STORY PARTS ARE DELETED DUE TO NUMEROUS PLAGIARIZING ISSUE. THIS STORY WILL ONLY AVAILABLE TO READ AT WATTPAD AND INKITT IN THE FUTURE. FOR THOSE WHO SHAMELESSLY STEAL THE WORKS OF SMALL WRITERS, F*CK YOU! THIS ISN'T NEAR NEW YORK BESTSELLER TYPE OF NOVEL, BUT THE SENTIMENTAL VALUE IT HAS FOR ME IS FAR MORE PRICELESS THAN YOUR CHEAP-ASS LIVES. ROT IN HELL!

(REPUBLISHING)

"If truth is what you seek, a huge payment is needed. A payment not everyone would gladly pay for─not if you're desperate enough."



How far would you go to uncover the truth?

To a desperate Celestine? Even it means selling her soul to the devil.

That's all after the death of her best friends and the blames along with it almost sent her to a mental asylum, only to receive a suspicious free three-month all-expense stay invitation letter from a so-called Esotera Court amidst her mourning. Sane people would refuse, but what comes to her doorstep the very next day is something she cannot ignore─a possible clue to her friends' untimely death. 

Left under the mercy of her savior who's questionable loyalty to her seems to know no boundaries, she finds herself delving deep into twisted trickeries and life-threatening instances that seem to make absolutely no sense. Such things which ultimately question the reality of her existence, and the role she unwittingly played that leads her to the isolated island of Esotera Court.

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GENRE/S: Mystery, New Adult, Psychological Horror

[WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS TRIGGERING VIOLENCE AHEAD! READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED!]

All Rights Reserved. Copyright. 2018 by Morrigan Hex

when i was in Lincoln High School in Brooklyn New York City. I was the Son of New York and led the Lincoln High School to win the New York State Championship 2 years in a row (2001 and 2002)
In those two years, I got Mr. Basketball of New York 2 times, and the best high school student in the United States and i also got other honors.
Even the Owner of the New York Knicks joke about that once i participated in the draft the knicks will pick me. 
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flashback This is a fanfiction using the character from the mortal instruments which are trademarked by Cassandra Clare. I do not claim ownership of the character in the world. 
I hit the alarm clock. I gap my phone off my night still looking at twitter Instagram in the face all of them was going off blow up my three books in my wife of fortitude chronicles. Which are name after the people in my life? Wife of strength Wife of Silver Wife with power. The three books were the one that becomes a New York bestseller in was on the number three on the list. Because this was my first book series the reviews form the first two books were 2.5 start rate in the other one had a 3.5 on a good read. Which was a surprise to me then was fans and critics. The critics say of the two books they were full of cliches in tropes like it had an overly perfect female protagonist along with hot awful in an abusive childhood. An abusive in more overly talented side character along with hot in dirty sex. Published Companies like Simon and Schumpeter Harper  Collins IN other publishing all send reject letters. So I look into self- published on Amazon my first book Wife of Strength in I published it on amazon it becomes number one on Kindle. I really like self-publishes because I keep all my rights as an author. It helps with the bill that the time. My fiance name Samantha has been an editor and have been write book for to 10 years so I think I'm in good hand remember the day I come to her office.

Christian Fairchild would like none but to live a good and quiet life but there one problem. His mom and dad are Jace and Clary two of the most famous Shadownhunters and the Shadow world. They try there best to raise him in the way of the Shadowhunters world teaching him how to hunt and kill Demon about the downwards the oath they take etc. He becomes a famous author with his romance mystery fantasy it is written with his wife along with the New York Times bestselling list a number a five-time in his one-shot manga. He would like to be a good fiance to his new fiance But Destiny will not be denied in an old prophecy they have planned for Christian Fairchild can he fight or will he end up becoming what he hates. Sci-fi space adventure has sold millions in he has been on  This will be based on the shadowhunters book and the tv show all of them also this will be take 30 years after the event of the city of heavenly fire in the dark artifices. The runes with being black will be red but most will be black.



    "Yes, Eric, can you hand this book to my Publishing House to work?"Michael Claus didn't hide his intentions and said it straightforwardly.

    Eric looked at the black girl who had finished printing, was binding, and then said to Michael Claus: "Sorry, Michael, although thank you for your approval, but you know, I want to go to some of the larger Publishing House to try my luck. . Just like every parent, I hope that my child can get into the Ivy League school. Are you right? "

    Michael's expression is not disappointing, but smiles: "Eric, do you have a good understanding of the large Publishing House? Maybe we can find a place to talk, I know there is a coffee shop not far away, I Please, how about?"

    Eric took the black girl's bound manuscript and packed the first draft into the bag. He refused directly: "Sorry, Michael, I am going to be late for work. If the manuscript is rejected by the Publishing House, I will contact you. of."

    Eric finished, took his backpack out of the print shop and started the car to the Italian Restaurant. Michael in the print shop just hesitated a little, immediately rushed out of the store and drove up. He has an intuition that if he misses this opportunity, he may regret it for a lifetime. This intuitive three-pointer is directed at the novel called Jurassic Park, and the seven points are indeed for the young man Eric.

    Although he only read the first half of the novel, Michael was surprised to find that Eric not only incorporated many high-tech factors such as genetic engineering, chaos theory, and nanotechnology that his teens of this age might not have heard of, and There is no loss of the fun of the novel, and the twists and turns of the plot are fascinating.

    He has not seen examples of integrating many high-tech into novels, but most of them use oysters, and even write some novels into popular science books. That type of novel is obviously not for all types of readers. Please.

    Eric parked the car in the parking lot and turned to find a black car that was not far away. Michael Claus came down from the car and apparently followed him. This made Eric's vanity little satisfaction, and unconsciously had a good impression on Michael.

    "Hey, Eric."Michael raised his hand to Eric and was about to speak. Eric pointed to his watch and said, "That, Michael, look, it's nine o'clock. I am a waitress at this Italian Restaurant, maybe you don't mind ordering another breakfast? The restaurant is very leisurely before ten o'clock and has an hour. "

    Michael nodded intently and followed Eric into the restaurant.

    Eric changed his clothes, and Michael was already sitting in the window seat, with an early breakfast and seven seven eight eight.

    "I am with Mr. Jeff explained it, but you have to hurry. "Eric sat down opposite Michael and then smiled: "I am young, but not so easy to be convinced."

    Michael smiled. "I believe that you have listened to my explanation and will definitely hand over the book to me." I just said that you may not know about the large Publishing House. Just happened, I have been in Simon & Schuster for eleven years, starting with the most basic review editor, because the competition department Manager After failing to leave, I founded Night Elf Publishing House. "

    "What does this have to do with the topic we are talking about now?"Previous life As a Loser, Eric is most afraid of others telling his own history of struggle, and can't help but insert a sentence.

    "Don't worry, young people, I said these just to let you know, my next words are true and credible. Do you know that when I first started the review editor, I would review tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of words every day. Although inside…Well, there are a lot of bad manuscripts, but there are quite a few manuscripts that have accumulated publishing value. At most, the number of books published in one year has reached two thousand. You can imagine, as a new person, even if you publish, how many promotional marketing resources can you get from these thousands of publications? "

    Michael finished, stopped and drank, leaving Eric with some time to think. Eric acknowledged Michael's words in his heart, but did not say anything, just use his eyes to signal Michael to continue.

    Michael raised his hand slightly, as if in a speech: "My Publishing House is small, but I have a lot of experience in book publishing marketing. Moreover, my Publishing House has mainly published novels such as science fiction, adventure, and horror in recent years. Although only a dozen novels have been published each year, they have already gained a certain reputation in the industry. You handed me "Jurassic Park", then for the next period of time, I promised to use the resources I have mastered to distribute the novel, and in the shortest possible time, the book's fame. And in my experience, under my full operation, this is likely to break into the bestseller list. "

    Michael illuminates all his cards and waits for Eric's decision.

    Eric was a bit absent-minded about Michael's rhetoric. A small or micro-Publishing House, how much energy can all resources be?

    He is already a middle-aged uncle in his bones. In the complicated circle of previous life, he has seen strange pigs running around the world. Of course, it won't be because Michael Claus's words are very tempting and confusing, just like a young man who changed his mind. However, Michael actually poked Eric's heart in one sentence: in the shortest possible time, the reputation of "Jurassic Park" was launched.

    No matter in what era, fame is an intangible but useful resource. Eric is now going to realize his plan. His biggest weakness is age. A young man will naturally give people a feeling of being untrustworthy.

    But if you have enough fame, this shortcoming will be well covered. An 18-year-old high school student, when Director made a movie, everyone would accuse him of chaos, not knowing how to be tall. And if an 18-year-old genius writer makes a movie, the result will definitely be different. There will definitely be criticism, but more people will definitely say: Oh, that genius kid is doing something amazing.

    Eric tried it out: "I have to say, Michael, your condition is really a bit of a heart." However, these are your words, I don't know your Publishing House at all. "

    "It's a good testimony," Michael said without hesitation: "On the recent Best New York Times bestseller list, there is just one of my Publishing House books on the list, although it's only the last one, but This book has been purchased by the 20th Century Fox movie, and is likely to be made into a movie in the next few years."

    Eric believes in Michael's words, he does not need to lie on this easy to be dismantled, said: "So, how do we take the time to talk about specific cooperation?"

    Michael glanced and said: "You…Do you agree? "

    "Yes," Eric nodded and smiled. "To be honest, I can't wait to see my novel being made into a book."

    "So, how about tonight, I think you may need work now."Michael pointed to the guests who grew up in the restaurant.

    After the two agreed on the meeting place, Michael left the restaurant with satisfaction.

    "Eric, what have you talked to with that person, seeing how happy you are now?"Jeff asked, just that Eric just said something to discuss with friends, so he was curious.

    Eric handed the menu of the guest just to the colleague in the kitchen, and then to Jeff, the guest waiter: "Good news, Jeff, who was just a Boss of Publishing House, I am about to publish my novel."

    Jeff is a little messy, and some suspicious: "Fiction, did you still say that you were writing a script yesterday, how to rewrite the novel, do you give up the Director ideal so quickly, intend to be a writer?"

    Eric said: "Of course not, my goal is not to change at will. When Director and writing novels don't conflict, isn't it? By the way, my novel is in my backpack in the locker room. Jeff, you can go and have a look and help me with some advice. "

    Jeff turned to the dressing room with doubts. He thought Eric's novel was a short story of a few thousand words. When he saw a thick stack of novels, Jeff almost blinked his eyes. More than 100,000 words, I have never written so many words in my life.

    Spend some of the busiest dining hours at noon and have a little leisure. The staff of the restaurant discovered that it seems that Boss has been disappearing for several hours. This is very rare for a fat man who likes to wander around and show his sense of existence.

    When the staff negotiated about looking for Boss, Jeff got out of the locker room and patted Eric's shoulder: "A very good novel, I am sure of one thing now, you will resign soon. It is."After saying these words, Jeff is leaving the old god.

    As soon as Boss disappeared, a group of people gathered around to ask Eric what had happened.

    So throughout the afternoon, from time to time, waiters and even kitchen staff took time to drill into the locker room and took turns reading Eric's manuscripts. Even after work, a beautiful waitress in the restaurant asked with a spoiled question whether he could take the manuscript home to see.

    Although the pretty girl's wink makes Eric feel a bit sloppy, Eric can only refuse this request. Although several copies of the novel have not been used, it is nothing to lend to her, but the novel has not been published after all, and he does not want to see what happened before. I have known other people's works as such things. I have never known this in ancient and modern times. He experienced this kind of thing in his previous life.



I was basically jobless now and debating whether I should listen to the worry notes from the back of my head or whether I should pretend to be alright about it. I had, of course, other worries too. Like, worrying about the calc homework I needed to submit tomorrow. 

I sometimes wondered why I even bothered complete education when I was pretty much sure I would never be able to save up enough money for the college of my fantasies. 

After completing the last question of that question whose algorithm felt like solving the world with different procedures for a hundred times, I sighed and stretched my arms to reignite my force forcefully. 

"How captivating it must have sound to your head, Isaac. I wish you only kept it in your head. Things like these are not meant for sharing." With these half-assed jokes by my side, I looked at the ceiling. 

I lived in an old apartment which had the looks of a cardboard box. I had a small divan, a small closet, a small bathroom and a small space for keeping the stove. Everything about my house was small, except for my existence. And, yeah, it had a serious disease of termites and roaches.  I sometimes wondered how  Zach and I would  manage when we would start living together; when he would get well, hopefully. 

The next day, with the advent of dawn, I got up and started for school. Once I had passed the No-weapon test, I got to my locker and took out my books. You may wonder, why are you so boring? Well, I wonder the same thing. Why do I feel like I am falling apart when everything feels perfectly normal? And how can you determine a perfect life? By extreme riches and dreams getting completed? But, The books describe simplicity and contented lives as perfect? And, when will I get the explanations to my absurd concerns?

I was in senior year, the time you are expected to study like there is no tomorrow. I was doing well with a nice report card full of straight As. And yet, I was on the list of kids who needed some sort of extra attention  to live their own lives. As if, some therapy will resurrect my foster parents, as if it can make Zach discontinue being a human vegetable. 

I made my way to the counselor's office along with some other kids. We were walking together but still not talking. As if bodies walking together but heads roaming elsewhere. On the right side, It's me, Maria and Kenneth. They were model students, perfect grades, nice parents, or at least I thought that.
On my left-hand side, was Noah. One of the most prominent, sorry, the most prominent guy, Noah Centineo. The one and only Noah, who apart from being a live sculpture, was known for being an unapologetic jerk who still somehow had his locker full of affection epistles every damn day. It's kind of weird to be put in the same category as the school's god. 
Well, I didn't actually care, did I?

"Ms. Kore and Mr. Centineo. You both are desired inside." The student secretary delivered the message. 

Noah narrowed his eyes and looked at me. 
"Seriously." He whimpered and got inside with me. What was he thinking? 

"Morning, ma'am." We both erupted at the same time. 
The woman looked at us through her spectacles with an odd pout making her purple lipstick look kind of dinosaur scales and not in an elegant way.

"Soooo." She hauled her low pitched voice, "We have a very different pair here, don't we? Centineo and Kore." I looked at her with a glance spilling of awkwardness and as for, Noah. Did he seem... smooth?

She proceeded,  "I don't want anything from you two. But, just an answer to exactly why both of your college applications are so barren?" She screamed in a calm and collected voice. I disn't know how she pulled that off, but she did. 

Before I could even come up with something, Noah began, " What else do you need? I have full grades and a rich father. What else do the NewYork  Film and Arts university needs?"

"You need to understand, young man, money is not everything." The therapist started her therapy. Ugh, all they care about is getting the right thing in our head, they don't care about this goddamned feature we possess called emotions. Yeah, it feels exactly the same but look closer. There is an endless bridge between the two.

The statement sealed him up. She turned to me,  "And you penned you just like performing and the only proves you have are some receipts from the drama club." She testified my blood won certificates as receipts, look at her audacity. 

"Yeah, you see, I am kind of poor. I never had the money to train me." I said the only thing that came to my lagging brain cells.

"True talent is born and not created. And, honestly,  thousands of drama club members sign up for that. It's not that easygoing. "She once again gently scolded me.

"So, what should I do?" I asked.

She breathed a sigh, "I have a big opportunity for both of you." She hands each of us a flyer. " This is the annual filmmaking contest of New York."

"But, we live in Greenwich Village, not in New York."

"It lets us participate since we live near. Every school has to give two movies. Only three people are given the scholarship of going there. You are, as the reports say, a nice actress and Centineo here can be the creative director, producer, and script author. After all, you are a  
bestseller author."

"Author?" This was big news to me. 

He rolled his eyes in irritation, "You need not disclose this information to everyone, mom." Woah! Woah! Woah!  Too much information!

"Wait, what? You are an author and she is your mom?"

He faced me for the first time. God, he was beautiful, " As you already know, you and I are going to work together, I will tell you, I am the novelist of 'Authoress'. And yes, this woman here is my mother."

"Wait. Wait. Wait. You are the author of THE Authoress? The one in which the protagonist is a content author who decides to write about a sex offender. I haven't actually read it."

He glared at me, " Yes, that Authoress."

"Since you both are okay with the arrangement, you are dismissed." I wanted to protest but, " And if you don't, forget the university." 

Feelt like, I was going to share a project with the billionaire lad. 

"But, when shall I meet you?"

"Tomorrow. 6 PM. Cornelia Street." He said and left me alone, without ever gracing me with a look.

"It was me who killed them." Said Noah with horror-filled eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked, trying not to expect the worst and that was then the car swept right on me, sending me to the ground 
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Jacintha- She isn't your normal high school senior if you look beside her normal exterior. And just wants to complete her senior year and save her brother from dying 

Noah- The Highschool sweetheart with tons of admirers and an undercover bestseller author who hates everything regarding his family, especially his sister's new tutor, Jacintha.
 
Together, they are given the task to make a memorable film in order to enroll in their dream film academy. With all the upsides and downsides of senior year and adolescent emotions, Jacintha's bloody past sweeps itself in. Will these two surpass all the complications or they will break in the process?

 "PLEASE ARRANGE A MEETING FOR ME WITH DRAKE ANDERSON ASAP!!!" I told Lauren and she nodded. She walked away to make the phone call.
"Eleanor don't act impulsively. Calm down first... Drake was only worried about you ...", Adam consoled me but I wasn't getting down with it. How could Drake just do that?
He wasn't the only person starring in this movie. So was I. I know I didn't have much power like he did but we both signed a contract and as long as we did, we were on the same page.
"Eleanor you do remember his father's company in collaboration with India is the huge investor to this movie....?" Gemini asked and I turned to him.
"What are you talking about?"
"Elroi Anderson, one of the biggest enterepneur in the world invested in the movie under Mercedes-Benz and Canon companies. They invested fifty million dollars into this movie and in collaboration with India, they gave twenty million dollars. So if you decide what to do, you better keep that in to consideration. If you annoy Drake one bit, I think he might withdraw and this whole production will go down the drain...." My sick money-loving manager laid it all in front of me and my jaw dropped.

Drake invested so much money in this movie. Why was that?
He had already starred in over twenty films. On top of that, his films have grossed over $3.5 billion in North America and over $10.5 billion worldwide, making him one of the world's highest-grossing actors. Three years ago, he released the autobiography Drake the man, a New York Times bestseller. In 2011,  he founded the production company Six Swans Productions, which has produced several films and other entertainment projects. And now I hear his father is an entrepreneur who also invested in the movie?? He already had so much money and I know for a fact the pay he was getting from this movie didn't mean anything compared to the cash he had. More like a drop in the ocean. Consistently ranked among the world's highest-paid actors, Drake made the Time 100 Most Influential People in the World list in 2016 and 2019, and is the co-owner of the Buenos football league. 
This guy had everything he wanted. Anything.

"Eleanor....are you listening? What are you thinking about?" Gemini jerked my shoulder and startled me.
"What???" I asked in confusion.
"Drake says he'll see you at lunch. In fact, he was already expecting you...." Lauren added the last part with a quizzical look.
"Oh yeah...I...owe him lunch...." I sighed and got up from my seat. I walked to the window and looked at the noisy big street.
So calming like the sea waves hitting against the rocks.
"Eleanor...." Gemini's low voice gave away the fact that he had something serious to talk to me about.
"Martin wants to apologize to you on behalf of the agency for how Natalia treated you and he wants to talk to you over dinner at his place..." he spoke in a very low voice. 
"Why?? Because I have connections with Drake Anderson? Does the agency apologize to every mistreated conduct over their models or it's just me??"
"Eleanor.....shhh.! There are security cameras in here and we could be recorded. Be mindful of your speech please....I personally think this is a far fetched sick opportunity. It's not just some manager but in fact the CEO of Star Records apologizing to you. Do you know not even an actor of your paying rank can get an invite to his house on a silver platter???" 
"I know....if you're a man you have to pay a lot of cash and if you're a woman,you trade it with the bed....",
"Eleanor!!!" he yelled at me and raised his hand to slap me but Adam quickly got hold of it.
"Don't you dare....!" he hissed. His dark, cold eyes were filled with rage and a hint of guilt. He was torturing himself because when the incident happened, he wasn't there with me.
"Let go of my hand...." Gemini protested but Adam didn't seem to want to let go.
"I only tolerate you because you're her manager but trust me, we'd be down the road downtown man to man just you and me right now....and I promise, I wouldn't be the one bleeding...." Adam scared Gemini and he went wandering with his tail between his legs.
He stormed out of the room in amber and smashed the door against the frame before he walked out.
"Are you alright....??"he asked giving me a hug. " Am sorry...I wasn't there for you when it happened...."
"It's alright Adam, you weren't there. You're not Zeus....or Hercules or Thor..."
"W-what?" he chuckled.
"You're not a god...." I repeated and got him to laugh. 
"No am not...."
"Exactly...don't beat yourself too much....it was no one's fault. We all just have issues we need to deal with personally....like seeing a psychiatrist one or two times a month doesn't hurt....." I joked and he laughed.
He hugged me tight and I returned the favour.
I loved this man with all my heart and he was a blessing unto me from above.
There was no one like him and there wouldn't be anyone like him. He was specifically made for me and me alone. No one would ever take him away from me.
He kissed my hair and my forehead followed. I was excited to be in his arms again as I totally missed the feeling over the past two days.
I looked at his face and loved just how ever feature was perfectly placed in place. 
Very handsome.
Suddenly, his lips covered mine in a long warm embrace that left me breathless. I kissed him back and it felt like it was our first time.
The magic, the ignition the fire was all brand new and burning with finesse. It was extraordinary. More extraterrestrial....

"Ehem!! Cough, cough, cough....there's uh...something in my throat...cough..." Lauren interrupted and Adam and I laughed. We turned to her simultaneously.
"What is it???" I asked.
"Ummm...I think I should also get going...." she shrugged her hands and matched for the door. 
"Byeee..."
"I'll come pick you have for lunch....." she promised and I shook my head. 
"That's not necessary....ask Brian to drop me....that's his job...." I assured her and she nodded.
Unlike Gemini, she gracely closed the door leaving Adam with me to carry on what we were doing.


What happens when your long time boyfriend is not your true love??
Living as an actress and part-time model
Eleanor de la Rue knew the cons and pros of the dating world.
She knew very well to paint a man as yours before it might be a second too late.
Living with Adam as her Romeo, she had evening shed ever want in life.
Nothing, no glory would ever surpass the prestige she experienced having had s name attached to hers by a link of romance.

But then....
Adam goes to England and falls for the princess....
TRUE?? yes
He even called her his true love.
What about Eleanor??
She changed that to her many times before
Was it a lie?
Was he toying with her?
Was he pretending??

If you wanna know more....
Hurry and add the book to your library
Xoxoxoxox

"Yesterday, a shocking gambling contract was signed between the famous author of Jurassic Park and 17 Again, eighteen-year-old prodigy Eric Williams, and Columbia Pictures of the Coca-Cola Group."
 
"It was reported, Eric Williams after filming 17 Again, in just fifteen days, wrote and directed a low-budget comedy of one hundred and forty minutes titled Home Alone. Eric Williams reportedly relied on the paycheck he received as a starring actor, as well as his royalty fee from Jurassic Park to accomplish this feat. Regardless of what the quality of the film might be, this makes him worthy of the 'genius' title."
 
"After viewing Home Alone and deliberating, the Columbia executives were unanimously optimistic. According to insiders, Mr. Blount Cohen, President of Columbia Pictures had even wanted to buy the entirety of the copyrights for 10 million $. However, Eric Williams refused this offer that would have made him one of the youngest multimillionaires in Hollywood, and instead proposed a completely insane gambling contract."
 
The article was detailing the two sides of the bet, and analyzing the possibility of Eric winning it. The author was obviously an insider and had included a series of data of similar box office comedies in the past. He estimated that with Home Alone, Eric's chance of losing was more than 80%.
 
Home Alone neither starred a celebrity cast nor had any investors. Among such good but low-budget comedies, only a few could make 2 to 3 million at the box office, most would just make a million. Therefore, the possibility of Home Alone breaking the 50 million mark was very low. The author even concluded by saying that Columbia would most likely never 'allow' Home Alone to pass that mark.
 
People liked to talk about all kinds of things, but their favorite topics would be, geniuses (the ones that were so out of their reach that they couldn't even feel envy), tragic heroes, and conspiracy theories.
 
The Los Angeles Times article had directly or indirectly, touched upon all three subjects, stirring the public sentiment. Even before the 20th Century Fox's 17 Again publicity stunt, people had begun to develop an interest in Eric. This could be seen by the sudden jump in Jurassic Park's sales.
 
Now, the appearance of Home Alone was like a bomb. The public's interest in Eric had exploded, which meant that sales and the ratings would too. Within a few days, he had already received dozens of requests for interviews. Jeff, who hadn't contacted in a while, suddenly called to inform that some people had come to inquire about him at the restaurant. Eric realized that he caught the attention of the paparazzi.
 
Meanwhile, after the publication of The Los Angeles Times article, the 20th Century Fox and Columbia Pictures seemed to form a tacit understanding, as the promotions of 17 Again and Home Alone started in full swing.
 
Carter Hunt, the head of the Distribution Department on Fox's side had some regrets about refusing to watch Eric's Home Alone. However, as a professional, he quickly got over his mood and after discussing with his peers at Columbia, launched a simultaneous publicity campaign. With these two giants joining forces, the results could well be imagined.
 
...
 
"Annie, how's the situation, can I go home?" Eric quickly asked his girlfriend coming through the door. He had been hiding at Annie's and hadn't gone home in a week.

Aniston shook her head, she put the groceries bags on the coffee table and said: "I drove past your home, there were at least seven or eight paparazzi keeping watch on your neighborhood. Fortunately, they didn't realize I was driving your car, otherwise, they would have certainly come after me, which would have been terrible."
 
Eric sighed. Thanks to the two giants united publicity campaign, Eric had become one of the most popular figures in North America. Even across the Atlantic, British newspapers had started to pick the subject up. Eric knew how things worked in this industry and immediately hid at Annie's place since receiving Jeff's phone call last week. The two studios promoting the movies were enough, the rest would just rely on the quality of the films itself. So, he didn't bother going out and getting interviewed by the paparazzi, not to mention, he wasn't certain they would write things as he stated them.
 
Although Eric promptly went into hiding and the paps hadn't been able to interview him, they had still dug around and his whole life from his immigration from England, his school's grades, to even his time passed at Jeff's Italian restaurant was laid bare for the public to feast on. Aniston was relishing in it all, teasing him from time to time.
 
Then, a tabloid published about his alleged love triangle between Drew Barrymore and an 'unknown actress'. They apparently got this from some members of the 17 Again crew, and the story was vividly written, even inferring that Drew's turning over a new leaf and joining a rehab center were all for Eric's sake. Once that article came out, a certain 'unknown actress' had made Eric sleep on the sofa for two days in a fit of jealousy.
 
...
 
Michael Klaus was so excited, he could barely sit still. The two giants' high-intensity propaganda for the two movies and Eric caused the sales of Jurassic Park, which had already exceeded 100,000 weekly sales, to skyrocket again. In the second week of November, Jurassic Park finally reached the top of the New York Times' North American bestseller list with sales of more than 250,000 copies. According to the current sales trend, breaking through 1 million copies this year wouldn't be a problem.
 
After calling him a few times to no avail, Michael Klaus learned of Eric's whereabouts from Penny Marshall and directly visited Aniston's place.
 
"Hey, Michael, how did you know I was here ?" Eric asked as he let Michael in the house.
 
"I was actually thinking of calling the police since I couldn't find you anywhere. But it turns out you were hiding here…" Michael Klaus was about to say something when he saw Aniston coming out of the bedroom and shut his mouth.
 
"Michael, this is my girlfriend, Jennifer Aniston. Annie, this is Michael Klaus, the publisher of my book."
 
Michael and Aniston greeted each other before Annie left for the bathroom.
 
"Hey, Eric, is this the actress that was mentioned? I still like Drew though, she was really cute in E.T." Once Aniston's figure disappeared, Michael started gossiping.
 
Eric gave Michael a cup of coffee and whispered: "Michael, keep talking about this if you want Annie to throw you out, even I don't dare mention Drew's name now."
 
Michael Klaus realized Eric wasn't kidding and very decisively changed the subject: "Eric, Jurassic Park is now selling so well, don't you think you should start writing a sequel ?"
 
Eric shook his head without hesitation, the Jurassic Park copyrights were already in his hands, although he had used it as collateral for the lawyers, he wasn't worried. He didn't have any time to waste on writing a sequel.
 
"The fiction is already a complete story, and I think there is nothing else to write about, Michael."
 
Michael Klaus wasn't discouraged and quickly followed: "Well, do you have any other work ?"
 
Eric shook his head again. Earlier, he had been incredibly busy, and once he had finally completed Home Alone and signed the gambling contract with Columbia, he gave himself a break. But because there were only a few days before the release of the movies, he had to follow the crew around during the promotion. Fortunately, the two companies had reached a compromise and decided on a uniform promotional tour schedule, so Eric didn't have to run around ragged.

An advertising director is reborn in 1988 Hollywood as an eighteen-year-old blond-haired westerner named Eric Williams.

From then on, he starts writing movie scripts and television songs, becomes skilled in directing every kind of film, wins over all kinds of female celebrities, and takes the path to becoming a Hollywood legend.

Nathan Grant was not planning to get hit by a bus today but life seldom went as planned. This was what he got for involving himself in other people's problems but it was kind of hard not to. 
            For as long as he could remember he had this strange power that allowed him to see 1-5 minutes into the future when something bad was about to happen to someone else. For the longest time he thought it was déjà vu. But after a while it became impossible to keep writing it off, especially after the time he failed to save someone important to him when it was totally preventable…
            He had a terrible habit of jumping in to help whenever he saw something bad was about to happen even since. It had never gone quite this badly for him before though. 
            Normally they were fairly simple things. Pulling kids out of the way when people on bicycles were speeding down the sidewalk, catching people as they tripped, preventing dogs from running out into the street and getting hit by cars. 
            Nathan hadn't been expecting the bus but honestly it shouldn't have been surprising. The woman he was trying to save had showed up in no less than a dozen of his visions in the past few weeks. That had never happened before. 
            Most of the time this happened with total strangers that he never saw again but it could happen to people he was with as well. But she was the first person he didn't actually interact with regularly that had showed up in more than one. She had the worst luck of anyone he had ever seen. It was like she was a danger magnet. 
This all started normally enough. He had a craving for some bacon and pancakes but didn't have the ingredients to make them himself so he headed out to the nearest pancake house. If he had known what chain of events that would kickstart he would have stayed home. 
Nathan was a novelist and spent most of his time holed up in his apartment on his laptop. He hadn't expected to take that particular career path—writing was something he did to destress since he was a kid—but when he took a creative writing class in college his professor urged him to try and get published. 
Nine thriller novels later he was doing fairly well for himself but couldn't get complacent, especially since he didn't have a second job. The last three had even made it to the New York Times Bestseller List. That had really helped him out in terms of both royalties and how much the advance was worth for the book he was currently working on. 
A major benefit of primarily working from home was that he had less visions. For some reason they only happened if he was within the vicinity of the danger that was about to occur. 
After finding himself a job that didn't require leaving his house much they happened much less frequently. It wasn't as if he had many social connections requiring him to leave the house either. His visions made it difficult for him to get close to anyone. 
The exception was his much younger sister Amber Carlin, who had been adopted by a nice family after their parents died and they didn't have any relatives capable of taking them in. He had been seventeen at the time so he didn't bother trying to get adopted and knew he wasn't capable of caring for her himself. He did see her at least once a week though. She was the only person he had any deep feelings for left in this world. 
Amber knew about his weird power because she had been on the receiving end of it so many times when they were together. She thought it was awesome and called him a 'real life superhero.' 
Please. As if someone like him could ever be a superhero. 
He only helped people out of a sense of guilt for the one he couldn't save. That wasn't heroic in the slightest. 
Nathan tapped his fingers on the table as his stomach growled. He really shouldn't have put off eating this long but he was in the writing zone and hadn't wanted to stop a couple hours ago. He only came out to eat now because he was too hungry to focus at this point. 
He looked out over the restaurant. There weren't many people here at 3 PM. He could only see one other booth occupied in the entire place. A waitress was heading over to them carrying a tray of food that she had a precarious hold on. 
She ended up slipping on some water the child sitting at the edge of the booth had spilled and fell flat on her back with all of the food and plates falling on her. Ouch. Some of the plates that didn't land directly on her shattered and ended up cutting her arms too. 
Everyone at the table began to panic and less than a minute later everything rewound. As if it had never happened in the first place, the waitress was walking over to that table again. 
Nathan sighed. That was how his power worked. It was why he wrote it off as simple déjà vu for so long. There were no obvious signs that what just happened hadn't been anything more than a figment of his imagination. Unless he ignored it, that is. It would always happen exactly the way he saw it. 
This was such a minor accident that he almost didn't see the point in getting involved. The waitress hadn't gotten seriously hurt. Yet he still found himself on his feet heading over there to catch her when she fell. 
When the waitress slipped he was there to stop her from falling and the tray of food from spilling everywhere. He knew exactly what to do since he had seen it happen already.

Superpowers are not all they are cracked up to be! Nathan Grant wanted nothing more than to live quietly after the tragedy his power caused when he was younger but fate has other plans for him, including meeting a mysterious woman named Sierra that no one can seem to remember...

*Set in the same universe as The Sound of Silence*

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

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