I Let Out A Tired Sigh. I quickly remove all of my clothes, down the remaining coffee in the mug and jump into the shower. I wash the frustration out of my hair and calm my body for a while. Once I'm sure all the warm water is done for, I dry myself and put on some fresh and crispy pair of pyjamas and comfortable baggy t-shirt and jump onto the couch. I open my silver laptop and as if all the weight is back again.

I've been trying to prepare the cover for my new chapbook, "Sea Full Of Stars" for the past three days now. I'm not a visual artist and hiring one costs too much and I'm too broke to spend bills on softwares. It's never easy being a writer. Writing itself can be such a lonely process, although it is my first home. But then I have to design a cover that is not only catchy, mysterious and unique but also conversely uninhibited. Great. I spend hours trying to find the right website that'll let me make one for free.

For a minute there, I sit back tired and almost defeated. What if books didn't have covers, I think to myself. I could've saved all this hassle and been sleeping on my lonely bed in peace. I'd be "Netflix and Chilling" on my phone. I'd probably have been writing something new.

But what about all the books I've read? I confess that I've also once trusted the image more than the not-so-convincing texts. The Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald with it's original art work is a stunning masterpiece. The eyes, the blue and the glam packed in it's dressing is an unbelievable turn on for any reader. But then again it wasn't designed by Fitzgerald himself. It was illustrated by Francis Cugat, a little known artist back then. It was the Gatsby that made me realise that it is an art to cover the book with a cape.

The same cannot be said for all the other books in my collection. Interpreter Of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri or Pablo Neruda's Love don't have the most convincing covers. I bought those books for the rave reviews I'd heard of them.

I do know that Rupi Kaur illustrated her own books. I get up and bring out all the poetry books that I own and try to fathom the making of their book art. The simplicity in Rupi's artwork is really appealing, but on the other hand Atticus's books look way too fancy. But the one thing they had in common is that their book covers were exactly what their book title said.

I too want my cover to reflect the idea and spirit of my book. But I don't know anyone who can design a book cover. Or who understands or reads my book or my art. I don't have my Francis Cugat.

I turn back to my computer, reducing it's brightness first because outside it's turning dark and I don't want to turn the light on just yet. I make a mental conversation with myself that if it doesn't work this time, I'll just use a template by Kindle Direct Publishing.

This time I go to YouTube and type 'how to make a paperback book cover for free' and hit Enter. The first video is of a middle-aged white man on the thumbnail, his hair slightly brown and a straight face. I click on it. The video starts demonstrating the process of making an easy to go book cover on this website called Canva.

I've used this app on my phone before but I never knew it could be used for making a paperback dress. I go to the site and follow all the instructions. I choose the image very mindfully, edit it, use the right fonts and change the colors. I do the same with the back cover and add a piece of poetry there. Then I keep following the instructions and after failing countless times, I make the perfect book cover for my latest collection.

I wipe the tears of joy slipping down my cheeks. I know I haven't made the best or make-you-pick-the-book-up kind of cover, but I'm happy.

I realise that I'm more happy because I could finally do something that fits the rules of the modern mass publishing world. I did something that will make people want to give me a look.

If it was upto me, I'd have the cover completely black or yellow and only bare my name and the name of the book. But that's not the case. I just smile with the fact that I made something that reflects the imagery or mood of my book. And I know that even with the exhausting role my cover will play, it won't ever gain the respect it deserves.

I go to bed hungry and drift off.

In these short stories, through personal episodes, the author talks about the complex idea of book covers being more commercial rather than artistic in the perspective of a reader as well as a writer.

Ozone Station is not unlike other railway stations that you may encounter in major countries but in Metropolitan Japan you may find similar countries with similar influences such as Singapore and the Philippines. Both were being occupied by Japan before and some stayed back to build their own community over the years.

Such as Ozone Station, it has a variety of shops, cafes, restaurants and convenience stores and a huge and spacious Oz Garden underground mall beneath it. There is a garden, a museum and sports dome within walking distance to it and a sprawl of budget and luxurious hotels around as well.

Akira and I were walking around in the business district window shopping at Kinokuniya, a super mega bookstore that ranges from paperbacks to hardbacks, fiction to non-fiction as well as covers languages from other countries as well.

Akira was browsing some paperback novels at the 'Romance' section and she was reading the back of the novel that was unfortunately shrink-wrapped. The cover was of a teenage couple and the title was "I will wait for you on the other side." The paperback novel was about 1 inch thick or so.

Seeing her hold the book and reading the title made my emotions that I suppressed to rise once more. I had no choice but to turn away and walk over to another aisle. There in the corner was a self-service kiosk where one can sit and have a cup of AGF Blendy Cafe Latory Coffee, Mocha or Tea to read their purchase.

Even I who had never made any purchase; but as an author of a WN; it do entitle me to have an AGF Blendy Cafe Latory Mocha Latte. 

I helped myself to the above and sat down on a circular table meant for 3. Sipping on the piping hot drink managed to soothe my imperfection. I was thinking of what the hell this Leap was about especially it managed to exploit my emotions so deep that it affected my next Leap.

Akira came back to me at the refreshment area with the book tightly clutched at her chest. The price tag I saw was ¥1, 589 which was considered quite alright for a paperback with around 120 - 180 pages thick. The most important is the clickbait title and its flashy book cover design. Any girl would fall for it. 

"Do you want the book...? Go ahead and buy it then... Since we are here, would you like me to get someone to unwrap for you so you could read a page or two?" 

I saw that Akira was biting her lower lip and clutching the book close to her chest. Through her body language, one can read without even saying a single word that she really desires the book and would not let it down no matter what. 

"Aahh... Let me guess; you wished to get a reward by your excellent swimming capabilities earlier right...? Then let me have the honour of rewarding this book to you then... Come, let me have the book and I get someone to gift wrap it for you... No need to unwrap the plastic to read; you may read it at home then... "

With that, she made a quick bow and handed the book outstretched in two hands. I told her to pick a wrapping gift and a ribbon and to come back to me and reassured her that I will not read the synopsis of the paperback novel. 

With that, she turned around and choose the wrapping paper and a ribbon at the 'gift section' and came back a while later. The book was placed facedown when I took from her as I can't bear the words of the title drilling at my mind and arousing my sorrow.

I quickly finished my drink and return the used porcelain cup to the washing area; took the book and placed it under my arm and head straight to the checkout counter. 

"Autograph the first page of the book and say something in it. It's customary for those who buy books for their girlfriend." 

She whispered to me and handed me a glittery ink gel pen as the salesgirl carefully unwrap the plastic shrink wrap and placed the book before me. 

I turned to the first title page and wrote the date and time stamp, then a remark for Akira to keep up with her progress signed my name and annotated my full name in bold below my signature. I blew on the writings for some time to let the ink dry before I closed the cover. I handed the paperback novel to the sales girl and she began to wrap it up like a dumpling before attaching the ribbon at the corner. 

I paid slightly over ¥2,100 for the book, wrapping paper, ribbon and wrapping services and promptly handed the gift over to Akira. She clutched it against her chest, thanked me and bowed slightly again. I gestured to her and made our way above ground to take the train back to our dorm. 

On our trip back while sitting next to one another, we took a selfie on our phone cameras with her holding the book and use making comical faces as we took one photo after another till we reached our stop. We alighted and laughingly compared the selfies we took while walking back. 

When we reached the entrance of the dormitory, she conveyed her thanks to me once again and slightly bowed again. I scratched the back of my head awkwardly not knowing what my next reaction would be... 

Should I kiss her forehead... Should I kiss her lips... Should I embrace her... Should I pat her head... Or should I chest bump her like what Bros do...? I was in a dilemma on what should I when she turned around, glanced at me and smiled before entering her premise. 

When she was out of sight and had closed the door after her, I stepped back and retreated to my own dorm. The only problem is I do not know which floor I am in and which room I should be entering into and worse... Which bed I should occupy on...! 

Ara ma...!!!

"Hello, Mr. Lee. It's a pleasure." Tayaw reached out his hand from the backseat, which Dae Ho shook.  "Likewise. Despite how much I wanted Chala to shut up about you, I have to admit, I regret not being able to work with you after I saw your book." Dae Ho complimented and gave Chala a drive-by as well. "Thank you. Maybe in the future, I can contact you if I write another book."  Tayaw replied teasing Chala. "That would be nice." Dae Ho said going along with the joke.
"Hah! Even if you're not kidding, what are you going to do? Drop your clients who are paying you just fine? You know it's rare for us to find decent authors." Chala said not willing to lose the game. "Come on. At least you're independent. My agency, on the other hand is eating a large part of my pies. I can't simply quit either because they have me by the balls with my shares of the royalties." Dae Ho expressed his frustrations. "That's why I quit the agency those years ago once I realized how their system worked. If I knew I can take care of you, I would have encouraged you to quit with me as well." Chala comforted in understanding. 
Meanwhile, Tayaw who was listening in the back seat noticed the south Teungeb accent from Dae Ho, and found it interesting. Foreigners when learning Teungebian usually pick up Northern accents like Tayaw's Nabla – Ouigab accent. Teungeb's Northern regions are where foreigners usually find work due its more internationally engaged industries like education, tech companies, sports, movies and fashion. Dae Ho, with his southern accent, must have been a part of those foreign ventures that engage themselves in the research, manufacturing and farming industries of South Teungeb.  
"By the way Tayaw, have you heard about Janus Paranik, the author of those basketball novels? Dae Ho here is his agent." Chala said trying to pull Tayaw in the conversation. "I see. Although I have not read his books, I have heard of Janus, he's one of Ouigab's prides after all. Is he releasing a new book, Mr. Lee?" Tayaw connected the dots.  "Yes. I visited him today as he just finished his manuscript. You should read Janus' books if you want to have an idea how to write sports novels. " Dae Ho confirmed. "I will." Tayaw politely agreed, even though he's not really a fan of the genre. "I'll give you a copy when it's printed out. I enjoyed the copy of your books that Chala gave me." Dae Ho said as he sincerely appreciated Tayaw's books. The two continued to talk about Janus' books until Chala cannot listen any longer. 
"Enough, Lee. Why is it that every time we meet, all you want to talk about is books? I brought you here for drinks!" Chala wanted to change the topic. "Just in time then, the bar just opened. Shall we? I have to prepare for tonight as well." Tayaw said as he pointed at the opened front door of the bar. The trio exited the car and went to look for a table at the bar room. Tayaw proceeded to the green room to check tonight's line-up to introduce to the customers. 
Tayaw's gig tonight is comprised mostly of lively songs. He performed acoustic covers of some popular dance and disco songs. Even though disco has had a relatively short popularity in Teungeb compared to rock and RnB, Tayaw's songs tonight still brought unexpected nostalgia to the customers. His arrangement of the songs also received a warm response from other musicians in the green room. After his gig, he spent a few minutes in the green room among the musicians, and excused himself shortly thereafter. After receiving his pay from Rudy, Tayaw headed to the bar room to also bid farewell to Chala and Dae Ho as he knew that the two will have a long evening. "Chala, don't forget to call for a designated driver. Mr. Lee, it's a pleasure meeting you. I have to excuse myself for tonight. I have to go home for some reading as I still have some assignments to finish." The two also understood Tayaw's situation and said their goodbyes. 
October 1, half a month after his books hit the shelves, Tayaw woke up in his new accommodation. The two month rent deposit in his previous dorm ran out the day before so he decided to find a studio apartment a few days ago and moved in early. The new place, just like his old dorm, is a five-minute brisk walk from Northwestern campus. It is also closer to more places he needs like the grocery store, a few restaurants and cafes, and the stationery store. The reason he chose to live alone is so that he can have more privacy and a better sound insulation so he can practice his guitar and vocals more. He did not forget to notify his parents of his move, but lied about the place being a dorm room instead of a studio apartment. 
Over the past half-month, Tayaw was also monitoring the View Points in his eyes. He currently has over 45,000 View Points. This gave him a mixture of pleasant feelings.  45,000 individual positive responses for the last half a month is a huge deal for him. He does not know the breakdown of his View Points but the total is enough to satisfy him greatly. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a text from Chala. "Good morning, Tayaw. Topaz sent the statistics of the book sales to your e-mail. Who knows, maybe you already paid back the credit given to you by Topaz." This reminded Tayaw. He also hopes Chala's optimistic estimate is the case as well. 
After classes, Tayaw went to a coffee shop near his apartment. After he ordered his drink, he connected his laptop to the shop's wi-fi to check his e-mail. Clicking on Topaz's e-mail, a pdf file of September's nationwide sales of Grimm's Fairy Tales is attached. The Children's version has sold about 14000 paperback copies and about 1000 hardcover copies, totaling to a little more than 15000. The adults' version has sold about 11000 paperback copies and 1300 hardcover copies totaling to around 12300 copies. This brought a pleasant surprise to Tayaw. This is a little better than his estimates of the book sales he based from his View Points. Both versions' paperback copies are priced at 24.99 and hardcover copies at 34.99 at stores, with Topaz selling the books to those stores at net prices of 12.50 BGC for the paperback and 17.50 for the hardcover. 
The calculation of his cut from the Children's version is as follows. The first 3500 paperback sales netted him 4,375 BGC from his 10% royalty on net paperback sales. The next 7000 paperback sales netted him 13,125 BGC from his royalty increase to 15%. Then the final 3500 paperback sales netted him 8,750 from his royalty increased to 20%. The hardcover sales netted him 2,600 BGC from his 15% royalty on net hardcover sales. Adding all up, Tayaw earned a total of 29,210 BGC in royalties on the 15000 books sold.  Deducting the 12000 credit Topaz Publishing gave him when he signed with them, and Chala's 18% share of 5,250 BGC from what Tayaw earned, a total of 11,940 BGC is to be Tayaw's.
The calculation of his cut from the Adults' version is as follows. The first 3500 paperback sales netted him 4,375 BGC from his 10% royalty on net sales. The next 7000 paperback sales netted him 13,125 BGC from the increased royalty to 15%. The remaining 500 paperback sales netted him 1,250 BGC from the increased royalty of 20%.  The hardcover sales netted him 3,410 BGC from his 15% royalty share from net hardcover sales. Adding all up, He earned a total of 22,150 BGC  from the adults' version sales. Deducting the 12,000 BGC credited by Topaz and Chala's 2,650 BGC from his share of 12% of whatever Tayaw earned in the adult version's sales royalties, 7,500 BGC would be Tayaw's. 
From what Tayaw can figure, the reason why the adult version sold much more than he expected is because of the beautiful cover of the book. Teungeb has a current population of 120,000,000. Out of the 120 million people, he does not know how many children and parents there are. What he knows though however is that the 27000 books sold is still very far from reaching the saturation point, therefore there are still millions in his country who has not seen his stories yet.
Satisfied with the numbers sent by Topaz, Tayaw headed to the nearest ATM machine to check his balance. 41,312 BGC. Never in his previous life would he expect to have this much money even after a five years in the work force. The combined up-front payment of 20,000 for his two books paid by Topaz after the book deal was finalized was basically untouched. The "off the books" gift of 4000 BGC from Topaz was used by Tayaw as a two month rent deposit for his studio apartment. With his expenses as a college student, the average 350 BGC per gig he receives from Rudy is more than enough for him to pay for his generous daily food budget of 20 BGC. In fact, Rudy was satisfied in his performances in September so he decided to hire Tayaw again. He wanted to offer Tayaw the weekend gigs as well but Amelie beat Tayaw into it. Rudy has no choice but to offer Tayaw his previous Tuesday – Wednesday night schedule, which Tayaw also accepted.  This is also the reason why Tayaw spoke to his parents to not worry about his daily expenses anymore with the excuse of "I still have plenty of savings". 
Regarding his situation as a musician, he knows he is very fortunate. Usually for both solo musicians and bands, they work hard for a day or two practicing, arranging, and preparing just for an hour of gig. Tayaw, on the other hand already has plenty of experience arranging songs and plenty of practice from his previous life. He and the Percussive Corrections also experienced this when they were starting out. It was only because they were all talented musicians and passionate for music that they all got by. His current self, however is different. All he has to do is to brush up on the songs he arranged himself in his previous life or choose songs he knows he can easily arrange. After doing so, he will practice them for an hour or two before his gig on the same day. Tayaw can save up days' worth of work in his gigs.  
Thinking of these things, he strolled back to his apartment. He still has home-works and projects to finish and submit before the start of the preliminary exams.

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

Ozone Station was definitely not unlike other railway stations that you may encounter in major countries but here in Metropolitan Japan, you may find similar countries with similar influences such as Singapore and the Philippines. 


Both countries had ever been occupied by Japan during the Japanese Occupation between 1941-1945, and in those years, some of the Japanese soldiers, traders and merchants decided to stay back and build their own community over the years, thus forming a booming trade of several Japanese products within the locally manufactured produce.

Take for example the Ozone Station that comprises of a range of commercial and retail shops, cafes, restaurants and convenience stores as well as a huge and spacious Oz Garden with an underground mall beneath it. 


There was a public garden, a museum and a sports dome within walking distance to it and a sprawl of budget and luxurious hotels around it as well.

Akira and I were walking around in the business district after our meal and decided to do some window shopping at Kinokuniya, a super mega bookstore that ranges from paperbacks to hardbacks, fiction to non-fiction as well as other books that covers many other languages from other countries as well.


The mentioned Kinokuniya bookstore that was located within the Ozone MRT Station was situated on the 4th floor of the building itself.

Akira was browsing some paperback novels at the 'Romance' section and she had picked up a novel and was reading the back of it and was unable to browse the contents as it was unfortunately been shrink wrapped. The cover was of a teenage couple and the title of the novel was "I Will Wait For You On The Other Side" The paperback novel was about 1 inch thick or so and seemed to be of light reading material.

I watched Akira from the corner of my eyes as she held the book up and reading the title alone made my emotions that I had managed to suppress earlier to begin rising once more. I had no choice but to turn away and walk over to another aisle where I had chanced upon a corner where there was a self-service kiosk that served up free hot beverages that we could consume all we want as long as we spend the time over in the bookstore. 


I saw that there were some brands that I was familiar with and I decided to have a cuppa while Akira was still browsing through the rest of the aisle. Romance was never my cup of tea but the sachets of coffee would be indeed to be one of mine soon. Hahaha...!


This kind of self-service kiosk was provided for the customers only who had made their purchase. However, since I have not made mine and neither does Akira, it would be the norm for us, students, to be shooed off from that corner, thus eliminating us from getting any free coffee. Hahaha...! 


Somehow, one of the bookstore staff recognised the original Shiro who used to siphon free coffee there before I had exchanged bodies with him, came over and invited me over next to a dispensing vat that contained all the black coffee I could drink. Hahaha...! "Thank you... Thank you... Arigato... Hahaha..."


I helped myself to a sachet of AGF Blendy Cafe Latory Mocha Latte instead of the free vat of black coffee that was provided and sat down on a circular table that was meant for 3. "How shameless could I be...?!?!"


Sipping on the newly brewed and piping hot drink managed to soothe and correct my psychological imperfection. I was pondering and wishing that Max was here so I could ask him what the hell was wrong with this Leap that somehow managed to take control of my emotions and ran wild with it. 


Luckily this poor old sod named Shiro was not a bawler or I would be bawling every time I cry and be sitting on the ground as I rubbed my feet in front of me like a spoiled child. Hahaha...!


Akira finally made a decision on her purchases as she joined me at the refreshment area with the book that she had chosen tightly clutched on her chest. HOW I WISHED I WAS TRANSMIGRATED INTO THAT BOOK INSTEAD...!!!


Once I had turned the book over, I saw the price tag and it was stated as ¥1, 589 which was considered as quite an alright price for a paperback with about 120 - 150 pages thick. The most important is the clickbait title and its flashy book cover design like the one you readers had decided to lay your hands on. Any girl or even boy would easily fall for the trap. Hahaha...!

"Akira, how do you find the book after reading the blurb or the synopsis at the back of it? Would you like to have it since you had mentioned earlier that you need a little reward for being able to shave off one second from your current swim record? Do you wish for the book as the reward...?"


"Go on ahead and place it over to the counter then... Since you liked the book so much, would you like me to get someone to unwrap for you so you could read a page or two before deciding to purchase it? Don't worry a thing, Akira, I think your parents won't see a dip in your savings at all...!"


I was acting like a cheapskate to her since I don't have any idea or any recollection of how much I have inside the wallet because the supper that we had was dutch. Is that the right term for it? It was basically we pay for what we eat separately. Hahaha...!

Besides, I have not even investigated nor probed into myself on where and how I would be able to feed myself and also Akira if I do not have any kind of employment or financial support from Shiro's parents. I have to blame the juku and ice cream session that disables me to find out about these details. Hmmpphh...!!!


I saw that Akira was somehow biting her lower red lip and at the same time, clutching the paperback novel close to her chest. Anyone who understands body language and studies them somehow was able to comprehend through her body language, and without even uttering a single word, shows clearly that she really desired to have the book for herself and would pay 10 times as much as the price stated if its the ONLY paperback novel left on the shelf. 


Besides, Akira knew that she would not be the one paying for it so no matter what price it stated, the one who would be paying would really do it through his nose. And that poor SOB would be me...I mean Shiro. Hahaha...!


Don't mind me, Shiro. I just used your body and savings for some time before I make the next Leap, yes? Hahaha...!  


"Aahh yes... Let me guess, you wished to get a reward by your excellent swimming capabilities earlier right...? Then let me have the honour of rewarding this book to you then... Come, let me have the book and I get someone to gift wrap it for you... No need to unwrap the plastic to read; you may read it at home then... "

I realised my mistake of shooting the mouth first without thinking and decided to make amends immediately by turning the whole scenario to be just that. When Akira heard that, she made a quick bow and handed the book outstretched in two hands. 


I told her to pick a wrapping paper to turn this paperback as a gift and a ribbon as well. She nodded her head and went off to look for the right wrapping paper that suited her most and the largest ribbon that she could find. A short time later, she came back to me and handed the items that she had chosen to have the paperback wrapped up. 


If anyone sees that scenario, it seemed like as if the girl was making the book as the gift for the boy. However, as you already knew it, this Shiro guy seemed a bit insensitive about romance or even a relationship at all. Hahaha...!


I quickly finished up my free hot beverage and returned the used porcelain cup to the washing area, rinsed the cup and let it hang on the drying rack. It was a normal practice in Kinokuniya bookstore to add a personal touch to their refreshment corner as disposable cups were disdained. I then took the book that Akira had wished for and placed it under my arm as we both headed straight to the checkout counter.

"Autograph the first page of the book and say something in it. It's customary for those who buy books for their girlfriend."

She whispered to me and handed me a glittery ink gel pen as the salesgirl carefully unwrap the plastic shrink wrap and placed the book before me. WOW...! At last...! I had gotten an answer to many questions that were playing around in my head. She was my girlfriend after all and not only acquaintances.

I turned to the first page that was intentionally left blank as I took the glittery pen and wrote the date and time stamp, then I wrote a remark for Akira to "Keep Up With Your Progress!" and finally signed my Alfred Hitchcock and annotated my full name in bold below it. 


I blew on the writings for some time to let the ink dry up before I finally closed the cover. I handed the paperback novel to the salesgirl as she began to wrap it up like a dumpling before attaching the ribbon at the corner.

Altogether, I had paid slightly over ¥2,100 for the book, wrapping paper, ribbon, the wrapping services and promptly handed the gift over to Akira. She was beaming from ear to ear as she received her gift and she immediately clutched it against her chest, thanked me and bowed slightly once again. 


HOW I WISH I WAS TRANSMIGRATED AS THAT PAPERBACK NOVEL...!!!
I guessed it had been the second time I had repeated myself of my willingness to be transmigrated as that particular book...!!!


I gestured to her and we soon made our way to the first level to take the train back to our respective dorm. On our trip back, while sitting next to one another, we took a selfie on our phone cameras with her holding the book and made comical faces as we took one photo after another right until we reached our stop. We alighted and laughingly compared the selfies that we took while walking back, Akira clutching the gift close to her chest while I just held my hands behind my back.

When we reached the entrance of the female dormitory, she conveyed her thanks to me once again and slightly bowed. I scratched the back of my head awkwardly not knowing what my next reaction would be as I bowed slightly to her as well...

Should I kiss her forehead... Should I kiss her lips... Should I embrace her... Should I pat her head... Or should I chest bump her like what brothers do...? I was just staring at her and wished I could do all that all at the same time but of course, she also had to make sure her name was not tainted as she was afraid that rumours would reach her parents.


I was in such a dilemma that particular evening and was pondering on what should I when she suddenly turned around, glanced at me once and lashed her sweetest smile before entering her premise.
When she was out of sight and had closed the door after her, I stepped back and retreated to my own dorm.


Suddenly, I had a sinking feeling deep in my heart and panic began to choke me by my throat...! 


I HAVE A FUCKING PROBLEM RIGHT NOW...!!!


Right now, the problem I am about to face would be - "WHERE THE HELL SHOULD I BE HEADING RIGHT NOW?!?!?" 


I do not even have a single idea of which floor, which room and which bed I was supposed to occupy right now. I rummaged through the contents in my school bag and all I could find was a whole lotta rubbish instead. DAMN...! Is this Shiro a rodent before in his life? There's so much rubbish inside the school bag that it would be comfortable to rear a whole family of mice of inside it...!!!
Ara ma...!!!

Hey, it's been a few weeks. Sorry there hasn't been any chapters. My health declined quite a bit (not because of the virus going around) so I had to put almost everything on hold.

I want to give a huge thanks to everyone who's reading this fan fiction. Over 180 collections is insane, never thought it'd be that popular. You guys are the reason I've been able to push myself to keep drafting, which is probably why I've taken longer to recover. That's my own fault though, I wasn't helping myself. :P

It's kinda ridiculous actually, the draft now covers up to the 7th Gym, which is most of the Kanto arc. After that, it's bullet points of a general outline. I estimate that the Kanto arc will at least be 400 pages (traditional paperback as reference) by the time it finishes. 

I won't get into spoilers, but still, I'll give out some information. Joe will be getting a travelling companion. Romance? Maybe. If it's of interest to readers and makes sense, then sure. Harem? Probably not.

After the little drama with Fomantis, Joe's going to be stricter about catching while still aiming to catch as many as he can. This is to ensure that every Pokemon he adds to the team has a story arc and is significant in some way. The Pokemon he has caught that didn't get an arc (like Pidgey, Nidoran, Psyduck, Zubat, etc.) will be getting their arcs later on. Nidoran's is especially important towards the end of the Kanto storyline.

Absol's ability won't be coming to light anytime soon, that's a set up for the long haul. I estimate it'll become known in the 3rd story arc.

I'll leave it at that for now since you'll read this stuff soon enough. Thanks again, it means a lot to know so many people like my writing. If you want to chat about literally anything, just say something and I'll post my Discord. See ya round!

*To keep things clean this update will be deleted 48 hours after release.*

Pulled one of each off the shelf and placed them on top of the others Bobby patiently held. Everyone expected her to fail. Just because she had a short attention span or something like that. Never mind that she at least tried things, gave it a shot, went for the whole enchilada, as Bobby said once "I'm going to prove Aunt Roro wrong. I just know I can do this."
The young cowboy frowned at her, and one slim paperback called HOT AS HELL CHILI fell to the floor.
"Honey, you don't have to worry about all this stuff. I love you and you love me. That's all that matters, right?"
Francisca picked up the book and didn't bother to hide her frustration as she glanced at her fiancé. "You don't understand, Bobby." She fished her platinum credit card from her purse and headed toward the register. "Love doesn't have anything to do with this at all."
LOVE HAD NOTHING to do with that night in Chicago, but Rose couldn't stop remembering what had happened between them. Or what might happen again. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed when Andrew left her alone in the sparse bedroom. It's double bed and neatly folded bedding seemed like an invitation too hard to refuse, especially at sunset. Especially when they were alone.
It was especially hard since she knew what it felt like to take him inside of her, to make love with him several times in one long, memorable night. She sat cross-legged on the floor, an exquisitely stitched wedding ring quilt forgotten in her lap. Do we need a storm? Andrew had asked only moments ago.
Of course not. All they needed was a few seconds alone. Rose hadn't answered, afraid she would make love with him right there on the kitchen floor and knowing darn well that she had no business behaving that way, no matter what the weather. She was here in Texas to chaperone Francisca. She was here to plan a wedding she hoped wouldn't happen.
And she was in Andrew's future bedroom not because she loved looking at quilts but because she hadn't the sense to stay home and make to-do lists for the fourth of July wedding ceremony.
And why? Because she hadn't been able to resist being with him. And remembering that one night last winter.
                                    *****
He'd kissed her, his hands on either side of her face. And she'd kissed him back, knowing full well that there would be no turning back. The sexual tension and laughing in the seclusion of the room. She didn't want to ask him to leave.
And she didn't know how to ask him to stay. She'd never made love to a stranger before. Her limited sexual experiences had been confined to one college boyfriend and a long-ago relationship with a co-worker. Nothing before had felt like this, a combination of passion and longing and thrust that made her loop her arms around the cowboy's neck and continue to kiss him until neither one of them could stand upright.
Somehow they managed to get their clothes off, which didn't take long. She tripped over one of the man's cowboy boots, and he chuckled and lifted her onto the bed before tenderly rubbing her stubbed toe.
"Better?" he asked, smiling at her.
Unable to talk, she nodded. And turned back the covers. He flicked off the bedside lamp to leave the room in semidarkness before joining her under the covers. For once in her life, Rose felt she was in the right place at exactly the right time, no matter how crazy it seemed. Or how out of character it was.
"I wonder if the storm has made us crazy," she whispered, turning on her side to face the cowboy. He was all male, with wide bare shoulders and taut chest. His head was propped up by his hand, and the other smoothed a tingling path along her arm and down, to the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip.
"It has," he agreed. "Though I've been in storms before and never done this."
"A blizzard usually means I have the day out of school," she managed to say, though his hand caressed the curve of her buttocks before moving higher once again.
"And what do you do then?" His fingers touched her breast, teasing the nipple with tiny feather-light touches.
"Grade..." his head dipped, his lips laving where his fingers had been "...papers," she whispered, before reaching

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Entertaining the spinster aunt of his friend's flighty fiancée is a chore for rugged bad-boy Andrew Johnson.
Except 'Auntie'__Rose Marti__ is actually a thirty-year-old knockout! Who could blame the footloose bachelor for trying to charm Rosy into bed?

Rose's Niece is about to get married __ unless she can stop the wedding. but suddenly Rose is falling in love with Lean, handsome Andrew, and her plans are blown away. still, can this one determined woman tame a wild man like Andrew?



Blame it on the heat?

Andrew's mouth came down on hers and he continued to kiss her. Rose grew dizzy again, though this time from sheer desire, and not stifling temperature. still, it was probably a hundred degrees inside the car.

She didn't know why Andrew had this effect on her, but she was a mass of quivering sexual awareness whenever he looked at her. And touched her. And kissed her in a way that said, 'I'm taking you to bed'...

When his hand tangled with her dress hem and connected with a bare thigh, Rose knew she was in trouble. His lips dropped to neck, while his fingers skimmed higher to graze the silk underwear she'd foolishly worn on a hot day.
His thumb dipped beneath the elastic and touched....

Rose struggled to sit up in the car. ‘Andrew, we can't do this here....’

Andrew grinned and pulled her close. ‘How about we go back to my house,’ he suggested lazily. ‘I could show you my quilts.’ The expression in his eyes was clear. 
                'Pure unadulterated lust'

"She always stays true to her word. Like a true warrior, I guess."
...
"I'm going to kill you." I charge at him and am just about strangle him when arms wrap around my waist, holding me back. 

I glare at Ayan. "He finished all of my junk food. I am going to kill him." I thrash around, flailing my arms but he does not let me go. 

"Calm down, sunflower." He tightens his hold on me. I elbow him in the ribs. Hard. He lets me go, only to pull me back. 

"Jeez woman. I didn't know it was such a big deal." Rudy says and offers me his half eaten chocolate. 

Correction: MY half eaten chocolate.

I look at him coldly. "You can take your fucking chocolate and shove it up your a-" Ayan covers my mouth before I can hurl any profanity at him. 

"I'll buy you more junk food. Relax, please." I slightly nod and he lets me go. 

I put as much space as I can between us. "He has thrown the wrappers all over your car. And there's a chocolate stain on the car seat" I point at Rudy's seat where there is a giant brown coloured stain. Rudy takes my bag and places it on the stain. Yeah, that will hide it. At this point, I don't even care.

 Ayan sighs but doesn't say anything.

"That's not fair. Why aren't you saying anything to him?" 

"Because he is shameless. I'll just be wasting my energy." Rudy grins at that and takes a big bite of the chocolate. 

"I'm not talking to you." I scoff and turn away. 
...
2:30 pm

"Naira" 

"Nairaaaaa" 

Ayan pokes my elbow. 

"Naira. Come on." 

"See what you have done." Zubair tells Rudy. "It's not my fault," Rudy mumbles. 

Ayan sighs. He passes his phone to Rudy. "Play the first song on my playlist." 

Rudy takes his phone and connects his phone to the car's stereo. Lonely by Jonas Blue starts playing in the car. I bite my lip to suppress my smile. 

Wanna ride with you 'til the wheels fall off
'Til we're running out of road

"WANNA DANCE WITH YOU 'TIL THE MUSIC STOPS. 'TIL WE GOT NO PLACE TO GO." Rudy shrieks. I cover my ears and laugh out loud. Zubair smiles and facepalms. 

"Everybody needs a place to hide. This don't have to be a bumpy ride." Ayan bumps his shoulder with mine and mouths 'sing along' . I shake my head. 

"I think we should be alone tonight. 'Cause we don't have to be lonely. Everybody needs some company. Let's talk about it for one more drink. I think you should be alone with me. 'Cause we don't have to be lonely." Ayan sings along to the lyrics and stares in my eyes. I scrunch up my nose and look away. 

Don't have to be lonely, lonely 
Don't have to be lonely, lonely 
Don't have to be lonely

"DON'T HAVE TO BE LONELY" Rudy screams. I groan and cover my ears again. Ayan covers his mouth. 

Well what does Rudy do? He licks Ayan's hand. 

"That was on me." Ayan grimaces and wipes his hand on Rudy's shirt. 

Rudy pauses the song. "I was listening to it." I whine. 

His stomach growls. "Guys I think I'm hungry. Can we go to a restaurant?" 

I look at him wide eyed. "HOW ARE YOU HUNGRY? IF ANYONE SHOULD BE HUNGRY , IT SHOULD BE ME." 

"Or you know me." Zubair mutters, from the driving seat. 

"Don't forget me." Ayan adds. 
...
5 pm

I stuff my stash of chips and chocolates in my bag and hug it tight to my chest. It is never leaving my side now. 

Ayan bought me many packets of chips and chocolates after we had lunch at Vyas Dal Bhati. There was a shop near it which was selling snacks. 

I notice Rudy ogling at my bag. I scowl at him and hide my bag behind me, away from his eyesight. 

Zubair is sitting next to me, engrossed in his phone. Ayan took the keys from him after we had lunch.

I take out my phone and start reading I'll give you the sun by Jandy Nelson. I did not pack the paperback with me because I wasn't sure about the company I'll have. I'm glad, I didn't. Knowing Rudy, he would have covered my book with stains. Even Ayan wouldn't have been able to stop me from choking him to death then. 

Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Baby shark.

Mommy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
Mommy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.

Wait, what?

Rudy is singing along to the lyrics and swaying on his feet.

"RUDY. TURN IT OFF" We all shout at him. 

"Is it too late to ditch him?" I sigh. 
...
10 pm

"You want one?" I offer my packet of chips. Ayan politely declines it.

Rudy and Zubair have dozed off. They fell asleep as soon as we had dinner. 

We will reach Pune in the morning and Goa by evening depending on how often we stop. It's dark outside and still the road is busy. 

"Are you tired? Do you want to rest? You've been driving for six hours, Ayan." He shakes his head. 

"You haven't even slept much. Can you pull over and rest for a while?" He just slept for an hour in the afternoon. 

"It is not safe to pull the car on this highway. We can get robbed." 

Rudy shivers. I cover him with my blanket. I took out two blankets from the boot of the car after we came from the restaurant. I offered one to Rudy who refused it while Zubair gladly took it.  Who is shivering now? 

I shift closer to Zubair and cover my legs with his blanket. 

"Should I wake up Zubair or Rudy? Let one of them drive?" I eat the last chip and keep the wrapper in my bag. 

"No, let Zubair sleep. Also, I would never trust Rudy with my car." 

" Do you feel cold?" I ask after a while when I hear him shiver. 

"No, sunflower. I'm good. Although it's nice to see you worry about me." He winks at me.

"I would have done the same for anyone else. You're not special." I mumble.

Two families. An arranged marriage. 
What could possibly go wrong?

A story filled with love, laughter and lots of embarrassment.
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"You can't find someone so pretty, smart, funny, stubborn, mature, childlike, fearless, shy, insecure, emotional, no bullshit; all at the same time."

"You're like a broken compass. You are either happy or just fucking annoyed with everything. Either way, you don't know exactly how you feel and what you want."

Despite not wanting to get married, when Naira's family insists her to tie the knot, she decides to give Ayan a chance. Cocky, friendly, and extremely attractive, he shares an unlikely trail of secrets that haunt his past and come knocking down his present. Getting kidnapped, temporarily adopting a seven-year-old, attending a marriage, making new friends... Naira does it all. Amid all the chaos, she'll find not only love but also herself.

"Your laugh wrinkles your forehead. It touches my foolish heart."

"You're like a book I keep on reading but can't remember. Every time I read, I find a new section, a new paragraph, a new sentence."

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The characters are both Indian and reside in Delhi as of now.

Okay so the Illustration is complete I updated the book cover on royalroad.com scribblehub.com and webnovel.com, I've also updated the synopsis to what is going to be on A m a z o n.
The illustrator delivered the illustration to me around 3 or 4 hours ago., so it was completed fairly recently.
It took me mmmm 7 or 8 tries maybe 9 before I was finally able to get kdp amazon to accept the illustration. I tried 6 or 7 times of those to get it to accept the pdf. In the end, it did not accept the pdf book cover, but I was able to make a workaround and submit the image through the cover creator by uploading the image and delete all text projected over the illustration by the cover creator and wallah only took a 2nd try to get it done after that.
This was for the paperback version mind you, no problems with the ebook on that front. Keep in mind I was just about to go too sleep when the illustrator contacted me and I only recently reverse my schedule back to somewhat normal. It was then that this whole fiasco started.
Now then, the ebook has passed review and is currently publishing which means their setting it up on their sites and apps for amazon, kindle and their various national variations.
The paperback is in review. Both the ebook and paperback should be released around or within 72 hours from what I've been told. I will also get an email when the ebook is published and maybe when the paperback is published not sure.
Next, I noticed when I was reposting the amazon version of the synopsis that the paperback's synopsis was lacking any spaces between sentences which is indeed an issue.
Now I would go ahead and edit the ebook and paperback just so they're more professional, but I tried that, it won't let me edit it right now and the button to do so are greyed out.
That said I do want to edit the synopsis of the two books so they're not a mess but I will have to wait, if they even allow editing of them after they've been published anymore. I know they used too.
I may or may not release another update when they've been published and or edited but for now you seem to have all the information and anymore may just be overbearing.
Also the paperback minimum price was 42 something odd dollars with no royalties, so I raised the price of the paperback to 50 dollars USD so that I can even make a profit off royalties, even with that each purchase of the paperback only gives me 4.25 dollars. The cost of printing is 25 something odd dollars per book, I guess amazon gets the rest and or put it into shipping costs???? Crazy right?
Anyway that's it have a wonderful night or day and I hope you buy a copy.

P.S. The ebook is 2.99 USD.

I have this story on Webnovel.com Scribblehub.com Royalroad.com & Tapas.io I am on P A T R E O N, besides these websites I have this on Amazon
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Ethereal.

A Primordial Storm.

A Hyper-Sentient Being A God?

No.

But his creations seem to think so?

Whole worlds sculpted from his own body.

Countless denizens living and breathing on and within his worlds.

Immortal Powerful Overseers descended from one born in the primordial Origin.

Massive Guardians Dragons that birthed all dragon-kind.All serving you, all look up to you.

Yet you say no, you are not a God.

Because I am not.

I can be hurt.

I can be killed.

I have limits.

My Power is Finite, not Infinite.

Thus I am not a god.

I used to think It was only me in the void, but I am not alone.

Logan's POV
"Maybe that's what triggered her memory loss." My father said as he paced the room.
"Yeah, I mean, she said he was her best friend and she probably looked up to him like the older brother she didn't have." My mother said with sadness.
"The shock of him treating her badly and abusing her must've affected her too much." My father continued.
"But why would that Drake person and her parents betray her like this?" My mother asked, anger lacing her every word. I sighed and averted my gaze to Eva. She was lying on her stomach on the floor scribbling on a piece of paper, god knows where she got it from. She looked so peaceful, so happy. She was beautiful.
"Why aren't you saying, anything son?" My father asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"I don't know what to say," I replied solemnly. "Why would anyone just sell their daughter for money? And if Eva herself and Drake knew about her true self, didn't her parents know too? If they were bad people, they would've kept her for the pearl and not give her to someone else. It's all just too weird." I explained, still looking at Eva. Where the hell did she get the paper from?
My father sighted from beside me. "If Drake wants her back that means that she's in danger. We have to get the files from Drake's office as soon as possible and let the king lock him." He stated.
I nodded in agreement, still looking at Eva curiously. I got up from my placed and strolled towards her. I bent down on the floor right next to her face.
"Eva, where did you get that paper from?" I asked.
She didn't look at me and just pointed at the coffee table near the window as she continued drawing the sun. I furrowed my eyebrows and something inside of me was on high alert.
"Eva, can I just see this," I said as I pulled the paper from her hands slowly. She protested but I managed to pull it out. I flipped the page and that's when my eyes bulged from their sockets.
Holy shit! She was drawing at the back of a peace treatment between us and a neighboring pack. What will they say when they find the sun, a house, and grass drawn at the back?
"Shit!" I muttered under my breath.
"What's wrong Logan?" My mother asked worriedly.
"Eva just drew on the back of a peace treaty," I replied as I continued to stare at the paper with wide eyes. "I'm ruined."
I heard my father trying to stifle his laughter but he couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
I looked at him angrily. "This concerns you too you know. You're still the alpha." I scolded but he just couldn't stop, even my mom was trying to stop the smile from cracking onto her face.
I felt Eva tug at my sleeve and I turned to look at her. She hands extended in a 'give me something' way. I raised an eyebrow at her.
"What?" I asked.
"Give me my paperback." She demanded with a scowl.
"Eva, this is a really important paper. You can't draw on it." I told her calmly.
"No. Give me my paper." She demanded again, her scowl growing.
"No Eva, this-" I couldn't get to finish my sentence as she snapped again.
"Give me my paperback." She demanded for the third time, stomping her foot angrily on the ground.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, calming myself and trying to think of a way to convince her. I didn't get a chance though as I felt the paper getting snatched from my hand. My eyes immediately opened wide.
"Give it back," I ordered Eva but her reply was unexpected. Without saying anything, she quickly crumpled the paper and placed it in her mouth as she started chewing on it.
I gasped like some queen bees when she breaks a nail. I even had my hand in front of my mouth as I stared at Eva in horror.
I narrowed my eyes at her. "Bad Eva. Naughty, naughty, naughty." I scolded pointing at her. She was giving me a flat look and then just spit the makeshift ball on the carpet. I gasped again.
All the while, my parents were cracking up laughing at the scene. I groaned at them in frustration.
I was brought out of my misery when Eva gasped behind me. I instantly turned to be faced with a very panicked face. She had her eyes wide and she seemed to be trying to control something.
"What's wrong Eva?" I asked, panic evident in my voice. She didn't reply and only whimpered.
"What's wrong?" I asked again. Then suddenly one of her hands reached to the back, holding her bum while the other held her front. I raised my eyebrows at her in confusion.
"What?" I asked bewildered. She didn't answer and still looked alarmed.
"Uhmm... Logan, I think she wants to go to the bathroom." My mom said. My eyes widened at her words and I hastily placed Eva over my shoulder and ran to the bathroom.
I was stopped at the entrance when my mother called.
"Logan, are you going to help her pee?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. My father had his hand over mouth trying so hard not to laugh.
Realization dawned on me and I immediately placed her back down. She started hoping in her place from one foot to the other, trying to hold it in.
"Mom help her." I pleaded as I too started hopping in my place, mimicking Eva. My mom made her way towards us with a smug smile. When she reached me, she smirked and said.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you too are trying to hold it in."
"Mom." I groaned as I pushed her towards Eva.
"Okay, okay." She said in laughter as I pushed her inside the bathroom. I kept staring at the door until my father stood beside me.
"You're a sucker you know that." He stated with a grin. He knows more than anyone how it's like to be with your mate after missing her for a long time.
"And I don't regret any of it," I replied with a grin of my own.
Seconds later my mother came out shaking her head.
"Where's Eva?" I asked.
"Peeing." She replied with a duh tone.
"Then why did you leave her?" I asked again.
"She kicked me out." She replied as she threw her hands in the air and I was only able to reply with an 'oh'.
Our heads snapped towards the bathroom door as Eva's voice resonated from behind it.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you awe. Up, above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle, little star. How I wonder what you are." She sang and we all stopped talking and listened to her.
"That girl can never get the 'R' even if her life depended on it!" My mother said with a smile.
"'R' isn't the only thing," I replied with a sight. Don't take me wrong, I love Eva, whether as twenty years or a three-year-old, but I never thought I'd be taking care of a mini Eva before I even mark the adult Eva.
I always dreamt about mini Evas and mini-mes running all around the house. The images themselves made a smile to spread across my face.
I went up to the bathroom door and knocked when I couldn't hear Eva anymore.
"Eva. You okay in there? Are you done?" I asked.
I was answered back with a low 'mmm'. I looked at my mom and she nodded at me.
Seconds later, my mom and Eva emerged from the bathroom, Eva looking as refreshed as ever. She sure was a handful.
The rest of the day went by peacefully. I spent most of it in my office though, trying to make another copy of the agreement Eva ate. I was so getting her for it.
Eva, on the other hand, spent the rest of her day downstairs, mostly with the twins. They played together, ate loads of junk food, much to my dismay. They even fought about silly things and I would find Eva running into my office, crying on my lap as she complained about them, she would even snitch on something they did from her frustration, making me chuckle at her. I, of course, was on her side. Every time.
I looked up at the clock in the office where my father and I were working, only to find that it was already ten pm. I sighed and got up from my place.
"I'll go tuck Eva in. It's getting late." I told my father. He just nodded, not removing his eyes off the papers in front of him.
I went downstairs to find Eva and the twins eating ice cream while watching something on TV.
"Come on guys, time for bed," I said, clapping my hands.
"Noooo." They all protested in unison.
"Come on. It's already ten." I said, making my way to the tv and turning it off. The twins groaned while Eva just gave me her best glare. It only made me smile at how cute she looked with the glare and crossed arms.
The twins said their goodnights and made their way to their room. I stood in front of Eva, her hands still folded across her chest and her eyes throwing daggers at me.
"Come on Eva. It's time to go to bed." I cooed, and in came her famous reply.
"Mm, my name is not Ewa." She said and turned her head.
"Okay. I'm sorry. Come on, let's go." I apologized with a smile. She turned her head and looked at me. Her gaze softened and she opened her arms.
"You want me to carry you?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She just nodded her head. My smile grew wider as I snaked my arms around her waist. She held onto my neck and wrapped her legs around my torso. She yawned as she placed her head on my shoulder. I couldn't stop grinning at how close our bodies were.
I ascended the stairs and made my way to our room. I placed Eva on the bed and pulled the covers over her body.
"Am I going to sweep in my clothes?" She asked and I raised an eyebrow at her.
"Mommy told me to always wear my pajamas." She explained and I nodded my head in realization. I quickly made my way to the closet and pulled out one of my pajama pants and a shirt. I know my mom got her pajamas but I liked it better when she wears my clothes.
I gave her the clothes but she just kept looking at me. She then narrowed her eyes.
"Close your eyes." She scolded as her cheeks tinted pink. I chuckled at her embarrassment.
"Okay," I said as I turned around, giving her my back. "Better?" I asked but she didn't answer. I heard shuffling behind me and a few grunts before she spoke again.
"Done." She said and went under the covers. I followed her and adjusted myself on my back. I felt movement from beside me and when I looked, Eva was moving closer to me, curling herself on my side as she clutched my shirt.
"Tell me a bedtime story." She mumbled sleepily.
"Okay. There was once a beautiful young girl who lived with her parents. They loved her so much and they all spent their days in happiness. One day, the mother got sick and not long after, she died. The father was so sad but he still wanted what's best for his daughter, and so, he married someone else. She was a beautiful lady and had two daughters-" I stopped mid-sentence as Eva raised her head quickly and, yet again, narrowed her eyes at me.
"That's Cinderella." She said angrily. I gave her a guilty look.
"Okay, I'll say another one," I said and she laid her head back.
"There was once an old merchant who had seven children. They were-" I was stopped again as Eva raised her head to look at me.
"Okay, okay, I'll say something else. Gee."
She looked at me suspiciously before laying her head back.
"There was once a king and a queen who wanted to have a child so badly. They prayed and prayed until their wish came true. The whole Kingdom-" this time Eva didn't just raise her head, she went into a sitting position, Indian style. She crossed her arms and glared at me.
"What? Coming up with a new story is hard." I said defensively. "Can't you just thank God for what you have?" She rolled her eyes at me and laid back down.
"I don't want a story anymore. Go to sleep." She said as she positioned herself comfortably.
"Are you sure, cause I can try to think of something." My words were met with silence. Her even breathing and steady heartbeat told me that she was sleeping. She was probably beat up today. I, myself was so tired.
I wrapped Eva's body around my arms and pulled her closer. I closed my eyes and started drifting to sleep as I enjoyed Eva's body against mine.

He destined to become the head of their clan but a rare opportunity came in, he finds a helpless slave living a misery life. Despite her unknown identity, he saved her.

She becomes a slave of a New Moon Clan for 10 years after her money-driven parent's sold her. She lost her own identity and become a worthless human. Her only desire is to skip from that situation. A loving alpha mate from Wolf Clan gives her a new life, new family and new beginning. Is that really so simple when she discovered her own true form as a fox? Would their love to each other stand in a struggle and chaotic worlds of wolves clan?


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