"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.

This is a work of fiction that draws heavily upon the original source material, Please support the official release and know I claim no ownership or credit regarding the existence of pre-existing characters or content.

Sorry im still working on it but undecided on the first world
I will stop on chapter 3 since the Fanfic is still on pause, just wanted to let you know.


WishFulfilment Fan-Fic.
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First world:
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Disclaimer 
The world is not mine as well as the art I used, so all the credit goes to them.

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.

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.'
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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

After a while, Anny finally got Alex out of his depressed state and they once more walked to the waiting room to talk to Emma.

Once Anny and Alex got to the waiting room they saw Emma talking to the blonde girl that she had defeated.

Walking closer to them Anny and Alex could hear them talking about their match until Emma notice them walking to her and stopped talking as she got the blonde girl to face Anny and Alex.

Once Anny and Alex got in front of them Emma was the first one to speak.

"Anny and Alex, this is Samantha or Sam for short." Emma

"Hello, nice to meet you." Samantha

Being introduced to Samantha by Emma Alex and Anny greeted her back with smiles on their faces.

"Hello, I'm Alex." Alex

"Hello, I'm Emma twin sister Anny." Anny

After introducing themselves they started to talk to one another about the tournament but soon the topic of the conversation changed to girl talk and Alex quickly felt out of place as they were talking about what clothes are in season.

Alex hearing the girls talk about clothes felt bored out of his mind so he opened up his status as he hasn't seen it even once since he came to this world.

*Beep* ---Status---
Name: Alex Alexander Alan
Title: Ero Trap
Race: Human/Incubus
Sex: Male
Age: Forever 14
Health: Good
Strength: 5, Speed: 5, Agility: 8, Stamina: 100 (10 is the average status for an adult)
Partners: 0, Pregnancies: 0, Children: 0
Skills: Cooking (D), Cleaning (D), Swimming (C), Mathematics (D)
Abilities: Perfect D (XXX) *Beep*

Seeing his status Alex was confused as he wasn't completely human anymore but couldn't surmise why as none of the wishes his friends and he made should have changed his race.

Looking at his status closely Alex tried to get a better understanding of his title and ability to see exactly what they can do.

*Beep* Ero Trap: A title given to males that look too much like a sexy girl to the point where they can't be told apart from one and another no matter what they do they will always look like a sexy girl.

Perfect D (XXX): Perfect D can only be possessed by the Incubus race allowing the Incubus race the ability to transform their dicks into the perfect version for their partner(s) or their personal choice allowing their dicks to be as long and/or big as they want, having their dicks shaped like anything, becoming ethereal and/or just having more than one dick. Perfect D has a hypnotizing effect to whoever sees it making the one who sees it want to be fucked by it and those who become pregnant by it will become a slave to it. This Perfect D grade is the highest allowing it to force impregnation no matter the condition of who/what it is trying to impregnate even if it shouldn't be possible to impregnate. *Beep*

Seeing the description of his title and ability Alex felt sad about his title and awkward about his ability.

Choosing to ignore his feelings about his status Alex took out his phone and open up the Multiverse Warehouse website to look at it as he didn't get to look at all the stuff it could offer la time he was on it.

As Alex was on his phone the girls stopped talking as Emma was called for the third round so they cut their conversation short.

Emma left for the arena left behind Samantha, Anny, and Alex in the waiting room.

Samantha and Anny seeing Alex on his phone felt puzzled as they don't know when he started to use it but didn't put too much thought on it as they were talking for a while and Alex could have easily taken out his phone at any time to use it.

Anny wondering what Alex was doing ask him directly as she didn't see any reason to be rounded about it and wanted to get his attention so they can leave for their seats.

"Alex, what are you looking at?" Anny

Alex not really paying attention to her answered her without thought.

"I'm looking for things to make a Beyblade. I'm thinking of making a Dancer from Dark Souls 3 or a Pilgrim Butterfly." Alex

Hearing Alex answer both Samantha and Anny felt confused so Anny had to ask another quest to clarify what Alex was saying.

"I can guess what the Dancer is but what is a Pilgrim Butterfly and what is this Dark Souls 3 you are talking about?" Anny

Alex this time paying attention to her answered her while wording his answer not to drag on the conversation as he doesn't know if this world has the dark souls games or video games if any.

"Dark Souls 3 is the third book of Dark Souls anthology from my home town and the Dancer, Pilgrim Butterfly, and some other characters from the books I want to try and make them into Beyblades." Alex

Hearing Alex's response to her question both Anny and Samantha felt intrigued as they haven't heard of the book anthology Alex was referring to and the characters of Dark Souls might be powerful so Beyblades made using them as a reference might also be powerful or more if Alex or someone can evolve them further after they are finished.

Samantha after a bit of thinking ask Alex a question after learning he was going to make what hopefully is an original design Beyblade.

"How much will it cost to buy one after you're finished making it?" Samantha

Hearing her question Alex look at the price of the items he needed to make a Beyblade finding the prices of the materials are already converted to this world main currency he added another 25% to the total cost as his fee to make the Beyblade.

"It will cost about 178 to 210 BeyDollar." Alex

Hearing the price Samantha was a little bit shocked as the price was a little high but think that it was a personalized Beyblade and not a mass production one it was within reason to cost that much.

"Okay, I would like to buy the Dancer Beyblade." Samantha

Hearing her request Alex didn't see any reason why not to accept her request and was about to agree but Anny spoke up interrupting Alex from speaking.

"Umm Sam, why do you want to buy another Beyblade don't you already have one?" Anny

Hearing Anny question Samantha answered her before looking back to Alex waiting for his answer about making the Beyblade for her.

"I don't want it for myself, I want to give it to my cousin for her birthday. She's turning 10 next month and she loves dancing so I want her first Beyblade to be special and having an original design Beyblade with a Spirit of a dancer should make her the happiest girl in the world." Samantha

Hearing Samantha's intention for the Beyblade Anny didn't ask another question and looked at Alex wait for him to give a response about making the Beyblade for Samantha.

Alex seeing he was put on the spot answered quickly as their eyes felt like they will burn a hole in him if they keep looking at him.

"Sure, I'll make it after I'm done upgrading Emma's Beyblade." Alex

Hearing Alex reply they stop staring at so intensely and agree with his suggestion before heading to their seats to watch Emma's match.

So I have the weirdest luck you see when my friends and I saw a shooting star we made random joke wishes out loud in all good and fun and it went like this:

F1: I wish to be an ero anime trap with Perfect D!!

F2: I wish to have a system with a twisted personality!

F3: I wish to crossover to a Beyblade world!

Me: I wish to have a phone that can connect to different dimensions and the like!

F4: I wish all the wishes to go to Alex!

F5: I wish to be forever 14!

 As we finished making our wishes a bored god chose to grant them all of them for fun but thanks to one of the joke wishes from one of my friends I was forcefully crossed over to a new world as an ero trap that's forever stuck in a 14-year-old body.

"Trick Or Treat!" Said all of us with our bags open wide, waiting for the candy to be dropped. When we got what we wanted, We walked to the next house for our Candy pick up.

I'm the boy dressed as Scott Pilgrim by the way, And Yes, That is my natural hair color.

I stayed with the group for the next few houses until I decided to see what my friend was doing down the street. I knock on the door, but I get no answer, which is fine. I'll just see him later.

After being separated from the group, I continue to Trick Or Treat at the other houses with my pillowcase half full of candy. It became heavier the more the fun-size packs were stuffed inside. Around the time I drug it behind me, I noticed that someone was following me.

They wore a brown jumpsuit with a skull mask on their face so I couldn't tell just who it was.

I came to the next house and knocked on the door. Three teenage girls opened the door and smiled when they saw me.

"Yes?" The one in the middle asked.

"Trick or treat!" I Yelled and then whispered. "Is that person looking over here?"

As one girl got a hand full of candy from the bucket, the other two looked at the man across the street. "Yes." The second one said.

"I don't know him and he's following me."

"Do you need to come inside?" The third one asked.

"If I can come through the back."

They let me in and shut the door. I heard them chain the door locked while I went to the back with the third one. I went outside and waved bye. I took a couple of steps outside when I noticed a girl hiding behind a tree trunk holding binoculars. She noticed me watching and motioned me to go over there.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm Victor. Who are you?"

"Ellen." She whispered.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm spying on them."

"Why?"

"Does it matter? Why don't you continue doing water you're doing so I can go back to whatever I was doing. Okay?"

I walked away from the tree and out of the yard. But when I turned around, the man was there. waiting for me.

I looked at him one last time and ran away. I didn't look back but I knew he was chasing me. We hurried down the quiet road and passed Old Man Kranker's house, whose front window crashed when we ran. Eventually, We made it to the cemetery where the man caught up. I fell and screamed when he was just a few feet away from me. The killer raised his knife but was attacked by two teenagers.

I wish I knew what happened next, but I passed out...

An anthology series that takes place all on the same night if Halloween.

separated into five separate parts, (One story a week until the 31st) Happy Haunting Is a horror series that could give you shivers or make you laugh. It depends.

Week 1: The Bed - Instead of going to her crush's big Halloween party, A teenage girl must babysit her younger brother who claims there is a monster under his bed.

Week 2: The Grave - A group of teenagers gathers in a cemetery to honor the life and death of a woman who mysteriously disappeared 50 years before.

Week 3: The Man - While Trick Or Treating with his friends, a Young boy notices a masked man following him every step he goes.

Week 4: The Gathering - A nerdy girl spies on the popular girls and discovers their dark secret.

Week 5: The Moon - A teenager is about to get the scare of his life after he eggs his neighbor's house.

No matter how strange, All stories are connected. See if you can find how they intertwine.

Hey Guys

So i saw a variety of comments so far on my fanfic . 

Some very appreciative, a ton of thanks for that.

Some however had a problem with the story or its progression speed or even portrayal of some of the characters which you guys thought was forced.

Anyway, i will be answering some of those things here, hopefully solving your issues.

First : some of the readers thought my fanfic is a copy of another on webnovel called 'teen gamer in teen wolf' or something like that.

Well i have read a part of that, I won't deny that. However, while some scene setting have been similar no doubt, the entire thing is not a copy. Especially that scene with first dinner at Allison's and the first night with her. I adapted them into the fanfic only because it was similar to what i had initially planned.

However to say my fanfic is entirely a copy, i would just say that either you have not read it properly or you enjoy picking on writers. 

In fact, statistically around 65-68% of fanfics on webnovel have similar setting to other fanfics based on same novel, tv series or movie. But guys, that is all they are, a fanfic. i am not gaining any money or fame out of this. I write because i like it. 

Plus honestly speaking, i know i might sound a bit cocky as an author right now, but please go and properly compare our novels if you think it's just a copy. whether by content, grammer, storyline or original character's description or background, i have always strived to do my best for there to be least possible holes in story and that reflects in my fanfic as per what i have seen.

however if you decide to hate this despite that then well i have nothing more to prove

Second: A lot of people were worried about the progression speed of the story, concerned that i might be skipping a lot of episode content compared to the original canon. well that is both true and not true. 

if you are worried about just the low amount of chapters then i would have to say your worry is not needed, because of two main reasons. first of all, my chapters are fricking long dude. i got the inspiration from author Leylin who has posted his work on Naruto fanfic at both fanfiction.net and webnovel. he believed in quality over quantity and that showed in his work. each one of his chapters are enormously long, on webnovel atleast they evaluste to around 50 to 60 pages per chapter. my fanfic is gonna be similar. if you read my fanfic in paging mode of webnovel, you will find that my chapters hover around and average of 40 pages, whereas generally chapters of  fanfics on webnovel span around 11 to 12 pages per chapter. so you can judge the rest. In total my fanfic until now is comparable to 15 to 16 chapters of any normal fanfic. so seeing that, i would say the story progression is going just fine.

another thing is that, Scott is not the MC in my fanfic . therfore I didn't see the need to completely follow the tv series events. I will definitely use the timeline of the series as a guide to my fanfic, but i wont be adhering to it word to word. I will add only those existing plots that i feel pertain to what my MC is developing towards. Plus, i might be adding new plots of my own, as you will see in the upcoming chapter.

Third : many of you had a problem with Allison's chracter in my fanfic or the MC's name. well, i don't have much explanation to the second one except that i like it, so sue me if u like.

about Allison, her character had always been something i pondered ever since watching the show. dude that girl just keeps forgiving Scott for everything he did intentionally or unintentionally. I dunno if you had the opportunity to observe the girls in the real world guys, but they don't do that, no no no. if any of you have recently come into a relationship then let me tell you, Scott is the worst model to follow.

Plus i felt the tv show was too skewed at Scott for most of the beginning of the storyline, for very obvious reasons. but that reflected on Allison's chracter in the show too. her getting together with Scott initially made a bit sense, beautiful girl and new werewolf who also happens to be a sweet understanding kid who wants to use his powers to excel in sports, kind of weird thing but acceptable. but later in the story i just felt Allison's character could have easily bonded with one of the others if the rest of the main characters were not shown as either idiots or jerks. it was not until Isaac came in later seasons that we saw that Allison could have easily moved on from Scott earlier in the series had there been any other option available.

anyway, i wanted to correct this hole in the story, hence my MC and Allison . obviously I am going to make a lot of changes to the plot line to support this since i like Allison's character and i can bond her pretty well with the concept of my MC as she is one of the only human teen in the show for a very long time. most of the main teen characters in the show have been one form of supernatural or other except for Allison and Stiles i think. so ya, that was my idea behind doing this. 

also, some of you found Allison bitchy or untrustworthy character. or that my MC stole her from Scott. but hey, have you seen teen wolf ? Scott is not one of the most cleanest of characters guys. in fact if you remeber, he was the one who cheated on Allison first immediately aftr their breakup, try to go and see episode 8 of season 1 if you don't remember. therfore, i decided to insert my MC a little bit before that to let allison naturally go to him instead for being honest and everything. in fact, in the series if you remember, Scott still doesn't tell her for a while after this why he did all that. it was only when the hunters start to go actively aftr Derek and Scott taht allison finds it out.

so ya guys, that is all for me this time. i think i addressed all the issues i mentioned at the start of this discussion. please do comment if you find anything wrong or that you have something to add to my opinion. i would love positive feedback, and to all haters : i love you too since you just increase my views and collections when you come here to spew poison on me and my fanfic. It doesn't make any personal impact on me you know, i just write because i like it not because of some professional thing. positive feedback helps me improve my craft, negative feedback is just another form of joy at how much people have tried to go deeper in to my fanfic. therefore both are welcome as far as I am concerned . even if no one reads my fanfic, i would still be posting anyway no matter if i took some short breaks, because ultimately I have a life and i post only as a self entertainment. some watch television, some watch videos, i write books, that is all.

thanks you guys, those who decided to read through this entire discussion. you have my respect. 
those who didn't, it is fine anyway. i will just point here when there is any query or question in future.

Oh and the next chapter will be posted in 12 hours. just a few bits of editing left which i will complete after coming back from my classes.

Goodbye. Ciao

A Young God who is bored with his Godly activities wants to enjoy adventures. Hence, he creates an Avatar who can do it on his behalf and adventure throughout the multiverse.

The plan he meticulously came out with had been torn apart by someone. Even worse, he lost a total of thirteen disciples of Heaven Immortal realm. It had greatly infuriated Reverend Yun, and he felt as if his brain were boiling. Those were thirteen disciples of Heaven Immortal realm, not Nascent Soul or Nascent Divinity realm. Anyone below the realm of Heaven Immortal was considered as an ant by him. In fact, if he deemed necessary, he could raise as many Nascent Soul and Nascent Divinity cultivators. But, not Heaven Immortals!
Although Eminent Cloud Sect had been established for several hundreds of Periods, only a total of forty odd Heaven Immortals were produced. However, before Reverent Yun's treacherous scheme against Huiling Sect and Yuan Hua Sect could bring him any benefits, thirteen of his Heaven Immortals had been killed! They were one-third of Eminent Cloud Sect's overall strength! And they were nothing but ashes now!
More importantly, among the thirteen Heaven Immortals, one of them was actually Reverend Yun's love child!
Yes, a love child! A child that was born after Reverend Yun had a secret affair with one of his disciples, a child that was born out of wedlock.
The sperm of a Heaven Immortal was very precious. If not for the fact that Reverend Yun had developed a true love with that disciple, he would have never agreed to have the child born. And, since the child was born, Reverend Yun treated him with an exceptional affection. Those descriptions such as 'the apple of his eye' fell short to describe his affection for the child. In fact, Reverend Yun had even made the necessary arrangement, that once the child had his cultivation base advanced further, he would be able to serve a post in the Heaven.
But today, his love child, as well as twelve of his proudest disciples, were murdered by Patriarch Yuan Hua!
"Yuan Hua! Give me back my son!!!" Reverend Yun was so exasperated he could not care less if the fact that he had a love child was made public. After unleashing the first thunderbolt, he continued by casting several dozens of them. Eminent Cloud Sect was famous for their technique of water thunderbolts. All the Heaven Immortals of Eminent Cloud Sect were the masters of playing with these thunderbolts with the characteristic of acquired water element, and their power was matchless in Puluo Heavenly Realm.
Several dozens of thunderbolts smashed down together. If it were in the past, Patriarch Yuan Hua would have suffered a great loss. But not today, not when his cultivation base was at par with Reverend Yun's, and not when he had an upper-grade immortal sword in his hand! The sword flickered rapidly with a golden gleam as it transformed into a long beam of golden light, thrusting upward and dissipating the several dozens of thunderbolts with just one clean sweep. However, it did not stop there. It pierced through the air further, quickly swiping across Reverend Yun's body. The Daoist robe clad by Reverend Yun shone with a bright immortal light, but it was ripped apart when the golden beam flashed across, allowing the sword beam to pierce through his body.
A tragic howl rang out. As he was not present to watch the match just now, Reverend Yun was not aware of the origin of the immortal sword, and never in his dreams could he possibly have imagined that Patriarch Yuan Hua could possess a mighty weapon like this. Even as the sword beam pierced through his body, it cut along his ribs horizontally and tore him apart. Golden immortal blood splattered everywhere, while his lower body was thrown far away. Before he could do anything, three big mouths had already rushed over impatiently, as Gold Horn, Silver Horn, and Catfish-flood-dragon opened their big mouths and snapped at Reverend Yun's lower body. It was ripped into three pieces and swallowed.
Wu Qi's eyes twitched as he watched them. The three fellows had just ruined a material of excellent quality!
Realizing that there were no outsiders around, Wu Qi hesitated if he should expose some of his treasures to capture Reverend Yun's upper body. But suddenly, a loud rumble echoed out from the void behind them. Amidst the flickering of bright, strange light, the company of over one thousand Immortals rushed out together with their disciples.
Pilgrim Gu He was at the foremost. He bellowed as he came into the void, "Fellow Immortal Yuan Hua, I've told you that there is a fate between the sword and..."
He shut his mouth abruptly, when he saw Patriarch Yuan Hua casually throw the immortal sword up into the air. The sword transformed into a long beam of golden light, looking very glorious as it wheeled around Patriarch Yuan Hua, showing off its mightiness and sending forth a scorching heat wave that caressed everyone's faces. It even gave Pilgrim Gu He a false impression that he was suffocating.
Though seething with anger originally, a big smile suddenly emerged on Pilgrim Gu He's face. He put his palms together devoutly and called the name of Buddha before speaking again, "It looks like I was wrong. The sword is fated to be with fellow Immortal Yuan Hua! My fellow Immortal, please visit me at my barren mountain when you have some free time in the future. We need to spend some time together!"
While brushing his long beard with one hand, Patriarch Yuan Hua laughed and answered with a nod, "Rest assured, I will definitely pay you a visit sometime in the future!"
Pilgrim Gu He stepped back a few paces while smiling. Even as he did that, he looked at Wu Qi with a very friendly glance, then nodded his head warmly. His attitude towards Wu Qi was extremely warm and benevolent, as if Wu Qi had never knocked his prime Buddha treasure into the vast expanse of chaos.
Wu Qi returned Pilgrim Gu He's glance with a cold gaze. He did not have the mood to respond to this monk, who changed his expression faster than flipping through pages.
One after another, those Immortals who came into the void after Pilgrim Gu He halted their paces. Since Patriarch Yuan Hua had already refined the immortal sword, it would be too difficult to seize it from him. For that moment, all the Immortals who were attacking Patriarch Yuan Hua a moment ago cupped their fists and said, "Congrats on obtaining such a precious treasure, fellow Immortal Yuan Hua! Just like the old saying, a spirit item will always choose the right master. Fellow Immortal Yuan Hua, you are indeed a man with a great fortune!"
Patriarch Yuan Hua smiled as he cupped his fist and kept nodding at the surrounding Immortals to express his appreciation.
In the meanwhile, the miserable Reverend Yun took the opportunity and flew back into the company of Eminent Cloud Sect's disciples, leaving behind a trail of blood in the void. Upon seeing him, the 'Reverend Yun' who sat on the back of the large black crane cried out in alarm. With a twist of his body, he transformed into a long-bearded man, sprung forward and caught Reverend Yun's upper body. "Who hurt you, Master?"
Even as he asked that question, the long-bearded man had his eyes looking at Patriarch Yuan Hua.
It was known to all that apart from Immortal Chuan, Reverend Yun was the strongest cultivator in the entire Puluo Heavenly Realm. Based on that understanding, among all the Immortals here, besides Patriarch Yuan Hua, who had an upper-grade immortal sword in his hand, who else had the ability to cleanly cut Reverend Yun into two parts?
Patriarch Yuan Hua laughed, shook his head and did not say anything. He was in a very good mood now, so he just waited patiently for Eminent Cloud Sect to play their game. He did not want to waste his breath talking to them.
With both hands pointing rapidly in the air, Reverend Yun barely performed a dozen of incantation gestures to stop the spraying of his blood. Then, he turned to Immortal Chuan and cried grievingly, "Please back me up here, Immortal Monarch! For no apparent reason, Yuan Hua Sect killed thirteen Heaven Immortals from my sect! They even assaulted me and made me look so miserable now! Immortal Monarch, you have to bring justice to Eminent Cloud Sect!"
At this very moment, Reverend Yun just wished Immortal Chuan was his relative by marriage. If he had a daughter, he was more than happy to offer her to Immortal Chuan, even if she would just be a concubine. Now, as he was severely wounded, and had lost thirteen of his Heaven Immortal disciples, Eminent Cloud Sect's overall strength had suffered greatly. Without a strong backing, perhaps Eminent Cloud Sect would have to face a complete destruction soon.
In the recent years, Eminent Cloud Sect had been using unscrupulous tactics, sometimes even tyrannical manner to handle matters. From the incident when Yun Wuqi was trying to abduct Peppermint and Angelica by force, one could easily tell how the people from Eminent Cloud Sect were conducting themselves. They had offended many people, who were now watching them in the dark, waiting for them to fall. When the opportunity came, countless people would jump out and size Eminent Cloud Sect's property to the last bit.
Upon looking at Reverend Yun's miserable appearance, Immortal Chuan could not help but narrow his eyes and gave Patriarch Yuan Hua a quick glance.
Cupping his fist and bowing, Patriarch Yuan Hua said, "Please be the judge here, Immortal Monarch. It is Eminent Cloud Sect who secretly dispatched their disciples into Green Cliff Planet, hiding inside Green Cliff Immortal Market with malicious intents. In preparation for the battle, I was exercising my cultivation technique and regulating my breath at Green Cliff Mountain, but they thought I was away from Green Cliff Planet. Hence, they launched an assault, attempting to loot the market. As a result, I killed them before they could do any damage. Immortal Monarch, I'm sure you can understand my action!"
Reverend Yun refuted angrily, "Bullsh*t! That's an utter bullsh*t! Stinking as hell! Why would Eminent Cloud Sect's disciple want to loot Green Cliff Immortal Market? That's..."
As his heart was filled with a surge of great fury, Reverend Yun could not care less about the words he used.
Looking at how Reverend Yun responded with those nasty words, Wu Qi could not help but interrupt, "A man who has his mouth filled with bullsh*t actually accused someone else of uttering bullsh*t? That sounded really stinky to me! Thirteen Heaven Immortals from Eminent Cloud Sect had sneaked into Green Cliff Immortal Market without informing us in advance. What were they trying to do? Don't tell me that they had run out of money, thus decided to find a brothel so they could work in the flesh trade, earning some extra income?"
Grinning coldly, Wu Qi continued his vicious comments, "It is true that there are some brothels in Green Cliff Immortal Market, but they only accept girls! None of them in Green Cliff Immortal Market would accept men who want to sell their butts! By sneaking into Green Cliff Planet, if they are not there to loot the market, could it be that they really wanted to sell their butts there? Please consider this, Immortal Monarch!"
Having the lids of his eyes dropped slightly, Patriarch Yuan Hua was trying his best to hold down the impulse of bursting into a loud laughter.
As Immortals needed to take care of their image, they would never come out with such vicious remarks. But, Wu Qi was just a Nascent Soul cultivator. So, what if he really cursed someone with nasty words? While Patriarch Yuan Hua was fuming with rage when Reverend Yun accused him of uttering bullsh*t, Wu Qi's unrestrictive nonsense had helped him vent some of the pent-up anger.
Reverend Yun was transfixed by Wu Qi's provocation, and nearly choked by his own breath.
Raising his trembling finger and pointing at Wu Qi, Reverend Yun bellowed, "Immortal Chuan! How could such an ignorant, wicked junior interrupt us?"
Immortal Chuan appeared to be in a daze, and he hesitated for a brief moment. If it were some other Nascent Soul cultivator who interrupted them, he had already killed the cultivator. But, since it was Wu Qi who did that... he could still remember the storage bag full of energy stones Wu Qi gave him as a bribe. How could he kill a witty little guy such as Wu Qi?
Clearing his throat, Immortal Chuan said with a smile, "Wu Qi, you have to pay more attention to the words you use. How is it possible for the fellow Immortals from Eminent Cloud Sect to do such things?"
And immediately, he turned to look at Reverend Yun and asked, "But, what exactly was the purpose of the thirteen Heaven Immortals from Eminent Cloud Sect visiting Green Cliff Planet?"
Reverend Yun was stumped by the question and remained tongue-tied for a good while.
Right at this moment, a rolling of drums was heard coming from a distance. A fleet of thirty planetary ships was seen approaching at an incredible speed.
These ships measured ten thousand feet long, and about one hundred feet wide. Every single one of them had a six-floored tower standing on the deck. All the ships were densely covered by a layer of thick metal plates, on the surface of which, countless complicated ancient runes were drawn. On the nose of each ship stood a dozen soldiers, who had tall and burly statures, and were clad in heavy armors. No fluctuation of magical energy could be sensed on them, but behind the back of every soldier was a sheet of faint mist, amidst which, the figures of various wild beasts could be vaguely seen.
On the deck of a ship that flew in the middle of the fleet, a burly man who stood over ten feet tall was beating a dragon-skinned war drum. Although there was no air in space, the beating of drum still went straight into everybody's ears and made them feel a pain, hardly maintaining the stability of their bodies.
A tall flagpole was erected on every single ship, on top of which, a huge flag, about several tens of feet in circumference, was fluttering violently without the blowing of the wind.
With his sharp eyes, Wu Qi saw a huge character measuring several tens of feet in both width and height embroidered on every single flag - 'Yu'! Using this pale-green character as the background, a row of smaller characters was neatly embroidered right at the center of the flag.
'The Tribune of the People, the Protector of the Land, the Marquis of the Great Yu, Marquis Jian of Yu Hua Heavenly Realm'!
Immortal Chuan was taken aback, and together with the other Immortal Monarchs, they cursed, "Yu Zong the Marquis Jian! What is he doing here? Damnit!!"
A few Immortal Monarchs cursing at the same time really made a splendid sight. Even Wu Qi was stunned by that.
But immediately, cold sweat began to break out from his back. In a great shock and terror, he and Princess Zhang Le exchanged a glance.
Marquis Jian!
Yu Zong!


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...

guys guys guys it can't work. Trust me I myself was looking forward to killing Scott in the story but then after I wrote it....I realised that by doing this the Teen Wolf world will hit a dead end and I might as well go to the next world
Main characters are main characters for a reason, as much as we may loathe them and wish that they'd just choke and die, we have to put up with them since the story revolves around the main character
I mean the only viable route I've found after killing Scott is for Christian to become the main character and we all know that just won't work. My pride won't allow me to write Christian going through the shit he went through
* cause his friends to be in extra danger because he couldn't accept himself
* let someone he love died ( what's the point of gaining power )
* got his ass handed to him on several occasions
-including his own fucking BETA, the beta wasn't even anything special
* he pulled a power up out his ass ( became an alpha by breaking a barrier!!!, tf I might as well going outside and push down a wall and see if I evolve. What makes it even worse was that it was a barrier of one of his weaknesses , that equivalent to a vamp [ not sparkles ] saying ' Fuck you sun, I'm the master of my own life' )
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Honestly I cringed writing that chapter, like eww but ahem it wasn't that bad....
* the whole ' world protecting thing '  is just how he explains plot armor to his pack since he hasn't told them the truth ( that their fictional ) as of yet so you'll have to bare with it
* honestly that chapter worked out for me since I've always thought his mom was hot hehehehehe.....ahem and I just couldn't find a viable reason to like include and now I have one so hah!!!
* here's who I have in mind btw
Malia
Allison 
Laura
Mellisa 
Lydia " gah " ( sorry barfed in my mouth )
anyone else?
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so here it is, if you guys can give me a valid route in which I can kill off scott then I'd consider it but until then ' may the plot armor be with you '

Sick of seeing these cheesy low breed werewolves disgracing the monsters he admires, when Christian got the chance he took a bite out of their lives

𝙋𝙤𝙫 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮𝙣. 

—Ya es hora de irme, llegaré tarde con la señora Parks.— dije saliendo de mi habitación intentando ver a Michael, hacía más de media hora que Sam se había ido. Abrí la puerta del garaje pensando que ya no llamaría la atención. 

—¿Quieres que te lleve?— escuché. 

—Amm, no. Estoy bien, gracias— respondí, para después ver que mi auto no estaba, solo el de Michael. ¿Qué?

—Por eso te lo pregunto, mandé tu auto al mecánico, estaba derramando aceite.— caminó detrás de mi, para después dirigirse a su auto y subirse. —Sube, tenemos que hablar, solos.— me dijo con un tono serio. Tenía miedo, ¿Será que ya descubrió lo de Sam? Subí de acompañante. Encendió el auto, la puerta del garaje se abrió y salimos con rumbo a la casa de la señora Parks que de hecho estaban casi a media hora de nuestra casa. Un silencio incómodo estaba invadiendo el auto. —Evelyn, se que no soy tu padre completamente.— dijo, rompiendo el silencio sin dejar de mirar el camino. —Pero créeme que amo a tu madre y a ti, quiero lo mejor para todos, no importa lo que tenga que hacer.— noté como usaba más fuerza al manejar el volante después de esas palabras. —Y bueno, dado el hecho de que has estado demasiado rara éstas últimas semanas…— 

—¿Rara, yo? Nunca, así siempre me comporto.— interrumpí. 

—Mentira, escuchas mucha música romántica, cuando tu eres más de rock y música vieja, te maquillas mucho al salir, antes no lo hacías, ni siquiera cuando salías con tus amigas, ahora si lo haces, te bañar todos los días y te la pasas bailando y cantando— lo miré confundida, si prestaba atención a mi vida, más de lo que yo pensaba. 

—Yo me bañaba todos los días…— 

—Mentira, lo hacías dos veces a la semana, y cuando Charlotte te decía que lo hicieras, respondías "¿Para qué? ¿Para quién? Sucia.— me sonrojé un poco, que pena que él recuerde eso. —Y ahora lo haces más seguido y te maquillas más seguido, mírate— me miró la cara unos segundos. Nos detuvimos en un semáforo rojo. —Te ves hermosa, no quiero decir que haces todo esto por alguien más, no necesariamente se tiene que hacer algo así por alguien más. Por como es la sociedad ahora, decir eso es para que te cancelen. En fin, sales mucho con tus amigas, mucho, y debes saber de una vez que eres muy mala escondiendo cosas.— trague saliva, era muy observador, prestaba atención a mi vida y yo pensaba que no, por eso no conectaba con él los primeros meses. —Por eso quería hablar, ya que no te he escuchado hablar de algún chico… Puedo deducir que esas salidas con tus amigas, las haces con una en especial, eres… ¿Lesbiana?— preguntó con naturalidad. Solté una carcajada al escuchar eso. —No tiene nada de malo que lo seas, yo te amo tal y como seas, en pleno 2021 hay más de dos géneros y ese tema de la ropa, etc, etc.— 

—No, no, no— interrumpí, recuperando la respiración. —No soy lesbiana, Michael.— el semáforo cambió a verde. —Pero aprecio mucho que te quieras involucrar en mi vida, de verdad, me encanta.— nunca había dicho esas palabras, ni con mi padre biológico. —Pero fallaste.— dije ya con más naturalidad. 

—Claro que si, siempre trato de ser mejor, el mejor para ustedes y quiero que tengamos comunicación, por ejemplo… si hubieras pedido permiso para ir a éste fest te la hubiera dado, incluso hubiera hablado con Elliot y Dakota para que dejaran ir a Sam.— eso era mentira, detesto que los padres den una versión de lo "Buenos" que pudieron ser, cuando no es así. —Quiero ser parte de tu vida— dijo, nos volvimos a detener en un semáforo rojo, me miró a los ojos, su mirada reflejaba cariño y felicidad de pasar tiempo conmigo. —¿Entonces?— Sonreí y asentí un par de veces, estaba apuntó de dar una de las mejores mentiras de mi vida. 

—Se trata de un chico.— solté, con el corazón a mil, sentía que se me saldría del pecho. —Tal vez no debería ser así, haber cambiado tanto por una persona, como tu lo dices, pero en realidad… No te das cuenta de ese cambio, solo ocurre y te sientes feliz con el.— Noté su sonrisa pícara, tape la mitad de mi cara con mi mano derecha. —No me mires así, por favor.— solté pequeñas risas tímidas. 

—Estoy feliz por ti, es la primera vez que te veo enamorada, en éste tipo de situación. ¿Cómo es? ¿Cuál es su nombre?— mi corazón empezó a latir más rápido, ¿En qué me metí? —Se llama…— pensé lo más rápido que pude. —Scott…— ¿En serio? Cabrera, ¿No se te ocurrió algo mejor que Pilgrim? —Es un chico muy lindo, me trata bien y me cuida, me siento cómoda con él, pero no les había dicho nada, ya sabes, en caso de que no duráramos, pero ahora lo sabes.— dije ya empezando a controlarme. 

—¿Cuánto tiempo llevan juntos?— preguntó con interés. Creo que en eso no hace falta mentir, quiero decir, ya le cambié el nombre, lo demás no puede ser mentira. 

—Empezamos a ser pareja el ocho de enero de éste año, no llevamos mucho tiempo, pero el poco que llevamos me he sentido bien.— dije suspirando lentamente. 

—Me alegro mucho por ti, ¿Dónde se conocieron?— Oh no… 

—Bueno… me mandó solicitud en Facebook, Sam me dijo que se la aceptara, es su amigo y pues él me dijo que yo le gustaba a Scott y pues no es para nada feo, entonces… la acepté y hubo una pequeña conexión rápidamente. Hablamos por horas y eso, hasta que nos vimos y decidimos ser lo que somos ahora, todo en menos de una semana.— terminé de decir. 

—¿Es amigo de Sam? Nunca me contó de él, todo pasó muy rápido. Quiero decir, Sam y tú se conocieron en la fiesta de año nuevo, ¿Se hicieron amigos tan rápido?— No puede ser. Está atando cabos. 

—Si, antes de que se fuera a su trabajo hablamos un poco e intercambiamos números, de ahí a Facebook y al par de días Scott me mandó solicitud.— traté de no romper la cronología. —Y ahora que Sam y yo nos veremos más seguido me ayudará a seguir con Scott, dándome recomendaciones y eso, bueno, eso espero.— terminé de explicar. Por favor que no me pida una foto de él, por favor. 

—¿Puedo ver alguna foto?— maldición. 

—Eh… no lo creo, no quiero que lo vayas a acosar o algo— 

—Bueno, supongo que está bien, pero si todo va bien, algún día tendré que conocerlo, no me molesta esperar. Aunque debo decir que todo pasó muy rápido, me alegro por ti y espero que todo siga muy bien para ustedes y gracias por al fin contarme todo…— parecía que algo estába pasando por su mente, como si estuviese almacenando información. —Espera…— me miró con seriedad, volví a tragar saliva. —Entonces… ¿Todas las salidas con tus amigas, eran las salidas con Scott?— tengo que revisar mis pantalones, casi me orino encima. 

—Eh… S-si, no todas, pero si muchas— dije para después soltar una pequeña risa de nervios. 

—Lo sabía, algo me decía que no eran salidas con tus amigas.— dijo con una sonrisa. Después de todo no estaba tan equivocado, volví mi vista hacia la carretera. Había aprendido algo de todo esto, Michael era observador y atento con las personas que quiere y aunque pueda fallar en algunas cosas, puede deducir otras, Sam y yo tenemos que cuidar bien nuestros pasos. 


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—Gracias por traerme.— dije bajándome del auto, estaba frente a la casa de la señora Parks. 

—Puedo pasar por ti más tarde si quieres— me dijo con una sonrisa. No quería pasar más tiempo con él por hoy, no quería que me sacara más información, ya era difícil con todo lo que había soltado. 

—No, Scott vendrá por mi— dije correspondiendo la sonrisa. —Pero gracias.— asintió. 

—Muy bien, cuídate mucho, igual, cualquier cosa, puedes llamarme.— asentí. 

—Gracias papá, tu también cuídate, suerte en el trabajo.— dije para después dar vuelta y dirigirme a la puerta. Antes de hacerlo pude ver como sonreía como tonto, como si estuviese orgulloso de que lo haya llamado papá. Para mi, fue raro, pero lindo volver a agradecer de esa manera a alguien que no era mi padre, pero que se esforzaba por serlo. Escuché el auto avanzar y alejarse, toqué la puerta de la casa. Pasados unos minutos abrió una señora de treinta años, un poco baja, de cabello negro y largo casi por la cintura, parecía desarreglada y triste, como si estuviese llorando toda la noche. 

—Evelyn ¿Qué haces aquí?— me preguntó confundida. 

—Vengo a mi jornada— dije confundida yo también. 

—¿No te avisaron?— volvió a preguntar. Mi mirada de felicidad había cambiado, estaba confundida. 

—¿Qué cosa?—

—Mamá falleció el sábado en el hospital. Le dije a mi hermano que te avisara por mensaje, supongo que se le olvidó— No puede ser. 

—Y-yo… N-no, no me avisaron, Sara…— la abracé con fuerza. —Lo siento mucho. De verdad lo lamento.— dije sin dejar de abrazarla, era extraño, parecía que yo empezaría a llorar, pero ella no. Supongo que es normal, debió haber llorado toda la noche. Me separe de ella.

—¿Quieres pasar? Puedes ayudarme con unas cosas que necesito empacar.— me dijo para después abrir la puerta completamente, pude notar que aquella casa que parecía siempre estar con gritos, risas, tanto de la madre como de los niños, ahora estaba vacía y solitaria. 

—Claro…— entré a la casa, seguida de ella. Aquella silla de ruedas en la sala frente a la televisión donde siempre estaba la señora Diana, ahora estaba vacía. Un gran sentimiento de nostalgia recorrió mi mente. Sara pasó a mi lado, con lentitud, subiendo las escaleras por aquellas donde siempre los pequeños jugaban aunque los regañara varias veces con el miedo de que se cayeran. Llegamos a la habitación principal. 

—Nos mudaremos Toronto. Es a donde fuimos éste fin de semana, allá nació mamá y es curioso… allá falleció.— dijo para después tomar unas grandes maletas, y ponerlas sobre la cama. —¿Puedes acomodar los zapatos y la ropa para frío por favor?— me preguntó, Asentí. Un silencio triste se hizo presente por unos segundos. —Por más tiempo que pasé, que sepas que pasará… Nunca estás listo para ese momento.— sabía que se refería a la muerte. —Pero ella parecía lista, sólo se quedó dormida con una sonrisa. Como si al fin pudiera descansar. A sus noventa y dos años… Ella sabía que ya era hora de irse y yo también lo sabía, pero cuando ocurrió… No quería creerlo.— cerré mis ojos con fuerza, sabía que lloraría. —Lo último que papá le dijo antes de morir fue… "Te amaré hasta en la otra vida, te esperaré, querida." Y lo último que escuché a mamá decir fue "En ésta en todas las vidas." ¿Cómo recordó aquella frase después de casi quince años? No tengo idea, pero fue algo que me hizo aceptar que ya era hora. Ahora ella y papá son felices en otra vida.— maldición, estoy llorando. 

—No pude despedirme de ella, no pude hacerlo…— dije entre sollozos con los ojos cerrados. Sentí como Sara me abrazó. 

—¿Estás segura?—

Abrí los ojos, estaba frente a la mesa, acababa de preparar un postre especial para Diana, sus pastelillos favoritos. Tome un plato pequeño con uno de ellos y con el entre manos caminé hasta la silla de ruedas, que siempre estaba frente a la televisión. 

—Huele muy rico— pudo decir apenas. Se lo entregué con una sonrisa, dio una pequeña mordida, su cara arrugada y adorable expresaba satisfacción. —Me encanta— dijo para después mirarme con una sonrisa, aun masticando su bocado. 

—Gracias, siempre trato de cocinar lo mejor para ti.— dije para después darme un pequeño beso en la frente. Escuché los pasos de Sara por las escaleras, ya venía a despedirme, ya era tarde y tenía que irme a casa. 

—Lamento que sea tan tarde Evy, pero necesitaba que te quedaras otro rato para preparar lo de los boletos de avión. Pero ya te puedes ir, muchas gracias por quedarte, mamá despídete de Evy.— dijo para después pasar a la cocina a buscar su bolso, donde tenía un sobre con dinero. 

—Nos vemos abuela Diana, cuídate mucho allá y abrígate bien que hará frío.— dije para después abrazarla 

—Adiós, pequeña cuídate mucho.— me separé de ella, extrañada. —Nunca dices "Adiós"— 

—Adiós pequeña, gracias por otro día más aquí con nosotras.— dijo con una sonrisa. La miré con una sonrisa. No le di importancia, casi siempre se despedía diferente, pero esa vez, se despidió con un adiós, nunca lo había hecho. 

—Sabes que me encanta cuidarte.— dije para después darle otro beso en la frente. 

—¡Evy, se hace tarde!— escuché gritar a Sara desde la cocina. 

—Adiós abuela— dije para después sonreír y caminar hasta la cocina. 

No tenía idea de que esa sería la última vez que la vería. 

—Gracias por todo Evy. De verdad fuiste un ángel para ella y para mis hijos. Siempre te recordaremos.— dijo para después entregarme una foto que nos habíamos tomado el primer día que comencé a trabajar aquí, en ella, estábamos Sara, el pequeño Timmy a la derecha de su madre yo a su derecha, la señora Diana en el medio, a mi derecha el pequeño Ulises. Como si fuésemos una familia. No pude evitar sonreír al ver a la señora Diana en esa foto. 

—Gracias a ustedes, espero algún día poder volver a verlos.— 

—Tal vez en agosto o septiembre, por ahora, es todo.— dijo para después abrazarme, un gran abrazo, se separó al cabo de unos segundos, para después subir a su auto e irse. No lo sabía cuando lo hice, pero si, si había sido una despedida de la señora Diana. 


A Sam lo acaba de dejar su novia hace unos meses. Llegada la fiesta de año nuevo va a casa de sus abuelos donde de sorpresa el tío Michael les presenta a su nueva pareja, Charlotte. ¿El problema? 
La hija de Charlotte es peligrosamente atractiva para Sam. 
Dejando de lado que podrían ser familia... 

¿Eso está mal?

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