I..... am Dame? Is that what they call me?
Is that my........Name?
(Dame - Japanese of Hopeless or Vain)
You.........  What is your Name?

Notre—Dame de Paris, Prancis, XX April 20XX.

Sebuah bangunan yang berdiri megah di sekitaran Kota Paris yang digunakan dan menjadi salah satu destinasi wisata bernama, Notrw de Paris atau yang biasa disebut Notre-Dame Cathedral atau Notre-Dame. Destinasi ini beralamat di 6 Parvis Notre-Dame - Pl. Jean-Paul II, Paris, Prancis.

Terlihatlah tiga pemuda yang sedang menikmati bangunan dengan gaya arsitektur French Gothik architecture, dengan Maurice de Sully sebagai pendiri bangunan ini. 

"Wow, it's cool man! Gue gak nyangka ini benar-benar keren, nuansanya kayak bangunan jaman dulu ya?" Pekik Raffaela dengan berjalan mendahului Leo dan Caesar yang masih berada 50 Cm di belakang Raffaela. 

"Yoi bener banget! Keren sih Ini!" Sambung Leo yang juga takjun dengan nuansa keren yang tercipta di bangunan Notre Dame de Paris. 

Mumpung bulan ini adalah bulan April. Bulan April memang sangat tepat jika kita pergi ke Prancis dan mengutari Kota Paris. Karena hari ini adalah musim yang hangat bahkan berbunga. Terutama di tempat ini, Notre Dame de Paris—akan ada tempat di sekitar sini yang akan menunjukan berbagai keindahan bunga sakura. 

"How? Isn't that great? I will tell you the information about this building later. If you know, I am quite familiar with the history of this building." ("Bagaimana? Bagus, bukan? Ntar gue bakalan ngasih tahu informasi mengenai bangunan ini! Kalau kalian tahu, gue cukup paham dengan bagaimana sejarah dari gedung ini!") Ujar Caesar kepada Leo dan Raffaela yang tengah memandang takjub sekeliling mereka. 

Mengenai Caesar, Ia telah menjalankan janjinya kepada Leo dan Raffaela di mana janji itu terucap pada saat Caesar bertemu dengan Leo dan Raffaela untuk yang pertama kalinya. Jangan lupakan mereka bertemu saat berada di pesta penyambutan untuk Cloning Deluxie. 

"Yeah, Paris doesn't disappoint with its beautiful buildings!" (Yeah, Paris memang tidak pernah mengecewakan dengan bangunan-bangunanya yang indah!") Puji Raffaela yang terlihat senang. 

Kedua pria tersebut—Leo dan Raffaela—menikmati keindahan Notre Dame de Paris dengan baju yang casual. Mereka benar-bebar terlihat sedang liburan. Tidak menggunakan pakaian yang secara terlihat bersifat resmi. By the way, lokasi Nitre Dame de Paris ini tidak begitu jauh dari Menara eiffel dan tempat tinggal mereka berdua. 

"Yes, I agree with Raffaela. Btw you're so cool if you know information about the history of buildings in this Notre Dame de Paris!" ("Yoi banget,  gue setuju sama apa yang diucapkan Raffaela. Btw, lo juga keren sih kalau lo tahu tentang informasi sejarahnya gedung Notre Dame de Paris ini!" Tambah Leo yang juga memuji bangunan di sekita Notre Dame de Paris sekaligus memuji pengetahuan Caesar yang Ia miliki. 

Apakah kalian bertanya mengenai keberadaan £D? £D sekarang masih nerada di Hotel. Seperti biasa dirinya selalu saja merencanakan sesuatu saat Ia akan datang kembali ke Jakarta besok! Kalian mau tahu apa rencananya? Kita tunggu saja bagaimana £D dengan rencananya di luar nalar itu! 

Mendengar perkataan Leo yang baru saja dilontarkan karena Ia memuji Caesar, membuat Caesar tertawa karenanya. 

"For your information. The Notre Dame de Paris building is a building that was established since 1163. And it was only opens in 1345. Well, this building is a catholic cathedral in medieval times." ("Hanya untuk informasi kalian saja. Notre Dame de Paris ini adalah gedung yang didirikan oada tahun 1163. Dan baru saja dibuka oada tahun 1345. Nah, gedung Notre Dame de Paris ini merupakan katedral katholik pada abad pertengahan.") Jelas Caesar memberikan informasi dasar yang Ia ketahui mengenai Notre Dame de Paris ini. 

Mendengar penjepasan yang keluar dari mulut Caesar, sempat Raffaela dan Leo terpana dengan penuturan Caesar yang mengerti mengenai pengetahuan sejarah dasar dari bangunan yang ada di Notre Dame de Paris—Sebuah tempat yang sedang mereka pijak sejak tadi. Pandangan Leo dan Raffaela memang tidak bisa leoas untuk berdiam diri jika hanya harus memandang salah satu bangunan disini. Karena mereka menyayangkan jika itu terjadi, sebab, seluruh bangunan disini memang benar-benar memanjakan mata mereka. 

"Owwh, By the way, I've heard that here we can take a cruise ship, right? If I'm not mistaken on the river Seine? Am I right?" (" Ngomong - ngomong, gue pernah denger kalau kita bisa menaiki sebuah kapal pesiar,  benar begitu bukan? Kalau gue gak salah, di Sungai bernama Saine? Gue benar bukan?") Tanya Leo yang tiba-ti a teringat mengenai salah satu fasilitas yang bisa mereka nikmati dalam menjelajahi atau mengitari daerah disini. 

" What are you saying is true. Later we will try to board the ship on the Saine River. But, we have to go first to enter the building. I make sure you will gawk even more because of the beauty of the ornaments on the walls of the building!" ("Yoi, apa yang lo katakan itu benar! Okay, nanti kita akan menaiki kapal tersebut di Sungai Saine. Tapi, sebelum kuta kesana, kita harus memasuki gedung yang ada di situ. Gue bisa pastiin lo semua bakalan lebih melongo karena melihat keindahan ornamen yang ada di dalam dinding-dinding gedung itu!") Ajak Caesar kepada Leo dan Raffaela untuk segera memasuki gedung yang ada di sana. Caesar berucap dengan menunjuk salah satu gedung tersebut. 

Bagi Caesar, tidak afdol rasanya jika kedua teman barunya ini belum memasuki gedung tersebut belum lagi, Caesar ingin melihat ekpresi yang akan di keluarkan kedua teman barunya ini. Mungkin Ia akan tertawa melihatnya. Bahkan, saat baru pertama kali mereka menginjakkan kakinya disini, Caesar sudah sedikit terkekeh betapa melihat wajah Leo dan Raffaela yang bergembira. Memang, Leo terlihat datar, tapi kelakuanya dan dari gestur tubuhnya benar-bebar membuat Caesar memperhatikan dirinya. 

"Woah, Are you serious? We can enter that building? If that's the case, come on! I can not wait!" ("Woah, apa lo serius? Kita bisa masuk ke bangunan itu? Kalau itu memang bebar, ayolah! Gue udah gak bisa nunggu lebih lama lagi!") Ajak Raffaela yang memang sudah tak sabar melihat apa yang akan mengejutkan matanya nanti!

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DISCLIMER!! 

DUPLICATE. V3 : TAKE THE VICTORY!
Author : afisar_07
Ig Author : afisar_07
Ig Novel : duplicate._wn
PS : Cerita ini hanya ada di aplikasi Webnovel! Jika kalian menemukan cerita ini di aplikasi lain, berarti cerita itu adalah plagiat! 

Di webnovel ini, cerita DUPLICATE. sudah berkontrak dan dapat di dukung dia ngan memberikan power stone, gift, beli privi, dan buka chapter berbayar. Lebih baik lagi dengan memberikan komentar di paragraf maupun chapternya, serta beeikan masukan kritik/saran di kolom review.

Warning! : Penyampaian bahasa lugas dan beberapa part ada yang lebih detail! Ada agdegan KEKERASAN! di dalamnya. 

[GENRE KEKERASAN DAN ROMANCE SEIMBANG! SETIAP VOLUME MENJELASKAN BAGAIMANA KEHIDUPAN TIDAK SELALU BERPIHAK BAIK SESUAI KEINGINAN!]

VOLUME 1

Seorang remaja bernama ALFAEYZA yang mendapat julukan "troublemaker" ingin bertekad untuk menjadi seorang yang berguna dimasa depan. 
 
Hal ini terjadi akibat keegoisan seorang Ayah yang menginginkan anak lelakinya menjadi seorang yang sangat pintar, mampu bela diri melebihi orang yang profesional serta semua hal yang melebihi batas manusia normal. Hingga sang Ayah memberikan suntikan formula kepada anaknya. Namun, apa yang terjadi jika formula yang diberikan belum tepat? 

Akankah sang anak mampu mewujudkan tekadnya itu?

"Rasa kecewa, kehilangan, putus asa dan hal-hal negatif lainya mampu memberikan dampak positif yaang lebih besar kedepanya."

~~ALFAEYZA~~

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VOLUME 2

Perjalanan Alfa D.K.K tak hanya berhenti
setelah la menemukan Bagaskara. la harus
kembali lagi untuk membebaskan semuanya
sebelum teman-temanya menghilang dari
muka Bumi.

Musuh besarnya datang yang bahkan tidak Ia kenali. Musuh itu bernama £D. Siapakah £D sebenarnya? Bagaimana bisa mengenali Alfa? Lalu, apakah yang terjadi dengan teman-teman Alfa? Akankah mereka pergi meninggalkan Alfa satu persatu?

"My name is £D. You can call me D. I will take
you with me to leave the earth. So, please wait
for me."

~~Mr.£D~

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VOLUME 3 

Raffaela bukanlah seorang tokoh yang baru. Dia adalah Alfaeyza Alexander yang berhasil dilumpuhkan oleh £D. Perjalanan Alpha dan Sheilapun dalam bayangan pencarian £D. Tak hanya itu, keempat teman Alfa yaitu Tata, Dika, Bagas, dan Gladis sudah diasingkan keluar Bumi. Tim Tuan Federick dan Je harus bisa menyelamatkan keadaan mereka. 

£D yang terkenal sangat kejam ternyata memiliki sebuah masa lalu yang sangat menyakitkan. Bahkan, yang menjadi penyemangat hidupnya hanyalah Leo seorang. Dan Leo sekarang menjadi tangan kepercayaan untuk £D. Leopun sudah menganggap £D sebagai kakaknya sendiri, begitupun sebaliknya. 

Namun, Leo telah salah memilih dambaan hatinya. Leo mencintai Sheila. Lalu, Iapun dilema untuk memilih. Apakah Ia akan memilih £D yang sudah menjadi kakaknya dan hidup bertahun-tahun lamanya. Atau Leo akan memilih Sheila yang baru dikenalnya, dan mengkhianati £D?

WARNING : BANYAK ADEGAN KEKERASAN!!! 

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VOLUME 4 : NEW WORLD [KETENANGAN]

Pada volume ini, anda akan menjumpai ketenangan dalam novel ini. Tak bisa dipungkiri juga akan berisi tentang bagaimana peejuangan Raffaela dalam menentukan tekad pada volume pertama yang tertunda karena kejadian di volume kedua dan ketiga.

Tak hanya itu, disinilah terdapat beberapa waktu untuk £D dan Alfa berdamai. Namun, hal lain kembali mengusik kedamaian Alfa setelah Alfa mendapatkan pesan yang mengatas namakan Ayahnya. Yap, hal yang sama dipikirkan oleh Alfa. Apakah surat itu benar-benar dari Ayah Alfa yang sudah diketagui meninggal dunia? bagaimana kelanjutanya? Mari membaca :)


WARNING : DISERTAI BUMBU ROMANCE ALA ANAK MUDA 

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Hai, mohon dukunganya ya dengan memberikan komentar dan membagikan erita ini jika kalian menyuki cerita ini. Boleh banget untuk diskusi ^~^



Nikaloas watched patiently from the balcony of his manor. He leaned against the gold and silver *balustrade, and admired the fading city lights as a new orange hue rose into the violet skies. 

Standing 25 stories high above the ground felt very different. It wasn't the calmness in the air or the feeling of peace. It was more like a change of perspective and perception of other people. 

It's not that his ego grew with the height, it was more like reality had grown small. 

What was the point of a thousand years of blindness only to see a few seconds of a view from the "top"? Eventually everything which once seemed important only grows more insignificant and minute with time. 

The giant crystalline doors behind Nikaloas opened with very little sound. 

The "click-clacking" of high heels could be heard walking on the glass and diamond floor. 

Nikaloas wasn't too bothered by it, and continued to look at the city below him. 

"Are you sure you have to go, again so soon?", asked Rachel placing her hand on the back of Nikaloas's black suede coat. 

Nikaloas didn't take his gaze away from the city lights below them, 

"Well you know how Quentin gets about business.", he replied. 

"But..." 

Nikaloas suddenly shifted his gaze to Rachel, 

"Hey." 

Rachel was taken by surprise by his sudden change in tone. 

"Hey.", she said with a slight smile on her face. 

"Don't worry about it.", said 

Nikaloas as he gently moved a portion of Rachel's hanging *mulled wine hair to the back of her ear. 

She quickly changed her focus to the glass floor beneath them. 

The faint light of car head lights passing by could be seen as refracted luminescence through the diamond and glass floor. 

It was most probably people getting ready for their morning shifts. 

Nikaloas softly picked up Rachel's chin so that he could look into her brown eyes, 

"I'll only be in *Strasbourg for a few days and then I'll be right back here with you. I promise." 

"But the wedding. We still have to sort out the flowers, the guests, the venue and decorations. Plus our house papers still need to be put in ord...", Rachel was running out of breath in her rant but was cut short yet again by Nikaloas who placed his finger lightly on her red lips. 

Nikaloas stared knowingly at Rachel's worried face , 

"You are marrying the 21st century's first ever trillionaire aren't you? I already have everything taken care of. It's going to be perfect." 

Nikaloas paused and put his arms around her waist to pull her closer to him. 

He smiled, 

"It's going to be fit for a queen... A queen just like you. But I don't want to spoil it. And I promise afterwards, we'll be back in the states where you can light up Broadway... Even if they don't deserve you." 

"Promise Promise?", asked Rachel with a glare in her eye. 

"Promise Promise.", replied Nikaloas while leaving a kiss on her lips. 

Rachel returned the kiss and giggled, "Now get out of here, you have a plane to catch remember?" 

Nikaloas looked at the time on his *rose gold watch. 

"I love you.", said Nikaloas as he let go of Rachel. 

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DeFiniTIonS iN tHis ChApTEr 

*Balustrade - Originating from "baluster," it was mainly used by the French in the mid 17th century. 

Balustrades are installed at the side/edge of a staircase or balcony to prevent people from falling over, ie. A fancy word for railing. 

*Rose Gold - is a blend, or an alloy of pure 24 karat yellow gold, copper and silver. Pure 24 karat yellow gold is the base for all gold colors and qualities, but is too soft to be used in a pure state for jewelry. 

*Mulled Wine Hair -Similar to the cozy seasonal beverage, "mulled wine hair" is characterized by a deep red, almost purple hue with touches of orange and/or chocolate-brown. 

*Strasbourg - The capital city of the Grand Est region, formerly Alsace, in northeastern France. It's also the formal seat of the European Parliament and sits near the German border, with culture and architecture blending German and French influences. It is also home to the Gothic Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Strasbourg. 

Fun Facts : 

*Notre-Dame is French for "Our Lady", referring to the Virgin Mary. 

*Yes there is a separate Cathedral Notre-Dame in Strasbourg. The one in Paris is considered as the sister seeing that it is smaller, coming in with a spire height of 91.44m vs Cathèdral Notre-Dame de Strasbourg with a spire height of 142m. 

In fact there are more than a hundred churches dedicated to "Our Lady" ("Notre Dame") scattered around France.

REASONS WHY SOMETHING IS weird:

And NO, I am not just talking about the first chapter where there are crows falling from the sky. 

I am talking about:

1.) An ancient and mysterious book (Ooo cliché much?).​
2.)Gruesome murders and Mutilations committed by one called the Phantom (Do you know your history well?). 
 3.) A girl who does not like the main subject of viewing (I say subject of viewing because that is what we are basically doing.... Invading the privacy of these people/subjects.)
4.) A billionaire's girlfriend is murdered and he then goes missing (no comment). 
5.) A Haunting? 
6.) Wizardry and magic be afoot... 
7.) Esoteric symbols (because you can't have an ancient book without these).
8.) A rich Kid in a public school (this is suspicious). 
9.) Oh, and an event that took place thousands of years ago which will now determine the future as you know it. 

Enter if you wish to be involved in this fantasy based thriller which is not actually fantasy seeing that it's based on a true story. Well if you don't believe it, then all the better for me. 
On second thought, your eyes are safer if you just continue to look at the cover.

Alors que le caractère de Harry s'est amélioré depuis qu'il est revenus de ses vacances de noël, on ne peut pas en dire autant de Ron qui est resté à Poudlard. Celui-ci se comporte comme si son 'ami' n'avait pas changé. Il se comporte de façon odieuse puis utilise le nom de Harry comme pour se rendre intouchable. Le petit porcelet est une des rares choses qui rappelle au gens l'ancien Harry.
Mais demain est un jour très spécial, c'est l'anniversaire du petit porcelet. Pour l'occasion, nous avons prévus une petite virée nocturne dans la salle commune de Gryffondor avec Blaise et Edward, un autre Serpentard.  Un simple charme de ma composition qui rend plus difficile au gens de remarquer ma présence et vingt minutes d'attente devant le portrait de la grosse dame m'ont donné le mot de passe.
Pendant ce temps-là, Blaise et Edward ont préparé notre 'cadeau' et des masques pour nos visages. Une boite explosive avec un savant mélange d'une potion à furoncle et d'une potion colorante. J'ai rajouté à leur mélange de la poudre de dards de billywig, il y en a assez pour le faire voler pendant des heures.
Nous avançons sans un bruit, nous éclipsant des cachots et avançant à pas de loups jusqu'au grand escaliers, celui-ci est en générale plus calme la nuit afin de ne pas déranger les occupants. Il nous faudra dix minutes d'attente avant que celui-ci ne prenne la bonne configuration nous permettant d'accéder au dortoir des Gryffondors.
J'ai le cœur qui bat à tout rompre, on à croiser aucun fantôme jusqu'à présent et par chance tous les tableaux semblent endormis.
"Tournesol scintillant"
"Mais vous n'êtes pas des Gryffondors !" Nous dits la grosse dame.
"Tournesol scintillant" insistais-je.
"Très bien, mais attendez-vous à de sérieux ennuis les garçons."
Une fois à l'intérieur, on installe discrètement notre paquet devant la porte de la chambre commune des garçons de 1ère année avant d'entendre une voix dans notre dos.
"Mais dis-moi Georges, ils sembleraient que nous ne soyons pas les seuls à vouloir offrir un cadeau à notre petit frère."
"Qui aurait crus que notre chère demi-portion avait tant d'amis qu'ils prendraient le risque de s'aventurer dans le dortoir d'une autre maison pour lui faire un cadeau."
J'étais sur le point de faire un arrêt cardiaque quand j'ai entendu une voix derrière mon dos, mais de tous les Gryffondor, on a la chance d'être tombé sur ceux qui ne nous dénoncerons surement pas.
 Fred et Georges se tiennent derrière nous avec un paquet de leurs propres compositions dans les mains et connaissant la réputation des deux frères, il est peu probable que cela se termine bien pour Ron.
"Je vous dis ce qu'il y a dans le nôtre et vous nous dîtes ce qu'il y a dans le vôtre"
"Ça me semble être un marché honnête. Qu'en pense-tu Fred ?"
"Ça me semble honnête Georges"
"Ok, boite explosive avec potion de furoncle et potion colorante et une grosse pincé de dard de billywing."
"Ouch" commenta Georges.
"Le nôtre c'est un tutu enchanté qui ne peut pas être retirer et qui se jette sur la première personne qu'il voit avec en supplément un maquillage instantané."
"Simple et efficace" commentais-je. "Que faites-vous finalement, on se retrouve demain pour apprécier le résultat ou bien vous nous balancer et on se revoit à une prochaine retenue ?"
"Hum, je ne sais pas ce que tu en penses Georges, mais ça ne serait pas très correct de balancer des collègues à Rusard"
"En effet, Fred. Pas de cafteur chez les blagueurs"
Nous nous serons la main sur cet accord et retournons dans notre dortoir sans éveiller les soupçons.
Nous nous retrouvons le lendemain matin à attendre à proximité du portrait de la grosse dame quand on entend un premier cri accompagner peu après d'un second. Il semblerait que Ron ne s'attendait pas à avoir deux colis piéger l'un à la suite de l'autre surtout que le nôtre était signé au nom de Harry.
On voit Fred et Georges sortir en courant de la salle commune et se diriger vers nous.
"Vite, dans le parc !"
Nous les suivons en courant jusqu'à sortir du château où nous pouvons apercevoir Ron déguiser en ballerine voler à travers la fenêtre de la tour de Gryffondor en hurlant. 
Lorsque finalement les professeurs sont alerté, madame Bibine se dépêche de ramener le pauvre petit porcelet au sol et Mr Flitwick le traine par une corde comme un ballon jusqu'à l'infirmerie devant l'ensemble de l'école hilare, un horrible ballon mauve plein de furoncle en tutu.
Tout le monde en à parler pendant des semaines.

Sean Bones vit avec ses parents dans la ville de Mystic Falls. Mais Sean à un secret, ce n'est pas sa première vie ! Découvrez son aventure dans un nouvelle univers inédit où les choses ne semblent pas être aussi simple qu'il le pensait au début.
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L'envie d'écrire sur un univers qui est un mélange de celui de Harry Potter et Vampire Diaries me vient de cette fan fiction : https://www.webnovel.com/book/freedom-is-not-easy-(tvd-hp)_18058466706248105
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Salut les gens !

J'ai retrouvé le goût pour cette histoire après avoir regarder une énième fois la totalité des films Harry Potter.

J'ai donc commencé à retravailler sur le projet, et je vous annonce une grande refonte de l'histoire pour tenir compte des commentaires fait, que ce soit ici ou bien dans la traduction anglaise.

Beaucoup de gens ont porté de l'attention à cette histoire et ont fais des remarques très pertinentes par rapport à des erreurs scénaristique (Sirius n'était pas vraiment une erreur mais c'est vrai que ce n'étais pas très clair) . Je vais donc en tenir compte et faire une grande refonte de l'histoire. J'en profiterais pour rajouter de nouveaux éléments dans le scénario profond qui seront révélé bien plus tard dans l'histoire notamment pour les souhaits du premier chapitre.

Je vais aussi essayer de rallonger les chapitres pour qu'aucun d'entre eux ne fasse moins de 1500 mots. Ce petit défaut était dus à mon inexpérience dans l'écriture et dans mon minimalisme concernant les descriptions. C'est aussi l'une des raisons de la refonte de l'histoire.

J'espère terminer la refonte assez rapidement pour pouvoir vous proposez la suite de l'histoire que j'ai planifiée il y a un petit moment déjà. Cependant je ne ressortirais plus de chapitres mitraillettes comme je les appelle car je pense que c'est une des raisons du mécontentement de certaines personnes, il faudra donc vous armez de patience ;)

From the author:
There was a blackout today and I could barely write... T_T.
I guess that's what people say "Murphy's Law" everything that can go wrong will go wrong and it happened today :(. I am sorry...
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"Hey, what's wrong? Your face looks pale. Are you sick?" Haoran asked Emma out of concern, seeing her restless. He hurriedly took out a bottled drink from his bag and handed it to Emma. "Have a drink first, you'll feel calmer."
Emma nodded weakly and drank Haoran's water. "Thank you."
"All right, we'll go through another entrance." Madame Delaval nodded slightly to the cathedral's staff and signaled her students to follow her. "Kids, we're going through the other entrance. We must stay together."
"Do you want to rest here? I'll wait for you," Haoran said. "Madame Delaval won't know we've disappeared. Alex will keep her and Monsieur Thomas busy."
"Hmm... thank you. I want to go back to the shuttle bus," Emma said. She didn't dare risk showing herself around the cathedral at the moment. If the police arrived and somehow recognized her, she might get arrested and she wouldn't want that.
She couldn't be caught! She still had to find clues about her parents.
Haoran seemed to understand something must have happened to Emma. Turning pale all of a sudden wasn't normal for this girl.
Haoran found Alex and whispered something. Alex nodded and gave Haoran an OK sign by making a circle with his index finger and thumb with the other three fingers lifted. Shortly afterward, Alex and David had approached Madame Delaval. They bombarded their French teacher with so many questions about Notre Dame Cathedral that she didn't notice that two of her students slipped away.
Meanwhile, Haoran pulled Emma back to their shuttle bus, which was parked at the next block. Emma's still trembling even after she sat in the bus' seat. She's scared at the thought of the police out there looking for her.
Haoran didn't ask anything when they arrived at the bus. He knew Emma would have told him herself what had happened if she wanted to. So, he didn't want to guess or force her to open up to him.
"Haoran, you can leave me now. I'm fine," Emma said a moment later. "You'll miss touring Notre Dame. I heard the church was magnificent."
Haoran shrugged.
"I've actually been to Notre Dame," Haoran answered casually. "I've already seen the inside and climbed the tower at the top of the cathedral. So I won't miss out on much."
Emma looked at Haoran with rounded eyes. "You've been here before?"
Haoran simply smiled and Emma let out a short sigh. Ah, she should have known the question was unnecessary. People as wealthy as the Lee family must be used to traveling abroad and visiting famous cities throughout the world. For them, it's just like a wave of a hand to travel to Paris.
"All right, then," Emma nodded.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Haoran asked her finally. He looked at Emma with a gaze that's neither judgmental nor nosy; nevertheless, that made Emma uncomfortable to try and keep a secret from him. So, she decided to tell him the truth.
"I'll tell you what happened, but not now. Can you wait?" Emma asked quietly.
Haoran nodded. "Of course."
"Thank you," Emma said. She closed her eyes and massaged her forehead. Her chest was still pounding. It'd be terrifying if the police knew she's the person responsible for the orange tree's unusual behavior.
If they caught her, what would they do to Emma? Will they take her to a laboratory and study her?
Of course, she couldn't let that happen. From now on, Emma decided to be more cautious when using her powers. Last night's event of making the tree bore fruit was totally unnecessary. Next time, she would test her powers of controlling the plants only when she's in a remote place, that way she wouldn't have to worry about someone seeing her.
Emma closed her eyes and tried to calm down. Haoran leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes too. They sat together like that for an hour. Each busy with their own minds.
At 12:30 PM, the other students finally came back to the shuttle bus with their two teachers.
"Alright, kids. Now, we'll go to Versailles to visit the palace where Queen Marie Antoinette resided. You'll be amazed at how magnificent and luxurious the residence of kings and queens of France was," said Madame Delaval. Her students cheered happily. They had been wanting to explore the palace for a long time.
The shuttle bus drove to the Versailles area on the outskirts of Paris. At 1 PM, the group arrived at the destination. The students eagerly got off the bus and walked from the parking lot to the magnificent Versailles Palace. From outside, they could already admire the grand palace. Even the gates were decorated with gold.
"I've already asked permission, so we can enjoy our lunch while having a picnic in one of the gardens in Versailles Palace," said Madam Delaval happily.
When students had gotten off the bus, they had been given a paper bag containing their lunch. It contained sandwiches, croissants, fruits, and bottled water. As usual, the Palace of Versailles was crowded with visitors.
Summer was always a very busy tourist season. The large front yard of the Versailles Palace was filled with people in snake-like queues. Madam Delaval had made reservations and booked group tickets for them. Still, the students had to wait in the long line before they could enter the palace's compound.
However, the wait was truly worth it. Once they set foot behind the wall, they could see the beautiful garden cared for by professionals. It's one of the many gardens in Versailles Palace. The compound was so huge that the establishment provided buggy for people who would want to tour the whole area without turning their legs into jello from walking so much.
"Don't you separate yourself from the group. Remember, we must stay together," said Madam Delaval over and over again, while raising her bright yellow umbrella. She walked down the steps to the left, followed by her gawking students while admiring the large garden they had seen from above.
Emma was jovial seeing the many orange trees in the first garden. She really liked plants, and she had a habit of pouring some water from the bottle she carried on the plants she passed by every day.
Back at school or her neighborhood, she had often found plants that appeared to be suffering from drought or weren't taken care of properly whenever she walked. However, none of the plants in this garden seemed to need one drop of additional water. Everything looked healthy and happy. Seeing so many healthy plants, Emma remembered her father, Kaoshin Stardust.
'Father would be pleased to be in this garden,' she thought.
Haoran, who walked near Emma and Alex, pulled Alex and interrogated him about what had happened at Notre Dame earlier. The way Haoran whispered to Alex made Emma roll her eyes. The two young men seemed like they were plotting a crime.
"Alex, was there anything interesting about Notre Dame?" asked Haoran.
Alex shrugged and whispered back. "I don't quite understand since I suck at French. But clearly, it seems like some officers there were talking about a magical orange tree that suddenly produced so much fruit in one night. We tried to take a peek from the top of the tower and found which tree they were talking about. I managed to take a picture, by the way."
Proudly, Alex pulled out his cellphone and showed a photo. There was an orange tree with so many fruits hanging from its branches, surrounded by several uniformed policemen. They were talking to each other and taking pictures. The policemen were being assisted by two cathedral staff who looked confused.
"From what I've heard, the cathedral's personnel also didn't know what happened. How could the orange tree bear fruits in one night? It's strange, isn't it?"
"Don't tell me it's because of global warming," Haoran said. "If it is, then I guess that's not a bad thing, because then we can have more fruits in such a short amount of time."
"From their attitude though, it looked like they were taking this more seriously than that. I've heard them using words like bio-hackers or something," Alex said in a mysterious tone like the people who discussed conspiracy theories. "They feared there were some bio-hackers testing out and changing the composition of plant genes in a short time. It seems like this has happened before."
"Did it?" Emma narrowed her eyes, her ears were perked as she listened to Alex attentively. "They said that?"
"My French isn't great, you know that," said Alex. "When I came out of Notre Dame, I pretended to be lost, because I wanted to take a close-up photo of that amazing tree. 


[COMPLETED] 
"A man should have a bucket list, don't you think? It'd be nice to see 24 sunsets with you one day." - Haoran Lee

"Do you want to see how I would light up the sky for you?" - Crown Prince Therius

"I will be there till the stars don't shine." - Xion Draconi the Time Master

All Emma wanted in life was to meet her family. Who would have thought she had to travel through space and time to find them?

***
Emma Stardust, who was abandoned in front of an orphanage in Paris when she was four years old, turns out to be the daughter of a runaway princess and a formidable general from Planet Akkadia. Her parents left her behind to save her from the pursuit of the Akkadian royal family.

Thirteen years later, the secret to her past was uncovered when she suddenly woke up at the top of the Eiffel Tower and realized that she could control fire, wind, and various other elements.

And the Crown Prince of Akkadia wanted Emma to become his wife? What happened to Emma's parents? Can Emma accept the prince's love? Will her powers bring her companies ... or enemies?

Follow Emma's journey as she unravels the mystery surrounding her past and her future, and finds true love in the process.

If you like a strong female lead, space, doting male leads, astronomy, magic, science, and slice-of-life. You will be spoiled by this book! 

** This novel has several male leads and they will shine in their own time. It has 2 stories and they are completed.

*** WARNING: This book deals with very mature topics and plenty of triggering content like tragedy, violence, subtle abuse and is written very close to real-life situations. If you only want sweet stuff to read, please look for other books.

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...
I hope you're wearing a beret." This is how Toph greets me.
I'm already laughing. He cal ed! Toph cal ed!
"Not yet." I pace the short length of my room. "But I could pick one up for you, if you'd like. Get your name stitched onto it.You could wear it instead of your name tag."
"I could rock a beret." There's a grin in his voice.
"No one can rock a beret. Not even you."
St. Clair is stil lying on my bed. He props up his head to watch me. I smile and point to the picture on my laptop. Toph, I mouth.
St. Clair shakes his head.
Sideburns.
Ah, he mouths back.
"So your sister came in yesterday." Toph always refers to Bridge as my sister. We're the same height with the same slender build, and we both have
long, stick-straight hair, although hers is blond and mine is brown. And, as people who spend tons of time together are prone to do, we talk the
same.Though she uses bigger words. And her arms are sculpted from the drumming. And I have the gap between my teeth, while she had braces. In other
words, she's like me, but prettier and smarter and more talented.
"I didn't know she was a drummer," he says. "She any good?"
"The best."
"Are you saying that because she's your friend, or because she's actual y decent?"
"She's the best," I repeat. From the corner of my eye, I see St. Clair glance at the clock on my dresser.
"My drummer abandoned ship. Think she'd be interested?"
Last summer Toph started a punk band, the Penny Dreadfuls. Many member changes and arguments over lyrical content have transpired, but no actual
shows. Which is too bad. I bet Toph looks good behind a guitar.
"Actual y," I say, "I think she would. Her jerkwad percussion instructor just passed her up as section leader, and she has some rage to funnel." I give him her number. Toph repeats it back as St. Clair taps an imaginary wristwatch. It's only nine, so I'm not sure what his rush is. Even I know that's early for Paris. He clears his throat loudly.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I need to go," I say.
"Is someone there with you?"
"Uh, yeah. My friend. He's taking me out tonight."
A beat. "He?"
"He's just a friend." I turn my back to St. Clair. "He has a girlfriend." I squeeze my eyes shut. Should I have said that?
"So you're not gonna forget about us? I mean ..." He slows down. "Us here in Atlanta? Ditch us for some Frenchie and never return?"
My heart thrums. "Of course not. I'l be back at Christmas."
"Good. Okay,Annabel Lee. I should get back to work anyway. Hercules is probably pissed I'm not covering the door. Ciao."
"Actual y," I say. "It's au revoir."
"Whatever." He laughs, and we hang up.
St. Clair gets up from the bed. "Jealous boyfriend?"
"I told you. He's not my boyfriend."
"But you like him."
I blush. "Wel ... yeah."
St. Clair's expression is unreadable. Maybe annoyed. He nods toward my door. "You stil want to go out?"
"What?" I'm confused. "Yeah, of course. Lemme change first." I let him out, and five minutes later, we're headed north. I've thrown on my favorite shirt, a cute thrift-store find that hugs me in the right places, and jeans and black canvas sneakers. I know sneakers aren't very French—I should be wearing
pointy boots or scary heels—but at least they aren't white. It's true what they say about white sneakers. Only American tourists wear them, big ugly things made for mowing grass or painting houses. 
It's a beautiful night.The lights of Paris are yel ow and green and orange. The warm air swirls with the chatter of people in the streets and the clink of wineglasses in the restaurants. St. Clair has brightened back up and is detailing the more gruesome aspects of the Rasputin biography he finished this
afternoon.
"So the other Russians give him this dose of cyanide in his dinner, lethal enough to kil five men, right? But it's not doing anything, so Plan B—they shoot him in the back with a revolver. Which still doesn't kil him. In fact, Rasputin has enough energy to strangle one of them, so they shoot him three more times. And he's stil struggling to get up! So they beat the bloody crap out of him, wrap him in a sheet, and throw him into an icy river. But get this—"
His eyes shimmer. It's the same look Mom gets when she's talking about turtles, or Bridge gets when she's talking about cymbals.
"During the autopsy, they discovered the actual cause of death was hypothermia. From the river! Not the poisoning or the shooting or the beating.
Mother Nature. And not only that, but his arms were found frozen upright, like he'd tried to claw his way out from underneath the ice."
"What? No—"
Some German tourists are posing in front of a storefront with peeling golden letters. We scoot around them, so as not to wreck their picture. "It gets
better," he says. "When they cremated his body, he sat up. No, he did! Probably because the bloke who prepared his body forgot to snip the tendons, so they shrank up when he burned—"
I nod my head in appreciation. "Ew, but cool. Go on."
"—which made his legs and body bend, but stil ." St. Clair smiles triumphantly. "Everyone went mad when they saw it."
"And who says history is boring?" I smile back, and everything is perfect. Almost. Because this is the moment we pass the entrance to SOAP, and now
I'm farther from the school than I've ever been before. My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.
"You know, thanks for that. The others always shut me up long before—" He notices the change in my demeanor and stops. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine."
"Yes, and has anyone ever told you that you are a terrible liar? Horrid. The worst."
"It's just—" I hesitate, embarrassed.
"Yeeesss?"
"Paris is so . . . foreign." I struggle for the right word. "Intimidating."
"Nah." He quickly dismisses me.
"Easy for you to say." We step around a dignified gentleman stooping over to pick up after his dog, a basset hound with a droopy stomach. Granddad
warned me that the sidewalks of Paris were littered with doggie land mines, but it hasn't been the case so far. "You've been acquainted with Paris your
whole life," I continue. "You speak fluent French, you dress European ..."
"Pardon?"
"You know. Nice clothes, nice shoes."
He holds up his left foot, booted in something scuffed and clunky. "These?"
"Wel , no. But you aren't in sneakers. I total y stick out. And I don't speak French and I'm scared of the métro and I should probably be wearing heels, but I hate heels—"
"I'm glad you're not wearing heels," St. Clair interrupts. "Then you'd be tal er than me."
"I am tal er than you."
"Barely."
"Please. I've got three inches on you. And you're wearing boots."
He nudges me with his shoulder, and I crack a smile. "Relax," he says. "You're with me. I'm practical y French."
"You're English."
He grins. "I'm American."
"An American with a English accent. Isn't that, like, twice as much for the French to hate?"
St. Clair rol s his eyes. "You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions."
"I'm not stereotyping."
"Real y? Please, then, enlighten me." He points to the feet of a girl walking ahead of us. She's yakking in French on a cel phone. "What exactly are those?"
"Sneakers," I mumble.
"Interesting. And the gentlemen over there, on the other side of the pavement. Would you care to explain what the one on the left is wearing? Those
peculiar contraptions strapped to his feet?"
They're sneakers, of course. "But hey. See that guy over there?" I nod toward a man in jean shorts and a Budweiser T-shirt. "Am I that obvious?"
St. Clair squints at him. "Obviously what? Balding? Overweight? Tasteless?"
"American."
He sighs melodramatical y. "Honestly, Anna. You must get over this."
"I just don't want to offend anyone. I hear they offend easily."
"You're not offending anyone except me right now."
"What about her?" I point to a middle-aged woman in khaki shorts and a knit top with stars and stripes on it. She has a camera strapped to her belt and
is arguing with a man in a bucket hat. Her husband, I suppose.
"Completely offensive."
"I mean, am I as obvious as her?"
"Considering she's wearing the American flag, I'd venture a no on that one." He bites his thumbnail. "Listen. I think I have a solution to your problem, but you'l have to wait for it. Just promise you'l stop asking me to compare you to fifty-year-old women, and I'l take care of everything."
"How? With what? A French passport?"
He snorts. "I didn't say I'd make you French." I open my mouth to protest, but he cuts me off. "Deal?"
"Deal," I say uncomfortably. I don't care for surprises. "But it better be good."
"Oh, it's good." And St. Clair looks so smug that I'm about to cal him on it, when I realize I can't see our school anymore.
I don't believe it. He's completely distracted me.
It takes a moment for me to recognize the symptoms, but my heels are bouncing and my stomach is fluttering. I'm final y excited to be out! "So where 
are we going?" I can't keep the eagerness from my voice. "The Seine? I know it's up here somewhere. Are we going to sit on the riverbank?"
"Not tell ing. Keep walking."
I let this pass.What's wrong with me? That's the second time in one minute I've let him keep me in suspense. "Oh! You have to see this first." He grabs
my arm and pul s me across the street. An angry scooter honks its puny horn, and I laugh.
"Wait, what—" And then I'm knocked breathless.
We're standing in front of an absolute beast of a cathedral. Four thick columns hold up a Gothic facade of imposing statues and rose windows and
intricate carvings. A skinny bel tower stretches all the way into the inky blackness of the night sky. "What is it?" I whisper. "Is it famous? Should I know it?"
"It's my church."
"You go here?" I'm surprised. He doesn't seem like the church-going type.
"No." He nods to a stone placard, indicating I read it.
"Saint Etienne du Mont. Hey! Saint Etienne."
He smiles. "I've always been a bit proprietary about it. Mum used to bring me here when I was young. We'd take a picnic lunch and eat it right here on
the steps. Sometimes she'd bring her sketchbook, and she'd draw the pigeons and the taxis."
"Your mother is an artist?"
"A painter. Her work is in the New York MoMA." He sounds proud, and I remember what Meredith once said—that St. Clair admires Josh because he
can draw so well . And that St. Clair's father owns two art gal eries. And that St. Clair is taking studio art this semester. I wonder aloud if he's also an artist.
He shrugs. "Not real y. I wish I were. Mum didn't pass on that particular talent, just the appreciation. Josh is much better. So is Rashmi, for that matter."
"You get along well with her, don't you? Your mom?"
"I love me mum." He says this matter-of-factly, with no trace of teenage shame.
We stand before the cathedral's double doors and look up, and up, and up. I picture my own mom, typing snapping turtle data into our home computer,
her usual evening activity. Except it's not nighttime in Atlanta. Maybe she's grocery shopping. Wading in the Chattahoochee River. Watching The Empire Strikes Back with Sean. I have no idea, and it bothers me.
At last, St. Clair breaks the silence. "Come along, then. Loads to see."
The farther we go, the more crowded Paris gets. He talks about his mom, how she makes chocolate chip pancakes for dinner and tuna noodle
casserole for breakfast. How she painted every room of her flat a different color of the rainbow. How she col ects misspel ings of her name on junk mail.
He says nothing of his father.
We pass another enormous structure, this one like the ruins of a medieval castle. "God, there's history everywhere," I say. "What is that place? Can we go in?"
"It's a museum, and sure. But not tonight. I believe it's closed," he adds.
"Oh. Yeah, of course." I try not to let my disappointment show.
St. Clair is amused. "It's only the first week of school. We have all the time in the world to visit your museum."
We. For some reason, my insides squirm. St. Clair and me. Me and St. Clair.
Soon we enter an area even more touristy than our own neighborhood, crammed with bustling restaurants and shops and hotels. Street vendors
everywhere shout in English, "Couscous! You like couscous?" and the roads are so narrow that cars can't drive on them. We walk down the middle of the
street and through the jostling crowd. It feels like a carnival. "Where are we?" I wish I didn't have to ask so many questions.
"In between the rue St. Michel and the rue St. Jacques."
I shoot him a look.
"Rue means 'street.' And we're stil in the Latin Quarter."
"Stil ? But we've been walking for—"
"Ten? Fifteen minutes?" he teases.
Hmph. Obviously Londoners or Parisians or whatever he is aren't used to the glory of car ownership. I miss mine, even if it does have trouble starting.
And no air-conditioning. And a busted speaker. I say this, and he smiles. "Wouldn't do you any good even if you did have one. It's il egal to drive here if you're under eighteen."
"You could drive us," I say.
"No, I couldn't."
"You said you had a birthday! I knew you were lying, no one—"
"That's not what I meant." St. Clair laughs. "I don't know how to drive."
"You're serious?" I can't help the evil grin that spreads across my face. "You mean there's something I know how to do that you don't?"
He grins back. "Shocking, isn't it? But I've never had a reason. The transit systems here, in San Francisco, in London—they're all perfectly sufficient."
"Perfectly sufficient."
"Shut up." He laughs again. "Hey, you know why they cal this the Latin Quarter?"
I raise an eyebrow.
"Centuries ago, the students at La Sorbonne—it was back there." He gestures with his hand. "It's one of the oldest universities in the world. Anyway, the students were taught in, and spoke to each other in, Latin. And the name stuck."
A moment of reserve. "That was it? The whole story?"
"Yes. God, you're right. That was pants."
I sidestep another aggressive couscous vendor. "Pants?"
"Rubbish. Crap. Shite."
Pants. Oh heavens, that's cute.
We turn a corner and—there it is—the River Seine. The lights of the city bob in the ripples of the water. I suck in my breath. It's gorgeous. Couples strol along the riverbank, and booksel ers have lined up dirty cardboard boxes of paperback books and old magazines for browsing. A man with a red beard
strums a guitar and sings a sad song. We listen for a minute, and St. Clair tosses a few euros into the man's guitar case.
And then, as we're turning our attention back toward the river, I see it.
Notre-Dame.
I recognize it from photographs, of course. But if St-Etienne is a cathedral, then it is nothing, NOTHING compared to Notre-Dame. The building is like a 
great ship steaming downriver. Massive. Monstrous. Majestic. It's lit in a way that absurdly reminds me of Disney World, but it's so much more magical
than anything Walt could have dreamed up. Mounds of green vines spil down the wal s and into the water, completing the fairy tale.
I slowly exhale. "It's beautiful."
St. Clair is watching me.
"I've never seen anything like it." I don't know what more to say.
We have to cross a bridge to get to it. I hadn't realized it was built on an island. St. Clair tell s me we're walking to the Île de la Cité, the Island of the City, and it's the oldest district in all of Paris. The Seine twinkles below us, deep and green, and a long boat strung with lights glides underneath the bridge. I peer over the edge. "Look! That guy is so trashed. He's total y gonna fal off the bo—" I glance back and find St. Clair toddling on the road, several feet away from the edge of the bridge.
For a moment, I'm confused. Then it hits me. "What? You aren't afraid of heights?"
St. Clair keeps his eyes forward, on the il uminated figure of Notre-Dame. "I just can't fathom why anyone would stand on a ledge when there's a
respectable amount of walking space right next to it."
"Oh, it's about walking space, is it?"
"Drop it, or I'l quiz you about Rasputin. Or French verb conjugation."
I lean over the side of the bridge and pretend to wobble. St. Clair turns pale. "No! Don't!" He stretches out his arms like he wants to save me, then
clutches his stomach like he's about to vomit instead.
"Sorry!" I jump away from the ledge. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was so bad."
He shakes a hand, motioning for me to stop talking. The other hand stil clings to his queasy stomach.
"I'm sorry," I say again, after a moment.
"Come on." St. Clair sounds peeved, as if I was the one holding us back. He gestures to Notre-Dame. "That's not why I brought you here."
I can't fathom anything better than Notre-Dame. "We're not going inside?"
"Closed. Plenty of time to see it later, remember?" He leads me into the courtyard, and I take the opportunity to admire his backside. Cal ipygian. There is something better than Notre-Dame.
"Here," he says.
We have a perfect view of the entrance—hundreds and hundreds of tiny figures carved into three colossal archways.The statues look like stone dol s,
each one separate and individualized. "They're incredible," I whisper.
"Not there. Here." He points to my feet.
I look down, and I'm surprised to find myself standing in the middle of a smal stone circle. In the center, directly between my feet, is a coppery-bronze octagon with a star.Words are engraved in the stone around it: POINT ZÉRO DES ROUTES DE FRANCE.
"Mademoisel e Oliphant. It translates to 'Point zero of the roads of France.' In other words, it's the point from which all other distances in France are measured." St. Clair clears his throat. "It's the beginning of everything."
I look back up. He's smiling.
"Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come."

**The next day :**

"So which places do you have in mind ?" 
Pamela asked, staring at the script. 
"I was thinking of Notre Dame de Sion, and the abandoned shopping mall in Al-Montaza" 

She nodded. 
"OK, as soon as the school day is over, you'll lead us and go to this Notre Dame school." 
"OK, I just need to go to the science class right now so Miss Hayam wouldn't be mad at me." 

"Right, see you later." 
I hurried through the corridors and stairs till I arrived to the laboratory at the ground floor. 

After School Day :
Macron Villa, Stanley Bridge :

"Right, so I just need to grab the stuff I'll need." 
I said as we were riding the SWVL bus. 
"Want me to come ?" 
I smiled and nodded to Hayden, who was clearly bored from the bus ride. 

We entered the house, and found my sister and brother in the living room. Allison was texting someone ( Rush, her boyfriend, apparently ), Rajwan was just thinking, and he seemed tired, than usual. 

"Hey, guys. I'll go, Hayden, wait for me here." 
He nodded. 
I left, and entered my room to grab my Film notebook and script. 

But I heard something that made me shiver once again. 
Hayden was talking to my siblings. 
"Guys, you seem tired.." 
Allison answered. 

"Well, thanks to dear horror writer. We couldn't sleep yesterday." 
Hayden seemed confused. 
"What do you mean ?" 
"Allison, Adelle won't like that, just don't-" 

She cut him off, then continued. 
"I think Adelle started..seeing stuff." 
"What ?" 
"Allison, I told you not to say it-" 

Rajwan was cut off for the second time. 
"Yesterday Adelle started screaming in the middle of the night and saying that the lady that has black holes instead of eyes will get to the producer and kill him. I can't believe I woke up for this." 
She said in disinterest. 

"What ? What does this mean ?" 
I got out of the room at that moment, giving Allison and Rajwan both a death glare. 
"Let's go, Hayden." 
He slightly nodded and followed me out of the house. 

In the bus, I sat next to Hayden, who was deeply in his thoughts. I was scared that he already thought something bad of me. 
"What is it ? If this is about what Allison said-" 

"No, I just..I want to know what you saw. Nothing more." 
"I..I saw a woman with black eye sockets, pale white skin, dark black hair, dusty white dress. She was saying that she'll get the producer. I don't know what she means." 

".. Me neither, but don't worry. I don't think you're mad or anything. It sometimes happen..with some people."
I smiled." yeah, it does."

I didn't know why. But I was scared to know what the lady meant. She was very serious about it, and it just scared me. 

As we arrived at the French Section of Notre Dame de Sion, my old school. I had a strange feeling. A bad feeling.

They think my life is perfect. It's not true.

"Hei.. kau kenapa? Wajahmu tampak pucat sekali. Kau sakit?" tanya Haoran keheranan. Ia telah melihat Emma yang tampak menjadi resah di sampingnya. Ia buru-buru mengeluarkan botol minuman dari tasnya dan menyerahkannya kepada Emma. "Minumlah dulu, biar kau merasa lebih tenang."

Emma mengangguk lemah dan meminum air pemberian Haoran. "Terima kasih..."

"Baiklah, kami akan lewat pintu satu lagi." Madame Delaval mengangguk sedikit kepada petugas katedral dan memberi tanda kepada murid-muridnya agar mengikutinya. "Anak-anak, kita lewat pintu satu lagi. Jangan sampai terpisah."

"Kau mau beristirahat di sini? Aku akan menungguimu," kata Haoran. "Madame Delaval tidak akan tahu kita menghilang. Alex akan membuatnya sibuk."

"Te.. terima kasih. Aku mau kembali ke shuttle bus saja," kata Emma. Ia tidak berani mengambil risiko menampakkan dirinya di sekitar katedral. Kalau polisi tiba dan entah bagaimana bisa mengenalinya, ia tidak mau ditangkap. 

Ia tidak boleh ditangkap! Ia masih harus menemukan jejak orang tuanya.

Haoran seakan mengerti bahwa pasti terjadi sesuatu pada Emma. Gadis itu tiba-tiba menjadi pucat, tidak seperti biasanya.

Ia segera bergerak mencari Alex dan mengatakan sesuatu kepadanya. Pemuda itu mengangguk dan memberi tanda oke pada Horan dengan melingkarkan jari telunjuk dan jempolnya. Tidak lama kemudian Alex dan David telah menghampiri Madame Delaval dan membombardir guru bahasa Prancis mereka dengan begitu banyak pertanyaan tentang Katedral Notre Dame.

Sementara itu, Haoran menarik tangan Emma untuk kembali ke shuttle bus meereka yang parkir di blok sebelah. Emma masih gemetaran saat ia akhirnya duduk di kursi bus. Ia sangat takut memikirkan bahwa di luar sana ada polisi yang sedang mencarinya.

Haoran tidak bertanya apa-apa ketika mereka sudah tiba di bus. Ia merasa bahwa Emma pasti akan menceritakan sendiri kepadanya apa yang terjadi bila gadis itu ingin bercerita. Ia tidak ingin menduga-duga ataupun memaksa Emma untuk terbuka kepadanya.

"Haoran, kau sudah bisa meninggalkanku. Aku tidak apa-apa," kata Emma setelah beberapa saat. "Nanti kau ketinggalan mengunjungi Notre Dame. Aku dengar gereja itu indah sekali."

Haoran hanya mengangkat bahu. 

"Aku sudah pernah ke Notre Dame, kok," jawab pemuda itu dengan santai. "Aku udah tahu apa yang ada di dalamnya. Aku juga sudah pernah naik ke menara di puncak Katedral ini. Jadi aku tidak terlalu kehilangan apa pun."

Emma menatap Haoran dengan mata membulat. "Kau sudah pernah ke Paris, ya?"

Haoran hanya tersenyum mendengarnya. Emma mendesah pendek. Ah, seharusnya ia tahu pertanyaannya sangat tidak perlu. Orang sekaya keluarga Lee pasti tidak asing dengan bepergian ke luar negeri dan mengunjungi kota-kota terkenal di seluruh dunia. Bagi mereka, sangatlah mudah untuk sekadar jalan-jalan ke Paris.

"Baiklah kalau begitu," kata Emma kemudian.

"Kau menceritakan kepadaku apa yang terjadi?" tanya Haoran akhirnya. Ia menatap Emma dengan pandangan mata yang sama sekali tidak menghakimi atau pun mendesak, membuat gadis itu merasa tidak enak jika terus-terusan merahasiakan sesuatu dari Horan.

"Aku akan memberitahumu apa yang terjadi, tapi tidak sekarang. Apakah kau mau menunggu?" tanya gadis itu dengan suara pelan. 

Haoran mengangguk. "Tentu saja."

"Terima kasih," kata Emma. Gadis itu memejamkan mata sambil memijat keningnya. Ia masih merasakan dadanya berdebar. Sungguh menakutkan jika polisi memang mengetahui bahwa ialah yang melakukan sesuatu terhadap pohon jeruk itu.

Kalau sampai mereka menangkap dirinya, apa kira-kira yang akan mereka lakukan kepada Emma?Apakah mereka akan membawanya ke suatu laboratorium dan menyelidiki dirinya?

Tentu ia tidak boleh membiarkan hal itu terjadi. Mulai sekarang Emma bertekad untuk berlaku sangat hati-hati saat menggunakan kekuatannya. Peristiwa tadi malam adalah hal yang tidak perlu dilakukan.

Lain kali ia akan mencoba kekuatannya mengendalikan tanaman saat ia berada di tempat yang benar-benar terpencil sehingga ia tidak perlu takut akan ada orang yang menyaksikannya.

Sambil memikirkan itu, Emma memejamkan matanya dan mencoba menenangkan diri. Haoran ikut bersandar di kursi dan memejamkan matanya juga. Mereka lalu duduk berdua seperti itu selama satu jam. Masing-masing sibuk dengan pikirannya sendiri.

Pukul 12 siang, murid-murid SMA Saint Catherine yang lain akhirnya tiba kembali di shuttle bus bersama dua guru mereka.

"Baiklah anak-anak, sekarang kita akan menuju ke Versailles untuk berkunjung ke istana Ratu Marie Antoinette. Kalian pasti akan terkesima melihat betapa megah dan mewahnya kediaman raja dan ratu Prancis zaman dulu," kata Madame Delaval yang diiringi sorakan murid-muridnya.

Shuttle bus itu segera melaju ke daerah Versailles di pinggiran kota Paris dan pukul 1 siang rombongan itu tiba di kota tujuan. Dengan penuh semangat mereka turun dari bus dan berjalan dari parkiran menuju istana Versailles yang demikian megah dan dihiasi dengan berbagai aksen emas.

"Aku sudah meminta izin dan kita bisa menikmati makan siang kita sambil piknik di salah satu taman yang ada di istana Versailles ini," kata Madam Delaval dengan gembira.

Saat murid-murid turun dari bus mereka diberikan kantong berisi makanan makan siang mereka yang berisi setangkup sandwich, croissant, buah-buahan, dan air mineral. Seperti biasanya, Istana Versailles sangat ramai oleh pengunjung.

Musim panas selalu merupakan musim turis yang sangat ramai. Halaman depan istana Versailles yang besar sudah dipenuhi antrian yang mengular berbelit-belit. Walaupun mereka sudah membuat pemesanan dan memiliki tiket untuk rombongan, tetap saja murid-murid SMA St. Catherine harus mengantri cukup lama sebelum mereka bisa masuk ke dalam kompleks istana.

Namun demikian, penantian itu sungguh sepadan. Begitu mereka melangkahkan kaki ke balik pagar, mereka dapat melihat taman yang demikian cantik ditata oleh profesional.

"Jangan sampai kalian berpisah dari rombongan. Ingat kita harus tetap bersama-sama," kata Madam Delaval sambil mengangkat payungnya yang berwarna kuning cerah. Ia berjalan menuruni tangga ke sebelah kiri diikuti para murid yang berjalan sambil mengagumi taman besar yang mereka lihat dari atas.

Emma sangat tertarik melihat banyak sekali pohon jeruk di taman pertama yang mereka lewati. Gadis itu memang sangat menyukai tanaman dan sudah menjadi kebiasaannya untuk selalu menyiramkan air minuman yang ia bawa ke tanaman yang ia lewati sehari-hari.

Ia sering menemukan tanaman yang tampak menderita karena kekeringan atau tidak terawat saat ia berjalan pergi atau pulang dari rumahnya. Namun, tidak satupun tanaman yang ada di taman ini terlihat membutuhkan satu tetes air tambahan. Semuanya tampak sehat dan bahagia.

Melihat semua tanaman yang demikian sehat, tiba-tiba Emma teringat ayahnya, Kaoshin Stardust. Ayah pasti akan sangat senang berada di taman ini, pikirnya.

Haoran yang berjalan di dekat Emma dan Alex segera menarik tangan Alex dan menginterogasinya tentang apa yang terjadi di Notre Dame tadi. Caranya bertanya kepada Alex dengan suara berbisik membuat Emma memutar matanya. Kedua pemuda itu seolah sedang berkomplot melakukan sebuah kejahatan.

"Alex, tadi ada apa ada yang menarik di Notre Dame?" tanya Horan.

Alex hanya mengangkat bahu dan balas berbisik. Aku tidak begitu mengerti. Kau tahu sendiri bahasa Prancisku kurang bagus. Tapi yang jelas, sepertinya beberapa petugas di sana membicarakan tentang pohon jeruk ajaib yang tiba-tiba menghasilkan begitu banyak buah dalam waktu satu malam. Kami lalu mengintip dari atas menara untuk mencari tahu pohon apa yang mereka maksudkan. Kenapa begitu membuat heboh. Aku sempat mengambil fotonya, lho..."

Dengan bangga ia lalu mengeluarkan ponselnya dan menunjukkan sebuah foto. Di situ tampak sebuah pohon jeruk yang berbuah sangat lebat dikerubungi beberapa orang polisi berseragam yang tampak saling berbicara. Mereka ditemani dua orang staf katedral yang kebingungan.

"Dari desas-desus yang kudengar, mereka sedang kebingungan, bagaimana bisa pohon jeruk itu berbuah lebat dalam semalam. Aneh sekali, kan?"

"Jangan-jangan ini karena global warming," kata Horan. "Tapi ini dampak yang menguntungkan karena kita bisa punya lebih banyak buah dalam waktu singkat."

"Dari sikap mereka, sepertinya mereka menganggap ini lebih serius dari hal itu. Aku mendengar ada kata-kata seperti bio-hacker atau semacamnya," kata Alex dengan nada seperti sedang membahas teori  konspirasi. "Mereka takut ada hacker biologi yang sanggup mengubah susunan gen tanaman dalam waktu singkat dan sepertinya hal ini pernah terjadi sebelumnya."

"Pernah terjadi sebelumnya?" Emma segera membulatkan matanya dengan penuh perhatian. Ia menjadi sangat tertarik. "Mereka bilang begitu?"

"Kalau bahasa Prancisku tidak salah dengar ya..." kata Alex. "Waktu aku keluar Notre Dame aku pura-pura tersesat, karena aku ingin mengambil foto dari jarak dekat. Dan aku mendengar mereka sedang membahas apakah peristiwa ini dilakukan oleh orang yang sama seperti 15 tahun lalu."

"Lima belas tahun lalu??" Emma merasakan dadanya berdebar kencang. Bisa jadi dulu terjadi sesuatu dan ayahnya terlibat di dalamnya. "Kau tahu peristiwa apa yang mereka maksudkan?"

Ia harus mencari tahu apa yang terjadi waktu itu untuk mendapatkan petunjuk keberadaan ayahnya.

"Mungkin ada di internet. Kita bisa cari tahu nanti," Haoran yang menyadari perubahan sikap Emma kemudian memutuskan untuk menghentikan percakapan mereka karena teman-teman mereka sudah jauh meninggalkan ketiganya. "Ayo, kita ikuti rombongan, jangan sampai ketinggalan. Nanti kita bisa membahasnya lagi."

Emma mengangguk. Ia melangkah mengikuti Haoran dan Alex, tetapi dengan sigap tangannya segera membuka internet di ponselnya dan mencari berita yang dimaksud Alex. Dengan lincah ia mengetik beberapa kata kunci yang dicarinya. Lima belas tahun lalu berarti... tahun 2041. Bio hacker. Prancis.

ENTER

Sepasang matanya membulat melihat beberapa tautan berita yang isinya mirip, tentang sebuah panen raya yang misterius di sebuah daerah di Prancis. Sambil terus berjalan mengikuti Haoran, Emma mengklik satu tautan untuk membacanya.

PANEN RAYA SETELAH GAGAL PANEN DUA TAHUN BERTURUT-TURUT AKIBAT GLOBAL WARMING, PETANI DI LIMOGES MERASA BAHAGIA. NAMUN APA YANG SEBENARNYA TERJADI?

Inikah peristiwa yang mereka maksud? pikir Emma keheranan. Ia dengan cepat membaca headline itu dan menemukan bahwa sekelompok petani di Limoges, Prancis merasa putus asa karena sudah cukup lama gagal panen. Kasus itu menjadi perhatian nasional karena ada seorang petani yang bunuh diri akibat depresi sebab ia selalu gagal panen dan tidak dapat membayar pinjaman ke bank. 

Pada suatu hari, tiba-tiba saja semua tanaman pangan yang mereka tanam tumbuh subur dan langsung memberikan panen hasil yang melimpah. Dalam waktu satu malam.

Ini pasti perbuatan ayah! pikir Emma dengan perasaan meluap-luap. Tidak salah lagi. Ini pasti perbuatan Kaoshin Stardust...

"Aku telah menunggumu selama 20 tahun dan melintasi setengah alam semesta untuk mencarimu. Aku akan bersabar," kata sang raja muda itu dengan penuh pengertian.

Emma tersentuh oleh kata-katanya yang tulus. "Terima kasih."

Satu-satunya yang Emma inginkan dalam hidup adalah bertemu keluarganya. Siapa nyana ia harus melintasi ruang dan waktu untuk menemukan mereka?

***
Emma Stardust, yang ditinggalkan di depan panti asuhan ketika dia berusia empat tahun, ternyata adalah anak perempuan dari seorang putri pelarian dan seorang jenderal besar dari Planet Akkadia. Orang tuanya meninggalkannya untuk menyelamatkannya dari kejaran keluarga raja Akkadia.

Tiga belas tahun kemudian, rahasia masa lalunya terungkap ketika ia tiba-tiba terbangun di puncak Menara Eiffel dan menyadari bahwa ia dapat mengendalikan api, angin, dan berbagai elemen lainnya.

Dan Putra Mahkota Akkadia ingin Emma menjadi istrinya? Apa yang terjadi dengan orang tua Emma? Bisakah Emma menerima cinta sang pangeran? Akankah kekuatannya membawa teman... atau musuh?

Ikuti perjalanan Emma saat ia mengungkap misteri tentang masa lalu dan masa depannya. 

PS: Novel ini tersedia dalam bahasa Inggris (Finding Stardust) dan Indonesia.

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Another judge asked, "Have you never lost hope?"
"Why should I?" Han Luo confidently said, "I'm a normal human like other dancers. I eat healthy food every day, I have both legs and hands. I'm not autistic either. Even autistic people are doing better these days. I'm intelligent. I have everything a normal human has. If others can do it, it means it's possible for everyone. I will ever lose hope after I know that it's possible."
"Has no one ever told you that you can never do anything or you should give up?"
Han Luo answered, "Since I was the youngest in the dancing school, all the seniors bullied me and told me nastier words than you just said. But, their harsh words made me work hard even more. They gave me the strength to surpass them and I did. I'm very thankful to them."
Han Luo answered, "I had times when I couldn't do certain moves that others could. It made me wonder why I couldn't do it while others did. I was curious and followed the best dancer in our class and I saw that she practiced hard moves day and night till she mastered it. That made me realize that I have to practice more and more until I get better than anyone."
The five judges clapped their hands and so did the audiences. One of the judges said, " We need positive and strong-willed people like you to stay at the top. We want to see you in the finale."
'So, I passed!' Han Luo smiled brightly and said, "You will see me in the finale. Please don't worry."
The judges laughed at her words and everyone applauded once again. After she went to the backstage, people who were standing there all patted her back.
Han Luo's nervousness flew away. She smiled at them and went to the dressing room. She changed her clothes and then met Noah waiting for her outside the door. Noah gave her a warm hug. "You did great!"
"Oh, I was so nervous!" Han Luo huffed.
Noah asked, "Do you want to go to the hotel or do you want to watch the rest of the participants' performances?" 
"Let's go to Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris!" Han Luo excitedly said.
 
"Nice choice!" Noah grinned. "What about Madam Mo and Young Master Mo? Do you want to ask them out?"
Han Luo replied, "Nah, let them have some mother-son moment. I know big brother Yuan doesn't have many memories as I have with mom."
"Is that why you forced Madam Mo to stay with Young Master Mo when he had an audition?" Noah walked out with her.
Han Luo grinned like a cheeky brat. Noah smiled at her and rubbed her head. "You did well."
Sometimes he is surprised seeing how sensible she is though she is so young.
They went to their destination.
Notre-Dame de Paris, referred to simply as Notre-Dame, is a medieval Catholic cathedral. The cathedral was consecrated to the Virgin Mary and considered to be one of the finest examples of French Gothic architecture.
Noah asked, "Did you know some of the most important relics in Christendom, including the Crown of Thorns, a sliver of the true cross and a nail from the true cross, are preserved at Notre-Dame?"
Han Luo asked, "That crown of thorns that I saw in the picture? Is that even the real one? Didn't Jesus Christ die a long time ago?"
Noah shrugged. "Who knows? I still want to see those relics though."
"Me too!" Han Luo excitedly pulled his inside.
One hour later, they got a call from Ma Rui. Noah handed the cell phone to Han Luo. She answered the call and said, "Mom, I got selected and I'm in the second round."
Ma Rui beamed. "Congrats, my child! I know you can do it! Are you still there? Why don't I fetch you? You and your big brother can go somewhere and play." She enthusiastically said. 
Han Luo said, "Umm, we are already out. We will come back late. You don't spend your time with big brother Yuan so much, mom. He is your son. You should give him more time. He didn't have time to spend with you for six years. I will give you two some time alone. Have fun, all right?"
"Luo'er, you…" Ma Rui was speechless. She knew that she didn't give her son time but her husband or her own son never mentioned it before. But, Han Luo did. She suddenly felt emotional.
Who said she didn't want to spend time with her son? However, her son didn't want to spend time with her. So, she got busy with other things. She never thought that she would be given the opportunity by Han Luo.
Han Luo giddily said, "I know, just let me talk to big brother Yuan."
"Okay," Ma Rui passed the cell phone to Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan asked, "Where are you? We will pick you."
"What kind of son are you?" Han Luo scolded him. "Mom always wants to spend time with you but you never agree. This is no good. Go and spend some time with your mom. She gave birth to you, I didn't." She puffed her cheeks.
"Pfft!" Noah laughed after hearing her words.
Mo Yuan frowned. There was no way he would think of Han Luo as his mother. He would rather think of something else.
He didn't want to offend her. Therefore, he agreed, "Fine, I will do what you said. When will you come back?"
"After mom and you finish your dinner." Han Luo hung up.
It was evening already. The sun had set in the west. The sky was overshadowed by purple color and mixed with orange and pink hue. There were some fragments of Prussian blue clouds floating in the sky.
The City of Light lightened up and shimmered confidently. Looking at the glorious yet romantic Paris, Han Luo held her breath. A soft breeze blew and her long hair danced in the wind.
She softly whispered as if she was afraid of ruining the beauty of the city of hundreds of years, "I think I'm in love with Paris."


*WELCOME TO THE STORY OF THE SWEETEST GIRL WITH THE SEXIEST CHARM*
"Baby, why don't you serve me tonight?"
"Baby, since I'm yours, you are mine as well."
His words are magnetic and seductive, making her heart race.

The Han Family’s Han Luo is a beautiful, smart, and sensible child; everyone loves her. That aside, the friend of her elder cousin – who she affectionately calls ‘big brother’ – has his eyes set on her. 

Han Luo’s fondness for her big brother has grown over time, but as the fondness grew, so did his bullying. After all, it’s not his fault that he can’t control himself when she’s being all cute! 

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The next match was a great highlight as everybody wanted to see the two top teams as opponents going against each other even though we were picked to win this game, everybody was still was excited to see this game. We were facing a team that we lost to in my past life Notre Dame. Their team captain had wet online and was talking trash about our team, so I wanted to bring it to the next game. 
I had Coach G put me in for the whole game surprising him as he asked me whether I would get tired and he didn't want to risk me getting injured for this game since I was now his star player. I told him not to worry, and that he should just put me in since I knew my second ability will kick in, the unlimited stamina will definitely kick in during the game. The game finally started between Notre Dame and the Terps. This was a home game as we were playing in the Comcast Center and the Notre Dame team was the visitor. Due to the hype on this game and sold out tickets the school had hired a few performances before the game started and it seemed like it was more exciting than ever. All my family and friends had shown up to see this game since it was highly anticipated, the place was booked and packed full of people. The tickets were sold out and even some celebrities had come to watch the game. Riri had shown up to watch this game as she wanted to support me. I was surprised to get her text message saying that she was going to come for the game, she normally never came to my games so seeing her there made me slightly happy. Sandra and her beta team had also performed and when she saw that Rihanna had come and performed too she was slightly jealous because her performance was way better than theirs. Sandra didn't take it to heart because she knew that we were just friends and just enjoyed the show. The guys were making fun of me because Rihanna had come to see me but I told them that she just came to perform and that she was getting paid for it but later on we found out that she really did really come to perform for me which shocked me a little bit but at the same time I wasn't too surprised since I had hooked her up with some new songs. The game went on underway as we won the jump ball. Momba wanted to start with me so the coach allowed that to happen as he won the jump ball for us and quickly passed it to me. I took the shot right away as the whole crowd started cheering before the shot even went in. The Notre Dame players were shocked that I will take it from half-court and make it just like that. They had four good star players on their team, their guards with very good as they were extremely quick and nimble, as soon as I saw the guard that brought down the ball was facing up against me I noticed it was the same guy that was talking trash about our team online the day before the game so I decided to embarrass him in this game as I time froze and stole the ball from him when the time of freeze he saw that I had taken the ball from him and was rushing up the court he quickly chased after me. The guard had caught up but by the time he could even play any kind of defense on me I was already rising up for the dunk as he tried to block the ball but ended up fouling me making it a and one play. The guard had gotten dunked on and the whole crowd was hyped because of this, he didn't say anything after that as I had shut him up and put him in his place. The game continues on as we had a 20 point lead and they had zero. I wasn't giving them any chances as I kept stealing the ball from the guard eventually their coach had to bring in another guard but this guard I went easy on because he didn't come out talking trash but still by the time the half was over Momba and I had racked up quite a number of points. I didn't even give two hoots about the opposite team as I had ranked up my assist totals by feeding Momba mostly and had racked up 60 points by the half. I also had an all-time high steals with 30 steals everybody was shocked by this as they thought it was impossible. I had 15 assists, 60 points 30 steals and five rebounds. I needed 5 more rebounds in order to get my quadruple-double so I kept playing on to the next quarter and in the next quarter, I let them score a few points as they had taken out their starters long time ago in order to play their bench since it seemed like the starters had lost all their confidence playing in this game. I had thoroughly beaten them to the ground to the point of no return that even the guard who was talking trash was thinking about quitting basketball forever. The game went on as I had finally gotten my quadruple-double. I didn't score any more points but I did a lot of assists which got me up to 30 assists as I went to go sit on the bench with my quadruple-double, 60 points 30 steals 30 assists and 10 rebounds. The whole crowd was cheering for me and doing the three symbols as I want to sit on the bench. John and the crew was there and they were surprised to see such stats as they have never seen, even Michael Jordan in his prime time had not done such miracle numbers but there was a lot of haters out there that said that it was just college ball and that it was easy to rank up the stats but I didn't say anything about that as I knew when I get to the NBA I'll be able to do the same thing depending on how I felt I could even do more.


Eazy at 50years old woke up one day in his ten year old body happy about getting another chance at life. He gets info that he has three abilities.
This is my first time writing so I'm going to wing things as it comes to my mind please bare with me. Please point out any Grammer errors.

PS. THIS NOVEL IS NOT FOR THE WEAK HEART AND ITS NOT ALL SUNSHINE EVERYDAY THE MC WILL HAVE BAD DAYS SO IF YOU NOT READY TO SEE A MC TAKE A L PLEASE DO NOT READ.

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