwardly satisfied at seeing his own original work being published on paper.
This was just the beginning. This was only a short story published in a magazine, and his next goal was to publish his own full-length light novel!
It was a light novel that he worked on together with Shika, one which would have an exquisite cover and excellent insert art.
Seiji and Shika both wished to see this in the future. On the way to school, Seiji showed the magazine to Mika.
Kaede asked what was going on when she saw this, and she showed interest after she learned about it. She promised to purchase a copy to show her support, and Seiji thanked her for this.
When they arrived at school, they saw that Chiaki was already in the classroom reading the same magazine.
When Chiaki saw Seiji, she gave him a big thumbs-up.
"I haven’t finished reading yet, but I think you’ve written really well so far." The tomboy smiled as she gave him her review.
Then, she kept on reading.
Mika also sat in her seat and read her borrowed copy of Seiji’s magazine; she seemed to be very enthused.
Class time.
Seiji ignored the content of the teacher’s lesson and secretly worked on his novel.
Suddenly, a system notification popped up in front of him—
[Your written novel has been officially published and truly liked by one hundred readers. The [novel rewards] option has been activated under your [rewards] option, and you can now be continuously awarded points and items as more and more readers truly appreciate, praise, and support your novels.]
Seiji's eyes widened in surprise. ‘Wow, this is...’
He hurriedly opened up his system and checked the new option.
First, he noticed that he'd received four reward points.
And right as he was looking at it, this four changed into a five!
The system said he would be continuously awarded... so this was like income, not a one-time deal! The more readers that liked his novel, the more points he would receive.
And there were item rewards as well as points.
Seiji took a look at the first item reward; it was called [Random Draw Shard]!


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

In city weekend office there were a lots of gossips going on li na one of the article writers "" did you heard she just broke up with a rich guy" oh yes I hear it just now. It must be her fault she don't even have that high standard. Shhh!!! She is coming. Li na reached here office and heard very annoying comments about her and she was upset. When suddenly her head chief called her in his office " li na do you know this past few weeks your articles are depressing the viewers what are you going to do about this if this continues what am I going to do about you . Li na apologise his chief and said this would not happen again. She lived the chefs office and gone to her desk for writing a good and positive article she was indeed very upset because of gossips and the cold words of her chief. But she didn't loss her spirit and started to write an article.when she was writing her article she remembered someone.the person in her memory was her ex-boyfriend wang Wei he was an elected CEO  of china today's magazine and also was an leader of mafia gang . A dangerous person for his enemy and soft hearted person for there beloved once. Li na shake her head  and forget about him and started to concentrate on her work . Once her work was done she submitted her work on chief 'S table it was almost lunchtime when she was done with her lunch. An emergency meeting was arranged between all the chief of there office and there CEO . When there meeting ended her was a notice on the notice board and it was written that city weekend will have a collaboration with other magazines. Everyone were shocked by hearing that they all wanted an explanation about why there magazine needed to collaborate with other. A meeting was arranged with there own team chiefs they explain that it was for there profits. Still there was a lots of people who were not convinced with there explanation. When this matters was solved li na was thinking about why suddenly there magazine was thinking about profit they earn quite good profits then why?? She stopped this questioning in her mind and gone to her chief for the review of her current written article when she gone there her chief was busy because there collaboration party was going to come tomorrow. She knocked the door and gone inside. Chief said " it's nice that you are here can you do me a favour. Li na said yes . Can you please bring a good bouquet of flowers to show your sincerity. Li na agreed and she told chief to check her article the chief had already read her article and he agreed with her article to print it in next magazine. Than she get of the work with happiness it was not easy for her to forget that guy but it was working and she had cheered up because of good reviews of chief for her article. When she was going  home she was having  lots of thoughts on her mind about how hard was this two weeks time for and also the relationship with she was having with wang Wei. She reached at a ice cream shop she thought of the day when her ex boyfriend and she had came to eat ice cream on that day after there first meeting and they regularly meet there . She again became sad by remembering those things she became an little uneasy. Than she again cheer up by thinking the promise she made to herself that she will get throw it . She walked to her house and than she opened her phone there was a message from her chief about flower bouquet . She called a flower shop nearby her house and ordered an attractive bouquet to take next day at her office.

It’s my first time to write a novel and I am really thankful to Webnovel for providing an platform and thanks to all the viewers for viewing my story and I am very happy ? thank you so much.

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"All right! That settles it then. We're doing this!"

"Woo-hoo!" Mideum exclaimed cheerfully at Dae Soo's decision, raising her glass. 

Then, Seo Joong chimed in, "Now, let's set the tone, shall we? Will there be given topics for us to write about, or is it gonna be free-topic?" 

"Yeah! The whole reason behind starting this was to replicate what it was like to be part of a Literature Club, wasn't it?" I think it would be fun if we all write about one shared topic. What do you think, Dae Soo?"

At that, Dae Soo contemplated for a little while, but it wasn't long before she had made up her mind.

"OK. We can only write about one topic at any given time. Let's keep it special. Instead, why don't we each decide on what genre we want to write in? Essays, novels, poems, reviews, translation, anything."

"Sounds great!"

"OK, then. Now, the question is: 'What are we all gonna write about?' Any suggestions? Anything you've been wanting to write about?"

A shared topic. Everyone in the room was immersed in their thoughts, trying to figure out what would be the most appropriate topic for the club. At that moment, Geun Woo, who had eventually joined in on the fun, raised his hand. 

"What about a certain object? Like a violin, for example. We practice writing about objects with Mrs. Baek from time to time."

"That doesn't sound half bad," Dae Soo nodded with a lukewarm expression. Although it wasn't a bad idea, it wasn't very captivating. Then, Joon Soo chimed in, "What about a certain time period?"

"That's not bad, either," she said with a similar expression on her face, and without saying anything, San Jung sipped her wine quietly. 

Then, Sang Choi said, "I guess we have nothing else to write about except love." 

"That gives you way too much advantage! C'mon, now, you hopeless romantic. Get with the program." 

"Yeah! If that were the case, I'd suggest we all write about an unsolved, mysterious case." 

Sang furrowed his forehead at Mideum's adamant opposition. 

"But love is universal and an essential component of art."

"You do have a point there, but as long as you're part of the club, it wouldn't be fair to everyone else to have to write about that topic."

"Yeah! You took the the words right out of my mouth, Dong Gil."

Although Sang still looked displeased, he retracted his suggestion. From then on, a number of other opinions came up, but none of them were convincing enough to move the authors. As everyone listened to each other's opinions while immersed in thought, Dae Soo opened her mouth and said, "Death."

Then, the authors responded keenly to the provocative word. 

"Death."

"Death, huh."

"Also another essential component in art," Sang said, murmuring, "along with love." 

"It won't give anybody an advantage."

"And you can think of all sorts of stories related to it."

"Captivating."

"I think that's the most charming one, so far." 

Everyone nodded. 

"Sounds good," San Jung said her first affirmative answer. Death was, inarguably, one of the most common themes in art, and countless authors had written about it. On top of that, none of the authors in the room were experts on the subject of death, making it the fairest suggestion so far. However...

"Death, huh."

… with the exception of Juho, it was highly unlikely that any of the authors had experienced death themselves. And it wasn't something that he can share openly about, either. 

"I'm on board," he said.

And Dae Soo said, wearing an excited look on her face as if quite satisfied with how things were turning out, "I sense something really special is about to happen." 

"This almost makes me wish that the club was bigger. We're not gonna publish them, are we?"

"Let's play it safe, for now. Once we try to make a profit out of it, that's when we lose our creative control." 

With that, Dae Soo and Dong Gil began to discuss matters that were more realistic, and Juho took a sip of his Coke. Some authors were already starting to think about how to go about writing their segment in the magazine, and just as Juho was about to join them, he locked eyes with San Jung.

"Novel?" 

Juho shrugged. 

"Not sure yet."

"San Jung, remember that he even has translation at his disposal," Seo Joong interjected, holding a beer mug in his hand. 

"He can probably write things like reviews or essays just as well," Dong Gil added, and Juho didn't try to deny it. After all, they were both accurate. Authors tended to be sharp and perceptive. Juho had a number of creative tools at his disposal, from translation to essays and reviews, and he was more than capable of utilizing those tools to his advantage because of his experience at the Literature Club up to that point. 

"And I'm guessing that you're sticking with novels, San Jung?"

"Yep. I like novels the best."

She was someone who went as far as relocating to the mountains for the sake of writing her novel, so her affection and obsession toward novels was only natural.

"I think I'm drawn to novels as well."

From the moment 'death' had been decided as the shared topic, Juho had felt strongly inclined to write a novel. Writing for a magazine with such established authors was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and just like San Jung, Juho was also drawn to writing novels. 

Then, Seo Joong murmured, "Maybe I should go with a novel, too."

"I've been think about the same thing for a while now."

"Me, too."

Juho smiled and chuckled at the competitive remarks from the authors, and of course, he, himself, didn't intend on backing out, either. Then, Joon Soo asked after having been thinking for some time, "Are we limited to writing one piece each?"

"No, not at all."

"Then, I'll write a novel AND a poem." 

"I'm perfectly happy with writing just one novel."

Joon Soo and Geun Woo seemed like they had made up their minds for the most part, and Mideum, too, raised her hand to say, "I'm going with a novel!" 

"I think I'm leaning toward a novel, too."

With that, Juho counted how many authors had chosen novels as their genre. There would be nine novels and a poem, which unintentionally shifted the focus of the magazine to original novels. 

"So, are we all writing novels then?"

"That's not a bad thing though, don't you think?" Dae Soo said, and Juho nodded affirmingly. There was nothing bad about it. Besides, all of the pieces would be on the subject of death, so every single piece would be worth collecting. 

"You seem confident," Joon Soo asked quietly, and just like before, Juho didn't deny it. 

"Yes. You see, I happen to be acquainted with death, myself." 

"What?"

"Aren't you the youngest one here?"

"Choi, there is no particular order in which people go."

"What are you saying? You sounded a little edgy there."

"You're gravely mistaken."

Ignoring the light-hearted bickering between Dong Gil and Sang, Dae Soo looked at Juho. 

"Now that I think about it, you were pretty explicit about the mother's death in 'Sound of Wailing,' right? It was brief, but it had weight."

"Thank you."

"Wait, does that mean this topic gives Yun Woo the upper hand?" Dae Soo asked, narrowing her eyes, and Mideum waved her hand in denial. 

"Nah, that can't be right. You and I have both written a slew of death scenes up to this point, and so has everyone else here."

"I know that. It's just that I don't see Yun Woo as the type to be confident for no apparent reason." 

That was her perception of Yun Woo. As Dae Soo expressed her light-hearted concern, Juho waved his hand in denial, saying, "I'm just showing off, so, please, you don't have to have your guard up."

"OK, then. But keep in mind that I got my eyes on you," she said emphatically. To which, Dong Gil added with a chuckle, "Nobody's stupid enough around here to let their guard down when they're competing against Yun Woo. Except, maybe Choi." 

"I never let my guard down. I'm just confident."

"See?" 

Then, taking a swig off her beer, Mideum said, "Speaking of which, Yun Woo should be on his toes, too. We have San Jung, and then there's me… anyway, there are so many authors here!" 

"That's true. Mr. Bong here is a magician when it comes to figures of speech," Seo Joong took the opportunity to chime in, and Joon Soo returned the compliment, "I'm nowhere near your level, Seo Joong."

"Unlike Joon Soo, my buddy here specializes in writing rigid sentences." 

"You mean clean-cut and calculated?"

"Geun Woo writes stories that are just as depressing as he looks."

"Please don't say that out loud," Geun Woo complained, but it was swiftly ignored. 

"And then there's Choi. Yes, he's not all that pleasant of a person, but his writing is anything but. Gentle, and lovely. And don't even get me started with Dae Soo and her frightening stories. Mideum might not be the best with reasoning, but you are good at keeping your readers on their toes. San Jung. Well, what more can I say? She's the backbone of this country's literature." 

"Yep."

Unlike all the other authors who had looked perplexed by what had sounded like either a compliment or an insult, San Jung acknowledged her place with confidence. When it came to writing, she was a person who was neither yielding, nor modest. Then, lastly, Seo Joong moved on to Yun Woo.

"Last, but not least, our young, genius novelist, himself, who's more than adequate, to say the least." 

Juho felt that the word 'adequate' was far from describing him accurately, thinking that he still had a ways to go as an author. With that, he raised both of his hands and said, "Go easy on me now."

Then, Mideum slammed her beer mug on the table, shouting, "You know, my heart starts beating like crazy when I think about how these authors will portray death." 

"I've been meaning to ask, but is she drunk?"

"No way. A few beers isn't enough to get her drunk." 

"I'm telling you, I can never tell."

Sang and Seo Joon said in turn, and finishing her last bit of beer, Mideum ordered herself another glass. She was quite the drinker and seemed like she was capable of drinking three times as much as everyone else in the room. 

As Juho stared at her intently, Mideum asked as if misinterpreting his gaze, "Would you like some?"

"No, thank you."

"C'mon, now. Teenagers tend to want to try everything at least once out of curiosity, you know?"

At that, he realized that there was no way to talk himself out of the situation.

"So, would you like some?" Mideum said, shaking the new cup that had just arrived at the table with the beer. 

At that moment, Dae Soo gave her a slap on the back, "What do you think you're doing!?"

At the same time, Juho saw Sang lowering his hand, as if he had been just about to offer Juho some alcohol. 

"Yun Woo. You make sure to learn your drinking etiquette from no one other than your parents."

"Of course. I didn't even feel like drinking, anyway."

"Atta boy!" 

With that, Juho took a drink off his Coke as if to prove himself to Dae Soo, and Dong Gil and Joon Soo smiled with satisfaction. The club seemed to be made up of a healthy balance of adults who were both good and bad influences. 

"How should we go about writing our epilogues? Should we write something about the first issue?" 

"We can also publish one piece at a time."

"Hm. What should we do?"

Although the plans of publishing their own magazine were still in their early stages, the faces of the authors discussing them couldn't be happier. Planning for an anticipated future always brought about joy. 

"Oh! We're gonna need a name. What should we name our magazine? Death? Like our topic?"

"That would be the simplest and the most straightforward."

"But isn't that kind of… ominous for the name of our first issue?" 

"Yeah. Something tells me that our first issue will be our last." 

"There have been plenty of famous literary magazines like that, though."

"Well, we're just starting off. We shouldn't be thinking about the end already." 

As Juho listened quietly, he brought up a thought that rushed past his mind, "'The Beginning and the End.'"

"What?"

"'The Beginning and the End.' How's that for a title? After all, there's nothing in this world that says death marks the end of our lives." 

"Not bad…! Not bad at all!" Mideum agreed enthusiastically, and Sang Jung nodded quietly as well, looking like she had lost interest in the matter. 

After contemplating for some time, Dae Soo said, "OK. We'll decide on 'The Beginning and the End' as our working title for now. Once we come up with a better title, we'll change it then."

At that moment, the door opened, and everyone looked toward it. It was Madame Song, who had come by to greet her regulars while things were slowing down in the restaurant. And everyone greeted her welcomingly. 

"Madame Song! The food is amazing as usual!" 

Needless to say, the person who was the most excited to see her was Mideum, and Madame Song expressed her gratitude by smiling like a bear cub.

"You guys are running low on drinks, right? I'll go bring some more."

"You're seriously the best, Madame Song."

She greeted the authors one by one, and when she saw San Jung, a cheerful expression appeared on her face. 

"Oh, my! It's been ages! How's life in the mountains?"

"Good. I love your cooking still."

"While you're all here, eat up. You guys are writers, so you need all the energy you can get."

"Thank you!" 

Then, as San Jung dropped her head slightly, Madame Song turned her attention to Juho. 

"Juho! It's been a while since I've seen you too! I love that you're getting along with all these authors. How are they treating you? If any one of these people pick on you, you let me know."

"C'mon, Madame Song. You don't really think we'll do something like that, do you?" Mideum asked proudly, as if completely forgetting she had been about to offer Juho a drink.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

It was all dark, I could hardly see what was around me, I was in the living room of my house, but it looked different, it was not as I knew it, there was other furniture, everything was different.
I was in the living room of my house, but it looked different, it was not as I knew it, there was other furniture, everything was different. different places, but it was still my home, of that I was sure or almost completely sure.
sure. And out of the darkness, a small light invaded the place, along with a sound that was very familiar to me.
was my cell phone, which was ringing.
As soon as I picked it up, I answered the call.
Unknown caller
-Hello," I said doubtfully. It was an unknown number.
-I'm sorry but the old Tyler can't come to the phone right now," said a woman's voice.
woman's voice.
-Why?" I asked in a bit of a panic.
-Why? Oh, because he's dead.
End of call
I woke up an hour later, I had fallen asleep in front of the computer, my breathing was
I had fallen asleep in front of the computer, my breathing was agitated, I was scared and I had just had a strange dream, actually, a nightmare.
nightmare. I instinctively looked first at the chat, which remained open while I waited for my new friend to respond, but no answer.
I was waiting for my new friend to respond, but he didn't, it had been a long time and I didn't think he was going to respond, not at that time.
I didn't think he was going to respond, not at that moment. 
A strange sensation went through my whole being, that dream was bringing me a bad feeling and that
that he didn't answer again after the last message, gave me a lot to think about. I decided to
I decided to leave him one last message, to see if everything was all right, but this time I didn't even wait for him to answer and
I didn't even wait for him to respond and I exited the application. Seconds later I turned off the computer and left it next to my bed.
I turned on my cell phone again.
As soon as it turned on, hundreds of messages started coming in like a machine gun, now it was official.
Now it was official, all my contacts and people that I might have known during my entire life were sending me messages, including
my entire life sent me messages, including my mother and all because I will be on the cover of a magazine, sorry I correct, because I will be on the cover of a magazine, sorry I correct, because I will be on the cover of a magazine.
magazine, sorry I correct, because I was on the cover, the magazine was already online, the only thing that was missing was its physical
The only thing missing was its physical publication and that would not be long in coming.
*You have more than 15,000 messages from 875 chats.
  09:22 pm.
What!!! Over 15... I don't plan on reading all of that let alone responding to each one, it would take me a
life to do just that. At most I would respond to people who really know me,
m flesh and blood, then I will only respond to three people.

I tried to enter Andres' chat, to see what he had told me, since I had more than 30 messages from him.
messages from him. But the messages kept coming in and made the phone collapsed and the application stopped working after a few seconds.
the application stopped working after a few seconds, it was very stressful to have a phone like this, that doesn't stop ringing all the time, I can see why great artists never give out their phone numbers.
phone numbers.
*you have more than 21,350 messages from 939 chats - 10:25 pm.
After several hours people still wanted to know about the magazine, they kept sending messages for me to answer them, but
messages for me to answer them, but I don't plan to do it, there are too many, it would take me an eternity to eternity to do it. I was even about to delete the chat application, all this was making me desperate.
I had never lived a similar situation before, I didn't know how to act or how to react to this, it's something really I didn't know how to act or how to react to this, it's really overwhelming and it really surprises me to what levels people's curiosity can get curiosity of people can reach when it is a good gossip or when it is something very interesting for them, they insist until they
they insist until they find out what would have happened.
There was no one at home yet and I think it was better this way, I don't like closed spaces with a lot of people.
I am more of a person who likes to be with few people or at least alone, at least because my father almost discovered us.
at least because my dad almost discovered us this morning and I couldn't deal with that anymore at this moment and my mom... well, my mom...
and my Mom... well, I don't know what will become of her life, as she doesn't know about mine anymore either.
Sometimes I just think that no one cares about me, I say that no one would find out if someday I disappear and that it would be better that way, that it would be better that way.
disappear and that it would be better that way, but now I think about it and I remember that there are more than 900
people who are trying to know about me and I don't even give them any sign of life "How ironic".
Without knowing what to do I started playing the whole album of my favorite boyband, and I threw myself on the bed, I lay there listening to each one of them.
I lay there listening to every song on the album. As the third song of the tracklist
song on the tracklist I remembered Alisa, the first time I listened to the album I listened to it at her house,
and she, not that she hated them, but she didn't like their songs either and it was an eternal fight to play the album at her house, but she didn't like it.
play the album at her house, but after much insistence and a tantrum I got it.
And the song that was playing at that moment was the only one she liked out of all the songs they had.
they had. In the middle of all the music that was traveling and dancing free all over the room, the sound of a new notification came on, the sound of a new notification came through, penetrating every obstacle and reaching my ears.
to my ears. What caught my attention was the particular, distinctive sound of the only writing app I knew.
writing app I knew.
*you have a new message from @tayler1989 - 11:47 pm.
Until it finally occurs to this guy to reply!!!! I quickly thought as I saw his username on the screen.
username on the screen. For a second I was alarmed, thinking that he might have already seen the magazine and that that was the only reason why he was looking for me and why he was there at that moment, but it would be the only i was there at that moment, but it would be a very complex thing to happen, I had already made sure that the magazine had not
I had already made sure that the magazine did not reach the city where he lived and luckily for me, the edition where I was on the cover was a London exclusive, it would be very difficult for other cities in my country to have access to it. Other cities in my country would have access to it.



A love thousands of miles away ...

A love under the same sky ...

A love in different places ...

A spiritual love ...

A love from a distance ...

A love through Maipad!



Come and discover the story of these two persons, of this great love between, Elizabeth and Tyler.

Is it possible to fall in love with someone without meeting them in person?
Do you believe? 

What will happen?
 Because something always has to happen

Could that love be true? 
 Because it shouldn't be

Can they fight for their love?
 Why not, who prevents them from doing so 

The only thing that prevents people from being happy is death…

And, is this the case? 
How could we know, nobody knows what awaits you in the future…

 What about you, Do you believe in love from a distance?


 It all started that night after New Year's eve... 



 Is this the end of all endings?

Ira was glad they came to stay in Rai mansion. From the time of her marriage, she rarely visited the place, let alone hanging here for a few days. 

This place had a weird attachment to her. Grief sure does strange things to the brain. Past life, both her dad and brother died. But in her dreams, they were always inside or around their home. Her subconscious wanted to keep them alive here, at her home.

She had been plagued by a nightmare of her auction night when her home was sold. She couldn't save the place which held her memories, a place her dad built brick by brick. Within the walls was his struggle to grow, the house was his pride. A symbol of his trial, Tej Rai loved it. 

In some way, when the mansion changed ownership, the last string of hope broke off in her past life.

After lunch, she wandered around the place, glancing at every nook and corner as every memory invoked a warm feeling. The photos on the wall, the garden, a corner on the roof where she would squeeze in her childhood, her writing desk and books.
Her room was still the same. All grey and white. Plain and boring! Yet she loved every little thing in it.
A home is not a place ... It's a feeling! 

The comfy atmosphere around the place settled her mood. In the hall, she was watching a movie when Dad came to Vivan.

"Look here, Doesn't this model look so good?" He exclaimed. In his hand was a magazine. Apparently, he was talking about some girl in it. 

Even after stretching herself, Ira couldn't see the magazine clearly. She glanced up at Vivan, waiting for his reaction. 

He nodded!

"Yeah, like a fairy descended from heaven," he said. Vivan had a sweet smile with puppy eyes. 

"But don't you think the smile is frigid?"

"No way, it's so warm." He refused and pulled the magazine from her dad's hand. "Even her personality is great."

On hearing this ira's eyes widened. 'How do you know her personality is good?'

"This man is so conceited, opportunist, rouge." she casually took a bite of french fries. Her eyes were on the man on the screen but everyone knew who it was directed.
"Don't think about her, she is married," Tej smirked.

'He is married as well! Ira snorted. 

Pissed off she glanced at Vivan and with their eyes in contact, she split a french fry in two and bit it hard. Her eyes reeked horror yet he smiled in return.

 "Let me see 'the beauty'," She said in an irritated tone and walked to them. next moment she pulled off the magazine from Vivan's hand. 

Her eyes turned from the magazine to Vivan. Looking dumb, "A beauty indeed." she said and shrugged her shoulders.
Everyone in the hall couldn't help but laugh out loud. 

"What happened?" Tara was confused till Sia mumbled something in her ear. She laughed loud as well.

In anger, Ira flung the magazine at Vivan's face. "You ..." she turned and looked daggers at her dad.

"Don't hurt my beauty," He pulled the magazine gently caressed the face on the magazine. 

In fact, the beauty was Ira herself. She got on the first page, awarded as a businesswoman of the year. It is considered as one of the most prestigious awards for businesswomen and entrepreneurs nationwide. 
Ira who was the driving force behind their pharmaceutical business made her way to the top. 

Everything was planned. They wished o give Ira a surprise and what a surprise it was!

Ira, a cold arrogant tyrant wanted to stand at the top of the ladder at all cost which included even her family.
In the end, all she got was desolation...
She left her husband,
And everyone left her one by one.
Her child, her Father, her brother, and her mother...

Reborn a decade before at a turning point of her life, she was given a second chance.

She was pregnant again…

'The two lines on the result window of the pregnancy strip which felt like prison bars in my last life will be my wings this time.'

She caressed her belly and cried: "Baby, thank you for coming to me again. Mommy's sorry for not appreciating you in the past."
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She vomited due to morning sickness.
He wiped her mouth with his fingertips, giving her water.
"Stop! It's yucky" Ira protested. 
"It is just spit." Viv said.
"And some pizza I ate in the evening," she smiled smugly.
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