This is based on real stories happened when I was a kid.

With this prop, Xia Ling could guarantee that she would only talk about love with these fragments. They would not develop the collision of love.
So, she and Luo Si would probably never have children in this lifetime, right?
"It doesn't matter. A lifetime is very long. We can slowly think about it. " Luo Si drove the car and said with a bright smile.
He and Luo Yannan were blood brothers.
However, the two of them had always seemed to have a grudge since they were young. Luo Yannan wanted to snatch everything from him and forcefully suppress him.
At first, Luo SI was miserable. Later, he found out that Luo Yannan was bullying him to find a sense of existence.
Therefore, Luo Si was once cheated by Luo Yannan. At the peak of his career, he was forced to retire. For five years, he could not sign any clubs or participate in esports projects... ...
He understood that in this world, sometimes blood ties could not represent anything.
Luo Yannan saw him as an enemy. Then, he could not be as ruthless as Luo Yannan and could only treat him as a stranger.
A stranger ruined his wedding and wanted to kill him. Luo Si sent him to the police station and did not want to care about how deep the blood ties were.
The law was fair. Everything was handed over to the law. Even if the world's saliva would drown Luo SI, he only wanted to have a clear conscience and live a stable life with Hu lingling, and have a few children... ... That would be the best ! !
* 
Luo Yannan was sentenced to ten years in prison.
In these ten years, Xia Ling had written a total of twelve books. On average, she finished one to two books a year.
The market for Romance was too small. Ever since "the villain" had finished, she had jumped into the male channel and started writing hot-blooded e-sports.
Her own perfect character as an e-sports player, her own experience from the lowest point to the highest point, her own view of Luo Si's rapid retirement from world champion to Internet cafe owner... ...
Xia Ling could write too many subjects and too many stories!
In ten years, Xia Ling's own structure determined that the stories she wrote could not be limited to the love between a man and a woman.
She wrote about e-sports, wrote about friendship, wrote about patriotism, and even wrote about youth... ...
She wrote about teenagers who played truant in school and went online, there were fugitives who hid their stories, and there were also internet addicted men who worked hard every day in the Internet cafe to earn money to support their beloved girlfriend.
...
Xia Ling wrote a lot, and she never stopped writing. In ten years, she had written a total of 30 to 40 million words on the website.
With such a thick number of words, even a person who did not know anything should be able to make a name for themselves in the online literary circle after ten years of cultivation.
Xia Ling
In the name of the goddess of Esports, she became the representative writer of Gaming novels and was crowned as a platinum.
Above platinum, there were three, six, and nine grades. Xia Ling was probably the highest grade in the online literary circle.
In this class, the people she usually interacted with were celebrities and businessmen that people could only see on the Internet and the media. She usually attended the national conference of CPPCC representatives, and she usually joined the most core literary association in the country.
In addition, various universities would invite her to give lectures to the new students in their schools. They wanted to invite her to be an honorary professor in the Literature Department and teach these students how to write novels... ...
Life was like this. Before you succeeded, no one cared about your hard work. After you succeeded, fresh flowers and olive branches would never be lacking.
It is rare to give charcoal in the snow, but everyone will add flowers to the icing on the cake.
Ten years later, sitting on a private plane on a vacation abroad, Luo Si leaned on the side and looked at Xia Ling, who was still saving manuscripts on the plane.
It was said that serious women were the most beautiful. Luo Si looked at Xia Ling. Ten Years, a lifetime, he could not get enough of her.
Dissatisfied with being ignored for so long, Luo Si sat up, smiled, and leaned over to speak.

Xia Ling wanted to run, but no matter where she went, she could always see the devil king with a gentle and malicious look in his eyes.
"Xia Xia, where are you running to? "

[1v1, sweeter than ever ]
"..."
Text: Yan Luo Bai, "fast wear, flirt: Plan to save the fallen boss"

In the end, they still felt that Gu Jingyu had the greatest possibility. It so happened that Gu Jingyu had also gone overseas to study for a while. Who knew what he had gone to do?
However, no one had any evidence and thus, could only guess amongst themselves.
Lin Che didn't pay any attention to this matter, and this took a lot of people by surprise.
She continued to focus on her filming as if she wasn't affected by this incident at all.
Even Glorious Star couldn't hold it in anymore, despite keeping an eye on this matter.
During the event, when Wu Yufei was interviewed, she was asked about Lin Che's scandal. She was asked how they felt about this, and if they have heard anything about it. Did they know that Lin Che was already married? Or have they heard any news if Lin Che had been very close to other men?
Wu Yufei smiled and shook her head. "Why did you guys come to ask me? I'm not close to Lin Che. But there was one time when I saw her with what seemed like two children. I don't know anything else."
Her words brought forth another wave of commotion. Many people started to ask if this meant that this was verified and that Lin Che really had children.
The story was widely discussed on the Internet once again. Everyone felt that this was really the greatest mystery of the year. While Lin Che was closed off from the world and focusing on her filming, she suddenly posted a photo of her eating watermelon one night, together with the text, "I'm now also in the audience watching the show." This caused even more people's imaginations to run wild. However, Lin Che didn't say anything thereafter.
In order to force Lin Che out to give a response to this matter, the paparazzi continued to stir the matter up, saying bad things about Lin Che online.
They asked why Lin Che wasn't responding to this matter. Was it because she had nothing to say?
They said that Lin Che was too unbelievable. She should say it if she already had children.
They even scolded Lin Che outright, wondering if this scandal would turn from an exposed relationship to an extramarital affair. That would turn the tables around completely. 
At this moment, someone thought about a person—Mu Feiran. Since she was very close friends with Lin Che, she should know about it. Why did no one think of asking her?
When Mu Feiran was attending a show, the reporters swarmed up to her and asked, "Have you heard of the recent rumors online about Lin Che?"
When Mu Feiran heard this, she didn't seem happy.
"Lin Che had already said in the beginning that she doesn't wish for people to put so much focus on her private life, yet you guys are still pursuing this relentlessly."
A reporter said, "But someone is saying that this is an extramarital affair."
Mu Feiran laughed. "What extramarital affair? Those paparazzi are too good at writing stories. Are they so broke that they've gone crazy? If they are so good at coming up with stories to gain that bit of traffic volume, then why don't they write scripts? They'd definitely be able to come up with great mystical stories."
"Are you aware that this isn't an extramarital affair then? What about the children? What about Zhou Yu?"
Mu Feiran smiled, wearing a deep and unfathomable expression, which made the reporters had even greater anticipation. However, Mu Feiran stroke her hair indifferently, before keeping them in suspense, "Zhou Yu? Haha, the children are his."
"…"
The reporters were all stunned.
Mu Feiran had suddenly given them two pieces of news. The first one was that it was true that Lin Che had children. The other one was… that the children's father was Zhou Yu. Was that for real?
The reporters continued to ask, "Did they know each other long ago?"
"Then why is Zhou Yu still a new artist?"
Mu Feiran said, "All their close friends know about it. We are very clear about their relationship. I can only say that this matter can only be shared by the person in question, and we won't be sharing it on her behalf. People who are making wild guesses should stop doing that. The two of them have a great relationship and it's useless no matter how much you try to use rumors to break them up."
When the paparazzi heard Mu Feiran's words, they felt anxious. What on earth was going on…
Lin Che's children… were Zhou Yu's?
At this moment, Lin Che finally stepped out.
That night, Lin Che's family of four appeared before the cameras.
A group of people took a photo of Lin Che bringing along two children, a boy and a girl, shopping with Zhou Yu.
They were eating street food while bringing the children to catch toys from the machines.
Mu Feiran's words were instantly verified.
The next day, a photo of the family of four was uploaded to the Internet.
At this moment, Lin Che finally decided to invite the reporters to the celebratory banquet for the completion of their drama's filming. It was an indication that she was ready to give a response to the entire matter.
That night, the celebratory banquet for the 'Dirty Celestial' was going to be the greatest one amongst all the celebratory banquets held for dramas' filming completion. 
It was unprecedented, and no one knew if a similar one would take place in the future.
The hotel was almost congested and taken over by reporters.
Everyone immediately stood to the back when they saw how many people there were.
Ou Lie, as the main lead, felt very excited when he came out and saw that there were so many reporters.
Oh my, it was really true that it was beneficial to be sticking with Lin Che. With so many reporters around, the drama was sure to become a hit before it was released.
He immediately went out to say, "Hello everyone, hello. Please remain in order."
However, the reporters seemed as if they hadn't noticed him and just asked, "When will Lin Che be coming out?"
"That's right. What about Zhou Yu? Is Zhou Yu here?"
"Do you guys know of their relationship?"
"Have they really known each other for very long?"
"…"
Ou Lie was screaming out in his heart: I'm the main lead!
Why were these questions all about Zhou Yu?
Moreover, he was also considered a young star, and wouldn't be neglected no matter where he went.
However, at this moment, someone suddenly cried out, "Lin Che is here!"
The reporters almost stomp over his head and rushed straight toward Lin Che.
"Lin Che, you're finally here."
"Lin Che, what is going on? Is it true that you have a family of four?"
"Didn't Zhou Yu come?"
"Is it true that you have children?"
Lin Che smiled as she looked at all the reporters. She waited for everyone to finish asking questions before she slowly said, "Thank you everyone for coming to show support for our celebratory banquet. I know that my family's private matter has recently taken up a lot of public resources and attention. I don't like to create scandals, and only want to lead a peaceful life. However, there are always people who try to force me to give a response. I'll be giving a response then. I hope that they can let us have a few days of peace and stop coming up with stories."
Everyone listened attentively. The place suddenly became very quiet, with only Lin Che's voice ringing out amidst the silence.
She said, "That's right. Zhou Yu and I are married. We've known each other for many years and already have two children. In order to protect the children's privacy, I don't wish to talk too much about them. They are both attending kindergarten at the moment, and have their own innocent lives to leave. Zhou Yu isn't actually a professional actor, nor does he plan on joining the entertainment circle. The reason he took on the name Zhou Yu and took part in the filming is just that he wanted to accompany me on my job, and experience what my job is like. We had no idea that this would bring about so much disturbance to everyone. We apologize for that."


Wealthy, powerful and handsome; Gu Jingze is the cream of the crop in the entire country. Every guy wants to be him and every girl wants to be with him. His life is perfect... except that he has one tiny secret that keeps him from getting close to any woman—apparent impotency.

That is, until he wakes up in bed with a total stranger one day. The next thing he knows, he is forced to marry this stranger; a feisty and boisterous woman by the name of Lin Che. 

Lin Che is an average girl whose only aim is to become a successful actress. Ostracized by her family and forced to become independent, she cooks up a scheme to attain her goal. But her plan fails and she ends up marrying this cold and seemingly heartless Gu Jingze. Not only that, she must now find her place in high society, where jealous women and devious plots lay abound - all while juggling her new career.  

Two strangers under one roof: From the outset, they agree to stay out of each other’s lives, but he somehow always manages to appear during her moments of crisis. Slowly and unwittingly, Lin Che begins to find it difficult to imagine a future without him. Will their relationship grow, or is their marriage destined to remain just a contract?

Dara spends her alone time for house chores. Cleaning up here and there, organizing things, doing some preparation for lunch, but not yet cooking, setting up her breakfast and putting it aside. Then when she's finished with around half of the maid's duties, she sits on the rugs on the floor with a short table, that Beth usually uses as her study desk, in front of her. It's brown furniture in the middle of the living room and quite large for a laptop with two bowls of food, and some books to be put on there.

She has around a couple of hours before she has to leave and fetch the kids from school. She stares at her empty sketchbook. Her mind still wanders around about what to draw. She just feels so, so empty. She takes a sip of her coffee, always the boost, the inspiration, the mate for her soul. But it just feels way too bland this time.

Dara sighs and leans her back onto the couch behind her, staring at the bulb above her. "Hmm…," she hums and rests her head down. Thinking.

Dara suddenly sees a tall shadow passing  through the room, gliding fast to the kitchen and she startles, panting for air, "oh my God, who's there?" Dara tries to lift her feet but she can't move. She's so afraid. And she realizes that she is in her dream. "DARA WAKE UP!!! DARA!!! WAKE UP PLEASE I'M SCARED, WAKE UP!!!" Her dream tries to wake her up but she can't. 

Dara gasps after some while that felt like hours of fear for her and raises her head from the couch. She grabs her water bottle next to her leg and gulps nearly to the bottom of it, trying to manage herself and breathe. "Okay, okay, just a dream, Dara, just a dream, " Dara keeps on panting for some while. She gazes at the kitchen and breathes sharply, "ugh, just a dream, okay." She places her hand on her chest and gives a gentle pressure to give herself ease.

***

Dara is a young Indonesian mom who lives in Singapore with an Indonesian husband named Eric and two children named Christian and Bethany. She is a… err, happy mom? 
Anyway, she is always happy with her children. 

She is an online author, she writes short stories, mostly light romances. She is essentially an Indonesian and mostly does Indonesian work.  Two or three of her creations have been published as short stories in Indonesian tv programs in the last year.

But lately, she feels tired and uninspired to compose stories so she's been taking her hiatus from short stories and shifting to comics. She's not a bad artist though, her first comic reached 1.6k viewers in the first 24 hours. And she just completed it last weekend and needs new and fresh ideas for the next one whether it's going to be a story or a comic. 

But her short dream annoyed her just now.

***

"I think I need another break, a day or two will be great though, I need that 'me time'…. Yeah right!" Dara sighs at her ridiculous thought and rolls her eyes, mocking herself. "Hookaay, see what we can do now, hmm…," Dara scrolls some random social media on her phone screen, randomly reading some cake recipes and funny stories or videos.

There is a post that attracted her attention, it's from Kayla, a friend from a group of people who are into revealing fake accounts or scammers and such. She has never had any certain intentions to be in the group, it was just something fun for her, she always thought so. And the group is organized by women from all around the world.

So the post contains a gallery of screenshots of a dating app that shows a chat room of Kayla and a guy where the guy was harassing her in an extremely rude way. Dara gets a bit shocked reading that guy's messages and gets curious, so she keeps on reading. The screenshots, the captions, and the comments. 

It's a post from a day before, she sees 4 screenshots and more than a hundred comments in total. "Wow! She's just suddenly famous! Haha," Dara chuckles a bit.

Dara and Kayla don't know each other personally in real life. Kayla lives in the Philippines and they only talk through the online room, and she is quite popular there. She often shares funny and cute stuff that is quite entertaining. And she sounds like a fun and friendly person too. She's around 3 years younger than Dara, single and works as a makeup artist, it's been more than a year since Kayla doing it persistently. 

So then Dara contacts Kayla, because of her curiosity. They chat for a while, letting Dara learn about the chatting app that Kayla posted earlier. And how Kayla fell into that kind of abusive conversation with the guy.

Dara often laughs lightly while she's chatting with Kayla. Kayla shares funny experiences she had through the chatting apps, not only the bad one with the rude guy. Dara feels quite enlightened with the laughter but her face suddenly flattens when she reads Kayla's last message, "try it yourself, install one or two."

Dara stops replying to her and gazes away, thinking…, "hmm… should I?" She taps her fingernail on the desk.

***

Dara switches her laptop off and leaves her phone on the desk while she is preparing herself to leave the house, fetching kids from school. Getting herself up from the rugs, she takes her sketchbooks and her coffee that is barely drank yet and takes a gulp or two, walking to the kitchen area. She leaves the glass and picks a pair of jeans and a sling bag

She takes a glance at the phone screen while she walks back, zipping up her jeans. "Ah, that one has done installing. What's this?" Dara puts the handle of her sling bag between her teeth, biting it, and grasps her phone reading the registration page of the Tinkle app. She grins and accidentally drops her sling bag onto her foot, "ugh, ouch!"

Dara quickly fills the registration page. And based on what Kayla told her earlier, "only a simple suggestion, but do not put your real name there," she writes 'Catwoman' as her username. And, based on Kayla's another warning, "and you better not putting your face there as well," she puts her face there, but from the side. 

***

Dara walks out and locks the door. She hears a different notification from her phone and opens it while walking to the elevator. She surprised at what she sees on the screen when she's inside the elevator and widens her eyes, "holy pepperoni…!" But she is in a bit of a rush for kids though, so she puts it back in her bag when the elevator opens and sends her to the ground floor. 

"I have never known what efforts were;
I have never known what submission referred to;
I have never known what my passion was;
I have never known what I, myself really was;
Until there was… You"
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Rewritten version
21+ alert!!!
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Dara is indeed a great submissive catch for a cold-hearted Dominant man like him, she's an innocent, a pure one to be taught, wrapped in a beautiful, petite, almost flawless appearance.
For Dara herself, this is her very first time to get into this kind of darker side.
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Being a slave means being strong. 
More than what she has become all along. 
The circumstance that Dara has never thought would be extremely challenging. 
But, by being his slave...
She finds herself.
She finds her deepest, hidden passion that she has never realized herself, before.
She finds a way to overcome.
She finally learns how to share a man, like a harem.
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Getting into the BDSM world virtually, was never her intention at all, but here she is sharing a man with girls from all over the world, in a virtual room of harems.
Jealousy, humility, degrading, among friendly, sympathetic, cooperation, partnerships, and even knowledge shared there. All of the mixing emotions of ups and downs flutter her heart and sanity. 
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Will she grow stronger and earn him?
Will she survive with all of the emotional occurrences? 

Obviously, I don't know how it feels like to be pregnant. I only know the fear of the pain that comes to me frequently in the place where a baby should live and the dark thought that I will never have the choice to have children because my own body won't let me.
Boy, I write really long sentences.
Anyway, I spent an entire day with my lola last weekend, and she talked about the wars that she lived through. Back in Vigan, they had a basement where they hid all the beautiful girls in their family whenever the Japanese would raid their town.
I've also been intrigued by Afrofuturism lately. I've been looking for books by Octavia Butler—if you know where I can get a copy of any of her books or where I can read her short stories online legally, let me know. This one book, Kindred, stuck to me. It's about a time travelling woman who meets her ancestors and is given a choice between allowing violence to happen to her ancestor and live in the future or to stop it and risk never existing at all. Wow.
Anyway, this is one of those stories that won't let me write other things until I put it on paper. It's been keeping me up at night for an entire week. I couldn't read anything else. I can't add new chapters into that other project. I can't even sleep even when I'm sleepy. Stephen King said that a good idea will stick to you no matter what. I wish I knew that it would keep me up at night like a serialized nightmare until I give into what it wanted me to do.
I don't know if I'll keep this story online long. I might take it down after a month or so if I still don't know what to do with it by then. 
But at least, finally, it's done, and I can move on to other things. And only Malaya will keep up.
Tell me what you think of this story?

A pregnant woman finds herself travelling back in time to meet her great grandmother on the cusp of World War 2 in the Philippines when the Japanese raided barrios for their most beautiful women.

Xie Limo gave Yun Bixue a gentle smile and smoothened her clothes as he said in a soft voice, "I want to have a daughter that's just like you."
Yun Bixue remembered that Xie Limo mentioned this before. Both of them looked forward to it back then.
Yun Bixue felt that daughters need not always resemble their mothers. Most of them resemble their fathers, and the child could even resemble both of them.
She pouted and said, "Does that mean you won't like the child if she doesn't look like me?"
"Of course I will still like the child. Even if we have children next time, you will still be the most important. So I think if our daughter looks like you, I will love the child more because I love you. I will want to give all the good things in the world to her."
Yun Bixue's eyes turned into crescents when she heard that. Her eyes shone brightly, making her look really alluring and charming.
The words that Xie Limo just said reverberated in her heart—even if they had children, she would still be the most important.
These words made her feel secure and warm.
To be honest, she loved children, but she could not help thinking that Xie Limo might just pour his heart out on their children and neglect her.
She would even think that Xie Limo was treating her so well and being so anxious only for the child.
However, she did not think that way now. They would always love each other and love their children thereafter.
Her mind and body were all on the child in her tummy now. In the past, there was a saying that women were weak, but mothers were strong.
She did not understand it then, but she could fully relate to the meaning of that saying now.
If Lu Suyan had tried to harm her before she was pregnant, she could have stopped her right on the spot and punished her. She would not have forced the Lu family to drive Lu Suyan out of the household like what she did that day. 
She did that because she knew that the capital was a place where various powers watched each other and vied for supremacy. Things were always brewing beneath the surface, so one misstep would cost her her child and her life.
For her safety, she had to be more ruthless. She had no choice but to use extreme methods now.
"Limo, are news about me spreading all over the capital now?"
"I have suppressed the news. There won't be any news of you online either."
Yun Bixue's eyes flashed. She felt that for herself, Xie Limo could really do anything. "So there isn't any news about the Lu family too?"
"There's only one headline about the Lu family. It was that Lu Suyan broke one of the Lu family's house rules and was chased out of the house."
Yun Bixue was stunned. "That's all?" 
"Yeah, that's all. The news channels, newspapers, and online news sites did not report in detail about it. Only the crowd that had gathered there saw it. It doesn't matter how they spread it, as long as it's not on the news."
Yun Bixue gasped and clutched Xie Limo's arm as she said, "Limo, don't you know that repeated rumors become facts? If the rumors spread around like this, who knows what stories will be churned out?"
Xie Limo smiled gently. His exquisite eyes shone with a gentle glow as he said, "Don't you know that this is exactly the effect I wanted? The more ridiculous the rumors are, the better it is. That way, no one would dare to touch you."
Yun Bixue gaped before saying, "I think the rumors will say that I am a shrew." 
"And that shrew is still my wife." 
Yun Bixue lightly punched Xie Limo in the chest. "I'm being serious now!"
"I'm very serious too."
Yun Bixue pursed her lips and eyed Xie Limo reproachfully, but she still could not help but smile in the end. Ever since she became pregnant, her Young Master Xie had learned to pacify her and make her happy.
He became much more talkative than before. Furthermore, his magnificent and arrogant aura from before became more and more gentle nowadays. 


Yun Bixue is in dire straits—
Her fiancé has abandoned her for the country’s top socialite. Worst of all, her family has been declared bankrupt, and the media has forced her into desperation. In her desolation, she seeks help from the powerful Young Master Xie, and gains strength through her marriage with him during her lowest period. From that day onwards, she eggs herself to grow stronger to become the best wife for her husband.

This novel is a sweet, sugary book. There are no heart-wrenching scenes or misunderstandings.

Sugary Scene
Yun Bixue: "Limo, aren't you going to ask who I met today?"
Xie Limo: "It doesn’t matter who you met. What matters is that you’re here by my side now."
Yun Bixue "Limo, let's make a pinky promise. In the future, I will trust you, and you will trust me too. We will not allow external factors to affect our home, and we’ll be just like the saying 'if you do not abandon me, I will always be at your side until the end of my life'.”

Xie Limo met Yun Bixue's determined gaze and without thinking, he reached out his finger and sealed the promise before intertwining their fingers together.  

Due to S.H.I.E.L.D having caught the burning man in a tape, Fury made Team Coulson immediately take point in finding the identity of the man. The dynamic of the team was damaged due to the secrets that were revealed in Fury's meeting. Both Ward not telling Skye about her real parentage and for Melinda May spying for Fury pertaining to Coulson's health had some minor damage to the team's relationship.
All this secret-keeping among friends had hurt their feelings and their trust among each other. It was because of this that they had some awkward moments on the bus. Jemma and Fitz now spend even more time in the lab due to them not wanting to deal with the issue. While Skye had become even more aggressive in her training, opting to attack the punching bag for all her frustrations.
Coulson and May no longer had casual conversations, if it has nothing to do with the mission at hand then the two individuals would rarely talk to each other. Another consequence of keeping secrets.
Ward had immediately recognized this but he believes that time would help each of them cope with this issue. He had apologized multiple times but Skye was adamant not to talk to him. Right now he was doing his best to salvage his relationship with everyone on the team. At least Fitz still sees him as that of an older brother.
Ward went inside the lab and he could immediately see Jemma and Fitz being fascinated about the chemical composition of a drug they just found.
In their investigation of the rumors pertaining to this burning man, the team immediately realized that this person had a moral code. He is a vigilante and people living in the bad neighborhoods of Los Angeles had now considered the man a hero. But others still believe that he is only a myth and that people, particularly parents are using it to scare their children from doing illegal activities when they grow up. The thought of a man with a burning skull going after you if you commit illegal crimes in the future is something that would fill children with nightmares.
"This is extremely fascinating, Fitz", Jemma said as she looks at one of the computer screens.
"This chemical composition...is so unique", Fitz stated.
When Ward and Melinda arrived at the location where the video of the man was taken, which Zero has dubbed as Ghost Rider, they found nothing peculiar in the location, until Fitz arrived that is. 
Fitz with him his fancy tech toys was able to find small traces of drug powders littering the ground. Not far from the location, Fitz also found a stash of cash and drugs hidden under some rocks. The team believes that it was a drop-off site for a drug deal of some kind.
Fitz then took the drugs and began analyzing them in the lab. At first, they thought that it was nothing of importance but it seems after the computer finished scanning the chemical composition, the two of them became fascinated.
"Well, what did you guys find?", Ward said as he approaches the tech-dou of the team.
"The computer finished scanning the drugs and I am quite fascinated by the results. If you use conventional devices to scan the composition of the chemicals it would look similar to that of standard party drugs", Fitz replied.
"But with the advanced technology of S.H.I.E.L.D, we are able to find a chemical that we don't recognize. And that is what makes this drug so fascinating", Jemma said with a glimmer in her eyes. She had the look of a child that just received a new toy but in her case a new chemical compound that she can't wait to study.
"So, fancy drug, brain go high. I got it", Ward said with a smile on his face.
This was the moment Agent May entered the room, she looks at Fitz and said, "Did you ran what I asked yesterday?".
"Yep, it was already finished last night. I was about to call you but I became interested in this drug composition. Sorry about that", Fitz replied. He got a tablet and opened up some files, he sent them to the hologram table that was located in the center of the laboratory.
"Before we arrived in L.A, I have been gathering online posts of people who allegedly spotted our burning man or Ghost Rider", Fitz said as he looks at Ward. They had started using the name due to Ward telling them that it was what Zero called the man, "At first it was hard to differentiate facts and people just making up stories but last night, Agent May told me something that makes sense. We know that the Ghost Rider is a possible vigilante based on online rumors. We then found drugs in the location where the only video of him was taken. What if he is tracking where this drug was coming from. Perhaps that is what he was after before he was caught on tape. So, I compiled a list of drug bust operations that the local authorities have been doing and with this information, I was able to confirm some of the stories online".
Suddenly multiple files and news articles began to show themselves above the hologram table. Each news article had a corresponding online post to it, "So, yeah. The Ghost Rider is currently hunting down drug dealers".
"hmmm... So if we find the source first then we can find him", Agent May asked.
"Then we can place him in the INDEX", Jemma added.
"Well I had a better idea", Fitz said. "After this was done, I also thought of finding the source of the drug as a way to find the Ghost Rider, similar to Agent May's idea. But look at this", Fitz said as he zoomed in to all the police documents.
"All these police documents have one thing in common. All the raids are requested by one man, Police Sergeant William J. Burns", Fitz said to everyone in the room.
"And there is our middle man. All we have to do is to find him and he will lead us to the identity of the Ghost Rider", Ward stated.
The purpose of finding the identity of the Ghost Rider is not to antagonize him. Fury wants him to be a possible ally but he will settle for 'not an enemy' label. Fury has heard from Zero how dangerous this person is and he doesn't like the idea of him walking around without them knowing his mental state.
With powers comes the possibility of them abusing it and Fury doesn't like that one bit. Ghost Rider may be a good person right now but by the off chance something is wrong with him then Fury wants to know it first. He wants to plan accordingly. He has vowed that the events of HYDRA will never happen again and he is making sure of it.
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A man is reborn in MCU with the abilities and knowledge of the 3 sannins.

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Ok so I first wanna say to all my potential readers I am not good at writing xD meaning everything is pretty much not proof readed the English is incredibly bad and I apologize if anyone wants to edit my stories for me please!!!! it would be greatly appreciated I also don't know how good of a writer I am so please point out everything the good and the bad so I can improve. 

here's the following stories I'll be making with short descriptions for each please note I only make iseaki's and thank you everyone 😊. 



1.Dark World Online a small guild considered one of the top 10 guilds and possibly more players become trapped in massive world with plenty of mysteries(I put alot of Easter eggs in this and I plan to have some really cool like background story for the entire world etc due to a science article I read once).

2.Vint World Online a single developer of an vrmmorpg gets sent to the world he created he notices quickly and struggles with the idea that basically he is god of this world especially considering he still has access to the developer tools with no way out he decides to conquer the world to prevent tragedies such ww1 ww2 nukes and etc from happening cause he strongly believes history is always bound to repeat itself.

(so this is a wierd one but my pride and joy I originally planned it to be like some kinda samurai jack deal but with a small child accompanying the hero but one thing lead to another etc xD lmao)

3.The Dark Void a single player space strategy game where the main character who created his own custom race with its own custom background setting and start location now becomes the Emperor and has to lead his people to victory however is no longer under restrictions the game once prevented such as creating gundamns that never even existed in the game originally and he also knows of every future event .

(so i made this taking some inspiration from the game Stellaris lol so yea but made it its own thing even the flagship of the Emperor still though one of my favorites especially cause I haven't seen much iseaki's that take this scene yet.)

4.Dungeon Overlord the main character is summoned to a world dominated by dungeons and dungeon masters where millions of small factions and plenty of big factions vie for control of territory however our main character is summoned by one of the weakest factions and now must raise them to be the strongest.

(so I probably shouldhv said this but despite there being plenty of female support characters etc this is the only one I made so far with the intention of the main character gaining a harem so....yea lol.)

5.Black Viel Online when the massive open world vrmmorpg becomes real the main character becomes one of the most important people in the world but is he the only player and what awaits him on his journey.

(so I haven't delved much into this one yet but the premise is simple yet interesting and intriguing to me so when these iseaki's happen what if the main character made more then one avatar what happens to them well in this I am diving into that idea and toke inspiration from Bdo and the house system specifically the whole 5characters or more made under one house name so yea but only that)

and lastly possibly the only none isekai

6.Galaxy conflict unbeknownst to the people of earth an evil race of aliens come with the intention of wiping out humanity but the ancestors of humanity stand ready to protect their children but sadly must force them onto the galactic stage but only those known as reincarnaters have true power and voice within the ancestors society.

these are all the current series I am working on and won't be making more unless my brain gets full of ideas xD and can't be put into of the stories but I will say this each chapter will have 10k words.

(Or less in the future idk how much or how little should be put in each chapter also depending on how much readers and support I get ill focus on what my readers would prefer but by default default now the priority will be how the summary of each story is listed)

once again thank you everyone and I hope you all can put up with my very bad writing again I apologize my strength was more of science and history and a genius in math English was the one bad class I had growing up could never understand it lmao so me needing editors is a huge help hell I'll be willing to pay even though idk what a good rate etc would be.

I'll do my best and have the app grammarly assist me in the mean time art work would be greatly appreciated too as I am a shit artist xD I can only make stick figures and not very good ones haha so again thank you everyone and please please point out any faults problems with all my work praise me for what I did right and etc and spread the word too I hope one day these become anime but I know that's a faraway wish haha.

also I know my last one isn't an iseaki but I couldn't help but include it idk why but I feel compelled to write it dont ask.


Before getting off work.

Zhao Guozhou called Zhang Ye into his office, "Little Zhang, now that it's just the two of us, I want to have a nice chat with you." He said earnestly, "You were brought in by me. The facts have proven that I was not wrong. Your ability has been acknowledged by everyone. You have also gained the recognition of the listeners. However, humans are not lone individuals in this society. You need to eat, you need to survive, you need to cater to others, you need to be tactful. The station had planned the case regarding "Ghost Blows Out the Light" for a very long time. It had even established a special small planning team for it. Just because of one simple word from you of not selling, all the plans the station’s management had gone up into smoke. How could the station not be angry about this? Me suppressing you a bit this time was beyond my control. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." Zhang Ye said with a deadpan expression.

"That's good, then about the copyright..." Zhao Guozhou persuaded.

Zhang Ye said without hesitation, "Not selling."

Zhao Guozhou turned mad again, "You really can't give me peace of mind!"

Zhang Ye also said his heartfelt feelings, "Director Zhao, I know you greatly appreciated me. Back then it was you who took me in despite my looks. For this favor, I'll remember you for life. I know the station is repressing me, so it's fine no matter how you treat me. However, about the copyright, I will say that same line forever - not selling!"

"You are willing to not go on a segment in the future?" Zhao Guozhou asked as he worried over his talent.

Zhang Ye said, "I still have a segment now. I will pull it up!"

Zhao Guozhou knocked on the form on his table, "The afternoon listenership rates have been handed out. Although it will only be announced tomorrow, I shall take this opportunity to tell you that ‘Old and Young Story Club’ is still in last place. This segment cannot be pulled up. It's useless, no matter who it is. Your talent should be placed on a bigger stage, but why are you so stubborn? You...Hai, forget it. Go back."

Lining the bottom once again?

Really can't be pulled up?

Zhang Ye refused to believe that it was so. If two episodes weren't enough, he would record a third. If the third recording wasn't enough, he would record a fourth. He still had three days’ time. It was still possible for him to turn the situation around!

...

The sky still was bright, even after he returned home.

The rental apartment was quiet and lonely. It was like his current situation.

Zhang Ye switched on the computer as he absent-mindedly read the news. After some analysis, he realized that the reason why the ratings had not been pulled up was not the fault of the story. How could "Snow White" and "The Emperor's New Clothes" have a problem? They were the classic fairy tales out of the classics fairy tales from his world. The reason was apparently due to inertia. There were not that many people listening to this segment. New listeners were already completely disappointed with the present fairy tales, or they were sick of them. There was no habit to even listen in. There would not be any fresh blood being injected, so it would only be odd if the listenership rates could be high!

How was he to attract new listeners?

He felt that he needed an opportunity; otherwise, it would be very difficult!

Zhang Ye left his mouse as he switched on television, planning to watch the News Channel. As someone working in the media industry, watching the news was part and parcel of one's daily work.

"Today, another heinous case of a missing child happened in the capital. In a small district near to Cheng Nan Jia Yuan, four-year-old Wen Wen was left alone at home with his parents at work. According to police investigations and analysis of closed-circuit TV footage, Wen Wen had opened the door to a male stranger around the age of 35. It is unknown what method this person used to gain Wen Wen's trust. Not only did he bring away Wen Wen, he had taken several valuables in the house. According to the closed-circuit TV footage, Wen Wen apparently was not crying. Currently, the police are using all their efforts to take in criminal suspects. This is the picture of the suspect taken from the closed-circuit TV. If anyone sees this suspect, please immediately contact the number shown on your screen!" The Central TV's News Channel's female anchorwoman said solemnly with a tinge of anger.

Next were street and school interviews.

A woman holding a vegetable basket said to the reporter, "This is already the fourth time a child has been abducted from home this month, right? It's so depraved! These people should be shot to death!"

An old man said, "Why do these sort of things keep happening? Why would a child open the door to a stranger? I think it's a problem with our education!"

At a particular kindergarten, the reporter interviewed at a promotional event held in the school. There were many people gathered in the school field. There were teachers, older students and parents.

"Little friends, remember that when you are alone at home, you must never open the door to strangers. Did you hear that?"

"Heard that!"

"Can you remember?"

"Yes!"

The screen switched back to the studio. The female anchor said, "Actually, the instructions of never to open the door to a stranger has been repeated countless numbers of times in the children education system. All the children know this, but when they meet strangers who claim to be "Mommy's" or "Daddy's" colleague, they will still open the door. This is the fourth time that it has happened this month. I do not know what has gone wrong in our education system. 

Maybe we should use a teaching method more suitable for children to tell them this. It should not be something repeated to them in a dogmatic manner. Children have their children's way of thinking and their own world. The way we indoctrinate them with ideas might not be something they can understand. Hence, a week ago, Beijing's Education Ministry has led the way by organizing the historically largest fairy tale essay competition event. The name is "Fairy Tale Essays Collection for Not Opening the Door to Strangers", The goal is to use these fairy tales to caution children in a fun and educative manner, so as to let children genuinely realize how to protect themselves."

Fairy Tale Essays Collection?

Zhang Ye immediately had a feeling. Here came an opportunity!

But the next thing the female anchor said made him disappointed, "Submissions began last week and the deadline is at midnight, tonight. During this period, the education ministry has allowed people to vote as a fair way to choose the number one story. From that, kindergarten and elementary schools or other child care groups will receive large-scale promotions!"

It was already 7+ P.M.!

There was less than five hours left?

Zhang Ye switched off the television and hurriedly opened the Beijing's Education Ministry's specially created essay website. There were many publicity pictures on it. They were filled with pictures of children that had gone missing in Beijing. Their smiling faces, their pictures of their lives and the crying expressions of the parents whose children had gone missing. There was only one slogan: Please use your words to help children. Upon seeing this, Zhang Ye's heart felt heavy, as if he felt suffocated. He was planning to look for an opportunity to improve the segment's ratings. But upon seeing that the deadline was at midnight, Zhang Ye knew that it was impossible. Others had accumulated a full week of votes, so how could he exceed them within just a few hours? However, when he followed the stories of how children were abducted, Zhang Ye felt that he had to write something. It had nothing to do with his segment, nor did it have to do with anything else. He just wanted to contribute a portion of his strength!

So what if he did not succeed?

It was enough, as long as he did something!

...

As this matter caused quite a commotion in society, people on the streets, in public transport, on the internet and those interacting with online media were all reflecting and discussing about it. It could be considered a hot topic amongst all the citizens. Anything that was child-related would forever be something that grabbed the hearts of people. Hence, this continuous outbreak of heinous crimes had caused great concern for society. As such, this fairy tale essay competition had become abnormally well-received. Many people published their stories.

The most famous one was by Tao Xueru, the highest-paid female children's fairy tale author in the country. 

Secondly, there was Little Red Mushroom. It was a stage name. She, too, was a female children's fairy tale author. The sales of her books were inferior to Tao Xueru, but the most famous fairy tale in the country was hers.

The both of them were practically propping up about half of the children's fairy tale industry in the country.

There were other children's literature authors. Many authors of fairy tales that people were familiar with when they were young had submitted their stories to the essay competition.

The ranking was as follows.

Little Red Mushroom: 28,018 votes.

Tao Xueru: 24,311 votes.

Old Lee: 17,223 votes.

Zhang Qiang: 16,976 votes.

For the story competition, the authors who submitted their works would show their verified status. For example, Little Red Mushroom and company all had their verified status. Zhang Qiang, who was ranked at fourth place, was a children's literature author. Only Old Lee, who was in third place, was not in the industry. In his verification status, there was written "Office Employee".

Zhang Ye flipped through the stories. Ever since the world changed into a different world, Zhang Ye always had a feeling of looking down upon others. However, when he looked at the top ranking stories, he was quite impressed. They were worthy of being the top figures in the field of children's literature. They were well written, especially Little Red Mushroom's children story that was ranked first. Even if it was brought to Zhang Ye's world, it was a high-quality fairy tale that could be remade into an animation.

However, it was still lacking slightly. It was not that the story was poor, but it was because the story was slightly complex. After all, the target audience of a fairy tale to warn children not to open a door to a stranger was definitely very young. One could not expect them to understand things that were too complicated. Little Red Mushroom's story was 8,000 thousand words long. So although it was really good, there were too many characters. Zhang Ye suspected that children would not be able to finish reading it properly.

The further he went down the ranks, the more horrible the stories became.

Ignoring those who were not professional authors, some of those with verification statuses were children's literature authors. How could they write such a mess? These stories all had a serious problem. Either they were so childish that even children themselves would find it childish, or they were too mature, where the entire story was written according to an adult's way of thinking. How could these be shown to children?

None of them could work!

All of the stories were inappropriate!

Zhang Ye pulled up his sleeves and got to work. He felt that he had a story that was extremely appropriate. It was also a story gathered out of the overall essence from his world. It would be perfect if used in this essay competition. There was no other story that was better than that one.

Zhang Ye first used his Weibo's information to gain the recognition on the education website. After obtaining his verification, Zhang Ye began typing. He clacked away before uploading it!

The story's name: "Little Bunnies Be Good".

Mommy Bunny had three children. One was called Little Red Eyes, one was called Long Ears, and one was called Stumpy Tail.

One day, Mommy Bunny said to her children, "Mommy is going to the fields to pick carrots. Watch the house and close the door. Don't open the door to anyone; open the door only when Mommy comes."

Mommy Bunny carried her basket and walked towards the fields. The Little Bunnies remembered Mommy's words and locked the door well.

Later on, the Big Bad Wolf came. He wanted to enter the Little Bunnies' house, but the door was tightly closed by the Little Bunnies, so he could not enter!

The Big Bad Wolf sat by the Little Bunnies' door. He narrowed his eyes and thought of a bad idea. Suddenly, he saw Mommy Bunny return. He quickly ran and hid behind a large tree.

Mommy Bunny came to the door. She pushed the door but the door was tightly closed. As she knocked, she sang, "Little Bunnies be good; open the door! Come, open it quickly; I want to come in."


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

After he leaves, she goes back to Earl Hye's house and makes a beeline for her room. She first opens the letter from Dilbert.
The war has reached past the gate of Loresh. They are currently preparing to take out their hidden card. The news has most likely already reached DaLan...
Marguerite reads the 2 pages of information. It seems that she was wrong in her calculations. The war advanced much more quickly than she thought.
She knows what Loresh's hidden car is. It is a weapon stolen from their country called the catapult. They most likely improved it and plan to use it early on to surprise Armel.
Loresh still thinks that their plan A hasn't been leaked to the enemy and so haven't put in place plan B yet. They still think that our weapons have been successfully damaged. But even if they do realize it, their plan B and plan C is also known to us. All thanks to Dilbert.
DUMMY CHAPTER


Image above: Portrait of Mollie Williams (Mississippi), taken as part of the Federal Writers' Project
This article was published online on February 9, 2021.
On a rainy thursday afternoon in November, I stepped inside the National Museum of African American History and Culture, in Washington, D.C. On past visits, I'd always encountered crowds of tourists and school groups, a space bursting with movement and sound. But on this day, the museum was nearly empty. It seemed to echo with all the people who had been there but were no longer. For the few of us inside, social distancing was dictated by blue circles scattered on the floor.
I made my way down to the bottom level, which documents the history of slavery in America. Masks were mandatory, and something about the pieces of cloth covering everyone's mouths seemed to amplify the silence and solemnity of what surrounded us.
I walked past the statue of Thomas Jefferson standing among bricks bearing the names of people he'd enslaved, past a cabin that enslaved people had slept in, and past the stone auction block upon which enslaved people had been sold and separated from their families.
Toward the end of a long corridor was a dimly lit room with sepia-toned photos on the walls. Photos of enslaved people holding their own children, or their enslaver's children. Photos of fresh wounds on the backs of those who'd been beaten. Photos of people bent over fields of cotton that hid their faces.
But what was most striking about the room was the voices running through it. The words of people who had survived slavery were running on a six-minute loop. Their voices floated through the air like ghosts.
"My father was not allowed to see my mother but two nights a week," said a woman in the voice of Mary A. Bell. "Dat was Wednesday and Saturday. So he often came home all bloody from his beatings."
"I had to wok evva day," said a woman in the voice of Elvira Boles. "I'd leave mah baby cryin' in the yard, and I'd be cryin', but I couldn't stay."
"My mudder word in de field," said Harrison Beckett. "Sometimes she come in 9 or 10 'clock at night. She be all wore out an' it be so dark she too tired to cook lots of times, but she hafter git some food so we could eat it. Us all 'round de table like dat was like a feast."
 
When I'd first encountered these floating voices years before, I was fascinated by how ordinary their stories were. These were not tales of daring escapes like those of Henry "Box" Brown, who in 1849 contorted his body into a wooden crate for 27 hours as it was delivered from the slave state of Virginia to abolitionists in Pennsylvania—mailing himself to freedom. Nor were they the stories of Frederick Douglass, who as a teenager, in 1833, fought his white slave breaker with such force that the man never hit Douglass again. Nor were they the stories of Harriet Jacobs, who, in an attempt to escape the physical and sexual abuses of slavery, hid in an attic for seven years.
From the January 1867 issue: Frederick Douglass's 'An Appeal to Congress for Impartial Suffrage'
Brown became a global celebrity who turned his escape routine into a one-man show that traveled throughout the United States and England. Douglass and Jacobs wrote autobiographies that became best sellers, and that today are staples in classrooms around the world. Theirs are the stories I learned as a child, and there's great value in teaching kids stories of resistance, of Black people not being passive recipients of violence. But I remember how, after reading them, I found myself wondering why every enslaved person didn't just escape like these famous figures did. The memory of that thought now fills me with shame.
The stories swirling about the room weren't famous accounts of extraordinary people; rather, they were the words of all-but-forgotten individuals who bore witness to the quotidian brutality of chattel slavery. These stories were the result of the Federal Writers' Project—a New Deal program that was tasked with collecting the oral histories of thousands of Americans. From 1936 to 1938, interviewers from the FWP gathered the firsthand accounts of more than 2,300 formerly enslaved people in at least 17 states. The members of the last generation of people to experience slavery were reaching the end of their lives, and so there was an urgency to record their recollections. In scale and ambition, the project was unlike any that had come before it. The Federal Writers' Project ex-slave narratives produced tens of thousands of pages of interviews and hundreds of photographs—the largest, and perhaps the most important, archive of testimony from formerly enslaved people in history.
The descendants of those who were interviewed can read the words of people they thought had been lost to history.
While many of these narratives vividly portray the horror of slavery—of families separated, of backs beaten, of bones crushed—embedded within them are stories of enslaved people dancing together on Saturday evenings as respite from their work; of people falling in love, creating pockets of time to see each other when the threat of violence momentarily ceased; of children skipping rocks in a creek or playing hide-and-seek amid towering oak trees, finding moments when the movement of their bodies was not governed by anything other than their own sense of wonder. These small moments—the sort that freedom allows us to take for granted—have stayed with me.
 
When I first came across the narratives, I was confused as to why I had never, not once in my entire education, been made aware of their existence. It was as if this trove of testimony—accounts that might expand, complicate, and deepen my understanding of slavery—had purposefully been kept from view.
 Portraits of formerly enslaved people, taken as part of the Federal Writers' Project. Left to right, top row: Willis Winn (Texas); James Green, seated, with an unidentified individual (Texas); Ben Kinchelow (Texas); Charles H. Anderson (Ohio). Second row: Mary Crane (Indiana); Daniel Taylor (Alabama); Orelia Alexia Franks (Texas). Third row: Harriet Jones (Texas); Simp Campbell (Texas); Patsy Moses (Texas). Fourth row: Gus Johnson (Texas); Ben Horry (South Carolina); Maugan Shepherd (Alabama); William Henry Towns (Alabama).
For many black americans, there is a limit to how far back we can trace our lineage. The sociologist Orlando Patterson calls it natal alienation: the idea that we have been stripped of social and cultural ties to a homeland we cannot identify. I have listened to friends discuss the specific village in Italy their ancestors came from, or the specific town in the hills of Scotland. No such precision is possible for Black Americans who are the descendants of enslaved people. Even after our ancestors were forcibly brought to the shores of the New World, few records documented their existence. The first census to include all Black Americans by name was conducted in 1870, five years after slavery ended. Trying to recover our lineage can be a process of chasing history through a cloud of smoke. We search for what often cannot be found. We mourn for all we do not know.
 
But the descendants of those who were interviewed for the Federal Writers' Project have been given something that has been denied to so many Black Americans: the opportunity to read the words, and possibly see the faces, of people they thought had been lost to history.
Because these narratives are not often taught in school, many people come across them for the first time later in life. Several historians told me that their encounters with these stories had shifted the trajectory of their personal and intellectual lives. Catherine A. Stewart, a historian at Cornell College, in Iowa, and the author of Long Past Slavery: Representing Race in the Federal Writers' Project, remembers sitting in the basement of the university library as a graduate student, making her way through reels of microfilm. "I will just never forget this sensation I had of these stories—of these life histories of these individuals, personal stories and experiences of enslavement—just leaping off the page," she said.
Read: A priceless archive of ordinary life


Marguerite is oblivious as she folds Arthmael's body into beautiful silhouettes. Following the familiar choreography, she dances relentlessly.

Grand Jete! Penche! followed by a series of graceful pas de chats. All concatenated in front of the enthralled emperor.

When the music reaches the outro in a full stop, Marguerite falls gracefully on the floor in a pose. She stays there and waits for the king to tell her she can leave.

She stays on the ground for a long time but hears nothing from him. Wondering if she did anything wrong, she wants to lift her head to look at the king's face, but quickly remembers the warning he gave her. If she disrespects him any further, who knows what he might do to her.

She suddenly feels her chin being lifted, her eyes meet the hazels of Demian. She forgets to breathe and falls from her pose onto the floor. She doesn't have time to regain her senses before two strong arms lift her off the floor.

She is about to question him on his weird behaviour when her mouth is suddenly covered by his in a kiss.

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Marguerite is very talented. She has a beautiful voice, a great passion for music and various talents in the arts. Unfortunately, her bright future gets compromised when she is forced to leave her world to fulfill the wish of someone else. Marguerite wanting to go home as soon as possible, accepts. However things turn out quite unexpected for her.

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