A book for aspiring authors and bored readers who have nothing to read.

On the next day, Fern and Emily go through their routine of attending different lectures in the morning and reuniting for lunch. After the girls have recovered their energy, they find a bus and go to the art gallery. 

The Tremblay Art Centre looks like a big white box on the outside, but it houses a fantastically large collection of various art pieces. The centre could easily be mistaken for a museum because of its education programs and historical exhibitions. It would take multiple 8-hour extended visits to see everything that the centre has to offer. 

Immediately upon walking into the building, Emily and Fern are dazzled by a colourful and large glass sculpture that doubles as a chandelier. Careful to avoid standing under the sculpture, just in case it falls, the two pick up an informational brochure and map from the greeter. 

Looking at the map, Fern is immediately overwhelmed by an onslaught of compelling exhibitions to look at. In contrast, Emily does not bother looking at the map and starts walking towards the first thing she sees. When Fern looks up to ask Emily about her thoughts, Emily has already infiltrated a group of artsy looking people. 

Walking up to Emily and poking her shoulder, Fern smiles awkwardly to the strangers and says hello. Turning back to Emily, Fern looks like a mom who is about to scold her kid and asks, "what?" 

Like she's known this group of people her entire life, Emily cheerfully says, "Let me introduce you! Everybody this is my best bud Fern, Fern, this is everybody. We were just talking about what we think the meaning is of this painting." Leaning into Fern and using her hand to cover her mouth, Emily jokingly says, "Poor Sally said she thinks it means that clowns aren't scary." Emily's new friends laugh like that was peak comedy while Fern lets out of a fake chuckle. 

Failing to notice Fern's awkwardness, Emily wraps her arm around Fern's shoulders and tells the group, "We're actually starting a science club that produces a newsletter. Any of ya'll interested in joining? You guys seem like you'd be good at writing and design." 

Fern's eyes widen as she is shocked by Emily's boldness. They might not even be students at Ontario University. Fern continues to be stunned as the strangers actually consider Emily's proposal. Do absurdly fearless university students with lots of free time all gather at art galleries? 

After Emily tells the group more about the club, two of the group members say they might be able to write for the newsletter. Emily trades contact information with the two group members and shows them the club's Facebook page, so they can follow it. Happy that she's recruited some more members, Emily cheers and says, "Already got 5 club members! We still need to get a graphic designer for the website, you guys know anyone?" 

In response, one of the people offers, "One of our friends does graphic design gigs on the side, but I don't know if she'd be willing to help. She came to the gallery with us-" 

The person stops talking as a young woman walks up to the group. She's at least 6 feet or 182 cm, has dark brown skin, and very short hair. Complementing her artsy model aesthetic, she's wearing unique pieces of clothing and graphic makeup that make her look like she jumped out of a fashion magazine. Looking down and making eye contact with Fern and Emily, she says to no one in particular, "Who are these two?" 

Perking up, one of the new potential writers for the club says, "Hey, Alina! We were just talking about you. These are our new friends, Emily and Fern. They're looking someone to do graphic design for their club newsletter." 

Raising her eyebrows, Alina sizes up the due before unceremoniously replying, "Well, good luck with that." 

Off-put by Alina's bluntness, but unwilling to give up, Emily wears a customer service smile and says, "Thanks. Could we convince you to be our graphic designer?" 

Watching Alina's unamused body language and responses, Fern worries that she and Emily have somehow offended her. Knowing that Emily is stubborn as heck when it comes to apologizing, there is almost no chance of Alina agreeing to help if this continues. Before Alina can respond, Fern jumps into the downward spiralling conversation. 

"It can be like a part-time job rather than a volunteering position... We won't be able to pay you from the get-go, but we can reimburse you later." Noticing that Alina looks more open and interested, Fern gains confidence and adds, "If you want." 

Crossing her arms and raising her head, Alina says, "I don't need your money." In the same breath, she says, "But I have standards and my time is valuable. I expect you'll pay me at least $15 for every hour that I'm working, not just for the art itself." 

Emily inwardly scoffs at Alina's 'I'm better than you act,' but says nothing. Pleased that she fortunately guessed why Alina was miffed, Fern smiles and says, "Great! Can I see some of your work, and I'll tell you about the club?" 

"Sure." After standing straighter and getting rosy in the cheeks, Alina says, "A higher up at the gallery is alumni, so it does exhibitions of student works. You can see some of my pieces there." 

"Wow, that's so cool!." Tugging on Emily's shoulder, Fern enthusiastically asks where the exhibition is. Emily, Fern, Alina, and the two writers split off from the rest of the group to look at Alina's art and discuss club plans. 

Eventually, Fern and Emily lost track of time while chatting and looking at intriguing art. Although Emily was averse to the idea of persuading Alina any more, Emily and Fern got verbal promises to join the club from Alina and the two writers. Verbal commitments from university students are not the most reliable, but they are better than nothing. By the time they had seen maybe 40% of everything in the building, they were exhausted, and the sun was starting to set. Not eager to be outside when it is dark out, the two decide to stop by Dr. Martin's lab and postpone shopping.

A young university student, Fern, is a mess. She has yet to find something that makes her feel passionately excited. 

When Fern receives a bad mark on a research project proposal, she is forced to seek help from a professor and discovers the magic of biology. 

As Fern pursues her fascination with the field, she and her friends will inadvertently revolutionize the world's understanding of the planet and its inhabitants.

"Debbie is right. If James is determined to separate her and Carlos, he will probably threaten her with Piggy. She can't take the risk. Debbie, you must think thrice before acting. After all, James is an old fox. Not only do Wesley and Damon trust him, but Carlos is also loyal to him,"  said Curtis. He had seen with his own eyes how loyal Carlos was to James.    

He didn't think Debbie could win against James.

"I know, Uncle Curtis. I've hired a private detective to look for the evidence of the crimes he had committed. Besides, I have to clear my name. I don't want Piggy to be laughed at because she has a notorious mother,"  said Debbie firmly. She was not the old Debbie anymore.    

She wouldn't go soft on those who dared to hurt her and her family again.

The three of them had a nice lunch, chatting and laughing.    

During the lunch, Curtis suggested, "It's not appropriate to have your friend's mom take care of Piggy all the time. How about this? Why not take her back and let her live with Jus? We have two babysitters. I believe Jus will like Piggy very much."

Colleen nodded, "That's right, Debbie. After all, Carlos is in Y City, while Piggy is in Z Country. You can't always fly between the two places, can you?"    

Debbie was tempted by their offer. If Piggy was in Y City, she could have more time with her. She really missed her a lot. But...

Curtis sensed Debbie's hesitation. He pushed his glasses up his nose and assured her, "Colleen and I don't live in the Lu family's house anymore. We have our own. The Lu family rarely visits so you don't have to worry about them. As for James, Carlos and I rarely see each other and I don't have any business with James."    

'That sounds great, ' Debbie thought to herself. "Aunt Colleen, don't you need to go to work?" she asked.

"I quit. I'm a housewife now. Your uncle Curtis is well paid, and he can support me and our child. We even want to have more children." Colleen turned to look at Curtis and gave him a sweet smile. She was willing to quit her job and be a housewife for her beloved husband.    

Her cheeks were rosy and she was glowing with happiness. Debbie was so envious of her. 'When will Carlos get back together with me?' she asked herself in her mind. "All right. Then I'll bring Piggy back when I get the time. Uncle Curtis, Aunt Colleen, thank you so much."

"No worries. If the two babysitters are not enough, we can always hire more. After you and Carlos get back together, I'll ask him to pay double for the babysitters,"  Colleen said playfully.    

Debbie was amused—she realized how many of her friends wanted to rip Carlos off since he was rich.

This included Ivan and Colleen.    

While Colleen and Debbie were chatting happily, Curtis wondered whether he should tell Debbie about the Lu family. He opened his mouth, but decided against it. 'I might just ruin Debbie's mood. I can always tell her next time.'

After lunch, they left the private booth and walked towards the elevator. Debbie held Colleen's arm and joked, "Another friend of mine also wants Carlos' money after we get back together. Turns out Carlos doesn't know what he's in for when he gets back together with me. Boo-hoo, I kinda feel sorry for him."    

"Curtis, look at your niece! Mr. Huo is so rich, yet Debbie still worries about his money. Hey, Debbie, we are your family!"

Curtis walked in the front with Justus in his arms, while the two women followed, bantering with each other.    

At a corner, they met a group of people, who were also heading for the elevator.

It was Carlos, Stephanie, Damon and Adriana.    

They all knew each other which made the entire situation awkward.

Debbie noticed Carlos right away—he always had a handsome face. When their eyes met, she was taken back to their encounter earlier that morning—her face reddened in response.    

Carlos glanced at her blankly before looking away.

Debbie assumed that he was acting that way because Stephanie was with him.    

Carlos had always been the quiet type. It wasn't unusual that he wouldn't greet Curtis. Damon, however, was angry with Curtis and Debbie. He snorted and acted as if he didn't see them. Adriana walked towards them and greeted them, "Hi, Colleen, Curtis. Debbie, when did you come back?"

Damon rolled his eyes and pulled his wife back. He reprimanded her, "Honey, you should be careful. Not everyone deserves to be friends with you."    

Curtis and Colleen were left speechless.

Debbie shifted her gaze from Carlos to Adriana and gave her a warm smile. "Hi, Adriana. I just came back. Did you just have lunch?"    

Adriana shook Damon's arms off and came over to Debbie again. "Yes. Were you guys eating here too?" She tickled Justus.

Curtis also shifted his gaze from Carlos and Stephanie to Adriana and said, "Yes. Where's your son?"    

Adriana cast a worried look at Debbie as she thought talking about their kids would make her sad. "He's in kindergarten, and we'll pick him up in the afternoon. Debbie, Colleen, it's been so long since we last saw each other. Are you in a hurry? Would you like to have tea first?"

Colleen and Debbie exchanged glances. Then Colleen rubbed Debbie's hand and told Adriana, "Sure. I'm free this afternoon. I know a nice tea house just nearby. We can go there if you want. Debbie, are you joining us?"    

Debbie had nowhere to go too, so she nodded, "Sure."

Before Damon could say something, the three women had already left.    

Stephanie, whose arm was still linked through Carlos', felt a bit isolated and embarrassed. She felt like an outsider.

An awkward silence rung in the air when Curtis took a few steps towards Carlos and offered, "Carlos, Damon, do you have anywhere you need to be? We can go to the Orchid Private Club if you like."    

Damon shifted his glance to Debbie's disappearing figure and complained, "She just came back and she's already stealing my wife away from me. She's still so annoying. I guess nothing's changed. Anyway, yeah, I'm free. What about you, Carlos?"

Carlos nodded and then turned to Stephanie. "I'll have the driver take you to the office."    

"All right. See you tonight." Stephanie bid Carlos and the others goodbye as she headed for the elevator.

Curtis, Damon, and Carlos were now left alone. Damon looked at Justus, then turned to Curtis. "Are you sure you want to take your son to the club?"    

Curtis was a bit irked, and snapped at him, "Of course not. I don't want my boy to follow bad examples. My son will be a loyal boyfriend and husband in the future, not a playboy like you. Let's go. I'll ask the babysitter to pick him up."

"Drive this woman out!"

"Throw this woman into the sea!"


When he doesn't know Debbie Nian's true identify, Carlos Huo cold-shoulders her. 

"Mr Huo, she is your wife." Carlos secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, "why didn't you tell me earlier?" 

From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
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This is not my work

The originality goes to Miss Bai Cha

Johan woke up a bit earlier than usual, he was such in a good mood that he felt like something good was about to happen. He started his day doing his morning routine. He went for his regular jog, had his breakfast then drove his car to his best friend's dorm. He called Jace's phone to inform him of his arrival.
 "WTF dude its freaking 6 in the morning why are you so damn early." Jace said his morning voice was hoarse and dry as a result of his late night club hopping.
 "You're the one who asked for a favor right? Are you gonna ignore me here and go back to sleep? I'd like to see you try." Johan snickered. He knows how important this favor from Jace is, so he's sure his best friend got no choice but to comply.

Sure enough Jace opened the door, his eyes got dark circle and he also got a messy bedhead. If his party friends can see him now they wont recognize him at all as he always looked prim and clean whenever he go out late at night.. Johan casually walked in and handed him a sandwich.

Jace can't helped but feel touched by his friends gesture. "he always acts cold and cocky but he also has a sweet side." he though then wolfed down the sandwich given by Johan.

Johan just sat down on the lounge sofa checking updates in his newsfeed as Jace went to take a shower, He then change into his usual graphic tshirt and skinny pants then headed to the study room. He carefully carried his thesis scaled model out to Johan's car. Jace was so cautious he even put a seatbelt on his precious model. Johan just looked at him and shook his head then drove towards the school. It only takes 5 mins for them to reached the Falafaux University gates.

Their school is renowned for being one of the top universities in A city. Most of the school's alumni are now famous and world known. Upon arriving, they were greeted by the Lady guard who was about to eat her breakfast sandwich standing by the guard house.
 "Hey, why you're so early? school's not open before 7 o'clock." she asked, there's a hint of suspicion in her voice.
 "good morning." Jace greeted her with a smile which seemed to have no effect on the guard who was eyeing him as if she has a built in scanner in her eyes.
 "You see, I have a thesis project to submit today so we decided to come in early I can set it up and ahead of time and I don't want to ruin it just because I was rushing to get here today. You can look at the back and check. My model, its in the backseat. And its only 5 minutes before 7 can yoi let us pass please" he continued on he was really trying his best to sound convincing enough so the strict lady guard can let them in.
 His class starts by 8am and he have no idea why Johan insisted on taking him to school this early. The guard still doubtful on Jace's reason then looked at Johan who just stare right back at her. His gaze makes her blush unconsciously. She cleared her throat then said.
 "Alright, I'll let you two pass. But no monkey business got it.?" she had a funny looked on her face as if she was about to drool and flood the school gates. Johan smoothly drove past the gates towards the school's parking lot .
 "Damn you and your face." Jace sneered he can't accept the fact that his charms didn't have any effect on the guard whereas his expressionless friend got to have his way by just staring.
 "What the hell are you talking about?"
 "Nothing."
 "..."
 Since the university is still close, the parking lot is visibly empty. Only the sound of the janitor sweeping the fallen leaves at the school ground can be heard. Johan easily parked his car, they alighted then carefully carried the scaled model at the architecture bldg which is on the opposite side of the interior design department. As soon as they've reached Jace's classroom he sat down on the empty chair by the window.
 "Im gonna catch some shut eyes, you can just take a seat here let's wait for my professor so he can check it, then grab some snack later alright?, thanks for helping me by the way man, I owe you one." Jace sleepily said, while slowly closing his eyes to sleep.
 "It's fine, I'll be going then. " Johan replied heading towards the door.
 "Going? Where are you off to?" Jace sleepily asked Johan.
 "I'm just going to check things out. "
 "I knew it, there's a reason why you insisted on going out so early today. Pssh. Fine, go!"
 "..." ........................................
Author's note:
Thanks to maidabacarat, vie06, samrawit, 70550937, and lijjun for voting...Also a big shout out to rheipan for noticing my humble novel and to rumi <3 and to all who are reading it. Thanks ya'll for supporting. Your comments,views and voting means a lot to me. I will try my best to come up with a great story. And sorry if I don't have a regular updating schedule. I'm lazy LOL and busy (sometimes) anyway have a great time reading my novel guys. TYSM


I came three hours early on my first day. I hadn't meant to show up that early, but it was a Sunday, and instead of opening up at 11, the club opened at 12 (to get around those pesky alcohol laws in Texas). Pulling up to the back, I could see the kitchen staff were already there, hosing down the parking lot and surrounding area to clean it from the previous night's alcohol spills and cigarette butts. It still stank of stale beer, smoke, and grease, a combination I grew oddly fond of. 
When I walked in, Little Jon was snoozing in a corner, so I quietly went backstage to the locker room to unpack and get dressed. The House Mom hadn't even arrived yet. I found an empty locker and claimed it with a purple lock. The dingy room had ripped carpet, huge wall-length mirrors, and long benches for the dancers to sit on, or nap on, depending on how slow the day was. Not a single inch looked clean; the shower in the corner looked like a breeding ground for foot fungus, and nary a square inch was free from graffiti or scratchings in the wood. 
I quickly changed into my shoes, fishnets, and babydoll, then began to make cosmetic adjustments. As I pulled the flat iron through my curly, brown hair, steam rose to the ceiling. The smell of singed hair mingled with the splash of Sweet Pea body spray I had spritzed all over myself. 
Taking out my foundation and eyeliner, I cursed myself for not knowing more about makeup. I had always hated the three face-washings just to get the damn stuff off.  But now I had a purpose to wear it, and it felt like war paint. It was the final touch of putting on a mask, to try to hide the "good girl" that everyone could sense I was. 
It's just like theater in high school, I thought. You are now the character, Rose the Stripper. 
I would learn that that's all a strip-tease is, really: a fantasy theatrical show, of the best kind, because everyone who sees it is more than willing to suspend their disbelief. 
It was still two hours until opening. The regular house lights were on, although by this point Little Jon was up and about, fixing the liquor bottles, counting cash, and doing other managerial activities. Gary, the DJ, had arrived too; he slumped, hung-over, in the DJ booth. I knew I would quail if I simply tried to go onstage cold, so I took a few shaky steps toward the main stage to rehearse. I wobbled in my heels, unaccustomed to the height. 
"Hey, look who showed up!" Little Jon seemed amused and impressed that I had actually decided to go through with this charade, for one day at least. 
"Uh, yeah, sorry I got here kind of early. I just wanted to get a feel for the stage, I guess."
To make sure I don't fall off this damn thing.
The stage itself was about 6ft*6ft, raised about 4 feet off the ground. With the pole in the middle, it seemed even smaller. I would later joke that I didn't drink too much at the club because I was afraid of falling off if I got drunk (which plenty of girls had done before).
"Gary, will you put something on for Rose, so she can practice?"
My face reddened. 
Guess it's obvious I need it. 
I had gone to plenty of parties in college, so I was familiar with slutty dancing. But I wasn't familiar with slutty dancing while trying to take off clothes. In heels. Without falling off a stage. The DJ put on some top 100 hit, and I just walked around the pole for a bit, trying not to feel like a complete idiot. The pole was at least as round as a Big Gulp at 7/11 and was about as useful for doing tricks as a limp dick. But at least I could hold onto it for balance and spin around it, but it was clear that, even if I had the skills already, there would be no Cirque du Soleil-style dancing. 
Jon hit the floor lights, and everything went dark; the darker the better, so no one could see my panicked, mangled expression, the diametric opposite of sexy and seductive. The DJ had asked what I wanted to dance to when it came to my turn; most strippers get their choice of music (depending on the club) and the variety of dancers usually meant there was a variety of songs. I asked if he could play any hip hop or rap. 
"The most 'hip hop' we play is Justin Bieber."
I gave him the standard, "What the fuck?" look of disproval.
"I know, I know," he said, holding up his hands. "But the managers don't want to play anything that would attract 'a certain clientele.'"
"That's… racist as hell."
"I know. But them's the rules. Only stuff that's on 106.1, or rock, or pop. Or Prince."
"Uhhh…anything I guess. Something sexy."
After a couple of songs, I danced a few half-hearted moves that I had seen from the girls when I first came in. After enough of feeling like actress who was auditioning for the part of Stripper #3 in a C-movie, I left the stage and went backstage. The House Mom had arrived, so I paid her my fee for the day. She began setting up lotions, deodorants, body sprays, make-up sponges, make-up remover, baby wipes, antiseptic ointment, tampons, hair dryers and flat-irons (old and crappy, but they worked), bobby pins, safety pins, anything that a stripper might need. The various House Moms I worked with often sold outfits, t-backs, or locks for the locker room. This particular Mom had been there for fifteen years.
I chatted with her for a while, and she reminded me of the order of the club: each dancer usually goes on stage in the order that they come in for the day. Many dancers rolled in undressed, un-made-up; by the time their name was called, they were stage-ready. Technically, managers told us that we had to arrive ready, but no one ever followed that. Even though I had obviously arrived first, they put me about halfway down on the list to give me ample time to get ready (and fret and agonize). 
"The DJ will usually give the names of the next few girls, but he'll always say when you're next up. When you hear your name, wherever you are, whether with a customer or on a smoke break or on the toilet, start making your way backstage," said the House Mom.
"Ok."
"And don't be nervous, you'll do just fine."
I laughed and smiled and tried to tell some joke about how the customers should be nervous to see me for the first time, but I wasn't fooling anyone. 
"As long as you make it to the stage on time, the rest of the time is yours to talk to customers, take a break, fix make-up, whatever. Just be sure to be on-time. Managers hate it when the girls are late or don't show up." 
The closer the clock got to 12, the sweatier my palms became. My eyes barely glanced over my X-Men graphic novel, failing to quell the nervousness that was making my body buzz. The club finally opened its doors and the bass started thumping and making the whole locker room vibrate. Only one dancer would be onstage at this hour, since there were only a few customers there at noon on a Sunday. I heard the stripper names called out: Destiny! Jade! Angel! until finally I heard, "Rose on stand-by, Rose, you're up next." 
Dear god. 
This was it. Like the Phantom of the Opera, I had passed the point of no return. I waited in the wings, like I had done a hundred times before in plays and improv. 
This is nothing more than a role. Nothing more than scandalous theatre. Nothing more…
Except my heart was beating louder than the bass. Britney Spear's "Toxic" came on, and I barely registered the voice of the DJ:
"And next up is the beautiful Rose, Rose, you're up!"
I took the stage and left the wings for good.




Ariel Slick writes original fiction including short stories, novels, and memoirs to spread the joy of imagination and creativity. She also helps clients achieve their fiction writing goals with her ghostwriting skills on Upwork.com and Guru.com. Although she has  worked as a freelancer for three years, she has been dedicated to the craft all her life. Her fiction focuses on themes of love, justice, and magic, and her most popular works include romance and fantasy romance. 

Everyone loves to watch a slow-moving train wreck. That’s what happens when Ariel, librarian, book lover, and full-time geek, decides to work as an exotic dancer. When she loses her job as a bank teller, she needs a way to earn some extra cash--and fast. Driven by curiosity--just how hard could this stripping thing be?--she decides to sign up at a local club. There’s just one thing: she doesn’t tell her boyfriend about it.

Diving into the world of exotic dancing, she has to navigate the murky moral waters of taking off her clothes for money. From wild champagne parties to private shows with high-rolling customers, she will start raking in the money...until the cost becomes too high. 


"Are you even 'The Lady in Blood' Yuki, and Nickson, the contemporary romance mangaka?" Our professor, Benjamin Tsai, scowls while waving at the sheets of paper and the illustrations in his hands. It is the product of both Nickson and I have submitted from the mini-contest from before.
We are staring at the table for already half an hour since this professor has asked us to meet him inside the club room the next day after our field trip.
I will cut our long story short.
We concluded the journey and went in our separate ways, returning home without a scratch. The officers were leaders of the school, so we guided the students back home. But our jobs did not finish for that day.
All nine officers made a report during the night about the event that happened that day. We needed to ensure the parents of these kids had an educational experience and appreciated more about the country of Japan, since most of us are international students.
When the morning came, a familiar professor summoned the two of us inside our organisation.
That reason behind the announcement is why we are here right now.
"We know what we are doing," I pronounce while sipping out the cup of coffee that I have bought in the store.
"It is like what the girl has said." Nickson, for the first time in my lifetime, defends my claim and is on my side. "We are popular authors and artists for a reason."
If our statement gets out from the public, we will lose our fame and our jobs. But we have a backup plan for that turmoil.
We are members of this damn club, so whatever we say here should be private meetings of the organisation. If we see something fishy going on and leaks out in the mass, we will blame sir Benjamin for our losses.
"I have told you this before!" Our club adviser slams our works on the board as he exclaims the reason behind his actions. "All of your work makes little sense!"
"If we put it online, people will love it." I retort, knowing that we have the upper hand in the conversation.
I do not care if my words mean arrogance to his mind, but I have read many books and lessons to support my claim. There are also drawing sites on Nickson's profile account, and it seems legit, judging by the works he has done throughout the years.
Upon considering our experiences of climbing up the ladder of fame, we mark our projects as a masterpiece worth seeing for the entire world. Nothing could prove us incorrect since most of the fans that we know say so themselves.
Those million views and supporters in the open still claim that my stories are one of the best.
"If you still feel vexed about it, why not look at our current works?" I suggest to the man in front of me. As I hear his comments, I open my phone to send the chapters to the professor.
Nickson does the same thing as he brings out his graphic tablet, swipes the applications, and reveals the sakura-filled scenery.
These arts we have produced through our experience from the field trip are the fruits of our observations and study. We want to know more about the Japanese culture and use that information in our drafts.
Japan has a unique sense of designs that makes it worth remembering for the audience.
There are hundreds of studios making this animation. These companies focus on the three-dimensional and two-dimensional cartoons that everyone sees on the screens.
The country also presents endless light novel books and stories from the comics. Their illustrated comic book has black and white ink-style of Japan called "Manga". Some of these works have anime adaptations, so they are famous worldwide. It is a style of Japanese film and television animation. These projects are aiming for the entertainment of adults and children (According to the Oxford dictionary).
"These works are remarkable as ever, and I respect your styles." Sir Benjamin sips out the cup of coffee from the board before continuing his sentence.
"But that has nothing to do with your choice of plots for various genres." The professor adds.
Benjamin's speech has some valid points that I consider an improvement for my future drafts and whatnot. However, I agree to disagree with his statement. I plan on denying everything he will say!
"How can you prove the weight of your words, professor?" Nickson looks like he has had enough with the conversation and wants to end it here and there.
But little does he know that our school teacher has prepared a comeback to his question.
"Do you ever think about your work being dull and having lesser impact compared to the other contemporary romance genre, Nickson?" Benjamin gazes at Nickson's eyes as he waits for his reply.
The mangaka stutters at first, but eventually musters up his courage and speaks. "I know what I am doing."
Nick repeats the claim I have said not too long ago, refusing to believe his advice as a professor.
I recall the plot of his notable work about a girl falling in love with a guy, your typical story. The settings and the outlines of characters have masterful details as ever.
I cannot figure out the missing puzzle piece missing in the work that I cannot pinpoint to him.
I do not have the eye of an artist. Since I am an author, there is little that I can do to check his projects. The only mistakes I have noticed in Nickson's manga are the forced dialogues of each of the people in the story. They feel more two-dimensional rather than human beings.
It is as if I am reading a story and do not care about the characters and what they do since it is difficult for me to relate with them.
Nickson could not give a riposte, considering what he has heard from the man in charge with the club and tell such criticism without warning. The mangaka knows to himself that those absent features shape the in-demand mangas in Japan.
Our adviser has yet to finish his sermon as he glances his eyes back at me with a stony stare.
"You have a knack for writing stories, and your gore and gruesome imagery of a dead person really glue inside the mind." Among the things he has said, Benjamin tosses me a compliment.
However, our professor adds a description to his statement and says something that surprises me. "But you are limiting yourself from that genre alone! Can you explore more worlds besides the ones you are most comfortable with, Yuki?"
The cat grabs my tongue and hinders me from speaking anything about what sir Benjamin has mentioned to the two of us. Like a statue frozen for eternity, I turn blank, unable to retort anything.
I gather my courage and say, "I can write something in a different genre!"
I know I am a terrible liar, and it has proven me correct as I announce my statement. Sir Benjamin sees right through my transparent expressions and shakes his head.
"I know you tried your best to write such a piece, but I cannot feel any emotions out of it," Our club adviser confesses while taking off his glasses on his face.
"The two of you need to discover things apart from your daily struggles. I know you are both famous in your line of work, and I am just a mere teacher providing suggestions in improving your drafts." Our professor continues.
"Two months from now, the school will hold the annual festival before ending the first semester, your awaited summer break. During that time, the two of you will act as leading directors."
Our eyes widen upon hearing such unfathomable responsibility as leaders of a play. Although writing a story is our skill, working together with that mangaka is an astronomical disaster if you would ask me.
Before I could even voice my concerns, sir Benjamin beckons his hands and resumes the topic he has been explaining earlier.
"The principal knows your titles, the two of you." The tired adviser admits while averting his gaze.
"You what?" Nickson is the first person to react as his body leans closer towards our professor.
A sudden shiver runs through my back upon hearing such a piece of news from sir Benjamin. We are juggling our student life and our pen-name life, so we cannot risk revealing our identities to the public so soon. I have been planning to tell the entire world my name and gather a group of supporters for my latest book I have in mind soon, but not right now.
"What did he say?" I ask.
Our professor could only frown as he invites someone standing behind the door, listening to the conversation we are having right now.
"Apologies for disrupting your meeting, but if I may, I would like to include myself with the rest of you here." The principal trudges into the room. With him are my books and the (illegal of some sort) manga adaptation of my work from Nickson.

"Let me colour your world with these words..."

Yuki Leigh, your average teenage girl, has a knack for writing stories. She goes to Japan, together with her best friend, Roxanne. They enrol themselves in the International Japanese School to chase their dreams. Leigh also becomes famous because of her works, making a title of her known as the Queen of Gores or The Lady in Blood. But nobody knows who exactly this “Yuki”-her pen name is since she never reveals her face in public.

Those quiet days instantly change when Yuki browses the internet and sees a manga adaptation of her light novel series under the artist name “Nick”, who she assumes is a student going to the same school, and she is right! She refuses anyone to adapt her story, given that these written texts hold something dear inside her heart.

It is the only source of happiness Yuki has when she feels alone inside her room.

Upon noticing the positive feedback of the manga, Yuki would let Nickson pass this chance only if he transfers a share of his earnings to poverty or charity. That is all Yuki wants to hear.

They sit next to each other and not uttering a single word despite being classmates inside the room. Everything is going swimmingly to the two, not until the student council elections show up. They want to claim the prize of “not attending any lecture in class” following their jobs as mangaka and author.

Yuki then meets Nickson’s relatives, who are not on good terms. She thinks that joining their affairs would make her and Nickson’s situation worse. But her emotions change when Yuki notices Nickson’s sudden shift of mood during examinations or in meetings. He is neglecting his work in the student council, grabbing the attention of the school and the two former student council officers. Eventually, she helps Nickson in her own way. Because of Yuki’s sudden interruption in his life, Nickson finally takes an interest in this light novel author. 

There are a lot of things going on as well! The three join a club, family problems, and relationship status they need to work out.

The club advisor, Benjamin Tsai, gives the author and the artist tips on creating masterpieces of their works. He also becomes their mentor when they feel stuck in a bottleneck. Benjamin is an avid fan of both Nickson and Yuki, so he knows everything about them, including their styles.

Along the way, they meet some friends and make a group together to prepare themselves for the university. If they want to pursue their passion, they need to do well for the upcoming entrance exams. Everything becomes serious and dull, considering they need to plan for their future jobs and roles. 

Yuki expresses her doubts about becoming a full-pledge light novel author, knowing that it will be a risky job for her to make money. Leigh admits she was lucky enough to win the competition before, but what will she do right now that she is losing her popularity as an author? 

This novel is a rollercoaster of happiness, sorrow, and other emotions from the characters. Every reader will unravel their stories one volume at a time, while the two, Yuki and Nickson, commit themselves as romantic couples soon. The story doesn’t need to be fast paced or slow since they will encounter problems and solve them one at a time. 
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I referenced the characters to the people I know. But keep in mind that I separate their lives and create fictional events on my own. I don’t have any opinions of what the character will do since the story explains everything in the present tense. All of them will have their characteristics, strengths and weaknesses. 

Huge thanks to these awesome people who are supporting this book! Especially to @Snowphira. She is the artist/illustrator of this novel. If you want to see Nickson’s illustrations, I will post them inside the first few chapters in the comment section!

Cheers, and have a wonderful life, everyone!


Book Cover not mine.

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Claire Collins knows all too well how the world is only kind to those who have money and power. Referred to as the She Devil, she took the business world by storm wearing the title like a crown. She wasn't born a wealthy heiress like most thought her to be. But she sure as hell wasn't gonna let that stop her from achieving what she had set out to do. Even if that meant doing it from the position she most hated to be in. The position of CEO in Finn Corporation.

 What is her goal? What or who is she hiding? What sins committed keep her up at night? What dangers await for her as she walks straight through the fires of modern hell?


Aiden Villan is the most known and sought out CEO of the business world. Villan Enterprise has been at the top of the food chain for decades and he's intent on keeping it that way. He is known world wide for his billionaire dollar deals and the wicked way he has of dealing with his enemies. He is the equivalent to royalty and everybody strives to be in his good favor. 

But what happens when the view from the top isn't enough? What does one strive for when you already have it all? Is the emptiness he feels retribution for his sins? How can he obtain what he's been missing if it can't be bought? 

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Sneak Peek:


A man started to walk in when his eyes landed on the woman quietly staring out the glass in the far end of his office, stopping him in his tracks. 

Claire noticed someone come in and slightly turned to look at the man that stared back at her.

'Ah. Of course she's called the She Devil. She's a fallen angel.' Aiden thought to himself as the life started coming back to his eyes.


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Hello dear readers! I hope you enjoy reading my very first published novel. If you're into stories filled with romance, comedy, action and lots of heart wrenching moments then you've reached the right novel! Please leave your thoughts and reviews to let me know what you think! 

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 This novel contains graphic violence descriptions, mature sexual content, adult language and sensitive topics such as rape, child abuse and more. Caution is recommended if triggered easily.


"Hey Ashley?" Jen's voice echoed as Ashley glared down the surprisingly dark alleyway. "What's wrong?" Ashley's eyes tried to focus, but even in the middle of the day, the alley seemed almost in a world of its own. The only thing shining out of the darkness, with two little red dots as they passed.

"Huh?" Ashley blinked a couple of times, turned, and solid Jen looking around, trying to see what exactly captivated Ashley's attention.


Too bad I don't know myself.


"I asked if you were okay?" Ashley blinked a couple of times, and shook her head slightly.

"Yeah," she peered back down the alleyway quickly to confirm that there was nothing there. "No, yeah I'm good. There was just something that caught my attention real quick. Maybe a trick of the eyes." taking in a deep breath, Ashley clapped her hands together, and began smiling filling up with energy yet again. "Ok, obviously we'll get some lunch first, but what movie do we want to go see?" The three of them again began to walk down the street. 

"No idea," Jen said as she crossed her arms. "I'm all for the movies, but there isn't that much out there then I'm really interested in."

"Seems to be the year of rom-coms," Jackie said with a slight chuckle. "could we agree that we are not interested in that?" almost like a metronome, all three nodded in unison.

"But that still leaves the question, what to watch?" Ashley pulled out her phone, and started to scroll through listing for the movies playing. 

"How about Into the Deep?" Jen and Ashley both looked up at Jackie a little confused.

"Ain't that a comic book movie or something?"

"Yes it's based off of a graphic novel, but I think it's got a little bit of everything for everyone." Jackie begin labeling off all the reasons she could think of to go see it. "There's going to be a lot of action, so that's for Ashley, it's supposed to be pretty funny too, so Jen should love it, and then it's based off of a graphic novel, so you know I'm all for it." Ashley and Jen both looked at each other with skepticism in their eyes.

"But is there anything better?"Jen asked. Ashley looked back down on her phone, and then a few seconds later, shook her head.

"nothing."

"Then it settled!" Jackie hopped in the middle of them, grabbing a hold of their arms. "food, then movies!" Jackie bellowed out. "onward!" 


Imagine waking up, and your perfect world gets shattered by truth that was hiding deep within the shadows of your world. never to go back the way it once was, everything can be viewed differently now. This can be asset, or hindrance. for this group of individuals, it's a mixture of both.

Follow our protagonist through the world of lies, broken bones, and torn flesh, as he learns what he was supposed to be, and what he needs to become.

I didn't realize how badly I miss Hanna until she ate lunch with us. Kenji didn't talk to me unless necessary. I guess he's still mad at my sudden outburst. I don't feel being too gentle to him either, so we just sat there, while I tried to make Hanna feel comfortable. 
"So...how's volleyball?" I asked, trying to start a conversation. She's been a volleyball player since we were kids. She tried to teach me but I'm too clumsy to play ball. She smiled awkwardly and shifted at her seat—a habit she does when she's about to explain or tell a story. 
"It's going well. I, uh, our coach told me that I may be able to get a scholarship in college if I keep it up."
"Really? That's wonderful!" I didn't even realize that I'd already stood and threw my arms on her. "Oh, sorry." What was I thinking? I looked at Kenji and Hanna and I wish I hadn't done what I did. Kenji's brows are creased and his mouth is gape open. Hanna, on the other hand, is obviously looking shocked and uncomfortable. 
"I...I got carried away. Sorry, Hanna." 
"It's okay. It's been so long since someone is genuinely happy for me. You remind me of Zeniah." Hanna sighed. At the mere mention of my name, Ethan rolled his eyes. He must really hate me, but why? 
"Anyway," she adds, "How's Lit Club, Ethan?" She must have noticed that Ethan hasn't spoken a word since we sat down on one of the tables in the cafeteria. 
"Nothing much, really. As usual, we're reading books and analyzing them. Have you read the graphic novel Doorkeeper?" 
Hanna shook her head. Hanna doesn't like reading that much, contrary to me. I read books any chance I can get. 
"I've read it." I said, and Ethan once again, looked at me with confusion. 
"You've read it?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I...I never saw you reading books except for class." 
"Oh." It struck me that if I will be living as Autumn, then I should start acting like her. But how could I? I didn't know her before the accident. I don't know how she talks or acts. I don't know her interests. Heck, I don't even know her mom's name. I remember how awkward it was while I was eating breakfast with Autumn's mother.
**"Are you sure you can walk your way to the school? I can drop you off, you know." She said while she cuts her pancake with a knife. 
"I think I can do it, Mom." The last word felt like a lie. I don't even know this person. 
"Okay, just call me if you need anything, okay?" She stood up, put her plate on the sink, and went towards me. "I have to go. Take care, honey." She said and placed a kiss on my cheek. She went outside and a few seconds later, I heard the car's ignition. 
I took this opportunity to wander the house. When I first came here, I didn't even know where Autumn's room was. Her mom didn't ask any questions though. She just stroked my arm and told me that everything will be okay again soon. I hope so too. 
I went to the second floor and when I was about to enter my room, I heard the living room door's open. My eyes widened with horror. I'm sure it's not Autumn's mom because the footsteps are heavier, like a man's. It's not Ethan either. He would surely make his presence known. 
I freeze in my position as I try to look for the nearest weapon. If I move, he will surely hear me. 
"Autumn? Honey? Anyone?" He knows my name? Who could this person be? I carefully walked towards the stairs and that's when I spotted him in the living room. He saw me too. His lips instantly formed a smile and I found myself walking downstairs to come to him. 
He is one of the people that I wished I've had in my previous life. 
Autumn's dad. 
"I was worried sick about you. Are you okay now? I'm sorry I could not be with you at the hospital. This is the quickest flight that I could get. But I'm here now, honey. Does it hurt anywhere?" I could not even discern some of his words because the way he said it is as if he's in a hurry. 
"I'm alright...Dad." I almost teared up when I said the last word. I've never been able to call someone Dad. Right now, I suddenly feel happy with my choice of living as Autumn. So this is what it's like to have a Dad who cares for you, who can hug you, who can physically reach out to you. 
As he enveloped me with his arms, a tear fell from my eye. I blinked to stop them from falling but my face is already wet with tears. I can tell that he's sobbing too. 
"I'm so glad you're alive." Even though the guilt of lying...of pretending to be his daughter is killing me, I want to cherish this moment. I hugged him tighter as I whispered to the sky.**
Thank you, Autumn.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, places, and persons are purely coincidental.

What you'll be reading is a story that I've started writing on 2017. Expect some grammar lapses along the way. I'll try my best to edit this story as soon as I can.

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