Compilation of poems reflecting the writer's actual emotion or feeling at the time the poem was written.

(All poems are mine and original. Pls. credit the quotes/lines/stanza/poem to me if you want it for reference. Thank you!)

Compilation of poems reflecting the writer's actual emotion or feeling at the time the poem was written.

(All poems are mine and original. Pls. credit the quotes/lines/stanza/poem to me if you want it for reference. Thank you!)

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A short story inspired by an old Chinese poem A Song of Yue Person and a history record dated back from around 500 BC,

This story in the historical record only consisted of a few lines. But the romance between the Yue girl who sang the song and Lord Ejun has been immortalized for more than two thousand years because of her poem.

A chivalrous adventure fiction based on romanticized historical events in  the Spring and Autum and The Warring States Era of ancient China. The story is written from the perspective of the immortal peoples - Ying, Xuanye and Yue Maiden,  who lived, experienced, and recorded the history. 

Book 1 :
Yue Maiden saved a fugitive prince from Chu State who fled from a rebellion. The unlikely romance happened between them, and for thirteen years they lived happily.   Her love story and poem are immortalized forever in history. 

Book 2:
The story is about Ying the immortal who helped King Goujian of Yue to conquer the Wu State and wiped it off the map forever.  A  story of a beautiful young girl who turned into a sword forger who took a vow to be a sword of justice. 

Book 3:
Xuanye - the handsome and righteous immortal who became an immortal during the rebellion that toppled the Western Zhou Dynasty. He then helped the legitimate ruler and friends to found the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and the Vassal State of Qin.

The interview question was out.

Everyone looked at Zhang Ye, wondering how he was to answer. He had to follow up on a tough poem that had previously gone in Chinese language textbooks, Wang Shuixin's most famous poem, "Everything".

Zhang Ye did not speak for a long while.

"Everything"? Why did it sound so familiar?

He was sure that he had heard this poem somewhere, but he could not remember it clearly. Hence, he said, "Can I have some water?"

"Yes." Wang Shuixin turned his head.

An interviewer threw a bottle of mineral water to Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye used the time to drink the water and opened his game ring and bought a "Memory Search Capsule". He closed his eyes, pretending to be in thought. In fact, he had swallowed the capsule while drinking water. He was searching the memories in his brain, and finally Zhang Ye opened his eyes. He had found his memory and had finally remembered why this poem sounded so familiar!

What the f**k!

Wasn't this Bei Dao's "Everything"!?

However, there were some slight differences!

For example in his world, Bei Dao had written, "Every fate is destined. Every cloud is fleeting. Every beginning is without an ending. Every search is brief." 

As for Wang Shuixin's poem, it was "Everything is fated. Everything is unreal. Everything has no end. Everything has no home to return to." It may look different, but the format and meaning were about the same. The core idea was similar. One of the lines, "Every faith comes with longing", was identical in both poems. There was not a single word different!

This world also had something similar to "Everything"?

However, there was no Bei Dao, but it was written by Wang Shuixin?

This was not surprising either. The two worlds’ cultural backgrounds weren't much different. The Four Great Classical Novels, such as Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin, still existed. Maybe it was because the Four Great Classical Novels had too strong of an effect ingrained in the country, so there was no way of changing it. So it was not modified by the game ring. Then it was pretty normal to have similar literature works from both worlds.  Of course, they were just similar. In Zhang Ye's world, Bei Dao was a very famous poet. In terms of text and profoundness, Zhang Ye clearly believed Bei Dao's "Everything" was much more excellent than Wang Shuixin's “Everything"!

This was the topic?

Zhang Ye laughed, for he could not control himself.

Bei Dao's "Everything" was considered quite famous, but the reason why Zhang Ye did not remember it to the point of needing to use the Memory Search Capsule to search his memories for it was because there was another poem that was more famous. It was written as a retort to Bei Dao's "Everything". It had completely negated Bei Dao's work, hence Zhang Ye and the people from his world had a deeper impression of that poem and had forgotten about Bei Dao's "Everything". Even if people from his world mentioned "Everything", it was to use it as a reference or backstory. It was as if "Everything" existed just to accentuate the other poem. Hence, no matter how well it was written, and had cried out the lives of people so perfectly, in front of that poem, "Everything" was just a supporting role, and considered a sidekick. It could only be hidden under a shade!

"Are you done?" a woman urged.

"Can you begin?" a young interviewer was also turning impatient.

Seeing that Zhang Ye did not speak for so long, Hu Fei guessed that Zhang Ye was unable to follow up. He sighed in his heart. Zhang Ye had low odds of success, and it would have been impossible for him to be accepted by the Leader. Wang Shuixin's attitude was very clear. Now, by not being able to answer the interview question, the chances of hiring him were close to nil. 

However, Hu Fei's love for talent was very deep. He was still trying his best to help Zhang Ye fight for it, "Director Wang. Little Zhang is still young, so no matter how much talent he has, he can't compare to you. This question is indeed quite difficult. Shall we change a topic and let Little Zhang have freedom to express a poem?"

"Brother Hu, " a female interviewer said, "then what's the point of an interview? Anyone can write something freely. That's not ability."

Wang Shuixin also lightly laughed, "Old Hu, to speak the truth, I want to test Little Zhang's creative ability on the spot today. It seems all his poems in the past were created on the spot. As for the poem's quality and logic, I'll reserve my judgment. I don't believe those good works of his were written on the spot by Little Zhang. It doesn't agree with reason. Even if it was written on the spot, it couldn't be done without any stammering, right? And those poems of his had so much logic? And the parallelism was done so well? And since you appreciate this youth so much, I'm testing him this time. So I purposely used my poem to let him follow up. First, it's to see if he really can compose on the spot, and secondly, to see if Little Zhang really has as much literary skill as people say."

Hu Fei said, "But to follow up on a classic poem that even entered language textbooks, Little Zhang will..."

Wang Shuixin waved his hand to stop Hu Fei from continuing. He looked at Zhang Ye, "It's alright, Little Zhang. Take your time to think; there's no hurry. Hur Hur. At your age, you might not have heard this poem. When you were in high school, the materials for your language class might not have included "Everything". If you did not catch everything, I can recite it to you again."

A youth volunteered, "Since you already recited it once, why don't you let me, Director Wang?"

"Alright, Little Xu, you do it. Hur Hur." Wang Shuixin was in a good mood. He had been doing administrative work all these years, so for him to once again display his literary works was a rare event. Seeing Zhang Ye remaining silent, and his subordinates looking at him with admiration and respect, Wang Shuixin was very pleased.

The other interviewers and the youth completely ignored Zhang Ye. They knew that it was impossible for Zhang Ye to follow up on the poem. The only reason that they were still in here to interview Zhang Ye was to kiss ass and flatter the Leader. They wanted to see with their own eyes how their Leader defeated Zhang Ye, a newcomer who had been praised for his poetry. Besides, even without the flattering factor, Director Wang did have the absolute ability!

Zhang Ye? A newcomer!

Compared to Director Wang, what was he!?

He wanted to compete with Wang Shuixin in literature and poetry? Wasn't this do something beyond his ability!?

Director Wang's "Everything" came about due to his using all his senses to come into maximum contact with the pulse of life. He had used his critical perspective to inspect the interpersonal moral and ethical relations, as well as the sparks that arose when people clashed. He had also subconsciously pondered above love, freedom, joy, suffering, hope and death, which were all common factors of human life. It was one of the best modern poems, and could be said that he had written a poem of such a genre at its peak. Zhang Ye wanted to use the literary insight from "Everything" as a topic to exceed "Everything"? That was impossible!

Well, but it was not that the poem did not have its flaws. If one wanted to pick faults with it, it was probably the reason why it was eventually removed from the language textbooks. The poem was too dark and oppressive. There was no hope in it. This was also why "Everything" was criticized by some people. But the flaws could not obscure the splendor it possessed. This poem was still enjoying a relatively high status in the poetry world. It could be considered a "pessimism" masterpiece.

"Let me recite it, while you listen well." the youth said to Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye ignored him, and already had his plans.

The youth frowned. You even turned haughty? Just because you were praised to the skies by people who did not know literature, you already forgot who you were? See, your original form has been revealed! I have no idea why Teacher Hu appreciated you so much. You can only have your way with Big Thunder and those slightly known poets in Beijing. But take a look; once you encounter a real master of literature, you have nothing against them, right?

The youth grunted and cleared his throat, "Everything is fated. Everything is unreal. Everything has no end. Everything has no home to return to."

Wang Shuixin squinted his eyes as he listened to his poem.

The other interviewers again revealed their reverence. Their mouths moved gently, as if they were tasting the poem, and were also reciting it along with the youth.

The youth carried on, "Every happiness doesn't come with a smile. Every suffering.."

But suddenly, a scene no one expected happened. Zhang Ye opened his vocal cords and interrupted the youth, who was having a good time reciting, rudely!

Zhang Ye shook his head, "Not every tree has been broken off by the storm; Not every seed cannot find soil to root; Not every true feeling is lost in the deserts of human hearts; Not every dream wishes to be cut off at its wings. No, not everything... is like what you said!"

Hu Fei gasped. This...This poem...

Wang Shuixin and the other 7-8 interviewers were stunned!

Zhang Ye looked at Director Wang and then at a few interviewers, then began stressing his words, "Not every torch is burning itself, but not illuminating others; Not every star indicates darkness, but does not predict the dawn; Not every song passes through the ears, but does not stay in the hearts. No, not everything... is like what you said!"

The second paragraph was also out!

It was another massive parallelism! His tone also grew stronger!

Wang Shuixin's expression instantly looked ugly, but he made no sound!

However, Hu Fei got a kick hearing this. He clenched his fists and was so excited that he wanted to stand up to cheer for Zhang Ye. This was the first time that he had such a bright smile on his face. He was happy for Zhang Ye and also happy for himself. He had not evaluated Zhang Ye wrongly! He was really a remarkable talent of the age!

Zhang Ye scanned everyone with his eyes and purposely paused before reciting the last paragraph. For this paragraph, he wiped off the solemnity and seriousness, and changed it to that of a smile. There was even mockery in his smile, "Not every appeal has been dismissed; Not every loss cannot be compensated; Not every abyss is death; Not every grief lands on the heads of the weak; Not every heart and soul are to be stepped on and buried in the mud; Not every consequence is blood and tears, but without mirth!"

"Everything in the present is creating the future!"

"Everything in the future is grown from yesterday."

"Hope, and to fight for it, please put all of them on your shoulders!"

The last shout was Zhang Ye saying it to Wang Shuixin, and could also be him saying it to himself!

Everything was darkness? Everything was suffering? Every success was accompanied by tears and sorrow?

Be it Bei Dao's "Everything" or Wang Shuixin's "Everything", Zhang Ye could not agree with them!

He knew that many people hated him, or had a grudge with him or disliked him. He also knew that he had not much hope for this interview, but Zhang Ye had never felt that his life was filled with darkness. He had never hesitated in his life. As long as he had a glimmer of hope, he would never give up!

That was everything?

Everything is like what you said?

No! Not everyone is like what you said!

At least, I am not! I, Zhang Ye, am not!


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

When Qing Chen and Feng Xuan went home, they did not waste time and got started with the tattoos and the clues. Qing Lok had been home since the afternoon and already passed a bunch of paper for Qing Chen to look at.
Feng Xuan was more than surprised that when she got in the door, she found Liu Meilien walking down the stairs.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed and went in to hug the other girl. "You're here!"
Liu Meilien nodded but there was a look on uncertainty in her eyes as she turned to greet Qing Chen. "Thank you for letting me stay."
"No worries at all," Qing Chen replied to her as if they had known each other forever. "If we devide the estates, this would be Lok's." He smiled. "You might as well get familiar as early as now. Dinner?"
They all followed him to the dining area. Liu Meilien clutched Feng Xuan's arm. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm so nervous!"
"Why are you nervous?" Feng Xuan chuckled. "They are nice boys."
"But what about… what about the eldest brother?"
"Oh, Wuming! You're nervous because of him? He's a ray of sunshine! You'll absolutely love him. He acts like he's the youngest of the three of them."
Liu Meilien squeezed Feng Xuan. "I'm really scared."
Feng Xuan heard the horror in her voice she stopped walking and faced her step-sister. "Do you want to go home?"
"I don't think so. I'm just feeling a little jittery I guess. New house and all that."
Feng Xuan sent her a reassuring smile. "You might be scared with the things that you would see around this house. But I assure you, there's no place safer. Okay?"
Liu Meilien forced her lips to spread. At least it was a smile. "Okay. And you're going to be here, right?"
"I'm not going anywhere."
**
It was a short dinner, none of them barely got anything in their stomachs in their excitement to get right back into action.
Qing Lok passed a collated folder to his brother and flipped its pages, pointing on the picture of his tattoo. "Okay, so one of them," he gestured to the team, "suggested that there is another layer in your tattoo. These," he pointed to the frame of the tattoo, "is glass and that the cracks on it, could actually be a map."
Qing Lok turned to a new page, which featured a rough draft of the isolated layer of the cracks. Then he flipped to another page. At the top, it said "trial #1". The next page said "trial #2".
"We're still trying to make up patterns and see if we get a match somewhere," Qing Lok said. "But it could take days. There are endless possibilities. But I'll switch the teams to make sure that we're working around the clock until we find something."
Qing Chen took a closer look at the picture of his tattoo. How come he never saw those cracks before? They were so thin. And who would've thought that…
Then he saw something. "You're right, this is glass."
"What?" Qing Lok said and huddled to his brother.
"I think, this painting is giving you a view of the person from the inside of a house, I guess? This is glass," he pointed to the cracks. "Then… we see the mountains, then the patch of water. Do you see it?"
Qing Lok took the picture. "You're right. But what's the rose doing in the middle?"
"I think the rose is INSIDE the room." Qing Chen pinched the bridge of his nose. "I cannot believe Mother painted something like this. Of all the times she painted with color, she decided to make this one black and red."
Qing Chen turned to the team. "Who figured this was glass?"
A small lady from the corner of the room, raised her hand without looking back, her fingers a blur on top of the keyboard. 
"If you are right," Qing Chen said, "I'd be more than happy to feed your family for life."
"Thank you, sir," said the girl like she was not at all impressed.
Qing Chen turned to Qing Lok with a shocked look on his face.
Qing Lok grimaced. "She could get a little moody. But really smart."
Qing Chen turned to the other pages and found a new page where the "trial #n" stopped. "What's this?"
"Right," Qing Lok said, gesturing to the rose. "Kind of a stretch but rose means Valentines, right? I mean, no better occasion. Our good old friend, Edgar Allan Poe, has a poem titled just that." He flicked to the next paper. "Here's the copy of it."
Qing Chen read the poem. 
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, 
Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure
Divine- a talisman- an amulet
That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure-
The words- the syllables! Do not forget
The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
"Search narrowly the lines they hold a treasure," he repeated. "Was she talking about the map or what? El Dorado is also about finding gold—which is treasure and then this poem also beckons you to search for something. Should we establish that she was really trying to make us find something?"
Qing Chen turned to Feng Xuan and it chipped her heart because he looked so helpless. She knew that he wanted to find the answers, but looking at him feeling miserable at what they were about to find, made her doubt if she made the right decision on supporting his decision of finding his mother.
Feng Xuan nodded as an answer to his question. She had the brains but she had no clue on who their Mother was. She didn't know how her mind worked.
Qing Chen turned to Qing Lok again. "Are you sure we're really reading into things in the correct order?"
"If it doesn't make sense then we'll try again. Try and try until we tire ourselves and quit, right?"
Qing Chen ran a hand on his tired face. He smiled at his brother. "At least, we could say that we did everything in the end. Now, tell me more about this poem."
"That's not the only peculiar thing in this poem," Qing Lok said and took a highlighter. "It's actually hides a name. EAP wrote this for a married woman he fancied or something like that. He hid her name here. That's the treasure he's talking about. 
"See this? The first letter in the first sentence is F. Then the second letter on the second sentence is R. If you continue doing this for the rest of the poem, you'll end up with Frances Sargent Osgood."
Qing Chen groaned. "You have got to be fcking kidding me."
Qing Lok looked ashen. "I think Mother is trying to make us find names."
"The question is: whose names?"


This message is to let you know that we're coming for you.

Yours truly,

The Mafia's Rose
— 

After her mother’s death, Feng Xuan was sent overseas to continue her studies and was under strict instructions to never come home.

Feng Xuan had always known she was going to marry someone she did not love. That was why she was not surprised that when her father finally allowed her to come back, she was off to be married immediately.

Upon marrying the handsome, somewhat brooding but caring, Qing Chen, a hotelier and the new mafia boss on the side, Feng Xuan started to realize that she might not be the woman whom she thought she was.

There was only one condition that allowed Qing Chen to marry Feng Xuan: he is to keep her protected from the world, and from herself.

****

This is a story about a woman who uncovers the long buried details about her life, the society, the world, and her mother’s untimely death. Along the way, she discovers who she really is; smart, ruthless, cunning, and powerful.

****

WARNINGS: (If you comment anything about this, I will direct you to read these AGAIN)
1. This is a slow-paced story, because of this ROMANCE CAME LATE FOR THE LEADS. I'm saying this again, LATE. There's a huge reason behind this, if you will be patient you'd get there. 
2. Male Lead is weak AT FIRST. As this story is slow-paced, character development took a while. 
3. Female Lead will start to reawaken around Chapter 80 and ML will rise into his full potential shortly afterwards--once you start reading you'll know why it took this long. 
4. This book is not just about the romance part, it is also has a lot of mystery and later on, action in it.

English is not my first language. Please do not hesitate to comment corrections regarding spelling and grammar. Thank you!

This is an original story.
The picture on the cover is not mine. Credits to the real owner.


Update schedule: One chapter a day.

It was already the afternoon and Angeal, Arlo, Arvid, Frey, and Dharvey were already having their classes. Usually in the afternoon, each of them would be having their major classes of their degree so they don't usually meet each other unless they plan to go home together.
Angeal was in her Stylistics class, listening to Professor Leon. He was already telling the class what tasks they would be doing for the week, already giving them what they would have to do today.
It was also known to the class that Professor Leon is Angeal's father. When they knew about it through rumors that spread ironically from the faculty room, the people who knew were surprised and now understood why their resemblance is uncanny.
Angeal looked like the female version of Professor Leon. Other than that, they both share the same interest in writing—the difference is that Professor Leon lived to teach how to write, and Angeal learned to make stories.
"Now," Professor Leon said as he wrote two titles of a poems on the board, the eyes of the students focused on it. "We would be doing The Passionate Shepherd and The Nymph's Reply."
When the students read the two titles on the board, most of them weren't familiar of the titles. They stared at Professor Leon expectantly, waiting for him to explain further what they are about to do for today's class.
Since this is Stylistics class, the students already expected what they were about to do.
Stylistics is a branch of applied linguistics concerned with the study of style in texts, especially, but not exclusively, in literary works.
Also called literary linguistics, stylistics focuses on figures, tropes, and other rhetorical devices used to provide variety and a distinctness to someone's writing.
If not a short story or a novel to study, sometimes, poems can be used for literary studies in Stylistics.
"We will be studying two poems today namely, 'The Passionate Shepherd To His Love' by Christopher Marlowe, and "The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd' by Sir Walter Raleigh. For further information, Christopher made his poem in the year 1599, and Walter's, in the year 1600."
As everyone was about to reach out to their phones for them to do a research, Professor Leon called out their attention by clapping his hands thrice, surprising most of his students to stop them from using their smartphones.
"Hey, if you search everything on the net, what will you learn?" he reprimanded, everyone's eyes on him as he leaned on his desk, continuing to speak. "You are to study two poems, correct? We have discussed about ways on how to study poems the other day, now I want you to do just that."
With what Professor Leon had instructed, everyone got their notebook instead, getting a piece of paper at the same time to jot down what they have observed from the two poems.
"Since you are given two poems, you are going to do comparing and contrasting. Once you start, you would find it interesting—the connection of the two poems," he said further as he flashed on the white board the two poems, beside each other.
The moment the two poems flashed before the students, most of them smiled, seeing how each stanza of the different poems came out to be replying to each other.
"Now with what I told you, you are given the whole period to do your study about the poems. Five minutes before the bell rings, submit your papers then you are free to go."
With the instructions now finalized, everyone went silent as they read the poem, the students already making notes before doing an in-depth analysis of each.
Angeal, however, read each poem at the same time, reading one stanza for the other, and another stanza for the second. In this way, she would see how the two poems were connected.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
First:
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield,
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
First:
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
***
From the first stanzas of the two poems, Angeal wrote on her notes the two characters namely the shepherd and the nymph. Since the poem was made in 1599, obviously, the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh was made to reply to the poem Christopher Marlowe had done.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
Second:
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
Second:
Time drives the flocks from field to fold.
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complain of cares to come.
***
From what Angeal has read from the first poem, she deduced that it was a pastoral lyric—a poetry that expresses emotions in an idyllic setting. It is associated with Shepherds writing music to their flocks. The tradition goes back to David in the bible and Hesiod, the Greek poet.
As for the Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd, Angeal has yet to read more in order for her to deduce what else she would find out.
"Hmm…" 
Angeal tapped the tip of her pen on the table as she blankly stared at the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh, mumbling to herself at the same time. 
"This is more than just a reply."
"That's right."
When Professor Leon spoke, Angeal was startled for a bit as she did not notice that the professor was actually behind her, getting everyone's attention as each student looked at their instructor.
"The poem by Sir Walter Raleigh is more than just a reply to the shepherd. Look closely—read between the lines. Look at its theme—look at the words used. Do not only skim above the surface."
With his reminder said, he continued walking about in the room, the students continuing their task at hand. 
Angeal then continued reading the following stanzas of the poems, in hopes that she would understand what she was missing.


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

Update Schedule:
Every first day of the month, story ends on December 2021.

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REFLECTION of WARD COURIER
May, 2008

If you think that last night with Lys put me off of her completely, you are mistaken. It set me back a bit; but I was still very curious about her. I wanted to understand who she was and what made her tick, even if we never made it past that.
I've been with some women who started out playing keep-away and turned out to be really neat to know. You never make it past that keep-away stage if you don't play ball.
I was in no hurry to try to track Lys down, though. It was May. The school was entering its busiest period. Kids were getting antsy and harder to manage. Courses were winding down and exam week was coming. It was always a crunch. I wasn't thinking about dating. I did get time to reflect now and then, and my thinking about Lys may surprise you.
Did I think she got it on with any of those guys she was talking to at the pub the last time I saw her? I knew them all, and I think each one was married or seriously dating. I think she wanted the nightlife to get away from something. And I still thought I was being tested. I decided to roll with the hands I was dealt.
Of course, I'd have scored Lys the minute I had the chance. But based on my track record as a whole, I had good reasons to go a little slower, and as a more mature man I realize that.
Each of us has an amorous profile. Part of knowing ourselves as beings is to understand our own. I am not a good pursuer. I make bad choices.
I ask women out now and then. It's not always because I have a crush on them. I may just want to get to know them better. But if I do start to like them, I usually back off at the first setback. It's just an instinct to give people respectful space.
The one time I ever really chased a woman after many a pushoff, it turned into a disaster. She was just out of college, tall, with a stunning, innocent face and a "Playboy"-rack. I was twenty nine. Lest this look like cradle-robbing, she'd had boyfriends older than I am. She had been pursued by men since junior high school and I can guess what her college years were like. She'd had lots of sex for fun, and she talked about it pretty freely. For some reason that wouldn't work with us. I didn't get it then. I get it now.
That girl had better instincts than I did. Sexual experience grants its own kind of wisdom - it surely takes away the innocence and probably a lot of the imagination of childhood - but it doesn't grant life-maturity, and it doesn't give anyone emotional armor. Sex was easy for her when her emotions weren't involved. When they were, she had to be careful. She knew that both of us ought to be all the way in or none of the way in.
I should have taken her standoffishness for what it was, self-protection. But I was so entranced with her that I didn't have a plan. I wanted her to love me, but only, I see now, just so well. By the time she did, it was too much and too hard, and I didn't feel natural around her. And we did both get hurt. I had learned my lesson. If something doesn't go naturally and steadily - at least for me - that's a sign that it would be the wrong connection.
It's natural to be possessive of people you want. I criticize the trait in no one else. But no woman owes you her sexuality. No woman not your mother owes you her love. A woman owes you what she wants to give you, which is probably exactly what you're getting at any single point in time. I get that now.
A transcendent being is grateful for the sheer joy of time spent with someone he or she likes. A transcendent being wishes only well for all life, even people he or she wants and can't have. I had a bar to rise to, and it was set above my own pettiness. If I hoped to be that transcendent being someday, there was no time like the present to start trying. I resolved that it's just as well to watch and wait, to be friends with Lys first and lovers, if ever, in time.
Those realizations must have been building in me for awhile. Once they were realized - and this episode with Lys was the catalyst - I started actually enjoying the period of the wait, the challenge, and the mystery. When I reflected back and compared this situation to the buildup of good relationships in my past, it felt like Lys and I were going to connect if I could just pass all the tests. It was still far from certain.
I started musing, not about Lys directly, but about that early going in a potential affair. You're more than strangers but less than lovers. Once that line is crossed, things will never be the same again.
I was starting to think that I should get as much understanding about Lys as I could, almost as if this period was our one chance to really know each other as we were before we became guarded, before we had anything to lose.
Before any of us are lovers with the soon-to-be loved, we may be eager to protect our vanity. After that moment, we drop some kinds of inhibitions, but we might be more protective of other things about ourselves. After the sexual connection is made, there is both the literal and the proverbial skin in the game, at least if there's any relationship potential. We also know our partners a bit better. We start understanding their judgments and values.
At about the time we start to know each other better, though, we start to know what we ought to hide. In that sense, perhaps, the best way to know who a woman truly is and to have that true being to value is to know her well as a friend before you become her lover and the blinds go up and the judgments are starting to be passed. If you do not, you will miss a chance that will never come again. I started to get infatuated with the idea of the inadvertent game, the dance of uncertainty, that a courtship is between any two human beings.
One morning as I walked between campus buildings, phrases started to come. Lines and rhythms evolved throughout the day, and the general feel of a poem came to me. I had a couple half-lines and a notion of what I wanted to say with the whole. Many a time that week I stopped and jotted verses in planners, notebooks, or whatever I had at hand. I could tell that what was coming was going to be a lyric, and that it had to be spare and direct.
Because it was antique and customary for love-poetry, I started a Shakespearian sonnet - pentameter lines, three quatrains and a couplet. I was trying to make it general, about any human relationship with the course to congress that no one realizes was destined until after the fact; but clearly it was written with Lys in mind and powered with the impact of the emotions involved. It was titled by half its first line, "Till we are lovers..." It was about the lack of immediate joy during the wait and the subdued joy of the anticipation, followed by the reflection that that period, too, was blessed. I was trying to keep it in Shakespeare's style: musically smooth, with conversational rhymes and each quatrain finishing its own thought.
The sonnet had a melancholy tone, though, emphasizing the uncertainty ahead, that, in the early stages, we don't know how the other person is judging us, so we don't know what to conceal about ourselves. We have little choice but to be natural. Hell, we aren't really in love with them yet, not real love.
This encounter with Lys was not my first go-round on the planet. I had had a lot of girlfriends by that point in my life. Writers, though, can often be romantics, at least about women we've never had or ones we did and who sent us packing. ("Tell me," wrote Yeats, "does the mind dwell the most/On woman won or woman lost?") If the poet ever fully attains his Muse, whatever that means to him, he's off in search of another. Shelley - one of my favorite poets - had a casting call of Muses. As did Byron, Baudelaire... The list goes on. Poets don't always make good choices, either.
I was aware of all this. I knew the poem I was working on was anachronistic, an experiment, and just a fantasy. It was a lark. That didn't have to stop it being an interesting poem that could give someone some pleasure to read. I was under no impression that Lys was an active devotee of lyric poetry, particularly love sonnets; but I think I had so much faith then in the power of ideas, of literature, that I thought a smooth enough poem would have some affect on almost any literate being. I was also determined to take advantage of the period when my Muse was in full flower.




Author:
Author, teacher, storyteller, and supernatural historian Mason Winfield studied English and Classics at Denison University, earned a master’s degree in British literature at Boston College, and studied poetry and fiction at SUNY Buffalo with professor emeritus and MacArthur grant recipient Irving Feldman. He has written or edited fourteen books, including the regional sensation “Shadows of the Western Door” (1997) and “Iroquois Supernatural,” co-authored with Michael Bastine, on the traditions of the Six Longhouse Nations (Inner Traditions International/Bear & Company, 2011). Several of his surveys of upstate folklore and paranormal tradition may be found at the website of Western New York Wares: www.buffalobooks.com. He may be reached at www.masonwinfield.com.

An anatomically perfect human jaw fashioned of diamond-hard quartz crystal is uncovered at an Ohio burial mound and sold on the underground antiquities market. Shortly after, three pothunters are found dead.

A mysterious new drug suspected of South American origin surfaces in Buffalo, NY. Its unprecedented psycho-tropic effects include the momentary activation of ESP. 

Blind, speechless, emaciated street people start appearing in many parts of the world. An urban legend-cycle forms around them, and the name of a murderous old cult, “the Whistlers” attaches to them.

An archaeological team at a Mayan site reports finding a bizarre artifact and vanishes. 

An upstate schoolteacher’s book of New York legends and folklore foreshadows these developments and more. 

   These are the threads – plus his affair with a maddening woman – that draw narrator Ward Courier into the international adventure of occultism, terror, Native American tradition and onrushing prophecy that is Mason Winfield’s anticipated new novel THE WHISTLERS. By the time the picture of THE WHISTLERS becomes clear, we are ready to believe in a sinister conspiracy that could predate Atlantis and even hail from another world.

Hearing what she said, Lu Yunshuang's heart plummeted. 
No wonder Grandmother's attitude toward her had significantly dulled when she was back this time around. It turned out that this was the problem. 
"Grandmother, I..."
"Do not listen to Weiwei's nonsense. Although I'm at an elderly age, I still have the energy to walk to the Mansion Gate," the Dowager Duchess interrupted. 
Lu Yunshuang's face turned pallor. 
When the Dowager Duchess was young, she had traversed through the battlefields along with the Duke and was nothing short of prestigious. However, now that she was at an old age, she had to greet and pay respects to her granddaughter. She was sure to feel uncomfortable in her heart.
Now that she heard what the Dowager Duchess had to say, Lu Yunshuang felt immensely anxious and remorseful. 
Before she came over today, she had consigned someone to hand Aunt Zheng a letter. However, she had forgotten to remind her to keep their plans simple in order not to startle Grandmother. 
She only thought of it when she arrived before the gate of the Duke Mansion. However, it was already too late. 
The Dowager Duchess did not express her vexation then, so she never took this incident to heart. 
Nevertheless, being called out by Lu Liangwei like that highlighted her lack of understanding, making her seem unfilial as she appeared not to pay any heed to the Dowager Duchess. 
She attempted to save the situation by saying something, but the Dowager Duchess had already begun to speak.
"It's now March, the season of spring where the grasses are tall, the nightingales are high in the air and the willow trees are green while the flowers bloom a bright red. Both of you can use this as the main topic and compose a poem about it," she said. 
After a momentary pause, she sent a glance toward Lu Liangwei. "It does not have to be self-composed. If there are any good lines from the books you've read, you can write it down as well," she added. 
The instructions obviously benefitted Lu Liangwei. 
Due to Lu Liangwei's usual capricious behavior, she had never done well in her studies. 
Feeling extremely disdainful, Lu Yunshuang shot Lu Liangwei a condescending stare. 
The Dowager Duchess's good intentions might all go to waste.
Other than her face, which was still somewhat useful, Lu Liangwei was a lowly educated and unskilled dimwit. 
Even if she was assigned the task of copying lines of a poem word by word from a book, she might not know how to do so. 
Lu Yunshuang remained silent as she smiled subtly. Holding up her sleeve with one hand and using the other to raise the brush then dip it in the ink, she appeared to ponder on her thoughts momentarily, then raised her head and proceeded to write on the paper right away. 
Her finesse stunned Long Chi, whose eyes glimmered in fascination immediately. 
He could not help but leave the audience seat and make his way to stand behind Lu Yunshuang. 
As his gaze fell on the paper, he could not resist reciting the words aloud. "The prettiest scenery capable of arousing my poetic heart lies in the start of spring, where the willow leaves have just emerged in unevenly colored pale yellow buds. If we waited till the flowers in Shanglin came to full bloom, we'd see people admiring the flowers everywhere once we stepped out of our rooms."[1]
Long Chi recited each of the sentences word by word. Coupled with his clear, melodious voice, the poem was capable of touching the hearts of many. 
After reciting, Long Chi mused upon the imagery described in the poem. He could not hide the glint of admiration in his eyes. "Shuanger, what a good poem!" he exclaimed.
The Dowager Duchess also nodded. "Shuanger's poem is fascinating. The words she used emanates the dignified style of a noble person," she commented. 
Upon hearing her daughter receiving praises from the Crown Prince and the Dowager Duchess, Aunt Zheng felt delighted, even more so than being on the receiving end of praises. 
She was high-spirited and extremely pleased. 
Lu Liangwei was not the slightest bit affected. To begin with, she did not know how to compose poems, but she had read a few classical poem books back in the present. Therefore, it would not be difficult for her to copy down a few good poems. 
Anyway, the Dowager Duchess had told them that if they did not know how to compose poems, they could always copy lines from other poems. 　　
She noticed the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard and pondered for a while before writing down a poem on the paper. 
"On this very day, last year at this very gate, faces and cherry blossoms both bloomed red. The faces are now in places unknown, yet the cherry blossoms still beam in the spring wind."[2]
Her voice was soft. When she recited the poem, her intonation had the soft and tender hush used by those who came from Jiangnan.
Furthermore, her expression was exceptionally serious when writing the poem. As she raised her head, her hair slid off her shoulder to expose her graceful, fair neck under the sunlight. 
...
[1] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.
[2] Lines from a Tang Dynasty poem.


Lu Liangwei wakes up to find herself transmigrated as a supporting character in the novel she had been reading a few days ago. According to the novel, this character has everything—beauty, wealth, status—except brains. Before Liangwei had taken over, she even went as far as to hang herself for the male protagonist that she loved: the Crown Prince as well as her sister's lover. Now that she has become a "brand new" person, it is time for her to turn her life around with charm and wit! She will get everyone to fall in love with her, even the Crown Prince's uncle—the Emperor! Who needs a prince when you can become the Empress herself?

Kleon : "You are so Intelligent!"

Me : "You thought I am a fool and a person with no intelligence?"

Kleon : "Not like that."

We were walking together to the Zombire and chatting. But we were walking a bit fast. The map is easy ro understand. Kleon is following the map and I am following her. 

Kleon : "I discovered something last time here. That's this world doesn't floats in air. Everything is on soil. Nothing can floats in the air."

Me : "Oh, more like our human world."

Kleon : "Yeah, Sibachu is the only one who likes to play the most, I think."

Me : "Um..hey. When will we use our sauro?"

Kleon : "We have to face many problems in our journey. So, the sauros will help us."

Me : "How to use them?"

Kleon : "Just follow my lead, okay? I am not a good teacher to teach you."

Me : "You can be one if you try."

Kleon : "I would rather not."

Watch : "First mission accessed! We are now in the Zombire!"

Kleon : "Great! First mission accomplished!"

So, this is Zombire, huh? I can see a Zombie and Vampire's habitation in distance. They are genuine ghosts. The Zombire place is awesome! Very beautiful! 

Me : "Where is the next hint?"

Kleon : "Gotta search for it."

Me : "Hey, you said we have to face problems during our journey! But we didn't face any problem in the path till now!"

Kleon : "Nobody faces problems too soon in the game. Are you praying to get into problems?"

Me : "Only praying so I can use my blue sauro."

Kleon : "Huh...Let's find it. You will search in the East. I will go in the West. Then you will find in the North and I will find in the South."

Me : "Deal."

We got separated and started finding. I went to the East side and she went to the West side.

Me: "Where can it be...where can it be ."

I am paying full attention to find it. But Kleon didn't told me what are we looking for! Seriously ?! 

Confused with no answer, I keep looking for something to might work as a hint. Kanjo gave us a piece of paper with a poem written there as the first hint, if I recall. 

Maybe the second hint will be also a piece of paper with a poem written, I guess? I was finding for a paper with my head bowed down.

I heared a sound so I looked up and - 

Me : "AAHHH!!"

A Vampire suddenly appeared in my vision out of the blue! He scared me! But the Vampire doesn't seon to understand that. 

He is looking at me blankly with no Reaction and no expression at all.

Me: "Umm."

well ... it's awkward. He is not moving or talking either. Frozen at his spot, I break the silence. 

Me : "Hi! Nice meeting you! If you don't mind, may I go?" 

Still no response from him. I guess, I will have to go avoiding him. I do so. I try to forget about him and find the next hint. 

His gaze is falling upon me and It can be realized without looking behind. Not a important thing right now, I keep looking for a piece of paper everywhere in the East side. The whole place is too big that it will take forever to find a piece of paper! 

I started finding in the North side. Right then, Kleon shouts aloud!

Kleon "Alice! I found it! Come back to our starting point!"

Phew! So she finally found it! I go back to our starting point. She was waiting for me there.

Me : "So you found it? What's it this time?"

Kleon : "A poem again."

Kleon holds the paper between us and I take a look at it. The poem is–

"Hunty, Munty died in a yard,
They will survive, forever in my heart."

Well.. It's kind of romantic poem. Isn't it? We exchange glances with each other.

Kleon : "Well? You know the answer?"

Me : "Nope. Let me think. "

I take out the piece of paper from my pocket and read the 4 names of those places again. 1) Zombirce 2) Horseland 3) Soulhunter and t) Love graveyard. 

Which one of them does the poem refer to? I think hard. I try to find logics with the names and the poem. But I couldn't come up with some thing. Who knows how much time we have left?

Kleon : "Idea!"

Me : "Found it? What's it?"

Kleon : "Love graveyard! Maybe."

Me : "How?"

Kloon : "It said Hunty, Munty died in a yard. Love graveyard also includes the world yeard. Love graveyard is a graveyard for lovers, Hunty and Munty were a couple."

Me: "A gay couple?"

Kleon : "No Hunty is a girl and Munty is a boy. Hunty may sounds like a boy is name but it is used as a girl's name here."

Me "Hmm ..."

Kleon: " Maybe they were burried where they died.They were the first couple who died in that graveyard. We respect them and remember them because they were a great inspiration for Zikaboo Vampines. They were a couple so we named the place as Love graveyard. We bury dead bodies of Zikaboo Vampires in the graveyard who are lovers."

Me: Hmm .. So, our next target is love graveyard."

Me : "There are currently 3 dead bodies there. Because a Zikaboo Vampie dies after 10,00,000 years."

Kleon brings her wrist-watch close to her mouth to say the answer to it."

Watch: "Answer is processing.. Answer accessed!" Kleon : "Great! I Let's go to Love grave graveyard!"

Oh boy, I am recently scared to see zikaboo Vampire's dead bodies there! Who knows how horrible it is! We make our way to love graveyard following the map. We didn't talk much during the time. 

After some minutes, we reached there. The place is horrified! There are coffin boxes in middle of the graveyard. The 3 boxes are made of the glass and these has been kept upright. 

I can clearly see the dead bodies from outside! But the most horrible thing is a and all of the dead bodies are NAKED !! There are 2 girl's dead bodies and I am ashamed to look at their naked bodies! 

So I immediately take off my eyes from their dead bodies and look away. I swear I won't look there anymore no matter what!

Kleon : "Are you ashamed and afraid to look at their naked bodies?"

Me: "Yes."

Kleon : "All right. Then you stay here and I will search around to find the next hint. Don't get lost when I am gone!"

Me: "Thanks for understanding, I will be a good girl!"

And I? I am staring away at a tree to avoid accidently looking at their naked bodies. Hope Kleon comes soon with the next hint. I can't stay like this for too long! 

I am praying so Kleon comes back soon. But she came back a bit earlier than my expectation. 

I asked her if she got the next clue. Luckily, she got.

Kleon smiles and starts searching everywhere in

Kleon: "Here is it. We got our next target and you also got your freedom!"

Me: "Yeah! No more time wasting! I will never come to the graveyard again!

Kleon : "No, First, We need to solve the poem."

Me: "Do it from few meters away from the graveyard! You will have to bury my dead body here if I stay a bit more here!"

Kleon : " Alright, Allright. As you wish."

I immediately storm off from the greaveyard and run far away from there. Kleon followed me and we are at a big tree now. She shows me the paper.

The poem is–

" What do you want now?
- I want your soul.
Where will you use it?
- To eat in a love bowl."

Honestly if I say the truth, the poem is weird. I mean, the lines doesn't match good. Whatever, we started to try to solve it. Another place, wait for us!

"Will I be able to save Human world and also find true love with 3 different type of ghosts?"

You are a girl who lives with grandmother at a small house. Recently you meet a horrible creature. Soon you and Your grandma need to move to another village. Your life isn’t easy there as you hoped. You find out, the village is a haunted village. It get haunted by different type of ghosts. When researchers find More about the mysterious ghosts. People starts to call them zikaboo vampires. After many situations and by luck, you meet 3 zikaboo vampires : Jaker,Hypto,Sibachu. They say they are finding the person who is dedicated to help them and to be their queen. Soon, the 3 Zikaboos & you find out that, you Are the dedicated person to help and be the queen!! You refuse first, then agree. Then,your adventure starts with the 3 Zikaboo vampires. They falls in love with you from the beginning. Their love for you is just keep growing. Many romantic situations happens between you and them.one day,Their love for you have grown so much that, none of them would hesitant to kill the others to win your heart! Then you need to make a choice! You end up choosing Jaker! 
The novel up with Zaker. I will upload the novel Again with Hypto and Sibachu's Ending so you don’t miss your favourite characher's ending! Some movements will be different for each characters.

Huo Shaoheng's eyes almost lit up after he heard Gu Nianzhi complete her analysis.
However, he quickly calmed down and discreetly shook his head, replying gruffly, "That makes sense. It can explain many puzzling questions."
"Oh, really? Which questions made you feel puzzled, exactly?" He Zhichu smirked and asked sarcastically, "Or do you still need Nianzhi to explain any further for you?"
Gu Nianzhi looked down, pursing her lips, and said quietly, "...Actually, I've never believed that human race improvement and optimization can actually be realized using such destructive and invasive means."
When she heard Huo Shaoheng talk about Operation Borrowed Seed, from the very beginning, these suspicions began to grow in her mind.
From the way she saw it, using this type of research method would no doubt lead to a dead end.
"I agree with your perspective." He Zhichu looked at Gu Nianzhi in surprise and said, "You actually grasped the key to this issue if you are able to think about it that way. This type of method would absolutely never result in true technological advancement."
Gu Nianzhi didn't have memories from before she was 12 years old, yet she still had this kind of intuition.
He Zhichu couldn't help but think optimistically. Didn't that mean that he should have somewhat of a position in Gu Nianzhi's heart?
Huo Shaoheng balled one hand into a fist to rest his chin on. He thought for a moment, then said, "...This explanation does make sense. After that Japanese numerical unit lost the war, they handed over nearly all their human experimental data to the winning countries. This was the only set of data that was never handed over.
"This was because the data didn't involve typical human experiments. If it were actually handed over, the winning countries would never be able to accept this kind of pure evil sin, even if they had their own ulterior motives.
"This also explains how Nianzhi's grandfather, Gu Haoze, would later on use all sorts of ways to remove the experimental data from the Gestapo headquarters."
Reinitz also thought it over and replied succinctly in German, saying, "The data was not about the optimization of the Huaxia race, but… Data targeting weaknesses in the Huaxia genetic makeup? If that's the case, now I also understand why our bureau's predecessors would write such contradictory things in their memoirs."
Perhaps they could also tell what the data was actually about, but this was the kind of thing that still challenged the people's ethical perspective at the time. So, the bureau chose to reveal selective things, or flat out stay quiet about others.
The Nazi race optimization eugenics program was also very evil, but its main purpose was to optimize their own race.
As for what the Japanese did, they actively chose to drag down another race when they discovered that it would be impossible to optimize their own race.
In other words, they would be number one if they killed the person running ahead of them…
That kind of perverse and shameless mentality would forever prevent them from being the ultimate winner.
"But if your grandfather Gu Haoze was only an accident and an uncontrollable factor that occurred within the experiment, why didn't they simply kill him off? Why did they send him to the Gestapo headquarters in Europe, instead?"
Huo Shaoheng thought that there had to be something else they didn't yet understand.
Gu Nianzhi nodded and said, "I am still thinking about this point. Huo Shao, do you remember why the Gu family had adopted gu Yanran and her mother, Gu Jing?"
Huo Shaoheng stiffened slightly as he replied, "You are saying that the Gu family's genetic disease was rooted in Gu Haoze? And that Gu Haoze's genetic illness was a consequence of the race optimization operation?"
Gu Nianzhi began to laugh. "Huo Shao, your brain works even faster than mine does. Right, this is exactly what I meant," she said.
So, there must be a reason why they had no choice but to do this.
However, this point was not related to the topic of discussion at the moment.
Gu Nianzhi said, "Afterwards, the data went missing. Because our country won the war, Japan could no longer capture our citizens on a large scale in concentration camps to conduct experiments as they did during the war years. So, they have returned to the first goal of Operation Borrowed Seed, which was to optimize their own race. Coupled with the development of science and technology, it was unnecessary for them to continue using that kind of stupid method to conduct race optimization experiments.
"…That's why they set up all these clinics treating infertility. They are now able to steal the reproductive cells directly from the patients seeking treatment, and conduct artificial insemination and reproduction to observe the results of optimization."
Huo Shaoheng walked back over to his laptop to open another folder.
Gu Nianzhi agreed completely, saying, "My father must have also discovered their intentions, so he chose to use this method to warn the people trying to look for the data."
"However, why didn't your father report these clinics directly to the authorities if he discovered that they were conducting similar experiments?" Reinitz asked curiously. "I thought he hated this kind of thing more than anything."
"Of course he hates it, but do you think my father alone can fight against the power of an entire country?" Gu Nianzhi glared at Reinitz as she said, "After all, I investigated these clinics myself. They are genuinely researching how to optimize Japanese genes, but are not involving any Huaxia genes. So, I think that my father was strictly monitoring these clinics to prevent them from doing anything that would harm the Huaxia Empire."
Reinitz shook his head. With a smile, he said, "Cereus, you've never even seen your father before. How are you so certain that he's actually a good person?"
Gu Nianzhi's expression was resolute as she said, "I know. I know it for a fact. My father is absolutely not a bad person. Not only is he a good person, but he is a rare and capable good person.
He Zhichu averted his eyes in silence, no longer able to stand looking at Gu Nianzhi's expression.
Huo Shaoheng was about to add a few comments to Gu Nianzhi's idea when he looked up and saw He Zhichu look away. He thought that something didn't feel right.
But He Zhichu always spoke vaguely and changed the topic. Now he was even using Gu Nianzhi's presence as a condition of telling the truth.
Huo Shaoheng decided to stop trying to get any information out of He Zhichu. He was also wary about taking the few things He Zhichu had already said as facts.
He needed to resume his previous work method. Just like Reinitz, he would doubt everything and rely on himself to prove everything.
…
"Earlier, I demonstrated my conclusion using the three perspectives of premise, history, and follow up. In other words, Operation Borrowed Seed did not succeed. The operation to exterminate the Huaxia race did not succeed, either."
Gu Nianzhi looked up with a smile and stared at the curved screen TV in front of her.
Huo Shaoheng had just opened a new folder, which was the handwritten English poem that Gu Nianzhi took a photo of in the Dass clinic's consultation room –"A Little Girl Needs Daddy."
When the framed and wall-mounted poem was enlarged on the curved screen TV, Gu Nianzhi suddenly thought the poem's shape looked a bit familiar.
The swirling handwriting of the English poem was filled with curves and lines that spun together to create each word. Each word actually looked like a flower.
The framed handwritten English poem consisted of short and long lines intersecting like flowering vines that seemed to form a complex picture.
If someone who didn't read English saw this poem, they would probably think it was a picture as opposed to a poem.
An abstract drawing made up of black and white intersecting lines.
Gu Nianzhi's mind suddenly felt enlightened when she thought that this was actually a picture.
She pointed to the TV screen and said, "...Look at this. Doesn't this handwritten English poem look like a picture when you observe the shape?"
"What picture?" He Zhichu glanced at it and said, "I can't tell."
Huo Shaoheng stood behind the desk and stretched forward. With both hands bracing against the desk, he looked up at the enlarged handwritten English poem displaying on the TV screen. He nodded thoughtfully. "It does look a bit familiar," he said.
"Isn't that right?" Gu Nianzhi grew excited as she said, "Tell me, doesn't this handwritten English poem look like a map of Africa?!"
Huo Shaoheng squinted his eyes and slowly straightened his body. His eyes stared at the picture unblinkingly.
Gradually, he stopped trying to decipher the handwritten English words and purely examined it as though it was a picture.
As expected, the picture appeared increasingly similar to the map of Africa in his memory!
Huo Shaoheng bent over and immediately opened a map of Africa on his computer. He put it beside the handwritten English poem.
Everyone could now see it with the comparison.
The handwritten English poem was laid out in a method that was nearly a mirror image of the general shape of Africa.
Gu Nianzhi couldn't help but grab the mouse from Huo Shaoheng and take things into her own hands.
She opened a photo editing software and first copied the map of Africa on it. Then she also copied the handwritten English poem to allow the photo editing software to find the overlap between the two.
With the help of the photo editing software, Gu Nianzhi quickly discovered a very obvious bright spot in the bottom corner of the two images.
It was where the English word 'there' was located.
The last two lines of the poem read, "So diving deep or soaring high, she'll always find him there."
Gu Nianzhi's heart plummeted.
She quickly marked down the point where the word 'there' overlapped with the map of Africa, then opened the marked-up image of Africa and inputted it into GPS software to look for the coordinates.
Huo Shaoheng, He Zhichu, and Reinitz all quietly watched Gu Nianzhi quickly use the computer and discover the message her father had left behind.
The map software took less than one second to bring up the coordinate data.
"33.9249° South, 18.4241° East."
Gu Nianzhi laughed. "It's 33 degrees 55 minutes south latitude, 18 degrees 25 minutes east longitude. The location this latitude and longitude points to is the second-largest city in the southernmost country in Africa – Cape Town.
"It's there. My father must have left something in that place."
When Huo Shaoheng saw the latitude and longitude and the name of Cape Town, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
How could it be such a coincidence?
In order to find the true whereabouts of the flight MH210 that Gu Xiangwen had been on, he sent Zhao Liangze to a station on a small island in the Cape of Good Hope to facilitate the search of the nearby waters.
The Cape of Good Hope was the landmark of Cape Town. It was only two kilometers away from the city, which is completely within walking distance.


Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her. 

His eyes were dark and serious. "...Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours." 

Gu Nianzhi: "!!!"

Disclaimer: The following stories contains sexual assault, rape, nonconsensual acts, mentally abusive relationships, and violence towards women. Readers are advised to proceed with caution.

"As your situation becomes more and more hopeless, the more balloons you pop. I'll explain the final rules of the game." He could hear it coming out of speakers way above their heads... The men paused, listening to the gloating voice of Madmoisell de Carvoisin. "As Philippe correctly pointed out, you need the notes to find the right key. The search for the key will be all the more complicated the more balloons will burst. Because after five burst balloons, another fake key will be brought into play, leading to a wrong place in the castle. You know yourself how big the Chenonceau area is.It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.  That' s why finding the right key is necessary.That is, of course, if the groom wants to marry his bride today.  In order to do that, you must answer the questions on the note correctly. Have fun!"
"This is amazing!" Claudio growled. He looked down. Pink pieces of the burst balloons were everywhere. How much had they already burst? He couldn't say for sure. In the end he just stabbed at them.
Alexandre lowered his head to think. "How much of this note do we have?"
"32!" Philippe finally said, after counting the pieces of paper in his hand.
Alexandre nodded. "So there are seven keys in circulation and six of them are fake."
Claudio raised his shoulders. "What does the note say?"
"Questions about Lily and several possible answers." Philippe replied.
"Could you please read one out loud?" Alexandre ran his fingers through his hair. He stared at his friend as he rolled up a piece of paper. He was an idiot to think that Nelli would settle for money and riches. She was like a mother lion who would defend her cub against predators and he was in this case the predator who was too close to her beloved cub Lily. She wouldn't just hand Lily out without testing him if he was worthy of her.
"What is the bride's favorite book?" Philippe read it in a lowered voice. "A - Jane Eyer. B - The Journey to the Center of the Earth. C - Good Omens or D - Cabal and Love.
Alexandre recalled Lily's things from the apartment where Fabien had been hiding Lily for the past two years. Those few little things were the ones Lily had accumulated over those two years on the run. Not much! Just things she needed to live. A few items of clothing, and a bunch of books. He knew that she enjoyed reading. When she had a quiet minute to herself, he'd always would fnd her with a book in her hand. But only one book in her collection had a cover that was already worn out and pages that looked all tattered and yellowed. Apparently she would read it over and over again. To disappear between its lines, she would always pick it up. A book he had not expected. A relieved breath escaped his lips. "C" He whispered.
Philippe turned the note over. "C - go up to the fifth step and look for a balloon with a red string."
It was like a scavenger hunt. The men had to answer one question after another to find the key. After four more questions about Lily's preferences, a gold note appeared. Alexandre slowly unrolled the note."Unlocker her heart with a golden key." It was written in white letters on the paper.  "The first clue to the correct key is that it must be golden."
Claudio moaned annoyingly. Hell, his wife knew how to torture a man.
With a shrug, Philippe pulled out another piece of paper and read it to his friends. Like Sherlock Holmes, the men followed the clues on the notes. answering one question after another. They knew that if they had made a mistake, sarcastic quotes from Lily's favourite book would appear.
At each of these black messages, Alexandre could hear the gloating voice of Nelli in his head.  How she would recite every single word of  Terry Pratchett with a smug smile on her lips!  "Progress just means bad things happen faster."
It was like a Sisyphean task. If the stone was already in the middle of the way to the top, the faster it could roll back down the mountain. But again and again the groom and his best man encountered golden notes telling what the right key looked like. By now they knew that it was a four centimetre long golden key, whose head looked like the blossom of a lily. They also knew that engraved on its blade was a verse from a poem.
During their search they had found five keys. But only two matched this description. However, he also knew that they had burst 17 more balloons in the meantime and that the first rule of Nalli was to burst as few balloons as possible. So three more keys had been brought into play, probably confusingly similar to the original.
That was okay.
At least for now. Still, they lost time. He could make a guess. Picking the key with Lily's favorite poem. Or the one with her favorite gemstone. Or maybe the ones he held in his hand were both just the wrong ones and they still hadn't found the right one? 
Alexandre was happy to test his luck. But by now he knew Nelli too well and realized that if he didn't play it safe, the game would end badly for him. He gritted his teeth. "God damn it!" He cursed and then shouted, "Stop!"




At the age of five, Lillian realized that she was cannon fodder for the rise of the main character of the novel 'My loyal hubby'.
To avoid her tragic end, she decides to make MC her new BFF.
Lillian decides to become the personal matchmaker of MC and ML. With all her strength, she defends the lovers against the remaining villains of the novel. With only one thought in mind - stay alive!
But all of a sudden when Lillian thinks she has finally escaped her tragedy, MC and ML die in a plane crash and leaving Lillian their son.
Together with ML's older brother, a cold, bossy CEO, Lillian has to take care of little Adrien.
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