Just as Jemima was about to open her mouth to ask what a Noble was and what it had to do with the King, the wooden door to the room swung open with a loud bang. Three heavily armoured men filed into the room, their presence intimidating and commanding, swords swinging back and forth.

Quietly, under his breath, Oscar growled, "Knights."

Jemima had no idea what he meant by that, but there was no time to ask. She fell still, watching the three men as the largest eyed her suspiciously.

He stalked forward, and in a steely voice, announced, "Noble Greyleaf, I trust that you are in good health after your quite unfortunate accident. The King requires you to return to training." 

He paused, and threw a disgusted look at Oscar, who was sitting with his head bowed, silent, his silvery-blond hair falling over his face, the book trembling slightly in his large, pale hands.

"As for you, Commoner Darkland," the man spat 'Commoner' like it was an insult, eyes dark with hate, "You may be dismissed." 

Jemima watched as Oscar closed the book and placed it lightly on the chair, straightened, clenched his fists and walked out the door, his whole body rigid with tension. The door clicked closed softly behind him, and Jemima felt a pang of pity for him. 

The Knight turned back to Jemima, sitting in the bed with her eyes bright and curious, and continued speaking like nothing had happened. 

"If I am honest, Noble, I do not know what you see in that Commoner. He is nothing but a worthless orphan, left on the streets to fade away. Nothing more, nothing less. But you treat him like an equal- you let him treat you like you two are equal-" 

Jemima raised a hand. This man got on her nerves, with all his talk about being equal, and she was determined to tell him that. Jemima had never been one to hide her opinions, and from what she had seen, Oscar was nothing but a loyal, and devoted friend. Even though she knew nothing about the hierarchy of this strange world, she assumed that Nobles were above Knights.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth to speak. Jemima didn't know where she got the words from, but they flowed swiftly out of her when she barely understood what they meant herself.

"Knight, that is enough. I am allowed to befriend whomever I like, whether it is a fellow Noble, or a 'lowly Commoner' as you call them. Are you questioning your higher up's choices? Because this is how I see it." Jemima flashed a glare at the Knight, who had gone quite still.

"Noble I- I meant no disrespect, forgive me!" The Knight bowed deeply, fear obvious in his stiff stance.

"It does not matter what you meant. Do you have anything else to tell me or was the only thing you came to say was to judge who I make friends with?" Jemima inquired in a icy cold voice, eyeing him.

The man straightened quickly and fumbled with a piece of paper, and opened it with a small tearing sound.

"Ahem. The King and Council require your presence at the meeting today, late afternoon, once you have finished training, for a meeting of the King's Council."

Jemima nodded her acknowledgement. "Alright. If that is all, you may be dismissed."

The three men bowed and turned to exit. As they opened the door, Jemima's voice sounded out again.

"Knight. One more thing."

"Yes, Noble?" The leader asked, turning back around to face her respectfully.

"If you see Commoner Darkland, send him back to my room." She commanded.

"Understood."

The moment the men left the room, Jemima let out a long breath. That didn't go as bad as she had feared. Alone in the room, she looked around and took in her surroundings again.

It was quite plain, four grey walls covered in draping and tapestries. The door was on the left side of the bed, and windows framed in floor length, blood red curtains to the right. Against the left wall, near the door, was a plush red and gold sofa, and in the right corner of the wall opposite the bed was an intricately designed door that Jemima thought probably led to the toilet and bathroom. A gold framed mirror hung above a desk on the same wall, next to a crackling, cheerful fire, with wood to top it up sitting on a small rack next to the desk.

Quietly, carefully, Jemima slipped out of the bed and placed her bare feet on the plush white carpet. Not used to the extra weight her new male body had, she stumbled slightly, feet tripping over each other, then quickly regained her balance. The carpet's warm threads, warmed by the fire, swallowed her feet with each step as she padded slowly over to the mirror. Jemima inspected the reflection in the mirror staring back at her.

A handsome male face stared back at her, with bright green, sparkling, playful eyes, short, sandy brown hair and light olive toned skin, a small earring hanging from his left ear, clothed in a loose white shirt and nothing more. Jemima stared for another moment, then reached a finger out and up to touch the mirror ever so lightly. 

"So it's real...I'm not dreaming-" she murmured, half to herself. Hearing her voice sound softly through the room, made it all seem more real. 

"Of course it's real." A cocky voice broke through Jemima's reverie, and she spun around towards the door, surprised. "Did you really think you imagined it all?"

There stood Oscar, leaning against the door with his arms crossed, all the fear and timidity from before gone, his eyes burning silver. A smile as wide as the devil's lit his face up at he met her gaze.

"C'mon, there's no reason to looked so surprised. Let me take you on a tour of the castle!" Oscar laughed.

What would you do, if one day, you woke up in an entire different world, in an entire different body, with a corrupt King who is tearing his kingdom apart?

[God has spoken.]
What was this? What was happening?
[Your world will be tested.]
Where was this voice coming from? God? What does it mean by God?
[Survive. Live. Thrive. So deems your God.]
Silence. And then screams.

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He woke up to darkness.
Survive. Live. Thrive. The words kept pounding in his head, inducing echoes of pain that would likely lead to a headache later on. 
He groaned, annoyed at his disrupted sleep. The sheets were soft beneath him and the covers a warmth that pleasantly protected him from the room's chill. 
He rose up on the bed, yawning lazily as he tried to remember where he was. It was too dark to see anything beyond the dim movements of his own body, so he pushed the covers, feet reaching for the floor. The moment he felt cold marble, lights shone around the room, blinding him. Eyes blinking, he tried to make his surroundings in-between white spots. 
A large bed with heavy green pillows and covers. A windowless room with marble flooring and beige walls. A comfortable sofa, two cozy couches and a small table in their midst. It was a very nice room. Wooden draws with odd, elegant engravings. Fur carpets in bright greens and dark blues. Silver frame for the mirror. Dark gold for the paintings. 
A really, really nice room. He didn't recognize any of it.
Where was he? How did he come here? Why wasn't he back in… back in--
Back in where? Where was he before this? 
He came up with a blank. He couldn't remember. What was he doing yesterday? What was outside this room? What did other people look like? 
Blank. Blank. Blank.
What did he look like?
In a panic, he ran toward the tall silver-framed mirror. A young man in his late teens or early twenties greeted him. A man with black skin and long white hair. Someone built lean and athletic, with handsome features. Someone in a well-worn grey nightgown and loose pants. 
He touched his face. Who was this?
"I…�� he started and abruptly stopped. Was that what he sounded like?
He couldn't remember. Blank. Blank. Blank.
He stepped back from the mirror, hating the stranger in its reflection.
There had to be something he could remember. There had to be.
His family? His name? His memories? Anything at all?
He fell to the carpeted floor, defeated.
Blank. Blank. Blank. No memories. No family. No name. 
There was nothing. Just empty space where his memories should have been.
He rubbed his temples. The headache returned with a vengeance.
A semi-transparent screen popped up in front of him. 
Surprised, he stared at the illusory rectangle with writing on it.
Weird squiggles and lines on a neat font. He didn't recognize the symbols. He couldn't read the writing. 
He laughed, self-deprecating. He received a magical alarm, and he couldn't even read it! Could he read at all?
A sudden thought came to mind. He could speak! He had spoken before.
"I can speak," he slowly annunciated. The motions familiar on his tongue. The sounds foreign to his ears. What language was that? The only reason he even knew what he had said was because he knew what he was about to say.
"I can speak," he repeated and the misery returned tenfold. He had no idea what syllables he had pronounced, what accent he had spoken, or even in how many words the form of his intentioned meaning was. He had said sounds. They were meant to make sense. He didn't know how. 
You weren't supposed to have this level of disconnection between speaking and thought. He knew that. How did he know that?
How did he know anything?
He sat there for a long time trying to understand what was happening to him. No answers came. His headache grew and screens appeared twice more before he decided to explore the outside.
He opened the heavy, wooden doors, finding them surprisingly light. What greeted him was a large hall. The space alone easily eclipsed his room, with granite walls and stone floors. Tall, majestic columns held an even more majestic ceiling far above him.
The place was strangely empty; the only furniture being a small throne-like chair, chiseled from grey stone. The bedroom was placed closer to the throne and as he closed the door behind him, he noticed that it faded in the background as if part of the walls.
A hidden door?
He sat on the chair, a bit weirded out as it faced opposite the tall metallic gates at the other end. If the spacious hall was majestic, then the gates were plain intimidating. They were easily the most luxurious thing in the room, with bejeweled ornaments and elegant incisions of silver and white gold.
A small shiver of cold as something hard and metallic formed in his hand. A simple knife with a dark wooden handle had appeared in his hands. He stared at it. So, objects could appear out of thin air too?
Noises came beyond the hall. He strained his ears to hear them. The sound of heavy steps and intelligible voices rested just beyond the gates.
He stared at the knife that had appeared with such a coincidental timing.
Multiple screens popped up in front of him. He ignored them in favor of covering his ears as the sound of screeching metal against stone made way across the hall. The gates were slowly being pushed open to reveal three humanoid figures dressed in leather and metal. 
A new screen popped up before him. With no time to think about why, his breath shattered as he recognized one of the words.
[... Survive ...]

The world used to be normal. The poor worked, tired, and slept. The rich laughed, drank, and slept. Whether you were a farmer, a warrior, or a mage, you knew your place in the world. You knew how to survive day by day as nations waged war and droughts destroyed crops. You kept your head down and prayed. Or you stood up and had your head cut down.
Until one day, God spoke.

[Your world will be tested.]

Towers rose from the depths of the earth, tall enough to pierce the skies.
100 floors. A single trial.
Power, fame, glory. All at your fingertips.
Monsters raged against villages. Storms descended upon cities.
The world changed. Life for many worsened.
But you had a chance. 100 floors. A single trial.
A chance to change everything.
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On long-term hiatus. This was just an idea that wouldn't leave alone, and I can see myself continuing it sometime in the far future but not right now, dear readers.

As soon as I realized that my mama had just killed someone, I also remembered that I left Sophia home alone. I am still trying to bring myself back to my senses as I make my back the way I had came, and take off running home as fast as my feet will carry me. 
As my home comes into view, I slow down enough to catch my breath. I am hoping that mama won't know that I was out and had left Sophia alone. I come up to the door and my mama opens the door and crosses her arms while staring me down. "So, you want to tell me where you were Sapphire?" I turn look up at her and silently walk past her into the house. "Sapphire, I am speaking to you. Tell me where you had to go that was so important that you left your sister home alone." 
I turn and look at her. I can feel the hysteria rising in me from what I had seen just a few hours ago. I let out a humorless laugh and turn and look at mama, "That is an interesting demand to be coming from you. Your never even home, and yet you feel that you have the right to criticize me when you just murdered someone. Also, Sophia isn't a little girl anymore, she is 13. I am sure she can handle being alone for a couple of hours." With that I turn and walk away and head up the stairs into my room.
As soon as I get to into my room I slam my door shut behind me. I decide to take a shower to calm down. I turn to my bathroom and stop as I look at myself in the mirror. I am still startled at what I see.
I still have eyes that are this mauve color and my hair is still a silver so fine it's almost white. I never did know or understand why I look so different then mama. Even Sophia has brown eyes the color of chocolate chips that are framed by her sunkissed blond hair that always reminds me of soft caramel.
I turn away from the mirror and turn on the shower and get in. As I start to wash my hair I hear a clatter from my room. I rinse the soap from my hair and shut the water off. I get out and pull on my bath robe and quietly open the bathroom door. 
As I peek out from around the door I see someone laying on my bed. I walk out of the bathroom and pick up my school history book and walk over and raise my book, "Who are you and how did you get into my room?!?!?!" I scream and then as I am about ready to hit the person In the head I notice the persons eyes. The boy with the red eyes is alive and is in my room.

Sapphire has a normal everyday life, that is until she saw something she not have seen. After her mama tells her she is not who she thought she was, Sapphire's life gets turned upside down. Read to join Sapphire and her werewolf friend Ashton as they go on an adventure to follow the tasks given to Sapphire by Nyx, to find out why Sapphire is only 75% vampire, and how she will change the world around her.

1st person POV
I woke up.
I went to high school.
I went to school again for grad day.
I'm at home now.
Yay, now we've got a setting.
So, on with the story.
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3rd person POV
Her silver head bobbed up and down as she listened to the radio. Her favorite pop music was blasting. As she enthusiastically moved her head to the beat, her mother entered her monotone bedroom.
"Hon, for God's sake stop acting like a crazy turtle!!!"
The girl cringed at her mother's words but obediently turned down the radio and straightened her neck.
"Dinner's ready, so come down to eat!"
"5 minutes."
"Hon, don't starve yourself."
"I'm not."
Her mother sighed and quietly left the room, leaving her free to finally release a pig-like snort that had been building up for the past minute. Now that she wasn't distracted by the music, the virtual piles of homework on her laptop screen started popping out at her. Late, Late, Missing, 7/15, Late, 10/11, blah blah blah...
Whatever.
She didn't really care anyways. Her motto for academic life was PASS - Proficient, Adequate, Solitude, and Sufficient. She always made sure her grades were barely enough to pass the class. So, not really any accomplishments there. She was essentially a miserable introvert of a loner.
Raising the volume of the radio, she threw her suddenly heaving and aching head back onto her chair. As she stared at the bland, off-white ceiling, Katana "Kat" Chira decided that if music was too loud for her mother's tastes, she would simply find a new cathartic practice to engage in. Say, she remembered hacking into a random online diary for fun and reading something about... punching soft furniture(ex. sofas, beds, etc.)?
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1st person POV(KAT)
I, Kat was the sole daughter of doting Japanese immigrants Seiko Mizuki and Inei Chira. Born in Japan, my parents had been childhood sweethearts who moved to the United States of America to gain better job prospects. Damn, they sure had had it easy in terms of romance. I was also the sole sister of Mazoku Chira and Hakuren Chira.
Sighing, I stood up and changed into black spaghetti straps along with some black jeans. I gazed into a mirror. Ruby eyes framed by glinting silver hair stared back at me. Such bright hair really was inconvenient. I usually preferred to dye it black or deep blue, only choosing to keep it silver to celebrate the beginning of summer vacation. Yep, black is a color I appreciate.
It was time to scout for before going to dinner. Mom and the rest were definitely acting super fishy before. So suspicious, in fact, that I decided to go to dinner earlier in order to interrogate them properly. Before I opened the door, I prepared myself by defensively holding a pillow in front of my chest.
Once finished with my preparations, I gingerly flung the door open - for an adorably heartmeltingly cute toddler to throw himself at me. CUTENESS OVERLOAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!!! Abandoning the pillow, I caught and hugged Hakuren, my five year old brother.
Mom had dyed his similarly silver hair black for him, but I could spot some glinting strands peeking out. His eyes were a golden hue instead of ruby like mine, and his chubby, tender face was practically urging people to squish it. 
Hakuren actually had an extremely amusing backstory. The reason why he had such a feminine name was because Mom, being her, didn't get an ultrasound and insisted that Hakuren was female based on "Mother's instinct". By the time she found out Hakuren was male, it was too late and his name was already on the birth certificate. Once again, Mom being Mom decided that she would go with Hakuren.
This would be an excellent chance for interrogation. I couldn't resist tugging at his cheeks, though.
"Hakureeeeeeen, SO CUTE!!!"
"...Big sis!"
"Now Hakuren, I know something's up."
"What? H-he, nothing's gonna happen!"
"Don't bull- crap. You're a bad liar."
"..."
"GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
"Stop fake crying."
"..."
I smiled. 
Operation Replace Pillow Shield with Hakuren Shield success! With a lighter heart, I padded down the long hallway to eat dinner.

Sorry to anyone who feels disappointed. I've decided to PAUSE this novel, because I really don't have the time and brainpower to invest into this right now... Maybe I'll start it again sometime later. However, I'm going to be working on another collection of story ideas - I have a fair amount, but I can never seem to realize them. Thank you for your understanding.

Kat, real name Katana, is a normal high schooler who gets more depressed every time she gazes at piles of homework.

On grad day, her parent's start acting fishy. Her older bro is even more annoyingly affectionate than usual, which is saying something. Her younger brother is more clingy than usual - like a baby koala bear. There's definitely weird stuff going on here.

"Something's up, I know it."

"What??? H-he, nothing's gonna happen!"

"Don't bull- crap me. So clingy."

"...GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"

"Stop fake crying."

On grad day, Kat feels even more depressed. College must assign even more hard work than high school... Not to mention running around like a chicken with it's head cut off because of a bomb dropped during grad day dinner(I knew something was suspicious).

WARNING: May contain potentially offensive things like casual cursing, stoic female lead, gore, yadayada.
WARNING: I've decided to take it slooooooooooooow. Like, slow slow. SO that means 1 update every week or two.

Nothing else - I genuinely hope you enjoy your time with Kat.

A loud shriek broke through a calm and serene evening.

Standing in front of the bronze mirror, Jiang Ying Yue was stupefied.

Who was this?

Why did she look so weird?

In the mirror, sat a beautiful 13 year old girl.

Her soft and silky hair was silver in color, he skin was as white as snow; healthy, soft and plump. The previous black mark across her face was gone, replaced by a beautiful and bewitching countenance that could move cities. She might still be young but even now her countenance was beyond compare. 

Sitting peacefully in the middle of her unblemished forehead was a red crescent moon symbol. The red symbol against her almost translucent skin enhanced her beauty even more. Silver brows, a phoenix shaped eye framed her small face. Her pupil was ink-black, so black that it could instantly hypnotize you the minute you look into it, and circling it was a red iris. The red was glowing.

Small and high pointed nose and a small red lips could be seen.

This was why Jiang Ying Yue decided to greet the manor's inhabitants with her loud scream right before dinner time.

She could not believe what she was seeing in the mirror.

'Who is this? Is this me?'

She touched her face and pulled her right cheek. 

'Oww! Yikes that hurt. This is me and I am not dreaming. What the hell actually happened?'

Her mind was in turmoil.

Actually, back on Jiang Ying Yue's previous life, she was a beautiful woman as well. It was just she did not expect her current body to posses this much beauty.

Damnnnn what a hottie. 

Despite her still in shock, Jiang Ying Yue still wore her white robe and red veil carefully and strode towards the dining hall. 

Whatever it was, she needed to ask her master about it.

..........

"I know you have a lot of questions. Ask ahead Ying Yue."

Currently, Jiang Ying Yue and Yan Hua were at the main hall. They directly went here right after dinner.

Jiang Ying Yue did not waste time at all. "Master, do you know why do I look like this?" Her left was holding her weird silver-colored hair.

Yan Hua had already expected her to ask that. "Ying Yue, when I went to the hot spring that day, I found you unconscious on the floor. At that time, despite your whole body was charred black, I could still see your silver hair. I was astonished at first but I wanted to save you first."

He sighed heavily. "In fact, even I don't know why you hair changed color, not why your eyes are like that. I am still confused as to why was there dark clouds and lightnings hitting you. And it was even red and black lightnings!"

Yan Hua was still figuring out on what was happening with his disciple. Was the lightning a good or a bad thing? Why did her hair and eyes changed color?

"As far as I know, the mark on your face disappeared due to the poison is no longer in your body. And, people only changed their hair and eye color when they have awakened their full potential but the thing is, you haven't even started cultivating! No matter how talented you are, it will take at least 5 years to awaken it but many people can't even do it in their whole lifetime!"

"And the mark on your forehead is weird as well. I have never seen anyone with the moon symbol before."

That was what puzzled him the most. Only people with high innate talent would have the mark, yes, but he had not even tested her innate talent yet so how come the mark suddenly appeared? 

A lot of mysteries surrounding this little disciple of his.

Jiang Ying Yue really wanted to know the answer but, if even her great master did not know, then it would be useless to continue asking about it. It was better if she could ask some other important matters.

"It's okay master. Maybe I will know the answer to it one day. I wanna thank you for saving me." Taking a pause, she asked, "Master may I know why did I feel three different kind of pains during the process? I am curious."

Heh, this little lass sure was a curious cat. "The first phase was the 'cleansing meridians' phase. The poison had embedded itself deep into your veins hence the first phase was to clean it. It was to clean every vessel and meridians and unblock them for cultivating. Your meridians are now clean and flowing steadily, if not better than a normal person."

"The second phase was 'bone strengthening' stage. You had been sick all this while making your bones really weak. Plus, the poison weakened your bones as well. But now, even though the process was painful, the result is worth it. Your bones are now 5 times stronger than a normal person. Even a normal cultivator who took 'bone strengthening pill' could only make their bones 3 times stronger than a normal person."

"The last phase was 'impurities cleansing' stage. Your body, with the poison in it had accumulated a lot of impurities in your body. Adding the less nutritious food you eat and you body have not started cultivating even at this age, which considered very late, it had many impurities in every part of your body. Which showed in the changes on your skin and your inner now."

But.. Yan Hua hesitated to say the last part. "But.. in the ancient text, it did not mention anything about dark clouds and lightnings striking the person who is dispelling the poison. It did not even mention hair and eye color changes. That is what baffles me the most."

Jiang Ying Yue heard everything that Yan Hua said. 'No wonder the pain was different for each. But no matter what, the poison is gone and maybe I can start cultivating now.'

Jiang Ying Yue was grateful to her master. She smiled sincerely and got down her knees and kowtowed to him- which surprised Yan Hua greatly.

"Thank you master for saving my life twice. No matter what, Ying Yue is indebted to you and will forever be your disciple."

Yes, twice. Once, from the poison. Second, to calm the chaotic energy in her body.

Yan Hua quickly reached to raise her up. Making a fake stern expression, he reprimanded her. "What are you thanking master for? Master is YOUR master. Of course I will save my disciple. Don't you know? A master is a father for life. So no need to thank me. Just bring me honor and be successful will do."

Despite him making a not-so-convincing stern face, Yan Hua was in glee in his heart. He had been single his whole life! Now he had a daught.. ehem disciple to dot on!

Hmpph he can show off to them old guys too. 

Hearing her master, Jiang Ying Yue felt warm in her heart. Yes, her master was a father for life. She will do her best to bring honor to his name.

Smiling from the bottom of her heart, she said: "Master, I will do my best to be successful. But, how do I know whether I can cultivate or not."

She was worried about this. Of course, her master had said that he could teach her something else of she could not cultivate. But she still wanted to be strong in order to fulfill her promise to Gu Mingxia.

But if she could not cultivate, then she could find another way to exact her revenge. 

"Heh,you don't have to worry about that. Tomorrow after lunch, master will guide you." Yan Hua said.

Xi Ying Yue, a genius military scientist of the 21st century died in a plane crash and her soul transmigrated into the body of a sickly Jiang Ying Yue, a worthless 3rd young miss of the Left Prime-Minister's house.

In a world where Qi Cultivation is practiced, the strong is respected and the weak is scorned, due to the original Jiang Ying Yue's sickly constitution, she was murdered.

Now that this miss is here, I'll show them what it means to be powerful. Godly Space? She has it! Taming beast is hard? This miss only needs to show myself and they will submit to me! Alchemy and potion? This miss has a great master for it! But.. who is this person smiling crookedly here? Excuse me Mr, you are you?!

A certain shameless evildoer: Beloved wife, the weather is nice, the night has fallen and the bed is calling for us and husband is hungry. How about you let me eat?

Jiang Ying Yue: If you wanna eat then go and eat. Why are you suddenly mentioning about the night and the weather? And why are your hands wondering everywhere? Whaaaaaaattt!

Evildoer: I'm hungry for you.

And thus a certain lamb was eaten for the whole night by a certain evildoer.


P/s: Parental Guidance for readers under 17 is advised as the novel contains bloody scenes and smut smut moments.

The cover is not mine and was taken from google. Credit to the creator :)

"Blood that cries out from the ground cultivated the marks, strings and revelation of shrewed seed for the mercy seat."

Vopshi got held by the King to remain by his side as the Chief's under his wings traverse to the valley of destruction. He tried to argue and win his spot to guide them but the King's decision remained unshaken. Vopshi got speechless when the King handed a commincator device. It was a peanut size tablet with antenna line. 
"Someone needs to communicate with them inside the Palace. My absence will affect the current court meeting. I am counting on you Mayor Vopshi." The King informed as he waltz with dignity on the huge Palace wall. 

King Ashbel Aziza III,  His blue violet locks and red pupil made him look like a guy with an impression that he is not just a prince charming but also a knight and shinning armour. He was said to be the first ever King who live with the commoners before ascending the throne. The more reason why his current policies are to serve and respect people. His long term quest made him the most loved and nominated King even at the age of 49. Plus his baby face made every woman squeal. 

Vopshi repented for doubting the King's plan. Sometimes his screw would got lose to the point he can't see the purpose of unexpected routes. He stared at the window that captures the aerial view of the islands where their Pastors are held.

Jogli wiped his glasses.  His silver pupil blinks. He put on the glasses to look at his reflection on the mirror. His red hair was turvy. Mahli's reflection from the mirror made him smile. Her short permy dark cream locks framed her yellowish skin and pink eyes.  They got married at a young age but people say that he acts like a father figure because of his perfectionist side. His wife just came out from the shower. Jogli was so immersed with his work and temporary leading the village that he neglected being a husband.  Mahli spread their blanket and settle herself on the bed. Jogli turned off the light and spooned his wife. Her snoring made him chuckle.

Elim heared a sharp loud cry from the hall. One of the Pastors decline what their kidnappers are asking him to do. After a while,  the men wearing black capes drag a bloody body of one Pastor whom they beat up. His warning tone echoed all through out. 
"Listen up folks, Witness how your co-saint get burns to ashes. His stubborn belief and faith will send him a fast-forward toward your so called heaven."
Their mocking laugh accompanied the flame burning in their sight. One of the men shouted. 
"Who else want to get burnt and descend to that paradise you dream off?"
All the Pastors inside their cell united and uplift both of their hands.  The men laughed and roared but the Pastors remained brave and unified. Their laugh got stained with nervousness. Every single saint they have locked displayed determination. Their ground got shaken when a sudden explosion happened within the enemies medical ward and technical room. A guard came running and screamed. 
"Uncage the prisoners and bind them. We need to get out of here, one of the experiment failed!"
The men started unlocking each prison cell. The Pastors defended their selves and escaped from the enemies lair as in the midst of the commotion. Due to the explosion they got scattered from all direction. 

Tirzah and the gang felt the qauke from the island to the sea. Their destination created a massive eruption that wrecked their mission. Guni got elected as the team leader.  Guni can see the furious approach of burnt object and he commanded the team to jump out of the ship. A flaming piece of the building is heading toward their ship.
The cold and greenish water got surfaced by a gray thick smoke as the glowing gaseous consumed their foundation. Guni made the signal to swim toward the nearest shore. 

Elim woke up as Vaniah is tying up a bondage unto the wound upon his left arm. A woman that resembles the sunrise stood behind Vaniah. Her shoulder length hair remind him of the chief that got published on the newspaper with Tirzah. She introduced herself as Joah Gog from the village of Euph. When she smiled she resembled her brother. 
"Rest for now, Pastor Elim the two went out to look for a food."  Joah advised. 
The bushes got noisy when the two men appeared. They sat down and eat the fruits they gathered. The man with velvet  hair handed Elim some berries. He is the Pastor of Festo, he introduced himself as Bigvai. His peach eyes twinkled when Elim thanked him. The other Pastor bit his apple and surveyed the area for a better location. His dark green curly locks touched the tip of his glasses that framed his gray eyeballs. Zaccur adjusted his foggy glasses and pointed that they needed to sleep under the bushes together since they won't know when will their abductors attack them. Due to their lack of sleep during the past few days they all burried themselves under the yellowtops bushes. 

Jahleel used his gun's peeking accessories like a telescope to spot anything from a distant. He caught a number of men in black cape approaching toward their site. Thankfully Guni had the team search for a cave by the sea. Iconio constructed a bait by the entrance. Igos and Uel hid their things. 
Tirzah's stayed inside the cave with Sered as a bait to lure the strangers. 

Guni made the signal for Jahleel to fire his gun upward to invite the men in cape. It's as the King describes, they all held wore a black cape with a skull printings. Guni's plan worked and they successfully captured the men.  
Tirzah played well to provoke their targets. 

Elim got jolted up  from the sound of firegun. His heart begun to thirst the blood he used to rapture with his own flesh. His mind drifted to the past where he was the one who haunted and planted horror to someone's life.

When God literally Breath you out of Love.. You will never lose the wonder.

She opened the article and read the headline, Alan Stewart, to begin working in a management role at struggling Feather Textile Corporation. Her stomach churned, and she put her phone down. It had been months since she'd seen Alan—she'd almost forgotten he existed—but he'd returned to start working at Feather Textile.
She stood and paced back and forth in the balcony, feeling the heat of anger rise in her chest. If Alan had returned to work at Feather Textile, her uncle must be planning something. She marched into the bedroom, ready to ask Sean how he could allow such a thing. Before she could make it out of the room, the bright glint of silver caught her eye.
She turned and found a silver tray on her bed. On top of the tray, there was a single red rose, her wedding ring, and another note. Curious, she unfolded the note and scanned Sean's elegant script. She read, Honey, At least I didn't have to look in the rose bushes to find the ring. You're right—I don't intend to break my promises. You may begin your internship once your neck fully heals.
She let the note fall onto the tray, wondering what to do. A part from her wanted to throw the ring back into the rose bushes. He hadn't even apologized for losing his temper or trying to keep her locked up in the mansion. She picked up the ring and weighed it in her hand, watching the diamond wink and glitter in the light. With a sigh, she slid it onto her finger. She wanted to fight, but she knew it would be pointless. The note was the best she'd get.
She padded down the stairs, looking for Sean. She finally found him in his study, working on his computer. She entered the room, holding her left hand out so he could see the ring on her finger.
"My neck doesn't hurt me at all," she said. "I'm ready to begin my internship tomorrow."
He glanced at the ring on her finger and then up at her neck, "The bruises are still purple." 
"They won't fade for weeks," she said. "If I wait that long the summer will be over."
"Very well," he said. "But Geoffrey goes everywhere with you." 
"Everywhere?" Catherine asked. "How do you expect my coworkers to take me seriously if I have a bodyguard following me into every meeting? Besides, you have enough of your people at the company now. Don't you trust them?" 
Sean sighed, "Fine, she can wait in your office." 
"Fine," she said. "Can you let them know I'm coming?"
He nodded, and she left his study and climbed the stairs. She washed her face and climbed into bed, but she couldn't sleep. Her mind raced as she imagined the next day at work. What would she find when she walked into the office? What were Sean and Alan planning? Would she be able to learn about the company, or would it all be too overwhelming? She tossed and turned, finally drifting into a fitful sleep.
***
Catherine checked her reflection in the long mirror. She wore a crisp white button-down shirt and black slacks with a matching black blazer. She spun around, looking at herself from all angles. The suit was stylish and feminine but professional, and the high collar of the shirt hid her bruised neck. She smiled and slipped her feet into a pair of Louis Vuitton patent black pumps. Still, the outfit was missing something.
She crossed the closet and opened the large jewelry box Sean had bought for her. She ignored the large earrings and jeweled necklaces, choosing a simple silver chain with a small silver pendant shaped like a feather. She smiled as she clasped the necklace around her neck. To complete the outfit, she piled her hair into a simple bun and added a bit of mascara and some pale pink lipstick. Racing down the stairs, she poked her head into the dining room to look for Sean, but he wasn't there.
"He's already left for work," a maid said. "Do you want to bring some breakfast for the car?"
"No thanks," she answered.
After a fitful night of sleep, she was too nervous to eat breakfast. She walked outside and found Geoffrey waiting for her by the car. Ever since the kidnapping incident with Iris, Geoffrey had grown serious. She barely spoke to Catherine now besides a terse, "Good morning." 
With a sigh, Catherine climbed into the backseat of the town car. As the car glided along the country roads toward the city, she felt herself growing more nervous. Her heart hammered in her chest, and her stomach churned. She had no idea what to expect at the company. She'd never studied business, and she hadn't been a model student at school. What if they asked her to do something she didn't know how to do?
"You'll be fine, Mrs. Blair," Geoffrey said from the front seat. "You'll learn what to do—no one starts a new job as an expert." 
"Was I talking out loud?" Catherine asked.
Geoffrey smiled in the rearview mirror, "A bit." 
Catherine returned the smile, relieved that the bodyguard was talking to her again. But as the car pulled into the city, she felt the nerves returning. The last time she'd been to the offices, her father had still been alive.
Geoffrey parked the car, and the two took the elevator up to the offices. The elevator dinged, and Catherine wiped her palms on her slacks. As the doors slid open, she expected to see someone waiting for her, but there was no one there.
"Can I help you?" a secretary asked brightly from a desk.
"Um, yes," Catherine said. "My name is Catherine Blair. I'm here to begin my internship."
"Yes, of course," the receptionist said. "Please wait here. Mr. Jones will be with you shortly." 
Catherine perched on the edge of a chair, looking around the lobby. She was relieved to see that little had changed since her dad had run the company. The same stylish, modern furniture filled the waiting area, and the same framed photos of news articles and photoshoots decorated the walls.
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My apology for updating late today, and to compensate for it, I added extra chapters. Keep on voting and commenting. 
Stay safe and have a great day ahead!
Anna Shannel Lin


The wedding day. A moment that most women treasured with but not with her.

She was poisoned at her own wedding day; Nathalia Carter died full of hatred for her father and fiance. How could she accept that they murdered her? 

Nathalia gaped at Evette Carter, her step-sister, who was now laughing at her stupidity. Evette is one of the culprits behind her painful death.

Demons. They are all demons. Nathalia thought in silence while she closed her eyes as consciousness abandoned her. 

With rage and tears, Nathalia cursed them and promised to take revenge if given a chance to survive.

Suddenly, God hears her prayer and gives her a second chance, and she was allowed to come back to seek revenge. This time, she will not be so naive. She becomes fiercer and eager to bring the justice of her own death. 

She would make sure they got what they deserved in this life. Revenge. Torture. Take everything they had. Make them suffer, ten times worse than what they did to her.

Along the way, her life changed when she met the notorious playboy- Spencer Davidson. He aims to take her as his woman and help her to fulfill her desire to take revenge. 

Love, Revenge, and Mystery played along the way. Giving her the most challenging part as she journeyed her new life.


VOLUME TWO TITLE: BILLIONAIRE'S REBORN WIFE

SYNOPSIS: 

He had money, power, and everything the world has to offer. He was willing to give it all to her, but he was severely betrayed, leading to his cruelty. 
She ran away from her wedding, which ended in her own demise and became her forever nightmare. She eloped with another man over the one who loved her. She was cheated on by that person who lured her into leaving her husband. 
 
It's late to realize that she was used as a scapegoat and was sent into prison, finally, she died with endless hatred. 

God gave her a chance to be reborn, and that became her turning point to cherish her husband, this time, she will prove to him she’s worthy to be his wife. 


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   I groan against consciousness as crimson light flares across my eyelids. There is a sound I cannot place, though I find it soothing. I open my eyes and feel a jolt of fear as I realize...I have no idea where I am! Looking around, the walls of the room are marbled and elegant. The furniture appears antique. There are large round widows across from the bed; with stained glass panels on hinges that swing outward, they are open. Black velvet curtains drawn back. 
    Standing and crossing to the window; a warm, soft breeze washes over me. Light glints off water from a beach; waves lapping against the shore just yards away. The scene reminds me of a fairytale. The water is so blue and clear I can see the ocean floor. The sand white, with tiny specs of color. The sun is high in the sky yet. I shake myself, pulling my attention back to my main concern; nothing I am seeing tells me where I am or how I got here. 
      Turning I start scanning the room in more detail.  Ahead is the bed with its antique metal frame. It is outfitted in rich purple silk and large fluffy pillows. To my right is an ornately engraved metal door with a curved handle. Depicted are runes I've never seen before surrounding a strange symbol engraved delicately into the metal. I walk over and try the handle, my heart sinks as it only jiggles in my hand. 
"Fuck." I curse to myself softly.

      Crossing to the window again, I look down trying to judge if I can jump. The edge of the window stands 50 feet above the ground. The walls of the building are a grey stone flecked with black mica. There will be no jumping. Frustrated, I sit below the window, placing my head in my hands in anguish. A sense of doom settles around me and sobs fill the air as I cry.

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      I jerk awake suddenly, disoriented. I realize there is a woman standing over me! I have only enough time to think, 
"I must have cried myself to sleep."
The woman crouches faster than I can react and thrusts the end of a vial full of liquid in my mouth. Reflexively, I swallow tasting copper; my face scrunches and I gag. She then holds up a mirror silently showing me my own reflection.
    The mirror flashes glinting like silver and is framed with shinning gemstones. Studying the girl in the mirror; in shock I forget my surroundings. I reach out touching the mirror for she is not familiar. The girl is a pale porcelain doll, both beautiful and timeless.  She has the kind of eyes women would die for, large and youthful. Irises sapphire blue and as clear as crystals. Dark tresses, curled into soft ringlets frame her angular face. Curls brush her shoulders as I shake my head in wonder. Starting with shock, I watch her eyes,
"No..." I whisper. 
"Your eyes." A lilting voice whispers in my head.  
I stare harder swearing I must be seeing things. 
I could have swore I saw...
The mirror clatters to the floor with a loud clang as my ears roar and darkness swallows me again. 

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       The first thing I notice when I next awake is scent, something near me smells delicious! I slowly open my eyes and peek around me. I sit up, realizing I am still in the room. Now there is a table in the center where there wasn't before. Sliding out of the bed with no memory of getting back into it, I approach the table. On it is a mirror, a goblet full of ruby colored liquid and a note. The note reads;

"Drink when hungry.
Don't be alarmed by your reflection.
I'll return after darkness falls."
—Kisses,
                 Ava

      Picking up the mirror as curiosity courses through me, I gasp. The same girl shines back at me from before. Memory returns to me of her eyes glowing with amethyst fire. My reflection stiffens with shock. 
"My eyes look normal now..." 
In confusion I blink, just to make sure. Nope. Still blue. Studying my reflection closer, I smile and jerk almost dropping the mirror. The eye teeth on my top jaw are now small fangs!My tongue flicks over them curiously and I nick the skin slightly. The wound heals itself so fast I don't even bleed! Running my fingers over my ears I feel the ends taper to a point and my hands start to shake. Strange lettering appears and disappears at random in many colors over my fair skin. The only thing that seems to have remained the same is my long, raven-black hair and the sapphire blue of my eyes. 
    My stomach growls distracting me and almost against my will I sniff the air again. I find myself leaning closer to the goblet and it dawns on me that this is where the smell is coming from! I try to resist but soon I can think of nothing else. Retreating, I slide my back against the wall beneath the window. I stand and lean out the window desperately trying to smell something else; anything else but to no avail, the smell still assails me. I curse softly, and start to pace. 
    Without knowing how, I'm standing at the table holding the goblet in my hands. I stare into the dark red liquid, feeling the cool metal of the silver goblet beneath my fingers; gingerly I bring it to my lips. I intend only a sip, but as the liquid touches my throat I groan softly!
                  
                 
                 🔹🔷Euphoria.🔷🔹


My senses intensify. I can see dust motes in the air around me. Patches of light in different colors flash in and out in the air like lightning. The lights smell like familiar and unfamiliar things: grass, campfires, incense, rain, and other smells I can't place. I can hear whispers, nothing in any language I understand. 
      Nothing though, compares to the taste. I can't even begin to accurately describe it. The best I can offer is it is like all my favorite foods and a five course meal, one taste after another.
    Before long, the cup is empty and I'm left wanting more but I'm no longer hungry. I try to remember why I should be afraid, why I should be cautious, but my mind is suddenly hazy. I lay back down in the bed and fall into slumber.
       I don't sleep long, for when I wake it is just passing twilight.  Memory returns and sitting up, I tense. The woman will be coming! I sniff the air but I don't detect anything new yet. My ears prick though with the sound of footsteps which are still far off. Twenty minutes tick by on my internal clock which is almost never wrong. Her scent begins to reach me. It is subtle, but unlike anything I have ever smelled. I sniff trying to identify scents; coconut, patchouli, and palo santo. There is also something else; a musky, wild, smell I can't place. Lost in my thoughts, the knob on my door jiggles and the lock clicks. The door swings inward, opening wide. 
       The woman glides through the door, this time I can see her clearly. She wears a cloak that looks velvety soft in bright emerald around slender shoulders. Her hair, thick and curly, is auburn. It seems to glow with an eerie fire. Her skin, snowy white like mine, flashes with the same script rainbows. It is her eyes, though, that hold my attention. Infinite age, Soulful depth and wild raw power look at me appraisingly through amethyst stained glass. I am instantly, hopelessly, captivated. 
"Who are you?" I asked breathlessly. 
Her voice is lilting and flowing like the winds as she replies, 
"Your Salvation."

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My cover picture is too large I guess...and I have other images that go with the story that I can’t insert D:

A heavy ache pressed against the side of her head, sweat clinging to her forehead and the back of her neck. Her chest felt heavy, she felt as if she were drowning. The feeling was uncomfortable and made her want to trash around. Her body felt overwhelming heavy as if she had been strapped down. Not being able to even lift a finger or open her eyes.
Where am I?
She questioned in the sea of darkness, voices coming from the outside in a painful echo.
"What do you mean she's not waking up?"
"She'll probably die."
"Inform father."
Feeling a coldness she felt the presence of someone whisper into her ear.
"Coward, maybe you should remain sleeping."
The voice whispered to her from outside the darkness. Moments later another voice spoke out to her as she felt a strange calming presence besides her.
"You are a wild rose whose thorns are not easily cut. Wake up."
Feeling the presence of disappearing panic rushed through her mind not wanting to be left alone in her fear. The fear of not knowing where she was. Feeling a sudden ability she moved her hand grasping on to the hand of the stranger.
"My lord!"
"So...cold. I'm scared..." She managed to mutter out through the pain feeling tears stream down her eyes. The hand to her relief stilled staying there for a moment before hearing a low chuckle.
"Of course you wouldn't die. Stubborn." The voice spoke to her lowly. The stranger coming to sit by her side. A hand brushing against her cheek as they brushing the tears away.
"You only cry when you sleep." The voice muttered so lowly to himself.
"Call the doctor." The voice spoke out to her relief of staying by her side before she was lured back to sleep.
The second time she came to she no longer felt the heaviness in her body, the ache in her head gone. Feeling a cold sensation on her forehead she flinched back, letting out a soft moan in discomfort. Opening her eyes she heard a small scream in shock. Flinching at the sudden light in her eyes she closed them for a second. Adjusting to the light of the room before her eyes widen looking up at the ceiling in front of her.
Where am I?! Sitting up her eyes widen in shock looking around the unfamiliar yet strangely familiar setup.
This!
As she looked around a strand of hair fell towards the front of her causing her to let out a small screech. Her hair had always been straight medium brown yet in front of her was a strand of radiate golden almost rose gold hair. Wavy of the long shiny hair spilled down her body pooling around her like ribbons. Looking down her hands didn't seem familiar, they were small and delicate looking with fair skin. Trembling she raised her hand to her face trying to feel through her features. Even her face felt smaller, her skin felt softer.
"W-What's going on?" She muttered to herself.
"My lady! Your awake!"A voice called out, turning her head she met the gaze of a young girl dressed in maid close. Short brown wavy hair with almond eyes wearing a pair of glasses. The young girl looked at her with a pale face before quickly rushing out of the room as if she had seen a ghost.
Forcing herself to stand up she slowly made her way to a body length mirror placed in the side of the room.
Standing in front of the mirror she stared with wide eyes at the stranger in front of her.
The stranger was beautiful with long wavy rose gold hair. Hair that appeared like the owner of the body took hours to groom and nourish. Unlike her own spilt-end hair. Flowing down her body to the bottom of her knees. Fair skin with a slim delicate looking body. Her face was small and almost cute shaped with a pair of cupid bow lips. Long full eyelashes that framed her eyes, Silver green eyes. Her eyes were slightly big giving her the look of innocence. She looked beautiful, a girl who was given everything in life.
With a pale face, her eyes widen when she recognized the stranger in front of her in the mirror. This girl was one of the characters of the Otome game she played. Euphoria's Blessing.
This girl was lady Asteria of the Rozen family. The villainess.

Reborn into the least person, she becomes the most hated villainess in an otome game. The only probably is the villainess is actually the tragic heroine. Forced and wrongly accused of being the villain by the false innocent heroine. Stuck she must now raise the heart percents of the six individual heroine interests in order to survive the end of the game.

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