A book were I rant about my life, give crappy life advice, and hopefully make the worlds worst book

Together series

by

Jaychan_ace



A collection of Tagalog novel.

Series #1:Living with a Delinquent(Completed)
Series #2:Living with a Popstar(Completed)
Series #3:Living with Sensei (Soon)
Series #4:Living with Mr. CEO(Soon)
Special Series: The Untold Story Of Megumi Tachibana (Soon)

N.R. Burnette was born in Port Angeles, Washington, where he grew up. At age fifteen he traveled with a drum and bugle corps across the United States, gaining his first experiences of the world. After high school he joined the US Marines, and received the Navy Achievement Medal for his work in designing a field show. His first book, Cargo Lock 5, was conceived in a small hotel room while traveling through Germany at age 31. In 2013 he released the Paphos series, a well received SF survival thriller. He made a switch to game design where he released Wolf Balls, and is now back to writing. His six kids think it is pretty cool that he can prop his television up with a book that he wrote.  Most people don't get to say that about themselves. 

When Austin brought his daughter to the unexplored planet Paphos, it was supposed to be a chance to reconnect with her. But when he and his crew of scientists discover an alien facility, all of that changes. Eager to become rich, the crew ventures in, surrounded by the remnants of an alien massacre. By the time they realize that something is there with them, it is already too late. Now Austin isn't worried about reconnecting with his daughter, he's worried about keeping her alive.

Unnatural.  Seductive. Deadly

Boylen is all of these things. The sight, touch, or even smell of her drives normal men insane. Some to the point of obsession others to the point of suicide.  Villagers call her a witch while other's call her an angel.

But, Boylen knows she neither. All she knows is she is unnatural and dangerous. And, She is left alone then no one should be hurt.
 
But, When a new preacher comes to town calling her the devil.  Boylen learns there are things much deadlier than her and she must be ready to attack.

I am suddenly alerted to the sound of an automatic weapon close by when a series of bullets are fired off. Looking over I spot the group from before. One of them held their arm up, a gun that looked to be an smg of some sort within their grasp. An area cleared from their way and I was forced to the rooves in order to see.

"Everyone listen up!" shout one who looked somewhat more important than the other two.

"We are the church of the end and this is a non believer that would not except the one true religion and shall pay for his sin!" He said while gesturing to a middle aged looking man

"You mean I wouldn't join your stupid little cult that'll be snuffed out by the military in no time at all!" Retorted the middle aged man who was being held to the ground.

"Now repent for your sins!" Several bullets found themselves in the mans head and by now a large group had gathered.

'Let's mess with them' a voice came

'No let's not.'

'But why~?'

I could imagine the pout on the face on the seemingly disembodied voice. 

'Fine anything for you~'

'Just make sure there's lots of pain!'

'Yeah yeah'

I hopped of the roof and made my way to to the center of the crowd where the cultists kept on preaching.

"So I leave for a couple hundred years and this is what it's come to, huh?"

All heads turn to me and I smirked slightly.

"Have we really devolved into public executions? I mean we had death row back then and we would see some news reports on them but we didn't have to see the poor bastards go~."

"Who are you girl!" Shouted one of the grunt looking guys.

"Me? Well I was once a normal human being but that changed as you can see. I won't go into the details as I don't want to waste your oh so precious time but don't you think this is a little...medieval?"

"Watch what you say girl!" Even though they wore masks anyone could tell they were getting angry

"Why should I listen to you? We aren't in the dark ages anymore! For gods sake people it's the 23 century, pull yourselves together!"

"Do not take the lords name in vain you insolent brat!" Shouted the guy who was preaching

"Why? I consider myself an atheist. You know someone who doesn't believe in god."

"Y-you-"

I could practically see the cogs in his head grinding together to find an answer.

"Me what? Were you about to preach again, cause I'd rather not listen to such things in my free time."

"How dare you!"

"How dare I what? Speak my mind? I kinda miss the lab it was much more restrictive there but at least I could say whatever the hell I wanted."

"Kill her!" Shouted the preacher

I moved out of the way and screams filled the air. Most of the bullets were sponged up by the guy standing behind me. A few stays made their way to the side of a woman and in another guy's stomach.

Raising my new guns I fired two shots into each of them. A leg was missing on one and the other was missing his right arm.

"Shots fired." I drag out each word so as to max out the aggravation they felt.

Firing two more shots I remove two more legs. By now the two grunts were screaming in pain as they rolled around on the ground. 

"Now I really want to draw out as much pain from you as possible but I have things to do."

"N-no don't!" I ignore the plea and send two bullets into each of their stomachs

"That's for the poor fool over there." I say pointing to the guy who took all of the bullets.

"Where do you think you're going!" 

The preacher was trying his best to shove through the crowd in order to escape. He squirms as I hold onto the collar of his jacket.

"Shows over folks, thanks for watch and I hope you come again next week!"

...

We traveled a couple of minutes until I found a suitable alley. Using half my strength I push the preacher against the wall and he coughs loudly.

"I have some questions that I would like answers to and seeing as how willing you seem I'm sure you'd be happy to answer them."

He gives a small nod.

"Let's get that annoyance off you shall we?" I move my hand to the mask but stopped half way.

"No! Don't!"

I sigh and continue, what I'm met with shocks me. He was actually a she.

"A voice changer, eh?"

I speak into the mask and a the voice of a man comes out.

"And I imagine you have some sort of binder under those clothes of yours." She shakes her head and I continue, "now what is someone as pretty as you following around a cult like they?"

She had raven black hair, icy blue eyes and small pink lips. She was several inches taller than me and it honestly kinda bothered me.

"We are not a cult!" She shouts

"Oh yes you only mindlessly do what you're told and you didn't just publicly execute a man because he didn't except your 'religion'. Oh let's also not forget you totally didn't just fire into a crowd cause someone spoke against you."


She could only turn her head away.

"Now I'm going to do something a bit risky but I need information that isn't clouded and someone important to me needs your body."

A wire comes out the back of the half circle and touched itself to her neck.

"So excited! Who knew I would find one so soon." I mumble to myself

When 20 year old college student is hunted down by truck-kun and “reincarnated” only something is wrong...

“Yes!”

“Huh? Why are you enjoying this? This isn’t part of the script!”






Well...here we are again. I said I wouldn’t but I found some inspiration and didn’t want to waste it. You probably won’t be seeing this till I have at least ten chapters ready but whatever.

(Edit a bit before this is ready to be released):
As I said idk a couple days ago I was working on a project and here it is.

Also this story did veer off of what i originally had planned but the premise is essentially the same yet also not.

(End of edit)

Warning: graphic content and swearing, lots of it. I don’t know about any spicy stuff yet but there may eventually be some spicy scenes.

Other than that there isn’t much else to talk about.

Darryl could still remember the day when he added the word God to his list of fears. It was a Sunday afternoon. Darryl generally tried to wait until nighttime to take out his list. He knew that it was safer to take the list out under the cover of darkness. He couldn't let anyone to know about the list. A boy's fears are his darkest secrets. On that Sunday, however, Darryl couldn't wait until dark to take out the list. On that Sunday, Darryl's new fear consumed him. He knew that until he was able to add the fear to the list, until he was able to write the fear down and expel it from his body, he wouldn't be able to think about anything else. Writing the fear down was the only way that Darryl knew to control it and even that didn't always work. 
On that Sunday morning, like on most Sundays, Darryl and his mother had gone to church. On that Sunday morning, unlike most Sundays, Darryl made the mistake of actually listening to the sermon. What he heard changed the way he saw everything around him. From the moment he heard that sermon until the moment that he was able to get to his list, Darryl could barely breathe. He almost hadn't been able to hold out until the afternoon, when his mother told him she was going to run to the corner store, before he was able to sneak off into his room and take out the list. The list only had two words on it then: Dad and Mom. Darryl didn't know enough about the world to be afraid of much more than that-until that morning anyway. 
Darryl and his mother went to church nearly every Sunday. She told Darryl that it was important that he have some religion in his life. Darryl hated it, especially in the summer. He found the church, the preacher, even the songs, boring. He hated the fact that he had to dress up. Darryl only had one suit. His mother had brought it for him when he was about seven years old. She intentionally purchased it a few sizes too big so that Darryl would grow into it. By that Sunday, he had grown well past growing into it. Now, the suit was too small for him. About two inches of sox stuck out below Darryl's pant legs when he stood up. He could barely breathe if he tried to button the jacket. His mother made him wear a yellow clip-on tie to match the navy blue of the suit. In the summer, the wool was stiflingly hot. Once they were in the church, the air condition provided Darryl with some relief but the walk to the church was brutal. From their apartment in Red Hook, Darryl and his mother had to walk across the highway and up a hill to get to church. By the time they got there, Darryl would be drenched in sweat. Still, that wasn't the worst part about going to church on the hot summer days. The worst part for Darryl was that he knew that while he was sitting there staring out the window, counting the moments until the ultimate Amen, other kids, luckier kids, were already down at the park, watching the baseball games. He was still too young to get into the weekend games, but he loved watching those games almost as much as playing.
On most Sundays, Darryl found it hard to concentrate on the preacher's slow, drawn out delivery. Nobody else in Darryl's world talked that way. Instead of listening to the sermon, Darryl would flip through the hymn book, reading some of the hymns. He genuinely liked a few of them. He had favorites that he would read over and over again. He loved the cadence of the Battle Hymn of the Republic and would sometimes hum to himself as he read it. "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;"-whatever that meant-"He hath loosed the faithful lightening of his terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on." Even more often, Darryl would simply stare out an open window, watching the leaves sway in the wind and daydreaming. Darryl was a world class daydreamer. As soon as he and his mother got to church, Darryl would always try to find them seats where he would have a view out one of the open windows. He knew how slow time would go if he couldn't see outside. He daydreamed about what he could be doing if his mother didn't make him go to church. He could be outside, running, playing, exploring. He could be having fun. He could be living.
For some reason that Darryl couldn't explain, on that Sunday day, despite the sun shining outside, the preacher was able to grab Darryl's attention. It was only a few words at first but on that day, once Darryl began listening to sermon, he couldn't stop. He wanted to stop but he couldn't. He wanted to daydream again but his mind and the preacher's words wouldn't let him. Darryl had never really thought about God much before. God created everything. God was everywhere. God loved him. Blah, blah, blah. That's what he was taught. That's all he remembered. But on that Sunday, the preacher told a different story. On that Sunday, the preacher talked about a God that Darryl had never heard about before.
The sermon was about Abraham. The name was new to Darryl. He knew about Jesus and Adam and King David but not about Abraham. The preacher began to tell a story about this man Abraham who God professed to love above all others, and about how God called to Abraham. Abraham, upon hearing God's call, replied simply, "Here I am." Maybe that's what first caught Darryl's attention, the simplicity of Abraham's reply to God. "Here I am." Darryl didn't think that was how he would answer God if God ever spoke to him.
The preacher went on. Darryl looked at him, standing high above the congregation, leaning on the pulpit, adorned in his fancy robes. Darryl wasn't sure if he'd ever even really looked at the preacher before. The preacher placed one hand on each of the front corners of the pulpit, hunching over it. Darryl looked behind the preacher at the giant figure nailed to the cross and Darryl listened. He never forgot the next words that the preacher spoke because they made Darryl feel like his jacket was shrinking even smaller, like the bulge of his clip-on tie was pressing into his throat, constricting his breathing. The next words made Darryl feel like his whole world was spinning out of control. "Then God said to Abraham, take your only son, Isaac, whom you love and SACRIFICE him as a burnt offering on one of the mountains." Darryl heard the enthusiasm in the preacher's voice. He heard the joy when the preacher said the word sacrifice. Something didn't make sense to him. Even in the air conditioned room, Darryl began to sweat. He looked the preacher in the eyes and for the first time that Darryl could remember, he felt something. It wasn't hatred. It wasn't love but it wasn't hatred. It was fear but it wasn't fear of the preacher. What would be the point of that?
In Darryl's memory, the preacher then began speaking only to him. 


Trevor Shane is the author of the Children of Paranoia series which has been published in six languages and which has been in development Hell in Hollywood since its publication. He is also the author of the aware-nominated novel The Memory Detective and its sequel, The Murderer’s Memories, both published under the name T.S. Nichols. He tries to write exciting books that will make both his readers’ hearts and minds race.
Before venturing into this writing career, Trevor went to law school at Georgetown University after getting his undergraduate degree in Religions Studies at Columbia University. Trevor lives in Brooklyn, New York with his wife and two very energetic children.

What would you do if God asked you to help destroy the world and everyone in it?  Would you help or would you take a stand?  
After the death of a child and the collapse of a marriage, Jim is surviving as a private detective in Los Angeles when he gets a peculiar phone call that upends his life. A rich movie producer wants to hire him to find a gorilla that has been kidnapped from the San Diego Zoo. Jim follows the trail of clues, including the business card of a mysterious gypsy fortune teller, deep into the dark abandoned subway tunnels beneath New York City. At least Jim thought they were abandoned and not the home of a strange collection of outcasts prepping for the end of the world. 
Meanwhile, a young boy secretly keeps a list of his fears in his closet, adding fears and crossing them off as he grows older. Alone near the top of the list stands a single word that has never been crossed off: “God”. 
List of Fears, a novel by Trevor Shane, is a darkly relevant, heart pounding adventure that will keep you up at night and make you ask yourself questions that you may not be ready to answer.


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Together Series (Tagalog)

YouGot7 Series

Possessed:the series

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Memories Series

Paphos Series

Boylen ( Unnatural Series #1)

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