The book is an Epistolary novel where the protagonist writes his daily events into a letter amd sends it to an unknown individual. The individual was not revealed within the story. He writes about his high school crush, his childhood trauma and his first Relationship and how he made friends after his only friend died or commited suicide. It really gets exciting to get on this journey of this school boy which everybody does go through at some point of their lives.

"Hey Daniel, I have some good news." Patrick sounded cheerful.
"What is it?" Daniel asked him curiously.
"I just arrested Andrew and Sophia"
...
One day ago [Wednesday Night]
Patrick was standing in the gallery and was smoking a cigarette, he was frustrated as there was no lead to the case he is working on. The only good thing right now was his colleague is now safe and is out of danger but on the other side, although he has the culprit's fingerprints and knows who the murderers are he was still not able to get a hold of them.
One thing was clear, Andrew and Sophia are the murderers but who they murdered and why they murdered him was not clear.
Their previous victims were all old rich people but the one murdered recently was a different victim so it was obvious that they didn't kill him for money but it was something else about this victim that triggered them.
Suddenly someone back hugged him, he knew who it was as they were the only two people living in the home.
He quickly got rid of his cigarette and turned around to hug back Emily.
"Why did you throw away your cigarette, it was still not over." Emily got upset.
Patrick smiled at her reaction, "It seems you are upset I didn't finish off my cigarette."
"Of course I am upset, you look so hot when you smoke."
"You are really weird, girlfriends nag their boyfriends to give up smoking and you keep encouraging me."
"Don't worry, you can occasionally smoke, I'll ensure it doesn't affect your health much."
"Perks of dating a doctor" He kissed her on the forehead.
Emily smiled at him, "You know there are more perks when you date an intelligent woman?"
"Is that so?"
"Yes, she understands you very well when she is smart, like now"
"What do you mean?"
"Something is bothering you, right?"
"Nothing much, just some work."
Patrick didn't want to worry Emily.
"Pat, if you don't share your worries with me, then how can I expect you to share your life with me?"
"Emily"
"Come on Pat, something is bothering you and not just now but for a long time, even during our reunion you got worried about something, what is it?"
Patrick sighed in defeat and decided to tell Emily everything that happened with Rachel in Peebles and the attack and how the guy who is her current crush saved her.
He intentionally didn't tell her it was Daniel as now he knows she and Daniel are colleagues so he decided to let Rachel be the one revealing about Daniel and did not want to take this away from her.
Also he knows if Emily will know about Daniel then she will tell Matthew too and later Rachel would find out about him and Daniel being involved in her case, overall he felt it was better to hide Daniel's identity from Emily.
"Oh my god, so much happened with Rachel and you are telling me now?" Emily was furious with Patrick.
"I didn't want to worry you."
"Patrick, does Rachel know about this recent murder?"
"Not yet"
"Are you kidding me? Isn't this obvious that Andrew and that woman partner of his are the murderers and Rachel's article was found on the dead body, they are obviously a threat to her."
"Yeah, I know, that is why I am trying to catch them but their fingerprints are not in any of the records, luckily the local police in one of the towns were able to get their fingerprints in an old man's murder and we matched with it."
"So, now what?"
"I am not sure what next, they might have already left London and went away to some other place. I am not sure where to find them."
"Pat, I'll do one thing, tomorrow I'll go to the forensic lab and try to get more info on the victim who recently died. If there is no information about the murderers then maybe the information on the victim might help us reach them."
Emily has always been a fan of murder mysteries and that was also the reason why she chose Pathology. She tries to think in the ways other detectives would.
"I know Emily, you think I didn't already do that, the victim's fingerprints too are not in our records, it is like this person never existed before."
"Yeah I understood that, let me go to forensics tomorrow and figure out something."
"Thanks Ems"
"Pat so that day during reunion, when Rachel showed you some message and you got worried it was also…"
"Yeah, that was the reason why I was a bit worried that day and also why I insisted me and Rachel come to the reunion together and leave together."
Emily nodded her head as everything made sense now.
Patrick added, "Didn't I already tell you this when you left after feeling insecure and jealous." He looked into her eyes and caressed her cheeks.
At the reunion itself Patrick cleared the misunderstanding as he knew what she would be thinking about.
"Yeah you did and after that I never doubted you."
"Good"
…
[Thursday]
The next day as promised Emily went to the forensic lab to work with them on the case.
Since she works in the Pathology department it was a normal part of her work to coordinate with the forensics team.
There she again went through all the leftover belongings of Bob, most of his clothes were almost burnt and his body was kept in a mortuary so that when his family would come, they could hand over the body to them.
After some research on his left out clothes, Emily saw the name of the brand his shirt belonged to.
The brand logo was somewhat burnt but with the help of the internet she figured out it was some local brand and was not very popular.
She also determined it was not a local brand of London, she got some hopes and she studied more about it, she was not sure if her unique way of research would lead them anywhere but nevertheless she saw it as a direction and headed towards it.
After a few hours she determined it was a local brand in Poland.
She quickly called Patrick who was working at the police headquarters.
"Hey Ems"
"Pat, I got a clue but I am not sure how helpful it would be" She excitedly told him.
"Every clue is important Ems, what did you find out."
"The shirt that the victim wore belongs to a local brand in Poland, there is a chance that our victim is Polish or in the worst case it is just a random coincidence that he wore a local Poland shirt."
"That is actually a great deduction Emily, this may actually lead us somewhere." Patrick informed her with hope, he didn't say it just to make her happy but it could really be a breakthrough in this case.
"Great, do let me know if this information was of any use."
"Sure"
Then Patrick asked his team to contact the police department in Poland, he then discussed the case with them and sent the victim's fingerprints they found to the department in Poland.
Within an hour Patrick got a call from Poland and they confirmed these fingerprints belonged to one of their citizens.
Patrick sighed in relief as they finally found out who their victim is.
The victim's name is Robert Nowak, a Polish native.
In the next few hours, with the help of the police department in Poland, Patrick got every information on Robert.
He is a well educated man there with a good reputable job, on calling his last office they confirmed that Robert got a job in London with a higher pay and that was the reason he quit his job there and shifted here.
As they were Robert's previous employers they had the information on his new job as he shared it with his colleagues there and even gave some basic information for the records to his old employer, because of which Patrick's job got easier and he got to know Robert was supposed to join as the Personal Manager in the newly opened Elite club in London called 'The Eminent Club'
Patrick and his team contacted 'The Eminent club' but they did not directly ask them the questions as they were being careful about everything so they just asked them as a police routine check-up they wanted a list of their employees and in there they found Robert Nowak's name in it but the surprising fact was, this employee was marked active.
Which meant that the employee was currently working in their club.
Patrick checked the time it was already around 6 pm, so he decided to be patient and act rationally.
He requested the people working in higher ranks at 'The Eminent club' to share their employees profile as it was needed for the investigation of a case and informed them that the real Robert Nowak was already dead and the one working there is a fake.


Rachel, CEO of a big conglomerate woke up after being in a coma for 3 months. She ran away from her home and running away didn't do her any good and she ended up getting entangled with a few dangerous people, she thought her life would end but surprisingly she was alive and was being cared by a handsome doctor, Daniel.

Unbeknownst to her there are some hidden enemies she needs to deal with and she can only with the support of her gang of friends and the doctor she developed a crush on.
...
Once the rapid pounding of their hearts calmed down, Daniel pecked her lips lightly and again confessed, “I love you Rachel”
Rachel smiled back at him, “I love you too”
“Should we continue our drive or return back home?” Daniel asked.
“Let’s continue”
“You sure? Are you not tired?” Daniel was still concerned about her.
“You think only a kiss can tire me?” Rachel replied boldly, she too was not sure where this boldness came from but she suddenly felt courageous.
Daniel was surprised by her words but he was not the one to back down, “Well should we find out what can tire you?” Daniel leaned forward and whispered in her ears, his eyes looked hungry for more.
The bold Rachel of earlier disappeared and she became shy and shrank back
... 



Disclaimer: The cover photo does not belong to me, if the owner has a problem please let me know I'll remove it


"Swoosh!"

Two figures could be seen moving towards one another and colliding, subsequently moving backward from the impact. One figure was a short man wearing dark orange robes, he stood in a fighting stance facing another man who was a head taller than the previous and wore simple clothes. His stance was quite calm, however, his eyes betrayed his body's behavior as it was seriously staring at the opposite person.

These were Patrick and Lester, who after a month had begun to show some minor progress in their respective cultivation styles. Patrick, whose body's physique could be seen outlining his robes and if someone was to do a further inspection in regards to his changes, his Iris was also golden. His face showing a cocky smile.

Suddenly, Lester made a move as he dashed forward to throw a punch. Unfortunately, his movements were too predictable for Patrick who quickly made the choice to move backward and dodge, however, as he attempted to move his leg, he felt as if he was unable to. Looking down he noticed two light blue translucent tentacles wrapped around his legs, and an awkward expression came to his face as he raised his arms to block the punch. This was his advantage! His cultivation book: As the understanding towards the first volume of his [Black Sand Zu Lizard Cultivation] book grew, his physical capabilities would improve substantially until the first volume is completed, and he had reached the cultivation level of a Beginning Stage Cultivator, in other words, until one-third of his core was filled.

After successfully blocking the punch, he was hardly phased, and it was all thanks to his new constitution. He was delighted by the increase in strength he had achieved in only one month and his gratitude towards Lester was deep. This was an incredible opportunity, he had to take advantage of. Cultivating in this location with Lester was also severe, with the most calmness and natural beauty he had ever seen in person.

"My turn!" Patrick smiled and squatted with the tentacles still around his legs. His golden eyes stared towards Lester as a smirk appeared on his face, his competitive spirit was ignited!

"Woosh!" The sand was kicked up as Patrick suddenly lunged forward with power. The tentacle around his legs dissipated with light blue diffusion, as it couldn't handle Patrick's power. 

"EEK!" Lester took a step back as he quickly moved his body sideways to dodge the punch, something in his mind sparked, as his eyes shifted to the side as he noticed a trailing leg coming towards his way. As he was moving his head backward, he was shocked to see the trailing leg being pulled back instead of extended, and as Patrick's body twisted in mid-air his opposite leg extended with tremendous speed hitting Lester on the chest as he was pushed back with force. Light blue cracks began to appear on his chest as it began to slowly spread. A light blue coating appeared all around his body as it looked like a faint aura being emitted by his body. This was the one and only layer Lester was able to complete thus far. 
Patrick wasn't the only one who made advancements in this past month, as Lester was able to create the symbols needed for three manipulations. 

One that can create tentacles, improve your senses, and lastly, one that creates a world qi protection around your body. As the practitioner improved in cultivation, these layers could be stacked. Lester still hasn't filled one-third of his core and he was much farther back than Patrick. Not only for his lack of talent but for the fact that creating the symbols for these manipulations on his core took a lot of time and effort. He practically barely had time to focus on standard cultivation. But there was a simple reason for this. He would eventually have to create these symbols on his core anyways and possibly more, and if his memory served correct, then these symbols would support in accumulating world qi. Essentially, his cultivation speed would improve if he had more of these symbols. Especially since his talent is low and his cultivation speed slow, this could be a great help. Apart from the 5 manipulations that were mainly used by the previous owner of Lester memories, there were a few others that Lester was interested in, however, these are simply interests and considerations as the reality is, these symbols were much more complex than others.

Lester witnessed his first layer almost shattering in shock. In the last month, him and Patrick would spar a few times and this was the first time Patrick was able to land a strong hit. The strength that Patrick attained thus far was impressive, and it only made Lester feel even more excited! He had to work harder to not fall too far behind!

Both men breathing heavy, looked at one another, "Woah! I honestly didn't expect your protective thing to stay intact! I put a lot of my strength into that, I'm beginning to get the hang of this." Patrick said as he entered a more passive stance.

Lester scratching his head replies, "Yeah, you're very strong now! If we kept on going I don't think I could keep up."

It was true. Patrick was also equipped with some good martial arts, hence his advantage in combat.

After testing out their newfound abilities, they had moved back inside of the house for some rest and tea. Both men sat on a rug sipping tee grown in the backyard as they discussed a few things with one another.

"So what should our next plan be? We have basically stepped into cultivation, we can actually fight now, we have powers!" Patrick seemed quite happy and excited to venture out and test out these powers.

Although Lester was quite happy as well, fighting and training for his life and practicing some techniques were two completely different things and the first made his heart shake slightly.

"We could go to the Cultivation Island," Lester replied seeing the reaction of Lester.

Patrick's eyes shone once more as he knew what Lester spoke of and was extremely excited.

Everyone in this world knew what the cultivation Island was. When the incident first occurred and the spacecraft crashed into earth, one of the richest men on earth just happened to not be too far, taking his yachts he was able to gather certain things from the crash and escape. Because of his richness, no one really bothered, however, this man was more ambitious than anyone had planned. 

As a cultivation fanatic, he had a bigger picture in mind. Spending a lot of his fortune, he was able to buy an island and work on it for about a year. No one knew what he was planning to build. In fact, no one expected him to finish construction as there were too many dangers occurring when the island was being expanded on. However, money talks and he was able to complete an interesting place, where Cultivators could gather, join the Cultivation island, gain residency, and protect the earth from these wild monsters that are rampaging through the land.

In the world at the moment, forty of the top one hundred had already decided to sign up with the island, and although not every cultivator chose to claim residency within the island, most of them took missions issued by the island to protect and defend the human race. 

There were other perks that Lester seemed to be hoping for like trading, better training, and opportunities, and maybe this could be a mutual benefit for him and the humans. With his vast knowledge, he could possibly trade a few things he didn't need for items discovered from the crash.

In addition, this man happened to have three cultivator bodyguards that follow his every command. To everyone's surprise, this man was able to find something called a "Spiritual Contract" which no one was able to break. 

This made Lester feel more at ease because this meant that he wouldn't be cheated as both sides needed to uphold their conditions.

"But we will face a lot of dangers…" Lester also weighed in the dangerous situations he might be placed in.

"Isn't this what we became cultivators for? To get rid of these monsters and protect those dear to us?" Patrick spoke passionately looking at Lester who smiled and nodded back.

"Thud!"

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly as both men were sipping their tee they heard a noise coming from outside and both of their eyes locked.

They quickly moved and peeked out their window and to their surprise, there was an unwelcome guest.

Lester's heart was racing at the moment as he was shaken by these developments, he truly never faced a monster before. 

The unwelcomed guest seemed quite familiar. Lester had seen an animal that resembled this beast before, and that animal was a binturong. The only difference is, that this monster was half the size of a human with dark green fur all around its body. The red-eye of the creature scanned the dirt as it sniffed looking for the trail of Lester and Patrick.

Patric stares at it with seriousness stating, "This is our time…"

An alien spacecraft crashes into Earth, exposing the world to something they never thought possible: Cultivation. As humans begin to embark on the road of cultivation with newfound powers, the world rapidly changes as heroes rise and fall in pursuit of strength.

Jung Ho walked towards the door. Then without turning around, he spoke with a tone that could freeze hell over.

"Meet me outside when you're done!"

Eun Ji gave the nurse an awkward smile as he helped her settle on her feet properly. 

Patrick was tense, and he didn't speak to her anymore, giving Eun Ji an impression that she had done something to upset him but immediately they both got don't the elevator, Patrick moved closer to the boy.

He noticed him trying to move back a little and the boy couldn't meet his eyes. Was the boy feeling so down because of that man's treatment earlier on? 

Then he decided that he had no choice. Maybe the heavens finally decided to answer those prayers he prayed when he was just a little boy...?

He took it as a good sigh and smiled. 

"Jae Hyun..."

"Uh...um, yes?"

Eun Ji didn't tell the nurse her name but guessed he would have gotten it from the book where her details had been recorded and she was even a bit freaked out due to how he was staring at her. 

Surprisingly, the man even did something even more shocking!

He brought his hand to rest on Eun Ji's head and caressed it in a rather loving manner.

"Eh...sir, what are you doing?" Eun Ji asked with red cheeks. Was he crazy? Rubbing his hand over her head in such an adorable manner. 

She got even more frightened when the man chuckled at her mortified expression. 

Was she a cat? Why was he ruffling her that way?

"Don't worry. From now on you will be my little brother!" He declared with fierce eyes. 

Eun Ji almost choked on her breath and one hand flew up to cover her mouth. She looked at the man properly, only truthfully noting his features for the first time. 

His brown hair was neatly trimmed low to two inches and his brown eyes hasn't stopped twinkling, as if they were sharing a common joke. 

"What do you mean sir?"

"Don't call me sir anymore. I am your brother from now on. Call me Sunbae. No one will bully you anymore." He gave her a small smile. Then he dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out his phone.

"What's your number? Type it here and I'll be able to call you often."

Everything still felt weird to Eun Ji but she still typed her phone number and licked her lips. Then the elevator pinged and opened. 

Patrick walked slowly beside his new brother till they were out of the clinic. 

"Go now little brother. I will call you later in the day to know how you are faring, okay?"

"Okay." Eun Ji nodded and smiled. Nurse Pat nudged his chin towards the path that led to the headquarters and chuckled as Eun Ji walked away. 

His eyes hardened. 

He decided that he would have to check on the boy regularly. If that superstar decided to constantly act like such a jerk towards the boy he adored, then he wasn't going to spare him. 

Eun Ji got to the house ten minutes later and quickly decided to take her bath since Ji Woo was almost set to leave. She kept looking down as the events from earlier replayed in her head. The nurse didn't know she was a female...but his thoughtfulness shocked her. 

Everything was still quite confusing but Eun Ji couldn't help her smile. Now she had a big brother willing to protect her.

But did that nurse think she was been bullied? Well, Jung Ho sure acted like a bully but she could take care of herself. Still, she had given Patrick her phone number and he had even requested her to save it with 'Sunbae Pat' which was equivalent to 'big bro Pat' or 'senior Pat'. 

Eun Ji shrugged and prepared her clothes for the dining. She took her time with everything and didn't try to rush, following her new 'big brother's' words. 

Since she was injured, Uncle Sam would understand and pardon her for coming late on their first breakfast with the Wallflower boys. But she was surprised when she raised her head up and caught the sight of the figure at the door entrance. 

"Why haven't you left?" She frowned. 

"I've prepared the bath for you. And I know you will need help, so I was gracious enough to consider bathing you..." Ji Woo smiled and pointed at himself. 

Eun Ji, who had been preparing herself to sit on the chair instantly stiffened and fell on the chair rather unceremoniously.  She felt the sharp sting on her knees but couldn't pay attention to them because of the shock her body just got. 

What?!

Her eyes widened at Ji Woo's words. He wanted to help her undress, meaning he would get to see her naked if he did...

Ji Woo was still smiling. He didn't notice anything wrong with what he said so he quickly helped the boy who had just ungracefully fell on the chair to sit properly.

"Aigoo, you are really so clumsy... Are you not using the crutches now? Then why are you still like this?"

He took the crutches and carefully placed them on the edge beside her. Eun Ji took a gulp, anxious at his sudden proximity.

"I..there's no need to help me." She shook her head frantically.

"Of course there is. What kind of a roommie and group member will I be if I can't help you in this vulnerable state?" 

"V-vulnerable?!" Eun Ji stuttered, unable to keep it in. 

She couldn't believe her ears!

The Gui boys have been together for so many years and now want to accept newbies into the boy-band. Jung Ho, the band leader is ruthless and known for seeking perfection and pushing people's limits. 

Especially when you test him. And a little minx who thinks he is adorable and can get away with everything keeps testing him! The ruthless Jung Ho promises to make the boy's life a living hell!

When Eun Ji, a tomboy from Seoul hears about the Wallflower boys audition, fate plays it's funny way and Eun Ji finds herself in the headquarters along with several men. 

All through this time, she is disguised as a man and wars in a battle to be among the top 5 qualified to rank as a member of Wallflower boys 2.

The only obstacle on her path now is that this opportunity is only open for boys!

Will Eun Ji survive in that house full of men and scheming individuals or will she get exposed while trying?!

“So, what do you think?  Are they together or not?”  Patrick kept pacing around his office.
Michael Chen has been with Golden Neptune for four years, working as an analyst.  When Patrick assumed the position of Deputy CEO before his marriage to Emily, he went through all the personnel files and chose Michael to be his assistant or chief of staff.  The position has many perks, and though he could never really tell what his boss was thinking and what Patrick would require him to do next, it has made the work exciting as every day would be entirely different from the day before.  Michael could be having dinner in Singapore and breakfast in Adelaide the next day.  Michael loved the adventure and liked working for Patrick.  Patrick was a brilliant and considerate boss, an open thinker, and fearless in making financial assumptions which always seem to go in his favor, except when he starts talking about this Cyd Lina.  
When Michael went to see Cyd in her office, he was surprised to find her unassuming and direct to the point.  The lady was no shrinking violet.  He was taken aback by her directness and being wary at the same time.  He cannot seem to understand Patrick's fixation on his ex-girlfriend and would have welcomed an opportunity to get to know Cyd a little better, but if he valued his job, he knew better than to pursue such a thought.
"Well, I don't know, Patrick.  If they’re together, then they're doing a great job of keeping it from everybody as I've not even seen them exchange pleasantries or even discuss work-related things.  I understand that Cyd is also assisting Ben from time to time, but they avoid each other like the plague. So, to answer your question, no, I’m not sure if those two are together or not."
“She does not seem to me like a woman with a lover but rather a woman in pain,” Patrick mused.  "She kissed me passionately, and yet, she felt colder than the winds of Ulan Bator.”
“Boss, I doubt that she was trying to rekindle your yesterdays with the kiss.  At the very least, I believe she’s trying to tell you that she’s doing fine without you.”
Patrick glared at Michael, who held up both hands in surrender.  Patrick went back to pacing around.
“The numbers are not adding up, and I can't put a finger into it.  Something’s not what it seems, and I want to know what."
Patrick stared out of the window, deep in his thoughts.
“I wonder if she’s really with him.  And if so, is he making her happy?”  He asked aloud.
-----
“Yes, I’m very happy!  Thank you so much!”  Cyd was looking at her newly upgraded computer and monitor. “I love everything about it!”
“I think we’re done here.  Try it, and in case you have any queries, give me a call.  I'll come back and take a look at it,” Wong Keng Seng, the firm's part-time IT technician and proprietor of a computer shop, said confidently.
“Can’t wait to try it.  I love the bigger monitor!”
Keng Seng stood back and looked approvingly at the newly set up computer, then turned to Cyd.
“Ahm, Cyd, you remember that I did ask you a couple of weeks ago if you would like to go out and have dinner with me?”  Keng Seng asked.
“Y-yes.  I remember telling you that I would like to go out with you.  You told me to wait?  Right?”  
Keng Seng nodded nervously.
“If you’re not doing anything this Saturday evening, then maybe we can go and have something to eat.  Nothing fancy but just something nice that we can share.”
“Okay, should I meet you somewhere then?”  Cyd asked.
“No, if you’ll give me your address, I’ll come and pick you up at 6:30 pm.”
“Okay!  I’ll text you my address and see you on Saturday evening then.”
Cyd looked at Keng Seng as he walked away and sighed.  Going out to dinner with a new admirer is the last thing that she would want to do these days but found it a little difficult to say no to this nice young man.
-----
“So, if you don’t feel like going out to eat or watching a movie, tell me, what is it that you would like us to do together?  Because it feels like I’m living with a completely different person. You've been like this since we came back from Busan, and believe me,  you’re wearing my understanding and patience very thinly,” Jin Hee told Ben in exasperation.
"I… I'm not sure what's wrong with me?  Maybe I do, but I know that this is something that will pass in time.  I’m just asking that you be patient with me.  I'm just going through some things, which isn’t the first time, you know that—pressures of work.  Please, Jin Hee, bear with me.  I'm working through this, and I know that we will get through this,” Ben said pleadingly.
Ben went and placed his arms around his wife and slowly rocked her back and forth.
“You're right. I'm selfish and inconsiderate.   So, you want to go out and have dinner?  Say, this Saturday?  I'm playing golf in the afternoon, but we can catch something after that, around 7 pm.  Would you like that?”
Jin Hee placed her arms around her husband’s waist and nodded, feeling that her questions have remained unanswered.
Ben's mind went to the scene he saw that night at the polo club, where he saw Patrick and Cyd kissing passionately in a very public place.  If he had any doubts at all about what Cyd told him that she has agreed to stay by Patrick’s side, it has all evaporated into thin air after he saw them together.  He hated himself for being at that place that night, hated himself for caring and getting so affected.
In all of his almost thirty-one years of existence, this was the first time that Ben was faced with the dilemma of wanting something that he cannot have, must not have.  His feelings for this woman have slowly grown through weeks of knowing and working with her.  Ben, in a weird way, understood why Patrick decided to keep her by his side.
‘I have to try harder and let her go.   She has decided to stay with him.  The least that I could do is let her be,’ Ben thought to himself and forcibly closed his eyes.
-----
Cyd was not surprised that Keng Seng arrived at her place precisely on time.  What she found surprising, though, was that Keng Seng brought his pickup truck to take her out to dinner.  The truck has seen better days as it was used for deliveries and ferrying his men around.  She wore a lovely simple white dress as she did not want to come across as over or under-dressed.   The last thing she wanted to do was send the wrong message to her date, so she decided to dress simply.  She also decided that she was going to enjoy the evening as much as possible.   Judging by the vehicle, she guessed that they were going to an ordinary restaurant, which was fine with her.
So, when the truck pulled into the parking lot of the Emperor’s Court building, one of the best Chinese restaurants in the country, Cyd stared widely at the place and her dinner date.  Keng Seng stepped out of the truck, went around to her side, and opened the door for her.  The gesture amused Cyd a lot.  They went to the second floor, where the main dining hall was located.  Cyd was surprised that Keng Seng had made reservations for the two of them.  
The restaurant was not full as it was still early.  It usually starts to fill up around 8 pm onwards, but Cyd liked the not-so-busy ambiance of the place as it makes conversations possible.  
Cyd noticed that Keng Seng did not request a copy of their menu but shortly after being seated, they were served with appetizers of Prawn Sui Mai and Chicken Dumplings.   Right after that, a steaming crab meat sweet corn soup followed.  Their main course consisted of five different dishes, including Sichuan lobster and seafood chili garlic noodles.
Cyd was overwhelmed with the length that Keng Seng went to impress her that evening.  No wonder it took him weeks to confirm his invitation as it must have cost him a lot to cover for the food and preparations for the evening.
-----
Ben and Jin Hee walked into the Emperor's Court at around 7:30 pm and were relieved when they were shown to an available table as any later, and they may have had to wait to be seated.   Ben looked around the place as he customarily does to check if there were business associates or clients in the area that he needs to say hello to.  It was then that he saw Cyd and another guy who looked very familiar to him.  Then he remembered him as the owner of a computer shop where their firm orders most of their software and hardware requirements – Wong Keng Seng.  They looked to be enjoying themselves, and Keng Seng had no eyes for anyone other than the lady in front of him.
Ben pointed them to Jin Hee, and together they went to Keng Seng’s table to say hello.
“Fancy meeting the two of you here,” Ben greeted them. 
Cyd looked up and almost choked on her food while Keng Seng smiled widely, stood up, and shook hands with Ben and Jin Hee.
"This is a personal meeting, no sharing of trade secrets here, Mr. Ben!"  Keng Seng laughed.  "Been trying to get this lady to say yes, and finally she did!"
Cyd started coughing, excused herself, and went to the restroom while Ben bowed his head and smiled knowingly.

This is the story of Cyd, a young Filipino woman in her mid-twenties, who will travel to an Islamic sultanate and work as an assistant to the senior partner of the country’s biggest law firm.   Finding love is not in her list of priorities as she wants to enjoy her youth, friends, and opportunities.  But fate seems to have a different plan for her as she begins to meet interesting people and situations.   

Cyd will find herself in the company of a man whose heart is set on another man, pursued relentlessly by a troubled young billionaire, and fall in love with a man who she can only have in her dreams.  Her ordinary life will be thrown in the roller coaster of emotions, lies, and a love that will start in her dreams and refuse to stop long after she opens her eyes.

Is Cyd headed for an ill-fated romance or is her story about an unconditional love at its finest?

Suggested age range 13+.

A Certain Perchance is created by Elsa Flora, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Author.

Friday, 24th of April 2021. Airport. 1640 Hours. Task Force Omega. Clara, Lynn, and Patrick.
The airport security checked Patrick and the others' ID and let them pass to the hangar. Their destination was Hangar 33, the same hangar that was owned by U.S Air Force. 
Patrick drove fast enough that he almost overtook a plane that was taking off. It didn't take long until Patrick arrived at that hangar. The hangar was empty, there wasn't anyone there with the exception of a jet. The jet was Bombardier Global 8000, Herring's private jet.
"One day, I want to work with CIA if this is one of the perks working with them," Patrick said as he parked the car beside the jet.
They got out of the car and despawned the car. They entered the private jet and looked at the interior of that jet. The interior felt very expensive with all of the white leathers and other kinds of stuff like a champagne glass with CIA logo on the screen of the TV.
"Well, I'll start the pre-flight process. You guys just enjoy yourself," Patrick said as he headed for the cockpit. The girls were astounded for the luxury interior of the jet.
Clara sat down on one of the leather sofas. Lynn sat down right beside her and grabbed a remote of the television. She turned the television on and they watched a movie on that TV.
Meanwhile, Patrick was fiddling with the APU of the jet to turn the engines of the jet on. He flipped a few switches and the engines of the jet started spinning. Patrick radioed the ground of the airport.
Patrick: "**** ground, Good morning, FL 5684."
Ground Control: "FL 5684, go ahead."
Patrick: "**** ground, FL 5684 on hangar 33, with information Zulu, requesting V-F-R flight to 2-9-0 with the altitude of 15,000 meters."
Ground control: "FL 5684, cleared to taxi runway 24."
The plane moved slowly along the taxiway to the runway of that airport. It took him twenty minutes to reach the airport.
Patrick: "**** tower, FL 5684 on taxiway Lima-Niner-Six-Seven. Requesting take off at runway 24."
Tower: "FL 5684. Cleared to takeoff at runway 24 right."
The plane turned in the right direction and Patrick immediately pushed the throttle of the plane forward. The jet gained speed slowly. It started from zero and climbed to 200 knots.
"V-1" Patrick pulled the stick of the jet and started gaining altitude, "Rotate." The plane took off from the international airport and started its journey to an air force base in Maryland, Langley AFB.
It was going to take them a while since they have to do a refueling in Russia since the bombardier couldn't travel that far. Still, it's going to be comfortable since the bombardier was a very comfortable jet.
Patrick set the flight computer in the direction of 3-5-7 to directly fly to China. After that, all he had to do was to wait until the air traffic controller gave him a request to change direction.
Friday, 24th of April 2021. South China Sea. 2040 Hours. Task Force Omega. Clara, Lynn, and Patrick.
Patrick stood up from the pilot seat, the sky was bright as far as eyes could see. He went to the back and saw that the girls were watching movies. Patrick sat down with a headphone on his ears so he could hear any change that was requested from the ATC.
"So... Why did Herring invite you to America?" Patrick asked Lynn.
"For something, do you really want to know?" Lynn asked.
"Of course, even I want to ask why Clara is invited," Patrick said since he didn't see any point at inviting Clara.
"I need WSO, do you get it?" Lynn smiled as she sipped on a glass of champagne.
"WSO? Don't tell me this is a fighter jet," Patrick opened his mouth widely.
"Of course it's a fighter jet, duh, why did you think that I go to America?" Lynn asked.
"Let me guess, it's either F/A-18 or F-15. Shit, don't tell me Herring gave you an F-15 with a discounted price," Patrick said.
"F-15EX, yes, that jet. That's great right? It's only for thirty million dollars which I have right now," Lynn said, but Patrick thought for a moment.
If there was a discount for PMC, Lynn only had to pay 10% of the actual price. In short, the jet itself only cost her around three million US dollars.
"Holy, you get your own jet for three million dollars. Bite me," Patrick said.
"How much did you pay the FSB for that Sukhoi?" Clara asked since it was impossible for Patrick to have eighty million dollars for a Su-35S.
"One million," Patrick smiled smugly.
"What???" Clara was more shocked.
"Well, the nuke was very valuable to them so I wasn't that surprised," Patrick said as he went back to the pilot seat since he had to lower his altitude to avoid a crash.
Patrick: "This is FL 5684, Altitude changed to 14,000 meters, and direction is changed to 3-2-8. Requesting permission to enter China airspace"
ATC: "Permission granted. Welcome to China."
Patrick went to the back again after he changed the direction of his airplane. The girls were still watching movies. It had been four hours on the flight. Patrick hadn't been too tired yet, but he was very bored since the view of the dark sky wasn't that interesting at all for him.
"I'm bored. Anyone has any idea what do we have to play?" Patrick asked as he looked at the movies that the girls watched.
The movie was Sicario, it was a movie about someone that hunted down a drug cartel with the help of the CIA and FBI. It was a good movie, especially when you did the same job as the MC on that movie.
"Can any of you give me coffee or something?" Patrick asked.
"Sure, I'll gladly make one for you," Lynn said.
"On second thought, I make a better coffee myself, take control for a while," Patrick gave Lynn his headphone and he went to the back to make coffee.


CIA. FSB. How can I be involved in all of this?

How can anything happen so sudden?

Is everything has a secret meaning nowadays?

Does the government always hiding something from us?

Everything went from dealing with street thugs to dealing with a conflict between the CIA and FSB. 

The clock is ticking. Got to find that nuke fast.
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This book contains a lot of technical terms.

Mia 

 
 

James was nowhere in sight when I opened my eyes the next morning, and I knew he must have gone off to his office to work. Still a little dazed from last night’s passionate sex, I sat up and pulled my knees against me, resting my chin on the top. 

 “James,” I murmured. 

 Last night, he had taken me twice. Or rather, he let me take him. Then after that, it had been his turn, me writhing beneath him as he devoured me to his heart’s content there on the sofa. Then, of course, he led me to stand by the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city of Las Vegas. The sight of the glittering city had been amazing, a wonderful view to behold indeed. Then when he took me there… 

 The thought of that ferocious sex made me quiver deliciously. I had been insane last night, naked and pressed against the window, fully exposed to the glistening city beyond, James behind me, pounding into me. It was something completely new to me, and indeed, it was something that thrilled me to the core at the same time. Why? I didn’t know, and I didn’t bother to question it. James made me feel that way, and to me, that was awesomely exciting, and I loved it. 

 Another thought of James struck me then, and I sighed. The look he’d given me after our first intercourse last night. Oh, I could sense the tension in his body and the dark look in his eyes, as if something unexpected had struck him. It was as though he had figured something out that he didn’t quite like, and to be honest, it didn’t sit well with me. 

 Was he now regretting our unconventional relationship? Was he just now realizing he didn’t like me as much as he had thought after all? Or that sex with me was now tiresome? But then again, what about that wild sex by the window after I’d ridden him, when he was the one in control? It was hard-core and… 

 I shook my head and quickly got out of bed. I decided there and then that trying to understand James was useless. It was like trying to squeeze blood out of a rock. James held his emotions too close to the chest. 

 Me, on the other hand, I was more like an open book. I was pretty sure James could easily read my sentiments through my expressions. Maybe it was because I was too desperate to get close to him, too, wanting to know more about him, about his feelings. Perhaps that was why I was frustrated? 

 I dismissed the thoughts of James from my mind and headed into the bathroom. There, I cleaned myself up and got dressed in another cute dress James had bought for me. This one was a sunny yellow floral, and it fit me perfectly. 

 Once I was ready, I ordered some breakfast. As I waited, I tidied up the room a little. Of course, I knew there was a housekeeper who came to clean and tidy the whole place daily, but I couldn’t help myself. It was something I could do to keep busy while I waited for breakfast to arrive. I could have just gone downstairs to the restaurant to have the morning buffet too, but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone with so many people around me when most were tourists and businessmen. 

 Breakfast arrived about fifteen minutes later, and after I had the wonderful sustenance, I headed out. Down in the foyer, I saw Patrick waiting for me. Once he had spotted me, he greeted me with a “Good morning, Miss Donovan,” combined with a big, broad smile plastered on his face. 

 I knew off the bat that today he’d be acting as both bodyguard and chauffeur once again. I had no other place I was interested in visiting except the hospital to see Andy, so he shouldn’t worry too much about my being targeted and kidnapped. 

 “Good morning, Patrick.” I returned the greeting. “How are you?” 

 “Excellent, Miss Donovan,” he said brightly. “Now where would you like to go today?” He chuckled. “Ah, I’m guessing the hospital.” 

 He was right, and I nodded in confirmation. “Yes, that’s right.” I grinned widely. “How did you know?” I teased. 

 “I’m psychic today,” he said playfully, leading me toward the door. 

 Psychic, huh? I thought in awe. God, I wish I had psychic abilities just so I could read James’ mind. I desperately wanted to find out what his thoughts about me were, how and what he felt about me. 

 “And what will you be tomorrow?” I asked, curious. 

 He shrugged. “Maybe I can do telekinesis tomorrow.” He chuckled. 

 “That sounds awesome, Patrick,” I said, and he laughed. 

 We were just about to get into the car when a manly voice said close to me, “I’ll take over from here, Patrick.” 

 I twisted around so fast my head spun. Once I was sure I wouldn’t fall flat on my face due to my unexpected surprise and my sudden, not-so-elegant swirl, I stared up at James, who was merely inches behind me, smiling at me. 

 “Good morning, sunshine,” he greeted. “I was in a bit of a hurry this morning.” He leaned to me and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. “I forgot to tell you I’d be your chauffeur for today.” 

 I was struck speechless by this handsome billionaire’s action. He had just kissed me in public. He’d just surprised me with his sudden appearance, and I felt like I was walking on cloud nine. 

 Tears stung my eyes with these wonderful, overwhelming emotions as I tried to hold them in. 

 “Good morning,” I managed, my heart racing and thumping furiously within my chest. I felt my cheeks flush red as my body quivered delightfully. 

 God, just to see his handsome face and hear his voice was enough to drive me mad and make me smile with glee. 

 James walked around the car to the driver’s side and took the keys from Patrick. 

 “Sir,” the bodyguard said. 

 James nodded and unlocked the door as Patrick headed back into the hotel. He even winked at me before disappearing from my sight. 

 Were bodyguards supposed to be that friendly with their boss’ mistress? I didn’t know, but I was glad he was. He made me feel at ease, and more importantly, he didn’t make me feel like a bitch who slept with a billionaire in exchange for a comfortable lifestyle and money, which I refused to think I was. Patrick made me feel like I was simply James’ girlfriend, someone he liked and respected, and that was awesome to me. 

 James turned to me and said, “Get in,” jolting me out of my thoughts. 

 I nodded and eagerly did as instructed. Once I was in my seat comfortably and had my seat belt in place, James drove out. 

 We were both quiet on our way to the hospital. It was a comfortable type of silence, as though each of us were in our own thoughts and we didn’t mind it that way. It was a sort of companionable silence. Of course, I had no idea what James was thinking about or if he was thinking about anything at all. For me, however, my mind was always either on James or my brother. 

 When we arrived at the hospital, James had to excuse himself because he had an urgent call coming in. I had no doubt it was something to do with his work. 

 “It’s okay,” I said, staring at the phone in his hand, ringing insistently, demanding him to pick up immediately. “Take your time. I’ll go up to see Andy first.” 

 He nodded, and I left him to take the call. 

 Being a billionaire was hard, wasn’t it? Work at every hour of the day and every day of the week. Of course, there were perks such as shitloads of money coming in, power, and influence. Something like that, however, wasn’t for me. First off, I’d be too soft emotionally when dealing with business. I knew this type of thing suited James perfectly well. He basked in his work, his influence and power. It made him happy, and I, in turn, was pleased for him. But his profession…the things he had to deal with…they were dangerous. 

 I dismissed the thoughts of James and his work from my mind and headed over to the elevator. After pressing the eighth-floor button, my mind switched to Andy. I wondered how he was getting on. When would they discharge him? And what would happen after that? Would he want me to stay around and look after him for a while? What about accommodation arrangements? Would he continue to stay with Matt in the hotel suite? I wasn’t sure, and God, I needed to find out. Once again, I wondered how long James would be staying here in Las Vegas before returning to Los Angeles, because technically, this affected me as well. 

 The elevator door dinged open, and I walked out, heading straight to the reception area. As per usual, the doctors and nurses on shift were busy with their work, and I admired them for that. Then I wondered suddenly what they would think of me as a mistress to a handsome billionaire. I mean, they were healthcare professionals in the modern world after all. Who would have believed things like my being a mistress to a billionaire actually existed in this day and age? Certainly, things like that existed in the olden days, where wealthy men had mistresses, not just one, but many. 

 I shook my head, knowing full well how weird my circumstances were, and headed straight to my brother’s room. 

 As I got closer, something struck me as odd, and I paused in my tracks. Where are the guards? The place was wide open for an attack, for God’s sake. What was going on? 

 Panic seized me, and my thoughts were quick toward the possibility of danger where my brother’s life was concerned. Had the Mexican or the Albanian found out Andy was here? Had they taken out the bodyguards, killing them and disposing of them, and then taken Andy with them in order to threaten James and Matt for another deal? Or could it be revenge? 

 I rushed forward, my heart racing and my mind in a jumbled mess. 

 Andy, please be all right. Please just let it be all in my imagination.

Dark. Powerful. Dangerous.
James Maxwell is one of the billionaire elites who rule Las Vegas City with an iron fist.

You’re definitely worth two million, Mia. Think about it. Two million. Five years. Your brother will go free. It’s a contract.

Those are the words of the gorgeous billionaire James Maxwell, the man who makes my heart race and my body tremble with longing. I want to refuse his proposal, but how can I? My brother owes him two million, and as dirt poor as we are, there’s no way we can find that much money to repay him. What’s worse, I think I’m falling in love with the man who thinks I’m just his mistress.

My name is Mia Donovan, a twenty-two-year-old, small-town girl working as a kitchen hand to make ends meet. My world is changing—both for the better and worse. James Maxwell, a gorgeous billionaire with beautiful Prussian-blue eyes, is the man behind this. He makes my heart flutter and my knees shake. When he kisses me, my world melts into a pool of exotic sensations. But his world is dark and dangerous, and being with him is a risk both to my life and my sanity.

This is our story.

They all settled onto the bed, reminded that it would be the last time.
"You guys, this is so sad," Remy said. "The four of us will never watch a movie on this bed again."
Emmitt commented, "Yeah, it'll be real sad when there's a lot more room on the bed."
"But it won't be this bed," Remy whined.
"Literally every bed throughout campus is the same," Landon pointed out, taking Emmitt's side. "The only thing that changes about them is the words that are carved into the frames."
"Exactly! I'll never again see the drawing of a dick that someone from years past carved into this one. Like, sure, almost every bed has a dick carved into it, but this one had character."
"Okay, I'm sold," Emmitt said. "This is super sad. We should all kiss the dick in honor."
"No, I'm not doing that."
"That would be very unsanitary."
"Uh uh. No, thanks."
He scoffed, "Fine. I'll just kiss it for all of you."
Remy grabbed his shoulder. "For your health, I'm going to ask that you don't do that, please."
"Jealous?" He raised his eyebrows up and down.
"Of a penis carved into a bed frame?"
"You're upset that I'll be kissing it instead of you."
"Oh. Yes. Totally. You figured me out. Dang it."
He smiled, then pressed his lips to the frame.
"Ew!"
"Do you know how many people have probably touched that?"
"That's pretty nasty."
He clapped his hands together, "Now that the dick-kissing has commenced, let us watch Renee's stupid movie."
"Yeah, that insult doesn't mean as much after I witnessed what you just did," Renee said. "You've lost all rights to be allowed to criticize anything ever."
Emmitt shrugged, "That makes sense. Now go on and play your little movie."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "I will," she sassed.
As they watched the movie, each of them was constantly aware of the waning time they had left with Renee. Landon held her hand the whole time, wondering when he'd see her next and what this change might do to their relationship.
When it was over, the time was only about 8 PM.
"So what do we do now?" Renee asked.
"How about a car ride?" Landon suggested. "We could drive around the city, make last-minute memories, do something cliche that you see in movies."
"Ooh, we could find a tunnel and stand up as we go through it like in The Perks of Being a Wallflower," Emmitt said. "Oh, wait. My car doesn't have a little roof hatch or a truck bed to stand up in." He pouted. "Damn. The whole plan's ruined."
"I'm so sorry you can't live out your dreams," Remy said snarkily.
Ignoring them and just focusing on Landon, Renee said, "That sounds nice. I'd really like that."
"Go get your keys, bitch," Landon told Emmitt.
"Maybe I'd be more inclined to get them if you didn't call me a bitch."
"Getcha car... and bring it around front, peasant."
"That's better," Emmitt said, standing up and heading for the door. "Come along, Rem-Rem. You're riding shotgun."
Remy could tell that Landon wanted a moment alone with Renee, so he followed Emmitt out the door.
As soon as they were alone, Landon asked, "So what does all this mean for us?"
Renee shook her head, "I honestly have no clue."
"I guess that means we're doing the whole long-distance thing, then."
"Landon... you know that never works. And I can't just hold you back while you could be meeting lots of other girls. You've only dated like, two people your whole life. And I don't want to stop you from seeing who else is out there." Her voice begins to break. "There are better people than me for you to date."
"You're breaking up with me? After everything we've been through, we can't make it work?"
"That's not what I'm saying. I love you, and I'm sure I always will, but we can't maintain our relationship when we're going to be so far apart."
"You don't even want to try?"
He expected her to explain herself, but she just shook her head, tired of using words, tired of explaining things, tired of trying. "I can't be a good girlfriend to you right now. Maybe we'll get back together someday, but I have to be alone right now. Do you hate me?"
"I could never hate you, and if you think this is what's best, then I'll just have to get over losing you. Just promise me we'll still talk, that we'll still be friends."
"Of course," she nodded. "We should go. Emmitt's probably got the car by now. For the time we have left, let's just enjoy it. Don't think about what comes after."
"Okay," he said, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek, well aware that it could be the last one they would share. "I love you, Renee."
"I love you, too."

At a festival, 18-year-old Remy overhears a very private conversation. He listens as two people talk about killing another person. He is compelled to follow them and witnesses as a boy about his age murders another teenager. But was this taking of another's life justified? Remy soon finds that he is unable to separate himself from these people and must get closer to this boy in order to find out what brought him into a situation where he needed to kill someone.

Warning: There are mentions of sexual assault throughout this book. The actual act is not explicitly described, but if you are sensitive to that kind of thing, you might want to skip this book.

Cleo lied on the floor, soaked with blood and sweat. His face was stomped in, while the outline of a shoe was clearly visible. 

Kiba rubbed the heel of his shoe on Cleo's bloodied chest.

"Argh," Cleo whimpered with pain. He looked at Kiba like he was a monster reincarnated in the guise of a human.

He couldn't believe how weak he was in front of him. He didn't even felt what happened now was a battle, it was more like a play between an adult and a child. The outcome for such a play was decided from the start.

"Don't look at me like that," Kiba retraced his leg, "Only you are to be blamed for your current state."

Kiba waved his hand and a gust of wind passed through the room. The wind obliterated the remaining pieces of vines and plants. 

There was no damage inside the room even with the attack of turbulent currents from before. Kiba has prevented destruction by using his strength effectively.

He sat down on the corner of the bed with his eyes on Cleo. 

"Why do you care about her?" Cleo gritted his teeth and asked. No matter how much he tried to form a connection between Felicity and Kiba, he couldn't establish any link. 

He knew his sister and was sure she wasn't the least bit interested in topics like the opposite sex. Nor he believed Kiba was a man who cared about the well being of a random stranger.

So why exactly would Kiba go to such extent for her?!

"I'm the one to ask questions," Kiba raised the index finger of his right hand.

Ssss

Cleo felt his body moving away from the floor. In no time, he was floating in front of Kiba. 

"Just why did you tried to kill her?" Kiba asked. 

"She...is trying to take what is rightfully mine," Cleo answered with hatred. 

"What?" Kiba was sure Felicity wasn't the type to steal from anyone much less her own brother. 

"A jewel from Everlasting Crown," Cleo answered...

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*

Six years ago~ 

The Holy City, State of Avalon.

Inside a lavish room.

Cleo sat beside his father Patrick. In front of them, a middle-aged woman observed a green jewel.

The jewel was the size of an eye of a pigeon. Green ripples radiated out from the jewel.

"Patrick, this jewel should form a part of Everlasting Crown," The middle-aged woman said after some time. 

"Lady Hana, are you sure?!" Patrick asked excitedly.  

"Yes," Hana nodded her head, "You have terrific luck to have such treasure."

Patrick's eyes glinted with excitement at the confirmation. Decades ago, his ancestor has found this jewel during some exploration. For reasons unknown to him, the jewel was placed in a storeroom like it was some junk. 

Recently, after being elevated to the position of a senator, he learned secrets which he wasn't privy to earlier. This was why he brought the jewel to Hana to confirm his suspicions.

"Do you wish to offer it to my Eleanor Family?" Hana asked with no emotions. 

"I..Of course, I want to," Patrick agreed though there was hesitation on his face. 

He was obviously aware the aristocratic families wouldn't let go of him if they learned of this treasure's existence. He also knew that even if he took the help of scientists or officers from the government, it won't remain a secret from the ruling families of the government.

But yet he decided to come here. It was because he believed out of the nine families, Eleanor was the sincerest. Even if they took away this treasure, they would pay him.

The main reason he chose this option was that he has no idea on how to use the jewel.

"A very wise decision. You would be forever backed in Senate along with never-ending financial assistance, " Hana snapped her finger and the jewel disappeared, "I also guarantee in the name of my Lord that your contributions would remain a secret."

Patrick didn't say anything but silently listened. The benefits so far didn't excite him as much as he thought.

"Furthermore, at an appropriate time, a member of your bloodline can join my family," Hana put a hand on her chest, "And lastly, if we get any success from this treasure, we will not forget you. That's a promise of the family."


"Thank you," Patrick bowed down. 

*
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"I don't get it," Kiba was confused, "How is Felicity stealing anything from you?"

From what he could judge based on Cleo's explanation, his father gave the jewel to an aristocratic family. So how was Felicity involved in this?

"It is because of her that father never recommended my name to Eleanor family," Cleo answered with his voice filled with malice, "He never told me but I'm sure he is caught between two choices."

"That's some fucked up logic," Kiba's eyes turned cold, "You mentioned an appropriate time so how can you be sure your father isn't waiting for that time to arrive?"

"I---"

"Not to mention, you know Felicity's personality so you should be aware she would never take this opportunity away from you," Kiba cut in between, "You had six years but you suddenly decided to kill her now? Do I look like a fool to you?"

CRACKLE~!

Before Cleo could speak, he felt the bones inside him cracking under a strange pressure. 

"Give me the full truth," Kiba said. 

"T-the revolutionaries have a method to get back the jewel by using my bloodline," Cleo said in a low voice, "I wanted to get rid of father and Felicity so that the revolutionaries couldn't use anyone else."

"And the main reason?" Kiba felt this excuse was invalid like the previous one. 

 As for this Everlasting Crown, he has no interest in it. Nor he cared for reasons to how the jewel was linked with Weisz bloodline. 

"The mayoral elections are coming," Cleo gulped down and answered honestly, "Their death would fuel my campaign."

"Just for this, you are killing your sister?!" Kiba's voice turned cold. 

Swoosh~!

Turbulent energy waves radiated out of his body. The floor cracked apart and the tiles hovered in the air before dissipating into dust.

"You are insane to scheme everything for such a stupid reason," Kiba tried his best to not kill Cleo.

"Haha, You called my reasoning stupid?!" Cleo was incensed by Kiba's remark, " It is you who is far too stupid to understand."

"Understand what exactly?" 

"The slavery system!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Kiba asked.

"The most efficient way of slavery is to never let the slaves know they are slaves! Our governing system is based on this very concept!" Cleo explained loudly, "There is no freedom from slavery for anyone, but there is a way to have special perks! It is by climbing the ranks! 

"The system gives this option to everyone to ensure its longevity. But only a handful few can actually climb to the top! 

"In our present times, this system is known as democracy. The world council allows people outside the nine families to rise through elections. 

"And only a rabble-rouser can win the political power! The masses are ignorant and fools, they easily get fooled by any sob story!

"Tell them you have a poor or tragic background, and you would be showered with votes! Facts never matter! Everything is just a matter of perception!"

Cleo knew he wasn't a strong mutant nor he was blessed with talent like his sister, so he wanted to rise to power through politics. 

In the present era, the mutants carried the supreme power but politicians have their own authority and influence. After all, even the strongest of mutant couldn't face a colossal organization like World Government alone.

Cleo planned to rise to ranks in government while collaborating with revolutionaries. In the process, he wanted to take away the jewel and strengthen his own ability. 

"The people in Delta City are rooting for me after learning Felicity is paraplegic! Imagine how easily I would win if she died!" Cleo's expression was filled with lust for power, "I just needed some sympathy wave!"

Kiba disappeared from the bed and teleported in front of Cleo. His fist struck towards Cleo.

BANG!

Cleo's back bent out as he collided with a wall behind. 

"Sympathy wave?" Kiba raised his foot before ferociously stomping down on Cleo. 

"AHH!" Cleo opened his mouth and coughed up blood mixed with broken teeth. 

"Felicity was correct," Kiba glanced at Cleo with hatred, "Politics is an eternal loop without any end."

Cleo's eyes turned wide in disbelief at the familiar words.

"She told you that she has no interest in it," Kiba grabbed Cleo by his neck, "But just like you said, politics wouldn't stop pursuing her in one way or another."

"How do you know this conversation..." Cleo's pupils dilated as the realization hit him, "Impossible...you are Zed?!"

Cleo was sure only Zed was present when the conversation took place. He felt only this could explain the current behavior of Kiba. 

If not for Zed, who else would care about Felicity to such extent!?

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In the age of mutants and technology, everyone is after power and eternal life, but Kiba lives for his dreams of lust and vanity.

A man on a mission to live the life to the fullest. 

The tale of the legendary Wife Hunter whose very name terrifies husbands around the globe.

This is the story of the devil who does as his heart pleases, unafraid of the labels of good and evil.

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Fan synopsis:

Entangled in the schemes of two-faced government, a futuristic divided world, and a holy mission of his own, follow Kiba's journey of sins!

(Note: The starting 20 chapters are very short and slow paced. The main story starts from the 30s so please give it a try till then ^_^  You can rest assured the novel has a good plot besides the R-18 elements ^.^)

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