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!”

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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*

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*

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*

Carmen and Finn exchanged a glance after Alex left. That had been a rather out-of-the-blue conversation. 
Based on what little she knew about love from her television research, she had assumed that Alex and Claire were in love already. He had given up everything to be with her. Was that not proof enough? 
"…what do you think about romance, Carmen?" Finn asked suddenly. 
"What about it? It involves a lot of things we do already, doesn't it? At least according to what I've seen on TV. I don't know how accurate that is since I now know there is a difference between fiction and nonfiction." 
They held hands, cuddled, and kissed. They had replaced the bunkbeds with a single bed like the ones they had back in the hotels a couple of months ago as well so they could cuddle while trying to fall asleep and that had led to other things Carmen didn't quite have a name for. Things she liked a lot. 
"That makes sense," he mused. "I was wondering because I thought you might prefer adhering to the customs of the outside more fully."
"Like what?"
"Well I heard about these things called dates after class a few days ago. It seems that people that hold affection for each other go out and do activities together. And that people who only go on dates with one person refer to that person as their boyfriend or girlfriend. I think that is the kind of romance Alex was referring to."
Carmen smiled at him. She was fairly certain she knew what he was getting at. "Are you saying that you want to take me on a date?"
"Yes. We care about each other and plan to stay together so that would make you my girlfriend. I should take you on a date. Or several when you have the time. When on the outside, do as the outsiders do," Finn said casually. 
She twisted around to kiss him. That sounded wonderful so she couldn't help herself. He had never dived into the culture of the outside the way she and the others had so this meant a lot to her. He was using a social construct they used because he wanted her to feel like anyone else would. 
Eventually she ended up on his lap during the kissing process and when they finally broke apart for air she stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. "I would love that. Thank you Finn."
He smiled softly at her. "I'm happy when you're happy so there really isn't a need to thank me. Don't you still have homework to do though? You should probably get something done before you go to class later."
Carmen had been in the middle of a math assignment when Alex first arrived but she couldn't do that so easily when staying close to her newly self-proclaimed boyfriend. She had some reading homework she could do instead though. 
She got up briefly to get her textbook before resuming her position on his lap to read. He wrapped his arms around her and hummed contentedly as she leaned back against his chest. 
This was nice. She could stay like this forever. 
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So they thought Alex should experiment, huh? He highly doubted he would be able to get away with that because Claire actually knew about romantic love even if she had never experienced it for herself. She would never let him try. 
He shouldn't have bothered with their opinions in the first place. Ray was the one who had successfully managed to marry a normal woman who knew about emotions long before he did. 
If he could ever find a time to corner him alone. It wasn't as if he could show up in the middle of the day either…unless he figured out which weekday Ray had off in exchange for working on Sundays. 
That might work. He could ask about potentially coming over then because he had questions. He had never been turned away when he had questions before. 
Slightly reassured, Alex was able to head home and watch more anime until Ethan's bus arrived around the corner and he came sprinting up the front walkway. He wanted a snack and helped himself to half a box of graham crackers dipped in milk while watching a kids' movie on one of Claire's streaming services. 
Sometimes he could be relatively easy to please. But without a doubt he would want to do something fun with Claire when she got home. 
She wouldn't be able to get away with this for much longer. She started school on Monday and would have to head straight to campus from work without them ever seeing her. She would most likely arrive home around the same time they did after the gym closed for the night. 
As predicted, that was exactly what happened. Ethan turned off his movie the moment he heard the sound of the garage door opening and rushed over to greet her. "Hi Claire! Did you have a good day at work?"
She smiled sunnily at him and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the top of his head. "I did, thanks for asking. How was school?"
He began chattering on about his school day from the things he learned to the friends he hung out with at lunch and Alex felt distinctly disgruntled. Once again he was wondering why only Ethan was cute enough to get kisses like that. 
That feeling he didn't like that made him feel both like he was suffocating and like he was free as a bird was back again. He knew it had something to do with Claire but that was it. He hated not knowing things, even if his thirst for knowledge wasn't quite as desperate as Carmen's always had been. 
Claire finally turned her attention to him once she had taken her shoes off and set down her purse. Her smile for him was every bit as warm as the one she had given Ethan and that warmth flooded through him from head to toe. 
"Hey Alex. What have you been up to today?"
It was the same question Finn had asked Carmen when he got back to the house. She had asked him that countless times but it never struck him quite the same way as it did today. 
"I hung out with Carmen and Finn for a while and watched anime before Ethan got home. That's really it. I need to figure out something better to do with my time or I'm going to go crazy with boredom," Alex confessed. 
"I'm sure you'll figure it out," Claire said reassuringly, patting his arm as she passed him. It wasn't a head kiss but it would have to do. 


Your typical boy meets girl love story...if the boy was a highly trained super soldier and the girl was a target he was hired to kill. Six knew there was something different about Claire Conway the moment he laid eyes on her but he never would have guessed how she would turn his entire world upside down!

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

"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

Articles about sex scenes in books usually fail in one of 3 ways. They often:

Give such a short love scene that you're begging for more but can't find a longer excerpt online
Feature Romantic or Erotica novels with busty men or bodice-rippers on the cover
Offer sex passages from the classics (D.H. Lawrence, anyone?) that everyone knows and has already read (what's wrong with modern sex writing?)
The sex scenes below are literary fiction. But don't run away! They're really good sex and really good writing, and yes, those things can be combined. I'll prove it to you.

Just read the first couple of excerpts below and you'll find steamy, romantic, arousing sex writing. Writing that doesn't make you cringe from bad prose. Writing that offers a number of pleasures to be had — psychological, word-play, beautiful descriptions. These are some damn fine love scenes in books.

Before we get there, a quick quiz: What is the difference between erotica and sex in literary novels?

In erotica, the sex is never bad.

It's always vagina-blowing, cock-swelling fantastic. 

But in the excerpts below, sometimes the sex scenes don't go as planned, or one of the partners wants something he is not getting. It's not all roses and multiple orgasms. In short, it's more like the complexity of real life, which sometimes arouses you and sometimes depresses you.

Writers, read these sex scenes in books and learn! Don't fall into the trap of writing terrible sex scenes and earn yourself a nomination for the Bad Sex in Fiction award. Glean from this wisdom. Study and prove yourself approved. As Steve Almond has recommended, if you want more insight into how to write sex, there's no better text than the Song of Solomon.

I also have to make a pitch for a nonfiction work that features some of the sex scenes in books below: The Joy of Writing Sex. (For those of you who are old enough, that's a clever play on the famous 1972 book, The Joy of Sex).

And for those champions of diversity who are going to try to VIDA count these excerpts according to the diversity of sexual acts, please know that I tried my best to choose racy novel excerpts that illustrated a wide range of human sexuality. If I did not happen to hit upon your specific form of sexual entertainment, I humbly apologize in advance (but seriously — there must be something here that entertains you)

report this, please. I'm 12 and this is all porn

I panicked. Here I was. Purposeless. No reason to live. Nothing to give, nothing to do. My life was pointless. I lived through hell to gain freedom. Now I had gained it, I had no purpose.

A deep realization dig into me. I had nothing to live for. I started contemplating life, looking for a meaning to myself. An answer to what I could do. I did not know.

I was shackled by nothing, yet that trapped me in another prison. I was born with no ties to the world. No reason to do anything. I thought, 'CALM DOWN! YOU ARE OVERREACTING!! THINK DAMNIT THINK!!!'

Then, I truly understood something. I was free. Truly free. Nothing to hold me down. I could do whatever I want with my life. Anything was better than that hell. I could legitimately truly live from now on.

So I decided, since I had so much time. I decided to do what the man who's memories I had wanted to do with his life. He wanted to lead people out of misfortune. So I went to the local library and read every book on philosophy. Surprisingly, I remembered each word of each page of each book. I decided to just read all the nonfiction in the library, except for history, because after reading nearly the full library, I thought to stop, so I decided to fuck history, and left.

I learned a bunch of shit I did not need to know. I read a bunch of dictionaries. Filled with words that I may never use in a fucking lifetime as all I like to do is swear like a dumbass.

There were too many books about qi. I read them ALL. I started thinking of more and more ways to make stronger effects with less qi. Thought of some that blew me up later and thought of some that saved my ass later.

There were also basic sword books. That day, I became the most mediocre man at literally everything except history and learning. I was best at learning things to do with studies of the world and shit, not emotions and common sense. Luckily, my memories were of a pretty good person. Named As Hol. He gave me a sense of emotions, otherwise I would've been a fucking robot for probably months later until I learned science and stuff, where by then, I would probably make something to implant memories of how shit works

Also, since I had memories of emotion, I was able to pick up philosophy, though it was still kinda hard.

I walked out of the library feeling more ready for the world. Then I collapsed because poison is a bitch. That spider poison may have left me alive, but it still fucked me over at the time.

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Within this black void. I exist. Why am I here? I don’t know. What is my name? I don’t know. Where am I? I don’t know. 


Why do I exist to bother asking?

Why do I exist to bother?

Why do I exist to?

Why do I exist?

Do I exist?

Do I?

———

Within an endless abyss, a spirit wondered. 

———



God was an endlessly far away concept in a place like this. After all, it didn’t seem likely god exists if this place did.



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On the first day, In the first night, there was nothing but darkness and nothing, and in the middle of time and space, an angel was sitting alone because not even heaven and hell were there and nothing from life or death was there.
The angel sat down and was waiting for her time to die, but that day never comes and she only looks at the abyss of nothing and only her was there... The punishment of being immortal is that you can't ever rest with your family and friends.
The angel was waiting and waiting... And nothing happens and she couldn't do anything about it, but a voice from a strange man in her back of her mind spoken to her and said.
"My dear Angel, what are you doing sitting alone in this dead world?"
"Nothing... Just waiting for my time to be gone from this universes"
"The universe is empty... No... I know what happened... The beast has awakened and fiction and nonfiction got erased from everything and there's only you... You should've been dead when he woke up."
"Well news flash, I'm not dead... And I'm sitting in the corpses of time and space waiting to see if it runs once again, but every eon I waste... It's hopeless."
The voice inside the angel continues to talk to her and said.
"Then you must be the angel that he was talking about... The beast was alone and wanted a character to talk about his dreams with and he made one exactly like him and... Maybe even more superior than him."
"And who is this beast?
"The Blind Idiot God"
"Don't tell me that Lovecraftian beast is actually real"
"It is and it wants to have a word with you"
"How about... No"
*Sigh* " Well then if you insist, but before I leave... Do you want to go somewhere first?"
"Well... I got nothing else to do"
"Wonderful!"
The voice took the Angel to a weird place that she read it once in a book and she was not surprised at the place.
"Welcome to a forgotten place"
"Yeah, Yeah, This is The comic book limbo, but in other words... The Author's limbo."
"That is correct... The limbo of forgotten dreams and hopes... Were author's lost their will to write, draw, and even animate something... Every story and character is in this place and because of it only you can remember them... From the forgotten ones to the ones that everybody knows and of course... You do have the ability to make stories and characters in your mind"
"Can I?"
"Of course... You made me"
The Angel looked around and saw the limbo of Author's and she heard the voice telling her that she made him, but she doesn't remember making anything at all, but she is taking the advantage of this new power she got.
"Well... I can make anything from a thought? If so... Can I go to different places?"
"Well... Yeah"
"Good... let us go back"
The Angel returns and looks around the darkness and with a blink of her eye, she created her universe and everything she remembers she created 100 universes with their own infinite time and space.  
The Angel created her own universe that is outside of fiction and nonfiction... Outside of the beast dream, because he didn't dream about it and the whole place is outside of everything and anything and then she waited from eons and eons once again and saw her creation with a smile on her face.
"Well done... This looks amazing, just take a rest"
"I'm not tired... This is just the beginning... I'm going to go beyond!"
The Angel created everything from the omnivore to the multi-verse to dimensions to galaxies... Everything was set, but she needs a dimension for her... She then created a dimension that she could see everything and she calls it " The WatchTower" She created an entire world in that dimension and created a comic book shop that contains every single comic, manga, and novel from around the actual world. She can feel and see the people reading, breathing, and moving, she can go throw the panels, and the writing of this world... Universes.
She researched them and their powers... she created snow globes to see how powerful they are against her avatars... Others won... Others didn't and she puts all of the snow globes of these characters from their respective universes against her avatar and only twelve percent only took down the avatar and she does research on how powerful they truly are... To the weakest version... To The strongest version of them.
The days pass and the people of the angel universe were trying to surpass her.
"This must be the place... Like the stories brother"
"Indeed we have, brother."
"There she is... The beast."
"Let's take her down, brother!"
The two brothers quickly rush at The angel, but the two immortal omnipotent beings got erased from existence.
Another day an avatar tried to do it but got erase with his abstract form with it.
"This is getting boring"
"Well... hey... Didn't you said... That you had brothers? Why don't you bring them back?"
"That's a wonderful Idea! Let me bring them back!"
The Angel quickly brought her brothers back and with tears in her eyes, she saw them again.
"What!? Where are we!"
"Calm down, Seikatsu... This place looks different"
"Well... Right... It's okay... Not that edgy of my taste, but looks great"
" Oh, hey! Uchū!... Why are you crying? You look older? 
"Hey, Uchū... You look tired... Why don't you take a rest?"
"Hey... Guys... We look much older and who are those people behind you, Uchū?"
"Behind me? Oh, that? Never mind that, just trash in my way and if you excuse me"
Uchū with just by lifting her finger erases the two beings from existence.
"Oh... Jesus"
"My god..."
"Ok, That was cool... I want to try that!"
"I miss you guys!"
Uchū ran and hug the brothers with tears dropping in her eye with joy and happiness, she told them everything about what happened... They all look at each other and Seikatsu said.
"You know? We can rule in different places... You know...?"
"Yeah and that's why I made places for you guys!"
"Guys... We are gods now!"
"Now that's more like it!"
The two brothers left to their places... Except one.
"So... You're God now huh?"
"Well, you can say that, Shinku"
"So everything we have done in our lives was a complete waste?"
"No... It's just... That they always need to end, Shinku"
"Uchū... I know what you are doing... What is this going to bring? Nothing"
"I just wanted to see you guys"
"No, you didn't want to see us... You just want to see how much longer can we survive in the vacuum of space... You will always be a monster out of all of us, Uchū."
"We are monsters, Shinku"
"We may be monsters, but life turns us like this and we can't change anything from our life; doesn't matter on how you look at it... We can be monsters, but we still have a soul, unlike a human who turns us like this."
Shinku left Uchū in her place and never return... The other brothers going to even enter the place on how powerful it got in the years by and how much powerful Uchū got in the years as well.
Present-day:
"Well! Would you look at that! The Keeper was the one to finish the blow! Honey? Why are you not impressed"
"It's nothing, it just that... God... I have never felt this feeling a long time ago"
"What feeling? Honey! What are you doing!"
"What? I'm just... Hungry... That's all"
Uchū was bitting her finger off and eating it every time she fixes it"
"I'm just... Going to eat something"
She bounces on Craig and began to look at him differently... Her eyes have died in her eyes... Her mouth was drooling and her teeth were revealing razor-sharp fangs and another jaw in her throat.
"Honey... Let's talk about this!"
"I'm sorry... I can't hold it much longer"
She began to decapitated, Craig with her mouth and swallow his head and entire body without hesitation at all."
"God damn... Now what? Oh... It's you"
"Well... That didn't go well at all"
"Oh shut up and find me more"
"Right, but remember that your sister is still looking for her"
"Yeah, yeah I know that... I'm just... I don't know... Get me more"
"Understood"
As the right hand of the angel left, she only began to think what can her sister do if she finds her? But with that anticipation and with a smile on her face, she was excited to see what would happen when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

The Universe is a big and mysterious place and what happens if the universe has an End? When Gods and Goddess can't escape and only one has the Key to leave the bottomless pit of the universe. Follow The story of Ugro The Bright Knight in an adventure across the universe finding anything to escape the bottomless pit of the universe even if he has to kill the whole universe for it.

The art I took from pinterest if anyone knows who is the original let me know.
The Schedule of Devil's Den is Monday, Thursday, and Friday( If it takes longer is because I'm sick or something happens)
The Chapters length: 1,000-2,000

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