Roselind didn't bother responding to her father. It wasn't like anything she said or done would change his mind. She played with her breakfast for the remainder of the meal. 

"Since you're visibly unwell, you don't have to accompany me to the company," Jacob Pearce said once the entire family had finished their meal, except for Roselind who always appeared spaced out.

Jacob had gotten used to that ditzy expression of hers whenever she was with the family. He couldn't blame her. 

Roselind was the only child of his first wife that still remained at home. Gwen and Lucy were always welcoming when it came to Roselind, but her thoughts were always elsewhere.

"Did you hear me?" Jacob asked, his lips dipping into a frown at her lack of response.

Roselind blinked. She raised her head from the mess on the plate to her father who raised a bushy brow. 

Jacob Pearce was getting old. When he scowled, lines were beginning to form near his mouth. How long has it last been since she saw a genuine smile from him? Despite the crow-lines besides his eyes, he had never once looked proud of her.

"Yes, I did. I'll stay home," Roselind repeated. 

"Good. I expect to see you in my private study once you're finished with breakfast," Jacob said as he placed his utensils then and stood up.

Gwen stood up shortly after her husband and casted a bright smile to both Roselind and Lucy. "Enjoy your meal. Your father and I have something to discuss."
Roselind nodded. Lucy pouted.

"So, can I go today, mom?" she sullenly asked, widening her eyes into a puppy stare.

Roselind raised a brow. Lucy Pearce was always a free-spirited child who got whatever she wanted. It was strange to see her asking for something in such a pitiful tone. 

Gwen hesitated. She glanced at her husband who had already abandoned his family at the dining table. He was making his way up the stairs, never once looking back.

"Fine," Gwen said with a reluctant sigh. She spoiled her children way too much, Roselind included. Speaking of her step-child, she couldn't help but glance in Roselind's direction.

Everything about Roselind resembled her birth mother, except those eyes of hers that shone brighter than the emeralds found deep within a jungle. No matter what Roselind did, she excelled in, but when was the last time this girl was happy?
Gwen's expression softened. She had raised Roselind to the best of her abilities. Never once did she ever raise her voice or demand something from Roselind. Why was Roselind Pearce always depressed?

Gwen Pearce frowned. She knew the answer to that. The problem seemed small on the surface, like a tree, but below it were neverending roots. 

Gwen snapped back to reality when Roselind spoke up.

"Where are you going, Lucy?" Roselind asked as she placed her utensils down.

Lucy noticed the untouched food that was disfigured from Roselind's boredom, but she didn't speak up about it. "Don't tell dad okay?" she whispered, leaning in. "There's a new club that opened and everyone is talking about it! All of my friends are going."
Roselind slowly nodded, remembering something about the said-club. She couldn't recall the details very well, but knew many of her peers were also raving about it. Supposedly, the vibe and atmosphere was different from the rest.

"Want to come?" Lucy chirply asked, "It'll be fun, I promise!"
Roselind touched her neck and glanced to the side. Her attention landed on Adam who kindly smiled back at her. His eyes resembled the moss found in the edge of a forest, warm from the sunlight. 

Roselind knew Adam had always served the Pearce. The head butler was the same age as Jacob, and the two were childhood friends. She wondered how Adam felt. Adam had a child and wife at home, but spent more time in the Pearce mansion than anywhere else in the world.

The most peculiar detail was Adam's lineage. He bore the Pearce family name, but lived with another family. 

Roselind remembered how confused she felt as a child. Adam Pearce was technically her Uncle, but the illegitimate son was never claimed by the Pearce Patriarch at the time. 

She wasn't surprised. Her paternal grandfather was a heartless man who didn't accept illegitimate children.

"Well?" Lucy excitedly said, grabbing one of Roselind's hands, gently squeezing it reassuringly. 

Lucy squared her shoulders, "If you're worried about men who barely pass as a solid five on a good day, don't worry my beloved sister!" 

"I will behave as your knight in shining armor and cockblock all of them!" she added on.

"Lucy!" Gwen gasped at the absurd word that came out of her daughter's mouth. "That's improper."
"We're in the twenty-first century, not the medieval times," Lucy huffed. She grabbed onto Roselind's shoulder and shook it. "Come on, please?"

Roselind couldn't help but smile at her step-sister's persistence. She reached forward and pinched the young girls' adorable cheeks. Despite their age difference of five years, Roselind couldn't help but baby Lucy.

"How can I say no to such a cute thing?" Roselind teased just as Lucy let out a squeal of delight and threw her arms around her.

"Yay! It'll be so fun," Lucy gushed. "Rumor has it there will be A-List celebrities there. Oh, and some old friends from our high school. But well, they'll mainly be your friends more than anything, but still—mmph!"

Roselind had shoved a croissant into Lucy's mouth. With a slight smile, she ruffled her younger sister's hair. "You're getting too worked up so early in the morning."
Lucy happily chomped away on the sweet and buttery bun. "I can't help it," she said in between bites. "It's been a while since you last went to a club—" she paused, her eyes widening. "Wait, I'm so sorry Rosie, I didn't mean to!'
Roselind���s smile became strained. She shook her head and patted Lucy on the cheek before standing up. "Don't stress it, Lu, I'll be fine." 
Gwen anxiously fiddled with her necklace, watching as the light dimmed in Roselind's eyes. How long had it been since that incident? The one that ruined Roselind's self-esteem for the rest of her life.

Gwen let out a sigh. The past was always hard to forget. It was a demon that creeped up to us in the worst of times. They were the monsters under our bed, keeping us awake. Except, monsters didn't exist within our childhood. They were real and walked amongst us.

Gwen Pearce, out of everyone else, would know.

"Where are you going?" Lucy asked, grabbing onto Roselind's hand like an eager puppy missing her owner.

Roselind shook her head in amusement at Lucy's shifting behavior. Sometimes Roselind wished she could live a life as carefree as Lucy. It was a lot easier being the youngest of the family, than the unwanted middle child.

"To father's study. Want to come along?" Roselind asked, even though she already knew the answer.

Lucy scrunched her nose and cringed back. "Ew no, I could never. He'd probably lecture me about reading more books instead of magazines. I can't help that I'm not as studious as you. Every nonfiction book is like a bedtime story to me."
Roselind let out a laugh. "Coming from the honor student, I find that hard to believe."
Lucy simply shrugged with her silly little smile. "Go go, I wouldn't want to keep our grouchy father waiting."
Roselind nodded. She turned to Gwen and the two exchanged a knowing glance. 
"I'll be downstairs if you need me, sweetheart," Gwen quietly murmured, knowing her husband often took things too far. She anxiously stood at the bottom of the staircase, despite the fact that she was supposed to discuss something with her husband as well.

"Don't worry, I won't strain myself for his sake today," Roselind said.

Gwen knew that was a lie. Roselind Pearce was an overachiever. Reluctantly, she nodded her head. "I hope you will keep that in mind."

Everyone watched as Roselind climbed up the staircase and disappeared down the hallways.

Discontinued. 

[Potential Revamp: Uncertain for now.]

"Do you think this guy will die in the end?" Charles, leaning on Sienna's shoulder, pointed at a character name on a novel that Sienna read. They just finished eating their lunch together a few minutes ago, before they sat back on the bed and read a book -or more precisely, Charles was watching Sienna read a book.

"Who would read a book in which the main character died in the end?" Sienna rolled her eyes. She actually loved the main character in this book a lot and hoped the main character becomes strong. She felt bored so she chose to read a fantasy, fiction book.

"Why? It would be interesting that way," he said, confused. Charles was not the kind of person who liked to read a fiction book. He was busy enough with his work, so he didn't have time for other things unrelated to his works. When he was younger he was also liked to read a nonfiction more than reading a fiction book -in fact, sometimes he still read those heavy and thick nonfiction books if he had the time.

"So you are saying that it's okay if the Demon Lord wins and destroyed the world?" Sienna pointed at the image of the Demon Lord drawn on the cover of the book.

"Why not? Even if he dies, there will always be another Hero popped up, right?"

"You have a strange logic... Anyway, just shut up with your comments. I want to read this book and you are annoying me now."

"How am I annoying? I was just telling you my opinion. You are so not cute." Charles held Sienna's chin and made her turned to look at him.

"Dunno. You are just annoying. And yes I'm not cute, you could go and find a cuter girl out there," she said coldly, then turn her head away.

"Why would I do that if I have you? Who cares if you are not cute?" Charles wrapped his other hand around Sienna's waist.

Sienna slapped Charles's hand and shifted her body away from him. She looked at Charles, who smiled coquettishly. She felt that they are truly incompatible, like a cat and a dog. She really couldn't understand how the hell they ended up as a couple.

'Why did I accept him when he confessed to me?' she thought, feeling the whole thing was really inconceivable no matter how she thinks about it.

"Hey, did I accept you right away?" 

"Huh? Why the sudden question?"

"I just thought that we are really incompatible, we even fight for every little thing."

"Ah, you are curious? Hmm... I didn't know about you, but that was one of the reasons that made me attracted to you. Don't you find it fascinating, to find the similarities in the midst of our differences?" Charles asked her with a dazzling smile. 

Sienna really didn't know how to respond to this question. Was this what she was thinking when she fell in love with him? Did she even love him? She didn't know. What she knew was: she felt strangely comfortable around Charles now, even though they often bicker about unimportant things. But she was still not sure about love.

"Don't think too much about it, it doesn't matter if you love me or not right now. Sooner or later you will fall for me again," he said with confidence brimming on his face. 

Sienna thought: 'Isn't his confidence is too over the top?' 

"Uh.. okay then," she responded without too much thought. She suddenly felt really sleepy now, probably the medicine effect kicked in.

"Sleepy? Sleep then." Charles took the book in Sienna's hand and tucked Sienna in with a blanket.

"Emm." Sienna only replied with a mumble.

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"Sienna, you can't go anywhere again," the man said with a smirk on his face.

Sienna was out of breath from running so long, so it took her a few seconds before she could speak. "Who.. who are you people? What do you want with me?" 

Sienna knew she had to find some help as soon as possible or something bad will happened to her. But it was really dark and she could not find a single soul except for the people in front of her. 

"Hehe.. you don't recognize me? I'm hurt, you know." 

Sienna squinted her eyes. The face of all the people in front of Sienna was blurry, she couldn't recognize any of them. But she felt like she definitely heard that voice before, but she just couldn't remember who.

"Wha... what do you want? If you want money, I will give you as much as you want." Sienna kept backing away then felt her back against the cold wall. She was panicked and really scared.

"Money? Haha. Do you even know who paid us? It wa..s...." The voice fading in her ears, she couldn't hear the last few words. Everything blurred, fading into the background. She could only faintly see the shape of the mouth of that man but couldn't recognize what words he was saying.  

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"Hah.. hah.." Sienna woke up drenched in sweat. She could hear her heart beating so fast it almost burst out from her chest. She gasped for breath as if she had done a strenuous exercise.

'What was that? Is that my memory or just another nightmare? But who are they? When did that happen?' Sienna felt that it was too real to be a nightmare, but she was also not sure about that.

"Nightmare again?" Charles handed a glass of water to Sienna, which interrupted her train of thought. She took the glass and drained it quickly.

"Why are you still here?" She saw that it was almost six in the afternoon. She slept for quite a long time.

"I can't?"

"You can." Sienna felt it was better to have someone by her side for now.

"Then, can I sleep here tonight?"

"No. Don't try to take advantage of me."

"Hmmph who would take advantage of you?"

'Obviously, you,' Sienna thought in her heart, but she didn't say anything. Her hand was still shaking a little, so she put the glass on the side table and hid her hand under the blanket.

"Hmm? Your cold is gone now. I guess that medicine is a good one." Sienna also noticed she didn't feel sick now. 

"I'm gonna take a bath." She felt a bit sticky from sweat and really need a warm bath right away.

"Want me to help?" 

'Thump!' Sienna threw the pillow to Charles face hard then swaggered away to the bath without even bother about Charles anymore.

Sienna woke up with her memory missing. She could not remember anything nor she could recognize anyone. Yet Charles appeared and claimed that he was her lover. What was Charles true identity? Will she ever gain her memories back? 


Genre: romance, psychology, mystery
Update: 2-3/week

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Illustration by: Mujiha
Link : mujiha.blogspot.com

Author note- I'm just going to say it here first, English is not my first language and please, if you hate bad grammar, don't even bother reading this story.4
Warning before you start reading
Please, if you don't know anything about this series, please go and watch or read the series. If you are a person that only watch the anime, there going to be a lot of spoiler for the series. If you care about the story please go and read the series on webtoon, but if you don't care about the series then feel free to read this story.8
Tog information- I will make this part as simple as possible so please bear with me.
The tower itself- Just imagine it like a dungeon in video games. It said that you can find anything on top of tower. If you want to go up the tower you need to clear the test that the test administrator set. For the record, the highest floor that they reach in the series is floor 134th. But there is no recorded of how many floors the tower have or is there even a limit.
Regulars- This the term that people used for people who are climbing the tower.
Ranker- Regular will become ranker when they were be able to climb to the 134th floor. They will be rank like a video game board, where the lower the number the more powerful the rankers are. High ranker is also a term used for the 1% of rankers who are in top 1000.
Test administrator- It for a ranker who responsible for creating and look over the test.
Floor guardian- In each floor there are floor guardians. These guardians are the thing that regulars and rankers make contract with so they can used shinsoo in each floor. You can also made a deal with the guardians as long as it acceptable. Example of this is how Jahard made a deal with the guardians, where he will become the king of the tower in exchange, regulars or people who come from the tower will not be able to kill him.
Irregular- This is the term used for people who 'open' the door of the tower by themselves without getting invite from Headon. There are only 4 irregular, 5 if you count that blonde bitch and 16 if you also count the head of the 10 great families and Jahad.44
(There are 2 more but I will not said it because it will reveal major plot and I mean MAJOR PLOT in the series.)5
Irregular are deem very dangerous because they can use shinsoo without making a contract with floor guardians and they can also pull off a feat that no normal ranker can do.1
Example of this will be how, Enryu was be able to kill floor guardian, where before this are rumoured to be immortal and turn that floor into 'floor of death'. But the thing that make irregular dangerous is because they are only the few people who can kill Jahad.3
Jahad and his gang of friends or partners or associates or the so-called great warriors idk - Jahad is the king of the tower and his friend who climb the tower with him become the head of 10 great families.2
Princess of Jahad- Frist of all they are not Jahad children. They children that are from the other 10 great families that got injected with the blood Jahad himself. This is the reason why Jahad princess are quite OP because they got a boost from jahad blood. And, if princess of jahad become ranker, they will be granted with the 13 months series. There is also a system where princesses of Jahad will do a battle royal and the who won will be granted with the 13 month series.
There is also a rule where princess of Jahad is not allow to have any children or any love life. The reason is because of the blood of Jahad in their body. And if the princess do have kid the child will be like a curse child (I think)2
13-month series- In a laymen term, they are super weapon with spirit like zanpakuto from bleach. They even have bankai but they call ignition in this series.2
Shinsoo- To make it simple, it the definition of anime magic in this series. It can do nearly everything that you can think of. There even a rumour, where they said that Enryu(again) was able to create life's using shinsoo.6
A/N Please if any of this is wrong or you want to be added more just leave a comment on it.
Now for the part from madoka box. I will be only using the power from that series and that power is all fiction.
All fiction- The best way to describe this power is, it can turn ''something" into "nothing" as long as it not living thing. (Just saying it here but no he cannot turn concept of shinsoo into nothing entirely because obviously)
Nonfiction- It the power that turn back ''something" that none fiction turn into "nothing" or in simple term, turn it back to normal.1
A/N Just like before if you think you don't understand this and how to explain this better, then leave it in the comment or you can just go search on the internet I don't care.
Also, if you think he will get imagination manifestation and book maker like Kutagawa then you are wrong. The reason of this is because I think it will be too OP like really OP.
Appearance for your boy main character In the comments

Some random dude got a chance to reincarnate into the world of tog as a irregular. God said that, he can have 1 set of power of any fiction. What will happen if the power that he choose is the power that can denied aspect of reality, the power of "All Fiction"

Note: I do not own both tog and madoka box series or image or video used in this story.


WARNING THIS TORY IS NOT MINE AGAIN 

here is the link 
https://www.wattpad.com/story/232561212-tower-of-god-x-oc-adventure-of-reincarnator

"After my trip, I will get back to work and my everyday life. In Los Angeles, I was lucky enough to cooperate with three beautiful celebrities."
The locals were enlightened. Cooperate with three celebrities? This explains all the rumors. He sure is handsome enough to be liked by three celebrities. 
"Will you release a music album? Are you good at singing?"
Qin Guan smiled like a gentle breeze in the restless summer. His smile comforted the audience.
"That’s not my goal. I like my job, but no one is perfect!"
His fans felt sad, but they cheered up again soon. Our idol is too busy anyway.
"In the following days, I will be attending another film audition. Today, I had a rare day off, so I came here with my girlfriend to have fun on the beach and watch the outdoor Shakespeare play."
"Did you like the play?"
"Of course!" everyone echoed. That was the power of a free play.
"It was my honor to participate in this play today. Only personal engagement can make people realize an actor’s hard work. Look at my T-shirt. It’s soaked in sweat. These great, unknown actors play here every day, trying to show you the greatest plays in the world."
"Tell me, were you moved? Shall we give them our best regards?"
"Of course!"
"Of course!"
"I hope the whole audience, my fans included, will ignore my presence. Please show your appreciation to these lovely people and their splendid performance!"
"As for me, I’ll go look for some food with my beloved."
There was laughter and sighs all around. Before returning the microphone to the director, Qin Guan suddenly recalled something.
"By the way, in order to thank my fans, anyone who watched this play will get a poster with my signature from my fan club’s website by showing their postcard. The offer will be valid for one month."
The depressed girls cheered up again.
"Ha ha! I got three postcards! Keep your cards, dad and mum!"
"It’s unfair. I’m not a tourist!"
"Silly girl! There are some geeks on that website. We can flirt with them!"
"Good idea!"
The director took the microphone and embraced Qin Guan warmly. He got a postcard with the number eight and a 100-dollar bill pinned at the back.
Best wishes to artists all over the world...
...
The trip back to their hotel was uneventful. Qin Guan was driving as fast as he could. Thanks to him, the drama group had received their biggest donation that year.
Besides, those plain postcards had suddenly started increasing in value. Local fans tried their best to get some extra cards from the tourists.
After dining and wining to satiety, Qin Guan fell asleep. Actually, he would be happy performing anywhere.
He woke up the next morning with a satisfied smile.
Cong Nianwei would pack and return to New York alone, while Qin Guan would attend the audition in Los Angeles. This was his most important job before returning to New York.
If fortune favored him, he would get some good roles in Los Angeles and start his journey in commercial films. Gold and silver were not afraid of fire, but they needed to melt on the stove first.
"Mean Girls" was a teen comedy with a small budget. No special effects or famous stars were involved in the film. The actors had been selected from inexperienced candidates. The female leads had already been decided.
The director had failed to find the hero from the actor resumes though. This was because the film had been adapted from a nonfiction book called "Queen Bees and Wannabes". The writer, Rosalind Wiseman, the scriptwriter, Tina Fey, and the director, Mark Waters, were all looking for a handsome actor.
As soon as Qin Guan arrived for the audition, he got a reality check.
The audition had been deliberately decided to be held at the school where the film would be shot. There were children playing sports on the grounds.
The female actresses were getting acquainted with the environment as Qin Guan and Qu approached Mark.
"Hello, director. This is Qin Guan. He is here to audition for the role of Aaron."


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

The three children working on the Lego castle heard some thuds and other loud noises coming from downstairs but nobody was crying so they ignored it.
"This has to be the worst babysitter we've ever had," Violet sighed as she put together a turret.
"Probably," her twin agreed. "I hope Aunt Jen and Uncle Cameron come back soon."
They all turned toward the digital clock in the room. It was only 9:02 PM and the party wasn't supposed to be over until 10. It would be a while yet.
"I hope Mom and Dad don't run into Grandma and Grandpa Hale," she said worriedly.
Violet had been thinking about this a lot since she found out the party was to celebrate Hale Investments' 100th anniversary. The company had their last name on it so it had obviously been in the family for a long time.
Dad never talked about his parents but she deduced they were alive somewhere because Grandma Hall was dead and Mom talked about her all the time. She obviously missed her mother. Dad didn't seem to miss his parents at all.
She had wondered why for the longest time until she overheard a couple of her teachers gossiping in third grade. They had been whispering about how she was one of the secret children from a big scandal eight years earlier.
Apparently, her dad took over the company by force to kick his father out because he didn't approve of her mom and wanted him to marry someone else. After hearing that it all clicked into place. That scary man her dad argued with the day he took her to work back in preschool must have been her grandfather.
Not that Violet cared. She had no desire to see someone who disrespected her mother or didn't approve of her or her brothers' existence.
Noah tilted his head in confusion. "Why wouldn't you want that?"
"We've never met them," Kaleb explained. "My dad hates them."
"Only because they hate us and Mom," she added quickly.
She didn't want Noah thinking her dad was simply being petty. He had definitely made the right choice. Violet loved her family and couldn't imagine it being any different than it was. Her parents were perfect together; anyone who couldn't see that was an idiot.
"How could anyone hate you?"
Violet smiled at the earnestness in her friend's voice. He seemed genuinely offended on their behalf.
"I think it's because Mom isn't rich," Kaleb said with a shrug. "I've heard people talk about Dad before. Apparently he was a pretty big deal before we were born."
"He's still a pretty big deal, dummy. Don't you know he was the youngest Fortune 500 CEO ever?"
He frowned. "No. How do you even know that?"
"Don't you remember when Dad had to give that interview for a business magazine? They gave him a copy and I happened to read it. Dad is super smart; he's practically a legend in the business world," Violet said proudly.
She thought it was pretty cool her dad had accomplished so much, especially since he did it for the sake of their mom. Apparently he had always been a mushy romantic. Just looking at the way he acted around his wife and children you would never suspect he was such a big shot.
Kaleb raised an eyebrow at her. "You read something from a grownups magazine when you were like six? Why am I not surprised."
Violet stuck her tongue out at him. Her brother was always teasing her for how much she loved to read. She would read anything she could get her hands on, okay?
Fiction, nonfiction…it didn't matter. Books were how she survived being alone at school. Sometimes she sat with her brother and his friends at lunch but they were so noisy. She typically preferred spending her lunchtime in the library since fourth graders and second graders had different lunchtimes and she couldn't hang out with Noah.
She had actually run out of interesting books to read at the elementary school's library so her mother started taking her to the public library every week to get more challenging reading material. Violet always kept one or two of those books in her backpack so she wouldn't get bored.
"I think it's cool that you read so much," Noah said absentmindedly as he focused on building the Lego dragon.  "You get your homework done faster than anybody because of how fast you can read. I'm jealous."
This was true. Violet and Kaleb had roughly the same amount of homework even though they had different teachers and she always finished hers in one fourth of the time that it took him. He had complained about it more than once because she got to go play while he was still working at the kitchen table under his mother's watchful eye.
She shrugged. "You say that but kids call me a freak for finishing workbooks in class so quickly. Sometimes my teachers think I'm cheating on tests too. I'm not though; I'm just fast."
"Well that's dumb. They shouldn't give you a hard time for being smarter than them," Noah said as if it should be completely obvious. 
That's exactly what she thought, even if she wouldn't admit it aloud. Her mom always told her it wasn't polite to brag when she said things like that.
"People don't like what they can't do themselves," Kaleb said gruffly. "That's on them, Vi, not you."
Violet felt an overwhelming surge of affection for her brother. Normally he wasn't so great with words but she definitely felt his fierce love for her from those words, even if they weren't conventional. She leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Thanks, Kal," she said with a bright smile.
Kaleb turned red. "Don't do that; it's embarrassing!"
She couldn't see what the big deal was. Cheek kisses happened all the time in their family. He didn't seem to mind when Mom did it. Then again, she normally only did it at home. Noah was watching.
He didn't seem happy about it either. A sulky expression made its way onto his face. "Where's my kiss? I said basically the same thing he did!"
"You're not my brother," Violet said as she rolled her eyes.
It was completely obvious. Mom said you weren't supposed to kiss people outside your family until you got older, advising her to save it for someone she was in love with. She couldn't even imagine something that far off.
Noah grumbled but didn't have an adequate response for that so they went back to building the castle in silence.


Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot.  [No, she did not win the lottery!]  At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. 

She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over  backward to fit into his world.

One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign.  A divorce paper...

"She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility."

That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath.

Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story.  Not!]

For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self.  A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband.

Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs.

Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her?  Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more...

Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story.

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

After a long day of sightseeing, Hazel was in the middle of working on the line art for her comic when Will suddenly broached a question that shook her to her core. 
"Do you want kids? You never said."
Did she want kids? Once upon a time she had. Now…
 Children deserved to be raised in peace and safety. Without knowing what Will had been up to during the sixteen years they were apart, there was no guarantee that something wouldn't come back to bite him later. 
More importantly, any child they had together would carry Charles Thornton's blood. Will had obviously turned out alright but Hazel wasn't sure she could risk it. Or bear the emotional burden of giving birth to the grandchild of the man who killed her parents. 
She had barely been able to come to terms with Will's identity because he loved her and had always treated her better than anyone. She wasn't sure she could do the same thing twice. 
"I hadn't really thought about it," Hazel lied. "But I don't know if I'd make a very good mother, all things considering. You?"
He seemed relieved for some reason. Perhaps her concerns and his weren't too far apart. Which begged the question of what he had done that made it so he didn't feel safe bringing a child into the world. 
She had tried really hard not to let it bother her but sometimes she couldn't help but wonder what he had done to survive during their time apart. Runaways usually don't have the most stable lives. 
"I think our life now is wonderful and there's no need to mess with a good thing," Will said lightly. 
Interesting. Did he not like kids or was this related to his past? He had been very good with Cara Lansing the time she got lost. 
Hazel supposed it didn't matter one way or another. Whatever his reasons, they were on the same page. She was a bit disappointed because she used to hope for a family but she had already decided she would do anything to be with the one she loved. 
Besides, she didn't really have any experience with children or how to entertain them or celebrate holidays or anything like that. Her life had been devoid of such things. 
Children should be born into stable environments. A relationship built on a lie was not stable, as much as she hated to admit it. Her feelings for her husband were the only thing carrying her through at the moment. 
Hazel had already decided that she would stay with Will no matter what but she didn't anticipate him telling her about his past any time soon. If ever. He was a fanatically private person. 
He probably thought she would leave him if she found out the truth about who his father was so everything about his past was off-limits. It made her sad that he would think that way but she understood it. After all, she had been tormented by her decision to stay after learning that. 
If he had just explained himself though…no, there wasn't a guarantee she would have been able to come to terms with it any sooner than she had. Seeing how good life with him could be over those few blissful months of ignorance had been what clinched it for her. 
Still, Hazel wished her husband trusted her more. She had given him everything she had. He seemed to know everything about her. Was it so terrible for her to want the same? 
"Hazel?" Will prompted. 
She had been too lost in her thoughts to remember to say something to his declaration. "Sorry, I was spacing out. I agree with you."
He smiled, once again seeming very relieved. Was he really that afraid of being a father? "There are still so many things for us to do anyway. That would be hard to pull off with kids in tow. Where do you want to go on our next trip?"
Always thinking ahead, wasn't he? Will was a planner. That was one thing she did know about him. Hazel couldn't think of anyone else who would start planning another trip while still on one. 
She gazed at him with a fond expression. Even if he was secretive, there were still things she knew about him. 
He was efficient. He had a sweet tooth. He didn't like mushrooms. He slept better when he was cuddling her. Reading had been his escape when he was younger and that desire to learn never left him. 
He was a naturally kind person and whatever he had experienced in life hadn't taken that away from him. He liked pineapple on his pizza. And he was talented at anything athletic. 
These things weren't much. Most of it was from her own observations rather than things Will had told her but it was better than nothing. You had to learn to be a bit more observant when you were in love with someone so closed off from the rest of the world. 
"Why don't you pick this time?" Hazel suggested. "Where would you like to go?"
Surprise flitted across his face. "I'm…not sure. Let me think about it."
Didn't everyone have somewhere they dreamed about going to? Especially someone like Will who read so much nonfiction. Or…had he not thought about it because he was happy to go wherever she wanted to?
That sounded like something he would do based on all the new information she had gotten on him recently. In a weird way, it was kind of sweet. He was always thinking about her first. 
Hazel put her iPad down and walked over to where he was standing, wrapping her arms around his waist. "There really isn't anywhere you want to go? Try thinking about something you want us to do together and a place where we could do it."
Will kissed her forehead and sighed contentedly. "Honestly, I'm good with anything anywhere as long as it's with you. But I suppose it might be nice going to Italy. They have a lot of amazing architecture there."
She smiled up at him. "There. Was that so difficult?"
He shook his head and leaned down to kiss her. Hazel's senses flew away from her as they kissed, completely forgetting about the line art she was supposed to be working on. Will had that effect on her. 

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

"Where am I?"

Neo Felix opened his eyes confused, the last thing he remembers is that he had a lot of fun with the woman, who he had brought to his home last night and next he is in a white room in front of a screen

[You are chosen to be the protector of your multiverse]

"Wait wait wait, is this like those transmigration novels in which I am the protagonist?"

At first he thought he is just dreaming but it was just too real to be a dream.

[Yes, that's correct]

"Who are you, why did you choose me and what the hell do you mean by protector of my multiverse?"

After all though Neo was a millionaire and super smart, the millionaire part still came from his father's company and he just spent most of the time with women, his friends and just being lazy he didn't think he was special enough to being 'special' in a multiverse.

[I am the consciousness of your multiverse, as for why I chose you though your earth isn't the center of your universe it is the center of the multiverse and you were chosen at random from the people from earth, protection means exactly that- protection although the multiverse itself cannot act due the the primordial laws, there is a loophole in which a multiverse can choose a person grant it power and even if the disputes between multiverse rarely take place it's still good to take precautions.]

"Okay...and what kind of power will I get?"
[like in marvel there is lady death which is embodiment of death, you can choose a concept from which you will lord over and get your power from, though not on the scale of just marvel but millions of time larger and you will not be bound by the concept like lady death is, so what will you choose?]

"Although I am tempted to choose magic, it isn't present everywhere like on earth and if I'm going to get power from the concept it must be something present everywhere and it should be a major one..... but first, you said that a conflict rarely happens so what should I do after all you can't expect me to do nothing and stay in this white room do you?"

[Of course not, you can just travel anywhere in the multiverse as you please it's one of your privileges,
your privileges also include 
choosing a time to go in a universe with a background (can only be used once per universe), stopping time in a universe when you go for another, a status screen to keep up for your progress, eyes of revelation skill, and talking to me whenever you want ]

"Alright I decided I will be Lord Sin(the seven sins- pride, gluttony, envy, wrath, sloth, lust and greed) the seven sins are present everywhere and in large amount so I will be pretty powerful."

[ Okay so your base power will obviously be very high and as time goes on it will increase as you keep getting power from your concepts, you can say status to show a status screen]

"Whoa!! I can FEEL myself getting powerful...i.its just intoxicating... okay so...status"
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Name:Neo Felix
Title(s):
Lord Sin:Control of all seven sins. 

Protector of the multiverse: Can teleport anywhere across the multiverse, choosing a time to go in a universe with a background (can only be used once per universe), stopping time in a universe when you go for another, a status screen to keep up for your progress, eyes of revelation skill, and talking to the multiverse whenever you want.

Health:∞(exists as long as the concept of sin)
Mana:999,999,999,990(1,000,000,000/s)
Strength:99,999,999,999
Vitality:99,999,999,999
Dexterity:99,999,999,999
Intelligence:99,999,999,999
Wisdom:99,999,999,999
Charm:∞(lust is a sin ;)
Luck:You are normally independent of fate but it is works in different ways when skill of greed is in effect

Skills:

Pride:The more you let your pride take over you the more strength and vitality increases.(active)

Wrath:The angrier you are the stronger you are.(passive)

Greed:Makes it 80% easier to get something (or someone) if you really want it.(passive)

Lust:Makes your charm infinite,can control your charm status, never have affection with opposite gender fall below zero and always start with 20 affection (yeah yeah keep reading you will get it)(passive)

Sloth:Cure ANY status effects, injuries, etc, by sleeping.

Envy:Can make concept of 'stealing' what is someone else's much easier.

Gluttony:Can choose to take someone's stats and skills after defeating OR killing them, can choose what to take.

Eyes of revelation:Can understand everything about anything. Can choose to see it like stat screen.

Basic, Intermediate, Advanced and expert level of:Magic/martial arts/maths& science & technology, etc, due to stats reaching a certain threshold
.
.
.
.
.](stats isn't the only thing for example if Neo called upon the powers of sin he will be much much stronger than this)

"Wow that's a lot of stuff...and I like it."

[Do you have any more questions?]

"Yes, how strong are the "chosen ones" or as you say "protectors" of other multiverses?"

[You are right now one of the stronger ones if we only look at when everyone's start point, you chose an excellent concept to start from so you are ahead of even some of them who started much before you but obviously there are others who are ahead of you as well, Of course if we don't have any conflict with other multiverses that's for the best.](oh and for the people who didn't understand Neo is from earth and the multiverse is naturally all the fictional nonfiction etc,etc worlds, there is only a single protector for a multiverse and Neo is the only one for this one)

"I got everything, so I can go wherever I want right?"

[Yes]

Okay then.. so let's start with....
Marvel







 



  







Disclaimer:
It's a fanfic I don't own anything except my OC's etc,etc.


It's just a wish fulfillment fanfic about our MC going to different fictional world's.


First world: Marvel


WARNING
The MC is going to be OP from the start.

There will also be a Harem(big one) and R18 scene's.

This is my first time writing and English is my second language, so please go easy on me.

The day was bright. It was very sunny outside, and most of all, there was peace in V12's heart. 

Mr.Walter was gone. Until a new teacher was going to be assigned, our classroom was at a break, and V12 decided to sit down on the bench, to enjoy the sunlight, to enjoy the birds chirping around singing their love songs for each other. It was indeed a beautiful day for the boy, as he has now slain a vampire that had considerable influence. Plus, a free break was always good no matter who you were.

"You're V12 right?"

A cheery, high pitched voice came through to V12's ears in which the boy immediately looked at the source of distraction.

It was A143. 

"H-h-h-hi." 

V12 was rather annoyed at the fact that his peace was disrupted, as he really wanted to stay by himself, but regardless, he wanted to stay calm and collected. After all, making enemies isn't very good.

"I knew it! And it was true that you have a stammer too!"

'What an annoying little brat.' V12 thought to himself. A143 was always the popular girl, famous around her peers, with all the boys and girls talking about her. Short and bright red hair with bangs. Sapphire eyes that were deemed hypnotic. The boys especially loved her D-cup breasts that would show through her tight school uniform that was undersized. 

Of course, she knew exactly what she was doing.

"H-h-how can I h-h-help you?" 

V12 didn't want attention. He was surely being ignored and isolated by the people in his academy, but he preferred that. Too much eyes on him would make his planning a lot harder, and a popular girl especially would not only earn the looks of the girls who were close to him, but also the jealousy and envy of the boys which he was sure he didn't want to deal with. 'It would be a pain in the ass if I have to purposely take the blows' he thought.

"I just...wanted to talk to you, that's all."

A143 sat down next to V12 and gave him the eyes of fondness. 

At that moment, he could detect it. There was something off about this girl. 

"I-I-I d-d-don't k-k-know w-what to t-t-t-talk ab-b-bout." 

V12 wanted this situation to be over, as he intuitively knew that staying with A143 for a long time won't be so good for him. As if A143 read the situation, she got closer to V12, finally grabbing him by his arms and pressing it against her breasts. It always worked with boys, and she was sure it was going to work with him too. 
"I've got a few subjects for you. Oh, how about this?" 

A143 wrapped her arms around V12 further, and got her lips by her ear. Seductively whispering, she said something that caught V12 completely off guard.

"About what you were doing on the festival night with A44." 

A143 let his arm go, jumped off the bench and stood in front of him, and gave her the sweetest, most bubbliest smile. That sent chills down the spine of V12. 

"Follow me to the library. Don't say anything. Let's talk there honey!" 

V12 had no choice. 

A143 may have to die.

*

Nobody went to the academy library. It was an unpopular place. It had many books, fiction and nonfiction, full of agendas against humans and propaganda for the vampire society, and most of the books weren't even that good. At least, to the student's eyes. Certain books, when they reached the academy were heavily censored to the point where it hurt the book's quality and continuity, and that didn't really help at all to make the library an attractive place.

V12 and A143 sat together by the table, with A143 again, wrapping her arm around V12, but this time, with a paper notebook and pencil in front of the boy. 

"I'm going to whisper some questions to you, babes." A143 said as her fingers ran circles around the chest of V12, "You're going to answer only in a few words- yes or no if you can. If you lie, I'll tell the principal about what happened that night."

V12 thought it didn't make sense. Why would she come to him right now to confront? If indeed she ratted on him and in return V12 got punished, it wasn't like A143 was going to go scott free. After all, it would mean that Mr.Walter died for no reason and A143 let that happen.

But as if A143 read through his exact thoughts, she would say a series of things that, in V12's mind, would come across as evidence of her hidden insanity.

"My soul, my body, my everything is for the vampire society. They can do anything they want to me. They can kiss me, they can take me by my body and treat me like a dog, they can kill me if they want. But what about you? It seems like there's something you're hiding. Do you mind dying? Do you mind being stopped? Because if you do, then play with me for a bit, babes, wouldn't you?"

V12 understood immediately that she wouldn't be convinced by any sort of logic. He picked up the pencil on the table, and wrote the word.
-YES.

"Good boy. If you keep being a good boy then I might give you a reward too. So keep it up okay?"

'Get me out.' V12 thought, 'this situation is so bad.' 

Would it be the time for V12 to kill A143? No. V12 knew that this wasn't the time. Although the library had no one, it was connected to the hall, and A143 was completely attached to him that it would be hard to not leave any blood splatters and even if V12 went for a bloodless death via choking or breaking her neck, the popular girl would surely get the people around her closing in to him somehow. 

-YES.

V12 wrote on the notebook after his little thought.

"Were you close to A44?" 

-NO.

After thinking for a while, A143 simply chuckled. Her eyes were now much sinister, and much more threatening. She decided to shake V12 up a little.

"I'll get straight to the point." She spoke with a mischievous flair.

"Are you planning on destroying the vampire society?"

In a world where vampires rule over and oppress humans, a vigilante called 'The Silent Ripper' arises that go around to kill those who treat humans as livestock. 

Hiding his combat skills and genius under a stammer and timidness, V12 looks to change the world and protect humanity from complete vampirification.

Adam proudly showed off his car and Abby felt her heart burst. Too cute! How was she supposed to handle a cuteness attack of this level?
Katie mock whispered, "He shows it to everyone he likes."
It was official. She melted into a puddle of sentimental goo. Her nephew liked her right off the bat! He was very trusting considering his mother barely told him they were family, which proved he was a happy and well-adjusted kid.
What kind of childhood did he have living out here in the middle of nowhere? Katie had obviously commissioned that toy for him but what about his other toys? Were there any picture books? What sorts of things did little kids even do in this world in the absence of a playground?
"Who made it for you?" Abby asked, gesturing to the car.
Katie was a bit embarrassed. "Ah, I got one of the carpenters who moved here from Rowenhilde to do it. He made a few others toys like this for him and other kids started wanting them too so now there are wooden cars all over town. We even started selling them in bulk to the merchants who pass through here after one of them bought one on a whim for his grandson."
Wow. Such a small thing ended up widespread because she wanted something familiar for her son to play with. Abby couldn't help but wonder exactly how much influence her sister had managed to have on this world by accident.
She was very curious about Katie's life here and wanted to know more. Seeming to sense this, Katie excused them (Al and Blaise were still deep in discussion) and showed her around the house.
In addition to a modern bathroom, there was also a fairly modern kitchen. There wasn't a microwave or a proper fridge but Katie explained that there was an ice box of sorts in the cellar outside for keeping things cold.
Adam had a few more familiar toys as well. His wooden car wasn't the only vehicle he had. There was also a wagon pulled by a wooden horse and a rudimentary truck. He had a teddy bear too; stuffed animals did exist here though bears weren't the most popular. Most children had stuffed rabbits for some reason.
There were also wooden blocks to build towers and bridges with. Everything else appeared to be carvings of various animals found in the mountains, such as deer.
"You guys use a lot of wood, don't you?" Abby asked dryly.
Katie shrugged. "We're surrounded by trees; lumber is one of our best resources. Wait until you see the wooden playground I convinced someone to build! All the kids in town love it."
She was fairly certain she knew what kind of playground her sister was talking about. When they were younger, they visited a historical park where the playground was almost entirely made of wood and shaped a bit like a castle. They used rubber and plastic a little bit for slides and rope courses but that was it.
Her sister wasn't the most creative person in the world by any means but she was full of a lot of random knowledge. Getting other more talented people to act on that knowledge had yielded quite the results and she had hardly seen anything yet.
"What other things have you convinced people to make for you?" Abby asked in awe.
It was a lot more than expected. Katie told her how this started when she was still back in the palace because she wanted sweaters and fuzzy pajama pants to get through the winter. While she was still there, she also commissioned a hat loom to be made so she could crochet.
Abby already knew that because of the novel, as well as the attempts at pizza and hamburgers. What she didn't know was everything that happened after coming to the Kanta region.
Since coming here Katie had worked together with a variety of people to create street lamps, light bulbs, a hydroelectric generator, children's toys, swing sets, different types of handy kitchen utensils such as oven mitts, and more. She even managed to improve on the makeshift snow clothes she had made back in the palace.
She also created the concept of a public library and recruited a few talented minds to help her create fun little picture books for children. The children's books that existed here were almost entirely of the educational variety, aside from a few traditional stories that were meant for older children to read on their own.
When she realized she was pregnant not long after moving here, Katie refused to let her child live in a world without age-appropriate fiction. She found a few people who were good at drawing to turn traditional oral children's stories into book form.
Under her guidance—apparently she had read a ton of Wikipedia articles about the history of crayons, colored pencils, and markers out of boredom while laid up in bed several years ago—a few innovators had managed to recreate those as well.
The first books made solely for the Kanta were painted or colored in with markers or crayons. but once they began mass producing them and had to use a printing press they were all too bulky. Once the traders found out about these books and wanted some for their own children, the business grew. 
There was now a full printing press/publishing office set up in town. They used engraving plates to mass produce illustrations and had to use colored pencils to color everything in by hand because they were the thinnest tool available. 
Katie confided that the Kanta became much more involved with the outside world largely because they needed to trade for materials to help recreate things from home but that it had ended up benefiting everyone involved. Unbelievable. An entire economy set up because of the desire for some kids' books.
Abby was astounded by how much she had accomplished in such a short time. A mind like hers had been wasted back in their world.
She majored in political science because it was one of the shorter programs and her health made taking on more than twelve credits per semester difficult. She had no idea what she wanted to actually do with her life and ended up taking the first part-time job she could find post-graduation.
A benefit of working in a school is that you have a lot of time off. Three day weekends, spring break, Christmas break, summers… Katie admitted that she went with that job in no small part because of all the time off for doctors' appointments, physical therapy, and plain old recovering from exhaustion.
Her time was entirely consumed by going to work, going to the doctor, and consuming as much media as possible. Because she was a curious soul, instead of wasting all of her time on Netflix like some people she primarily focused on nonfiction.
Her memory for details was incredible. There was no way Abby would have been able to remember enough about random things like crayons and markers enough to actually make one later.

Katie Pullman, a chronically ill girl who spends her life immersed in fiction, suddenly finds herself inside a novel she has read. Thrown right into the thick of things, she desperately tries to keep the plot intact but happy endings aren't always as they seem...

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

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