"No matter what happens, I'll be there to protect you, Blake Crimson"

My soul has reincarnated to a different world due to protecting everyone from the terrorists. Eventually, I risked my life for the sake of my sister and killed most of the terrorist inside the room. My existence was praised and remembered as a hero who died a noble death. But for what cause? 
Fortunately, I befriended a friend who wished to be a hero. He was, in reality, up for the job, as I perceived his stats tremendously rising amongst the people in our village. By the time we went into our separate ways, our suburb was under attack by Demons. Non survived from the strafe. And there I saw my best friend, standing before the burning trees and houses, grinning as if amused from the sight before him.

"No matter what happens, I'll be there to protect you, Blake Crimson"

My soul has reincarnated to a different world due to protecting everyone from the terrorists. Eventually, I risked my life for the sake of my sister and killed most of the terrorist inside the room. My existence was praised and remembered as a hero who died a noble death. But for what cause? 
Fortunately, I befriended a peculiar person in another world who wished to be a hero. He was, in reality, up for the job, as I perceived his stats tremendously rising amongst the people in our village. By the time we went into our separate ways, our suburb was under attack by Demons. Non survived from the strafe. And there I saw my best friend, standing before the burning trees and houses, grinning as if amused from the sight before him.

Dermot looked into her eyes with love and lust in his eyes and said "Olivia, I want to live in this moment forever. I don't want to see no daylight"
*
That night was the last time Olivia Grimes ever saw Dermot, the love of her life and that last time changed her life forever. She lost everything and never became the person that she had always dreamed of.
Eight years later, Olivia Grimes met a man who changed her believe about what really happened eight years ago

Wu Feng was a mischievous young master of the Wu Clan. But that was until he was sent to be the disciple of a cultivation sect.

He imagined that he would become a powerful cultivator that overlooked the whole world, the center of admiration and respect from others, just like the dream of most young cultivators in this world.

But as he walked the lonely path of cultivation, he became aware of the darkness behind the glamorous image of cultivation world.

In a world where everyone born as cultivators, how would he grow as the holder of the rarest spiritual roots in the world?

In a world hidden behind the facade of righteousness, when he gained a mysterious object that will grant him unimaginable power, what will his choice be?

Follow Wu Feng as he grew in a world that made him question his beliefs and path again and again.

After almost 5 minutes, they climbed down. Their faces were filled with astonishment. They still didn't recover from the shock earlier. They looked at me with wide eyes. 
"Yo.. you.. how?" They asked, dumbfounded.
"Experience." I said and shrugged my shoulders carelessly. 
"How?" They exclaimed at the same time, still in shock.
"We don't have time for this. It's 2 in the morning." I reminded them. 
They quickly came out of their daze. Their usual mischievousness, concentration, playfulness, all returned.
"Let's go." They again pulled me by my hands toward the car parked outside. 
Don't ask me what's that doing there. Apparently, they have their ways. 
"Stay by my sides all the time. I am not planning to get kidnapped today." I said jokingly. 
They suddenly stopped. The mischievousness, concentration, playfulness, all gone. They suddenly became serious.
I looked at them weirdly.
"God forbids but we swear, whoever thinks of hurting you, we will punish them in such a way that they will regret the day they were born." They said with such a dangerous glint that it gave me goosebumps. 
I gulped and nodded slowly.
And then they smiled sweetly like they weren't serious a minute ago. 
Bipolar!
We got into the car. It was a two seater. So, I had to sit on Scott's lap as Sean was the driver for now. I don't mind though. Remember, when I told you I was a cuddly person, that's what I meant. And they both have huge bodies compared to a normal 17 years old boy and it's comfortable.
Soon, we reached our destination. We came out of the car. It looks like a construction area. There were buildings that were half completed. I am guessing they are the government's property after reading the boards. 
"What are we doing here? It looks abandoned. I think it's the government's property." I said nervously. 
"And we are going to have fun with the government's property." Sean smirked.
Then they pulled me toward one of the buildings and handed me something that they took out of their backpack. 
"Spray paint?" I asked them while frowning.
"Yeah. Now let's show some creativity." Saying that they started to draw on the wall by the spray paints. 
I looked at them shocked.
"What?! Are you guys crazy? It's the government's property! We can't do that!" I exclaimed in horror. 
"You are so innocent, princess." Sean cooed while pinching my left cheek. 
Grey.. my twin. He still didn't stop poking my left cheek.
"It's fun. You will like it." Scott said.
"What's fun in there?" I asked irritatedly.
"Well, it's 2:30 right now. Exactly after twenty minutes, two police officers will come here for a round and they will see us. Then they will start to chase us and we will run. And that's the fun. The adrenaline rush is really strong and refreshing." Sean explained dreamily. 
I looked at them with wide eyes and my jaw was almost touching the ground. 
"You both are mad! Completely crazy! It's risky not fun! It's illegal. Oh my gosh! What I got myself into? What if we get caught?" I blabbered in horror.
"Nothing will happen. Just run like your life depends on it." Scott shrugged carelessly. 
"16 minutes left." Saying that they concentrated back on drawing. 
I am not planning to draw something. I looked around to see their previous arts. They drew almost at every wall. And let me tell you the arts were amazing. 
I looked back at them. It looks like they knew what to draw today. I took a black spray and walked toward the right side of the wall where they usually sign their signature. I started to write their nickname in bold letters which I saw in their previous arts. 
 'THE MAD BOYS'
Suddenly, I heard sirens. Shit! It's the cops. 
"RUN!" Saying that Sean took a hold of my hand and we started toward the place where we hid our car. It looks like they already packed their bags.
I looked back to see Scott was still there and was writing something where I wrote their nickname. 
"Scott! Come back! What are you doing!" I shouted at him in horror. 
He could get caught! 
I was going to go toward him to pull him with me but Sean pulled me hard and we again ran toward the car. We ran in full speed while the cops pointed their torch at us to see our face. They weren't lying when they said about the adrenaline rush. That was crazy!
"Don't worry. He will be here in a moment." Saying that he sat inside the car with me on his lap.
After around one minute, Scott took his seat on the driver's seat and we were off there at full speed. 
Before completely leaving the property, I looked back at the building where we were showing off our creativity. 
I gasped audibly. It was a girl with open hair. She looked confident and strong. Her hair was flowing beautifully with the air and she was wearing a crown. The whole art was done by black spray. It was amazing. And Scott added something more to my writing.
"MAD BOYS AND THEIR PRECIOUS PRINCESS" 
"Sleep, little one. We will carry you till your room. We have a secret path where we don't need to climb. We climbed for fun back then." Sean said while chuckling. 
"Are we going to go there again?" I asked while a small yawn left my mouth. 
"If you want, then we are definitely going there again." Scott smiled.
"But, remember, it's our little secret." Sean said. 
"Promise." I smiled sleepily.
I had a huge smile on my face before falling asleep on Sean, because I really felt special at that gesture. 
***
I yawned again.
"You yawned again for the nth time in five minutes. What did you do all night?" Sarah asked with a frown. 
I just reached school and I was late. After meeting my brothers and cousins I met my friends at our lockers. As I slept so little last night, I was sleepy now. 
"I am just really tired." I said in a low voice.
"Here, have some water." Sofia passed me a bottle of water. 
I thanked her and started to drink.
"GIRLS!" Natasha shouted suddenly, which made me jump. 
"What the! Why are you shouting early in the morning?" I seethed at her. 
"Sorry.." She said sheepishly.
"Now tell us what happened but in a low voice." Erin said. 
I started to drink again. 
"The famous night painters, the mad boys have a new member!" She exclaimed excitedly. 
My eyes widened. I immediately spit the waters out of my mouth and started to cough.
Lava immediately started to rub my back to soothe me. 
"Are you okay?" They asked worriedly. 
"Ye.. yeah, I am fine. What were you talking about earlier? Famous night painters? The mad boys?" I asked nervously. 
"You don't know about them?" Sarah asked in shock.
I nodded my head negatively. 
"Gosh! Don't you watch news or follow them on Instagram?" Erin asked in disbelief.
"I am really lost now. News? Instagram? What are you guys talking about?" I asked urgently.
Sean, Scott! I will scratch your faces badly if I land in any troubles.
"'The mad boys' . They are famous for their paintings on the walls at the abandoned buildings." Lava said. 
"Nobody knows how they look. They always paint late at night and escape before the cops arrive." Erin said. 
"Their arts are amazing. They are really famous among the youngsters as everybody wants to do something daring but never dares." It was Sarah.
"But recently they are messing with the government's property. As whatever they are doing is actually illegal, make them a news." Sofia explained.
I listened to them with shock written all over my face. My sleep ran away long ago.
"And it's their latest art on their Instagram and a picture of three of them painting the walls. The new member is a girl. The photo was taken by the cops." Natasha showed me a piece of our last night adventure.
Thank god, our faces weren't visible as we were facing our back toward the camera.
"Wait, Instagram? Their real account?" I asked in horror.
"No, their fan page." Natasha said. 
I sighed in relief.
Wow, they even have a fan page!
"It's the most beautiful painting by them till now." Sarah commented.
"Their precious princess.." Erin read the words on the painting and looked at me with a frown.
"Someone also has a precious princess apart from the Winchesters." Lava also looked at me. 
Shit! 
But I quickly composed myself and put on a blank face. 
"What?" I asked in a bored tone.
"Seems like you have a competition." Natasha said, making others chuckle. 
I rolled my eyes at them.
"Yeah, right." 
I am so excited and looking forward to my upcoming stay with the 'S brothers'. 
Please do me a favor and note my sarcasm. 


Out of 9 foster family, it is the 4th one that turns out to be abusive. So, she is going to do what she is best at doing.

She will run away.

But this time, 15 years old Grace, bounce back to the city from where it all started. But the city have some secrets and surprises that she isn't ready for.

What happens when some very rich family adopts her because of her name, which reminds them someone very dear to them.

As time goes, secret starts to unfold. Secrets that reveals connection, that she is unable to accept and she won't accept. And she will do the only thing she is best at - 'Run'

But running away seems difficult this time, as her foster guardian aka foster brothers are very sure to never let their precious little princess go away from them, again.

But, are they really her foster brothers??

And what happens when a boy with a charming smile bumps with her to change her and her life completely? What would be her reaction when she will find out about the intention behind those charming smile? An intention to hurt her family, an intention to hurt her. An intention to take revenge behalf of his sister.. 

Hurt, betrayal, revenge, secrets.. also a little bit of happiness, care and love. That is her life. Her journey..


But Grace is sure that her journey after adoption is going to be a disaster but she promises to make it graceful.

After Blake left for town, Jackie called the kids inside, with promises they could return to their minnow hunt later.

Together, Jackie and Amy spent some time inventorying bed linens for the various cabins.  As they worked, Amy described the day shed gone with Blake to help set up one of the remote guest cabins.  Having grown up in the spotlight, she had precious little experience with such a mundane domestic task as making beds and had struggled hilariously to get the job completed.  The pair laughed amiably as they completed the inventory.

Ready for a break, Jackie called the children to go back outside while she and Amy sank onto a pair of deck chairs overlooking the lake.

I have so many ideas for this place, Jackie said, stirring artificial sweetener into her iced tea.

Amy sipped her tea just as it was, then set her glass on the small table between them.

I cant imagine what it was like to grow up here, she said.  Its such a legacy for you and Blake.  And now for Grant and Emma.

Jackie smiled at her children playing at the shore end of the dock, using the tiny fishing lines Blake had given them to try to catch minnows that swam in the shallow water.

I cant compare since its all I knew, she admitted, but I do know that during those few years I lived in the suburbs, I missed the peace and the quiet.

What would you do with the lodge, if you could do anything you wanted?  Amy looked at Jackie curiously.

Jackie gazed dreamily across the water.  Well, Id upgrade the whole place.  She looked at Amy.  Not modernize it, I wouldnt want to lose the rustic charm, but  She sighed, thinking of the capital it would take to make the place everything she envisioned.  Amy watched her, waiting for her to speak.

I would put in new beds, update the kitchenettes but use vintage-looking appliances, restore the rooms in the main house to use as guest rooms like they used to be, build a little house for the kids and me to live in  She smiled sheepishly.  Not that Ive put a lot of thought into it, Jackie laughed.

Amy smiled.  I think you have some great ideas.  This is such a special place.  Id love to see you do really well.

While she was speaking, Jackie became aware of the buzz of an airplane in the distance.  Normally, shed assume it was Blake.  Her eyes darted beyond Grant and Emma, to where Blakes De Havilland Beaver floated, moored to the end of the dock.  But Blakes plane is here.

Now that they were quiet, the buzz seemed louder.  Both women looked in the direction of the noise.  The plane, a small pontoon plane quite like Blakes, was coming closer and seemed to be descending toward the far south end of the lake.

What the Jackie murmured.

Using their hands to shield their eyes from the glare of the afternoon sun, they rose from their chairs.  White spray fantailed behind the twin pontoons as the plane landed at the far end of Lake Miranda.  Even Grant and Emma lost interest in their fishing as the plane motored its way toward them.

Maybe youd better get in the house, Jackie said to Amy.

Im not leaving you to deal with whatever this is.

They made their way down the deck steps and across to the dock.  Go inside, kids, Jackie said.

But Mom, Grant protested.

Dont but Mom me, do as I say.

Aw, man!

Aw, man, Emma echoed.

In the house.  Now. Jackie marched purposefully down the dock, and Amy followed along behind her.  Torn, Jackie still debated sending Amy into the house with the children.  Unconsciously, she stepped between Amy and the intruder.

The plane was mere yards away from the dock by this time.  Squinting against the glare, Jackie could see the pilot, his face obscured by green aviator sunglasses and huge headphones.  He appeared to have a light blond beard and mustache.

As he got closer, he cut the engine, and the lake was quiet again.  The door popped open and the pilot swung himself down and grabbed a paddle from the inner side of one of the pontoons, using it to maneuver the aircraft toward the dock.

Headphones removed, Jackie saw that the man had long, thick honey-blond hair that hung in a braid down his back.  He gave a little salute as he got closer.  To Jackies relief, he didnt seem to have a camera.  But her hackles were up anyway.

No.  Jackie shook her head firmly.  You cant be here.  Just go on back to wherever you came from, this is a private dock.

But, the stranger began.

Nope, no buts.  Youll have to go now.  Jackie planted her feet shoulder-width apart and crossed her arms.

I talked to Blake a couple of weeks ago, told him Id be stopping by.  The stranger smiled reassuringly.  Up close, he was tall, well over six feet, and his forest green polo shirt clung to muscular shoulders and upper arms.  Short sleeves showed tats up both arms.  Khaki shorts revealed strong legs flecked with light hair, and on his feet, he wore battered brown leather boots.

Hed gotten the plane to within a few feet of the dock.  To tie up, a couple of the skiffs would need to be moved.

Wait, Amy surprised Jackie, are you Scott?

The mans face lit up in a smile, and he nodded.  Im Scott Nielsen, I used to work with Blake.  You must be Amy?

Hands back on her hips, Jackie moved in front of Amy again.  Um, yes, Amy frowned.  Blake told you about me?

Scott laughed.  Were pretty tight, Blake and me.  Hes like the little brother I never knew I wanted.

He laughed again.  And I guess that makes you Jackie.  Holding the line to the plane, he stepped onto the dock, moved the sunglasses to the top of his head, and offered his hand.  Scott Nielsen.  Sorry I just barged in on you like this.  I sort of thought Blake would be here.

Slowly, Jackie reached for Scotts hand.  Hes in town, but hell be back soon.  I didnt mean to be rude, its just that weve had a little bit of trouble recently  Her voice trailed off as she stared into his bright blue eyes.

Scott frowned.  Trouble?

Jackie shook her head sharply as though to clear the cobwebs.  Oh, never mind.  Lets get you tied off.  Can I offer you some iced tea?

Ten minutes later, Scott was seated at the kitchen table.  He gratefully accepted the glass of iced tea Jackie offered.  So, there was some trouble? he prompted.

Oh, that, well  Jackie flicked Amy a look.

Someone was here trespassing yesterday, Amy explained.  Blake went to pick up Jackie and the kids at the airport.  I was here alone, but Id taken Bear and gone across the lake.

Scott knew Blakes dog from the many photos hed seen.  He frowned slightly.  Did the intruders steal anything, or what?

Again, Jackie looked to Amy as if posing a silent question.  The redhead nodded.  Jackie turned to Scott.  We think they were photographers trying to get to Amy.

Scott assessed Amy thoughtfully.  Hed thought she looked familiar.  Youre Shasta Pyke, the actress, he said softly.

She nodded.  Im Amy, really.  Shastas just  Well, its just a stage name.  Anyway, we think they might have been looking for me.  I, um, her face reddened.  I got into some trouble a couple of months ago.  Instead of jail, the court sent me here for six weeks.  The photographers are trying to get a shot of me in rehab.  Its, well, its stupid.  She rolled her eyes.  Thats why, when you pulled up, we thought you might be them.

He turned to Jackie, eyeing her with renewed respect.  You werent going to let just anybody roll up in here, were you?  Youre a pretty tough lady.

Jackie colored slightly.  I feel responsible to keep her safe.  I guess were all a little on edge over the trespassing.  Its never been a problem before.

Just then, they heard the front door open.  Hello?  Amy?  Jackie?  Where is everybody? Blake called.  A moment later, he strode into the kitchen.

Scott looked up from the kitchen table where he sat between Jackie and Shasta.  Whats up, my brother? he grinned.  Ive just been getting acquainted with your lovely sister.  And your lovely lady.

Holy shit, I couldnt imagine whose plane that was.  As Blake closed the distance between them, Scott stood, and the two embraced each other.  Its been too long, man.

That it has.  That it has.  Scott grinned mischievously.  Wanna see my new ride?



LUKE & BELLA
Traveling the world is the job of a lifetime.
No wonder they fell in love.
Too bad Luke forgot to mention to Bella that he’s Dominant.
LOST & BOUND
Spoiled Hollywood starlet Shasta is used to getting her own way.
She’s met her match in Dominant mountain man Blake.
FOR SPARROW
Judd promised to look after young widow Jessi until she finds a new Dominant.
What if he’d like to be that man?
WARRIOR MINE
Can strong, independent single mom Jackie possibly agree to submit to Dominant outdoorsman Scott?
Sex scenes/explicit content, Suggest age range 18+
The Dream Dominant Collection is by Pandora Spocks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

I called for Mrs. Scott as I walk towards her with no amount of hesitation. The attention of the people around loses sense while all the way proceeding to their everyday work with nothing much enthusiasm.
Mrs. Scott faced away from her servant and took a glimpse on me, her face rather not convinced, "Ohm… yeah-" After, she laid back again her moody eyes towards him and demanded superiorly; her fingers held on her hips leaning forward a little to intimidate him, "-Once I count from one to five, you should retreat at once from my sight-" She closed her eyes deepening her placidity from engaging more into an outrage, "One- " In a blink of an eye, the frantic tuxedo man dashed out of the scene before Mrs. Scott advance to number two.
As Mrs. Scott's aura of dominance filled the air, I beamed awkwardly whereas Christina stood stonily. The shattered mug on the ground left undisturbed. The cold wind heated up. The lack of ecstasy throughout the day worsened. 'Old ladies can be scary at times… Somehow most of them are but otherwise, I don't think so.'
The cold silence casted a disconcerting vibe, smelting the colours of the rainbows inside. The rolling of the wheels roared behind as one group of workers dragged their stretcher along, with constant orders sounding through the setting. The whistling of birds outside swatted the negativity nearby; only to give out stressing calls for the pessimistic. It took me a while to pull Mrs. Scott out of her generic mood.
I stood in front and commented casually, "Browbeating that guy… is insanely indelicate. "I sighed inwardly, "You've been doing that since the first time…"
Mrs. Scott snorted; her face whitened as the fear convulsed through her skin, "I… had a reason- "I shut her off, squeezing plainly my words, "Anybody has a reason. I had a reason. Christina also had a reason and you as well."  She responded astoundingly; her pupils scattered away from me in desperation, "Sure- but-"
Christina meanwhile, added; her eyes sparkled while keeping up with us, not likely to be ignored, "We were born for many reasons… that's what Aiden is trying to tell." Having heard that I complained inside, my big brain hurting as always, 'That's not what I'm trying to tell, dammit.'
I glowered, linking my telepathy towards Christina, 'What's with you?' She pulled a thumbs up with a contented grin, 'Let me be, please. That's not helping her at all.' 'Who gets to say that?' 'Me, of course.'
Mrs. Scott protested clenching firmly her chest as the pain settled inside her, "You don't understand…- "She looked alertly sideways, not letting anyone eavesdrop on her, "- I've been fantasizing about him being the murderer of my child. I can't take it as a joke… I'm well aware that he might be one of those pawns our opposing company delivered to menace us." Christina extended her gaze on her; her mouth dropped open in dismay, "Wait… What do you mean?"
I'd never thought that might happen; in fact, I could tell from her diction that she's dubious of her own observation- one that often acknowledge a person to heed every occurrence in a way to dissolve them from stabling once more. I assured; my inscrutable face awoken, "That might happen. Yes, I know. But being a pilgrim for that 'assumption' does make everything perilous… You are one of those thing they control over because your self-conscious… and sensitive for no visible reason- "I stared at her tilting my head on the side as she blinked and furrowed her eyes denying everything I said, "No need to twist everything that unfolds in front of you. In a way, your life won't be manipulated by this so called 'opponent' of yours."
Mrs. Scott wasn't satisfied with me. Her dank eyes weighed down as she went forward near me while compressing my sleeve in agitation, "I tell you! He's one of them. Those people who attempted to bring the case back on the surface to dampen the company's reputation and Walter's present well-being." As she said that, my brain boiled in bamboozlement, 'Case? Bring back the case?'
Then again, an awful memory jugged through me. 'Having said that, Albert's upper lips edged and his eyebrows furrowed as he glowered, ready to aim his second strike at my skull, "-After all he still had deep concerns over your departure, even though you triggered an offense that will cause his company to downgrade financially and communally!" 'Somehow it matches up… but am I one of this people who does this out of threat? I'm not sure if I've done such thing with my petty brain… another flashback passed by, 'He bit his down lip while his chin jutted not believing what I had stated, "-So you got amnesia, huh? - "'I'm not. I can still remember every single of them… please stop.
I clutched my head, biting my lip trying to defeat my 'ego' from acting up as another abhorrent reminiscence scooted through my nerves, 'An old man with a large moustache yelled vehemently on me, "You're an ill-wisher… so does your mother!"' No… they don't connect. There is no way such a thing could be this coincidence.
My belly bloated as an urgent feeling of nausea crept through, holding my stomach together from leaking my intestines out. Mrs. Scott held my arms, mouthing words I can't perceive; likely bewildered of this sudden sensation. Her feet tapped on the floor, eyeing at Christina for assistance.
Christina in a lightning flash rushed to me as she saw me bowing desperately for resistance, "Hang on, I'll assist you to the comfort room-" She sniggered in disgust, "Let your diarrhea sink in… for now." As she said that, my mind bounced back to my former state… although my stool is kicking out again in a flash. 'Great,'
I held my knee in a leaning position, steading my back as I watched Mrs. Scott chuckle, "Don't fret about it- "My stomach growled in a quick temper as I demanded towards Christina-, "It's coming out! Quick!"
Instead of helping me, she stood by; her head turned away from me, "Eww! Don't get closer to me!" That's it. At this time, I knew that the only problem I had to sink in to myself is the fact that I had to go to the CR after these horrible memories came through me. I clapped on my mind with a bored face, 'Way to go, Aiden.'
-
After freshening myself in a nearby comfort room, Christina and I were walking continuously side by side through the wide hall as the admitting department marched backwards. Several people with a disposable mask lined up two metres away from each other, holding forms and texting on their phones. Disregarding the sounds of the environment, the hospital fell silent. 'Tranquillity is one efficient way to avoid every people from being affected by the virus… Better than putting on a mask, in my opinion.'
I was observing as usual the interaction of people when suddenly Christina threw me a first aid kit. I caught it instinctively with a shock Pikachu face. She insisted me; her eyebrows tilted outwards, "Use this. After doing these simple steps, consult Doc. Kelsy." I ranted on her, knowing that she's letting me do it myself, "How about you help me?!-" I placed my hand on the other, gesturing her to listen up, "You're well-aware that I've been walking like this the whole time and you didn't bother helping me… and you call yourself a 'nurse'!" She glared at me with a scowl, "Who cares about you anyway?" Having heard that, I screamed at her in response, "Wow, so indignant! Nurse had to aid patients regardless of hatred and discrimination and now, you're leaving me like this!"
She ignored the topic while looking away from me with a rapid roll on her eye, "So when did you meet Mrs. Scott?" "Try to avoid and I'll keep on disturbing you later this night. I bet you'll see me as someone much scarier than Albert." She snapped after I mentioned him, clearly spooked, "You!"
I cut her off going off topic, annoyed by her expected rumbling, "Okay, I'll answer that question of yours." "Stop being uptight! You're making excuses to anger me."
I neglected her, pushing myself away from her as I answered with a smile, "I met her because she asked me for a meal. But since I'm a generous guy, I complied in a heartbeat." She sounded a 'tch', "I bet you were only doing that to zip her mouth. Knowing you."
Out of the blue, I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me with a strong feeling of displeasure. My chest was an inch away from her. She blushed, definitely unattended with my murderous look.
We stayed on this state in a while as blurry spheres of red oozed through the air. Her warm breath cascaded my neck as her little shivers vibrated on my palm. She announced shamefully, letting her head low as she gave up on me, "Mrs. Scott is Albert's mother… I wanted you to know that." My eyes widened as I heard that. 'Umm…. What?'

(This is a general fiction story taking place around the COVID-19 pandemic with an ill-natured journalist as the protagonist.)

Have you ever feel the pain our heroes had gone through? Then this story will help you get closer as new challenges and learnings unfolds in front of them.

Introduction :

Aiden Ferrel had forgotten most of the things he knew about his life, including his past tortures around people who he knew by then was significant throughout.

When by that time he had a commision to film a document about the hardships and sacrifices of medical workers around the current war, fragments of memories had gone through him- All that is enough to infuriate him.

As he went closer to them, he had a feeling of sentiments running throughout - a feeling that will no longer sustain himself.

"Let us create blissful memories and I'll capture it with my all my heart... before our time ends."

(Also please read my review first before reading 'Distancing with You.')

Book Cover by: blackwhiterose1608

"Hahahaha!"
Hearty laughter resounded through the heaven and earth. Exercising various divine abilities and magical powers, many Heaven Immortals were traveling to Puluo Heavenly Realm with their disciples, filling the void with streams of bright light, clouds, flood dragons, Luan, white deers, white cranes, and many other peculiar transportation methods. The sky was decorated with numerous strange, blinking lights. The atmosphere was filled with breezes that wafted waves of fragrance in every direction. Some Immortals who liked to show off even brought entire palaces, pavilions, or small hills with their immortal energy, rushing all the way towards Puluo Heavenly Realm.
Today was the day that the match between two immortal sects, Yuan Hua Sect and Huiling Sect, would be held. Those Heaven Immortals who heard the news, including those from Puluo Heavenly Realm and several tens of nearby heavenly realms, had set out with their disciples, rushing to Puluo Heavenly Realm so they could witness the grand event.
The disciples from both sects would fight in a match, deciding the ownership of a planet rich in energy stones that had never been harvested. It was an event that could almost determine the next ten thousand years of development of an immortal sect.
And immediately following that would be the one on one match between the Ancestral Masters of two sects, which would then decide the ownership of their bases. It was a match that would directly influence the survival of an immortal sect. Even if one of the sects did win the planet, if they lost their own base, the foundation of their very existence, that sect would soon fall into decay.
It had been over several tens of Periods since a direct collision between two great immortal sects had ever happened. Thus, it sparked curiosity among the Immortals, turning everyone's hearts boiling with excitement, and driving them all the way to Puluo Heavenly Realm, so that they could witness the event personally. It was especially true for the rest of the immortal sects in Puluo Heavenly Realm, as they paid the utmost attention to the result of the match. Despite the final result, the overall strength of both immortal sects would definitely be greatly affected. Perhaps, it would be the rare chance for some of the smaller immortal sects to rise in power.
With all sorts of thoughts and objectives harbored in their minds, over one thousand and three hundred Heaven Immortals from Puluo Heavenly Realm and nearby heavenly realms rushed over to be the onlookers. And surprisingly, a few Immortal Monarchs from nearby heavenly realms were here with their immortal officials as well, all looking very excited and full of interest.
Waves of fragrance and colorful clouds filled the sky above Liu Sa Immortal Abode where Immortal Chuan dwelt. Many Heaven Immortals gathered in small groups on clouds, offering warm greetings to their friends who had just arrived. Immortals spent years in cultivating, and usually, a few thousand years would pass in a blink of an eye with just one secluded meditation. Thus, many of them had not seen each other for several tens of thousands of years. Now that they finally met, it was natural they were offering each other warm greetings with a joyful mood.
Over one thousand and three hundred Heaven Immortals brought several tens of thousands of their disciples here. They came on all sorts of bizarre steeds; some of them had furs that glinted dazzlingly, some with horns that shone brightly, while some had waves of water, fire, wind, or clouds carrying them. The sky was smeared with countless strange and colorful gleams emanating from them, giving the place an immortal touch, and making it look completely different from the mortal world. Every now and then, there would be some immortals arriving on clouds, and it would always attract many voices of exclamation, whispers, and laughter.
All of a sudden, a radiance of bright, clean light sprinkled down from above, as a large cloud carried over one hundred cultivators, quickly descending from a high altitude. Immortal Chuan raised his head and gave it a glance, then clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Nice, our fellow Immortals from Huiling Sect are here! Now, we just need to wait for the people of Yuan Hua Sect!"
Reverend Huilin, who was severely wounded and looked no better than one year ago, brought the group of over one hundred disciples and came before all the Immortals. He was clad in a bright red Daoist robe, and a Daoist crown with a flame flickering on his head. Upon arriving, he darted his eyes here and there, cupping fists as he said, "Thank you for coming all the way here, my fellow Immortals. After Huiling Sect wins the match today, I shall hold a banquet for everyone in celebration of the victory!"
Everyone nodded with a smile on their faces. Apart from some Heaven Immortals who were friendly with Huiling Sect, the rest of them did not take his words seriously. How was he so sure that he would win the match? In fact, during the course of one thousand years of fighting against each other for the planet, while Yuan Hua Sect lost a group of Nascent Soul and Nascent Divinity disciples, Huiling Sect lost an elder of Thirty-Fifth Tier Heaven Immortal realm. It made Huiling Sect suffer a greater loss compared to the Yuan Hua Sect. So, how could he be so confident that he would win the match today?
As all Immortals could live almost forever, it was natural that their lives were dull and boring most of the time. Standing right next to Immortal Chuan was Reverend Miao Miao, the Immortal Monarch of Hua Luo Heavenly Realms, which was adjoined to Puluo Heavenly Realm. He fished out a large bowl from under his sleeve and shouted, "My fellow Immortals, listen to me! As we are witnessing a grand event today, isn't it just boring if we don't have a game of sorts? Now, place your bet here, you can bet on the match between the disciples of two sects, as well as the match between both the Ancestral Masters. Come, come and place your bet! The lowest best will be one immortal stone! Hahaha!"
Reverend Huilin's face took on a ghastly expression. 'While my disciples and I are fighting the match with our lives here, you, Reverend Miao Miao, are using this as a game?'
Gnashing his teeth, he figured out that with Huiling Sect's current overall strength, there was absolutely no way he could fight against the power of Heaven in Hua Luo Heavenly Realm represented by Reverend Miao Miao. Furthermore, he himself was far from matching up to Reverend Miao Miao's overall strength, who was a Twenty-Sixth Tier Heaven Immortal. Therefore, although his chest was filled with pent-up anger, he could only force a smile on his face, nodding and gesturing to the surrounding Immortals.
Among all the Heaven Immortals present, at least ninety percent of them were extremely bored. So, upon hearing that Reverend Miao Miao was hosting a game, they smiled, each took out a jade slip, and threw into the bowl, which recorded the side they bet and the amount of their wager. With Reverend Miao Miao, the immortal official of the Heaven hosting the game, they did not worry that they might not be able to receive their profits later on.
When it came to a gamble between Immortals, the wager they used would always be the rare and precious immortal stones. Among those who placed their bets, quite a few of them were having a decent wealth, and each of them had placed a heavy wager of over ten immortal stones. It was especially so for a few Heaven Immortals who came from Hua Luo Heavenly Realms, as they wished to curry favor with Reverend Miao Miao, their bets were extra heavy. Some of them even bet thirty pieces of lower-grade immortal stones!
The overwhelming response made Reverend Miao Miao grin from ear to ear, revealing his two rows of shining, white teeth. Quietly, he gave Immortal Chuan a meaningful wink, and they immediately reached a mutual agreement - as Reverend Miao Miao was hosting the game, he would take a cut from the total wager, while Immortal Chuan would receive fifty percent of the total profit as the landlord.
While all the Immortals were placing their bets and filling the void with numerous streams of light, a blinding glare suddenly burst out of the Grand Universal Teleportation Formation of Puluo Heavenly Realm. Before long, led by Daoist Chi, Immortal Green Staff, and Goddess Green Melon, the group of 110 cultivators from Yuan Hua Sect paced out of the formation. Compared to those Immortals who came here with their own divine abilities and magical powers, the method they chose to come here was extremely low-profile.
With both eyes gone wide, Reverend Huilin glared at Daoist Chi as he bellowed, "Daoist Chi, where is Yuan Hua?!"
Not wanting to give an impression of weakness, Daoist Chi glared back at Reverend Huilin and said coldly, "My Master is regulating his breath in a quiet place, building up his spirit so that he can kill someone with his sword later!"
Reverend Huilin was taken aback, and he frowned immediately. The one on one match between him and Patriarch Yuan Hua would be held immediately after the match between their disciples. However, right before the match of the two Immortals, one of them impatiently brought his disciples, traveling all the way from Huang Qiao Planet, while the other was sitting cross-legged somewhere in Puluo Heavenly Realm, exercising his cultivation technique and regulating his breath. It became rather obvious that who was more superior. Patriarch Yuan Hua had made his first move without actually doing anything, and even gained himself a slight advantage over Reverend Huilin.
Reverend Huilin's heart sunk. The circulation of his immortal energy became sluggish, and his mind became confused and disconcerted. But, he thought of the trump card he had very quickly. After a brief moment of pondering, he grinned coldly and regained his composure. He nodded and said, "Yuan Hua always covets little advantages. Hehe, why is he still regulating his breath now? Could that make his injury fully recover?"
He shook his head and laughed indifferently, then cupped his fist at Immortal Chuan and said, "Immortal Monarch, please be the witness for the match between the two sects!"
Immortal Chuan laughed heartily, then turned to the four Immortals standing next to him, among which were Reverend Miao Miao from Hua Luo Heavenly Realms, Immortal Zheng Miao from Yuan Luo Heavenly Realm, Immortal Wang You from Mi Luo Heavenly Realm, and Pilgrim Gu He from Cang Luo Heavenly Realm. "Fellow Immortal Monarchs, why don't you join me as the witnesses for the match? I believe it will make a great story for our future generations in all five Luo Heavenly Realms!"
Reverend Miao Miao and the other three Immortals nodded with a smile as they agreed to Immortal Chuan's suggestion. For these Immortals who could live forever and felt extremely bored, if a fun game such as this were to spread, it could allow them to enjoy the pleasures of retrospection for the next several tens of Periods. On top of that, a grand event like this could potentially bring great benefits to their reputation. Therefore, they were more than happy to be the witnesses.
Hiding among Yuan Hua Sect's disciples, Wu Qi kept looking at Pilgrim Gu He who stood right next to Immortal Chuan. While the rest of the Immortal Monarchs were either clad in Daoist robes or official outfits of the Heaven, a vague immortal gleam emitting from their bodies, Pilgrim Gu He had a completely different look. He had a clean-shaven head with incense scars, clad in a green monk robe and wearing a pair of straw sandals. A string of Buddhist meditating beads was seen twining on his left wrist, each of the beads as large as a chicken egg. Apparently, he was a Buddhist cultivator who had attained a significant cultivation base.
This was the first time Wu Qi met a Buddhist cultivator in this world. Pilgrim Gu He was a skinny man, and he always wore a solemn expression. Vaguely, there were golden gleams that kept flowing across his skin, an evidence that he had cultivated his Vajra body, a unique cultivation technique of Buddhism, to a very strong level. As a matter of fact, those Vajra Arhats of Buddhism were one of the rare existences that could compete with Heavenly Dragons in term of their fleshly bodies' strength.
A green wooden medallion was hanging on his waist, on top of which, four relics were carved. They glinted dazzlingly, showing that he was a Vajra Arhat with the cultivation base of Twenty-Fourth Tier Heaven Immortal realm, one tier higher than Immortal Chuan.
As if he just noticed Wu Qi's glance, Pilgrim Gu He turned suddenly to him, clasping his palms together and silently chanting the name of Buddha.
The soundless chant rang out directly in Wu Qi's mind, "Amitabha! Dear alms-giver, there is a fate between you and the Buddha!"
It gave Wu Qi a fright, and made his hair stand on their ends. He suddenly recalled those fantasy novels he read back on Earth. Wasn't this Pilgrim Gu He behaving exactly like those monks in the stories? They always had the same line of 'Dear alms-giver, there is a fate between you and the Buddha!', and then the precious treasures belonging to the 'alms-giver' would become theirs, while disciples with excellent latent potentials would become their disciples as well. This was the trick that these monks really liked to play!
Wu Qi did not expect that just giving Pilgrim Gu He a brief glance immediately created a fate between them! There was no way he could be convinced that he was a monk in his past life!
With an embarrassing smile on his face, Wu Qi quickly turned around and grabbed Princess Zhang Le's hand, showing that he was just an ordinary mortal who was in no way related to Buddhism. Pilgrim Gu He stared in shock for a brief moment, then curved his lips into a smile while moving it a little. Immediately, his voice rang out in Wu Qi's mind again, "Alms-giver, don't be scared and don't panic. Listen to me, there really is fate between you and the Buddha! Sooner or later, you will be converted to Buddhism, and we will study the ultimate principles of the universe together. For those who are following you, as long as they are your friends, they can join us as well. They can be Bodhisattva, Vajra, or the Guardians of the Buddha. No matter which they choose, they will always attain the ultimate fruit of righteousness. We, the Buddhists, have three thousand Great Dao which they can choose from, and every single one will help them attain the ultimate fruit of righteousness. The Nirvana of Buddhism is the ultimate home for everyone. The power of Buddhism cultivation techniques is boundless. It is..."
Pilgrim Gu He talked endlessly for at least the time to finish a full meal. Sweat broke out all over Wu Qi's body and trickled down his back, and he nearly let loose a torrent of abuse. How could anybody endure the pain of having ten thousand flies nagging and babbling right next to their ears constantly?
All of a sudden, a loud uproar broke out and interrupted Pilgrim Gu He's nagging.
Then, Wu Qi, who had his head spinning from earlier, heard Immortal Chuan say proudly, "That's right, the venue for the match between disciples of both sects will be at the place which I've found recently - the remains of an ancient mansion that once belonged to the human race!"
An ancient mansion that once belonged to the human race? What was that? Wu Qi quickly went through Lady Dark Gold Water's memory, but he found nothing.
Meanwhile, all the Immortals present were already shouting and yelling excitedly.


He who steals a hook gets hanged as a crook; he who steals a kingdom becomes a duke. 
Those who steal the world and the hearts of the people become a Divine Immortal.
The Dao of the universe is boundless, and the will of mortals is limitless.
Follow me and watch how I alone use my hands to steal the heavens!
Translator's synopsis: An unexpected discovery in Machu Picchu has transported a young professional thief from Earth to a world filled with mystical powers and evil plots. With his beloved teacher and best friend killed during the calamity, his only goal is to become stronger, so that he can take revenge for them.This is a novel filled with politics, the struggle for power, evil beauties, and of course, Divine Immortals.  
*Warning: Erotic scenes inside...

"Am I really that bad. Mr. Daniel" a loud and deep voice echoed the empty hall. 
"Mr. Summers, yo..you we didn't see" Daniel couldn't lie because of his loud voice.
Scott stood elegantly strode towards them in bossy manner. Daniel felt his throat goes dry and his legs buckled. The person in front of him is really a model for perfectness. He subconsciously gripped Jean's arms tightly as if he will hurt his only precious sister
Jean tried very hard not to laugh. Her phone is connected to Scott's from past two hours and when her brother said about meeting his friends, the vinegar eating boyfriend came to the place as soon as to possible to save his Queen.
Scott who came near to them saw her reddened arms. His face glowered violently. Daniel panicked by seeing the devil who is glaring at them and he tightened his tough arms on her slender arms. 
"Ow…bro" Jean moaned
"Ah…sorry" he loosened his hands around her and soon Scott pulled Jean into his embrace. 
"Sir, my sister didn't to anything wrong. Please don't hurt her she had enough" he pleaded to devil who is seeing glaring at her sister arms.
"Hmm…baby you fine. Is it hurting" Scott's voice is so soft and concerned as he rubbed his huge fingers on the reddened portion.
"Stupid, It is so small and why are you here. Hush" Jean scolded him softly.
"Hmm…what can I do, my fiancée is going to blind date as her brother asked. I was jealous and want to snatch her away from them" he said straightly after pouting cutely.
" Hfff…you" Jean laughed and kissed him on lips
Scott pressed his warm hand on Jean's nape and deepened the kiss. Daniel who is currently in hay wiring process came to his senses just to see his sister kissing a person whom he have talked about in sly way. 

He couldn't connect the missing pieces of their interaction just now and he didn't listen their flirting either. Scott pulled Jean with him and made her sit behind him.
The confused Daniel followed the lead and sat opposite to them. 'What the hell is my sister doing with him. Did she became jealous of Cass and became friends with benefit with him. No his sister will not cross her bottom line.  Then what the hell is happening….'
Then he saw their entwined fingers which Scott rested on the table for him to see. They are wearing couple rings and the cufflinks. "Oh are you both married" he gawked at them.
"Not yet" Jean chuckled while she snuggled closer to Scott. 
" We got engaged before one year and we will marry soon. It is your sister who is postponing" Scott said in friendly tone.
"Oh…." This is a big news to him. His sister is making the almighty Scott Summers to wait for her. She is incredible like she always is. And they are long back engaged even before that b****s laid eye on Scott.
"Actually we are in love from four years and I proposed her three and a half years after we met." 
" And the call is connected to him from two hours" she said teasingly when Scott suddenly kissed her fiercely. Cant you retaliate like you do with us.
" You know I can't. Moreover my brother is there to save me" Jean said while she panted.
" No offends Mr. Summers I just tried to make her feel good so I talked like that" Daniel said horriedly.
" I don't have any problem until she be happy and by the way call me Scott because you will be  interacting  with me more often" Scott winked at him.
He asked their story and he also said her embarrassing moments in childhood. Scott became jealous when Daniel said about a boy kissing Jean because she is cute. 
"Oh…baby I will punch his mouth" 
" ...." Her brother in law is too possessive.
They talked for the whole night happily and Scott reluctantly let her go. Even Jean is so sad to leave.
"We are living together so it is hard for us to be separate" Scott said sadly
"…."
Later they went to mansion back and that is the last day she saw her brother. He vanished suddenly..
And only message he left to her is in her INA when she went.
"Sister I will be back soon.  You will be safe for now but  it wont last forever.. I will make your life free of threats before I stand in front you"

Her parents died in planned accident by her uncle. They used her in every way they can. They planned to sue her so she wont take her fathers company back. They want to destroy her life making her penniless. No one knows that she is the not the same girl who was played as puppet in their hands. Five years changed her a lot. Now she is a hidden genius still acting pityfull to take revenge.

She is also the young female CEO of powerful company she started three years back with her five friends who are famously known as five ghost CEO's of fast developed and profited companies. she has everything she should be proud of wealth,fame,beauty. Friends who pampers her to no extent became her family. A person who loves her endlessly is the famous and powerful CEO of the country who is admired by many girls.she is content with what she acheived. 

Now it is time for revenge and to take back what rightfully belongs to her. she will destroy them and shatter their hope into million peices. With a powerful backup and support of her boyfriend and family now she will rip them into peices with many twist and turns in her journey of love and revenge.
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Leo was not a cruel man. Those who knew him would probably even call him a good man. Not a Mary Sue, mind you, as he could yell at an incompetent coder just like the worst of CEOs. But he could just as easily double everyone's Christmas bonus for a job well done without batting an eyelash. He loved animals, hated gory films, and never ever raised his hand to women. 
Although some of his memories were missing — much like a giant puzzle missing some of its pieces — this part of Leo, the good guy, remained even in the Abyss. It's why he was always rooting for his dev team to succeed and never said no, even to their most insane ideas. He'd rather steer down a more achievable path than bring their enthusiasm down. 
So, it was with some difficulty that he just stood there and let events unfold without interfering or stopping the torture of the player known as Pilgrim. 
Leo rationalized it in his brain by reminding himself that they needed intel hidden inside Pilgrim's brain — information that could lead to saving lives and winning a battle against power-hungry foes. And as she was unwilling to cooperate, extreme measures were needed to pry her tongue loose. 
"It's to save lives," Leo whispered. 
Even though deep down he knew that dead players would just come back to life anyway. This was more about not wanting to lose control of Adventour, the seat of power for the Abyssal Plains which also housed the primary infrastructure required for running the game. 
Luckily, he managed to tell his conscience to, "Shut it!" 
Leo stayed outside the cell while both Morgana and Argus the Ninth walked in. 
Honestly, all he wanted to do was turn around and run away from this responsibility the denizens of Adventour had placed on him. It's like they didn't even think about the fact that he had no leadership experience as a military commander. 
If it wasn't for Morgana, Leo wouldn't know what to do, for as he'd recently learned, RTS games were nothing compared to real war. 
"It would be in your best interest to just talk, dearie," Morgana said in that sweet tone Leo she'd sometimes give people she was about to murder. 
Morgana pointed a thumb back at Argus. 
"You wouldn't want my friend to work his magic on you… the things he can do with just a gaze," Morgana threatened. Then her face turned contemplative. "Well, perhaps you would. It can be quite a thrilling experience." 
Pilgrim's only response to Morgana was to smile in her direction. 
"Very well then," Morgana said, returning her own smile at the player. "Do try to enjoy yourself first. It might help you endure what comes after…"
After her ominous words, Morgana stepped back so that Argus the Ninth could come closer. 
Leo noticed that the peepers on his exposed flesh, all but the pair of eyes underneath his eyebrows, were closed. 
"Interesting…" Leo whispered. 
He found himself leaning toward the guards as he couldn't help but get curious about Argus' abilities after Morgana's introduction. 
Leo pulled his face away at the sight of Argus removing the top portion of his robe, revealing an upper body that had eyes everywhere. They were present even along the line of his spine. It was very disconcerting. 
"What if he gets dry eye on the back?" Leo wondered. 
His comment earned Leo a 'Shush!" from Morgana before she turned her gaze back on the captive beguiling songstress. 
"The Curse of the Many-Eyed One has several effects," Morgana began to explain. "The effect is humor." 
At her words, Argus opened the eyes on his left arm. From shoulder to the back of his palm, dozens of strikingly blue eyes blinked open. All of them were focused on Pilgrim. 
Seconds passed while nothing happened. Leo was keen to point this out, and Morgana's only response to him was, "Shush!" 
It was shortly after when a sound finally came out of Pilgrim's mouth. 
She giggled before forcing her mouth to close. It didn't last, however, as a giggle was forced out of her again. Pretty soon that giggle had morphed into full-on laughter. 
"Laughter really is the best medicine, isn't it?" Morgana prodded. 
Pilgrim just kept on laughing, and soon enough she was laughing out loud while tears began to fall from her cheeks. 
"Although even I would have a hard time relishing king laugh's appearance for too long," Morgana commented. "At some point, it just starts to hurt, doesn't it?" 
This was apparent as tears were streaming down Pilgrim's face now. Soon enough, her laughter had turned hysterical, the kind one might see at an asylum. 
Morgana tapped Argus on the shoulder. 
"Enough," Morgana said. "Any more and she might go insane…" 
Argus closed the eyes on his left arm. 
Leo, who'd been watching all this with a dumbstruck face, finally found his voice again," How…" 
Morgana glanced over her shoulder. 
"Argus' ocular powers penetrate into a soul's nervous system. He can elicit emotions out of a soul depending on what cluster he's looking at," Morgana explained. 
"The nerve clusters on the feet and the bone running up to the shoulder usually elicit funny feelings in souls," Argus the Ninth added. 
Pilgrim's body had bent forward. She was clearly struggling to breathe and recover. 
Morgana knelt beside her and lifted her chin up.
Leo saw that the tears had just stopped flowing, and the easy smile that was plastered there since meeting her had morphed into a frown. 
"You're just realizing that you can't escape, aren't you?" Morgana guessed. "What's the term for it, Leo?" 
"Log out," Leo answered. He sighed afterward. "You're really going to have to brush up on your understanding of games, Morgana, if we're going to keep up this cover-up."
"Shush, Leo… You're ruining the ambiance," Morgana chided him right before turning her focus back on Pilgrim. "So, dearie, would you care to talk now?" 
It was a credit to Pilgrim's inner strength that she managed to reform her smile at that moment. Of course, this only served to annoy Morgana. 
"Argus," Morgana snapped as she stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. "This creature needs to learn a bit of shame…" 
In response, Argus opened the eyes on his right arm next, and once more their gazes focused on Pilgrim. 
Seconds ticked by while Leo waited for something to happen. He was about to comment again but then he noticed that something was wrong with Pilgrim's face. 
It looked like she was afraid. No, it was something else. Her downcast gaze, unable to look at her capturers, and how her head tilted away from Argus, it was obvious now that she was ashamed. Of what, Leo didn't have a clue. 
"S-stop looking at me," Pilgrim whispered, her cheeks flared red. 
Her knees came up and she locked her arms around it. Her wings struggled to get free of their bindings too. 
It looked to Leo like she was trying desperately to make herself smaller and hide her body from view almost like she thought she was naked or something. 
"I said s-stop looking at me!" Pilgrim yelled while she hid her face between her arms. "Just stop!"
"We'll stop when you tell us what we want to know, dearie," Morgana replied, her tone cool once more. 
Minutes passed while Pilgrim fidgeted in place and desperately tried to keep her head down. After a while, Leo could hear her sobbing once more. 
Morgana raised her hand up, and Argus the Ninth shut the eyes on his right arm. 
Then Morgana leaned in so she could whisper into Pilgrim's ear. 
"There's no need to put yourself through this," Morgana said as she caressed the back of Pilgrim's buzz-cut. "Just let go… Tell us what we want to know and you'll be set free from feeling any more shame." 
Leo thought this time might be it. At least, he hoped this was it because he was starting to feel sorry for Pilgrim. 
To everyone's surprise, Pilgrim actually tried to head-butt Morgana. She would have been struck in the cheek too if Morgana hadn't been prepared for it. 
Instead, Morgana just disappeared from her spot beside Pilgrim and reappeared at Argus the Ninth's side like she'd been reformed from the shadows around her. 
"Nice try, dearie," Morgana laughed her tinkling laugh. "Alright, let's try pain next." 
She tapped Argus the Ninth's shoulder, and that's when Leo saw him open the one eye he'd never seen open before. It was the big eye in the middle of his forehead. 
It opened vertically, revealing a blood-red iris that Leo wanted to look away from even though it wasn't trained on him. 
Pilgrim, however, wasn't so lucky. Her own widened at the sight of the big red eye trained on her face. Then her skin went pale. Her mouth quivered. Her nostrils flared. Soon afterward, Pilgrim screamed. 
It was a scream that Leo could hear in the very depths of his soul, a scream so filled with fear and pain that he could almost feel what she was feeling just by the sound of it. 
Pilgrim screamed and screamed and screamed until, almost mercifully, she actually passed out. 
"Leo, could you be a dear and get us some waking vapors," Morgana asked while she prodded Pilgrim's head with her finger. "Our guest needs to wake up soon. We've only just begun, after all." 


The Lord of Death is dead and the Abyss is in turmoil. While its most powerful denizens vie for control over Death’s seat, a young reaper named Morgana sees a golden opportunity. She hatches a plan to rise above the ranks of Death’s former servants and travels to the mortal plane in search of the perfect soul to become her accomplice.

Leonardo Dante, the world’s greatest game developer, is dying tonight. As a young man he sold his soul to Death for more time to chase his dream. But as the sun sets on his life for the final time, he meets a strange teenage girl who offers him a choice; be reaped by her and join countless lost souls in the Abyss or help her bring order to Death’s domain by duping foolish mortals called gamers into selling their souls to her.

Despite being conflicted by this fiendish request, Leo’s desire to finish his dream outweighs any guilty conscience, and so the pair forms a strange new partnership. Together they set out to create the ultimate gaming experience!

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