when i was in Lincoln High School in Brooklyn New York City. I was the Son of New York and led the Lincoln High School to win the New York State Championship 2 years in a row (2001 and 2002)
In those two years, I got Mr. Basketball of New York 2 times, and the best high school student in the United States and i also got other honors.
Even the Owner of the New York Knicks joke about that once i participated in the draft the knicks will pick me. 
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Happy Birthday, mommy. 
This one's for you.

With all my love,
Agatha
What happens when a non-fiction writer meets Mr. Fiction himself? The one person who will show her the other side of the world, a place that defies all her rules, where reality and fantasy collide, solving the mystery of her past. The one person she couldn't remember becomes the man she can't live without.
Julie St. Matthews is a New York Times bestseller. She collects people's experiences and turns them into words in her books.
She believes fairy tales and myths are meant for children; none of them are real. At least not to her knowledge that is, until she found a mysterious love letter in the attic one day signed with,
"Love, Mr. Fiction". 
The man who was the epitome of all things she never believed. 
Before she knew it, she was dancing with him in the dark; moving in a way that she never knew was possible. Slowly but surely, she let herself get pulled into the other side by the enchanting stranger.

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Around two hours later the event finally ends and after cleaning up, Chen and I decide to grab lunch at the bagel shop on campus. I order one three meat and cheese bagel for myself and I notice that Chen just grabs a plain bagel. 
"Is that all?"
"What?"
"No protein?" He shoots a look at my sandwich.
"Well I can't eat all that." I pinch his fleshy arm and laugh. "No wonder there's no muscle here!" He pulls his arm away and blushes, causing my laugh to awkwardly trail off. I scratch the back of my head.
"So...why Sensei?" I ask as we take a seat at one of the tables.
"Well...they refer to authors as Sensei in Japan..."
"Are you Japanese?"
"Huh? Oh no, I'm Chinese. However I do love anime - Anyway, it started out as a joke by one of my friends, eventually everyone started calling me that." He shrugs with a smile. 
"So you write fantasy?"
"Well...fiction and primarily historical, with an occasional bit of fantasy, and supernatural added in. With occasional sci-fi, romance, realism, or horror"
"Huh, so then a bit of almost everything?" I ask with a smile. 
"Well..." he blushes, then opens and closes his mouth twice. "I like to write...about dreams."
"Dreams?" I cock an eyebrow.
"Yes, I find it interesting how people, whether in the past or present, continue to have the same desires, the same wishes or dreams which are universal throughout any era." I scrunch my eyebrows, puzzled.
"Well, well take the Romeo and Juliet case. That same idea of not being able to marry who you wish because of familial constraints has been repeated over and over throughout popular culture. Take Crazy Rich Asians for example. And while it's based on a stereotype, all stereotypes have a basis in reality." I flinch, a nice Tamil girl. 
"So, what about you? What are your dreams? Becoming a writer?"
"Well..." his eyes flicker. "My family was against me becoming a writer."
"But now they're not because you're successful? So you've achieved your dream?"
"I...something like that." I scrutinize his expression but he avoids my eyes. I shrug.
"I'm a business and computer science major." He looks up and his eyes brighten.
"Oh really? Why that?"
"Well, I've always had an interest in math and problem solving, at least I prefer it to liberal arts. Eventually I just found myself naturally going into business. So I just decided to do that along with computer science. "Since," I chuckle, "as my parents continually remind me, it's where the money's at right?" I glance towards Chen and notice that he's looking down.
"Not that there's anything wrong with being a writer. I mean, you're successful." I hastily add.
"Hm? Oh, yeah."
We sit there in silence for a moment, chewing our bagels. 
"So, so you want to go into business?"
"Consulting for now, yeah. I just got hired by McKinsey, they're a firm based in New York."
"New York? So...you're going to New York soon?"
"Huh? N-"
"So you're going to New York. I should go." He sharply stands and strides out of the room, still clutching his half eaten bagel, and I watch him leave. What's his problem? He didn't even let me finish talking and he was distracted the whole time. Wasn't it him who asked me out first? Wait, was that even a date? Oh I give up. 
Sighing, I grab my phone, wallet, and keys and exit the shop.

Note: Volume 1 and 2 are two separate stories happening to different people in the same university. The characters intersect in one chapter. Then, volume 3 involves all three. 

Volume 1:
Twenty two year old Ram has got it all, he's intelligent, athletic, social, and he's just been hired by a well known consulting firm. Life would be perfect...if his grandmother weren't ill and if his mother didn't think she'd be miraculously cured by him getting an Indian girlfriend on the premise of marriage. Still, Ram trudges on...until he meets Chen. Whimsical, openly gay, and following his dreams of being a novelist, Chen is the complete opposite of Ram. Yet, he has nothing to do with Ram until a sudden accident brings them together.
Volume 2:
"I'll be your eyes." Ever since elementary school when the soft spoken brunette said that to him, looking very like the model of a super hero in a comic book, Jason hasn't been able to forget it. And as the seasons changed and everyone faced the inevitable phenomenon of "growing up" Jason kept his slowly failing eyes desperately trained on his hero, following him through high school and onto college. Now, a senior about to graduate, will Jason possibly be noticed by his hero? Or will his love life fail just like his eyes slowly turning blind...
Volume 3
Chen isn't crazy. At least he doesn't think he is. But he considers the characters he writes about real, very much so. He wants his boyfriend to understand this but it's harder than he expects until he and Ram join the literary club for their annual camping trip and...he, Ram, Jason, and Arev are sucked into the world of his books.

Somewhere out there in infinity, in an alternate universe, there is a  Donald Trump, driving a taxi in an alternate not quite New York City. Not quite parallel to or in sync with the reality we know. 
 
Justice Must Be Served זבוב על הקיר - The Xhaxahka File

 In 1983 a trio of uncharming New York City scoundrels and vagabonds made fools of one of the biggest corporations in the world. They embezzled nine hundred twenty-three thousand dollars and twenty-three cents from Technicon Optics, and they did it in such a simple, even primitive way it was a major embarrassment. It was the talk of the military establishments in The Pentagon and HaKirya.
   Heads rolled at the Manahatta Corporate headquarters. 
   Technicon Optics is a joint US-Israeli high-tech outfit that's into everything from top of the line digital cameras, miniaturization, and weapons guidance systems. And now I'm into high-profile and top-secret investigations, thanks to this case. I've been making a living working on this one case since 1983.   
   Thirty-two years. I have to tell you, this case has so many subjects that are being watched now, it's hard for me to keep up with all of it. I know I'm breaking the regulations. We're not supposed to get emotionally involved in these cases. We're not supposed to get too familiar with the involved parties. But after the murder of Jared Krassnerr, one of the three original perps, the case has become a personal crusade of mine. I supervise dozens of networked self-actuating "Housefly" info drones. I have the authority to use as many house fly drones and cyborgs as I feel necessary. I have been working on it, working on it, working on it. 
   "Justitiam esse Segor" or  הצדק צריך לשרת  is The Division's motto. And we mean it. Justice Must Be Served. My name is Jon Burge. I'm originally from Chicago, CPD retired.  I'll be narrating most of this story. I've got an entirely separate investigation going on now, one that could rock the New York and  DC establishments all because of the information  I'm developing  in this case. That case is my baby and mine alone. My therapist tells me I need to have a personal life. She doesn't understand that since the dissolution of my marriage this is my personal life. I hang out in The Greek's diner, where several subjects congregate at times. I sometimes even slip into the taxi driver waiting room at Pleasant Avenue Yellow. There is such a turn over of drivers nobody there knows everyone else. Someone who doesn't belong there, but looks like he belongs there, will not be challenged. Technicon Optics has spent millions of dollars on this case. That's money spent with two laser-sharp objectives for all time - persistently, and if need be for an indefinite period of time to come: These dirt bags must be punished in an exemplary manner, and the stolen money must be recovered. Of course, the first objective could be realized with ease were there no equally important second objective. And so, expenses be damned. So here it is 2015. The latest technology we have is pretty awesome. We can inject fly larvae with the most up-to-date miniaturized technology—I can't talk much about because I'm not privy to most of this—we can turn flies, bumble bees, mammalians and fish into the most useful cyborgs. Actually, this case has spawned a whole department at Technicon Optics. We have insect-sized drones that not only can record and transmit information, but they can gather DNA samples unknown to the donor, and carry explosive charges strong enough to demolish the average-sized living room along with everyone and everything in it. I supervise a whole squadron of these babies. It's because of office politics I'm still a foot-soldier in this game, but I think I'm actually happier this way even though I watched people no more qualified than I am that were hired after me move up the ladder. 
   Early on we saw to it that one of the trio suffered a "sudden fatal massive heart attack" in the courtroom where the three were standing trial. We had thought, (or I should say the big shots upstairs had thought) this "heart attack" would scare the daylights out of the other two and help them see reason. Apparently, they didn't get the message. These jerks probably thought this "heart attack" was an actual natural occurrence. This made it even more outrageous to the boys in the corner offices - that such idiots could have made jokes of some of the greatest minds that have been born in the USA and Israel and trained at MIT and Harvard. I think you can understand, this embezzlement should not be allowed to stand. 
   The big dogs might quietly close the case knowing  neither of these three dirtbags have enjoyed the fruits of their larceny. Right now, they have the remaining suspect in check. He has lost his mind of his own volition, without much help from us. He shows every sign of paranoia. I'll be retiring in a year with a so-so 401-K. I also have a disability pension from the Chicago Police Department. I would really like to close this case before I retire. This case has practically been my life's work - more than thirty years of my life! It would be the joy of my life to see this case closed successfully with the remaining subject incarcerated, and the money returned.  What follows is the story up till now and ongoing -  the information that we have gathered .

But first some words about the author, the narrator behind the narrators Burge and Trump. 

Who I Am.
    I'm a misfit. Black Sheep of the family. I never figured out what I was going to be when I grow up. Mainly I've done jobs no one wants to do. I don't have to work now so I went ahead and wrote a novel. I drove a taxi all over my city from one end to the other and probably up and down every single block. I must have had hundreds of conversations and interactions (including a few close calls) with New Yorkers while taking them where they wanted to go. 
    Sometimes, I made wrong turns and sometimes  I didn't understand the instructions I had been given and ended up taking people where they didn't want to go. I was a "child protection" investigator for ten years. I was inside the homes of hundreds of families and learned their stories.  I had an impact on them just by being there. I was working in that job under Mayor Giuliani and during Bloomberg's first term.  
   During those gloomy times the Administration for Children's Services, the very name of it, struck terror in the hearts of New York City's poor, immigrant and Black communities. As often as not I found myself trying to protect children and families from the system and was harassed by management for trying to do my job "by the book." Having grown up in the projects I did not need this experience to learn that poor people love their children and struggle to do what's best for them. I'll tell you the truth. Working in Emergency Children's Services  I started to question the atheism I had always claimed due to the profound faith that I saw in people who from the looks of things had every reason to be angry with God.  
   My parents raised me in Queensbridge and Ravenswood projects to  empathize with the underdogs. 
    One night long ago I was driving a taxi  during  Fleet Week. The Navy was town.  I  got into a conversation with a movie director from Buenos Aires and I had a moment of  self discovery.  I  am  a cosmopolitan.  I felt I had more in common with this Argentinian movie director than  I  had with the American sailors who had recently shelled villages in Lebanon. So, I'm 73 years old. I don't have two dimes to rub together. Yet technology makes it possible for me to publish a book. 
   Trump the cabbie is trying to get his hands on the $923,000 that his friend Louie Xhaxahka and two confederates  had embezzled from an Israeli-American defense contractor. So is the man who has been trying to track this money down for thirty-two years. One by one, the three embezzlers lose their lives to violence.  The money is buried somewhere and the investigator who has been trying to track down the money has decided to go rogue. He stumbles upon a pedophile/ephebophile prostitution ring involving a Who's Who of local national and global power.  
   While this book is inspired by my real-life experiences, it is a work of fiction. The setting is in another dimension, one I can only try to imagine.  Donald Trump is a character in several works of fiction. We know that Donald Trump is President of the United States and not a thin grey-maned and bearded taxi driver with a swimmer's physique. This taxi driver Trump has dreams.  One of his dreams is to write a screenplay that would be snapped up by Hollywood.  He meets an editor from a major publisher who suggests that he start with writing a novel and that if it were successful, the book might become the movie he dreams of authoring. We  know  that  Donald Trump and his friend Sheldon Adelson are not penny-ante  poker aficionados. They are casino empresarios. 
   In some cases I touched on actual events or New York folklore involving deceased public figures' extragalactic doppelgangers, presented in fictionalized form.  Ghislaine Maxwell, daughter of Mossad asset, Robert Maxwell, is said to be a procurer who supplied young girls for Epstein and his friends to ****. The setting of the story resembles the New York City we know, but in fact, it is in a universe that is almost parallel to ours.

Moscow.
Federal Security Service.
A man in a gray leather jacket was sitting behind an office desk. He held a fountain pen in his hand while reading a report.
Suddenly, he heard knocking sounds coming from the door.
The man looked toward the door.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a skinny man walked in.
"We have our latest report from the Foreign Intelligence Service, as well as news from the Federal Space Agency," the skinny man said as he placed the document on the table. He said, "It looks like the Chinese have indeed succeeded." 
The man sitting behind the desk began to tap his finger on the table. He picked up the document and began to flip through it.
A minute passed by.
He put down the document and looked at the agent standing in front of him.
"That's all the intel we have?"
The agent nodded solemnly and continued, "The local army patrols are too strict, there are also reconnaissance aircraft patrolling at high altitudes in the surrounding airspace. It's too dangerous to get close, so we can only observe at a distance."
The man in the gray leather jacket nodded and didn't ridicule his subordinate.
He paused for a second and stood up from his desk. He grabbed the new document, as well as the previous report he was reading.
"I will report this to Mr. Vladimir. Make sure the Foreign Intelligence Service is on the lookout. If there are any new findings, report them to me immediately.
"Especially what kind of propulsion system they're using…
"I want to know what it is!"
There was one thing Lu Zhou guessed incorrectly.
Even though the ground command center did go into chaos after discovering he was missing, after they heard that Lu Zhou was safe and sound in Skyglow, the chaos disappeared.
After all, he was already on the spacecraft, there was no point panicking.
It wasn't like they could turn the space shuttle around and make him come back?
Therefore, after Hou Guang confirmed Lu Zhou's safety, he readjusted his mindset and continued to lead the command center.
5 hours and 27 minutes into the flight.
When Skyglow was passing on top of China, they made contact with CTV through the ground command center. Just like they had planned, Skyglow sent a 25-second congratulatory video on New Year's Day.
This video was originally going to be filmed by the two astronauts. But now there were more than two people on the flight. Nie Yun and Nie Yan didn't want to pretend that Lu Zhou didn't exist, not to mention Lu Zhou was keen to participate in an interesting thing like this. Therefore, the two-person video was changed to three people.
Lu Zhou waved at the camera. On behalf of all of the astronauts and the ground command staff members, he wished everyone in China a happy new year.
While Lu Zhou was sending this video to the ground command center, America, which was 13 hours behind Beijing, finally stepped into the new year.
However, countless people lost sleep last night because of the sudden news report by Columbia TV.
According to Twitter's official statistics, during the SuperBowl, almost a third of Americans were discussing the aerospace spacecraft that was launched from the other side of the globe.
This was extremely rare…
For a long time now, aerospace was America's pride and joy, it was even part of their culture. This wasn't only because Hollywood produced so many science fiction movies, but also because ever since the cold war, no one had ever surpassed the United States in the field of aerospace.
However, the successful launch of this weirdly named aerospace spacecraft destroyed that pride.
Especially when people heard that the rumored Skyglow was using ion thruster propulsion!
Everyone was in shock and disbelief…
Especially people in the aerospace industry, engineers at Space-X, Blue Origin, and so on. When they saw the news broadcast, they could hardly believe their eyes.
NASA's most advanced ion thruster propulsion could barely send an egg into the sky. Yet, Star Sky Technology, a company that produced lithium batteries, was able to fly a rocket using ion thruster propulsion?
Could there be anything more science fiction than this?
They wanted to believe that this was just an early April Fool's joke…
In addition to the engineers at Space-X and Blue Origin, the NASA employees were also having a horrible time.
This was their time to enjoy their comfortable vacation, like taking their family to Hawaii to enjoy the warm sunshine. However, because of that damn aerospace spacecraft from the other side of the Pacific Ocean, their vacation abruptly ended.
Not just this, but ever since last night, there had been countless reporters gathered at the headquarters of NASA. People coming to work the next morning had to squeeze through the reporters and their microphones, just to get in the building.
In order to get rid of these annoying reporters, NASA held a press conference as a last resort. They invited all of the reporters to the building reception hall and gave this daunting task to a freshly recruited intern.
In the midst of the chaos, the conference began.
Because there were so many reporters there, the entire reception hall was a mess.
There wasn't any time for the presenter to speak. The reporters crazily shoved their microphones and recording pens in the presenter's face.
"Hello, I'm a reporter from Columbia TV. I want to ask you, is it true that China's latest space shuttle is using an ion thruster propulsion system?"
"Does the successful launch of Skyglow mean that China has caught up with us in the aerospace field?"
"I want to know where the taxpayers' US$40 billion per year is being spent on!"
"We did receive a briefing regarding the new space shuttle launch in China. However, they didn't specify what kind of launch technology they were using," the NASA spokesperson said. He twirled a pen in his hand and quickly said, "We will keep a close eye on this matter, but that's it for now.
"But I want to say that a successful initial launch doesn't mean anything. There's also the orbital operations, return to the atmosphere, etc. The entire launch has to be completed, for this to be regarded as a successful space flight." 
There was a small commotion in the scene.
The New York Times reporter noticed a story he could twist, and he immediately reached out with his microphone and asked, "So what you're saying is that the ion thruster technology in Skyglow is going to fail on its return? Is this NASA's statement?"
"I never said that." The spokesman opened his mouth and expressed his views in an ambiguous way as he said, "We don't know whether or not Skyglow is actually using an ion thruster propulsion system. Also, the success of China's launch depends on whether the astronauts can make it back to Earth safely."
The New York Times reporter eyes' lit up.
It wasn't just The New York Times reporter, other media outlets reporters were doing the same.
The venue erupted in chaos.
Breaking news!
NASA predicts that there is a flaw in Skyglow's design, Skyglow will crash into the atmosphere?!
The spokesman on stage was sweating, he didn't know what to do.
As expected, this intern was too inexperienced.
Even though he tried to make his statements ambiguous, the reporters still decided to twist his words.
However, NASA wasn't concerned that the press conference was in chaos. Compared to how media outlets viewed this matter, they obviously cared more about how Skyglow was doing…


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?"

It was morning and the bright orange sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon. Sakura raised her face and breathed in the fresh air. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the Statue of Liberty and in the distance New York City.
Behind her, Ned folded his arms across his chest as he watched her, a smile on his face.
Toby, who was in Sakura's arms, licked her chin. She turned her attention to him then and smiled. "Look, Toby, our new home," she said, pointing to the city beyond. The dog barked happily, and she laughed.
She was heading to her new home and her new future. At that moment, the sun rose just above her, shining down on her, which gave her an orange picturesque beauty that if anyone cared to look would have taken their breath away.
Sakura felt at peace as her serene face gazed off into the distance. Now, she was no longer Sakura Princeton. From this day forward and beyond, she was Sakura Tanaka, and she so looked forward to her new future.
"Sebastian," she whispered softly under her breath. "Darcy, please forget Sakura Princeton because she no longer exists."
Sakura knew that eventually the two men would forget about her, forget about Sakura Princeton like they'd forgotten about her before. Soon their memories of her would fade and then completely disappear from their minds. Then one day, they would meet the wonderful women who surely deserved them. Sakura Princeton, however, was not that person. Sakura Princeton never was and never would be.
"I love you both," she whispered softly.
Sakura Tanaka smiled as she stroked her long hair back, her eyes gazing off to the horizon. "I'm looking forward to next spring. It will be so interesting," she said to herself.
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New York City, One Year later, Spring


Luke Hamilton waited nervously as he stared at the painting of some cherry trees that was placed proudly in the middle of the large gallery. He couldn't understand why his boss wanted this type of painting so badly. It was just a picture of cherry trees with some green land in the distance and beyond that, the pristine blue ocean and the azure sky above. It wasn't that interesting, yet Sebastian Princeton had wanted it. Well, not that Luke was complaining about coming here, of course. Even though he had no interest whatsoever in the paintings, he did have an interest in the painter herself. And now he stood waiting for her to materialize.
And materialize she did.
"Mr. Hamilton," she called out softly, which caused Luke's heart to flutter within his chest. Speaking of the angel, he thought and eagerly turned.
Oh, God! She really did take his breath away.
She stood before him now like a queen with her very refined figure. Actually, he should be referring to her as my lady because he thought this title suited her rather well. Especially when she was dressed like this, wearing her very elegant long skirt and a white blouse that covered up to her neck, which was of course lovingly and fashionably designed. God, she looked like a Victorian lady, so elegant and, bloody hell, like a very precious ornament that he couldn't afford to touch.
Today she had her long, ash brown curls loosely braided and resting over one shoulder. As he came closer, he noticed that today her eyes were two different colors again. Her left eye was an azure-blue color, bright and shinning just like the clear blue sky above New York City on this very fine spring day. Her right eye, on the other hand, was the color of the moon on a stormy night, a mauve-gray color that he'd never seen before on any person. No, he was lying there. He had actually seen that very same odd color on one particular person. He was the young, famous game creator Darcy Princeton, who every woman desired and wanted.
"Would you like to have a seat?" she asked, cocking her beautiful head to one side as she looked at him.
"Um," Luke began, lost because she was smiling at him. Why was she was so beautiful when she smiled? Shit! What was he here for again? Oh yes, the art exhibition. Yes, that's right, and the paintings.
"Yes, please, Ms. Tanaka," Luke said, nodding furiously.
She chuckled softly, and Luke wanted to melt with joy. "Please, you can call me Sakura. After all, you've been my client for six months now, and calling me Ms. Tanaka just doesn't seem right."
Luke swallowed. "Well, I'm working for my boss. But then again, it's the same thing, isn't it?"
"Luke?" Sakura asked. "About that Japanese fashion show that is due to take place in a few months?"
"Yes?" Luke asked.
"Your sister is working for the Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana, yes?"
Luke nodded his head.
"I was wondering if I might ask for a favor."
Luke was only too happy to help. "Of course," he said, trying very hard to hide his eagerness.
"I was wondering about the fashion industry. Will your sister be able to help me with that?" she asked, her eyes on him, the two different colors fascinating him even more.
"Of course," he said. "The one that's taking place at Princeton Hotel here in Manhattan?"
Sakura paused for a moment, for the name Princeton caused her heart to jolt within her chest. "Yes," she confirmed. "That one."
Luke chuckled. "Of course. Mind you, many people are going to show up since the famous Princeton brothers are going to be there, or so I've heard." Luke moved forward, curiosity eating at him. "You're not asking just because you're interested in them, are you?"
Sakura felt her hands shake. She couldn't believe it. After almost a year, the brothers were still affecting her, both mentally and emotionally. Slowly she shook her head. "I have my own reasons, Luke."
It was her mother, Haruka Tanaka, who she wanted to meet. She knew for a fact Haruka would be there, and she couldn't possibly pass up the chance now, could she? Even if she had to play hide-and-seek with the brothers. Of course, she reasoned with herself, they wouldn't know I'd be there. Besides, they'd probably all forgotten about her by now, so she had nothing to fear.
Finally, Sakura smiled brilliantly. "Thank you," she said to Luke. "Thank you so much. You don't know how much this means to me."
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Thank you for reading Falling for Sakura. I hope you've enjoyed Sakura and the Princeton brothers' love story so far.
Sakura and the Princeton brothers' story continues in A Seductive Proposal. This book is available free on Tapas and Radish Fiction. Please go to either of those web novel apps and search for the title Falling for Sakura.
Where A Seductive Proposal Begins on:
Tapas - Chapter 88
Radish Fiction - Chapter 71
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When Sakura once again meets the gorgeous brothers, Sebastian and Darcy Princeton, forbidden feelings are awakened and old flame ignites.
 
Sakura is accustomed to being rejected, hated, bullied, and unloved. When she is taken in by the wealthy Princetons, she works hard to earn the family’s trust and love. Her endeavor, however, ultimately leads to a series of unfortunate incidents.  

Now years later, the twenty-three-year-old beauty dreads the moment she once again has to meet the drop-dead gorgeous Princeton brothers, due to arrive for their cousin’s wedding. Dodging their very presence is next to impossible since the brothers are attracted to her like moths to a flame and thwart her escapes at every turn. This leads to ungodly, tempting situations, awakens forbidden feelings, and ignites old flames that have been suppressed and lying dormant for many years.

When she finds them competing for her, she is torn between Sebastian Princeton, the brother who loves her and watches over her from a distance, and Darcy Princeton, the brother who was once her best friend and now secretly yearns for her forgiveness and her love once again.  

PLEASTE NOTE: Falling for Sakura is a reverse harem romance, so expect the beautiful, sweet heroine Sakura to end up with more than one man.

Falling for Sakura is part of The Princetons Series. Sakura's story currently have 3 books, with number 4 coming out late in 2020.

Please check out Sakura's book at the author's offical website www.alexiaxbooks.com (or google search alexiaxbooks.com)

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CYBOTS IS ALL ABOUT TRAGEDIES THAT HAPPEN IN NEW YORK CITY WHERE 5 PEOPLE MEET AND START WAR THEN 3 AMONGEST THEM BECOME ROBOTS AND EVENTUALLY SAVE THE WORLD FROM THE MOST TOUGHEST VILLAINS.

BOOK BY; GABRIEL TEMBO, EMMANUEL KABWE, PRECIOUS KABWE & ESTHER TEMBO

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STARRING
NKONGE NKONGE
KENNETH MUKUMBA
GABRIEL TEMBO
DAVID SICHIMWI
MWIINGA MAYUNI
NCHIMUNYA NKONGE 
EMMANUEL KABWE 
PRECIOUS KABWE 
SMART TEMBO
ESTHER TEMBO 
PRISCILLA CIYENA 
MAZUNDA LUPENGA.

ORDER OF BOOKS

CYBOTS 1 THE ROBOTS BEGIN
CYBOTS 2 BETRAYAL
CHRONICLES OF ABRIEL SCOTTS
CYBOTS 3 REVENGE OF THE FALLEN BETRAYAL
CYBOTS 4 RETURN OF ALPHABOT
CYBOTS 5 IT ALL ENDS
CYBOTS 6 FINAL CHAPTER 
BONUS BOOK: CROSSOVER LIFE ON EARTH X

Action 
Drama 
Fiction 
Sci-fi 
Violence 
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5 people come together and form a team that later on expands to save the multiverse and worlds from the master of all universes and villains sent by him. they face a very strong villain who intends on killing thousands of people including the team and it's up to the team to defeat the villains and save the multiverse from getting erased from existence forever.

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[Enjoy your journey make it as fun as posible] said the dragon and he touch my forehead with his gigantic diamond like claw, and than world became darkness again before I could ask how to activate my power .

when the light returned slowly I opened my eyes. but I noticed the situation was still the same I was still in the white room with the mighty dragon. I feel confused and disappointed to start raging on my chest, I think I can immediately enjoy the feeling of being in a fictional world

[Are you confused? ha ha ha look at your face! really an impatient young man, before I could send you before you thought about asking me how to activate power right? so I paused your departure ha ha ha] said the dragon happily

"You are really childish and naughty for someone who is called true neutral! humph" I replied

[What do you expect from me who bored since Time is born!] said the dragon

"Okay master dragon, so how do I activate the power that you gave me" I asked

[Very easy, you only use your imagination about the power of dragons that you have witnessed in fiction, how do you try now here!] said the dragon

"imagination? Are you sure I can use it here?" not yet had the dragon answered I immediately tried my new strength.

"FUS RO DAH!!!"

immediately the dragon should be mighty now being thrown backward and temporarily ragdolled far away until he looks like a point.

"Fiuh it turns out the power is functioning" while pretending to rub sweat

[OF COURSE IT IS!! WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU USE MY POWER AGAINT'S ME!!] the dragon suddenly reappeared and yelled at me

I immediately dogeza and apologize
"I'm so sorry Oh Mighty Dragon, i don't really think the power is working against you, I didn't do it for litle payback because you laughed at me earlier" while holding a grin.

[Okay i forgive u, don't repeat it again and stop smashing your head on the floor and remove the grin on your face] said the dragon 

and while later

[Now you go litle deep sh*t!! ] said the dragon while touching my forehead again

when I started to be able to see again i see horns of new york skyscrapers and below my feat is Flatiron Building roof 'Oh Shit'  before i can think use fly from one of many dragon fiction gravitation do its job make me fall 

"NOOOOO!!" out of fear I forgot that I could fly

*BOOM!! i fantasticly fall like banner in his incredible hulk movie very painful bone broken and blood flowing out my body, i think regeneration power of hydra make me heal my broken hurt body and then i use stealh power of Stealth Dragon from HTTYD before get out the hole, 'Karyuu No Houkou' to the hole to make poeple think its just pipe blow up and destroy my blood, I don't want s.h.i.e.l.d to know my existent yet.

I walk to back alley and cancel my stealh, looking my self not only my clothes ragged it full of my blood, i burn it and make new clothes with Io creation. Depressed because of the mighty dragon's treatment, I could only sigh and get out of back alley.

looking around i could see newspaper and magazine store. I decided to approach the store to make sure I arrived in the MCU world.

March 7, 2009 displayed on newspaper not only that the front news filled with news about Billionaire Tony Stark has been missing for 3 weeks!

'Tony Stark!! yes i finally come to MCU world!!'

a young man died after saving a unique species of Draco from a fanatical devotee of the Tiamat cult. he did not expect to wake up in a borderless white room  in front of a mighty dragon.

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